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For two days he had been missing from the radar. Where could Robin the Boy Wonder have gone?

He had just been minding his own business during the middle of the night when he heard a commotion in an alley. There was a shout from what sounded like a boy and then the voice of an older male. Deciding to be noble—or as noble as he allowed himself to be—he went to investigate.

A yellow belt had been tossed several feet away, clattering to the alley floor after hitting a wall. A drunk man was hovering over a black-haired teen, who was pressed against the filthy concrete on his knees and arms. He sported a nasty gash on the back of his head on his parietal lobe, which the man noticed. He chuckled.
"Looks like the little boy hurt his head. Maybe I'll be generous and force you into unconsciousness before I violate you, hahaha!"
The boy growled, his masked eyes clenched tightly shut. 'Dammit, this guy is going to rape me! Just great; like I need even more problems!'
The boy suddenly cried out in immense pain as the man dug his sharp-nailed thumb into the gash, making it bleed even more.
"Keep on screaming, slut; no one is going to hear you," the man said with a laugh. The boy's eyes opened once the man suddenly stopped laughing. There was a pause. "What the hell you want-?"
The boy suddenly fell onto his face as the man was thrown back several feet away from him. He rolled over and scooted back when he saw an armor-clad man approach the drunken one.
"I may not be such a nice guy myself, but stooping to your level is not my style." The boy jumped in fright when he heard a quick gunshot. The drunk man screamed for a few seconds before another bullet was fired right into his forehead. The teen gulped when the man lay motionless, obviously dead. His eyes widened when the armor-clad man turned around to look at him. He quickly backed into the alley wall, his body shaking in fear, thinking he would shoot him next. Not to mention that two-toned mask scared the shit out of him. While walking towards him, the man grabbed his belt from the ground. He stopped in front of the teen and dropped it at his feet. "Really now, Robin. How do you manage to almost get raped by someone like him, hm?"
The boy stuttered as he tried to speak. "Wh-What did you call me?"
A small look of surprise quickly appeared and then vanished in the man's only visible eye. "I called you by your name."
The boy swallowed. "M-My name is Robin?"
He suddenly hissed in pain. Moving his head away from the wall, he clenched his eyes shut. He gingerly touched the gash on his head. The man quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Robin, do you know what today is?"
The boy growled in pain. "N-No."
"Do you know what year it is?"
"No."
"Do you even know who our President is?"
Robin whimpered in pain. "N-No, I-I don't."
The man sighed. "Robin, since it's obvious you have lost your memory, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Slade."
Robin lowered his hand and then looked at him. "I…I-I know you?" Slade nodded. "H-How?"
Robin growled in pain again.
"I will tell you more after I take care of your injuries," Slade said, noticing that he had his hand on the back of his head again. "Can you walk?"
"I-I think so…"
Placing his hands against the wall, Robin slowly pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He stepped, but immediately started to fall. Slade caught him in his arms.
"Obviously not."
"My head hurts," Robin blurted out.
"Yes, I can see that," Slade said, carefully picking him up in his arms. "I will take care of it."
Robin groaned in pain as they headed out of the alley. Ten minutes later and Slade stopped in front of a hotel room door. It was a large building with at least five floors. Robin's eyes were wide as he stared at it.
"You live here?"
Holding Robin on his leg with one arm wrapped around him, Slade unlocked and opened the door. He stepped through, revealing a large room with added kitchen and balcony. There was one bed, a few chairs, and even a couch.
"I actually own this one," Slade said, shutting the door behind him. Walking past the couch, he went through the kitchen and then to another door. Opening it, a staircase was revealed leading upward. Slade went up them and entered an infirmary. Going to a medical bed, he set Robin down in a sitting position. "You might need stitches."
Robin nodded, quickly regretting it. He yelped in pain. Slade walked off to get his medical supplies. Once he returned, he began to ask him questions as he took out a needle, thread, and cloth. He was carefully wiping off as much of the moist blood as he could—most was already dry and caked into Robin's hair.
"Do you know where you are?"
Robin hissed in pain when Slade pushed on a tender spot.
"I-I guess California. At least from a sign I read."
