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The Incident	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5161 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: Yo. I know. It’s been a while. But, semester’s over. It’s all good. Now that this little rough spot is out of the way, I think the story should run a bit smoother.
Nice little surprise in this chapter. Might be what you were expecting, might not. But I am thoroughly pleased with myself. Reviews are love.
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Robin did exactly what he thought he was going to do when he got home.
He cursed.
He threw things.
He snapped at his teammates and yelled at every teenager-y thing he came in contact with.
Now he was settled down and fuming. His bed was missing sheets, yet again. He didn’t even bother to get them out of the washer, or dry them. Starfire had been polite enough to do so for him. He’d bitten her head off. But she seemed to be so oblivious and deeply in her homemaker mode, she didn’t even notice.
The sheets remained in a chair by the window where he had dumped them after Starfire left. Robin was unhappy. He was damned unhappy. This was a normal occurrence he was quite used to. He knew life wasn’t always great. He could handle being unhappy.
But he absolutely, could not stand to be confused.
That was something he and Batman had in common that he didn’t mind sharing. Frankly, someone who was confused all the time didn’t tend to live very long in the crime fighting business. And had an even tougher time getting along in everyday life.
The second encounter had his almost formed solution all thrown out of whack. He had been approaching the thought that, whatever was going on with him and his hormones, was COMPLETELY Slade’s fault. Robin just needed to figure out what the supervillain was doing to make these things happen to his body.
Now, he was being forced to consider that maybe, just maybe, Slade had nothing directly to do with this. That was also something his brain didn’t know how to handle. Something causing him discomfort, and Slade not having any part of it.
“ What an asshole. I bet he’s not having anything to do with it on purpose, just to spite me. “
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More than a week and a half later, Robin was still feeling the effects of his frustration. His dreams were getting worse. His hormones seemed to have completely turned on him. They did not seem to care that much that he did not want to be attracted to Slade. Nor did he want the other male a flushed, panting mess under him for any extended period of time.
And, if it should come up, the situation did happen, it would be for an extended period of time.
Just in case anyone would care to ask.
To make matters worse, there seemed to be little to no criminal activity that he could vent his frustrations on. Sure, there was still crime. But not the nitty-gritty beat-up-the-bad-guy types of crimes that he might need to depend on to help him through puberty.
Angry teenagers love to hit things, you see.
It was mostly little things that could be handled with everyone else’s power. Or just a gadget or two. The most he got to do was yell out an order and run towards danger like an idiot.
It was getting downright depressing.
By Thursday, Robin was at his wit’s end. He had gone further than the conventional, or as far as conventional as his dreams could get, types of dreams and moved on to the more...interesting types. Such as dreaming more than once, or dreaming in vivid detail, and of course, lucid dreaming. Robin wasn’t sure if he should be more annoyed that he didn’t stop the dream when he could have, or when he tried, it didn’t.
He was banned from the training room for the rest of the week. The punching bag was a sack with a pile of sand under it. The weights were full of dents from being dropped and knocked into each other. Working harder and more often seemed to be more than their poor equipment could handle. Cyborg forbid him from entering until he could come up with something that would keep the Boy Wonder better occupied.
Raven had offered to try and read his dreams for him, or meditate with him. She had offered, not so nicely, if he could not think of anything else, to go back inside his head and see what the problem was once and for all. At which point, Robin vehemently refused and retreated well into the safety of his room. His snapping at teammates had ended after that conversation.
He had no desire to engage himself in any sort of...unclean fun Cyborg and Beast Boy might be indulging themselves in at the moment. He had already taken his shower that morning, and was in no hurry to take another in order to remove some ungodly organic, or inorganic, substance from his skin and hair.
Starfire. He could not bring himself to face the alien without some form of scorn showing up in his emotional front. Those dreams were partly her fault. With her damn radio and sexy music playing across his dreamscape. He had half a mind, and half the inclination, to steal into her room and break the thing into pieces.
Or feed it to Silkie. Whichever was quicker.
He had a profound dislike for any musical that was poppy, or had anything to do with love. Yet now, that profound dislike shifted to just plain hate. It wasn’t the singing that bothered him so much. It was the words that came from that body in his dreams. And the movements and gyrates that body did while the music was coming from somewhere on it. Those altogether made some delicious thoughts that Robin absolutely refused to think about while he was supposed to be on alert.
The Boy Wonder could have cried in relief when the red lights and oppressive buzzing sounded above his head. On the screen in front of him was the object of his soon to be misplaced aggression.
A big red X.
