Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, but I own the plot, so no stealing

Slade's Pov

I sat in his lair going through some medical files and even some police reports. I really didn't have an idea why I was going through these things, when I already had what I needed to know.

I eventually found a file that intrigued me, me little bird, my Robin.

I was going over his medical record, how he became Robin and more importantly, his family history.

On one of the papers it read that his parents were named John and Mary Grayson. I spat at the name Grayson, more importantly the name Mary. I stared at the picture of Mary, John and their son Richard.

Richard.

He knew Robin; the fearless leader of the Teen Titans was actually Richard Grayson, the acrobat that lost his parents in an accident on the trapeze, falling to their death because of Tony Zucco. Robin the sidekick of Batman at night, and Richard Grayson, adopted son of million dollar playboy Bruce Wayne.

Many people didn't know why Robin left Gotham, but I did, he didn't want to be left in the shadow of the Dark Knight.

Hmmm, if he doesn't want to be in the shadows, why doesn't he try actually going solo, instead of staying with those idiots he calls teammates? Why doesn't the boy join him and stand side by side with him, Slade thought.

The odd thing on Robin's file that no one seem to notice, was that he didn't have an ounce of John's trait, dominant or recessive.

I had know that it was odd that Robin was so much like me and yet, I never really looked at the boy, except when I tried to get him as an apprentice.

I was the only person close to Robin, who cared for the boy, but he was just so stubborn. I knew who was Robin behind the mask and despite the knowledge about his heritage; Robin never took another glance at his life, which he really was.

No matter the boy was mine and I'd tell him sooner or later.

"Sir, are you looking at Robin's file again?" my old friend Wintergreen asked coming in with a cup of coffee.

"Yes Wintergreen, I am, just deciding what I'm going to do with him. He's just so goddamn stubborn at his age" I spat knowing what Wintergreen would say about that.

"Just like his teacher don't you think sir?" Wintergreen asked knowing the man was stubborn as a mule.

"I am not stubborn old friend. But if you just see the boy, the potential he has, the stuff he's wasting you'd understand why I haven't given up on him like the others" I said taking a sip of the coffee.

"If he has so much potential then why isn't he here, learning from you? No need to be so rash sir, but don't you think he has the right to know?" Wintergreen asked picking up some of the files.

"You're right Wintergreen, I think it's time to tell, my little bird. It's time just indeed" was the last thing I said before leaving my lair going to find my little bird.