Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans… STILL… and it's been a YEAR! I'm disappointed with myself…

A/N: READ THIS! Firstly: you HAVE to read the last A/N after this or I will hex you… and WARNING: in the beginning there is mentions regarding a minor in sexual situations with adults… It is needed for the plot as it will explain the OOC-ness of Robin, though...

And, yes, this is (naturally) slash, so stay away if you don't like it…

What is this? A chaptered story? But I'm on 'writing-vacation' after the Peace Contract? Yes… but you will find out more after you have read this, kay?

It's a new one, though, unconnected to anything else… NOT a sequel… sorry… -grin-


Innocent games 1: Gray

Robin found out early that people liked his body. He didn't blame them.

Growing up in the circus he was always surrounded with a lot of people. His extended circus family always watched 'their' children closely, but during the busy hour before the opening, or the hectic intersection, there were less sharp eyes on the outlook for trouble. Robin loved those times.

He had been training since he was practically in diapers, and at around five he had joined his parents for parts of the performance that were safe enough for him. It still impressed the crowd, though, and Robin soon found himself surrounded after a show, being asked questions and signing autographs, though he could barely write at that age. Not that there were any large hordes of fans or anything, but many wanted to see the marvellous boy who dared to fly through the air like that. Some reporters even stopped by from time to time and did interviews. This was fun, but Robin soon discovered that there were more in this for him, if he chose too.

As the very observant boy that he was, he soon picked out some people who often seemed to watch him in a special way. They usually stood a bit apart from the little gathering of people surrounding him, and Robin could feel their eyes on his body.

He was very proud of his colourful uniform with the short shorts and the "R" on his breast, and it seemed these people liked it too. They were always men, Robin noted, and in the beginning that surprised him. As he quietly and carefully tried to find out more, though, he heard, in whispers and rumours, that there were men that liked boys. This intrigued this particularly boy to no end, and he decided that he wanted to meet one of these men. So he did.

Robin started to approach the different men, soon finding out that acting completely innocent and oblivious was the best way, as it didn't scare them away. The boy felt completely safe, knowing that a shout from him would have someone there in an instant. He usually begun by showing the men around the circus if they were 'new', and they all pretended to be very interested, and asked a lot of questions. Often enough they then wanted to go someplace quiet to "talk". Robin obliged. What happened then was different from time to time… There was usually some hesitant touching and fondling, some men wanted to play games like "I dare you" and "show me yours and I'll show you mine". This was a lot of fun. The best thing, though, was the candy. These men always had some for him, and not the cheap kind the circus sold, no, these were brand name candies. Sometimes there was even a few coins slipped to him, but Robin preferred the sweets, as he didn't want to explain to his parents where he had gotten the money. They were proud people and would think that some citizen had given their son money as a charity, thinking he was poor. No, Robin didn't want to explain anything to his parents, because he knew what he was doing was wrong… or at least very naughty… but he was so very curious! One time he had been sitting on a man's lap and moved around until the man gasped and there was a wet patch on the front of his trousers. He had gotten a lot of candy after that. The men's thingys were always hard as well, and Robin was fascinated with that too. As Robin got bolder, so did the men, and the boy soon learned how to make really interesting things happen by touching the man's thingys with his hands. He never did more than that, though… some men indicated that they wanted him to lick their thingys as well, but Robin told them outright that that was icky. He didn't kiss the men either. Kissing, he was sure, what was girls probably were for. He wasn't inclined to try, though.

There were a total of maybe ten men that visited the circus regularly. Robin didn't think they knew about each other, and never told anyone of the little games he liked to play with them. Because Robin liked to be touched as well. He even had started to get hard like them, but he couldn't make any of the white stuff yet. He was too young, one of the men had explained, and Robin pouted. He adored his playmates, though, simply because they adored him. It made the boy feel very special to know that he was desired by so many. But then, one day when he was eight, his world collapsed as his parents died.

He came to live with Bruce Wayne, and after a while he started missing his 'friends'. After approaching Mr. Wayne, very subtly by simply sitting in his lap and wriggle around for a bit, he soon discovered that this man wasn't interesting in playing with him like that. Somehow Robin was relieved by that, because he wanted Wayne to be a parent-figure and nothing else. He felt cut off from everything though, but that soon changed too.

