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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Robin wasn't sure how long he slept before Slade woke him up. The glass from the window was closed. Robin felt more refreshed after his nap. He stretched his arms above his head and then flattened his hair down.
"What time is it?" he asked as he began to rise.
"Almost six," Slade said, tossing him a T-shirt. "I did some laundry while you were asleep."
Robin pulled the shirt on and then scratched one of his ears. "Thanks, for everything."
"Of course." They were silent for a while. "Dinner is ready if you're hungry." Robin watched Slade leave the room. Sighing quietly, he followed after him. They entered the kitchen. Robin sat down and waited for his plate of buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and ham. After setting his plate down in front of him, Slade went to the fridge and opened it. "I have water, orange juice, milk, and grape juice."
Robin took a bite of toast before answering. "Milk, please."
Reaching in, Slade pulled a carton of milk out of the fridge and then went to get a glass. He filled it full, except for five inches at the top. Robin was swallowing some crust when he set the glass down. While he ate, Slade washed the dishes that he cooked with, dried them, and put them away. Robin downed his milk once his plate was clean.
"I have some robots to repair," Slade said, taking his plate and glass away. "You can help or rest some more."
He started washing the rest of the dishes. Robin stood up, pushing his chair in. "I'll help. I don't want to go back to bed until much later."
"I'll meet you in the other building then."
Nodding, Robin left, made his way to the front door, and walked outside. He closed the door behind him before walking around the cabin and making his way to the dojo. When he was almost to the door, he heard a loud caw. Jumping ever so slightly, Robin turned and looked around, trying to locate the crow. He looked at the roof of the cabin and spotted it. He stared unblinking at it, wondering what it would do. The crow stared at him, its eye moving around in its socket strangely. Goosebumps appeared on Robin's arms and the hairs on the back of his neck rose. A growl formed in his chest and then entered his throat.
"What!" he snapped.
The crow stared at him for a few more seconds before lifting its wings and pushing off the metal gutter to take flight. It flew right over him. Robin turned on his heel and watched it vanish from over the dojo. Shaking his head to relieve himself of the unwelcome feeling, he stepped up to the door and placed his hand on the touch pad. The light scanned it and accepted him. He was about to walk through the door when a voice spoke behind him.
"A single crow is a sign of death approaching." Robin turned sideways and saw Slade step up beside him. "If you believe in that sort of thing, anyway."
Robin shrugged. Walking past him, Slade entered the dojo and headed for the storage units at the end of the room. Robin followed and heard the door close behind him. Opening a metal door, Slade walked into a large room where robots hung on the walls, parts were in boxes and crates, and blueprints were tacked to the walls. Robin walked over and peered inside.
"What do you need brought out?"
Slade took a toolbox off a shelf and set it on a table that held more parts. "I need to make a few robots from scratch. Grab the blueprints from the walls and put the tacks back in their holes. I'll bring out the rest." Nodding, Robin entered the room and went to the wall. He took off every sheet of blue paper, put the tacks back in their places, and then headed out. "Take the toolbox with you."
Robin took a few backwards steps, grabbed the handle of the toolbox, and then lifted it off the table. Going out to the arena, he walked towards the middle and set his items down. For the next few minutes, Slade brought out parts and a few already made, but needed repairs, robots. Robin laid out the blueprints, in order, in order to examine them fully. Soon, their work area was set up and Slade gave him the needed robot parts in order to make a new one.
"I have extras of every tool, so don't worry about waiting for one," Slade explained, setting a robot sideways in front of him. He got on his knees to work. "If you're not sure how to connect certain parts, just leave those alone. I'd rather not have defected robots made."
Robin looked inside the toolbox and grabbed the tools he needed. "Okay, I'll try to follow your blueprints to the T."
Looking at the first blueprint, he grabbed a torso and stomach and set them in front of him. For the next three hours, Slade and Robin worked on their projects in silence. It was actually kind of fun and interesting to put a whole robot together by himself. Connecting certain wires and piping was sometimes a difficult task, but Robin managed.
After another half hour, Robin stuck the robot's head onto its shoulders and neck after connecting the wires to the chest. It went on with a soft thump and a click. After testing its limbs to see if they would stay on, Robin got up in a crouch and rapped his knuckles on the robot's face. Slade was putting a new clawed hand on his thirteenth repair.
