"Master Bruce? What is the problem?"
"Not now, Alfred, Dick needs medical attention, now!"
"Oh dear, what has happened this time?"
"Joker. Poor boy. I never should have left him alone."
"Master, you had no idea-."
"Yes, Alfred, I did. I knew the risk and I let him go in anyway. Now look what's happened!"
"Very well, we must get him to the medical ward."
"Well? Can you help?"
"I am overjoyed to say that he will survive. It will require much stitching and at least two blood transfusions, but he should spring back up with very minimal damage to his lower abdomen."
"This is it, Alfred. It was much to close. I can't risk Dick's life like this again. It's over."
"Robin!"
Robin sat up in bed covered in sweat and…something else. He glanced down, feeling the rough, cold sheets rubbing against his chapped legs and sighed, his black hair falling thickly in his face. A hand lifted to his face to rub tired eyes through the blank domino mask. "Yea?"
"Cyborg has prepared the breakfast consisting of pancakes and processed Earth meat. Will you be joining us for such a delicious feast?" Starfire's cheerful voice asked through the thick steel door.
"Uh, sure, Star. Let me just get ready." Robin sighed. He waited until he was absolutely sure she was gone before rolling out of bed and inspecting the large damp stain that spread over his sheets like a world map. He inspected his pants and let out another irritated sigh when he realized that he hadn't put on a night diaper before going to bed. Wonderful. Just one more thing he'd have to sneak past the others. Oh well, nothing he could do now. The young hero covered the large stain back up with his sheets for good measure before dragging himself into the bathroom and shutting the door. He stripped out of his wet clothes and then let his soaked and leaking pull-up hit the floor with a heavy slap. He stepped out of it and dropped it into the trash can he kept under the sink along with his pack of pull-ups. Grabbing a fresh one, he set it on the counter and stepped into the shower to clean the tight, rashy urine from his legs and groin. Once he felt that it was all gone, he got to work showering the rest of his body and washing his hair. The last thing he did was go through the careful process of shaving his genitals and legs until they were baby smooth. It made cleaning easier and rashes less frequent. With that done, he stood in the tub and dried himself off. He remained standing in the safety of the tub until his pull-up had been tugged up, snugly hugging his hips. Then he stepped out and got dressed.
"Robin! We have prepared for you a plate!" Starfire beamed, floating over the second his presence in the room was noticed. He smiled and thanked her before taking a seat at the island and hungrily digging into his food. During breakfast he smiled calmly and carried on conversation with everyone, even complimenting Cyborg on his great pancake making skills before politely excusing himself. He returned to his room and for the millionth time in his life, gone through the humiliating and degrading process of sitting down on the toilet and waiting. Like a potty training toddler. Just waiting for his bowels to empty because God knows he had no decision over when that happened. But he still preferred it to happen in a toilet and not his pull-up. It usually took anywhere from five minutes to an hour, so he had started bringing handheld games or books with him. Luckily, it only took him ten minutes or so and he was able to return to the others much sooner than usual.
"Anything yet, Cyborg?" He asked as he took his seat at the computer.
"Nah, nothing. Just relax a bit, Robin. If there's a crime, we'll know." Cyborg said.
Robin sighed. Of course. He knew that. He got up and retreated into the training rooms to get a little target practice in.
"Robin!"
What now? Robin sighed and lowered his birdarang to find Beast Boy at the door. "Yea? What is it?"
"Trouble downtown. We gotta go!" Beast Boy said urgently.
"You guys go ahead I need to take care of something first." Robin told him. Before Beast Boy could even ask what, the leader had run past him and into the elevator, disappearing from view. He could feel his pulse quicken as he urged the elevator to go faster. Finally, this was what he'd been waiting for. Training was fine, but it never made up for the real thing. Now if only he could get to his room before the fight ended. The elevator opened and he rushed to his bedroom, making sure his door was locked before going into his bathroom. Shoes were kicked off and tights were yanked down. His soaked pull-up was removed. He reached under the sink and pulled out a pack of baby wipes and a new pull-up, rushing to clean himself up before tugging up the new one. He got dressed again and after making sure the garment wasn't noticeable, he threw everything back under the sink and raced to the garage.
"Robin? Are you coming?" Cyborg's voice came urgently from his communicator. The boy wonder hopped onto his bike and started it up, racing towards the city.
"On my way, Cy. What's the news?" Robin replied, weaving through traffic towards the pier.
"Looks like Slade's back to his old tricks again. There's at least fifty of them!" Cyborg exclaimed.
"Okay, hold on. I'll be right there!" Robin said. He sped up and rushed to the warehouse, parking his bike and running into the battlefield. Cyborg wasn't lying. The place was just swarming with black and orange. He let out a war cry and pulled out his staff, charging into the thick of them. He was like a machine, swift and efficient, knocking the robots down and watching as sparks blasted from their destroyed circuits. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted another flash of movement and quickly pulled his weapon out of a robot's chest before chasing after the figure. There was no way he was letting even one of these bags of bolts get away. He pursued the figure to the other side of the room and down some steps into what appeared to be a boiler room of some sort. "Stop!" He ordered roughly, springing up and kicking the robot down. In the darkness of the boiler room, he couldn't see a thing but when the figure started to fight back, even with such an impact, Robin knew something was wrong.
"I was wondering when you'd get here, Robin." A deep, monotonous voice stated and Robin immediately knew that this was no robot. He sprung away from him and got in a fighting stance.
"Slade." He hissed.
"When I only saw your friends I was worried that you wouldn't be coming." Slade replied casually. "You had me thinking that you were tired of our little games."
"I'm not here to play around. You're going straight to jail." Robin snarled.
"Hm, yes, well I suppose you're obligated to say that." Slade sighed. "Well alright, let's begin."
Giving his signature cry, Robin charged forward and took the offense on Slade in a flurry of punches and strategically placed kicks. His frustration boiled inside of him as Slade blocked every shot at him and seized his arm, shoving him onto the floor. He pulled out several sharp knives and whipped them at his young opponent, who was still recovering from the impact. He managed to dodge them last minute, letting out a painful hiss as one grazed his thigh and the other his hip. Blood dripped from the tears in his tights. He paid them no mind as he tried again with another flying kick. Slade grabbed hold of his ankle and like some sort of hostile figure skating routine, swung him forward before sending him flying to the hard, concrete floor. A loud rip sent him off and as he sat up, he found his tights practically in tatters. Scraps were hanging off, revealing large patches of blood coated skin. Panting and struggling to ignore the pain he was beginning to feel, Robin pulled a birdarang from his belt and flung it at Slade, but he merely deflected it as he walked towards the young boy with what looked like a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Robin glared at him through his mask and attacked but every attempt was blocked and brushed off as if he were nothing more than an irritating fly.
And then suddenly he was being forced onto the ground by the exponentially larger man that was now on top of him. Robin's eyes widened in immense surprise and he turned his head, feeling Slade's hot breath on his neck. "Get off!" He ordered, squirming. The man didn't reply, trailing a hand down to Robin's belt. The boy wonder gasped and his writhing increased hundredfold. "What…what are you doing?" He cried out. The man's hand slowly removed his belt and slipped under the waistband of his tights. Time slowed down as he felt the stretchy material slip down to thighs and his breath quickened. He was terrified. His eyes squeezed shut and his lip wobbled.
"Look what I found." Slade murmured, snapping the waistband of his pull-up.