Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. But, who wouldn't love to see Robin flush against Slade's desk, getting the pounding of his life? That is the only thing I'm guilty of.

Pairing: Slade/Robin …Red/Speedy…a little Red/Speedy/Robin (those are the main pairings, there will be others, minor ones)

Warning: Rated M!

A/N: Why am I updating on a Thursday? I decided that I wanted to! ;) Well, that also is partly Wynja's fault as well. She drew this amazing Black Sheep 3 poster for me that I am still grinning about. I want to marry it. But, since I can't really do that, I decided to post the next chapter. Don't always expect early chapters! My actually posting schedule is Sunday (not that I've stuck to it ;)) Check out the poster on her DA account!

The Secretary - Chapter 3

Robin wasn't exactly nervous. If he had to put a name to the emotion that he was feeling at the moment, it would probably be anxiety. He was almost looking forward to this new adventure. The four people that he had spoken to in person and over the phone had told him that Slade liked to push their buttons on the first day. He liked to push and push to the point where you wanted to jump off a building just to escape the cold man's harshness.

The blue-eyed man wasn't worried though. He had known that this wasn't going to be an easy ride in the beginning. If he could just get past the first two weeks, then he knew that it would be smooth sailing from then on, or at least, he hoped it would be.

It wasn't going to be a walk in the park, that was for certain.

The secretary smiled to himself as he finished getting ready, glancing around at his small apartment. Robin wasn't exactly poor, no, he didn't starve, actually had a car, and made all his payments on time each and every month, but he was far from rich. That worked for him though, he liked living in the down low. He'd been in the spotlight for most of his childhood and early teen years, his parents having pushed him to share his gifts with everyone…especially the government. He hadn't liked that.

At a very early age the young man had shown an exceptional capability with technology and computers. And growing up in a generation that thrived on technology, his talents had been greatly sought after, and his parents had milked it for all it was worth.

The government had used him, his parents had used him, and in the long run, anyone who found out about his talents ended up just seeing him for them. The young man never had any friends growing up, only one or two, who he had been forced to leave when he'd moved half-way across the world to Jump City. It had been to escape his parents. The very people who just didn't get it, and constantly made him feel guilty.

He didn't hate his parents. No he loved his mother and father. He just hated what they had become. Once they'd learned of his talents, it had been all about what they wanted, giving back to them. They had worked Robin into exhaustion day after day, and the young prodigy had simply given in, thinking that he hadn't had a choice.

Then one day, years after he'd been subjected to the abuse, he'd finally realized: he didn't have to do this. He actually had a choice. He'd only been eighteen years old. Finishing school. It had actually been his guidance counsellor, a young woman in her late twenties, who sat him down one day just before University Graduation and told him that he had a choice. That, despite what his gifts were, he could choose what he wanted to do, choose where he wanted to go. Robin had just completed several degrees in all sorts of technological, business, and advertising fields. A feat that would have taken people years to accomplish. Something that his parents had pushed him into. She'd really been the only one who offered a second option.

Perhaps she hadn't quite meant for him to run away. But, he had. Right after graduation, after all of the celebrating, he'd packed a small bag, a few thousand dollars, and a little bit of food, and made it on the first train out of town. He'd left his parents, his friends, his hometown, his fame, and his fortune, but Robin knew that he would never go back.

Robin started the early day with a coffee at a local café that was open twenty-four hours, seven days a week. It was relatively close to his home, so he took advantage of it whenever he knew that it was going to be a long day. He idly wondered if he should get Slade one as well, but then thought better of it. Rose said that the man would want him to make his coffee, and no one else. The young man almost rolled his eyes at the thought.

The woman at the counter smiled at the familiar face, and turned around to make his usual order. He had once thought it slightly embarrassing that the staff members knew his order, but then merely thought it was convenient over time. Besides, he always had fun making the little ladies and young girls blush and squeal.

They all knew that he was gay, but for some reason that made it even better for them. Robin might know a lot of things, but he would never be able to figure out the female mind. Sure, he could manipulate them into blushing and putting on the charm. But, when it came to understanding them, well, they were scary…real scary.

"So, did you get the job? I haven't seen you for a week. I'm guessing that you did?" questioned a small, pale woman, who looked to be the same age as Robin. Raven, as the man knew her by, was his favourite above anyone else in the store, just because she wasn't afraid to tell him what she thought. Something that the blue-eyed secretary liked.

