Every hero present was shocked at his statement. What did robin mean they didn't want to save him. Of course they did. Why would they have searched an entire year and still be searching if they didn't want their little bird back?
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Chapter 9: Injuries and friends

Robin simply growled at the hero's as Slade grabbed the edge of his mask subtly slipping something between the fabric and into a cut on the boys face before quickly stitching it shut. The man had intended to stitch it earlier, but this might get ugly and he'd rather robin not bleed to death during the fight. Robin didn't pay it any attention as he had a cut there from earlier training. He assumed Slade was just poking and prodding to make sure it wasn't infected. Slade couldn't send him on missions if it was. Robin couldn't die because he'd lose business if he had no one to send on those few missions he was unable to do himself, and we all know how Slade hates to lose. He was hurt but he turned his hurt and despair into anger. Even when Slade began to teach the willing teen he had been told 'use your anger, if you don't have any create it from elsewhere.' and that's exactly what robin did.

"Robin the friend of the mine, how could you do the thinking we did not wish to find the you? Did the you forget us friend? We would never do the leaving of the behind!" Starfire yelled.

"Shut up! You would have come for me if you wanted me!" Robin yelled back.

"Renegade! Come!" Slade yelled as began to walk off.

"Yes master! Excuse me but I'm busy." Robin dismissed not noticing when his master had moved.

Slade stood waiting for the boy who began running towards him. Expression unreadable. 'Good' Slade thought. 'He's learned how to be an Assassin properly.' Just as robin was two inches from his master he was grabbed and engulfed in smoke. Slade had run into the smoke only to find the hero's gone, along with his apprentice......

"Let me go!" Robin screamed slamming his fists into the dark knights back as he was whisked away.

"Trust me, i would love to put you down Dick, Unfortunately I can't because no one knows what's going on with you!" Bruce growled.

"Nothings going on! The only thing going on is I'm being kidnapped!" Robin huffed.

Bruce stopped. "Kidnapped? Robin we are saving you!" Bruce told him.

"I don't need saving!" Robin yelled.

"Yes you do!" Bruce yelled

The trip back to the Titans tower continued in the car and fourth argument between the two.
Once back inside the tower robin was out down on a kitchen chair and had one hand cuffed to it. The chair was one of the few bolted to the floor.

"See, this is exactly why I left you the first time!" Robin yelled. Standing up. He couldn't move far from the chair however.

"Robin sit down. It's okay dude you can relax." Cyborg told him. Robin had always been relaxed when sitting. He was rarely ever standing at the tower. Now however now...... he could not seem to sit too long. It unnerved him.

"No." Robin bit out.

"But your always relaxed when your sitting. Especially in the kitchen!" Bb pointed out.

"No. I'm not. I can't be relaxed sitting still, I have to be up and moving. You can't stay in one spot to long." Robin ranted.

"Dude what did slade to to him!?" Beast boy
whispered to raven.

She just shook her head. "I don't know. He won't let me in his head." She said trying again.

"Stop that! Get out of mind!" Robin yelled pushing her out and knocking the purple cloaked girl over.

"Robin, we are the trying to help." Star pleaded.

"If your trying to help then let go of me! Your only putting yourselves in danger!" Robin growled.

"Was that a threat?" Wonder Woman asked.

"No. It was warning." Robin growled.

"And what are you gonna do?" Green lantern asked.

"Not what I'm going to, what slade will. He will find me, he isn't the worlds best assassin for no reason." Robin mocked.

"Slade?" Flash asked.

"Deathstroke." Bruce said simply.

Each JLA member paled.

"That was deathstroke!?" Flash yelped.

"We are officially doomed." Wally said as he walked in.

"Wally?" Robin asked with a hint of joy.

Everyone paused. It was the first reaction they had hotten out of robin that was positive and not aggressive or full of malice so far.

"Hey rob! How's it go'in? He asked.

"Could be better." Robin said.

"I can see that." Wally said.

The boy examined his friend. He had stitches just beside his mask running slightly into his temple, a scar across the left side of his lip staring just under his bottom lip and running upward, finishing close to the bottom left corner of his left eye. Though it was barely noticeable unless you were distinctly looking for an injury. He had a cut on his arm, still bleeding, and a set of smaller scars that looked like two claw marks on the right side of his neck. Wally walked to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed some bandages. He cleaned and stitched the open injury before wrapping it. Then he undid the stitching on his face, before cleaning that and restitching. Then covering it with a small gauze pad and some soft medical tape.

"Now you don't look so bad..." Wally joked.

"Thanks wall." Robin squirmed.

"There are more open wounds aren't there?" Wally asked.

Robin nodded.

"Show me, I'll fix them. I knew you couldn't just have one." Wally laughed slightly.

"Thanks Wally, really." Robin said.

His mood had done a compete 180 and flipped from aggressive 'renegade' to the robin they all knew. In fact his mood had flipped so abruptly and completely that he had forgotten about the titans and the adults all together. Robin undid the side zipper on the left side of his uniform and peeled back the fabric. The blood and sweat sticking onto the cloth like a moth to light, as he pulled it back. Once it was down and his chest was visible but bottom half still covered Robin turned around so his back was facing Wally. He had several scars, that seemed to be whip scars and three long open gashes. Two appeared to be in an X shape in the middle of the raven haired boys back stretching from shoulder blade to hip on both sides. The last was a longer cut on robins front. From right hip (curving like a c but didn't quite make the full c shape) to robins left side mid Center, where his uniform zipper usually was. His front was littered with smaller cuts and what appeared to be scarred over stab wounds.

"Robin, what on earth did this much damage?" Wally said horrified.

"I had a mission directly before the criminal gathering that I was at. Slade had assigned me a Mafia kidnapping case. Some stupid rich entitled teenager couldn't stay away from some slut, so I had to go get him and dispose of the gang holding him. It just so happens one of the men had hit my front from the ground before, slamming me down on the injury, after the stupid kid decided to book it making me lose focus the guy decided he'd keep me on the ground and began cutting the X. They are of course dead now." Robin told him like it was nothing.

"What about the other wounds? There are stab scars, whip scars and then some I can't even identify." Wally asked in a hushed tone.

"The stabs are multiple other missions and the whips and smaller scars are from punishment and training. The bullet scar is an older one, from that psychotic clown." Robin replied like it was obvious sneering at the slight mention of his past relation to the joker.

Wally quickly set about fixing robins wounds. He stitched the front wound after thoroughly cleaning it then thoroughly cleaned the back wound before stitching that too. Then he wrapped robins entire chest and back leaving him movement of his arms. Once he had finished he put everything away and grabbed a pair of black sweats and a dark gray Sleeveless shirt from robins room. He instructed him to change while everyone left the room to give him some privacy, except Wally of course.

"Everyone is gone now rob. Change then let's get you back to your master." Wally said in a hushed tone.

A/n:slightly longer chappie. Fixed a few spelling errors in the chapter and worded a few things a little better.