The stroke of Robin.

Chapter Nine.

P.O.V of Robin.

I woke back up in the training room. I glanced around to see SB, KF, Miss M, Artemis and Aqualad were all strapped to the wall with bonds that targeted their personal weaknesses. Slade and I were left on the floor in the middle, and somehow we had both ended back up in our Death outfits with all of our weapons. I stood up, ignoring the pain from my sprained leg as the others began to wake up. Looks of horror crossed their face as they looked around.
"What's this?" Batman asked as he came into the centre of the circle where Deathstoke and I were standing, "They're ready to fight me."
"Bruce, please." I begged, I didn't want to risk losing Slade.
"Don't beg gypsy." He growled, "Let's begin."
I didn't have time to unsheathe my Katana's as Bruce lunged at me so instead I palmed my daggers and pointed them at him as he landed on them, his suit bending the metal so it was useless. He pinned me down and began beating me until Slade threw him across the floor.
"Stay behind me." He ordered as I unsheathed my Katana's.
"I'm not going to let him hurt you." I replied, stepping out next to him.
"Dick-"
"No, if only one of us get of this," I replied, "It's going to be you."
Slade didn't have time to reply to that as he brought up his gun and shot at Batman, but not in any places he could kill. As he shot I advanced, knowing he wouldn't hit me, and slashed at Bruce. I caught him upside the leg and turned back to face him to see him leaning over Slade.
"Say goodbye to Wilson Robin." Batman said and before I could think I had sheathed my katana's, palmed a throwing knife and threw it at the back of his neck.
I heard it make it's impact and saw Bruce fall in slow motion in front of me. I ran over to him.
"Nononononononono." I breathed as I checked for a pulse, and found none, "Nononononono!"
"Dick." Slade said and I felt tears track down my face, "Dickie come here."
I collapsed into his arms and let out large sobs, unable to control myself. I had just killed Bruce, Batman, my mentor for Robin. I felt the rest of the team's eyes on me, pitying me. He may have abused me but he was still like family, he was part of my hero family.
"Dick, we need to release your friends." Slade said gently.
I pulled away and nodded. We worked around the circle until they were all free of their bonds. I was numb, I had just killed. And I never wanted to do it again.
"Dick." Slade held out his arms and I went back over to him, placing my face in his chest, "I'm so sorry Dick." He removed my helmet and stroked my hair, something my mother always did when I was upset. Something Bruce never did.
"I want to go home." I said.
"Why don't you head on back to your room here first." He said, looking me in the eye, "I need to sort this out." I nodded and headed back to my room, not bothering with removing my weapons before I sat down on my bed.
"Dick?" I heard a tentative voice from the doorway and looked over to see Megan.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice hollow.
"I'm sorry." She said as she came and sat next to me, "We all are."
I looked over at her and saw the rest of the team standing in the doorway.
"Dude," Wally said as he came and stood in front of me, "We just wanted you to know that whatever you choose to happen next, we'll back you every step of the way."
"Thank you." I said and felt tears fall again.Before I knew it I was encircled in a large group hug. I don't know how long we were there but I saw Slade stand at the door and watch us. I gave him a smile and he smiled back, heading out the room and leaving a note. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.