Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans!! I wish I did, but I don't!

Pairing: Slade and Robin. Need I say more.

Warning: This is NOT a dark fic, it's slash, fluff, and sarcasm.

By the way: I do NOT have a beta, so there will be spelling mistakes. I do tend to re-read chapters 3 times before I post, but I'm only human and I can't catch everything. Please, feel free to point any errors out. Thank you!

A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I know this chapter is a little late, but I was having computer problems, but that's all fixed now so don't worry. This chapter made me laugh at a few parts while writing, so I hope you enjoy it.

And, if any of you have any ideas that you might want me to write drabbles about, be my guest and mention a few. Writing drabbles gives me time away from the story so I wont lose motivation to write it.

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Robin scowled and entered the men's bathroom, checking the stalls for a moment to see if anyone was in the bathroom. He then locked the bathroom door once the coast was clear, glanced around once more, and took off his pants. He then turned on the heat dryer located on the wall, and began to dry his pants, all the while a small blush flushing against his face.

The teen muttered darkly under his breath, glaring at the wall as if it was responsible for everything that had happened that day. It seemed his day was determined not to go right. It didn't make him feel any better that it seemed to be Slade witnessing it all. In fact, it made Robin feel self conscious, and he never felt self conscious. It wasn't even a word in his dictionary.

Apparently it is now…Robin thought miserably, continuing to dry his pants.

It unnerved the hero that Slade seemed to be minding his own business and not pressing matters or poking fun at his misery, to a certain extent, that is. It didn't make sense to the teen that Slade was being so…unlike himself. He hadn't pressed the matter involving his panic attack…

He seemed to take great pleasure in your little accident though…A voice in Robin's head chuckled, staring at his now dried jeans.

Robin glared and put the jeans back on, walking over to the sink and staring at himself in the mirror. Why was Slade acting as he was? Robin was used to fighting the man, being blackmailed, and angry with him…But this was entirely different. It was as they two of them had stepped into a different dimension and Slade was less an asshole than usual. It was extremely unnerving. Slade was making him feel weird, more than customary. Robin found that he was, in a sense, somewhat, looking forward to going back out there and seeing Slade, waiting…just…waiting for him. As if the man were his boyfriend, patiently waiting for his love to return so they could continue their date.

Robin snorted at the thought. Slade probably didn't even know the words boyfriend, let alone the thoughts of actually placing that title to Robin. The man was probably cooking up some scene to get to him, probably another apprentice ploy. Who knew?

Besides, Robin wouldn't say he was enjoying the time with the villain. By all standards, the teen would have much preferred going on dates with Mad Mod, Gizmo or even Kitten, before going on a date with Slade.

Well, maybe not Kitten Robin mused, unlocking the bathroom door, thankful that no one had seemed to need the washroom during his little escapade.

But, the teen wasn't in the mood to lock the man behind bars, and didn't that mean something all on its own? Besides, with Slade occupying himself with the teen, he didn't have time to try and 'take over the world'. Robin sighed. Slade continued to puzzle the boy. It was frustrating not knowing what lay beyond those crazed thoughts. What was Slade planning?

Robin wasn't too sure, but he was determined to find out. Before things turned…ugly. However, as Robin sauntered back to the booth, scowled pressed firmly on his face, he noticed the man follow him with his one visible eye, a rare and large smile gracing his features and suddenly…

Robin really wanted to test that boyfriend theory out.

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"I see you have finally recovered." Slade muttered, giving the boy a once over, as he seated himself in the booth once again.

"Yeah, took forever to dry the pants." Robin replied, taking a drink of his Lukewarm cappuccino.

"Well, I hadn't been talking about the jeans." Slade smirked. "But that raises an interesting question. What were you doing in there that took so long?"

"I had to dry my pants….using the heat vent on the wall." Robin admitted rather sheepishly, taking a large gulp of his drink.

The teen could have swore he saw the man's eye flicker in some sort of emotion, but it was gone too quickly that he hadn't had the time to decipher the meaning to it. Besides, the look Slade was giving him was positively evil.

"You didn't think to invite me? I would have loved to enjoy the show."

"Too bad you missed it. There were a few delicious looking men eyeing me once I took my jeans off." Robin grinned, pleasantly surprised and excited when Slade growled low in his throat. The sound sent a few shivers up the boy's spine.

"Don't worry Slade." Robin reassured when the man began to get up, probably intent on killing a few people. "There was no one in the bathroom and I locked the door. No need to get jealous."

Slade snorted.

"I was not jealous."

"Sure you weren't." Robin smiled, finishing off the rest of his drink, mentally chuckling when the man narrowed his eye, but sat back down nonetheless.

