*Falls on floor and makes the sounds of a dying walrus*
I suck at titles also... I'm sure you've noticed....

TIME FOR THIS STORY TO GO DOWNHILL, JUST LIKE TheLastFlyingGrayson 's STORY!!

Until I get some new ideas anyways.... This basically just gonna be a jumble of my ideas added together....

-Robin's P.O.V-

Slade hovered above me. My eyes widened.

"I take it you had a dream?" He asked.

"AH!" I shot up. "What the hell?! Were you watching me sleep?!" I shouted at him. 

"On the contrary. I simply came in to check on you, when I noticed you were having a nightmare."

"How did you know I was having a nightmare?" I asked. Did I scream in my dream again?

"You were crying and thrashing around. I think you broke your wrist when you banged it on the nightstand as well."

"What?" I moved my right wrist and sure enough, pain sprouted throughout it. There was slight bruising around it as well.

"I was just about to wake you up, when you did yourself." Slade explained. I remembered Slade said something about me crying, and I immediately went to wipe away the tears with my left hand. My tears dried easily, and I lowered my hand, sniffling slightly. Slade grabbed my broken wrist.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. Slade examined at my hand. I tried to pull it back, but his grip was firm, not allowing me to escape from his grasp. "Let go." I pulled harder, still not having any effect. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" 

Slade narrowed his eyes at me, but I just narrowed mine back. 

"It's definitely broken. But it'll have to do." Slade mused. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Have to do? With what?" I asked, trying to pull back again. I yelped as all of a sudden Slade yanked my hand, pulling me out of the bed.

"Hey! What?! What's going on? What are you doing?" 

"Time for training." Slade stated, dragging me from the room against my will. I narrowed my eyes, as I was dragged through the maze of Slade's base. 

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to escape Slade's death grip despite the pain from my broken wrist while doing so. "Let go of me! I can walk on my own!" I thrashed around, desperately trying to escape. Fear gripped my heart once again, and I knew there would be no escaping it this time. Batman wouldn't be here to save me. Not yet.
Slade turned to face me and fear flashed across my face before I immediately covered it, but Slade still saw it and I could see the amusement he was feeling. I scowled.
"What? Are you going to let go of me or what?" I glared at him. His eye darkened, before his grip on my arm tightened again, making me wince as he dragged me throughout his base.

Where's William when I'm about to die?!

Slade suddenly let go of my wrist and I dropped to the floor with a thud. I hissed in pain as I rubbed my head. "What the heck?" I stood up, glaring at Slade. I looked around the room Slade had dragged me into. It was massive,  there were big gears clicking to my side. How had I not noticed that earlier?

"Time for Training." Slade stated. I looked at him.

"Training?" I asked. 
"I've assessed your skills, but now it's just a matter of testing them." Slade explained.
"When did you assess my skills?"
"That is not of importance right now. Prepare yourself."
I immediately tensed and took a couple steps back.

Slade wasted no time in charging at me. I sidestepped the punch aimed for my head. My heart thudded loudly in my chest. This was really happening. I dodged another blow, this one aimed at my neck. My feet were unexpectedly kicked from under me. I grit my teeth and did my best to ignore the pain as I steadied myself with my hands, only to have my wrist kicked, resulting in a slight snap as I began to fall.
But I wasn't going down that easily. I moved my body through the air as I fell, so I could land in my feet. The second my foot landed, I immediately pushed off, flipping through the air.
I landed swiftly a couple of feet away from Slade. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to scan for his next moves. Slade once again charged at me, his attack more fast and harsh than before. I dodged a swipe at my neck, and threw a punch towards Slade, only to have my wrist easily slapped away. A kick connected to my rips, breaking one and being rewarded with a snap. A grunt of pain escaped me, but that didn't stop me from fighting back.

------------(I'm getting super lazy, and this seriously needs to be updated. Today's date: 21 March. Monday. Wonder when it'll be published...) ---------------------------

I left out a sigh of relief as I face planted my bed, doing my best to ignore the pain I felt while doing so.
Slade was no where near like Batman. That's for sure. His "Training" involves a series of broken bones and tons of bruises. I pushed myself up, and began to assess the damage.
Broken wrist, fractured arm, dislocated shoulder, broken left ankle, a sprained right ankle, and two broken ribs. Severe bruising on my cheek, - The bruise had turned purple, a bruise or two on each arm, and severe bruising on both wrists, three bruises on my back, and a total of seven bruises adorning my legs.
If this is how Slade plans to "Train" me while I'm here, then I don't know how long I'll last. Although, I think that's part of the reason as to why I'm here of all people. Because I'm one of the few who'll survive.

I grit my teeth, and pushed my arm back into it's socket with a slight hiss of pain.

I sighed and slipped under the covers, completely exhausted. Something tells me exhaustion will be a regular thing for me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Do I really have to update this?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Can I not just die?----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Or half the words the chapters have?---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I fucking died, bruh.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*Dies*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(Stalling complete. ^.^ )

"Hey Will." I called, sitting down at the counter.

"Good morning, Master Dick." Will replied, looking back from his pan slightly. Morning consisted of 3am. I ignored the pain in my chest, - the reminder of Alfred, and smiled, also ignoring all the bruises and broken bones.

"How you doing?" I asked.

"I think that's what I should be asking you. I don't exactly agree with Slade's training programme."

I sighed. " I don't exactly either. But there's nothing I can do about it."

"Maybe it'll get it better." He assured, as he placed a plate of food in front of me.

"Maybe..." I started eating the food, after muttering a thanks.

I was so wrong.

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"Screw you Slade!" I shouted, as I desperately tried to pull against the chain holding me prisoner.
Note to self: Do Not piss Slade off too far. Usually, I'm the one getting annoyed, but this time I went a little too far for once. Twice... A little too far for the second time.
Slade insisted that this will "help" with my "anger issues".
I tugged against the chain holding my broken wrist hostage. Pain smeared through it, but I did my best to ignore it. If I could just break free... A snap echoed, and a new pain bloomed in my wrist as I hissed in pain.
"You won't get away with this Slade!" I shouted, despite the fact I knew he probably would. I could practically feel his smirk, and hear his chuckle as he walked away.

I struggled against the chains, the darkness around me seeming to suffocate me. I knew the room was small, but the darkness was making me even more uneasy. This was Slade, after all. Who knows what traps he could have set up in here?! 

I began to hyperventilate. I struggled to breath, and there was a burning in my chest as I began to shake. My lungs burned, my head was spinning, and I could just hear Slade laughing. It was all I could hear. The entire room spinned, making it even scarier as Slade's laugh echoed in my ears. What's happening? Realization dawned upon me as I recalled the needle he injected in me to stop my struggling. That damn bastard!

*Put on hold. This is where I got up to.)
Goodbye.

-Cherry.