Being as precise and careful as possible, Slade took out a pair of scissors and started to trim away the blood-caked hair that surrounded the wound.
"You're in Jump City to be exact. Do you remember how and when you got injured?"
Robin thought for a moment. "I think t-two days ago. I vaguely remember h-hitting my head and then blacking out. When I c-came around, I didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there."
After wiping up some more blood, Slade put the thread through the needle and then tied it. He now stood behind Robin, pushing his head forward slightly to get the wound into the light a bit more.
"I warn you, this will hurt."
"O-Okay."
Slade pushed the needle through his tender skin and then began to thread through the wound to keep it together. Robin whimpered, the pain going through his neck and shoulders. The villain shook his head. He was surprised he hadn't died of a concussion.
"Did you ever fall asleep during the last two days?" Slade asked, halfway done.
Robin hissed in pain. "N-No, I m-managed to k-keep myself awake. I've just had a h-horrible h-headache. I-I didn't know where th-the hospital was, s-so I just laid low and hid from sight." A small scream fell from Robin's throat as his head sheered in pain. "A-Ah, that hurts!"
Robin gritted his teeth, his headache getting even worse.
"Just calm down," Slade said, pulling the needle through one last time. With the scissors, he cut the end of the thread after tying it. Setting the needle and scissors down, he pulled out sterile white bandaging and started to unravel it. He then started to wrap it around Robin's head. "Have you've eaten the last two days?"
"N-No," Robin said. "I am hungry and thirsty though."
Once his head had been securely wrapped, Slade put everything back in his box. "I will get you some food and water and then I want you to take some medication to stop your head from hurting," he explained, shutting the box with a loud snap. "Then you are going to get some rest." Slade walked off to put the box back in the cabinet on the wall. Robin took a deep breath. Slade soon returned. "Want me to carry you again?"
Robin hesitantly stood up and tested out his legs. He managed to keep his balance. "I think I can manage. But I might need help with the stairs."
Nodding, Slade walked past him and headed out. Robin followed, albeit carefully. They slowly went down and entered the kitchen. Robin pulled out the chair from the table and sat down.
"We'll start with fluids before putting you on solid food," Slade said, opening the refrigerator. He pulled out a plastic cup with orange Jell-O inside, and then grabbed a spoon from the dish drainer next to the sink. He handed it to Robin. "Orange is all I have."
"Fine by me," Robin said, taking the cup and spoon. He pulled back the lid. "Thanks."
Slade sat down in another chair and watched him take a small spoonful. "After you rest, I will take you home."
Robin looked up at him, the spoon stuck in his mouth. He pulled it out slowly. "Home? Where's that exactly?"
"Just on the bay." Robin continued to eat his Jell-O. "Let me help jog your memory. Your name is Robin and you're the leader of a group of teens known as the Teen Titans. Your friends are Raven, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Starfire. Raven is half demon, Cyborg is a cyborg, as the name suggests, Beast Boy can change into any animal, alive or extinct, and Starfire is an alien princess. You stop crime daily and have saved the world twice. And I used to be your most hated enemy."
Robin paused his eating to look at him. "Used to?"
"I have not been around for almost a year now," Slade said. "I don't think of you and your team as a threat when I have done nothing since Raven defeated her father, Trigon."
"Oh." Robin took his last bite of Jell-O and then set the spoon down. "So from what you've told me, I am some kind of hero and you used to be a villain?"
"You are a hero, yes," Slade replied. "However, I am still a villain. I prefer mercenary however, but since it's you, I will stick with the title of a villain for now."
"Okay."
Slade stood up, grabbed Robin's cup and spoon, and went to the sink. "Now it is time for some rest." He put the spoon in the sink. Slade turned to face Robin, who stood up. "I will sedate you and make sure you don't sleep on your wound. Follow me." Nodding, Robin followed Slade into the living room. They stopped at a double mattress on the floor. "You will need to lie on your stomach."
Robin crawled up onto the mattress and laid down, turning his head sideways. Taking out a liquid-filled syringe, Slade pushed the needle into his neck, pushing the sedative in. Robin's eyes instantly drooped and then closed. Within ten seconds he was fast asleep, looking peaceful. Inhaling deeply in annoyance and slight exhaustion, Slade sat down on the couch and watched the hero to make sure he didn't move. The next seven hours were going to be a nightmare.

