Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I make no money off torturing poor, innocent birds with evil, sexy villains, especially ones with black and orange masks.

Pairing: Slade/Robin

Warning: Rated M! Dark/Humour/Romance

A/N: Second chapter! I'm so excited, only because I absolutely love the dialogue between my two favourite boys. Don't worry guys, this is a slash, I just don't want to jump into it. Besides, they hate each other! I need some kind of dynamic to get them all riled up, don't you think? ;)

Chapter 2: Spilt Milk

"You're going to get yourself caught!" came a growl. "Although it would make life so much easier, perhaps I should let you…"

"You know, your not funny…at all." Robin snorted. "Besides, I wanted to get a peak at this guy, so excuse me for not following your every command, asshole."

"Careful…" Slade whispered dangerously, pulling the teen back towards him and out of view. "I would watch that tone if I were you."

"Whatever."

It was around ten at night and the two were currently scouting out Aaron Jones home. They were sitting on top of an apartment building, which gave them a rather good view of the top floor. They'd only been there for about ten minutes and already Robin wanted to kill the infuriating bastard. How could someone be so condescending, anyways? It just wasn't normal.

When Slade had finally disclosed his plan, Robin had been a little reluctant, but agreed. It was a good plan, after all, and would harm any innocent family members. Although, he would never admit to such a thing. It had turned out that most of their targets had been in the city, as that was the housing for the company they were stealing from. There was only two that were outside of the city.

They had decided to watch their target closely, figure out his patterns. They didn't have much time, but already they could tell something was a bit fishy with this guy.

Robin finally understood when the wife came home, and got a rather startling sight.

Fucker beats his wife…

"That's disgusting."

"No, killing is much more ethical." Slade snorted, gripping his pair of binoculars in hand. It was a tad hard to see through them, however, since he was wearing a steel-toned mask and only had one eye.

"The people we are killing aren't exactly saints." Robin kindly informed him. Wasn't that an understatement…

"I believe one of the targets is a mob boss." The man said airily. The teen snorted but said nothing.

"Look, she's leaving…" Robin stated a few minutes later, watching the woman, who was in tears, running out the door with her son. "This would be perfect…"

"Perhaps, but how long before this place is swarming with officers?"

"Guess we'll have to be quick." Robin grinned at his partner, flashing him a quick smile, before making his way off the roof and towards the home, making sure that he wasn't seen.

Slade snorted but followed.

Robin was first inside, quickly entering through an open window on the top floor. He watched Slade enter second, the man's uniform allowing him to blend into the shadows. He'd been more than a little startled when he'd seen the black and orange mask, Kevlar suit and armour plates. Slade looked more like a machine than a man like that, which was probably why he'd chosen it. Besides, they had to wear disguises, as they didn't want to be recognized.

Robin held up two fingers together and pointed towards another room, that had a glowing light. Slade nodded his head and motioned towards the hallway. They entered it silently, not even the floorboards creaking. Both held positions on opposite sides of the opened door, while Robin glanced into the room quickly. Aaron was indeed on his computer, his back turned.

They had to hurry if they wanted to finish. The teen drew his shuriken, sending a grin towards his partner, whose single eye narrowed behind the mask. Robin drew from the wall and stood in the door way, sunglasses glistening as he let his weapon fly, hitting the man's main artery on his neck perfectly, Jones never knowing what happened as he sunk forward, hitting the keyboard.

"Gun would have been too loud and alerted the neighbours." Robin explained when he received a glare. "And this way, I can retrieve the weapon, and no one is the wiser." he added with a snicker.

"Just get the information while I search the house for anything else that might prove useful. I doubt the man had any cameras in here either, considering his abusive activities."

"Yeah yeah…" Robin said, not really listening, already busy downloading the contents of the computer to his portable hard drive. Once he'd finished, he used his expert hacking talents to implement a rather large worm virus into the system, so all the files would disappear and the computer would be completely useless. Already the system was beginning to crash and the teen made his way out of the room, moving past the dead man who was now laying on the floor.

