Slade's POV

I watched as the boys eyes suddenly closed as he finally gave in. I didn't expect for it to take this long to break him, but after all that is what makes him absolutely perfect for my apprentice. Sure I had to take a few extra pushes to make him more cooperative but at a certain price too. Maybe I pushed the kid a bit too far...No. I could've gone a whole lot further than this to make this boy endure enough suffering and pain to understand who is in charge. I chuckled to myself as I watched him flinch in his sleep. Yes. That's right. I hope he is having nightmares about me after all what kind of villain would I be if I couldn't have the boy fear me (Black Butler fans that was for you ;) ...SEBASTIAN!).

I better get this done quickly before the sleeping serum wears off. I stride over to my lab and pull out my latest object that I have had put together. The device that will take Robin's memories away...hmm well now that I think about it if I take away his memories he won't know how to fight and he will not be able to be useful. I wasn't really going to take away the boy's memories, I only said that so he would listen to me. No. I was going to tamper with memories so Robin will finally see that his so called friends are the real enemies and that I was only trying to help him. I can't believe this brat had put together this poor excuse of a team with pathetic heroes that can't do anything without their leader. How is a team going to help Robin's future? Certainly not with goofing around with a bunch of freaks.

That's one thing me and the boy disagree with, well among other things. How can he not understand that he is meant for so much more than being a hero. With me training him, I can create him into the perfect apprentice and we can destroy those that try to block our path to greatness. The world shall fear our names and beg for mercy as we take away everything from them as they have for us. Robin doesn't understand how similar we actually are.

(Flashback: Slade is 7 and with his family)

"Slade Wilson you give that back right now!" My mom screamed at me as I took the knives out of the kitchen draw trying to aim it at the painting hanging on the wall. Why must my mother be such an ignorant fool? I sighed and rolled my eyes as I pretended I didn't hear her and aimed at the apple in the painting. Perfect throw.

"Mister if you don't put those knives down this instant I will have to call your father!" My mother screeched as I kept ignoring her. She wasn't really going to call father. Heck, that fool is scared of him. Just as she should be.

"Go ahead and do it you pathetic wench." I said sarcastically as I smirked at my mother's disbelieving face. Heh. I can't believe I'm even related to her. Suddenly I saw a shadow overcome mine in front of me, and I turned around to see my father glaring at me. This isn't good.

"Don't you dare speak to your mother that way." He said very slowly as he articulated each word. How dare he have the audacity to speak to me in such a way. Mother looked at me with sympathy as if she was expecting an apology. Not in a million years. I huffed and continued to throw the knives at the painting.

"Jericho do something about this please. I can't have him grow up as a psychopath!" She yelled as she started bawling. Ugh. How weak. My father smiled at her and waved her off.

"Don't worry honey I will handle this." He laughed and watched her walk away. Then he looked at me with that same fake smile and took a hold of my hand.

"You really think that with such a weak arm you will be able to throw knives at your enemies," my father sneered as I glanced away. Tch. Of course.

"What would you know?" I grimaced and walked to my room. How dare he even attempt to tell me something I already know.

"Heh. Heh. Next time make sure you throw knives when you're mother isn't around alright." I nodded my head and headed to my room not even glancing back. I can't believe I have to live with such fools. The only one I can actually tolerate is father. At least he understands my needs, but mother on the other hand just gets in the way. Although I do not trust father. No I learned a long time ago not to trust him. Not after I learned what kind of job he does or should I say a hobby. Mother knows too, but she doesn't know that I had found out.

My father is a… scientist/ doctor. He experiments on people down in his lab in the basement. He makes sure that they can reach utmost perfection, but unfortunately there has yet to be anyone that reaches his standards. So he disposes of them. I'm not entirely sure the reason why he is trying to make people into perfection. Although I do find it quite fascinating; even though I know how sick it really is. I would never even attempt to do that. Especially since I know what kind of patients he takes in. Human kids.

I'm sure that there is some reason as to why he does this, but I don't want to get involved. I pretend I don't know that way father won't punish me. I know he wouldn't though. I was much too precious to him; I've heard him say it himself. I still can't shake away this feeling that something bad is going to happen and it is going to involve father. Strange. I know I should act kinder to mother but she always tries too hard, and the majority of my childhood she ignored me so I'm just doing the same. Sigh. I should get some sleep.

It wasn't even five minutes in my slumber that I heard a woman's scream. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my knives and ran out of the room. I raced towards the sounds of the screams as my heart pounded in my head as I thought one thing. That's my mother. I have to save her. No matter how much I have come to despise her she is still my mother. I ran through the halls down to the basements where the screams were coming from, but then I stopped just outside the door. It probably isn't best if I just barge in there. The door was slightly open as I peeped inside to see what all the commotion was about.