When he discovered the millionaire's secret identity, a whole new world of opportunities opened up to him. He was careful in the beginning, and he wholeheartedly enjoyed helping people, but he couldn't deny the rush he felt when he saw himself in the paper, or people approached him after a mission… but not 'him' really… them… Robin was a side-kick, and though he got a lot of attention it wasn't, somehow, enough. He had been born with a craving for the spotlight, the circus and being a performer was in his blood. He started to sneak away on his own, and soon his former activities had been reinstated. Dressing in second hand, scruffy clothes, and letting his hair hang into his eyes, he wasn't recognised as either Robin or Dick Grayson, he became a third personality, and, when asked, he gave only the name "Gray". He quickly learned that the streets of Gotham were nowhere as safe as his former home, though. Only his agility and martial arts skills saved him from being raped. Even so he came home crying one night after being forced to give a man a blowjob. His first. Not the last, though, because Robin found that if it wasn't forced he kinda liked it. Besides, it let him slip away afterwards if he found that his company was a bit too harsh for his taste.

It wasn't to last, though. As a teenager he started to realize how incredibly lucky he had been and how dangerous his activities really was. He had seen enough murder- and rape-victims by then as well. Still he wanted to be seen, however. It was a craving that just didn't go away, but he also wanted to leave Gotham. He got more and more frustrated, and his teenage hormones did nothing to help… after a rather nasty argument with Bruce, he finally left.

He drifted a bit before he found Jump City. He liked the light and colourful town, it's wonderful climate and the just above average crime rate, that would keep him interested but, hopefully, not killed. He had planned to make a name for himself here, but before he could really get started he ran into the others…

He was now the leader of his own team, and that was something he was proud off, but it also meant sharing the spotlight again. Robin was very careful, making sure he never appeared to crave that place, and that the credit went to the team as a whole. He worked hard at making them better and tougher, and making sure Jump was as safe as in could ask for… but he could only do this because he lived a secret life.

It was so much easier here… partly because he had provided the headquarters, and with that, his own little escape route. It was located in his closet and consisted of an elevator down to a secret garage. There he had a shower, civilian clothes and an unregistered motorcycle that looked beat up and old, but in reality were just as powerful as his R-cycle. A tunnel took him far from the Tower, and its opening was very well hidden inside an abandoned garage.

However safer this place was compared to Gotham, it wasn't a quiet little village by any means, and Robin had had no wish to simply hit the streets. He felt he deserved more, better, and he had found the perfect place; Club Legal. It had taken him some time to track down this establishment, because it was rather cleverly hidden. The front room looked like a bar, and hundreds of people visited here every week, not knowing what went on behind the façade. It was one of the more popular hang-outs in Jump and even more popular was the nightclub in the back, jokingly called 'Barely', that was kept somewhat secret and only the VIP's had access to. From there, however, one could, if one was rich, influential or just 'in', and lucky enough to get a recommendation, enter another world. Because behind the hidden nightclub lay 'Not'. To call the place a brothel doesn't really make it justice. Sure there was prostitutes working there, but there were also prostitutes among the customers… it could be a lucrative business after all… Nick, the owner of all these establishments, called 'Not' an entertainment centre. You could go here to simply watch beautiful bodies of the dancers and the serving staff, do some business, or relax. If you were so inclined you could rent a room for an hour or a night, indulge in a little bit of fantasy with one or several of the working courtesans. What wasn't allowed was any trouble, and the visitors were expected to keep to the rules or get banned. No one wanted to get banned from 'Not'.

Robin entered by punching in a personal code by the armoured back door, and was met by Nick.

"Hi Gray, glad to see you. Missed you last night."

"Sorry, something came up." Robin grinned. He and Nick had an agreement. Robin would work Wednesday to Saturday, but was free not to show up if he couldn't. He had a city to protect after all, although Nick, naturally, didn't know that. To Nick, Robin was a the club's most sought after performer, and divas had the rights to be unpredictable… besides he only worked for tips and Nick was raking it in on the nights that he was in the house. He wasn't a prostitute, even if Nick sometimes thought the boy could make a fortune that way, he was a dancer. He could have the whole room in awe, straight or gay, woman or man, and they almost had to mop the floor afterwards for all the drool… and other things… He was versatile and liked the pole as well as the cages, but, as the star, Robin always decided what he wanted to do.

"Have you decided who to perform as tonight?" Nick asked "I will inform your fans that you are here."

Robin thought through his own personal closet. There were a lot of outfits in there, from the ever popular a-little-too-tight- schoolboy uniform to leather and feathers.

