Oh boy, new story that I for some reason mostly wrote out beforehand.

Anyways, I got back into DP like two weeks ago and started thinking about some similarities between Robin and Danny.

So this is what came out of it.

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"Do you understand your mission, Robin?"

Robin rolled his eyes as he crawled through the air vents of Star Labs. The mission was simple. He was to enter the lab, steal an expensive weapon, and get out, all without being seen. Robin hated to admit it, but this wouldn't be very hard.

"Yes."

"Good. Then this shouldn't take too long."

Robin rolled his eyes and stopped above the room where the weapon was being kept. He carefully removed one of the air vents panels and stuck his head through the hole. He scanned the room for any gaurds, but found none. With a huff, the ex-Boy Wonder soundlessly jumped down onto the floor and searched the room for the weapon. His gaze finally landing on a safe which he carefully walked over to.

The boy frowned at the electronic lock on the safe. He grumbled a curse as he shifted through his utility belt and took out a small device. Said device was put on the lock and shorted it out, giving a soft clicking noise. Robin did his best to hold back a smile as he opened the safe and took out the weapon.

"I got it," started Robin, speaking into his intercom, "I'm heading-" Robin cut himself off when he heard what sounded like the shuffling of feet come from behind him. The teen whipped around and searched for the source, but found nothing. Robin's eyes narrowed and he cautiously walked around. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Robin, what happened?"

Robin ignored his mentors voice as he narrowed his eyes at one of the corners in the room. Something felt... Off. It was as if somebody was watching him. The boy shook his head and looked back up at the vents. "It was nothing. Must've been my imagination."

Robin could feel Slade's annoyance through the intercom. "I'm heading back now." Robin didn't wait for a response as he put the weapon away in his utility belt. He once again began to shift through the pockets before he found his grappling hook, and shot it at the air vents. He grunted as he felt the device tug him up.

Robin was climbing into the vents when the alarms began to blare. The teen let out a curse. What set them off?

"Apprentice! What's happening?"

"Something tripped the alarms," he said, annoyance evident. Robin hurriedly crawled through the air vents, not bothering to mask the thudding of his limbs hitting the metal. He could hear the guards down below him yelling, and running down the halls. If only they'd ever get to me in time. Once he reached the exit, the boy effortlessly climbed out of the vents and onto the roof.

Robin flinched as he felt something brush against his shoulder, and whipped around. So it isn't just paranoia. He narrowed his eyes scanned the roof for anything that would give away a hiding spot. Nothing. There wasn't anything there again. At least that he could see. He waited for a moment, giving whoever was there time to unveil themselves, but they didn't.

"Apprentice. What's taking so long?"

Robin hesitated before whispering, "Nothing. It's noth-."

"Robin!"

He let out a curse.

"I don't know what Slade would want with that device, but you need to hand it over," stated Cyborg as he held his hand out.

Robin reluctantly got into a fighting stance, and Slade muttered in his ear.

"Not a word."

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Robin sluggishly walked back into the Haunt grumbling curses to himself as he neared the briefing room. The Titans had stopped holding back mere weeks ago, and Robin now felt a sense of pity towards their enemies. Add that to how tense he was and the feeling of being watched still hanging over him and it just ruined his mood.

"Excellent work, Apprentice."

"What do you need this for anyway?" Robin ignored Slade as he begrudgingly handed him the weapon.

Slade looked it over. "It's not necessarily the weapon I was after..." Robin frowned as he watched Slade open a slot and pull out a green stone. "It's this."

Robin cocked an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"It's a stone with a unique energy source that three companies are currently working with." Slade brought three images onto the large screens behind him. "Star, Axion, and a smaller company called FentonWorks."

"What can it be used for?" asked Robin.

"You will be retrieving another one of these energy sources in a few days from Axion's Jump city branch," said Slade, ignoring Robin's question. "Until then, get some rest, Dick."

Robin bristled at the use of his real name. Ever since Slade had sent him to steal from Wayne Enterprises for the first time three months ago, he had a feeling that the masked man knew who he truly was. His suspicions were proven true when Slade had threatened Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara's lives a month back when an escape plan Robin had formed failed.

The bird felt his shoulders relax after he left Slade's presence, and let out a sigh when the feeling of being watched left him.

"I see that you've come back fruitless," remarked Plasmius as he looked down at the boy.

"Somebody got to it before I could. I'm sorry," stated a boy, leaving out how he had accidentally set off the alarms.

Annoyance flashed in Plasmius' blood red eyes. "And you didn't go after them?"

