I know, I know, I am a horrible person for not updating Electiones Nos yet. I am so sorry. But I swear I'm working on it, and I could give you a bunch of excuses about Band Camp and vacation but the point is I haven't updated yet but I'm planning to. Soon.

And I really have no business starting another story in another fandom but I've lately been on a Teen Titans kick and this idea just hit me and I had to write it down. I tried to avoid it, to put it off, but I couldn't any longer.

I have never written a Teen Titans fanfic, so this may be horrible and OOC and I apologize.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

It had been a perfectly normal day.

Robin had been the first to wake up-like always-and trained exactly an hour and a half before showering and strolling into the kitchen where Raven was sitting,sipping a mug of tea like she did every morning. Starfire floated in, beaming and giving the "greetings of the good morning" to her fellow titans, giving Robin an extra smile. Cyborg bounded in shortly after, already preparing to make waffles. Beastboy was the last up, yawning as he walked in, blinking sleepily before engaging in the daily Meat vs. Tofu battle with Cyborg. Raven had rolled her eyes and went back to her room with a muttered "idiots" while Starfire hummed to herself, talking about her plans to fix the "pudding of friendship" that night. Making a mental reminder to order takeout, Robin had resumed training.

Again, everything was perfectly normal, everything going exactly as it always did. Nothing out of the ordinary, not even a hint of anything besides bland normalcy. Maybe this eerily perfect daily layout should have made Robin look back and think, triggered something in his brain. But that would have been considered frighteningly paranoid for even Robin.

So when the alarm rang throughout the tower and they all rushed towards Robin who simply grimaced and said "Slade", none of them questioned it. Slade was routine, a-begrudgingly- normal aspect of the Titans lives. Absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary.

Or so they assumed.

Robin kicked down the door to the abandoned warehouse (Jump City seemed to have an abundance of those, almost as many as Gotham), the Titans right beside him as he walked cautiously in.

"Robin! How nice of you to join me!" Robin whirled around, crouching down into a battle stance as he looked up to where Slade was standing on the unfinished ceiling beams.

"What are you doing here?" Robin spat. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Starfire floating beside him with her eyes already glowing green, Raven's hands encased in black energy, Cyborg already aiming his canon, and a green growling wolf in place of Beastboy.

"Now Robin, I haven't done anything to you on this particular evening. No need to get so touchy," Slade drawled.

"Yet," Robin hissed. Slade tilted his head, the shadows of the beams covering half of his body.

"I don't plan on causing any harm to your little friends, if you'll comply with my condition,"

"And what condition would that be?" Cyborg said, seeming irritated with the lack of action and the surplus of talking taking place.

The temperature seemed to drop, the air grow frigid as Slade's eyes narrowed.

"Come with me Robin." Slade said it so smooth and nonchalant that Robin had to pause a second, torn between bursting into hysterical laughter and asking Slade if he had finally lost the last shred of sanity he had been clinging to. But he decided to go the logical route and find out as much information as possible, ignoring his friends facial expressions that were somewhere between shock and rage. This was Slade, there was always a catch, a plan behind the plan, a twisted reason behind every twisted action.

"Why?" Robin said, keeping his voice clear of any emotion.

"Why do I want you back as a faithful servant? Why Robin, I do miss having you as an apprentice, I did grow quite fond of having you around," Slade said mockingly. Robin clenched his fists.

"No, why do you think I would ever go back to you?"

"Is the threat of your city's safety not enough?" Slade asked.

"You're always a threat to the city," Robin replied darkly. Slade walked back, deeper into the shadows now.

"Ah yes, I was afraid you'd be difficult about this. So I brought an even better reason, just in case," he reached over, his hand disappearing into pure darkness for a moment before yanking it back-he was now holding onto a dark mass-a body Robin realized- before jumping to the ground all in one smooth motion. He threw the motionless figure to the ground, emitting gasps from all the Titans.

"The Red X?" Starfire gasped. Robin looked in horror as his enemy remained still on the ground, blood seeping through his ripped suit.

"See, I know you better than you do yourself Robin. And I know exactly what, or, to be more exact, who will make you agree to anything and everything I say," Slade said.

"Wait, why would Robin risk everything for Red X?" Beastboy was apparently back in human form and wasted no time in sharing his opinion. "I mean, yeah, he's not gonna let him die, cause Robin doesn't let people die, but what makes you think he'd give up his life for someone he actually kinda hates?" Beastboy had managed to say everything Robin hadn't. Why did Slade think he would obey his every command for Red X? Sure, he wasn't going to let Slade kill him, but he wasn't going to compromise the team for him. It's official. The time with Trigon officially drove Slade from insane-evil-genius to just insane Robin thought.

"Oh, it appears you aren't aware!" Slade seemed almost gleeful. Frankly, the thought weirded Robin out. "Well-" he bent down to the now feebly moving body of Red X-" I guess I'll just have to enlighten you," he grabbed Red X's shoulder and pulled him up to his knees, yanking off his mask.

Instantly, Robin fell to his knees in front of the half-conscious boy, the concerned voices of his friends fading into background buzz as he reached out as if to touch the bruised and bloodied face of the boy not even a foot away from him.

"J-Jason?" he whispered, everything in his vision swirling except for the face of the smirking boy.

"Long time no-see, Dickie-Bird,"

That did not go as well as I intended. I kind of hate most of it, actually, but I'm going to publish it anyway and hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you honestly thought!