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“ Oof! “
There seemed to be a permanent grin on Robin’s face the entire time he was fighting Red X. The thief couldn’t figure it out. No matter what he said, or how many gadgets he threw, the boy was damned determined to forgo the things and beat the holy hell out of him. Truth be told, he was getting more hits off of him; creating what would be some painful reminders the next morning.
It was starting to get on his nerves. Robin seemed to have forgotten about preventing him from making off with the prize at hand. A pure silver data disc with onyx stones lining what would be the black parts of the silicon object. A gift from one important company head to another in the celebration of merging. Women and jewelry and such, he was sure. Red X didn’t need to know what something pretty was for. He just needed to take it.
He had grabbed the thing. It was sitting hot in his belt as he bounded backwards from the Boy Wonder. Said superhero hadn’t made one grab for his belt yet. Perhaps it was a new tactic? “ What’s got you so focused, Robin? Haven’t made a grab for the goods yet. You’re making this easier than usual! “
The Boy Wonder paused for a second, seemingly not trusting himself to answer without considering the words. Whatever he decided, Red X observed, made him even more angry. But at least he was at the level of anger that allowed an easier time avoiding his blows.
“ Easy kid, I’m not Slade, you know. “ He knew that would get an amusing reaction no matter what. However, the reaction he got was not the one the thief was expecting. The Boy Wonder actually missed a stepped. He righted himself accordingly, but Red X did not miss the splash of red across the other boy’s features.
Oho. What’s this now? Once righting himself, the other launched into a series of quick kicks that were avoided with rapid backing up. “ Something of interest, huh? Does Boy Wonder have a crush? “
SMACK!
Alright, maybe I deserved that one...After peeling himself off the floor, the thief sat up on his knees. Robin fumed above him. “ Easy Chuckles, it’s just a joke. What would he want with you anyway? “
It was only quick rolling that saved X from the vicious swing that would have put stars before his eyes. What a raw nerve. He’s getting really pissed. I should probably piss him off a little more, then I better stop. He did already have his prize, this was just the icing on the cake. “ Well Boy Wonder, it’s been a slice. But I think it’s time for me to make my way out. I’ve got someone waiting on m-ACK! “
Rough green gloves locked around the place where his cape was stitched to his shoulders, violently jerking the thief forward. Thrown off his balance by the abrupt action, X fell forward before the other; only held up by his makeshift lapels. “ You stay away from him, you got that? He’s mine. “
X could have easily popped off a snarky comment to that, but the intensity that came from the Boy Wonder’s narrowed lenses made him think twice about it. He chose a safer route instead. “ Since when have you been so possessive of baddies? Slade’s the biggest game in town, kid. I’d be giddy to get a work offer from him, but he’s not the one waiting. Although...if he means so much to you, maybe I should steal him. “
Crack!
The world flashed before the skull mask in white and yellow spots. He could only blink at them, wonder at their coloring, then focus back on the boy before him. “ Did you just head-butt me? “ Well over his shock, and quite tired of the position, his hands raised to grab onto the clutching wrists. Electricity lit up the other boy’s face in a red glow before he was forced away with a smoking hiss. Skull lenses narrowed in his direction as Robin wrung his hands out.“ You little dick! Don’t take your sexual frustration out on me! You want him so bad, you go lay him, have awkward silences afterward and be done with it like everyone else!
The look he received in thanks for his helpful advice could only be described as scathing. “ I don’t want him! You don’t know what you’re talking about! “
Eyes that he could not see rolled towards the ceiling. “ You mean you don’t want him yet. “
“ No, I mean I don’t want him at all! “ A hiss followed. How dare you presume to tell me what I want. All I want is him locked up and away in my bedro-FUCK.
Maintaining a safe distance, but folding his arms loosely, the thief directed a black index finger at him. “ You just thought about him, didn’t you? Maybe I will investigate the Big Bad. From what I hear, he’s pretty sneaky, silent. I like the guy already! “Oh my. Is that sound I hear teeth grinding? So this is pretty serious. I believe I’m thoroughly interested in a new prize. Unseen grin spread over his features as X continued, lifting his right hand up. Smaller charges of electricity danced over his fingertips. “ I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t remain silent with all the toys I like to play with. “
THAT’S THE STRAW THAT DID IT! The flash of black armor, steel and lots of x’s his mind provided goaded Robin into wailing on the thief with near hurricane force. X was forced to restrain his wit in favor of laughing and dodging. The little guy was plenty rabid when he wanted to be. As hard as Red X was having work to remain further undamaged, his amusement tripled. “ It’s only natural you know. You’re getting older. Your body’s going through some changes that you might not understand. “ The skull-marked thief had to bend to avoid a particularly vicious uppercut for all his trouble. “ Aw. Does someone need to have the talk? “
“ Raagh! “ Teeth were actually bared in a feral snarl while the Titan leader sought to strangle the thief before him. “ Stuff it, X! “
It was little more than a graceful leap that got him out of the way of those fatal hands. “ Aren’t you saying that to the wrong person, kid? I have to admit, you’ve got to have a big one to think you can just tame someone like him. Or so the rumors say. “
“ I must have hit you harder than I thought. I just told you I don’t want him! “ Robin punctuated this fact by lunging for the other, only to land in a crouch and have X sitting comfortably on a light fixture above his head.
