This is it. *Takes deep breath* The final chapter! I actually like how this chapter turned out, compared to the other ones. It's not my favorite chapter but for an ending (Which I tend to not be very good at writing) it's pretty good. I hope you guys liked this story, even though it WAS awfully short and was a little cliché at times. Oh well :)

Keep running.

His heart was racing. His feet pounding against the pavement as he ran through the empty streets of Gotham. His head hurt, his chest heavy, his throat dry from the deep panting. But he didn't dare stop.

He kept going.

Each step away from Slade was a weight lifted from his shoulders. His ears strained to hear the mans heavy footsteps in the distance, at least a hundred yards back.

He didn't look back to check.

Soon the pavement under his feet turned into gravel. His face showed confusion at discovering this. Only a handful of places in Gotham were gravel, and the only way he was going was towards-

The fairgrounds.

The circus was in town- not his circus- but a circus nonetheless. The performers were well done with their acts, and had retired to their trailers hours before to sleep.

"Sloppy, apprentice."

He was in the big top now, it's cheery red and white striped walls barely seen in the darkness of the room. High above was the trapeze- it's ropes swinging in the slight wind.

"Didn't I teach you anything about stealth?"

He was on the ground now, writhing in pain. His side hurt from where Slade had body slammed him into the gravel.

"You must stick to the shadows, Dick. Never reveal your whereabouts until it will be to your advantage."

That voice- so calm, so collected. It was frightening, worse than when the man had burst into a fit of rage, yelling and beating Dick to a pulp. But now- he certainly was mad, but not in the screaming way.

In the much more dangerous way.

He was standing again, still clutching his side which would surely grow a nasty purple stain in the morning. His eyes scanned the room, but it was too dark to see much farther in front of his face.

Behind him, a barely recognizable sound, the gravel moved slightly, creating a low rumble in the silence.

He whipped around quickly, only to have his body pushed to the ground once more. A foot was on his throat, pushing down on his windpipe and making it difficult to breath.

"Sloppy."

His hands were on the foot, pulling and pushing at it. But it wouldn't budge, it only pressed down harder.

"Where is the controller?" Slade leant down so that his masked face was only inches from Dick's.

A smirk made its way onto the boy's face. "I don't have it."

The foot pressed down even harder now, and his hands fell limply to his side in defeat.

"I'm not playing games here, Dick. Where is it?."

His vision was becoming fuzzy. His head was hurting more now, black specks dotting his vision.

"Don't... Have... It..."

The foot was gone, replaced by the man's gloved hands. His body was pushed up harshly against a pole, the cold metal digging into his back.

"Tell me!" He was yelling now, the rage evident in his voice.

"He doesn't have it, Deathstroke."

Dick was dropped to the ground in surprise, and Slade's head whipped around to stare at the Dark Knight.

"If he doesn't have it, then who does?"

Silence. The Dark Knight wasn't willing to tell where the controller was. Maybe he didn't even know himself.

Dick was picked up again, held from behind around the waist and neck. Something sharp- a switchblade- was being held to his throat.

"Tell me. Tell me or he dies." The blade was dangerously close to slicing his throat open.

Batman took a step towards them and the knife pressed down harder. "You wouldn't kill him. You need him."

Slade took a step back, dragging Dick with him. "I can always find another apprentice. If you truly value your son's life then I suggest you tell me where it is."

Silence filled the room again. Dick's masked eyes staring at his former mentor. He wouldn't tell that Robin had the controller. He would rather Slade kill him than the Titans.

"Right here Halloween face!" The young voice was coming from above, and suddenly a small figure clad in red dropped from the ceiling, tackling both Dick and Slade.

Moving quickly, Dick scrambled to his feet and reached for the knife that had fallen from Slade's hand. The man was now rising as well however, and reached out for Dick. Only to be hit from behind from Batman. The two began fighting once more, Batman having the early advantage.

"Hey!" Robin yelled to Dick, before handing him the controller. Dick stared at it for a moment in shock, not sure what to do with it.

"Destroy it, Dummy!" Robin suggested, pulling Dick from his blank thoughts.

With a sudden burst of rage Dick threw the device to the ground and stomped on it with his foot until all that was left were tiny pieces of metal and wire.

"It's over, Slade." He turned to the man, ripping the metal S from his chest and throwing it to the ground.

The man starred at him in shock for mere seconds, before narrowing his eye.

"No, it's not." At this he turned towards the opening on the side of the circus tent and ran out through the night, faster than anyone could catch him.

Batman and Robin began moving towards the door as well before Dick stopped them.

"Leave him, you won't catch him anyways. Let's just go home."

Alfred was waiting at the manor with three cups of hot chocolate, and after explaining to Jason who Dick was and after a brief talk between Bruce and Dick, he went to bed.

His old room was just as he had left it, the bed made neatly, the dresser still containing his civilian clothes and the poster of the Flying Grayson's hanging proudly on the wall.

After changing into some shorts and a t-shirt, Dick crawled into the bed, knowing that he would never get to sleep. He stare out the window for countless hours, when suddenly there was a figure standing on the ledge outside of it.

Dick moved quickly out of bed, standing near the door in a fighting stance. Ready to call for help if the man was here for a fight.

"I'm not here to take you away Dick, in fact I'm here to congratulate you on beating me. Granted, you needed the help of your former mentor and his new sidekick to do so. I decided to reward you for your accomplishment tonight. You get three months, sixty days to spend however you like. It can be spent here with your family or in jump as Robin. But just know that once the sixty days are up I'll come for you."

Dick had dropped his fighting stance now, staring at the man before him like he was some kind of alien replacement to the original Slade.

The man moved back towards the window now, and before disappearing once more he turned to the boy one last time.

"Farewell, apprentice."

So, there you have it. The end to Ignoring The Truth. How was it? Be sure to send me a review telling me your opinion. :)

As for the sequel, I think I'm going to update every Sunday by 9:00pm Central time. I'm going to try really hard to get chapters out every Sunday (Not including tomorrow, in case you were wondering). Just know that sometimes life gets in the way and I can't always meet the deadlines. As for the actual story line I have the ending in mind so at least I know where I'm going this time around :) the sequel won't have much of the Titans, but there will be an occasional video chat or phone call here and there. Farewell for now! And don't forget to put me on author alert so you know when the sequel comes out!

-When Dreams Become Reality