Once Robin was rested and fed, he and Slade left the hotel, heading towards the docks. Slade pointed things out as they passed them. "You and your team go eat pizza there almost every Friday." Luckily it was late at night, so no one would see the villain walking around, looking all buddy-buddy with the Titan leader. "You rent your movies from there; Beast Boy buys his comics at that store; Starfire loves going to the mall. I don't know why…" They soon reached the secret tunnel up to the island in the middle of the bay. "And that is your home, Titans Tower."
Robin gazed at the T-shaped building in awe. He couldn't wait to see the inside. He suddenly flinched when Slade reached into his belt.
"What are you doing?"
Slade pulled out the yellow communicator and pushed a button on the side. "You can have that back."
He dropped it in Robin's hands, who fumbled for it. He gripped it tightly and let out a sigh of relief when the water started to shift. His breath catching, he watched as a metal slab appeared out of the water's surface. Slade started inside. Robin jogged to keep up. They went down the long tunnel in silence, the slab falling back down slowly. Two minutes later and they reached the end where an elevator sat. Slade typed in the unlocking code and then pushed the up arrow button. The door slid open and he stepped on. Nervous, Robin stepped in and almost jumped when the door closed with a creak. The elevator jerked suddenly, making him grab the metal rail on the edge. They soon reached the main hall of the tower. They entered, the elevator door closing. Robin examined the large room with interest for a moment before looking at Slade.
"I really live here?" he asked, like a little kid.
Slade rolled his eye, heading for the large double doors. "Yes, you live here. Now come on." Nodding slowly as not to hurt his head, Robin followed Slade into the hallway. They walked down to Raven's room. Slade knocked and then stepped away, leaving Robin in front of the door. He glanced at him. "Her name is Raven."
Nodding, Robin turned back to the door right as it slid open. Raven stood behind it, her eyes red and tired-looking. Once she saw it was Robin, they widened.
"Robin, where have you been?"
Robin stepped back, looking nervous. "Um…around."
Raven glared at him. "We looked everywhere for you. And then your communicator had gotten separated from you and-what happened to your head?"
Robin touched the bump behind the bandages gently. "I hit it on something. And, uh, I lost my memory."
"If you forgot your memory, then how did you know to come here?"
"Slade brought me here."
"What?!"
Right then, Slade gently pushed Robin aside to stand in his place. Raven's eyes widened. "I found Robin. He doesn't remember anything."
Raven glanced between the two of them. "You helped him?" she asked, disbelieving.
"I may be a villain, but I do have some morals," Slade said. "I saved him from getting raped by a drunk man. I cleaned his wound, wrapped it up, and had him sleep for seven hours since he hadn't slept for two days. I have returned him so that he can help regain his memory here. To put your mind at ease, I don't plan on staying."
Robin looked at him. "I thought you were going to keep helping me."
Slade looked at him. "I have other business elsewhere. The Titans will take it from here."
Without so much as a good night or good-bye, Slade turned and walked back down the hall. The double doors slid shut behind him. Robin sighed. Raven made sure the man was gone before stepping out of her room.
"I'll take you to your room. You look dreadful." Raven walked past him and went down the hall to the first door. Robin stepped up beside her. The door slid open. He stepped in and looked around. His room was plain with a desk, closet, dresser, and queen-sized bed. "Remember this room?"
"No, I don't," Robin replied. He looked at Raven and smiled. "Slade told me your name is Raven. So, good night, Raven."
"Uh…yeah, night."
Robin walked in, the door sliding shut behind him. He explored the room briefly, hoping to have some recollection of his life. Nothing came to him. Yawning, he went over to the bed and pulled the clean covers back. He removed his boots and clothing, not liking the colors any longer. After his white boxers remained, Robin got into bed and tried to sleep.

The next morning, Raven explained to the other Titans about Robin's condition.
"I was able to heal the wound on his head earlier, but he will need help getting his memory back," she said, after retelling them about Slade bringing Robin home. "So today we are going to show him around the tower. We'll each, one at a time, show him our rooms so that each one of us can explain a little about each other. Then, hopefully, Robin will remember and we can have our leader back."
