So uh...I've been gone for like...a LONg time...and uh...yeah...

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hello again lol.

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After a long gaming session with wally, the two boys decided to watch some star trek, and relax from the frustrations of their current lives. But Richard had more on his mind then Wally did.

Slade.

He was much more of a softie now that he was gone, trying to get him back. He wondered why he had attachments. Why he truly cared after  those months of almost constant abuse. Sure he was similar to Slade, and he knew Slade liked that, but was that it though?

"Yo, Dickie." Wally was waving his hand in front of his face so fast it was but a blur.

"Hm?" Richard looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Wally frowned with concern. "About you attacking us-"

"I'm over it Wallace. Just, thinking." Dick looked down at his broken arm.

Wally didn't believe him but decided to not press him for answers, knowing he has a temper. Wally then smiled and stood.

"I'm going to take a shower." Wally informed Dick before exiting.

Alfred looked to Wally as he exited and smiled at the boy as he wandered off to go exploring. Alfred then walked in with a tray containing a glass of juice, and some well prepared food. Dick turned to him as he heard him walk in and silently thanked Alfred for the food.

"You are quite welcome master dick." Alfred smiled and ruffled his hair some before exiting.

Dick then turned the TV on, and switched to the news and sat on his bed from the floor, and listened in on any details about Joker and Batman, but so far, it seems Bruce was still tracking him down. Dick sighed and felt his tired body slumping a little.

"Tired?" Slade walked in, shutting the door behind him.

Richard jumped and looked at him, only to wince and gently grip is arm.

"Careful." Slade held his hand up, his eye staring him down as he approached.

"You drugged me." Richard growled.

"You keep leaving me with no choice. And actions have consequences. You shouldn't have lashed out so carelessly. After all the things I have done for you. To be disrespected like that breaks my heart little bird." Slade bent down and held the new stiffened kid's chin. "You have disobeyed me on the highest level. You broke my trust. But still have my lessons embedded within you. You lash out against me after me trying to help you. Yet you still have your loyalty. I'm not sure whether I should be glad or angry, possibly both." Slade growled. "You deserve to be punished.

Richard then shoved him away with his good arm and shook violently. "Don't call me that name!"

"I with call you that name." Slade smirked under his mask. "I will call you that name. Or do you want to make me stop. By helping me. How about it little bird?" Slade chuckled and walked behind the standing teen. "Listen well Little bird. For right now. That is all you are. But you could be so much more then a little weakling." Slade whispered into his ear, his eye filled with power and mischieve.

Dick shook, he looked forwards with tears in his eyes as bloodlust filled bus head, him getting sick to his stomach. This method of are. And triggering wired into his brain.

He needed releif.

It was burning at Gua finger tips.

"You can help me out. Want to be a better person little bird? Stronger~?" Slade purred almost.

"Y-yes!" Richard felt everything spin. "Just don't hurt me..."

"Good boy. Now. Alfred Pennyworth is in between your freedom. Through him you will find release. If not. Your friend Wallace West will die." Slade slipped a pistol into his good hand, it being loaded and off of safety. "Shoot him. It's an order. Fail me. And I will make you suffer." Slade stood and smirked under his mask. "Got that Little bird?"

"Yes....just stop saying that name." Richard spoke like a zombie and walked out of the room.

Slade followed, walking behind him, hands in his shoulders, his body almost shaking with joy as his Renegade still followed his orders.

"Alfred!" Richard called,this mind going hazy and black, his baby blue eyes going dull, just like that one time at the Arkham Asylum, with that cop.

Alfred dashed up the stairs. "what's the ma-oh" Alfred frowned as he saw the pistol in Richard Grayson's hand, his smirking face, tears falling down his eyes.

Those dead eyes.

"Shoot him." Slade ordered.

"It's not your fault Richard." Alfred smiled.

And after he uttered his words, a gunshot rang through the manor loudly, carrying behind it, a horrid silence.

Dick walked to Alfred as he coughed up blood, a hole through his chest. He looked weakly up at Dick as the boy wonder held a knife Slade handed to him. He then dropped to his on Alfred's waste, and began to repeatedly stab him, growling as he did, completely unaware of his actions.

"The Joker wanted Bruce to suffer. And now he will. Great job Renegade. Your punishment will be lighter then normal. A simple pop to the shoulder will suffice." Slade seemed proud. "I'm so proud of you."

Running down the halls in just a bath towel was Wally, him just getting undressed to bathe. He stopped once he saw what was happening, and covered his mouth.

"RICHARD!" He screamed.

Dick snapped out of it and looked at him. "What;?" He snapped.

It became clear what happened once Wally pointed to Alfred under him. Dick looked down with confusion, and froze. He blinked a few times, looking in disbelief as he looked at his hand, holding a bloody knife, his life long friend's blood all over him.

"AAAAAHHH!" Richard yelled in horror and scurried backwards, away from the Alfred's corpse.

"Slade! You BASTARD!" Wally growled.

Faster then the eye could see or follow, he charged at Slade and swung his punches. But he was as successful as a dead person. His arms were caught, and swiftly bent backwards, Slade snapping the elbows out of the skin.

"AAAAAHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHG! AAAHHH!" Wally keeled over in agony and writhed, crying out loudly, screaming even.

Richard covered his mouth and felt sick. He then looked up at Slade with fear, crawling backwards, trembling violently.

"Now, let us leave. We have a lot of work to do Renegade." Slade spoke boldly.

Richard panted heavily and looked to Alfred with horror and then back to Slade. He the growled and shot up, he rushed to the pistol and then aimed it at Slade's chest.

"YOU MADE ME MURDER HIM!" Richard sobbed.

"Wasn't that enjoyable!" Joker's laughter cackled from behind him.

Joker brought out his crowbar and whacked it upside Richard's head, making him cry out and collapse. It didn't knock him out, so he laid there, him unable to see due to the force of the blow, him groaning and crying, gripping the floor under him, his legs twitching.

Slade felt a huge twinge in his chest. The hit made him flinch. He rushed Joker and snatched the Crowbar from him. He then rammed it though Alfred'a skull, it making a sickening crack. Richard whined and tried to grab anything his vision slowly but surely returning.

He felt his skull, and it wasn't pleasant, he think it may be cracked.

Slade then turned to Joker, and the man snickered and picked Richard up, and slung him over his shoulder.

"Shall we leave?" Joker snickered as Wally passed out from the intense pain.

"..." Slade growled and nodded.

The two exited the manor and got into a fancy car, and drove off. Joker being the one that drove. Slade sitting in the back seat with Dick, running his hand through the boy's hair, as he groaned in pain.

"Forget the punishment." Slade groaned softly. "What happened at the Manor was punishment enough." Slade whispered softly.

Richard's good arm clung to Slade's, him whimpering and crying softly, in too much emotional pain. Emotions were such a crutch.

"..." Slade closed his eye and took Gus mask off and sighed, wincing as he looked at him. "The emotions will pass in time Renegade. Let's get you back to my lair, and from there I can take your pain away. Okay?" Slade whispered to Richard.

The boy, so overwhelmed by everything, just nodded, him just giving up on hope entirely. Knowing going back with Slade was something he never will escape as long as the man breathes.

As long as the man....breathes....