The teen grinned to himself, this whole, dating Slade thing could be fun. As long as the man didn't destroy anything, kill anyone, and…nooo, touchy. Robin had decided that his brain didn't think properly when the man did anything sexy, so, it had to keep its distance at all times. The teen was sure he could do that. Keep Slade away from him, he was sure that he could do it.

He was sure…wasn't he?

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"I'm taking you home." Slade declared once they had left the Café.

"You are?" Robin asked, a bit stunned.

"Yes" the man said simply. Beginning to lead them in the direction of Titans Tower.

Robin felt a small disappointed voice in the back of his head, but pushed it away. It was probably for the best that he go home, especially with everything that seemed to go that day. The teen hadn't realized until then, that he had forgotten about his earlier complication at the Carnival. Slade had kept him distracted long enough to settle down and pick himself back up, something that Robin admitted he was grateful for. Another reason for Robin to question the villain's motives and why he was acting, well not exactly buddy buddy, but tolerant.

"What's this all about?" The teen asked, catching up to Slade. The man glanced down at his company.

"Contrary to popular belief, I cannot ready minds. You must be more specific." Slade smirked, managing to receive a glare in the process.

"You know damn well what I mean." Robin said accusingly.

"I do?" The man asked innocently, glad that the boy seemed to be over his little episode and was back to his questioning self.

"What's in this for you? I'm sure people don't just dish out a million dollars out of the goodness of their heart."

"What about Bruce Wayne?" Slade asked carefully.

Robin's masked eye's widen somewhat, slowing his steps down a bit.

"Bruce Wayne?" The teen asked hesitantly.

"You know, the billionaire player in Gotham City, runs a family owned company, sometimes takes in little …orphans?" Slade explained, glancing down at Robin for a conformation that he knew who he was talking about.

Robin was stunned, not really knowing what to say.

"Uh…yeah sure, I know who Bruce Wayne is…but…what does that have to do with anything?"

"He gives millions of dollars out of the 'goodness of his heart', as you put it. Why is it so unorthodox for me to do the same?" The man snorted.

Robin crossed his arms over his chest, now glad that they were heading home. It was getting a bit chilly and it seemed the atmosphere between the two had been taken down a few degrees. The teen bit the inside of his lip, trying to quell the panic in his heart.

Calm down Robin, Bruce Wayne is a very wealthy and powerful man, everyone would know about him, especially someone like Slade…stop being paranoid.

"But, you're a criminal." Robin claimed, staring up at the man, not allowing any of his true feelings to come forth.

"So?" Slade shrugged.

"What do you mean so?" Robin suddenly shouted, making a few people glance their way. "You steal, hurt, and kill people and you want me to believe that you would give a million dollars to help rebuild an orphaninch? What do you take me for, stupid?"

"Well…"Slade began amused, intent on telling the boy exactly how stupid he was.

"Slade!" Robin growled.

"I have my reasons."

"What reasons would those be? If your thinking of getting me back as your apprentice, than you'd better think again. I'll never work for you!" Robin snarled, stressing the word 'never' in hopes that the man would get the point. The calming atmosphere was now completely broken between the two.

"Why I dare to repeat myself to a child, I do not know. But I have my reasons." Slade said coldly.

"I am NOT a child!" Robin yelled, having a few thoughts of who he wanted to slam his right fist into at the moment, all of them wearing orange and black masks.

"Then why do you continue to act like one!" Slade snarled, roughly pushing Robin into an alleyway.

Robin stumbled but caught himself, almost halfway into the dark alley. The teen paid no mind to that though, focusing more on the rather pissed villain stalking towards him at a quickening pace.

"Why can't you give me a straight answer!" Robin spat. "Why does everything have to be such a guessing game, a puzzle, a fucking mystery. Why can't you just say what you mean!"

"It's none of your business." The man hissed, backing the teen up into a wall. But Robin stood his ground, not allowing the man to intimidate him.

"None. Of. My. Business…" Robin snarled out coldly, surprising Slade at the icy undertone it held there. If he had been a different man he probably would have fled the area…maybe the country.

"None of my business." Robin repeated. "You could potentially want to take me away. Like last time! Torture me! Not allow me my freedom, my friends, to ever see my family again…to…to kill. And you say that is none of my business? Don't you remember how you scared me last time! I have the proof of that on my chest you son of a bitch. And you have the gall the ner--mphhh."

Slade effectively shut the boy up.

By placing his lips on the boy's own.

Robin was so surprised… so shocked, that he felt his knees buckle, his head swim and a gasp escaped his throat.

