I do not own the Teen Titans or Slade.

Seem things are progressing in this story. Wonder what's gonna happen next.

"Ah, Crow. Did you do as I requested from you?" Slade's voice spread throughout the young teen as he entered into the infirmary, with his gaze downwards, not wanting to meet his master's eye. "Yes, master." The ex-titan said in a calm yet quiet tone. Slade gazed over at the boy through his mask curiously. "I need you to lie down across the table and take off your shirt." Crow, being obedient, did as his master requested and slipped off his bow and arrow, the black cape that was somewhat similar in size to his father's, and last but not least his top half of his uniform. Underneath his breast was deep bruising, indicating that a few ribs had been cracked and were pressing against the underside of his pale skin. The teen folded his clothes neatly and placed them on a chair, while he placed the bow and arrow beside the chair before walking over towards the examination table and laying down, staring straight up at the ceiling behind his mask. The masked villain walked over towards the obedient bird with a tray that contained a syringe filled with a white serum, cotton swabs, ointment, and rolled up wrappings. The boy gulped lowly at the sight of the syringe. Ever since he was little he had hated getting shots and he had a fear that every doctor that used one on him would mess up and hurt him with it. When Slade picked up the syringe and tested it out to see if it flowed right the boy tensed slightly. Cursing mentally for his fear he only hoped Slade hadn't noticed, but of course the man did and he began to smirk behind the mask. "Is the little bird scared?" He teased. The ex-titan growled in annoyance before wincing as he felt the needle enter right between his cracked ribs. "Don't move." The man said firmly as he pushed out the white serum.

In the boys mind he could feel himself tensing and cringing more and more as he felt the liquid being pushed into him. The thought of it made him nocuous. "Slade.." Crow murmured underneath his breath. Slade's cold gray eye looked up towards the boy and noticed his almost terrified look on his face. Slowly pulling the syringe out the boy's breath hitched, releasing a pained gasp. The syringe was now out of the boy and back on the tray while Slade placed on some of the ointment before wrapping the boys upper torso with the wrappings. "I suggest you don't move around for three days to let your ribs heal." Crow watched as the man moved the tray away and began lifting the boy up into his arms. "Wha-what are you doing?" Crow cried in distress at the sudden action from the older man. "Were you not listening boy, you aren't to move so I'll have to carry you." Crow was about to protest again but the look he got from Slade shut him up instantly and he carelessly let the man take him to his bedroom.

Meanwhile, in Wicht's room, Wicht was discussing the plans over with his partner Black Blood. The girl was rather young to do this type of mission but in all truth she wasn't. Black Blood was a science experiment. She had been taken from her mother after her birth to be tested one to see if they could make a genetic super soldier. They had succeeded but she had managed to escape them and Slade had found her and took her in. Almost everyone here thought she was just some puny girl that couldn't defend herself and the last person who told her that had ended up dead. So she was the perfect girl for this mission. "So master Slade wants this to go down tomorrow?" She questioned innocently. "Yes he does Black. Now do you remember vwat we are supposed to do?" The German teen questioned. The small girl nodded with a smile. "Yes I do. Now I must go prepare for bed so I am well rested." She said with a light giggle. Wicht nodded with a slight smile. "Alvight then, good night." Black Blood headed out of Wicht's room with a smile on her face but soon her mouth shaped that of an 'o' as she saw her master carry their other leader, Crow in his arms. Heehee..wow I never thought I would see the day that Slade had a heart for the boy. She thought with a giggle before skipping off towards her room.

A few hours had passed since Slade had brought Crow back to his room. The boy was now in the bathroom doing his business. After flushing the toilet he came up towards the sink and mirror and began washing his hands. His hands froze mid-way when he looked up at the mirror. Moving his hands towards his mask he slipped it off to reveal a pair of bright neon emerald eyes. What have you become Erick? The boy questioned himself before slipping the mask back over his eyes, becoming the masked villain Crow once more. The boy slipped out of the bathroom cringing in pain before slipping under the comforting warmth of his bed covers and falling asleep instantly.

Towards the middle of the night, Crow was still soundlessly sleeping but unbeknownst to him was that Slade was standing next to his bed watching him. The man's gray eye scanning over the calm figure, watching as the boys chest rose and fell. His black gloved hair moving up towards the boys ebony hair and moving a stray hair away from his masked eyes. Soon my little bird.