Broken But Loved (Robin Fic)

Prologue

*4 years ago* *Circus Grounds*

Everyone had just flooded out, but the crying of a small child could still be heard. He was huddled in the back of the tent away from the circus. He didn't want to face the fact that his parents just died no longer than three hours ago. He was scared, alone and didn't want to be there. His prayers would soon be answered.

Emerged from the shadows was a man in a suit and an eye patch over one eye. He looked menacing and Dick seemed to find the mans presence somewhat of a relief. Dick sniffled, wiping puffy blue eyes and staring up at the man who was staring down at the boy.

"Poor thing. So full of angst and sadness." Slade says, making Dick sniffle.
Dick wiped a tear away. He didn't saw anything nor flinch away when Slade bent down next to the boy. "The perfect dog to train. One so broken that it can be morphed into a machine. Bruce Wayne is asking for you. But I doubt he will ever get hands on you." Slade explained, making the boy cock his head in confusion. Slade smirked and gripped the boys bicep roughly, making him yelp slightly in pain. Slade ignored it and dragged to boy behind him.

Dick started fighting back. "No... I don't want to leave... My parents!" Dick shouted. Slade ignored it and threw him in the car roughly.

"Your parents are dead. Time to face reality." Slade says coldly and slammed the door. Dick, in his nine year old body, glanced back at the circus, seeing a man in a suit and blue eyes standing next to the circus keeper. The man looked worried, but before Dick could do anything to alert the boy, finally getting the bad vibes from the man in the car, they started driving away fast. Dick had no idea his life was going to take a turn for the worst.

*a few months later*

"Dick!" Slade yelled, making Dick flinch where he stood. He didn't know what to do. He was the one who didn't wake his master in time. Slade glared down at the boy who was standing with his chains on his ankles and his collar on. "What have I told you? I need to be up! I have business to attend to you rangy mutt!" He slammed the boy who fell to the floor with a yelp. Deathstroke sucked in a breath and controlled his anger. "I have to keep a level head. I have an important appointment today." He says, mainly to himself.

Dick sat up and rubbed his burning cheek. Slade reached over and grabbed Dicks muzzle. He put it on the boy and ordered dick to go into the cage where he normally slept. "Stay. If I see you do anything I don't like, you get a nice little shock." He pressed the button, making Dick jump up slightly. "Be a good boy." He says before he turns off the light and leaves to assasinate someone for money. This was unknown to dick, but Slade was a villain. A skilled combat and assassin. He was Deathstroke and Dick had no idea.

Dick wasn't dumb. He was very smart for only being nine, almost ten. He knew how to hack computers, he knew how to tell when a punishment was coming, but after how he's been treated, he was too afraid to use any of his knowledge. He was afraid of the punishments and he knew he would always be afraid of people. He will always be afraid of doing the wrong things.