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Summary: Fanon Au. Being 18 years old and in a secret relationship with his art teacher Adrian while living with his homophobic grandfather should be problematic enough for Robin. Yet when his grandfathers former protege learns of his relationship he demands to be paid for his silence...
Smut, dub con and blackmail
What do you do when you learn that you had a daughter who decided that she couldn't live in a village where she always would be the bastard child of a soldier and therefore joined a traveling circus, got herself pregnant and than killed, leaving her father to look after the grandson?
In case of his old friend it was to take care of the poor child. Wintergreen had enjoyed to care for his own sons, Grant and Joseph, the experience helped him and the boy started to trust his grandfather. Right now they were having dinner in the kitchen and he, Slade, watched as his former superior retold some old stories, modified for a child.
He was carefully keeping some distance, not to avoid the boy, but to give some space to form a real relationship. As far as Richard, or as he liked to called Robin, was concerned, Slade's role was to provide for their little family out of respect for his former teacher and nothing more. The loose of his own sons still cut to deep, fathers just shouldn't outlive their children. Listening to the honest laughter he allowed himself a small smile, watching the happy family was like resting near a fire, soothing in it's simple warmth but he knew better than to get close. Catching his butler eyes he gave the man a short nod to went to his rooms.
His gym was invaded by a child.
Of all the things he might have expected to see st 5am in his gym, a laughing child practicing acrobatic exercises wasn't one of them.
He had known that his parents had been acrobats yes, but somehow the thought that he would have to share his gym hadn't crossed his mind.
Robin froze as he noticed him on the platform, giving the boy a reassuring nod, admittedly the child hadn't asked permission yet he wasn't angry just a little surprised, he started to do some small warm-up exercises.
The boy watched him for a little time before he was deemed boring and continued with his own exercises. Really the child had talent, not just hard learned skill from daily training, but natural talent and he seemed to really enjoy doing his training, on a whim he decided to mimic him and climbed up the ladder.
The boy looked at him with a hint of confusion, "What are you doing here?"
"I train here", he answered neutrally, yet the boy looked at him as if he was insane.
"You?", his blue eyes looked over his form, " don't you rather lift weights or something?", he asked in a semi-polite tone.
"You don't think I'm able to do you?" , amusement entered his voice, people with his body built weren't expected to be acrobatic, a mistake many of his opponents had made and it had cost them their life's.
"Try to keep up", challenged Robin with a smug smile and he restarted his exercise routine. Much to the child surprise he manged the basics. Not to be beaten he raised the difficulty to a point where Slade had to admit. Delighted by his victory the smile formed into a smirk, " nice try you elephant", mocked Robin slightly.
"Why don't you try to keep up with my exercises?", challenged the older male, his pride could only take so much, as he started with his push-ups. Accepting the challenge the child started to mimic him. It didn't take long for the child to grow tired and he had to admit defeat.
"Tomorrow I will win ", promised the child with small smile and Slade chuckled at his conviction.
"Maybe when you are bigger kiddo", he answered lightly, he couldn't really be angry at the pride the child had for his own skills and being able to admit move on from a lost battle wasn't something everybody could.
Satisfied with the response Robin left to gym for breakfast.
Time skip 10 years
It hadn't been that difficult for the younger man to figure out that his lack of interest in his female friends and embarrassingly long glances at other men meant. Yet his own grandfather turned out to be a homophobic bastard. However this didn't change his sexuality or the thrill he got from his forbidden relationships.
Making out with his art teacher was forbidden on so many levels, he loved it. The 18 year-old, very much aware of what they very doing and willing, moaned into the other man's mouth as skilled hands roamed over his body. There body's were pressed together on the small back-sit of the other man's car. Adrian was far too afraid of the questions if somebody where to see him with his student and Robin couldn't invite the other to his home because of his grandfather, leaving the young couple only with the car, parked in a secluded spot, to explore each other.
Slade didn't look forward to get home. He was driving along a rarely used road and allowed his mind to wander.
The problem wasn't that the younger man was attracted to him.
For them to train together had become routine. They didn't talk or even acknowledge each other, they just trained together, taking comfort in the presence of another person there. So when Robins gaze started to focus on him too often for it to be coincidence it he got somewhat curious. Making eye contact had only made the other blush and look away, which did very little to hide the grown bulge between his legs. Barely suppressing a smirk or remark he had decided to take the attraction as a compliment and continued his training. It had been almost flattering as Robin had grown into a very desirable young man with full lips, soft facial features, beautiful blue eyes and had shoulder-long hair.
The problem was that the younger man didn't do anything about it. Every morning the beautiful body would move in the most enticing manner during their training and leave him alone to deal with the consequences.
He was tempted to just bent the younger man over, certain he would enjoy it, but the risk of Robin running to his grandfather was too great. Wintergreen was still very important to him, he wouldn't ruin this for a quick fuck.
The sight of another car snapped him out of his thoughts, or to be more specific the sight of the object of his desires making out with another man.
He drove just a little further, still being able to see the car with the mirror in his car and waited with a smirk on his lips to catch his prey...