"I have a feeling this wasn't the storing location." Slade said, as they made their way outside. They disappeared over roof tops, making their way towards the man's vehicle that stored their civilian clothing.

"No, really?" Robin asked sarcastically. "Why would you think that?"

"Although your sarcasm is rather cute, it's not appreciated." Slade glared.

Robin snorted. "Too bad."

The man rather felt like strangling his annoying partner. Robin felt the same.

The quickly found the car, a rather run-down black Volkswagen. It was just old enough to not draw attention and blend in, as they didn't want to be seen. Although, he would have preferred his motorcycle, this would have to do.

Both parties entered the car, and Robin began shedding his clothing. Slade paid him no mind, as he did the same, beginning with his mask. The teen noticed that his jeans had ended up in the back seat and climbed over the seat to get it, ass high in the air. It was then that the man began to pay slight more attention as he realized that the obnoxious brat had a rather spank-able ass. Especially in boxers, which he was currently sporting, and nothing else. Slade mentally growled and pushed those thoughts away. Just because the brat was rather attractive and built, didn't mean he had to look.

"Hurry up." The man hissed, perhaps a bit too harshly, while he removed his armour plates and top part of his suit, replacing them with a white shirt, then he moved to his pants. Although, he felt it was needed, especially since the teen had begun tilting his ass sideways.

"Shut up." Robin glared, retrieving the jeans, and struggling to put them on in the small space. "I'll take my sweet time if I want to…"

"I swear to god…" Slade scowled. "I have never in all my life met someone so hot-headed."

"I could say the same thing about you..." The teen said, finally dressed, huffing and leaning back against the seat after placing his uniform into a plastic bag. The things he had to go through to kill someone, it was ridiculous!

"I think I might just have to spank you, you are much too mouthy." Slade informed him, starting up the car.

Robin placed his feet up on the dash and crossed his arms.

"Try that and I'll slice that hand clean off."

Slade glared at the feet on the dash.

"This guy watched a lot of porn…" Robin said distastefully, an hour later, after they had made it safely and unseen back at the teen's apartment. The younger of the two had begun to go through the contents of the hard drive. There were a lot of files on the weapons project, as well as personal items that Robin could have done without seeing. Slade had hooked up his laptop in the living room and was accessing a few files on his own computer, while the teen sat at the kitchen table with his own laptop.

Slade had ignored the statement.

Suddenly there was a gasp and Robin began to gag.

"Oh, that is so nasty!" The teen said, getting up from his computer, not able to look through it anymore.

"Not into boy-on-boy?" Slade mused jokingly, actually having no idea what was on the drive.

"No! Well, I mean yeah…ugh, I mean…he had his son posing naked…that's disgusting!" Robin said, running a hand through his hair, beginning to pace.

"Interesting."

"What? That is gross Slade! How much you wan'na bet he was fucking him too…ugh…now I wish I had taken the more violent approach." Robin gagged again, running over to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"I meant about the boy-on-boy. You said you didn't mind it. How intriguing."

"Oh, I'm sure it is." The teen said sarcastically. "Don't worry, I don't swing your way."

"As in male company?" Slade asked, raising an eyebrow. Robin took a swig of the water, before flashing the man a brilliant smile.

"Oh no, I enjoy the occasional rut in the sack with males. I just meant that you aren't my type, not hot enough, maybe…" The teen rather enjoyed the look of total outrage on the man's face, before it was covered with his famous scowl.

"I'd sleep with one eye open tonight." The man threatened.

"Well, that wouldn't be hard for you, would it?" Robin grinned wickedly.

"I might just cut that tongue of yours out, too."

"I'm so scared."

"Your should be…"

"And yet I'm not." The teen said, dancing towards the kitchen again. He knew that he was playing with fire, but since he wasn't being burned, why not try his luck some more? Right? Right!

Robin closed the top of his laptop and yawned. It was definitely time for bed.

"Giving up?"

"No, I'm just tired, I think it is time for bed. At least for me." The teen said, not in the mood to arguing.

"Need to get your beauty rest?" Slade grinned.

