A/N: Yay, I'm back! I'm on vacation now! I'll try to actually get some work done…

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Black Sheep 2: Most Wanted

Chapter One (I guess): Problems and Plans

The mood in Titans Tower was near panic.

"He's gone!?"

"He has him, he took him away! I was too far away, I…" the voice, Starfire's, broke into sobs. "I have tried calling, he does not answer…"

"I knew it. I knew he wouldn't give up… not that easily…" Raven growled.

"Yeah, he's like obsessed with him!" Beast Boy whimpered. "What do you think he's gonna do with him?"

"Probably what he has tried before… break him…" Raven said grimly, the windows of the Tower vibrating ominously.

The discussion could easily have been about Slade and Robin, but both of them were actually in the room. Robin, at the moment, was punching the wall.

"Did the wall offend you in any way?" Slade asked dryly.

"Cy is gone, and it's all my fault!" Robin snarled, denting the wall again, even though Slade had made him feel a bit foolish.

"Oh, so you abducted him? Well, just hand him over and let's go back to the bedroom…" the man continued in the same dry tone.

"Very funny! If I had been there… I should have been there, not…" Robin's voice trailed off and he blushed.

"It was your morning off, Robin, and the alarm didn't seem serious… it's not your fault." Raven said, trying to calm her leader.

"So, and I can't believe I'm asking this, but who's the bad guy? I arrived a bit too late to catch that…" Slade said, and made a show of buttoning his shirt.

"Brother Blood," Starfire said, her voice trembling with worry and anger.

"Yeah, you know him, don't you? He's a buddy of yours isn't he?" Beast Boy almost vibrated from the same emotions as Starfire, and his hand had turned to fists as he growled at Slade.

"Oh, him. The H.I.V.E? I actually had more contact with his predecessor. Remarkable woman. The school was an interesting concept, but a terrible disappointment." Slade shrugged.

"He's after Cy's technology…" Robin mumbled, trying not to glare at Slade for the 'remarkable woman' comment. "I thought the crazy bastard got enough in Steel City! I should have known he wouldn't give up …" The teen frowned and got quiet for a moment, and Slade observed how his team seemed to relax and gather around. Their leader was taking charge, making plans, doing just what they needed him to do. Slade snorted. He wished Robin could leave them to their own devices sometimes, and just watch them fumble everything up… Like this morning, apparently… if not for a laugh, then it would give the young man a better understanding about how important he really was, and he would be able to take his leadership to a new level instead of blaming himself for the others mistakes. Slade knew better than to try to say anything, though… with enough hints, Robin might, eventually, arrive at the same conclusion, but if the man pointed it out to him, the teen would deny it entirely. Slade smirked. He knew his little bird.

"All right…" Robin said after a few moments. "This is what we are going to do… Raven, call Titans East, fill them in and ask if they are able to send some back-up, they might have a few ideas... Starfire, Beast Boy, I want you out there, picking up scents and checking the city from the air. I'll try to hack into Cyborg's trackers, he still has them, right BB?"

"Yeah, since his left arm got a virus and walked off on him while he was doing repairs on it, he does… but that was before Blood came along, so he probably knows about them, huh?"

"Yes, but you never know… You already tried the communicator, right?"

The rest of the Titans nodded, miserably, as they had no luck there.

"Okay, team, let's get to work!" Robin urged them, clapping his hands, and the group split up.

Robin was deep in thought as he headed towards the evidence room, intending to use the terminal in there.

"I expect you will try to scan for his electrical signature as well?" Slade said behind him. Robin jumped.

"Oh, damn, Slade, I forgot you were there! Yes, of course I will… but I think he'll be out of reach…" he added as an afterthought. Slade, however, had focused on the first part, and snorted.

"That's nice… now, how would I remind you that I'm still here, then…?" he added with a purr in his voice.

"Don't even think about it, this is work, one of my team mates is in danger. You can either help or keep out of my way." Robin's voice left no doubt that he was being serious.

"All right. I'll go work out." Slade shrugged and turned down another hallway.

Robin blinked and looked at the man's retreating back for a moment, and then he shook his head and continued to his destination.

He entered his former favorite room in the Tower somewhat irritated. Nowadays, his bedroom had taken over as his number one spot, and the reason for that was also the reason for Robin's rising irritation.