"You can test your robot out tomorrow. If you destroy it or break it, you'll repair it."
Robin looked at him and smiled. He wasn't sure of this feeling within him, but he liked it. Slade was being really kind to him despite their heated past. Maybe that's what retirement did to people.
"You changed a lot you know. And it's a good change. You seem more human now." Robin paused, waiting for Slade to react in some way; he didn't. "I just wanted you to know that." Slade still didn't say anything. Smiling one last time, Robin stood up and stretched. "I'm going to get some water. Want any?"
"No. I'll be in soon though."
"Okay."
Robin put his tools back in the box, picked up his robot with some difficulty, and placed it in the closet with the other full robots. Leaving the dojo, he returned to the house, poured himself a tall glass of water, and guzzled it down. He rinsed the cup out, set it on the counter, and washed his hands with soap. During that time, Slade placed the robots in the closet and re-tacked his blueprints to the wall. After cleaning up, he returned to the house and heard the toilet flushing. Robin soon emerged, rubbing his eye.
"So…what now?" he asked.
"I would like you to go back to bed, but I doubt you will," Slade said. Robin nodded. "I do have a computer, if you want to use it."
Robin thought about it for a moment. "I should probably let the Titans know that I'm okay. Can I e-mail them?"
"You can." Slade turned. "Come with me." Robin followed Slade to his office/bedroom. A black laptop was sitting on a desk on the left side of the room. Slade turned it on, waited for it to load, logged in, and then sat Robin down in the comfy, high-backed, black chair. "My IP is untraceable with your team's security, so they won't be able to find us."
Robin opened the internet browser on the desktop and logged onto his Hotmail account. Slade watched him start his e-mail before going into his bathroom to shower. For a few minutes, Robin typed out his e-mail. When he was done, he read it carefully.
Hey Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy,
It's Robin. As you can probably tell, I h…
"…Ave found a place to stay with internet access. I just wanted to e-mail you to tell you that I am fine. I finally have a roof over my head. Don't be alarmed, but I had been chased for almost two weeks since I was last at the tower—if Raven mentioned it to you. I'm safe now though, so no need to worry. As far as my rescuer is concerned, no one will be able to find his hideout and that includes you guys. Who knows, maybe he can help me control myself so that I can come home again. At least, I'd like to. And I don't care what anyone says: kicking me out was best for all of us. You did it to protect yourselves from me and I'm okay with that. I miss you guys and hope to see you again someday. Love, Robin." There was a pause. "PS: Tell Beast Boy I'm sorry and I hope he's fully healed by now. I hurt him the most, so I hope he's okay. Thank you."
The four remaining Titans stood in front of the large monitor in the main room. Raven had read Robin's e-mail out loud to everyone. An unsettling silence filled the tower. After another minute, Raven turned to them all.
"At least we know he's okay." Beast Boy looked angry about something. Raven looked at him. "Something wrong?"
"Yeah, something's wrong!" Beast Boy snapped. "You did tell us he visited for more stuff, but you never told us people were chasing him!"
"I didn't want to worry you guys. Robin can take care of himself anyway."
"That's not the point!" Beast Boy threw his arm out towards the window. "We kicked him out of the tower because of a goddamn accident! He was chased by people for god knows what and we just find out?! That's bullshit!"
Cyborg turned and stepped in front of him, looking sincere. He attempted to put his hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, B."
Beast Boy jerked away, glaring at him. "I will not calm down! I don't care what Robin said in his e-mail! It could be a lie and he's really in trouble! I won't let him get hurt or killed because of me!"
"And what do you plan to do?" Raven asked. "Going to go out and search for him?"
Beast Boy lit up a bit. "You know what Rae? That's a great idea! I'm gonna go out and find him and bring him back!"
"But, Beast Boy, we need you for the butt kicking," Starfire said.
Beast Boy snorted. "Everyone knows I'm the weakest link in this team. If there's anything I'm good at, it's tracking. I'm going to go out and find Robin. I want to apologize to him directly for our mistakes. He deserves that much."
"I do hope you know how crazy this sounds," Raven said. "Where do you plan to start looking?"