Starfire flew up to Robin, looking pleased. "Robin, I am your friend Starfire," she said with a smile. "Every night we sit on the roof and watch the sunset. Let me show you my room!" Robin's eyes widened when Starfire grabbed his arm and practically flew into the hallway. They reached her room quickly, the door sliding open. Touching down, Starfire pulled Robin inside. "Sometimes you and I do the talking when you are feeling down and sad. I cheer you up with hugs and laughs."
Robin smiled. "I'm vaguely remembering your cheerfulness."
"Joyous friend!"
Starfire hugged Robin tightly, turning his face blue.
"I…can't…b-breathe…"
After the hugging ended, Starfire placed him down, grabbed his hand, and dragged him from her room. They returned to the main room.
"Robin has remembered that I am cheerful!"
"Does he remember that kiss in Tokyo?" Beast Boy piped up.
Robin's eyes widened. "K-Kiss?"
"Oh yeah," Cyborg said. "It rained then. It had been about time too."
Robin blushed but said nothing. It was Beast Boy's turn to grab his arm and drag him towards the double doors.
"Alright; my room next!"
They entered the messy room. Robin had a good feeling he remembered this. "Don't you have a tiny toy monkey that claps cymbals together?"
Beast Boy laughed. "Dude, you remember that? I still have it too. I don't know where it is though." Beast Boy turned to his bunk bed. "After Terra betrayed us, you sat with me on the top bunk and we talked for a few hours. You helped cheer me up."
"Terra?" Robin asked, kind of remembering a girl with that name.
Beast Boy turned to him. "Yeah, she was our friend but then Slade manipulated her, like he did to you."
Robin scratched the top of his head. "Is that why Slade said we're enemies?"
Beast Boy nodded. "Yeah, you became obsessed with him for a while. Then he blackmailed you by putting us in danger and you were his apprentice. But we saved you of course."
"Oh, I see," Robin said. "So you hate him I take it."
"You do too," Beast Boy said. An awkward silence filled the teen's room. "Anyway, wanna hear a joke?"
"Sure."
"Why did the aardvark cross the road?"
"To beat up the idiot telling jokes about him?"
Beast Boy grinned. "See, that was a test! You remember that. Which is either a good thing or a bad thing, now that I think about it."
Robin chuckled. "I won't repeat it."
"Cool! Now let's go back to the others."
Beast Boy walked past Robin, heading for his door. The teen rubbed the back of his head as he followed him. After the Titans finished reminding him of his past with them, he was going to find Slade. There was something he needed to talk to him about…

"Can you remember what we order for pizza?" Raven asked as the Titans sat on the roof of the pizza place.
"I remember arguing, but that's about it," Robin said.
"Blame Cyborg and Beast Boy."
"Hey!" they shouted in unison.
"Oh right, I remember," Robin said. "They argue on pizza toppings. Beast Boy is a vegan and Cyborg is all about the meat." The Titans were glad that their leader was getting better at remembering their routine. They ordered their pizzas and ate dinner. Robin was waiting for the rest of them to finish eating to talk to them about an important matter. "You don't mind if I go see Slade, do you?"
The Titans gave him perplexed looks.
"What do you want to see him for?" Cyborg asked.
"Well, you told me your side of the story of when I was his apprentice and I wanted to know his side," Robin said. "If you don't want me to go, I won't mind."
"I suppose it would only be fair-"
"Thanks Rae!" Robin said, standing. "I'll see you guys back at the tower later then."
"Just be home before eleven," Cyborg said. "I lock down the tower at eleven-thirty."
Robin headed for the door into the eating area of the pizza place. "Okay, I will. See you guys later."
Turning towards the door, he walked through and left, heading for Slade's hotel. He hoped the man was still there. Robin didn't feel like knowing his side of the story. It had just been an excuse to get away from his friends. Ten minutes later and he knocked on the hotel room door on the third floor. Robin waited a few seconds before the door was pulled open and he saw Slade behind it.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something," Robin said. "It's something I can't talk to the Titans about."
