*Depending on who's POV it is depends on what Robin is called and if I am using 'he' or 'she'*

No One's POV

It has been seven months since Robin was taken by Deathstroke. She was trained brutally in Slade's specific fighting style. Wintergreen attened to wounds she received during the training every night at the start of her training, and for defiance punishments, but her wounds had lessened in frequency as time went on.

Even though Robin hated the position she was in, she understood the advantages of learning another fighting style, especially one as advanced as Deathstroke's. She didn't use any previous knowledge of fighting, focusing on the style being taught to her.

Deathstroke was both surprised and impressed as Red X's training went on. He noticed that he didn't use any techniques that the Bat had taught him; he absorbed all the moves shown to him, some that he used against the boy, and copied the moves. Becoming very proficient in his fighting style in a very short amount of time.

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Robin's POV

Robin was in Red X's room, she would never call it her's, at the base. She was sitting on the bed, idly playing with a sword Slade had given her.

A knock on the door had her sitting up, body alert for anything. Wintergreen stood in the doorway, "Master Wilson wishes to see you." Robin stood up and nodded, heading for the door.

"Master Wilson said for you to come in full uniform." Robin stopped and looked momentarily surprised before an emotionless mask took its place. 'What could he possibly want now?'

She turned and started putting on the uniform she was given. She looked at in disgust.

From the waist down it was the same as Deathstroke's. Black leggings with sliver, plate-like armor on the boots and up her legs. She had the same silver belt and plating running up her arms and around her shoulders and neck. The only difference is her top. The shirt is half black and half orange with a stylized 'S' on the upper left of the chest.

Needless to say, she hated the offending cloth that tied her to the man. After everything was in place she followed Wintergreen down the corridor.

Throughout her time at Deathstroke's base she had come to like and respect the man walking beside her. He was caring and sympathetic to her, obviously not happy with his employer's treatment of her. And he kept her gender a secret from Deathstroke.

The room they came to was a room she had never been in before, stepping in the room she found it to be a briefing room. Though confused and curious, she kept her face carefully blank as she look at her so-called Master. 'Master, ya right, more like kidnapper, jailer, torturer and all around bastard.'

"You sent for me?" She asked, specifically not saying Master. He shot her a dark look but didn't do anything else. 'Something must be going on, he wouldn't have let that go otherwise.'

"The time has come my apprentice, you have progressed enough to go on your first mission." He paused here and she could tell he was smiling triumphantly behind his mask.

"You are to go to Jump City and retrieve a very important piece of technology for me." Robin's eyes widened then narrowed, "I am not stealing anything for you!" she snarled at him.

Deathstroke's own eyes narrowed, "You will do what I tell you to do, apprentice," he growled dangerously, stalking toward her, "You would do well to remember who is in charge."

Deathstroke pulled a slim remote out of his belt. Robin's eyes widened, recognizing the device that he had threatened her with multiple times when she tested his patience, the device that held the key her friends lives.

Robin lowered her head in submission, "Yes Master." She said quietly while glaring at the floor. 'I will find a way to free all of you. Whatever it takes.' Behind her mask, her eyes flashed with determination at the vow she made in her head.

"Very good. The device is being held in a Star Labs facility. You are to go in, retrieve it, and get out. I will be watching and listening to everything, do you understand?" he said, still figuring the device.

Robin nodded, head still bowed. She understood the threat, do anything to warn or communicate with anyone and her friends would pay the price. "What is the device?" She asked.

"Do not worry about that, I will guide you to it." Robin nodded her head again. "Head out. Do not fail me."

Robin swiftly turned and left the room. Walking toward a crime she did not want to commit, but had no choice.