So...I kinda stole Wynja's title, 'Delightful Drabbles' (AMAZINGNESS, GO READ) so welcome to the wonderful oneshots...
This drabble is for the Queen of Sladin herself, Mama Duck (username Wynja) who wanted a Sladin mistletoe moment. This is my humble Christmas gift to the writer who has brought me amazing reading material! Hope you enjoy :)
"Friends! We must surely celebrate this day of niceness!"
Robin winced as Starfire's booming voice carried to his room, and sighed. He'd just put his suit on, and was ready for a day of video games with Cy and BB, obviously with the occasional alarm in between. Well...hopefully occasional anyway. Now Starfire wanted to celebrate something, and no matter how hard he tried, Robin could never convince her not to cook traditional meals or decorate the tower with whatever junk she found in her room or the basement. He just hoped she wasn't trying to celebrate Christmas early or something.
Just as he was about to leave the room and join his friends in trying desperately to convince her not to celebrate whatever she wanted to celebrate, Robin caught sight of a news clipping on his wall. The same news clipping that was in the evidence room, the living room and the trophy room.
Slade Surrenders!
Every time, the headline made him cringe. Sure, it was alliterative and catchy, but surrendering was so...not Slade, that it wasn't even funny. He hadn't exactly surrendered. More... he decided to only work for the government as a bounty hunter. He kept his mask, because it had become internationally feared, as a symbol of his lethalness. Robin still didn't know any more about him.
But he was on the right side now. It was like he was almost repenting from his villain days. He never bothered the Titans anymore...and Robin kind of missed it. It sounded kind of stupid...but Slade had always said it was about him. That he was special. Slade had made him feel wanted, as a father figure, a mentor, and something...more.
It was probably just the teenage hormones reacting to Slade's seductive purr and killer body (no pun intended), but every time Robin even thought of the one-eyed assassin, a shiver would go down his spine.
And not always the unpleasant kind.
Shaking his head, Robin exited his room and walked to the main room, where Starfire was busy cooking with a huge smile on her face in the kitchen corner, Cy and BB were playing Robot Mega Mash III energetically, and Raven was meditating by the window, hovering above the ground facing towards the ocean and Jump City.
"So...Starfire," Robin began awkwardly. "What're you celebrating?"
"The glorious day of the Naarshbonguls!" she cried joyfully, hovering in the air as she whizzed around the kitchen.
"Riiight. Um, happy Noorshbangle day..." he tried to empathize with her, make her happy, in case she felt alienated, but the ever-happy alien merely scolded him for getting the name wrong and shooed him away.
Shrugging, Robin went to play with his fellow teammates, and the three of them mashed their robots, respectively coloured blue, green and red, for a couple of hours. They tried not to pull strange faces at the ominous smells coming from Starfire's general direction, and focused on the game.
Suddenly the whole room flashed red while the alarm went off. Cyborg instantly paused the game, Raven stopped meditating and they all gathered as Starfire turned all the cooking appliances off.
"Ugh, Control Freak down at the computer store again. Teen Titans, Go!" Robin cried, and the five of them were off, Robin on the R-cycle, BB and Starfire in the sky, and Raven and Cyborg in the T-Car.
They pulled up to the computer store in no time as CF was zapping the DVD players and computers to life. Laptops munched their way across the floor but Starfire wiped them out with a few starbolts. Cyborg used his Sonic Canon on the huge 52" TV that was trying to zap a shop assistant, and Robin flipped his way across the store, using his sharp bird-a-rangs to slice through cardboard-cut-outs of actors and game characters which were surrounding elephant form Beast Boy.
The huge glass baubles that had been used to decorate the store smashed as CF's 'minions' whizzed around attacking the Titans, and Raven used her dark magic to stop the shards hitting her teammates and the citizens who couldn't get out of the shop quick enough. Every now and then, Robin got caught up in tinsel and huffed as a perfectly aimed kick sent him sprawling, shimmering silver plastic wound around his ankle.
Finally though, a few minutes later found Control Freak on the floor with a rhino foot preventing him from moving, and Robin smirked.
"Looks like you just got zapped,"
Then the police arrived with their ridiculous white gas masks and suits, and locked him in the back of their van, driving him away while the titans cleared up the mess, apologizing for the wrecked hardware and DVDs.
Once the job was done, they returned to the tower, Cy and BB cheering over the free games they got for saving the store. Starfire flew back over to the kitchen, and then a gasp was heard.
"Oh no! My Naarshbongul meal!" she cried, clearly devastated.
The other Titans tentatively crept forwards, and peered into the pots. The food was clearly rock solid, seeming to have set in the time they had been out fighting Control Freak.
"I must make it again! Do not worry, friends, I will be back soon with the ingredients!"