"No, but bickering with you takes a lot out of me. I'm exhausted."

"Poor you."

"Fuck you."

"I would, but I'm not your type, remember?" Slade snorted.

Robin shook his head.

No, you can't kill him…no killing…it would be bad…just…bad no…no killing…

"Goodnight, dick head."

The teen only heard the man snort again before he slammed the door shut. He hoped Slade choked on something pointy. Preferably a knife.

"You made breakfast?" Robin asked, surprised. There were two plates filled with bacon, eggs, toast, and was that orange juice? He'd woken up to the most delicious smell ever, and now he understood why.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you're not bi-polar?" The teen asked, taking a bite of the eggs and grinning. They were really good.

"Oh, no, I naturally poisoned your dish." Slade joked, but with a serious look. He then took a drink of the milk he had for himself, and promptly spit it back out, all over the floor.

"I forget to mention that the milk expired a few days ago." Robin said with an evil smirk, not sounding sorry at all.

"Your just hateful." The man glared, rinsing his mouth out with water. "I never knew there were people out there more evil than I."

"Don't worry, you're still number one." The younger of the two said. "I just happen to like the fact that I made Death stroke the Terminator spit milk all over the floor."

"I'll remember that when bullets start to fly and I just happen to want to see your insides all over the floor." Slade scowled, beginning to eat his own breakfast, minus the milk.

"Could you even see my insides?" Robin grinned, taking a crack at the man's lost eye, while eating his toast. "Like, wouldn't you have to squint?"

"Yes, would you like a demonstration of how thoroughly I would be able to?" The man's eye glittered dangerously. He found himself more amused than angry at the teenager that dared to defy him. It wasn't every day that he could find someone to match his wit, after all.

"Yeah, one sec while I find your walking stick…"

Ok, so maybe he was a little angrier than he thought.

Robin seemed rather amused though, if his laughter was any indication.

"There are a lot of emails to some Anthony person, no last name though." The teen mused, looking over the contents of his hard drive again. "Think maybe this is the guy we're looking for? They've talked a lot about the project, so…"

"Perhaps." Slade replied. "Can you access the emails that he sent, or only the ones that he received?"

"Can't see the ones he sent. He used a really old messenger system." Robin said.

"Useless child."

"Hey! I never said I couldn't get them, just that I couldn't see them through the email system." The teen glared, sipping on a soda he'd gotten from the fridge a few minutes ago. "Maybe I won't bother and leave it to your expert hacking skills to get the information on where he lives." he added with a huff.

"22 North Street, apartment complex 5A, last name Burgundy."

Robin gaped. How the fuck…? At seeing the teen's expression, relishing in it for a moment, he decided to explain.

"It was in the address book."

"Oh, really, well that's all fine and dandy…" The younger of the two said sarcastically. "Why don't you tell me what you mean? Instead of being so condescending about it!"

"I found an address book yesterday in the house, I thought it might come in handy." Slade snorted, turning away from the riled up teen. This is what he got for partnering with a teenager. Nothing but a damned headache. Al though the small, barely noticeable flush on the boy's cheeks was very endearing.

Robin took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He was so frustrated and it was all this man's fault.

"So…do we go after him now, or later?" The teen said, doing a marvellous job composing himself.

"That depends. If we go after him now, we might alert the others to our plan."

"Yeah, but on the other side, the man would suddenly notice that his main confidant isn't responding to him anymore." The teen said, running a hand through his hair. "But, what about the news or the papers? Wouldn't someone write an obituary? He'd see it then, and then we'd be fucked."

They were both silent before Robin snapped his fingers.

"I could be a doppelganger." The teen grinned, receiving a rather impressed nod. "I'll pretend to be his confidant, because I'm almost certain he's had next to no contact with anyone else in this organization. It'd be the perfect cover and we could still continue with the original plan. Plus, I'm sure we could figure out a way to block the news from airing on his TV, and then just swipe the paper as it comes. Since the operation was so secretive, I'm sure that no one would say anything. Besides, if worse comes to worse, we can just take them out. They wouldn't jeopardize the production by coming out anyways."

