Hey y'all. So...this is my first fanfic. I'm a huge fan of Batman, Robin and Slade...The Teen Titans, Justice League, and Young Justice...Y'all be nice. Read and Review...If y'all like it, I'll do the same story again, but from different view points...Batman, and the Titans...maybe even Slade. Let me know what you think. I'll take requests for more stories, and if yall see any errors in here, or somethings missing...Let me know. I don't do slash. Yall have a good day, and thanks for taking the time to read. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line...

"Robin!" comes Slade's voice through the speaker in my wall. "Get in here. NOW."

The command is harsh. From his tone, I can tell he is unhappy with me. Yet, I jump off the bed and press the button on the device.

"yes, master, I'm on my way." I answer. The words burn, yet I say them to keep the people I love safe. There is no telling what I've done to make him so mad again. It has been 3 months since I became his "apprentice." I loathe every minute of it. If it weren't for the titans' lives on the line, I wouldn't submit to him. But I have no choice. If I don't, he'll push that button that will end my friends' lives before he beats me half to death. I step out of my small room and make my way to the main room. I can hear the gears clicking and grinding long before I reach it. The sound is enough to drive any same person mad. The incessant clicking and echo of the cogs. I reach the door that leads into the room. I'm hesitant to go in though. I haven't got a clue what I've done to make him so mad...or what he plans to do to me or anyone else... He can get angry over any little thing. Any disrespect results in a beating for me, and disobedience results in him pushing that wretched button. My friends suffer until I convince Slade to stop. He always finds something to beat me for. Whether it's a simple mistake or hesitation to fulfill his commands... Like now.

"Robin, I know you're there. My patience is wearing thin. Get. In. Here. Now." comes Slade's dark voice from the other side of the heavy metal door. I sigh and walk in. He's sitting in his throne like chair, with his fingers laced in front of his face. That cold grey blue eye locks onto my figure as I enter. With my head bowed, I slowly walk up to him. When I reach the base of his throne, I drop to my knees with my hands in front of me, palms up, as a sign of submission, the way he ordered me to.

"Master, you requested my presence?" I inquire.

"Why, apprentice, did you keep me waiting?" he asked coldly. I am at a loss of words... So I say what I believe will appease his ire.

"My apologies, master. Forgive my tardiness." I say with my head still bowed.

He is silent for a long time.

"Your apology is not accepted." he said. My heart sank. I was in deeper now... "Tell me robin," he began as he slid something in front of me, "Why did I find this in your room? I believe I told you to get rid of it, did I not?"

I looked down at the worn communicator that lay in front of me. Shit. I had kept it hidden all these months, and I let my guard down. He found it.

"Yes, master," I gulped.

Slade was on me faster than Kid Flash in a candy store. I felt his metal tipped boot collide with my rib cage as he kicked me across the room. I let a low grunt escape my lips as I land a few feet away.

"Why then, do you still have it?!" he asked me darkly. I sit back up in my submissive position, as he would expect. And right now, I will do anything that he expects. Only for them, only for the Titans.

"Master, I-ahh!" I'm cut off as his fingers grip my hair tightly and pull me to my feet.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR EXCUSES!" he shouts as he shakes my hair roughly.

"AHHHH! Sla-master, please! I only-OMPH!" I'm cut off again as his metal tipped fist collides painfully with my stomach. He pulls me back upright, and lands another hard blow in the same place. The air leaves my lungs; I'm left gasping for air, clutching my stomach. He repeats the process three more times before releasing the death grip on my hair, allowing me to fall to the floor in a gasping heap. Stars pop in my vision as I slowly regain my breathing. Slade is all the while circling me. I'm lying on my side, fighting for oxygen.

"Get back on your knees!" he commands. I slowly obey, doing anything to try and calm him so as to prevent him from pushing that button. As soon as I'm back in position, he lands another blow to my ribs, sending me back down. I let out a yelp at this.

"Back up." he orders. I comply. Slade roughly grabbed my wrists and cuffed them together. The cuffs had no chain and were linked closely together to allow as little movement as possible. I'm in for a rough night. And it scares the hell out of me.

"Master, please..." I try.

"SILENCE!" he yells. "I punish you, and punish you, Robin, yet you still disobey. It seems threatening the lives of your friends is losing its effect. so, it will be you who will suffer for this." he says as he walks to his nearby computer.

"Yes, master..." I say. Anything to appease him. He types in a few commands on the keyboard.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a call window pop up on one of the huge screens that make up the walls of the haunt. Another soon follows.

"This is a private line. Who are you?" comes the rough voice of Batman. Holy shit. No.

"And, an audience will be in order." comes Slade's voice directed at me.

"Robin!" comes Starfire's excited voice from the other call box. I hear her shrill gasp as she finally sees Slade.

"Slade!" Cyborgs gruff voice fills the haunt, "let him go! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"Good afternoon Titans. Batman." Slade greeted almost pleasantly. At this, Batman narrowed his eyes; his fingers were flying across the keyboard in the Batcave.