Robin winced, images of wrecked supermarkets and empty mustard shelves and the fridge stacked with mints and broccoli whizzing in his brilliant brain.
"Uh, Star? Maybe I should go with you...I mean...to help...look for Marshbunkle food..." Raven smirked at Robin's subtlety.
"Yes! That would be glorious! The last time I went shopping I received very odd looks from other customers...your shops certainly are strange!"
"Er...yeah...right..." Robin chose not to continue that train of thought, and suggested they leave now, while Cy and BB played their new games and Raven went to her room to read or go into her mind. Robin quickly changed into civilian clothes, telling Starfire to do the same, hoping they wouldn't be too conspicuous...
Robin sighed as he and Starfire wandered the streets of Jump. It was a week until Christmas and it seemed the whole population of the city had congregated into the shopping streets to find Christmas presents. Luckily, he and the team had done their shopping last week, when it hadn't been quite as busy. Well, the newspaper stand was, due to the amount of people gawking over the headline 'SLADE SLAUGHTERS STORNOWAY', the latter being the tyrant mayor of a nearby city.
He sighed again. Too much thinking about Slade. Too much glancing around every now and then, to see if he could spot a two-tone mask or a bo-staff peeking out from the skyscrapers.
"Please, Robin, why does everyone appear to be selling dead birds?"
"It's traditional at Christmas, Star," the Boy Wonder explained patiently, trying not to wince at the 'bird' comment. He was always 'Slade's little bird'.
Goddamnit, Robin, you are pathetic, he told himself as they wandered around buying various ingredients for Starfire's Tamaranean dish. She was flitting round excitedly, her eyes shining as she stared at the mince pies and Christmas crackers on sale, and Robin was too busy watching her, in case she caused an accident, that he didn't spot the 6'4 man standing in the middle of the aisle until he'd walked right into him.
"Oh! I'm sorry," Robin smiled apologetically, and the man, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses akin to his own, smiled hesitantly back.
"No matter," he said gruffly, in a voice that made Robin's spine tingle pleasantly. In fact, it sounded a lot like Slade...
"Robin, may we buy these- oh! You are standing beneath the mistletoe!" startled, Robin glanced up and saw that yes, indeed, there was a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above him and the tall, mysterious stranger with the young face but white hair. He glanced back at the man, and realised he was looking straight at the teen thoughtfully. "Please, is it not tradition for you to do the kissing beneath the mistletoe at Christmas?"
"I – erm – Star, I don't think-"
"But you are the gay, are you not? You enjoy kissing men?"
Robin ran a hand through his gelled hair. "Well yes, but not...strangers..." he said in a strangled voice, and was about to step away and apologize profusely to the ruggedly handsome man, when said man took his wrist. Not too hard, but hard enough to keep him in place. He stared in surprise at the man, who leaned down and whispered huskily in his ear,
"But we're not strangers, are we Robin?"
Robin's eyes widened as he stared in shock at Slade, for it was undoubtedly the mercenary, but he didn't get time to react as, deftly, the man took off the teen's sunglasses, stared into his bright blue eyes and pressed his lips hungrily against his. Robin made an undignified noise which could have been described as a squeak as his lips were ravished, claimed, and his legs seemed to turn to jelly as his whole body felt like it was on fire.
Man, he needed more of this.
As Slade wrapped an arm round his waist, he ran his hands through his thick, white hair, pulling himself up, dragging himself deeper into this electrifying kiss. Their tongues found each other in the heat of the moment, and Robin let out a groan as Slade pulled his legs up around his waist. Robin had never felt so happy or turned on in his life, as when he was practically making out with Slade in the middle of a store.
Making out. Slade. In the middle of a store.
Somehow, this realisation got through to his thick skull and with a faint 'meep!', Robin managed to struggled out of his grip, thankful that Slade was too surprised to stop him. Gasping for air, Robin stared at Slade, who had an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips.
"Well," he purred, the smirk widening. "I see my little bird likes to play,"
So would my cock, Robin thought irritably, but shoved that perverted side of his mind to the side (for now) and tried to form a comprehensible sentence, just as a cheer was heard behind him.
"Well that was truly joyous!" Starfire beamed, and Robin groaned, before suddenly catching sight of his sunglasses on the floor. He dived for them but Slade kicked them out of the way, then grabbed Robin effortlessly and hoisted him over his shoulder, smirking back at the floating alien girl behind them.
"He'll be back before dinner," he grinned. "I need to...talk...to him first,"
Robin shuddered pleasantly as to what 'talking' could entail, and didn't argue, morals be damned...he was about to get lucky.
I realise the title is very bad...
I hope this is okay, Wynja...?
*mutters* took me ages to upload. Couldn't work out how fanfiction works xD