"I... I followed him back to his lair. But he was able to take down four Titans, so I wouldn't have stood a chance in a fight against him."

"Do you think I care?" he snapped. The halfa's eyes were filled with anger while he waited for a response. When the boy didn't respond, he let out an annoyed sigh. "Do you know who the thief was? Was he a well known villain?"

"I... The Titans had called him Robin."

"Robin?" Plasmius raised an eyebrow. "The Boy Wonder went bad?" The boy shrugged.

"Interesting... Does he work with anybody"

He nodded. "He seems to work for a man. Cyborg called him Slade."

The man placed a hand on his chin. "Slade... I've heard that name before." He took a moment to try and place a face to the name, but waved it off. "We'll find out who he is when the time comes to it."

Plasmius let two black rings travel across his body, and smiled once he felt the tug of his ponytail return. "It seems that we might have to spend more time in Jump than we originally planned..." stated Vlad and looked out the window of their condo. "I'll call your school to let them know."

The boy watched Vlad adjust his broach, the stone glinting from the light above. "Go get some sleep. We have an early morning tomorrow, Daniel."

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Slade frowned underneath his mask, he felt rather uneasy. As if he was being watched. The assassin looked around, unsure if his apprentice was planning another surprise attack. What Slade didn't expect was to have his eye meet bright red orbs.

"Who are you?" questioned Slade as he brought out his staff and got into a fighting stance.

The vampire like man didn't seem threatened at all as he nonchalantly placed a hand on his chest. "My name is, Plasmius, and this is my son, Phantom." Plasmius brought his hand out for a handshake. "You must be Slade."

"How did you get into my Haunt? Why are you here?"

Plasmius brought his hand down and pursed his lips. "Let's just say your little Haunt isn't ghost proof."

"Ghost proof?" Confusion washed over Slade. "What are you talking about?"

"Why, we're ghosts," exclaimed the Dracula-esc man and clapped the white haired boy's shoulder.

"Don't try to fool me. Ghosts aren't real."

"Slade, you live in a world where a League member can conjure anything by speaking backwards. Do you truly draw the line at ghosts?" Plasmius asked.

Slade mulled the question over, before tightening his grip on the staff. "What do you want?"

Plasmius smiled and looked over at Phantom. "I believe we should discuss this in private..." The supposed ghost trailed off as he noticed a figure in the doorway.

"Ah, the Boy Wonder. Or should I refer to you as the ex-Boy Wonder? Would you prefer that?" Robin curled his hands into fists at the man's words, but said nothing. "Either way, I'm so glad to finally meet you. But I'm afraid your mentor and I must speak in private. Please do take the little Badger with you and wait in another room."

Robin didn't budge. "Who are you?"

"I am Plasmius, and this is Phantom. You and the boy may get aquatinted while your mentor and I speak to one another." Plasmius made a 'shooing' motion before turning back to Slade. The assassin watched in curiosity as Phantom lazily flew over to his apprentice, and after an annoyed look from Robin and a nod from Slade, left the room.

"Now, where were we..."

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Robin tapped his foot on the ground, annoyance evident. That man had some nerve ordering around somebody he had just met. The bird looked over at the other teen beside him. Well it can't be a coincidence that somebody named Phantom appears the day after I felt like I was being watched, but can't find a source. Robin's eyes narrowed. His white hair and hazmat suit seemed familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen it.

Phantom... Phantom... Where have I... Robin's eyes drifted to the insignia on the boy's chest. "You're that Hero from Amity Park." The boy looked up at Robin with dazed eyes and merely nodded. He hadn't had time to look into Phantom. But he had heard his name many times in passing along with one or two headlines.

"Why are you working with Plasmius? If he has business with Slade, he obviously isn't a good guy."

Phantom's eyes narrowed in confusion. "I... Because..." Robin notched an eyebrow at how Phantom placed his face in his hand. "Why...?"

"Hey." Robin walked over to Phantom, concern written on his face. "Are you OK?"

The boy brought his gaze over to Robin and they locked eyes. "Yeah," Phantom removed his hand and began to hover a few inches off the ground. "I'm fine," he stated and pulled his knees into his chest.

Well, looks like we won't bond as much as Plasmius might be hoping. Thought Robin as he gave Phantom some space. And it looks like I won't get to question him about last night.

Everything about the ghost boy bothered Robin. The way he had acted, his eerie glow, even his white hair and blood red eyes.

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This was originally supposed to be like, two separate chapters.

So if it felt like it was dragging on, I'm sorry.