It's kinda lame and I think it moves too fast, but it didn't take me long to write so it is rather rushed. But I'll spend more time on the next ones, I promise :) I hope you like it!

Sladin, nothing graphic.


It was some time after 11pm, New Year's Eve, 2012. Robin stared at the clear night, the stars shining brightly in the sky, the waning moon off in the distance, reflecting on the dark water below. The whole city of Jump spread out before him, twinkling lights, the carnival on the beach where hundreds of people were gathered, waiting for the fireworks in an hour.

He was supposed to be down there with his team but he'd quickly gone back to the tower to check part of the alarm system that he thought he'd seen deactivated on the way out. Now, he stood on the edge of the roof, staring out at the beautiful view, a small smile on his face. He loved sunrises because they were new beginnings; he loved New Years for the same reason. He was content to sit here for a while, knowing his team would call if they really needed him.

They were on patrol but Robin had encouraged them to have a fun time and go on rides and stuff as well. It wasn't fair on them to work while everyone was having fun. He spotted the big wheel in the middle of the carnival and shivered slightly, grateful that he'd told his team a few weeks ago that he was gay. He didn't want Starfire begging him to go on it. He knew Beast Boy wouldn't go on it, ever since the incident with Terra and Slade, but maybe Cyborg and Raven?

Robin sighed, deciding to get back to the carnival, feeling bad about not patrolling properly. With a grin, he took a run up then threw himself off the edge of the building, allowing himself to enjoy the exhilarating flying feeling that had thrilled him since he was young. He whooped for joy, doing a couple of flips in the air before shooting his grapple hook at the roof of the Tower and landing easily on the rocks. Suddenly pumped with adrenalin, he took the R-Cycle to the mainland and drove as fast as he dared without breaking the speed limit, and swerved into the parking lot, almost scratching the T-Car as he parked next to it, but keeping it away just in time.

Grinning to himself, he walked off towards the crowds, smiling at people, signing autographs, the usual. Everyone seemed happy and excited for 2013, and so far, the team hadn't reported any incidents. Robin smiled. Even villains had decided to lay low for the New Year. I wish they'd done that for Christmas, he thought to himself, recalling the various idiots getting themselves Christmas presents (Control Freak and Billy Numerous, of course) and Dr Light trying to steal energy from Christmas tree lights.

Now, Robin glanced around. Everyone was happy. Robin was relaxed, letting himself be caught up by the colours and festivities. Suddenly, he spotted a glint of orange and black and twisted round sharply, seeing the tall figure on a skyscraper nearby. He narrowed his eyes at the man, grunting 'Slade' under his breath, and quickly hopped from roof to roof of carnival tents before leaping up onto the building where the mercenary was waiting.

The huge-chested man stood with his arms folded, his single, grey eye focused on Robin, who was gripping his staff tightly, ready to fend Slade off.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Robin," the man said, losing his defensive stance, although Robin knew he still wouldn't get a hit in. "I just want to spend a little...time with you,"

"Why are you here?" Robin snarled, and Slade seemed to smirk under his stupid mask.

"Listen, Robin. I already told you. To spend a little time with you. Now put the staff away and let's talk."

Robin stared. And stared. And narrowed an eye suspiciously.

"Talk? You want to talk?"

"I'm not going to threaten you. I'm not going to 'manipulate' you. I'm not going to fight you."

Slade sat down. Robin didn't, his grip still tight.

"Why?!"

"Because I want to learn more about you."

"Like I'd tell you anything!"

"Robin, Robin, Robin. I'm not going to ask anything that personal. Just simple things."

"Why? Getting to know your opponents?"

"No. Well, yes, but not for evil. Don't you think it's unnatural that we spend so much time together and yet we know next to nothing about each other?"

Robin blinked, lowering his arm. Slade, the man with access to probably more computers than Batman, the man with one of the most amazing minds, didn't know anything about him?

"Aren't you curious, Robin? I'm going to tell you about myself. Doesn't that make you want to listen? Come on, Robin, you always wanted to know who I am. Maybe this will help."

"But...why?"

"Because I want to."

"Yes but wh-"

Slade cut him off by pulling him to the floor beside him. Robin glared and Slade simply glanced at him.

"Why are you so interested in me, Robin?"

Robin stared. "Because you're a villain! Because you steal, you-"

"Red X steals. Dr Chang steals. Billy Numerous steals. But you're not obsessed with them."

"You-you get to me, you—I'm not obsessed with you!"

"Robin. Tell me."

"I don't know! There's just something about you, you're a mystery, I don't know what you want. Who you are."

"You haven't bothered trying to find out Control Freak's name. Where he lives. Anything about him."

"I know what he wants."

"And you know what I want."

"No I don-"

"You, Robin."

The hero paused. He had been shouting, furious, fists clenched, trying not to punch the man as he sat there calmly looking at him. Now, he stared, deflating slightly.

"M-me?"

"Yes."

Robin looked away, his eyes scouring the carnival below. It was loud, he could hear people laughing and kids screaming. He could see Beast Boy and Cyborg having a pancake eating competition. He could see Raven standing near a palm reading tent. He could see Starfire flying just above people's heads and wishing them a glorious new year. He tried to focus on them so he didn't have to decipher what Slade meant, but then he felt the man's fingers on the nape of his neck, and he shivered.

But not in a bad way, he realised, as the man began to rub small circles into his neck. But Robin didn't tense, he didn't worry that the man could easily shift his hand and break his neck within a second. He let the man do his small massage, still thinking, and then Slade's voice cut through his thoughts again.

"And I think you want me, too."

The teen shook his head, trying to deny it, but then the man slid closer.

"You trust me not to throttle you, Robin."

"I don't trust-"

Slade pushed him onto his back.

"In one minute, 2013 starts." He stated, hovering above Robin, kneeling beside him with one hand beside the teen's head, trapping him. "A new year. How about we try something new? And I'm not being one of those lovey-dovey men who give roses and chocolates. I'm talking about sex, Robin. I've seen the way you blush when I say that it's all about you, when I say that I have you to myself. I've heard the way your breath hitches when I pin you to a wall, wishing for me to take you,"

Slade leaned in close, his piercing, grey eye meeting Robin's masked ones.

"I know you want me, Robin," he breathed, and all sense seemed to vanish from Robin's mind as he turned into jelly at Slade's expression.

"Mm—I—"

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"Ready, little bird?"

"Five! Four! Three!"

Robin stared up as Slade unclipped his mask and pulled him up so they were standing, and then the man ripped off his own mask and he gasped, covering his eyes as the crowd screamed 'ONE!' and then Slade pulled his hands away, lifted him up, staring right into his stunning blue eyes as they raked the ruggedly handsome face, the white hair, the eyepatch, and then as the rainbow myriad of fireworks exploded behind them, Slade's lips crushed against his.

They kissed heavily and brutally, clinging to each other, with Robin's legs tight around the man's waist as their tongues rubbed against each other. The heat spreading through the teen was nothing like he'd ever experienced before and he moaned, gasping for more, clawing at the man's muscled back as he gripped the teen tightly, not letting him get away.

They pulled away for air, Robin gasping, his cheeks flushed. He was annoyed as Slade didn't seem affected, then noticed the bulge that his ass was currently resting on, and blushed brightly, making the man chuckle.

"I'm going to take that as a yes then," he smirked, and then carried the teen off to fulfil his new year's revolution.

And this year, it wasn't likely to be difficult to uphold it.


I hope it was okay? :)