Title: Buttons
Rating: T
Warnings: Red's dirty mind. Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
Summary: Red X likes pushing Robin's buttons.
Notes: Just silly teen hormones at work.
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"Red X!" Robin shouted as he bounded across the rooftop. "You're not getting away this time!"
What he got in response was a light laugh, heavily vocoded. "That's quite likely, Wonder Boy, about as likely as you not saying those stupid lines anymore." The thief turned around and let his feet skid to a stop. Robin stopped a few feet away. "Let's see you try and get me."
Robin bristled at the taunt. And he hated being called Boy Wonder. Or Wonder Boy. "Do you try to push my buttons?"
"Yes," and Red X shrugged. "But I'm running out of different buttons to push. So I've gotta try out some new ones."
"What?"
Then Red X is right there and Robin feels the weight of a few digits trailing along his utility belt. His breath is caught in his throat.
"Push." A birdarang flies off into the distance. Robin thinks his sanity is not too far behind it.
"Push." His grappling hook narrowly avoids Red X and wraps itself around a nearby pole.
"Push." The mechanism in his belt clicks, and the rope for his hook is starting to retract. He finds himself pressed up tightly against the thief. Beads of sweat prickle at his neckline.
"Well look at this," Red X drawls, extenuating each syllable. Robin can just see the smirk forming the face behind the skull mask. "I've run out of buttons. There's only one left."
"Oh?" Robin wonders why he said that, out of all things.
When he realizes where Red's hand has gone, he doesn't wonder anymore.
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