"I think I'll go for the exotic tonight… I'll start with the pole and if it's free I would like the floor cage later?"

Nick grinned at the boy who always sounded so polite despite knowing his worth.

"I'll make sure it is."

"Good. I'll just change… give me ten?"

"Sure… and, I think I saw you biggest fan out there… maybe you should give him a lap dance tonight?"

Robin laughed.
"You know I'm worth more as an untouchable…" he winked. "But… I just might…"

Nick gave him the thumbs up and left. Robin grinned to himself and shook his head. He rather liked his boss. The man had never made a pass at him, and, as far as he knew, not on any of the female workers either. Maybe he was desensitised from working in a place like this for so long, Robin figured, as he slipped into an outfit made mostly of silk. It looked very much like a harem outfit with silk, rather sheer, trousers, in this case with long slits up the legs, and a matching small vest. It covered him up well enough, carefully made so it would show of only what Robin wanted, but moved very nicely and clung to his body. Thin golden chains hung from the fabric and caressed him, glittering and jingling like small bells when he moved. He loved performing at the pole with this on. His audience loved it as well. He took a look in the mirror, his usually spiked hair now hang softly in front of his sparkling blue eyes. He needed no more disguise than that. No one would recognize the prim and proper Dick Grayson with his slicked back hair, or the masked, spiky haired hero Robin. All they would see was Gray.

The last thing he added was an arm-link that was actually a miniature electronic device hooked up to his communicator and the Tower's alarm systems. It would vibrate if any alarms were activated and he needed to leave. He might like to indulge himself, but not if it meant abandoning his duty to the city.

As he entered the stage the lights dimmed and a slow, sultry tune started to play. There were applauds and hoots as a spotlight hit him and he started to move. As the music quickened, so did his movements. It wasn't simply pole-dancing, it was lovemaking to an inanimate object. Everyone in the crowed wished that he, or she, could switch places with the metal rod.

Nick nodded to himself and took a look around the room, trying to judge how the night would progress by the identity of the customers. Gray's first performance of the night was always a solo. Usually all the poles and cages were filled and the crowd gathered to whatever dancer they might fancy, but soon after Gray had started working, Nick found that the other dancers simply didn't have an audience when this boy performed. His agility and strength let him move in ways that even Nick had ever dreamed off, and the skill in itself was simply captivating. Adding the sensuality to the mix made this act top notch. The boy managed to practically drip sexuality while keeping the appearance of innocence, like he had no idea how his body affected the people watching. Nick wondered if the fact that his body wasn't for sale helped. The 'see but not touch' part, made certain people go almost mad with desire, and the large sums of money he had been offered for Gray on several occations spoke for itself. The matter of becoming a courtesan was always a deal made between Nick and his employee, though, were certain rules were set regarding what type of sexual activity they could consider participating in, from simple blowjobs or hand jobs to the more extreme games like bondage, power play and group sex. Nick needed his workers to feel safe, and they had the right to turn customers down, they should just do it politely. Robin was one of the youngest who were working the club, at least Nick thought he was. He hadn't asked about the boy's age, but guessed that he was around fifteen. There were several boys and girls from sixteen to eighteen and then men and women up to the age of their early thirties. They worked as waiters, bartenders, guards, dancers, courtesans or a combination of the occupations. Nick's job was to make sure that his staff wasn't hurt, unless they liked that, and that his customers were as happy as they could be… it was rather easy in a place like this.

Robin was making his rounds after the performance, getting his ass fondled more than once, but he always managed to slip away with a coy smile and a wink. He had considered at least giving some blow jobs, he had missed that a bit since he came here, but the spotlight, the dancing and the panting crowd were enough to satisfy his need for attention so far. Robin made his way over to the bar, were his usual cold bottle of water were waiting for him. He greeted the regulars and welcomed a few newcomers that were introduced to him. He loved this place. The mix of people were intriguing, from the men and women who ruled Jump during the day, to the once that ruled it during the night. It was easy to spot some of Jump's criminals, even in civilian outfits, but Robin never took advantage of his knowledge… well… almost never… one or two 'clues' to solving a crime had come from here, but only if Robin felt the crime really mattered., that is, if people had been hurt in any way. He had been delighted to spot two of his own personal favourites among the guests though, Red X and Slade. Red X was a few years older than him, but no more than eighteen, with delightfully messy dyed hair, right now black and red, and laughing green eyes. Robin hadn't been sure who the slightly familiar young man was, before he introduced himself as Red. It had made Robin want to laugh at his cockiness, and especially as the older teen mentioned that red and gray looked good together.