"I'm impressed." was the reluctant comment from the older man.

"I'm not just hot, you know.." Robin teased, in a slightly better mood. He even ignored the sarcastic snort from the bastard who was now sitting across from him at the table.

"You do know that this weapon is capable of destroying whole continents with a single blast?" The teen said a few minutes later, rather amazed, reading up a little on the plans design from the computer.

"Yes, it is a nuclear weapon."

"Why are we helping these people again?"

"Because we're paid to do so."

"Right…" Robin trailed off. "And if it just so happens that they sell this to the Russian army, and they decide they want to use said weapon on America?"

"Guess the shit will hit the fan…" Slade mused with a shrug, glancing at the teen.

"I'm so glad that you are concerned."

"It would never happen. Nuclear weapons are merely toys, used for show , scare off enemies and what not." The man explained.

"Kind of like, my toys are better than yours?"

"In a matter of speaking, yes." Steel grey eye meet blues. "Although, it doesn't mean it doesn't cost a pretty penny."

"Sometimes the world is too complicated for me." Robin admitted, shaking his head.

"And yet, that is what makes it so interesting...and you so unintelligent.."

"Awesome…" Robin said dryly.

It was late in the afternoon before the teen had decided it was time to stretch his body, having forgone his usually morning workout. He pressed the small indent on the back of a bookcase and a wall opened on the far side of the room, behind the couch. Slade turned his head at the sound and noticed the large dojo had appeared and that Robin was entering it. There was every type of workout equipment that you could think of, all state-of-the-art, and kept up to date. The teen even had a wall full of different weapons, everything from guns, swords, bo-staffs, exploding disks, and much much more. Everything was surrounding a rather large dojo floor, that stretched a few metres back.

Robin spared no expense when it came to his work.

"Care to join me? I've been meaning to take a crack at you since our little lovers spat in the conference room the other day." The teen said sarcastically, making his way over towards the wall full of weapons.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." Slade snorted, sauntering into the area.

"Good, then we are on the same page…" the blue-eyed boy smirked, gripping a bo-staff in hand. He grabbed another and chucked it at the man. "I'm sure you're familiar with that." he said when the staff was caught.

"Quite."

The fight was on.

Slade was unprepared for the teen's rather diverse mixture of fighting technique and acrobatics. One minute he was behind him, the next, not. It was as if he was fighting a shadow. But, that didn't mean he was loosing, only that it caught him off guard and he was suddenly starting to realize why this teen was up to par, fighting in the big leagues as it were. Or rather, fighting up to Slade's league.

Robin found quickly, that you did not want to get hit by those feet. Not only did they hurt like hell, but the man knew where all the main pressure points were to slow down his movement. Not like he was going to give up any time soon, he just knew that he had to avoid those rather scary kicks to his person. Especially his head…the man seemed quite fond of trying to kick there.

They fought long and hard, and sometimes dirty, using tricks that would otherwise be classified illegal in a real match, had there been a referee. But, neither of them minded. They were feeling each other out, letting go of pent up frustration. Robin had never in all of his life felt so challenged and he relished in every second of it. Slade was more than a worthy opponent. If only he could get him to work on his personality a little more, he'd be all set.

They called it quits almost two hours later, sweat dripping off their bodies. Robin had to keep his eyes from trailing down the man's now naked chest, as it seemed to glisten and bulge at every ripple of muscle. Damn was the man built. Curse him for being gay, and having hormones.

Didn't mean he still didn't hate him.

Especially when the man slapped his ass. Yeah, totally hate him.

A/N: I am simply loving how Robin is in this story, he's so cocky and a complete know-it-all. I just want to hug him to death. Even though he is an assassin in this story, I like making him a bit hesitant in certain situations. Like, about killing the family members, or the fact that this was a nuclear weapon. It makes him seem less heartless, and I don't want him to be ALL like Slade. Doesn't mean he wouldn't kill a kid if he had too.

Reviews make the chapters come faster, especially since I have quite a few of them written.

/Jayto