Well, if he doesn't want to help, he doesn't… why am I even surprised?! The egocentric-

Robin shook his head again, interrupting his thoughts. He needed to focus on rescuing Cyborg before the Titan was sold as scrap metal.

Booting up the system, Robin remembered a rather awkward hour yesterday, when he had finally worked up his courage to call Alfred.

The man had not been amused. It probably didn't help things that Bruce had been in a foul mood since he got back the day before, and Robin had to listen to a long lecture on how irresponsible, selfish and immature he was.

"… and-" Alfred had concluded, "…when can I expect to be introduced to him?"

Robin's head had shot up, to find the man he considered a grandfather, more than he considered Bruce a father, actually, with a small smile on his lips.

"You… you want to meet him?"

"The man you defied Batman himself to be with? Any man worth that kind of fight must also be worth at least one chance."

Robin had smiled and kinda-sorta promised to introduce them some day.

"Before Lucifer has to wear mittens and a woolly hat?" Alfred had asked wryly, and shortly after Robin had sagged against the wall outside of the room, relieved beyond words. Slade has sauntered up to him in his I-rule-your-world-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it way, but for once, even that didn't rub Robin the wrong way, and he had instead offered the man a huge smile.

"It went well?" the man had asked.

"He wants to meet you!"

"Does that mean I have to fight him too?" Slade had asked carefully, and rolled his shoulder, which, apparently, still had ached some.

"Nah, you just have to stand up straight and use proper grammar…" Robin had grinned and slipped an arm around the man's waist, starting to pull him along the hallway. "Come… let's celebrate…"

"I thought you would have me practicing to meet this butler of yours?" Slade had smirked.

"Oh, I will. You are going to fuck me up against the wall, no slouching, and you will talk dirty to me in an articulate manner… is that understood?"

"Will there be homework too?" Slade had grinned, sounding like he looked forward to it.

Well, that had been yesterday, when his friend wasn't missing. The 'celebration' had lasted long into the night and had been picked up again in the morning, which was the reason he hadn't been where he was supposed to be, with his team. Sure, it had been his scheduled morning off, they all had them, but he usually went out on missions anyway… Robin growled, letting the keys on the keyboard feel his wrath as he typed in a furious pace.

An hour later, he finally gave up. The signals he had found were only old traces, stopping only minutes after the abduction… Brother Blood hadn't missed the trackers.

Just as Robin pushed away from the table in frustration, the door slid open.

"Still here?" Slade asked as if surprised the teen would actually put any effort into this. "I've come to tell you that the rest of the team is back."

"Really? You are a messenger-boy now, Slade?" Robin asked teasingly.

"Apparently I am. I heard whispers about 'his turn to face the beast'… I think your team knows very well how you get in these situations…" the man smirked.

"I'm not that bad." Robin snorted, while pushing past Slade and hurrying towards the common room. "Report!" he barked as soon as he entered, and ignored the chuckle from Slade behind him.

"I did not see a suspicious thing, nor a trace of our friend…" Starfire said sadly.

"I tracked them to a truck, but I lost it as it hit the main road... tried every nose I have…" Beast Boy whined.

"So they left the city? That's just great…" Robin growled. "But expected, I guess… what kind of idiot would kidnap someone and then just hang around?"

"Ouch, that hurt." Slade snorted.

"Oh, I'm sure you had your reasons to be an idiot, Slade… you usually do." Robin smirked teasingly.

"Just because I'm evil doesn't mean my feelings doesn't get hurt…" Slade said in such an obviously fake way it made the Titans actually crack a smile, despite the seriousness of the situation. They soon faced reality again, however.

"Oh, Robin, where do you think our friend is?" Starfire asked.

"If I knew, I would be on my way there…" Robin sighed. "Raven, any luck with Titans East?"

"They haven't seen even a trace of Brother Blood in months… They'll send someone though…"

"Good…" Robin said, his thoughts still racing. He reached for the mask in his belt and slipped it on absentmindedly. He had started to mostly only wear it outside lately, and he tried to tell himself that it wasn't because Slade preferred it that way. "There's not much more we can do right now, let's just get something to eat. Beast Boy? You're in charge there, but first I want you to show me where that truck disappeared." Robin had a nagging feeling there was something he had forgotten, something important, but he couldn't figure out what.