Slade was another matter. He was easy enough to spot, with a body like a Greek god and the black eye patch, but he wasn't as easy to get close to. Robin wasn't sure he should, either. He admitted that he was drawn to the man, but Slade was intelligent and observant enough to actually see through the disguise, and if he did…

When he first saw the man, Robin had asked Nick about him. Nick had told him that Slade, who didn't hide who he was either, although in his case there was little point, was a regular. That had surprised Robin since the man only recently had appeared in Jump, but Nick informed him that Slade travelled a lot and always stopped by when he was in town. Obviously something had made him stay longer this time… When Robin had asked about the man's preference, Nick had shrugged. He didn't know. He usually sat by himself or with a business associate, and seemed to watch the performance with an equal amount of detachment. Nick thought that he came simply to relax in a 'safe' environment, enjoy a good brandy and just watch people. He sure as hell didn't dance.

Nick called Slade Robin's 'biggest fan' simply because the man always sat so there was a clear line of vision to wherever Robin preformed. He also let his gray eye linger on the slender frame longer than usual, and from that man, that was a sign of appreciation as sure as drooling by the stage, making cat calls and slipping Robin one dollar bills… To each his own.

The performance part of the evening was drawing to an end and the dance floor was opened to the public, as the music picked up. Robin spotted Red across the room and winked at him as he slowly made it over to the cage in the middle of the floor. There were several raised into the ceiling as well, and, if he was feeling like it, Robin sometimes danced in those too. It annoyed his fans, however, because in those cages, they couldn't touch him. They could in this cage, however. It was a narrow one, but Robin had the freedom to move away slightly to avoid the hands that were a little too eager. There were rules about only touching on top of the clothes, and, naturally, it wasn't allowed to take anything off.

As soon as Robin entered the cage, locking it behind him for security, arms encircled him from behind, through the bars.

"Hey sexy, glad to see me?"
"Always, Red… Would you let me work, though?" Robin grinned.

"Sure, kid… use the cuffs tonight, that's so hot…" the thief suggested and unwillingly let Robin slip out of his grip. He knew the boy couldn't play favourites, but it bugged him… he wouldn't mind having the little exotic beauty all to himself. Maybe teach him a thing or two…

"As you wish, sir." Robin said submissively and batted his eyelashes at him. Robin liked the cuffs too. They were attached to the top of the cage and, even though they were fake, as he could easily slip out of them, it made it seem like Robin was completely defenceless. It made him feel that way too, and Robin loved that feeling. He knew for sure that he hated really being vulnerable, but this was a little fantasy of his own he liked to indulge in. There was a hiss among the crowd as Robin lifted his arms and let his hands slip through the metal hoops. This was, even though he enjoyed it, a rare treat. Robin believed firmly in leaving his fans wanting.

A/N: and so do I… -grin-

Actually, for once, I'm not doing it to be evil, because this story will NOT continue, UNLESS I get some help… I have no idea where to go from here, you see… usually I let an idea like this rest until I have a story to go with it, but since I have decided to take a bit of a writing break, this might be the 'lazy' writing I need…

So I want you to help out… the scene is set, and you have both Robin, Red and Slade to play with here… what paring/parings would you like to see? Should one or both of them find out who Robin is? Who? How? What might that lead to? Should it be light, dark, fluffy (have no real interest in going really dark this time, but I don't mind a bit of a scare…like a non-con/con thingy…).

Soo…. you don't have to give me the whole storyline (unless you actually come up with one), but I would like to get suggestions like "I would like Robin to make Slade dance the samba" or "I would like to see Robin feeding Red and Slade strawberries in a hayloft" (I have no idea how I would get that done, but there you go…). I KNOW you got an idea or two from this, don't be shy and share them…

About Robin and Red:
Though Robin seems to be a bit full of himself, he IS a nice guy… but he is decisively more… gray… ;o)

Red isn't the Red from my Red/Robin stories, but I just can't write him as anything else but a happy-go-lucky guy, so he will be very much like that Red… on the other hand, in the drabble "Happy new Year?" Red was definitely bad, but still had that kind of flippant attitude, so if you want him to be the bad guy, go ahead and suggest it…

Soo… Have no idea what this might lead to, I believe it will be a PWP-story, but I need one right now… It will probably be just a few chapters, but that's all up to you… hey, it might only be THIS one, who knows…?