Renagade or Robin?

A Heart, not entierly stone

Dick was staring at the ceiling. Again. For the third day in the row. He wasn't even eating or drinking. He was in another room while his was being cleaned out. Dick hasn't slept in three days. He wasn't taking care of himself. And he wasn't even wearing different clothes. He just staid on his bed while his door remained closed.

He was given his space but Bruce would come in and give him plates of food. And when he came with another meal Dick didn't touch the food or even move. He just stared at the ceiling with dull eyes. Everyone would try talking to him and even shouted at him but he wouldn't budge. He was just...

Afraid. Paralyzed in fear. Almost literally.

Right now it was very late at night. Everyone was your because their stress over finding Slade and apparently the Joker that they found out had escaped with Slade. They went out constantly as much as they could to search for any leads linking to the two criminal masterminds. The team would come in and tell Dick what all they found and their progress in finding the clown and assassin. Only sightings were on he news but no crimes. The sightings being in the town the Young Justice headquarters was at. Dick kept the news on his TV 24/7 so he wouldn't miss a thing on Joker or Deathstroke.

He heard others going to their rooms to get shut eye due to their tired selves. Dick blinked and looked at the ceiling and felt his stomach hurt from the want of food but he didn't answer it's pleading cries to be fed. He just staid still and basically didn't care about himself anymore. He lost the modivation to care.

"My. Looks like you shut down." The Joker leaned on his doorway.

"..." Dick didn't even react to him. He just remained unresponsive.

"You need to eat. You keep this up you die! You don't want that do you Little Robin?" The Joker snickered.

Dick's eye twitched and he gazed over at him with emotionless eyes.

"Oh I love those eyes!" He skipped to the bed and got in his face. It shows you truely are dead inside!! Maybe I should being you back to life!" He held a crowbar.

"Easy Joker." Slade walked in and shut the door and locked it behind him. And be quiet. This is a stealth mission."

"Sorry Sladey pie!" The jomer laughed. "I'm just not the stealth kinda guy!"

"Obviously." Slade shook his head in disapproval. "Grayson look at you. I can't have you dying on me. I really don't want to go through the hassle of finding a better apprentice. The truth is there isn't anyone else that's is closer to being like me then you." He knelt down. "And I'm afraid I have grown to attached to you, dispite me distancing myself. But I love myself. And you are almost exactly like me." He grabbed the untouched fresh food Bruce put down two hours ago. "You need to eat."

Slade sat Dick up and got a fork full of mashed potatoes and held it up to his mouth.

"Open." Slade ordered.

Dick didn't respond.

"Uhg." Slade forcefully opened his jaw and put the food in his mouth." Now chew it." Slade ordered again.

Dick looked at him and chewed. He swallowed and eyed the assassin with pure curiosity. He just sat there in silence as Slade fed him. He never did this. Never.

"You work on Stretching out his limbs and unstiffening them." Slade glanced at the clown.

"Sure thing!" He grabbed Dick's legs and began to move them around and heard them pop.

Slade finished feeding Dick and helped unstiffen him. He worked on his arms, moving each finger and joint carefully so he wouldn't break anything on accident because he had done that before in the past when Dick did something like this halfway through the eight months that he had him.

"Your way to stiff...you really need to loosen up." Slade huffed and moved his shoulders.

They popped loudly and Dick close his eyes a bit in pain but opened them. His eyes were slightly more lively. Joker finished and walked to the door and sat there to wait on anyone who would come by. Even though the door was locked. Slade laid Dick flat in his stomach and began to massage his back, hearing his spine pop every now and then. His muscles were tense and Slade looked at Dick's slightly annoed face and then back to what he was doing.

"You should really thank me." Slade spoke.

"You killed people and wrote a sentance in blood in my room." Dick said coldly.

"That wasn't me." Slade huffed. "Joker...I said make it suddle." Slade growled.

"Hehehehe. I like to shock my audience." Joker cackled.

"Quiet!" He whisper yelled. "And i don't care if you do or not! Jesus... can't even obey the simplest demands." Slade shook his head.

"You didn't mean to scare me?" Dick sat up and looked at him.

"Course I didn't." Slade rubbed his neck and took off his mask. "Joker surely did. But I wouldn't get my hands that dirty. I like to keep my things clean."

"..." Dick grabbed his covers and pulled them over him. "Why are you being nice?"

"Like a said. I've accidentally grown attached." Slade stood and stretched. "Come on let's go."

The two left and snuck out of the building. And there on the table Slade left something. Dick picked it up and looked at it.

It was a new staff.

He extended it and he smiled at the light weight metal. It was very strong though and it hand built in features. Dick smiles.

"Looks like your heart isn't entirely stone." Dick mumbled.