A somber hush settled over the Tower for the next few hours. The Titans kept busy working on every lead they could think of, but coming up with very little. Robin had dozens of files and maps up on the big screen in the common room, and sat on the half circular sofa, picking through them. Slade watched the whole thing from the opposite side of the couch, with a slightly bored expression on his face.

The peace was suddenly shattered by a loud whoop and the following shout of "Damn, I love flying the T-jet!"

The noise was soon discovered to come from a red blur, who jumped over the back of the couch and landed next to Robin long enough to give the startled teen a kiss on the lips.

"Hiyah, Rob, you're still not pissed at me, right?" the blur, who had turned out to be a red clad teen, grinned, before darting away out of reach, to fling himself onto the couch not far from Slade. There he leaned back, spreading his legs in a very alfa-male manner, and grinned lewdly at the still shell-shocked Robin.

"See anything you like?" he asked, "Seriously birdy, once we get old Cy back, why don't-"

Poor Speedy suddenly found it rather hard to speak, with a big hand clamping down on his windpipe.

"Believe me, boy, Robin is not impressed." Slade growled menacingly, tightening his grip.

"Let him go, Slade, we need him. Besides, he's harmless…" Robin told his lover firmly.

"Harmless? He kissed you!" Slade snarled.

"Yeah, well, Speedy would smooch a lamppost if he found it pretty, it doesn't mean anything." Robin explained, eying the archer worriedly. The teen was turning blue, and the color clashed horribly with his suit and hair.

"You really want me to let him go?" Slade asked, a smudge pleadingly.

"Yes."

"You don't want to break his nose again first?"

"…. no." Robin hesitated just a moment.

Slade let go with a sigh, having the archer coughing and spluttering, but, surprisingly, not moving away. Slade wondered if the teen was mentally challenged.

"So…" Speedy said when he got his voice back… "Slade, huh?" The teen's attention was now completely focused on the man, and damn if he didn't inch a bit closer! "That's funny, the Titans used to fight someone named Slade."

"It's not a common name, Speedy, he's the Slade," Robin said tiredly.

"Woooow! A bad guy!? Robin the goody two-shoes is actually… really?!" Speedy's eyes were very big and round behind the mask.

"Slade is not a horribly bad man…" Starfire said, making the man in question squirm.

"Oh, he looks bad…" Speedy grinned, and Robin really had an issue about how his eyes were running over Slade's body. "Sooo… since you're a bad boy…" Speedy's hand was suddenly on Slade's thigh, gliding upward by the second, "why don't you and I and Rob-"

Speedy suddenly found himself thrown half across the floor, but Slade hadn't moved an inch.

"Stay away from him or I'll garrote you with your own bowstrings!" Robin hissed, feeling like he should have thrown the teen into the wall instead.

"The poor boy was merely curious…" Slade chuckled.

"He touched you!"

"I thought you said he was harmless…?" the man smirked.

"Yeah, well, he better stop, and if I notice any curiosity from you, mister, I'll-"

Slade knew the lecture would go on much too long if he let it, so instead he pulled Robin down into his lap and kissed him. The teen moved so he was straddling the man's thighs, while barely breaking the kiss. It was childish, or perhaps a primal urge, but he needed to show Speedy who Slade belonged to.

"Damn, that's hot… they do that a lot?" Speedy grinned, picking himself up from the floor.

"All the time… I've completely lost my appetite…" Beast Boy muttered.

"No, we don't!" a slightly flushed Robin objected, having reluctantly pulled back enough to speak. "We're very private!"

"Not as much as you might think…" Beast Boy muttered again, but Raven nudged him to be quiet.

"Yeah, well… I get it… no touchy…" Speedy sighed, and his shoulders slumped like the trouble of the world rested on them. Then he brightened up and sauntered up to Raven and Starfire, snaking his arms around their waists. "Sooo… how are my favorite girls, then?" An instant later, he shrieked with pain, clasping his hands to his backside. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry…" Beast Boy grinned. "I have this thing where I kinda spontaneously turn into a porcupine and back into people. I'm working on it…"

"Damn, I miss Aqualad…" Speedy muttered.

"How is he? Aren't you a couple or something?" Robin said, somewhat accusingly.

