*Falls on floor and makes the sounds of a dying walrus*
I suck at titles also... I'm sure you've noticed....
TIME FOR THIS STORY TO GO DOWNHILL, JUST LIKE TheLastFlyingGrayson 's STORY!!
Until I get some new ideas anyways.... This basically just gonna be a jumble of my ideas added together....
-Robin's P.O.V-
Slade hovered above me. My eyes widened.
"I take it you had a dream?" He asked.
"AH!" I shot up. "What the hell?! Were you watching me sleep?!" I shouted at him.
"On the contrary. I simply came in to check on you, when I noticed you were having a nightmare."
"How did you know I was having a nightmare?" I asked. Did I scream in my dream again?
"You were crying and thrashing around. I think you broke your wrist when you banged it on the nightstand as well."
"What?" I moved my right wrist and sure enough, pain sprouted throughout it. There was slight bruising around it as well.
"I was just about to wake you up, when you did yourself." Slade explained. I remembered Slade said something about me crying, and I immediately went to wipe away the tears with my left hand. My tears dried easily, and I lowered my hand, sniffling slightly. Slade grabbed my broken wrist.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. Slade examined at my hand. I tried to pull it back, but his grip was firm, not allowing me to escape from his grasp. "Let go." I pulled harder, still not having any effect. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Slade narrowed his eyes at me, but I just narrowed mine back.
"It's definitely broken. But it'll have to do." Slade mused. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Have to do? With what?" I asked, trying to pull back again. I yelped as all of a sudden Slade yanked my hand, pulling me out of the bed.
"Hey! What?! What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Time for training." Slade stated, dragging me from the room against my will. I narrowed my eyes, as I was dragged through the maze of Slade's base.
"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to escape Slade's death grip despite the pain from my broken wrist while doing so. "Let go of me! I can walk on my own!" I thrashed around, desperately trying to escape. Fear gripped my heart once again, and I knew there would be no escaping it this time. Batman wouldn't be here to save me. Not yet.
Slade turned to face me and fear flashed across my face before I immediately covered it, but Slade still saw it and I could see the amusement he was feeling. I scowled.
"What? Are you going to let go of me or what?" I glared at him. His eye darkened, before his grip on my arm tightened again, making me wince as he dragged me throughout his base.
Where's William when I'm about to die?!
Slade suddenly let go of my wrist and I dropped to the floor with a thud. I hissed in pain as I rubbed my head. "What the heck?" I stood up, glaring at Slade. I looked around the room Slade had dragged me into. It was massive, there were big gears clicking to my side. How had I not noticed that earlier?
"Time for Training." Slade stated. I looked at him.
"Training?" I asked.
"I've assessed your skills, but now it's just a matter of testing them." Slade explained.
"When did you assess my skills?"
"That is not of importance right now. Prepare yourself."
I immediately tensed and took a couple steps back.
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