It was a simple but ingenious plan, really.
Slade was a tactical genius-- anyone who'd fought against him knew that right off. This certain plan wasn't aimed towards battle in particular, however. Not this time. It was to take what was his. Months ago, he'd skillfully picked through the Titan leader's weaknesses and had succeeded in gaining the boy's affections. Through all of his insisting that he so hated Slade, through all of his harsh battles with him, Robin came to know and understand what it was that drove that man and what he'd been through. He'd seen the man behind the mask-- literally and figuratively. It shouldn't have mattered and it shouldn't have stopped him from trying to throw him in prison for all his crimes, and yet, it did. It was something he couldn't explain, but it was something that had made him furious for weeks-- months even.
When he had finally accepted it after his long, brooding stage... after all that denial, he felt awkward. Yet, the Titans never suspected a thing. Now, after all this time, Slade was done playing 'steal Robin from under their noses'. The one way to permenantly make sure the boy was going to stay his was to break him away from his little friends. Everything was going to be precise, every little detail purposeful.
And today was the day to put that simple but ingenious plan in action.
It was broad daylight-- exactly noon, the busiest and liveliest part of day, namely at the Titan's Tower. Today, the teen heroes were hunting leads on notorious villains, trying to prevent any needless climactic battles with them. Robin assumed natural position at his workbench within his evidence room, scanning over newspaper clippings and other sources of information. Most of the Titans were in the control room, helping one another at the computer. Raven was the only other absent from the room; she was, infact, in her own room in deep meditation.
With the Titans so distracted with their own agendas, it made it incredibly easy (as if it weren't already) for Slade to infiltrate the tower undetected. Slipping through the hallways in utter silence, he halted before Robin's work room. It was a pity the room didn't have windows, but either way, the boy hadn't heard him when he entered. Infact, he was hunched over the workbench, back to the door, staring attentively at the clippings and articles scattered over the surface. Footsteps as silent as before, the man stepped behind Robin, quietly alerting the boy of his presence with a simple greeting: "Hello Robin."
In brief surprise, the Titan whirled around to face Slade, obviously not expecting him. One would have figured he'd be used to this sort of thing by now, but then again, Slade was rather unpredictable. "What are you doing here?" he inquired quickly, staring up at the man.
"What else would I be doing here?" Slade countered, closing in on the boy; one didn't need to see behind the mask to tell he was smirking.
"Now's a really bad time-- they could walk in any minute," Robin insisted, finding himself stuck between his bench and Slade, no visible way out.
Precisely, the man thought. Grasping Robin's chin, he drew him a bit closer, leaning over boy. It forced the boy's arm to stretch up over Slade's neck, as if to keep his balance, the other grasping the edge of the bench. "Really, Robin... you shouldn't be so paranoid," Slade responded coolly, a faint chuckle parting from behind the mask.
It was at the moment that Robin started to ease, the metallic doors slid open, a mixture of "Dude!"s and gasps emanating from what both Robin and Slade knew were the Titans...
Slade had been anticipating it... but Robin had dreaded it, knowing he was already in a hole too deep to crawl out of.