Slade came back into the kitchen the next day, only to find Robin still there curled up in a ball.
Slade sighed, perhaps he went a little overboard when he took the mask.
But what was done, is done.
And now Slade had to face the aftermath.
Slade crouched down by Robin and shook his right arm a bit.
Robin grunted and then whimpered.
Slade then saw that he touched where he had grabbed Robin yesterday.
The bruise was all purple, yellow, and looked like it REALLY hurt.
"Robin. Get up. It's morning." Slade said.
Robin winced and curled up even more.
"Come on. You can't stay on the floor anymore. Get up." Slade said.
Slowly, Robin got up and sat in on of the chairs.
Slade pulled out a first aid kit and started patching Robin up.
"Richard Grayson." Slade said.
Robin stiffened.
"If it helps any, I already knew." Slade said.
Richard gave Slade a questioning look.
"Batman and I worked together a while back. He knows my real identity." Slade explained.
"Slade Wilson. Deathstroke." Robin whispered, speaking the first words he had all morning.
"Speaking of names, you'll need a new one." Slade said and stood up.
He was done patching Robin up.
"Why?" Dick asked.
"Robin is a hero, NOT the apprentice of a villain." Slade said.
"I AM Robin." Richard growled, got up, and left the kitchen.
"Not any more." Slade called after him.
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At the Mercy of Deathstroke
FanfictionSEQUEL TO THE LAST GREAT ACT!!! So many questions where left unanswered. Why did Robin leave? Why did he leave all those boxes? Why won't he come back? BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY: Who has Robin?
