The stroke of Robin.

Chapter One.

P.O.V of Robin. (He is currently 11)

I whimpered as Bruce's fist came down again, "You don't deserve to be here if all you're going to do is let me down." Kick, "Go to the cave, I don't want to see you."
I quickly got up and headed to the Zeta beam, and walked out the other side into Mount Justice where my team where.
"Rob," Kid Flash yelled as he came over and hugged me, "What are you doing here? You decided to come for the sleepover?"
"Uhh...no." I said as I pried him off of me, "I just forgot some stuff."
"Oh," His face fell.
"Sorry." I mumbled as I headed to my room.
I quickly changed out of my civvies, replaced my glasses with my mask and made my way back out of the cave, the rest of the team too caught up in whatever movie they were watching to notice. I arrived in Gotham out of the phone box and walked down the alley. I climbed onto the rooftops and began to listen out for any crime, if I was banned from working with Batman nothing was going to stop me from working by myself. I winced at the memory of how the past years had been with Bruce, one painful beating after another. It was normally because I had done something but it could be because he did something wrong or because I fell asleep in class, or because he felt like letting out some steam and he couldn't parade around as Batman during the day. I was drawn from my thoughts by a crash from below me. I looked down to see a man flying out of the buildings window. I quickly wrapped him in a wire and left him hanging there as I climbed in through the window. There was nothing there, that can't be right. Whatever had sent that man out of the window couldn't have left so quickly.
"They can't be gone already." I whispered to myself.
"You're right," I head as a blade slid across my throat, "I can't."
I tensed, unable to move for fear of the blade piercing my skin, though that would probably be better then what Bruce would do to me when he heard about this. I didn't move as the man moved around to face me and his black and orange mask slid into my vision.
"Nice to see you Robin," Slade said, "You've been ignoring my calls."
"Like I have a choice." I mumbled.
"Why, the Bat doesn't like you having my number." Slade purred.
"More like he breaks my wrist every time I touch my phone without his permission." I muttered.
"He does what now?" Slade asked, his mocking tone gone.
"Oh, haven't you heard?" I asked sarcastically, "The Bat doesn't like people when they don't do what they're told."
"So," Slade said, "He abuses you?" I didn't answer and Slade just sighed, "You're coming with me." And he knocked me up the head.

I woke back up in an apartment, in a bed with a bowl of soup on a cabinet to my left, bread to its side. And there was also a glass of water. I sat up and noticed the bandages I now had over me, some even holding my wrist as it healed back in place. I looked around the room, it wasn't much. Not like I was used to back at the manor but it felt more homely, more loved and comfortable. And the food, I hadn't eaten in about 3 days, minus the cookies that Megan gave me but I knew that if Bruce knew I ate them I'd be in trouble, so I only ever had one a day. I picked up the soup, dipped the bread in and began eating. I had just put it back on the side when the door opened. I looked over to see Slade standing in the doorway.
"You're awake." He commented.
"No, I'm swimming with the Alligators." I said before I could stop myself, "I quickly curled up in a ball to try and avoid the worse of the impact hitting my face, that was the hardest to hide.
"I see you've munched through the food already." He said as he picked up the bowl.
"Sorry." I mumbled, still staying in a ball as I watched him.
"No need, you look like you need it." Slade replied, "Do you want to stay in bed for the night or would you like a tour?"
"Pardon?" I asked, sure I had heard wrong.
"I asked if you would like to rest or have a tour." Slade repeated, "I can't have you not knowing where everything is when you stay. That would get exhausting."
"What do you mean?" I asked, "You want me to become an assassin?"
"Not if you don't want to. I'm not going to force you to do anything." Slade said, "I just thought you might like a safe house away from the Bat."
"Are you being serious?" I joked.
"Look Robin," Slade sighed, "Do you want the tour or not?"
I climbed out of bed, wincing as I applied pressure to my right leg but it wasn't as bad as before due to the support currently helping it. I followed Slade out of the room I was in and down the hallway as he pointed out doors, "That was your room. My room, Kitchen, Bathroom, Lounge, Weapons room, Dining room, Training room and this is the main room."
It wasn't large at all, in fact it was rather small for a well paid guy like him, but it was homely unlike the manor.
"If you ever need anything I'm normally in the weapons room. If I'm not there I go just about anywhere else." Slade explained, "So, what do you think? Every night or less often."
"How's every Saturday and Sunday night?" I asked.
"Works for me." He replied, "Now rest up, I have a hit tonight. The nearest Zeta beam is out here and to the left. Enjoy your evening Robin."
"It's Dick." I said, not sure why I was trusting him, but I felt I could.
"Well then Dick," Slade said, "I'll see you in a couple nights."