"How could you! He is our son! Our most precious treasure!" My mother yelled while backing away from my father who held a chainsaw in hand while wearing an insane smile slapped on his face.

"Exactly. That's why we need to preserve him forever! I just need a little bit more time for the serum to start working so he can always be our precious boy!" My father laughed maniacally as he stared at my mother.

"No. I won't let you do that to our son. I'm leaving and I'm taking him with me!" My mother screamed as she tried to escape the basement but ultimately failed as my father grabbed her leg.

"You're not going anywhere, and you will not take away my most precious creation away from me!" He yelled as he raised his chainsaw up in the air. I opened the door and screeched.

"STOP IT! LEAVE MOTHER ALONE!" I yelled as I felt tears swell up in my eyes. Mother looked at me with tears also streaking down her cheeks while she was sobbing. Father turned around and smiled at me.

"Ah son. Would you please kindly go back upstairs to bed?"

"No!" I shook my head with determination on my face as he glared at me. "What do you mean I'm your creation? Why are hurting mom?!" I wailed as my father started laughing again while my mother was mouthing for me to get out of there.

"So you figured it out now didn't you. I should've expected that out of you. You're so perfect, but with a little fixing you could be so much better." Father seethed while he took a few steps towards me.

"Let mom go." I said fiercely but I could tell that it wasn't enough and I looked like an idiot.

"Or what?" He grinned with malice in his eyes. He was right. What was I going to do? I looked to the ground with defeat settled within me while hearing my father cackle with insanity. Then an idea popped into my mind.

"Or this." I sneered and threw one of my knives at his chest. Fortunately one of the knives had made contact and he let mother go while he was panting and trying to get the knife out of his chest. Mother ran to me and hugged me close while we both sobbed and then she looked at me with fear evident in her eyes.

"We need to get out of here sweetie. Father is going to hurt you if we don't." She spoke quietly as I nodded and we ran out of the basement and up the stairs. What if we don't make it out? Will father kill us both? What does he mean by making me into perfection? Why hadn't I seen this before? All these questions flooded into my head as I heard something that sent shivers down my spine.

"I found you~!" My father cooed and pulled me away from mom.

"Mom!" I yelled as I tried to get out of his grasp, but it was to no use. My mother tried getting me back but ended up getting punched in the stomach by father and getting sent into the wall.

"MOM NO!" I sobbed as father pinned me down to the floor while I continued to struggle to no avail.

"You're going to have to be punished for not listening to your father." He whispered in my ear as tears came trickling down my cheeks. He pulled out a sharp scalpel out of his pocket and put it next to my head.

"No. Fa-t-ther please!" I wailed. He just chuckled at my actions as he sent the sharp weapon closer and closer to my right eye.

"This should teach you to listen to me!" He yelled and sent the scalpel down on my eye as I screamed in pain. I felt a warm substance go down my face and into my screaming mouth. Blood. He started digging deeper into my eye with the scalpel and laughed while doing it.

The pain was unbearable but it was all I could do but to stay there and let it happen. I closed my other eye not wanting to see what was happening as the pain from the sharp device suddenly stopped. I opened my left eye to see father cackling while holding a bloodied bright blue eye. Correction. My bloodied bright blue eye. I screamed even louder while suddenly father's weight seemed to be pulled off of me and sent down the stairs. Mom.

"Slade! Oh my god! I should've stopped him sooner." She cried as she cradled me in her arms and then started running with me still in her arms.

"Sladee~. Please come back to your father~~." I could hear my father coo and I tucked my head in my mother's chest but she ushered to me that she didn't see father but she knew he was near. We headed to the kitchen and my mother set me down and held me close then turned me around to face her.

"Whatever happens please promise me that you will run away from father and never let him take you." She whispered in my ear.

"But moth-h-er what are you saying?" I whimpered as I felt her shake my shoulders.

"Please just promise me!" She sobbed.

"Ok! I-I-I promise!" I stuttered as she smiled at me and then she raced me towards the door that would take us outside. She then pushed me out the door and stayed on the other side. Why was she not coming?!

"Mom! Come on! We have to get out of here!" I yelled as I held my hand to my hollow right eye. She just smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the head and spoke some words that I would never soon forget.

"I love you, and I will always be with you." She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes. Then, I could hear loud footsteps come into the kitchen. He's here.

"Remember what you promised me." She whispered and shut the door. I nodded to myself as I heard father's chainsaw roar and mother's dying screams as I ran as fast as I could away from the house. I fought the urge to cry and just kept running. No. No more tears. No more sadness. Just hate.

(End of flashback BACK TO PRESENT)

Yes. Robin and I are very similar indeed.

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