Beast Boy shrugged. "If I were Robin, I'd be finding a pack somewhere. He'd want to find a place where he can fit in. It's worth a shot."
"Well, I hope you know what you're doing," Raven said. "Just be careful, alright?"
Beast Boy nodded. "Yeah, I will."
Turning, Beast Boy headed for his room. The others watched him go, not sure if this was a good idea.
"Will friend Beast Boy be alright alone?" Starfire asked a few seconds later.
"Let us hope so."

The next morning, Robin was finally back to normal. Well, almost. A human having a wolf tail and ears was far from normal. He had a hearty breakfast. After his food had settled, he decided that he would test out his robot, like Slade said he could. Slade brought it out of the closet and set it in the middle of the arena once they were in the dojo. Robin stretched and limbered up while he uploaded a fighting program into the robot. Taking the chip out of the side of its head, Slade walked off to stand at the sidelines. Robin stood in front of the robot, growing out his claws.
"The program I uploaded into it is a level five of seven. Its techniques are almost the same as mine, so be careful."
Robin grinned. "Good. This'll help me come up with a new strategy in order to finally beat you."
"I wouldn't count on it."
Robin glanced at him over his shoulder, smirking. "You haven't seen me fight like this before. You might be surprised."
Slade smirked. "We'll see."
Looking back at the robot, Robin got down on all fours after readjusting the bones in his legs and then charged at it. It got into a fighting stance. When Robin was a foot away, he slammed his claws into the floor to stop his run and then instantly rolled sideways in the air. As he made two full turns, he aimed a clawed hand at the robot's face. Its raised fist went right by his bent arm, aiming for his face. With his other hand, Robin grabbed it to stop it and finished his punch. The robot stumbled from the force of his blow. To make it fall, Robin kicked it in the gut. It started to fall backwards. Robin flipped over it after throwing its arm to the side and then stood up straight. The robot lay on the floor, unmoving. Robin looked up at Slade.
"That was fast."
"I wouldn't be too sure."
Eyes widening, Robin tilted his head down right as an uppercut came at his chin. His head jerked back harshly. The punch knocked him off his feet and he flew back. As he started to fall, the robot jumped above him and aimed a punch at him. Growling with one eye closed, Robin threw his arm back beside his head, touched his hand to the floor, and then flipped backwards onto his feet. The robot landed in a crouch, thrusting its fist into the floor. It cracked, leaving a small indent. Robin rubbed his jaw with the back of his hand.
"I'll have to break something off to immobilize it."
His brain worked fast, coming up with a good plan. As the robot stood up, Robin ran towards it, his clawed hand hovering by the side of his head. Thrusting it forward, he grabbed the top of the robot's head as it ducked and lifted his knee to its face. He felt the center of the mask dent inward slightly when it hit. Robin released it and then aimed another punch at the indent. His fist made contact, making the robot stumble and start to fall. Sliding underneath it as it neared the floor, Robin kicked upwards with his left leg, catching it in the back. It flew high into the air as he stood up, turned, and pushed off the floor to go after it. The robot managed to flip in order to face him. Robin aimed another punch at its face. Its head jerked to the side, causing his fist to go past it. Lifting its right arm, the robot shoved it aside, turning him slightly. Quickly grabbing him, it rolled over backwards so that their heads faced the floor.
Crying out in pain, Robin fell onto his side after the robot slammed the top of his head into the floor. He placed his hand on the bump, hissing in pain. The robot was on its feet, staring at him so that he could recover.
"I hope you have a thicker skull because the floor is made out of concrete," Slade said from the sidelines. "But, seeing as you're not bleeding…" Robin slowly got to his feet, swaying slightly. His ears were flattened down to his head. Slade suddenly noticed something. "Your tail never gets in the way. How do you keep it around your waist like that?"
Robin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "I think it has a mind of its own. When I'm upset, it wraps around my arm, like its comforting me."
"I see…"
Turning his full gaze back at the robot, Robin lowered his hand, bent his knees as he spread his legs out a bit, and curled his hands into fists as he raised his arms to his sides. With a growl, he pushed off the floor and ran towards it. The robot stood perfectly still as he charged. When he was close, Robin quickly slid around to the side, catching it off guard. He quickly grabbed the side of its head with his clawed hand and stepped his right foot forward. Shoving the robot sideways, he caused it to lose its balance. As it fell, Robin bent his knees and slammed the head into the floor. There was a sickening crack as the mask broke.