She always wore the same makeup, black eyeliner that highlighted her gorgeous violet eyes and blue eye shadow. Had Robin been straight, he could have easily fallen for this girl by her eyes alone. She was wearing the usual café uniform, which consisted of a black t-shirt with the shops logo on it, and jeans of her choice. Her long raven tresses were pulled into a pony-tail with her dyed blue bangs falling around to frame her face.

"Yes, I did," Robin let her know, paying for his beverage. The café was relatively empty, so he didn't have to fear speaking with her and holding up a line.

"I see you are in high spirits," she chuckled. "Why? I do not know the answer to," she joked.

"Raven, must you always ruin my fun?" Robin teased her with a wink. This girl was immune to his charms, well, most of them anyways. The blue-eyed young man was able to stump her sometimes.

"Fun?" she snorted. "What fun could you possible have working for him? Everyone I've ever met that's worked for him says he's a monster."

Robin frowned slightly.

"But, I suppose I should expect this," she smirked at him, her violet orbs glistening in mirth. "You always like messing with things you shouldn't."

"Just because of that one guy?…"

"One guy too much, if you ask me," she chuckled. "He still swoons over you when he comes in."

Robin actually shuddered. "He wanted to marry me!"

"Yes, so you've said," Raven shook her head in amusement. "I told you, didn't I?"

"He wanted to adopt children!" Robin continued on like he didn't even hear her. "After the first date! Sure he was a cute face, but what the hell?"

Raven snorted again, serving a customer who wanted a cheese cake. The raven-haired man didn't bother wondering why someone was eating that at six-thirty in the morning. He'd seen stranger things.

"Be careful," the pale girl suddenly said, her eyes hard. "Don't get in too deep, you hear me?"

"I know…"

"I will have your balls if you do," Raven threatened.

"Are you sure your allowed to threaten me?" Robin teased with a grin. Raven smirked and looked at her manager who was listening to their conversation on the other side of the counter while cleaning the showcase.

"Of course she is, its Raven," the woman laughed. "She'd have all our balls."

"Good point," Robin mumbled warily. Raven only smiled and ushered him along, knowing that he had to get to work.

Robin arrived at Wilson Enterprise ten minutes early, waving at a few gushing employee's that were giggling at him while clocking into the computer terminal downstairs. He made sure to wink at them before entering the elevator and then pressed the button to take him to the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, just as he'd stepped into the intricate office space that had been newly renovated with all the latest technology and furniture, as well as a fully stocked kitchen and snack bar, that was refilled daily, he heard Slade's cold masculine voice from his open office door.

"Coffee, on my desk, two minutes, now!"

The door slammed shut after that, and Robin held in a chuckle as the day had already begun.

He hadn't known what type of coffee that CEO liked. But, he'd taken a gander as to completely black. He'd even taken the liberty of heating up and buttering a whole wheat muffin, just for the hell of it. The man would either eat it, or probably throw it at him.

He didn't bother knocking on the door, knowing that would probably irritate the man further, although he was pretty much just going along with instinct at this point. But, it seemed to have been the right choice, for as he placed the plate down on the man's desk, the CEO didn't bark at him for not knocking, rather:

"Your late." Slade glared at him, his arms crossed while sitting in his leather chair.

"Am I?" Robin asked smoothly.

"Yes! By two minutes!"

"Are you certain? I thought I had clocked in downstairs at five to seven," the secretary claimed.

Slade narrowed his steel coloured eye at his new secretary, taking in the child's attire. It was appropriate…unfortunately. He had counted on Robin having not clocked in downstairs or that he wasn't dressed to his specifications. But, the young man seemed to be more intelligent than that…

"I don't like muffins," Slade said after the stare down, completely ignoring what his new employee had said.

"I know," Robin replied, before moving towards the door.

"Then why did you-?"

"I'll have the documents for your first meeting ready in a few minutes, " Robin cut in, glancing slyly at the man over his shoulder. "In the meantime, you might want to eat the muffin to take away that bad breath of yours …or pop a mint." He shut the door softly, mentally laughing when he heard the confused angry noise from the man behind the office door.

Robin had been completely bullshitting about the CEO having bad breath, but when you were dealing with this type of man, you had to think on your feet. And apparently, he was going to be doing that a lot. He knew that he might be playing with fire, but when had he ever been concerned about being burned? Anyone who knew him would say never.

