Numb [Sladin]

"Robin, I must say you've been a very good apprentice lately." Slade mused as he walked over to Robin. His eye was narrowed; as if he was staring at something intently.

"Thanks." Robin stated plainly, with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

Of course the comment pissed him off to the point of no return; but you couldn't tell that by just looking at him. Robin had learned from previous events that it was best to just keep his mouth shut and let Slade do all the talking. The psychopath circled Robin a few times; eyeing the armor on his slender body. Robin responded to the staring with a nonchalant shrug. He was so used to Slade's perverted stares and suggestive remarks, that it no longer bothered him at all.

Slade could tell that something was wrong with Robin; but in all honesty, he didn't really care. As long as he got what he wanted; he was content. Obviously, the boy's happiness wasn't one of Slade's top priorities.

"Would you like your next mission assignment, or would you rather wait until tomorrow?" Slade purred as he leaned in closer to Robin's face. As much as he wanted to jerk his head back, he just couldn't do it. His eyes wouldn't even blink when he told them too.

"Now." Robin said as he stood as still as a statue. You couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not.

"As you wish." Slade said as he slapped the left side of Robin's face.

Normally Robin would flinch or stumble back, but he had become so use to the abuse; he was numb to it. But it still hurt him. He couldn't fell his bruised face or legs, his scratched up knuckles, his cut up arms; nothing. On the inside, Robin slowly dying.

Under his black and copper mask, Slade was grinning. He truly loved being in control.

Slade then walked out of the cold, dark room to go get the mission plans. Robin could only wait to see what would happen next.