"As you will soon be able to tell, this signal is untraceable. It's a mixed signal, so even if you do get a lock on it, it will quickly jump all over the world."

"Slade, you vile, evil, vis-"

"Now, now. No interruptions, lest your precious boy wonder pay dearly." he coos. Batman ceases his typing.

"Now, as you all know, Robin, here, is my dear apprentice. Also, I have implanted millions of microscopic probes in the Titans. Once activated, they will cause tremendous suffering and eventually death." Slade says. I steel a glance up at my friends from my submissive position on the floor. The titans look warily at one another before looking back at Slade. Batman remains emotionless.

"If you try to remove them, they will activate and will not cease their function until you are dead." he says mercilessly. He pauses for a moment to allow his words to sink in.

"Now, your boy wonder has been a very bad boy indeed." he says as he leans down behind me, grabbing a fistful of my raven locks. He pulls my head back and forces me to look at the heros on the screen. He twists my hair in hopes to get me to cry out. Although tears spring to my eyes, I remain silent.

"The threat of ending your lives is beginning to lose its effect. Therefore, it will be Robin who suffers for his infractions, as he well deserves." he says as he wrenches my hair up, forcing me to cry out as he pulls me to my feet by my hair. "Isn't that right, apprentice?" I nod silently as I will the pain in my head to go away. He shakes me violently. "A verbal answer, if you please." he demands.

"AHHH! Yes, master!" I cry out in attempts to appease this man.

"Good boy." he says. "I could just kill him, but what good is a dead apprentice to me? You all must watch. Should you avert your eyes, his punishment shall be prolonged." he directs the statement to my friends.

"Slade, was it?" asks Batman in his deep voice.

Slade narrows his eye.

"Right, don't do anything you will regret. We will find you. And you will be brought to justice." says Batman as he slams his fist on his desk.

"I will not regret this. Robin, however, will." he says as he roughly shoves me back to the floor. I fall on the concrete with a grunt.

"Back in position!" barks Slade. I slowly return to my knees, turning my bound palms to him.

"Robin! Dude! Fight back!" cries Beastboy. That would have been a good idea. Except there is way too much on the line, their lives, my health... I can't fight this man. Even if I tried. When I first arrived here, Slade all but beat me to death. Fighting back only made it worse. The man was beyond powerful. On my first day, he bruised three ribs, and broke two. Although healed now, they still hurt. I slowly shake my head at Beastboy's plea.

"There's no point, BB. It'll only make it worse." I say defeatedly.

"Robin, you can't just-"

"SILENCE!" comes Slade's angry voice, cutting off Beastboy. "I said any interruptions will result in consequence. Consider my threat reality."

"no..." comes Starfire's weak voice. I feel sorry for them for having to watch this.

"I'm so sorry, guys, I failed you all." I manage to say with a glance at Batman, before Slade's boot connects with my ribs. I'm forced to the side with a yelp. Slade pulls me up by my bicep and punches me in the gut. I bend over in reflex as he slams his elbow into my back. I hear an audible crack. I stand back up straight with a cough. He continues to beat me, landing blows in my ribs, back, face and stomach. He beats for what seems like hours... I fall and he pulls me back up to continue his "punishment." Finally, he kicks my feet out from under me, sending me to the floor. My head collides with the cold hard concrete painfully, stars pop in front of my eyes. He picks me back up.

"Slade..." I choke out, "Master, please... I'm sorry..." the fist connects with the left side of my face, then the right, and once again on the left. The metallic taste of bloods slides over my tongue and over my lips. The pain and force send me back to the floor in a shout of pain.

"On your knees." commands Slade.

I painfully obey. Slade rips the shirt off my back. I glance down and see the bruises forming on my ribs. The cuts administered from his metal boots trickling blood down my body.

I hear my teammates gasp. Starfire is quietly sobbing in the background.

"Slade! No!" comes Batman's gruff, commanding voice. "Don't! Leave him be! He's had enough!"

"Yeah, man, you already beat him into the dirt! Let him go!" says Cyborg. Slade remains silent, waiting for them to cease talking. "It seems they enjoy seeing you suffer, apprentice." he says. I hardly hear him. The blood pounding through my ears, the sweat and blood drip off my face as I steal a look up at Batman. His passive face is still in place, but I can see he worry in his eyes. The pain. The righteous anger. When he sees me looking at him, he ducks his head ever so slightly. That's all I register before the white hot lash connects with my back with a resounding crack. I fall to my elbows.

"AHHHH!" SLA-M-MASTER!"

"BACK UP!" he commands. I obey. He brought the whip down again, and again and again, each time receiving an agonized scream from my mouth.

20 lashes...

30 lashes...

40 lashes...

Too weak now... There are black spots clouding my vision. I can feel blood soaking into my pants. I barely hear the sobs of Starfire, the angry growls from Cyborg and Batman. The whimpers from Beastboy... Again, the whip connects, again I scream. This one brings me down; I support myself with my cuffed hands. Again, the lash, again a scream erupts from my raw throat. I fall forward. Lying face down on the ground, Slade continues to flog me. My vision is black; the sound of the whip becomes white noise as I slowly black out. I am happy to escape into the blackness of unconsciousness. Mercy at last.