Curious to know what this something was, Slade held the door open. "Just make it fast." Nodding, Robin entered the room and went over to the couch. He sat down as Slade stood in front of the table with his arms folded over his chest. "I'm listening."
Robin swallowed, feeling nervous. "Erm…Beast Boy said earlier that I hate you. I was wondering why. I mean, I don't think I hate you. Do I?"
Slade was quiet for a few seconds. "Yes, countless times you have said you hated me for the whole apprentice deal. Why don't you think you hate me?"
Robin felt very nervous. He wasn't sure if he could openly say this. "I just…I don't feel hate towards you. A-And for some reason I…I couldn't stop-" Robin was now blushing. He suddenly blurted something totally irrelevant out. "Am I gay?"
A strange silence filled the room. Slade and Robin stared intently at each other for a long time without a word.
"You think you're gay?" Slade asked a few minutes later.
Robin blushed a deep red. "Well think about it! I wear traffic light colors for God's sakes! And when I look at you I-!" Robin stopped.
"…Robin?"
"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly. "I don't know what to think. Every time your name was mentioned today I…I couldn't stop-"
Robin sighed furiously at himself. Why couldn't he just say it?
"You couldn't stop doing what?" Slade asked, kind of guessing the answer already. Robin hit his forehead with the front of his fists. He then remained motionless. He mumbled something. "Speak up; I can't hear you."
Robin jumped up and glared at him, his face beat red. "I couldn't stop picturing you naked, okay!" Slade didn't know whether to laugh at this or not. "…Aren't you going to say anything?"
Slade cleared his throat. "Naked, hm?" Robin nodded, his mind filling with dread. "Mind explaining how you picture me as?"
If Robin knew it would come to this, he wouldn't have come over. He started for the door. "N-No! I gotta go! I-!"
Slade slammed Robin into the door, his hand resting by his head. The teen looked up at him, sweating. "Enlighten me…with detail."
Robin gulped. It took him a few seconds to compose his thoughts. "H-Hard rock abs, arms like an ox, and a really big-" Robin placed his hands to his mouth. "I'm not going to go there," he muttered behind them.
Slade moved away from him then. "If that is all, you may go now."
Slade turned around and headed for the stairs. Robin couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked. He gulped.
"Did I forget to mention that while I slept here, I dreamed about you and me-" Slade stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He slowly turned around. Robin rubbed the back of his head as he stared at the floor. "I-It almost felt real too. You were very dominating and you were able to hit all the good places and it just felt so amazing and all day I felt like I wanted it all day and…" Robin paused, lowering his arm. "Right now I wish you were dominating me like in my dream. I picture you holding or tying me down and just taking me and-" Robin looked up at Slade. "If that's not gay, then I don't know what is."
Silence filled the room briefly. Robin didn't know it, but Slade was smirking.
"My dear Robin, if you think you're fooling anyone, you are sadly mistaken."
"Huh?"
Facing him fully, Slade slowly approached him. "You can stop pretending your memory is still gone."
Robin stepped back the closer he got. "Wh-What are you talking about?" he asked, nervous.
Slade chuckled. "Oh I know about your plan, dear boy." Robin backed into the door. "Too bad it has backfired."
Robin laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Slade stopped inches from him, his arms folded over his chest. "Robin, I am a criminal. Did you think confessing a fake dream would stop me from attacking Jump City?"
Robin's mouth fell open. "W-Wait! You knew?"
"I am not stupid, Robin," Slade said. "You have, in fact, had all of your memories ever since Raven healed your head. You came up with this plan and continued to pretend you couldn't remember anything in case I was watching your every move. It has failed miserably."
Robin snorted. "You knew the plan the whole time."
Slade chuckled, unfolding his arms. "Yes, Robin. However, your hard work won't be going to waste."
"What are you talking about?" Robin asked, his eyes narrowed.
His eyes suddenly widened when Slade placed his hand against the door beside his head.
"I am very willing to make your dream come true."
Robin turned considerably pale. His plan did backfire pretty badly. "I'm not really gay. That was just part of the plan."
"Like I said, your hard work isn't going to waste." Slade moved his hand to Robin's neck. The teen backed up as far as he could. Pressing his thumb against his Adam's apple, Slade felt his quickened heart beat. "You want to be tied down, don't you, Robin?"