Robin was now in a crouch, his hand still gripping the robot's head. When it lay unmoving, he slowly released it and stood up and back. For half a minute he waited for it to do something. He then looked at Slade and grinned sheepishly.
"I think I broke it."
"You'll have to repair it yourself then," Slade said. "Anything that has been dented, cracked, or destroyed will need replacing. After you do that, you have to test it to make sure you fixed it completely. If it is, then put it away."
"Okay."
"Go get the toolbox and parts then."
Robin went to the storage unit, grabbed the toolbox, and brought it out. He set it next to his robot before examining the body parts. All he needed was a new head, neck, and clawed hand. Once he got his parts, he began to take the damaged pieces off. For forty-five minutes, he repaired his robot, sticking the head on last. He then stood it up and examined it again. Slade appeared beside him with a program chip, handing it over.
"This program chip let's it test its limbs out, to make sure they're not loose or partly detached." Slade pulled him to the side and touched a thin, rectangular hole in the robot's head. "The chip is inserted here. You will hear the robot download the program and then a click when it's done. You take the chip out after. Once you finished testing it, put the chip back in and reverse the download. It'll become a lifeless puppet after you do that."
Nodding, Robin placed the chip in the slot. When it clicked, he heard a soft humming sound as the program was downloaded. After another click, he pulled it out and stepped back. He watched in fascination as the robot did some simple exercises. It stretched its arms and legs, clenched and unclenched its fists a few times, and finally rolled its head around and tilted it side-to-side, like it was popping its neck. It then stood still. Taking that as a sign that it was done, Robin put the chip back in, reversed the download, and pulled the chip out. Slade took it from him and told him to put the robot away. Robin did so and then returned to the arena.
"That was really fun. I didn't realize making your robots would be."
"They get boring after a while," Slade said. "I've made thousands of these things."
"Should've invested in a factory so that machines could do it for you."
"Yes, but they're not entirely reliable. Machines break and need repairs themselves. It would cost me too much money."
Robin chuckled. "The thought of you spending money on things is funny to me. Whatever happened to stealing?"
"You seem to think that villains are incapable of leading normal lives," Slade said, folding his arms over his chest. "Stealing food and things to live off of is petty theft. As they say, "we wouldn't be caught dead doing a weakling's job"."
Robin blinked in surprise. He hadn't thought of that before. He always believed that villains did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Now he learned that they had some form of decency in their lives.
"Oh. I never thought villains had any ounce of sympathy or morals."
"Yes, not all do, but most have morals and rules they follow. I have my own set of morals. I do not senselessly kill people for the hell of it. If I have a reason to or I am given a job that requires to kill, then I will. But I don't kill innocent people. I only steal if it is necessary and, when I do, I don't let any of it go to waste. I use all of my resources. In a battle, if my opponent is too weak to fight, I back off and either let them recover so they can keep fighting or walk away and leave them to die themselves. However, this only applies if I see no reason to kill them. As far as sympathy is concerned, haven't I've done that with you? If I didn't have the feeling of sympathy, you would still be out there with the hunters chasing you. For years you have had half truths drilled into your head. You attack first, ask questions or think later. Not all villains are mindless monsters, like you believe them to be. We are, after all, still human, whether you believe it or not."
Robin looked at the floor. Slade's words repeated in his head over and over again. Deep down he knew what he said was true. He felt ashamed for assuming about him like that. And he was right. If he didn't have sympathy, Robin would still be alone with the hunters chasing after him for god knows what. He would not be there with a roof over his head and to be able to talk to someone. Thanks to Slade, Robin was safe and free to do as he pleased.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize," Slade said. "It isn't your fault you were never told our side of the story. All you've ever known was the hero side of things. It is no easy task to get inside our heads."
"If you say so…"
They were both silent for a while.
"How about a sparring session before lunch?"
Looking up, Robin smiled weakly. "I'd like that."
"Then let's begin."

To Be Continued…
- 5
- 6
- 7
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