“ You don’t want him yet. You can’t decide right now whether you want to beat my skull in more because I’m just that damn good at making you look bad, or because I might be whisking the Big Bad you’ve been chasing right out from under you. “ Shoulders shook as he chuckled. “ Hah. Right out from under you. I kill me. “
“ If only. “ A grappling hook ingrained itself in the ceiling near the thief’s perch. X simply leaped backwards when the steel-bottomed foot came his way. “ Stand still so I can knock you flat! I decide who and what I do! “
“ Liar! You wish it was that easy! “Arms and legs spread out as Red X simply allowed himself to fall; tilting his upper body down as he did so. “ And the reason you can’t decide between those two right now, is because you don’t know what you really want. Everybody is motivated by wants. “ His arms made a grand sweeping gesture,” Right now, you’re fighting because you want to stop me from stealing. Ch’yeah, fat chance. But you don’t know if you want to stop me from stealing this pretty rock, or Slade more. And believe me, Chuckles, I know a lot about wanting things. So if you want it, or him as the case maybe, “ Open palms braced against the floor, his arms bending to distribute the weight evenly, “ then I want him more. “
“ You just try i-GULCK! “ The Boy Wonder would later curse himself for his foolishness; letting himself get so distracted to make a mistake like he did. Following after X like that, he knew better. Thus, his punishment was the still vertical thief’s heels bashing into his face. A bloody nose was a painful lesson to learn in any fight. Staggering on his feet as he was, Robin still managed to glare at the other while holding his injured face. “ He’s dangerous. I want to stop him. He’d tear you apart and never look back! “
Shifting his body, the thief playfully held up one hand to point at the Titan’s leader while keeping himself vertical with the other. “ But you do admit to wanting! “
Growling angrily, Robin resisted flailing his arms. “ Shut up! I just don’t want you to have him! “
“ Excellent! “ Red X positively crooned as he purposely leaned his body back to roll into a standing position. “ And thus I am motivated to steal! “
Realizing what was about to happen, the Boy Wonder quickly forgot about the throbbing pain in the center of his face and rushed forward. “ Don’t even think a-Ungh! “ The room passed by him in a whiz of blues and blacks. His back smacked into the south wall with minimal force. A big red X kept him plastered there, no matter how hard he glared at it, or the male who fired it.
X stood with his left arm still out, right hand made into a fist at his hip. He made a show of sighing, before bringing that right hand up to brace his forehead. “ Kid. Give it a rest. I don’t interrupt you when you’re making your bad puns and dramatics entrances, do I? Have a little professional courtesy, then. “
I wonder if he choked on those words even a little bit while he’s pointing the business end of his gloves at me. The thought amused Robin, thus he saw fit to tell X so.“ I keep hoping you’ll choke on those words while you’re gloating, but you never do. You just go on, and on and on like a CD with a deep, irritating scratch down the middle. “
The lenses of the skull mask actually narrowed in his direction. Without making a witty comment, a tiny variation of the X that held Robin to the wall pasted itself over his mouth. The Titan’s leader immediately became animated; struggling and trying to yell all kinds of violent things at the thief across the room from him. Now with his opponent immobilized and efficiently gagged, Red X lowered his arm to hang limply at his side. “ As I was saying, professional courtesy. Like me letting you know that you’re about to lose your prize. Doesn’t matter how locked his legs are, there’s very little that I can’t get into. “
Again, his traitorous mind provided various scenarios that the Boy Wonder would have rather not seen. His dream with the desk, smeared with red and a smug, synthesized voice commanding the object of his misguided hormonal affections. It enraged him, energizing his once idle struggling. Dammit, no! I don’t want him like that. And I definitely don’t want that bastard thief’s hands on him either. When I get off this wall, I’m bashing both of those skulls in! You just wait!
With his left hand lifting to give a two fingered salute, Red X braced the other hand on his belt; satisfied with the mechanical hum that signaled his departure. “ Don’t look so angry, kid. Finders keepers! “
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