The hero gulped, not liking the sudden purr in Slade's voice. "N-No, I-I don't," he stuttered.
Leaning towards his ear, Slade purred quietly, "I think you do." Robin shivered as he trailed a hand down his side to rest at his hip. His breathing became irregular. "I can tie you down on the bed, naked, and give you what you want. Just say the word and I will give it to you."
Placing his hands on his shoulders, Robin tried to push him off. "S-Slade, stop-"
Slade suddenly grabbed his shoulders and threw him up against the door. He got the wind knocked out of him. Before he knew it, Robin was thrown onto the two mattresses with his arms above his head. He felt Slade's warm breath on his neck and ear.
"Don't worry, Robin. I'll be gentle."
Robin's heart was racing. "No, Slade, don't-! I'm not-!"
Pulling out black cloth from his belt, Slade tied Robin's wrists together, keeping them behind his head. He then pulled his tunic over his head, pushing it towards his tied wrists. Looking at his body closely, he traced a few bruises and scars along his torso. Robin shivered.
"Over-straining your body again, are we?" Slade asked, trailing a seductive gloved hand down his chest and stomach. "You're not Superman you know."
"Slade, this isn't funny anymore!"
Slade placed his hand to his mouth to shut him up. "I am being very serious, Robin. If you prefer not being fully tied down, then be quiet." Slade slowly moved his hand away. Robin didn't say anything. "Good boy." Closing his eyes, Robin tried to steady his breathing. His body flinched when Slade touched a ticklish spot on his sides. He then heard and felt his belt unclicking and falling from his waist. He gritted his teeth when he felt Slade's fingers slide under the waistline of his green spandex. As he pulled them down, he chuckled. "You must really admire the Bat to wear his insignia-covered boxers."
"Shut up," Robin spat out, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to talk.
"One more remark like that out of you and I will tie you down. And I won't be using ropes." Robin remained silent. "Well, well." Robin lifted his head slightly to look at him. "Hard already? I can only assume you're still a virgin." Robin blushed, putting his head back down. "I guess it will be mine for the taking, hm?"
Robin swallowed hard. "I-If I wanted to keep it, what else could I give you?" he asked cautiously.
Slade chuckled lightly. "Would you prefer I took your virginity or your free will? And you know what I am referring to."
Well this fucking sucked. Robin hated both options. "Neither of course. Just let me go. You've had your fun."
"But the fun hasn't even started yet," Slade said with a cruel smirk. "Believe me, for your first time you will want it done right. I know from experience how to hit all the right places and to make you writhe and beg for more. You can't get that from an amateur. Now I would rather avoid being a rapist, so give me your consent and I will give you the time of your life. What's it going to be?"
Robin was between a rock and a hard place. He didn't want to be fucked but he didn't want Slade to be a rapist either. What was he supposed to do? "Okay, I give you my consent," Robin said reluctantly. "Just…Just be careful."
"I will warn you now that it will hurt," Slade said.
"Y-Yeah, I know," Robin said. "Just be careful enough that I can still walk out of here."
Slade chuckled as he gripped his boxers. "Believe me, by the time I'm done, you won't want to walk out of here at all."
Robin lifted his head fast and asked angrily, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He tilted his head back, gasping, as Slade yanked his boxers off his waist and down to his knees with his pants. Slade chuckled.
"It looks like a good size for your age."
"Can you not compare my penis to everyone else's please? Ah!" Slade had run his finger over the tip of his slightly erect penis. "Please don't touch it."
"And why not?" Slade asked. "Afraid you'll become hard as a rock?"
"No!" Robin glared at him. "Raven and Cyborg are waiting a few yards away in the T-car and I would rather not keep them waiting. Because if they decide to come in here and they see me like this, I will have failed as their leader. Now, please, fuck me already so that I can go." Robin's eyes widened. Had he really said that? The realization suddenly hit him. "You did that on purpose!"