"Robin."

"Robin, wake up."

I can barely register the voice. My head is pounding. What happened? There was Batman and Slade and... a whip and...

"Oh my god..." I mumble as I try to sit up. I find my hands bound behind my back...

"Robin, robin wake up."

I finally understand that it's Batman's voice.

"Hey, man, are you alright?"

Cyborg.

"Robin? Are you-"

Starfire.

"Oh man... There's so much blood..."

Beastboy.

"Ohhhh..." I moan. I try to get up, but the pain racking my body is too great. "ah- ahhh!"

"Take it easy, Robin. Take it slow." orders Batman gently. I nod. Even the simple movement sends pain down my spine. I suddenly realize I'm lying in a puddle. The ground around me is covered in water. No. Not water. Blood. My blood. "oh my god" I say again. I have to get up. But I can't with my hands behind my back like this...using my flexible acrobatic skills, I slowly slide my hands over my butt and under my feet. The movement causes me to cry out in utter agony as the blinding pain engulfs my mind body and soul. I finally get my hands in front of me and collapse to the ground in a gasping heap. I lie there a few minutes, praying to whoever is listening that the pain go away. Slowly, I struggle to my hands and knees. Small cries of pain escape my sore throat. I eventually make it to my knees, gasping for breath and from pain. I run my fingers thru my hair... It's wet with blood. I pull back and look at my hand... It's red. My left eye is swollen shut, and my torso is decorated with crimson cuts and deep purple bruises. I try again to move, only to be welcomed with agonizing pain as my flesh is pulled tight, causing some of the cuts to reopen. I grit my teeth as hard as I dare without breaking them. I take a moment to will the pain away.

"Ow." Is all I say for myself. I glance at Batman his face doesn't betray any emotion, before turning my attention to the Titans. "Are-are you guys ok?" I ask my team.

"Physically or emotionally? OW!" asked Beastboy before Raven jabbed him in the ribs.

"We're fine, Robin. But you need medical attention." she said in her monotone voice.

"I know." I breathed heavily.

"Which, he will receive from me." comes Slade's voice. He walks out of the shadows and stands over my kneeling form. I flinch wildly at his voice, the movement sends a fresh wave of pain over my aching body.

"Don't you touch him!" yelled Cyborg.

"Would you rather him wallow around in his pain, and drown in his own blood?" Slade asks my friend. Cyborg doesn't respond. Slade lifts me off the ground by my bicep unmercifully. The pain is unbearable.

"AHHH! Master..." I yelp, as I'm pulled to my feet roughly. I stumble on the way up, losing my footing. The only thing keeping me from falling to the floor is Slade's vice grip on my arm. "AHHHHHHHH!"

"Enough, boy, you know good and well you deserve this." he replied with a harsh shake on my arm. Tears are now freely flowing down my face, soaking into my mask.

"No one deserves to get beaten into the dirt..." I whisper. Slade spins me around and slams my back into the wall.

"AHHHHHH!" I scream out at the rough contact.

"Care to repeat that, apprentice?" he inquires quietly.

"N-no..." I whisper.

"No, what?!" he demands as he slams me back again.

"UNGH! AHH! N-no, master!" I correct myself. I can still hear Starfire quietly crying.

"Smart boy." says Slade as he leads me to a medical table in the center of the room. A hour or so of agonizing alcohol being poured on my back, cuts being stitched, my screams, gasps and whimpers slicing through the silent air mixed with some "please... Master..." and "no more..." Slade finally begins to wrap my torso tightly with gauze. Once he's done, everyone is silent. Slade pulls me to my feet painfully and leads me back to the call windows.

"Should he disobey again, you all can expect another call. That is all. Robin, go to the computer and close the calls. Do not speak to anyone." he orders. "I want verbal recognition that you understand my order." he demands after a silent nod from me.

"Yes, master." I say quietly. He nods and stalks out of the room.

"Go back to your room when you've finished and wash the blood off your face and out of your hair. He says as he closes the door behind him. I nod, "Yes, master." and begin the agonizing walk to the computer. It's only about ten feet away, but to me it seems like miles. I make it to the computer and nod at the five people in the screen. I attempt a small smile to show them I've not been broken. There's no doubt they can see the pain and fear in my face.

Batman nods back, and the Titans watch silently.

"Be brave, Robin." Batman says. I attempt a smile and silently close the call boxes and turn to stagger to my room. The words Batman spoke... It's something my mother always told me before our performances. Those words always brought comfort to me... Batman left off the last part: "Be brave, Robin. Don't be afraid. I'm always here to catch you when you fall." Those words, coming from him meant that he would find me. Before Slade breaks me, before... The Titans are killed. I trust him. All I can think the rest of the agonizing way to my room is that I hope Slade doesn't push that button after all of this. I wouldn't put it past him... But...I guess that's the only thing he's good for anyway: beating people and pushing buttons...