Slade growled lowly to himself as he stood in the conference room ten floors below. The room was used mostly for proposals. When other companies wanted a piece of Wilson Enterprise action. This would be a great test for his new secretary…his new, cocky, mind-grating secretary who was doing bloody fantastic on his tests he'd implemented throughout the day.

It was well after lunch and Slade was preparing for the meeting that would reveal whether or not the company interested in some of his finer products was capable of using them to his satisfaction.

The CEO wasn't egotistical…merely damn good at what he did. Well, that's what he liked to tell himself, anyways.

"…and this is why we think we'd be a superb business partner that would only benefit you in the long run," concluded a skinny, balding man in a business suit. He'd been introduced as Ron Carter, the second in command at Harper Incorporated, an ammunition based company. They were interested in the new technology that Wilson Enterprise had just created that they claimed would "revolutionize guns everywhere".

"Show me your documents on quarterly earnings," Slade commanded. There was a flutter of movement from the other three occupants of the room, an accountant, and another male and female, while the accountant handed Slade the requested folders.

Robin took in the entire room, glancing around at each of the occupants while it was silent, taking a break from writing. He was currently responsible for taking down the minutes of the meeting, something that was quite an easy feat for him, since he was using a laptop.

The new secretary had a strange feeling, however. He didn't know why, but he didn't really trust the four people from Harper Inc. It was just a gut feeling, but he was usually right about these things when he felt like this. It was just in the way that the accountant kept glancing at Slade out of the corner of his eye, like he was…expecting something? The man seemed more nervous than was acceptable in a situation like this. It looked entirely too fishy to the teen. Surely Slade had caught on to it?

"We'll take a ten minute break and will continue our discussion further," Slade announced after finally finishing with the documents. The man glared at Robin, indicating that he wanted the young man to follow him into the next room, while the others stayed in the conference room.

Once they were alone and out of ear shot, standing in the next room, Robin voiced his opinion.

"Something seems fishy to me."

"Really?" came the condescending tone.

"Yes," Robin said turning to the man, both of them staring the other down. Well, Slade was staring down, Robin had to stare up, something the young man almost pouted at.

"What would you know?" Slade sneered.

"I know people and that man seems far too nervous for a simple conference meeting, even if they are trying to acquire your business," the young secretary stated.

"The accountant?"

Robin quirked an eyebrow. "So you did notice."

"Obviously. I've been in this business for a long time, boy. Don't presume me an idiot," the man threatened.

"Do you have a plan, then?" Robin challenged.

Slade faltered for a second, but then regained his composure.

"Rest assured, I'll figure it out."

Robin smirked.

"You have no idea, do you?"

Slade narrowed his eye.

"Remember your place-"

Robin took a step forward, his eyes smouldering in a seductive stare. Slade almost seemed to blink in wonder, but that would be beneath him. The man didn't seem to be able to interpret the young secretaries lustful gaze.

"A bet."

"What?" Slade stopped short,

"I think we should have a bet," Robin grinned. "Unless you're afraid-"

Slade growled low in his throat, but Robin got the message either way.

"What are the terms?"

"Lets see who can make the accountant sweat more," Robin leered seductively. Slade found himself returning the stare, even though he wasn't conscious of it.

"What are we betting against?" Slade questioned.

"Bragging rights. Our pride is on the line here," Robin smirked. He knew that Slade wouldn't back down from that challenge. The CEO probably had an ego even bigger than Robin's and that was a hard feat in itself.

"Deal," Slade returned the smirk.

Robin chuckled in amusement and push his hand forward. The CEO gripped the young man's hand in his own in a shake. It wasn't until they had fully connected that both men felt a sudden and unexplained warmth.

"Lets go," Slade's commanding voice broke through his thoughts. The CEO turned from Robin and made his way back into the other room.

Weird, Robin frowned. However, he shook his head and made his way back into the meeting room, there was a game to play after all.

A/N: Short, yes, but it had to be that way, just because the next chapter needed to start off where it does. They didn't bet anything huge, just because they are testing each other out.

Guess what I'm going to be posting on Sunday for Easter? The next instalment of the College universe in my drabbles collection. So, there is something else for you to look forward to ;). Don't know what the College universe is? -gasps- You MUST go read it -grin- Its in my Spontaneous Sladin Drabbles, beginning with chapter 15 College. It already has 4 instalments in it, and this will be number 5. So! Go check it out!

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