Slade chuckled as he went for his belt. "You're the one stalling me. Now stop talking." After setting his belt aside, Slade undid his Kevlar pants and pushed them off his hips. His growing erection came free from its confinement. "To make this easier, I'm afraid I will have to use saliva seeing as I have nothing else lubricant handy on me." Robin's night was suddenly becoming worse. After pulling his pants and boxers to his ankles, Slade lifted his mask to reveal only his mouth. He stuck two fingers inside and coated them with his own saliva. After putting his mask back over his mouth, he pushed Robin's left leg out to the side. "Hold still."
Using his free hand to spread Robin's ass cheeks apart, Slade slowly pushed his pointer finger inside, making him gasp. Robin's legs quivered as he stuck the second finger in and began moving them around. He gasped louder as he spread them apart to open him up. Once his inner walls were coated enough, Slade pulled his fingers free, grabbed the base of his dick, and slowly pushed it through. Robin growled in pain when his muscles tightened around the thick, intruding mass. After swallowing, he panted out hot air. Holding his legs up with both hands, Slade stood on his knees and moved his hips forward slowly, entering him halfway. He tensed, feeling the pulsing organ against his muscles. Robin felt tears threatening to break through, it was so painful.
"S-Slade, you…you have t-to take it out. You're too…b-big."
"Just relax," Slade said. "If you tense up, it will hurt even more. Relax. That's a good boy."
Robin was panting as he tried to remain calm and count backwards from ten. He took a deep breath, the pain subsiding just a bit. He hoped it would be all over soon.
Meanwhile, Cyborg checked the clock on the T-car before looking at Raven. "He's been in there for over fifteen minutes. Should we see if Rob's okay?"
"You know Robin. He likes to drag things out sometimes."
"If you say so."
Back in the hotel…
"Ah! Ah, hah, hah! Oh god more! Give me more!"
With a final, hard thrust, Slade came, making Robin cry out his name. He slumped his arched back against the mattress, breathing heavily. Sweat was dripping down his face.
Once Slade regained most of his breath, he asked, "Didn't I tell y-you that you'll want your first t-time done right? And you were begging for more, weren't you?"
Robin took a sharp breath to speak. "Sh-Shut…up…"
"You enjoyed it though, didn't you?" Slade asked.
Robin hated to admit, but he had never felt such pleasure as he did during that time. "Y-Yes…"
"Well, then whenever you need to feel joy like that again, you know all the places you can find me," Slade said as he pulled out slow and carefully. He stood up, making himself decent. "We really should do this again sometime."
Robin took a deep breath. "Yeah, okay, now can you help me up, please." Placing his belt back around his waist, Slade walked over to the head of his bed and untied Robin's wrists. He slowly pulled him into a sitting position. He gritted his teeth in pain as his shirt was pulled over his head. "Ow."
Slade helped Robin to his feet, pulling his boxers up in the process. "It seems you'll need a good excuse for the pain you'll be feeling for the next two to three days," he said, handing Robin his belt. "You can always tell them your ass was royally kicked."
Snorting in annoyance, Robin pulled his pants up and then placed his belt back around his waist. "Very funny." Turning around, Robin headed for the door. He yelped when Slade gave him an encouraging slap in the ass. "That hurts."
"Good night, Robin," Slade said with a smirk behind his mask. "And say hello to your team for me. I won't be attacking anywhere for a while so you can put your mind at ease. I'll be right here."
Glancing at him over his shoulder, Robin snorted. "Yeah, yeah, good night."
Robin slammed the door shut behind him. He descended the stairs clumsily and then headed across the lawn. Slade stepped out onto his balcony and watched the bird walk towards the T-car on the other side of the street. He chuckled when he saw that he was walking funny.
"We will see each other again; you can count on it."
Slade turned and went back inside. Meanwhile, Robin reached the T-car. He pushed his hair back before opening the door and getting in. Raven and Cyborg turned in their seats to see him.
"How'd it go? Did the plan work?"
Robin fake smirked at them. "Sort of. Let's just say I got my ass royally kicked before I could tell him the truth."
The friends grinned.
"But he isn't going to attack Jump, right?" Raven asked.
"Not for a long time," Robin said. "Now can we get home? My butt hurts."
"Haha, yeah okay."
Raven and Cyborg turned back around. The T-car pulled out of the parking lot, strolled to the end of the lot, and then drove out, heading home for Titans Tower.
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