"Aw, you know… fish-boy is fish-boy… damn, he's pretty, though…" Speedy said, and looked like he was miles away. The girls seemed to join him. "Anyway, I'm here now… so… what's the plan?"

"I forgot!" Robin shouted suddenly, sitting up straight.

"Oh… well… can I go home then?" Speedy asked, nonplussed.

"No, I mean I remembered! Then I forgot…And now I remembered again!" Robin tried to explain, making even Slade arch an eyebrow.

"And what was it you forgot and then remembered?" Raven asked patiently.

"I think I know where Brother Blood took Cyborg!" Robin said, looking excited for a moment, before reality hit him and his face turned grim. "I think they are in Gotham."

Before any of his teammates had time to ask any questions, Robin whipped his communicator out, and called Batman, while stalking towards his room. Slade gave the Titans an 'I'm on it' wave, and followed.

"Alfred? Is Batman there, I need to talk to him!"

"Robin? Something the matter?" the butler asked worriedly. "Has Slade-?"

"No, this has nothing to do with him." Robin hurriedly said, while closing the door to the bedroom, barely noticing that it opened again a second later when Slade let himself in. "Has Bruce mentioned anything about the H.I.V.E lately?"

"Yes, I believe he is working on a case involving them, but I'm afraid he has been called away for the moment. Should I try to reach him?"

Robin hesitated a moment. Bruce could be on some critical mission, after all…

"Would you just send him a message to call me as soon as he can? Cyborg has been kidnapped, and Brother Blood is involved."

"Oh, dear. I'll text him at once."

"Thank you, Al… bye!" Robin said, flinging the communicator down on the bedside table before throwing the doors to his closet open, tearing through it.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Slade drawled behind him, and, for the second time that day, Robin startled.

"You scared me again!" he said accusingly. "It looks like I'm going to Gotham, so I'm packing…"

"You need a plan first, why not wait for Bruce to call?" Slade asked, stretching out on the bed.

"I hate waiting!" Robin almost whined, plopping down on the bed as well.

"Good, you can occupy yourself by making a few things up to me…" the man suggested with a grin.

"What? What did I do to you?" Robin asked, slightly irritated.

"Apart from ignoring me to the extent that you don't even know I'm in the room? I don't take well to be treated like that…" Slade's voice had taken on a threatening growl.

"My teammate is missing!" Robin snapped. "I'm worried! So, please excuse me for not worshiping you every minute of the day, okay?"

"I think not."

Robin was about to jump off the bed in a huff when Slade's foot hooked around his waist and he was suddenly pulled up close enough so the man could grab his neck and drag him the rest of the way up to his chest, where the teen lay helplessly. "I know you are worried, but I can't believe that after all the time in the cave you still haven't learned patience…" Slade scolded him.

"I don't want to just sit here, when Cy could be… he could be dead!"

"He's not," Slade said and pulled the annoying mask off the boy's face.

"Ouch! You don't know that!"

"No, but I have reviewed all the files you have on Brother Blood and your previous encounters. It's clear to me that the man is fascinated with your friend, in a purely technological and psychological way, I might add, and he did not abduct him to kill him."

"You… you… read the files? When?" Robin was more astonished by this than Slade's conclusions.

"The gym was boring… and, for some reason, half of the equipment was broken…" Slade shrugged and smirked. The man's smirk widened when Robin smiled and kissed him. "That's what I'm talking about…" Slade purred as the kiss ended.

"It was because you care…" the hero smiled back.

"I wouldn't go that far!" Slade hurriedly said with a frown, but Robin only smiled wider and kissed him again.

Slade had apparently had enough cuddles, because Robin soon felt the man's hand on the top of his head, pressing down in a way he knew very well. Shooting the man an annoyed glare, Robin got a chuckle in reply.

"I told you to make it up to me… get to it…"

"You're unbelievable…" the teen muttered, but his treacherous right hand was already busy unzipping Slade's pants.

"I prefer incredible… the same meaning without the slightly negative tint…" Slade smirked.

"I can't believe I put up with you…" Robin muttered, and then licked his lips as he closed in on his target.

