This kept happening. If Deathstroke and the Titans got into a fight somewhere, somehow, Robin always ended up staring down his apprentice.

They'd done this dance a couple of times. Each time, frustratingly, they got away. Both Deathstroke and their new sidekick.

"You're not slipping away from me this time."

Dick pulled out his bow staff, giving it a swing.

"This should end now."

How could a kid his own age stay with someone like Slade?

"If he's manipulating you - I can help."