I walked casually down the darkened hallways of Slade's warehouse, thinking of all that has happened to me since I woke up in that alley. I was on my way to Slade's training area, made specifically for me, when I was attacked by 4 Slade-bots.

Its had been about 3 months since our meeting, and 3 months since she began training under Slade.

At first, I was miserable. The training consisted of 2 hours of constant sprinting for Let alone the actual workout and combat practice. After that was the drill to strengthen my control over my emotions, which mainly consisted of Slade yelling insults and taunts until I was about to lose control, then having me regain it.

About a month into it, I was seeing real progress. I could do my morning run without breaking a sweat. I was running faster every day. I havent lost my temper in weeks, and I could hold my own against Slade himself.

Slade, to say the least, was extremely pleased with my progress. I had memorized his fighting techniques on the first day, and have since copied them perfectly. With an occasional touch of my own style.

At first, the drones seemed easy. Until I realized each were programmed with different fighting styles. It was the most difficult session in weeks, but I didnt question Slade. I've learned not to. The drones corresponded to the others attacks, and worked as a team. With a master such as Slade, combat practice is not finished until I finish my opponent. No mercy is to be shone either.

After 4 more hours of this, I finally managed to defeat the last of the robots. I heard a slow clapping from behind me and spun around to see Slade, in all his black armored glory, standing a few meters away.

"Good, Raven. Good. Soon you will be equipped enough to go on missions for me" he said, his chilling voice sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded, feeling the familiar sense of longing, longing to be outside, return.

"Dismissed" he told me. I automatically stood at attention, before spinning around and going back to my room.

I continued my walk till I found a door with stamped into it. I placed my hand on the hidden scanner above the frame and heard the familiar 'click' just before the door slid open. I rolled my neck, hearing several cracks as the tension released. I walked inside, flicking on the light switch, the room instantly being lit by a dark, bluish light. It helped to sooth me. The familiar color bathed me in its glow as I undid the clasp of my cloak.

I looked at my cloak with quiet loathing. It wasnt my favorite dark blue, but Black with a large orange S on the back, the mark of Slade. I had requested to keep my original, but that had only resulted in being taught not to question Slade. Underneath the cloak wasnt so bad. I wore a black jumpsuit, cover with black tinted steel armor. The problem was, though it provides plenty of protection, it didnt exactly... blend in.

I didnt question Slade, for at the time, I had been weary of him. I still am, at times. Though he has been very patient and kind, most of the time, he still had his moments when his voice went cold, he stood in a threatening way, and his ice blue eye promised pain to those who dares to stand in his way.

I sat onto my queen sized, black shrouded bed and sighed in content. Finally, I could relax. And Tomorrow, tomorrow was the day I showed myself to the world.

I wonder who will try to stop me, I thought to myself as I lay back into the soft, comforting feeling of sleep. Eh, probably no one of interest, I finished before finally drifting off into a deep sleep.