A/N: I'M BACKKK! DID YA MISS ME?

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course. After all, I was the one who created fear gas."

"Alright. But if this doesn't work-"

"Yeah yeah. I'm not that stupid. My payment?"

"There."

...

Slade eyed the syringe, twirling it in his hand, the purple liquid swirling around. If Scarecrow did do it right, the customised poison, or neurotoxin, would enhance Apprentice's physical abilities, making him stronger, faster, etc, and do a little something that would give Slade an advantage over Dick that he had lost.

Dick was all bandaged up, courtersy of Wintergreen, and currently was laying on his bed recurperating. Wintergreen continued to ignore Slade, he had been ignoring Slade since they came back, as he was still mad at Slade for punishing Dick so badly and forcing him to kill, although he eventually didn't.

Slade decided to wait until Dick was fully recovered. Who knew what might happen if there were side effects caused by the injuries. The results might be unthinkable.

~TIME SKIP. TIME SKIPPY. SKIPPY'S PEANUT BUTTER.~

Dick had a bad feeling stirring inside of him. He could sense that something bad was going to happen. Slade was acting rather suspiciously, like he was planning something. After he felt good enough to leave the bed and not stay there all the time, he noticed something strange (A/N: DOCTOR STRANGE AYYY) about Slade. Slade seemed to be more stalkerish than usual, if that was even possible.

Besides watching his every move, except well in the toilet of course, he would repeatedly ask Dick the same questions over and over, something that he never did after his training started.

For example, whenever they had a meal, regardless it being breakfast, lunch or dinner, he would ask questions like:

"How are you feeling?"

"How's your recovery?"

"Has anything bad happened to your injuries?"

And so on.

It didn't just bother Dick, it worried him. Previously Slade didn't care about Dick's injuries that much, especially when he was the one who caused it. But now, he suddenly became all fatherly like and caring just like at the beginning. If he didn't bother before, why now? Slade was planning something bad, and Dick wasn't sure that he would enjoy finding out what.

And so he made a plan, something like insurance, just in case anything bad happened to him.

~OH IT'S A TIME SKIP. TIME SKIPPEROO. SKIPPEROONEY. SKIPPEROONEY'S A KANGAROO THAT SKIPS~

It has been a few weeks and Dick's injuries has finally recovering. The time in between those weeks has been used by Wintergreen to constantly nag and berate Slade about the way he had been treating Dick before acknowledging that he was at least currently softer with Dick.

After confirming that Dick was fully recovered and well, Slade decided that it was finally time to administer the poison to him. There only left the question of how he was supposed to do it.

...

It was done at night. Slade knew that Wintergreen would simply not agree to giving Apprentice the potion. He could already envision the words he would say if he found out.

Wintergreen would make a horrid fuss, and that wouldn't do as Apprentice would easily find out. And administering the poison would become much, much harder. He would tell Wintergreen later, after the poison had been injected into Apprentice's bloodstream.

Nightfall came, Wintergreen and Dick had gone to bed, Slade got out off his office, armed with the syringe, and silently walked towards Dick's room.
He opened the door, the boy was asleep, breathing deeply.

His eyes adjusting to the darkness, Slade reached out, ready to plunge the neurotoxin into Dick's arm. But then, Dick's eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened.

"Wha? Slade? What are you doing here?" Dick questioned, tensing, something wasn't right...

"Quiet Apprentice, it is none of your concern. On second thought, it is all of your concern, but not much longer, thanks to this poison."

"Poison?! What-"

Taking advantage of Dick's panic and confusion, Slade swung his hand onto a pressure point in Dick's neck, effectively knocking him unconscious.

Finding the vein, Slade plunged the syringe into it, injecting the poison into the bloodstream.

It wasn't long before he started thrashing and screaming, however still staying unconscious, Slade quickly pinned him down, preventing him from hurting himself in the process of his...change.

Wintergreen came bursting in, concerned for the boy, only to be "reassured" that it was another of the boy's night terrors. Eventually the thrashing and screaming ceased, and Dick laid still on the bed again.
...

Newly purple eyes opened, looking blankly around.

Only one word registered in his mind.

Poison.

A/N: I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER. I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED. YAY! WHAT HAPPENED TO DICKIE BIRD, YOU MAY WONDER. WELP, (TO QUOTE ARI: "WELP WELP WELLY WELL WELL WELLY" IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL :") I MEMORISED IT ) ALL I CAN SAY THAT DICKIE HAS CHANGED. BIG TIME. BAI! (•w•)

-MegPie ~(•w•)~