Slade released the boy, noticing that Robin was gasping.

"Now do you understand what I want from you!" Slade spat.

Robin could only stare, trying to catch his breath.

"I do not wish for an apprentice, least of all in you, boy." Slade growled out, placing his hands on either side of the boy's head, and against the cold alleyway wall.

"Then what?" Robin gasped out.

"I want you." Slade snapped, stressing the word.

Robin's masked eye's widen in understanding.

"Oh." The teen said lamely, looking away from the man's eye who seemed to bore into his own. Robin didn't know if he felt relieved or sickened by the man's proclamation.

"Are you satisfied, little bird?" Slade purred, doing a one-eighty on his emotions.

Robin wasn't sure he would be able to speak, so he just nodded his head for the moment, allowing the man to drag him back out of the alley and onto the streets of Jump City once more.

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The duo made their way towards the Tower, neither of them spoke. Robin because he wasn't sure what to say and Slade because he wished to collect his thoughts.

Robin was more shocked than disgusted by the man's declaration to him. It was surprising to learn the man's plan. Especially since it didn't involve killing or hurting innocent people.

No, Robin's inner voice stated dryly. The man just wants to fuck you into the mattress, that's all.

When the Tower came into view, Robin was relieved that he would finally get some quiet time to reflect on the days events. He had expected the man to leave him at the road connecting to the Tower, but when Slade sent him a 'shut up' look, Robin decided to let the man walk him to the door.

As they approached the door, Robin had an odd feeling of Déjà vu. In the numerous romance videos he had been suckered into watching with Starfire, the man always walked the woman to the door, and before he left for the night, he would…

Robin blushed hotly, glancing at Slade's back. Slade wouldn't…would he?

The stopped at the front door, Robin digging out his communicator from his back pocket to place it in the circular alarm system that would only open if the communicator was placed into it.

"Well, Slade I…"

Robin never got to finish his sentence.

Slade had planted his lips firmly onto the boy's and quickly took control. Robin felt his legs tremble slightly, before hesitantly kissing back. The boy hadn't ever really experienced a kiss like this, so intense and dominating. The teen moaned softly, feeling every tiny nerve ending stand at attention and flush small shocks through his body.

Slade mentally groaned at the boy's taste. He promptly thrust his tongue inside the boy's mouth, feeling that luscious quick tongue he so loved about the teen, trail over his own. Robin shivered and gripped the man's flexing muscles, afraid that he was fall and this magical feeling would be over.

But as if someone had heard his plea, and decided that Robin didn't deserve to be rewarded, a funny thing called lungs demanded that the air be returned to them. The teen's lips left his partners, breathing in a large gulp of air. Letting go of the man he had hung on to for dear life.

He hadn't even known his eye's had closed behind his mask, until he opened them again, noticing that the man was no where to be seen.

"Slade…" Robin whispered, breathing out another breath of air.

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As teen left to go inside, Slade watched from the shadows, a very satisfied smirk planted on his features. Robin had been flushed, panting, and submissive. His little bird was beginning to play the game and Slade had a feeling that, him winning, would be a lot harder than he had first thought.

But I do so love playing games. Slade mentally chuckled, leaving the area, intent on going home. He doubting even the ever annoying Red X could dampen his mood.

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Robin slowly made his way inside, convinced that, even though it was only 9 o'clock, it was time for sleep. Unfortunately, his team members had other plans instead.

"You kissed him! Yuck!" Beast Boy's voice echoed through the living room once their leader had entered.

"Huh?" Robin asked intelligently.

"We saw you and Slade at the door." Raven replied dryly.

"Oh…" Robin said, flushing red slightly.

"I am sorry, is kissing one at the door not customary after a date?" Starfire asked with questioning eyes.

"Well, Star…it is…but.." Beast Boy began, only to be cut off.

"Then I refuse to allow Robin to feel bad about his date. Rejoice friends, Robin has found a X'lorf." Starfire exclaimed, hugging their leader with glee, not really understanding the circumstances of the situation.

The other's glanced at each other, while Starfire ushered Robin out of the room, intending to look into this later.

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A/N: Lots of things going on in this chapter. I happen to like it a lot, especially all the conflicting thoughts and emotions that fly around. I don't want to lead into the Slash quite yet, because I've read a few fics where they go straight to the sex and I find it's lacking in plot. I have no problem writing sex scenes, I just don't want to jump into it too fast. But, don't worry, Slade won't make you wait too long. He wants Robin that much and Robin's a teenager, he'll learn to like it ^_~. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I was planning on updating Tuesday. But, if I get reviews, I must just update sooner hehe! 3

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Jayto.