The first thing that Robin noticed when he woke up was how bad it smelled. The second thing he noticed was how hard the surface he was sleeping on was. He opened his eyes and sat up to find himself on the floor of a cell, lying in a pool of urine. That made sense. He stood and sighed in irritation. Fucking useless pampers.
"Ooh! Slade! He's awake!" Red called. Robin turned around to find the thief sitting in front of the cell by the entrance. He looked over the boy and chuckled. "You are going to have such a fun time with us." He murmured with a hint of dark humor in his voice.
Robin turned towards the door and watched as Slade entered the room, his stomach slipping into knots. The man looked him up and down, making the young hero feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. As his eyes lowered to the large wet stain on Robin's pants and then to the puddle of urine on the floor, Robin couldn't fight back the urge to blush and tug his shirt down a little. He had never been in such a situation before. Other than Bruce and Alfred, nobody ever knew and they had made things easy by acting as if nothing was wrong with him at all. If something leaked, they paid it no attention and gave him the opportunity to slip out of the room, no questions asked. These men, however, gave him no such favors. The studied him like art in a museum and it made him squirm.
"Alright, let's get you clean." Slade sighed, as if it was the most bothersome thing that had ever happened to him. "I would have thought that such a big strong boy like you would have been over such infantile habits." He commented and even with such a serious tone, it was clear to Robin that he was being mocked.
"Shut up." Was all Robin could think of at the moment. His mind was clouded by mortification and shame as he was led out of the room and down a long hallway with Red close behind. Finally, Slade stopped in front of a door and opened it up, pushing him inside. The two men then followed him in. Robin turned around and without warning there were fingers slipping under his waistband. His tights were yanked down and cold air hit his damp legs, making him shiver. He let out an alarmed shriek and sprang away from them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He angrily demanded to know.
"You smell like a potty training toddler." Slade stated, nodding to the bathtub. Robin hadn't noticed, but it was filled with water and there were already spare clothes on the bathroom counter.
"I can do it by myself." The hero insisted. He shifted self-consciously in his pull-up which was a little more noticeable than he would have preferred.
"No." Slade replied easily. He reached for Robin's shirt but he scrambled away.
"Aw, come on, Slade. The poor kid doesn't want to get naked in front of you. You're old and he's like twelve." Red shrugged.
"Sixteen." Robin growled.
"I was joking." Red retorted. "Anyways, just let him clean up on his own."
Slade stared at the boy for a few long moments before turning. "Alright. Robin, you are to bathe and dress. Once you are finished, come out and walk to the very end of the hallway. If you don't obey-."
"Pictures, I know." Robin huffed unhappily. The two villains left him to wash up and only then did he strip, toss his soaked pull-up in the trash, and slide into the hot water. He wasn't quite sure when the last time he'd gone was, so he wasted no time washing himself, especially his groin and leg which were getting a bit irritated. Once he was clean, he drained the tub and wrapped himself in the towel provided, quickly drying himself off. He stepped out and reached over to grab the clothing provided. However, when he realized that there was no pull-up or diaper of any kind waiting for him, his stomach did a flip. He pulled on the oversized tee shirt and hesitated before grabbing boxers as well and slipping into those. He felt anxiety well up in his chest. He was unprotected. He could have an accident any second and there was nothing he could do about it. Abandoning his soiled costume on the floor, he fled the bathroom and ran down the hall to a large area that looked quite a bit like the main room in the Titan's tower with a surveillance and computer area, a couch, and even a small kitchen. Slade was in his "throne" by the computers and Red was draped over the couch.
"Look who it is! Enjoy your bath?" Red asked.
Robin ignored him completely, walking over to Slade. "Slade!"
The mercenary calmly turned to look at him. "Yes, Robin? Is something the matter?"
"Yes!" Robin frowned. "There was no…" He coughed embarrassedly, "you know."
"But I'm afraid I don't. If there is something you need, you'll need to be very clear." Slade replied.
Robin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He really didn't want to, but time was ticking by and he was in danger of having an accident any second. He sighed and looked around. "A diaper, Slade." He scowled. "I need a diaper."
"A sixteen year old boy needing a diaper? Very unlikely." Slade scoffed. "And why, exactly, would you need such an infantile garment?"
"Because." Robin mumbled, feeling both Slade's and Red's eyes on him.
"Because why?" Slade urged.
"Because fatal stab wounds have rendered me incontinent and if you don't give me a fucking diaper I'm going to piss on your floor!" Robin snapped, humiliated tears welling up behind the mask.
"No shit?" Red gaped. "Who the hell stabbed you? Are there scars?"
Again, he was ignored. "I'll give you a diaper, but you must remove your mask." Slade bargained.
"No way. Absolutely not." Robin glared at him.
"Why not? It's not like we haven't seen your face." Red shrugged. "I mean, we did plant a camera in your bathroom. Nice ass by the way." He added slyly.
Robin turned positively red. "I'd rather piss myself than take off my mask." He replied firmly.
Slade sighed in what sounded like irritation. "Okay, Robin. Here are your options. You can take off the mask all on your own and I'll give you your much needed diapers or you can wet yourself like a little boy and we'll rip it off."
Robin glared into his eye, but the man was sturdy like a mountain. He wasn't going to waver, ever. Finally, he let out a defeated sigh and bowed his head, slowly peeling away the small mask. He kept his eyes cast downward.
"Look at me, Robin." Slade ordered. "And I'll give you your diaper."
Burning red in the face, Robin slowly looked up, doing his best to look intimidating without the cold mystery of his mask. "Now give it."
Slade nodded and presented the baby garment to Robin. "Thank you, Robin. If you wish, you may change here or in the bathroom, or one of us will help you."
Robin gasped at the very idea and sputtered in humiliation, snatching the diaper and storming off to the bathroom.