The next day Robin walked into the kitchen.

"Robin. Do I have to remind you of what happens when you disobey me. what happens when you LIE to me." Slade growled and gripped Robin's right arm hard enough to leave a nasty bruise. 

"W-what? I didn't-" Robin started.

Slade threw Robin's head into a couple of plates, shattering them all with Robin's skull.

"STOP LYING!" Slade roared and kicked Robin in the chest, making him lose all breath and some spit.

He then punched Robin's chin, sending him crashing to the wall.

"YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? THAT IT'S FUNNY?" Slade was ferrous. 

"HUH? DO YOU? MAYBE I SHOULD'VE KILLED THE JUSTICE LEAGUE FAR BEFORE NOW." Slade pulled out a trigger.

"No! S-Slade....please. don't." Robin was on his hands and knees, shaking so much, it looked like he was two seconds away from collapsing. 

"You're mine Robin. All mine. And as mine, I demand respect and loyalty." Slade whispered in Robin's ear as he held Robin up. 

"Y-yes, sir. Y-yours." Robin said, tears falling down his face. He felt so hopeless.

"Good. Now give me the device." Slade held out his hand.

"I-I don't know what your talking about." Robin gritted out.

"DAMMIT ROBIN, THIS ISN'T A FUCKING JOKE. Give it or they DIE." Slade threatened, holding up the trigger.

Robin sobbed, and gave Slade the device.

"Good boy." Slade said and a silky soft tone that made Robin shiver. 

"Now, for your punishment." Slade said and held out his hand again.

"Give me your mask."