Slade was half sitting up in bed now, his hand resting on the back of Robin's head, not forcing the teen's movements, but with the promise of control, should Robin do anything the man didn't like. The chance of that, however, was very slim. The teen hated to admit it, but he was enjoying himself as well, growing uncomfortable hard in his tights. He loved making Slade's hips thrust upwards now and then, as it was the closest he could come to have the man lose control… well… closest with him himself still coherent, as in the throws of passion none of them had much control to speak of. Something disturbed them, though, but as Robin identified the sound it was too late; Slade's hand had already tightened in his hair and was holding him down, the signal from the communicator blaring through the room. Robin grunted and squirmed, trying to get away, but froze in terrified shock as he heard the sound of the com clicking open. Slade wouldn't…? He, it turned out, would.

"Titans Tower." the man answered in a reasonably amiable tone.

"Slade?!" Robin almost whimpered at the growl coming from his former mentor. "Where is Robin? What happened?"

"Robin cant' talk at the moment…" Slade smirked down at the teen, meeting a glare, and his hand urged Robin to continue. "…he asked me to ask you; the H.I.V.E- activities in Gotham, has Brother Blood been active at all?"

"Why do you ask?" Batman's voice was clipped, and Robin sighed through his nose. Bruce knew what this was about, Alfred must have told him, but he decided to be difficult just because it was Slade asking… Robin vas actually still quite irritated at the millionaire.

'Playing house', indeed!

"I apologize, you apparently haven't heard. Cyborg has been abducted by this man, and the traces we have, lead to Gotham… If you have any information…?"

Robin was surprised at Slade's agreeable attitude, and decided to reward the man for being the adult in this situation.

Slade had to fight to keep his expression blank as the teen started working on him with more enthusiasm.

"He's here. There have been sightings," Batman finally admitted.

"Good. I'm sure Robin will be pleased to hear that. He'll call you back if he has any follow-up questions."

"Make sure he does," barked the bat before he broke contact and Slade snapped the lid closed. Robin found his mouth full not a second later.

"Damn, I didn't think that through… did you have to almost make me come in front of Batman? What am I saying, of course you did… brat…" Slade muttered at a smirking teen.

"Your turn, I believe?" Robin smirked wider and rolled over.

"Didn't you have some packing to do?" Slade teased him, but was moving into position as he did, snapping the hero's belt open expertly. Practice makes perfect…

"I…" Robin lifted his hips so Slade could yank the tights down. "I do, but I have some things to think through first, as you said…"

"So now, when you're horny, it's okay to be patient and plan?" Slade chuckled.

"You do remember how we survived the cave, right?" Robin grinned back, before the man's mouth wiped all thoughts from his mind.

"You can't go to Gotham, Robin," Raven said, sounding like the discussion was over.

"No, the bad men there are really bad, are they not? Will they not recognize you and be wanting the revenge?" Starfire asked worriedly, wringing her hands.

"Besides, dude, if you're seen in Gotham, won't Blood kinda realize we're on to him?" All eyes in the room turned to Beast Boy, who blushed in an annoyed way. "Hey, I'm allowed to say something smart once in a while!" he objected.

"Yes. But this was it for this year," Raven said dryly. "But I agree. Brother Blood probably thinks he's safe now, he might not even be aware of the connection between Robin and Batman."

"I agree with grass-stain and Rae," Speedy said. "Let me and the girls go…?" the hopeful smile wasn't missed by anyone.

"I have a better idea." The group now turned their questioning eyes to Slade, who stood leaning against a wall, looking very pleased with himself.

"Sorry, Slade. I would hire you, but I can't afford it again." Robin said, shrugging.

"Oh, if you agree to my suggestions… I'll do it for free…" The leer on the man's face was positively evil.

To be continued…


A/N: So THIS is what the story is about! It's all just one big excuse to… well… you'll see… I have a few scenes, but not much plotted out for this story, so, once again, I'm starting to panic… Why do I NEVER learn?! Ah, well… I'm comforting myself with that this is a sequel, and those always suck anyway, so who can blame me? ;o) I'm gonna plod on now, and hopefully come up with something that can be used as a plot further along…

By the way, I have discovered that I do love writing Starfire… I mean, she's a pain, but she speaks like I probably would, if forced to speak English… -grin- I could never match the way she is written in the cartoon, though, her lines are fantastic… I have no idea how they do it…