Chapter 11: Meet the Titans
Disclaimer: See chapter one. I do not own Blackheart, M&M or Kitkat.
Author's note: As far as chapter one, it has been a while. Some of you may be thinking why did I choose Italy during the 1400's? It is quite simple; I like Assassin's Creed II. One of the best games ever designed. Since chapter seven, I believe that the story has taken a thought provoking twist. Do you agree that something has changed? Is it my writing style, the plot, the message? I would like to hear your feed back, but I believe that it has changed for the better and that I have improved in my writing.
"No, way! You're Dick Grayson. The ward of billionaire Bruce Wayne? Dude, I worship you!" Beastboy nearly fainted.
"Man, he donated to my dad's research for robotics." Cyborg added.
"Glorious! You are the picture of the boy that hangs in my closet. Do you wish to see all one-hundred and seventy-eight photos that I posses of you?" Starfire asked, clasping her hands together.
"No, Star. That won't be necessary." Robin stated, trying not to appear disturbed. "Speaking about necessary, if it's alright with you guys, I'd like to invite Slade over this afternoon. You know, for getting to know the team?"
"Marvellous! There is much to prepare. We will have the corn of pop, pizza, movies, games, sweets, and more. Raven, would you like to assist me?"
"Sure, Starfire." Raven obliged. "Beastboy, why don't you help Cyborg with the cleaning?"
"Aye, aye!"
"Thank you, guys. This means a lot to me. I'm going to call him right now."
"Have fun talking with your boyfriend," Cyborg teased.
"To the moon, Cyborg, to the moon!" Robin grinned. The Titans had a good laugh and went on to their assigned tasks. Robin trekked back to his room and dialled for the mercenary on his communicator. When Slade answered the transmission, he was drinking a mug of tea.
"Robin."
"Slade."
"I did not expect you to call me so soon."
"I didn't expect to see you drinking tea. What's next? Cats?" Robin quipped.
"Ah, my witty, little bird. You never cease to amuse me. So, what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
"First of all, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for you thinking that I was ashamed to introduce you to the team. Truthfully, I'm just not getting along with myself. And secondly, I wanted to see if you were still on for this afternoon."
"Apology accepted. If you are truly ready, then I would be delighted to meet your little friends. They were not bothered about my identity?"
"Aha, funny story about that. Beastboy and Starfire spied on me and found out."
"I see. And yet they were not disgusted?"
"They were blown away, but they are happy if I'm happy."
"Looks like you have yourself a good group of friends, kiddo. So, have you told them about our little escapade to Gotham?"
"Only Raven knows. She was strangely quiet when I told her about the rapes and what I did to Bruce."
"Hmm." The man grunted.
"Anyways, what time would you like to come over?"
"Around four. Is that alright?"
"Sounds asterous. See you." Robin ended the transmission. He performed a swirl and landed on his bed with a thud.
"This is the start of something new. I can get use to this," Robin smirked to himself. He landed on the bed with his arms behind his head. While slowly closing his peepers, he partook in a light snooze.
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After his twenty minutes of lying down, Robin had spent the last two hours aiding his friends with their preparations.
"Robin, it is 15:30. Raven and I will assist you in getting ready. Come," Starfire spoke.
"Okay." The three ventured to Robin's room and went to work with good earnest. While the girls where rummaging through his closet, Robin opted to take a shower. After removing his clothing, he stepped into the stream of hot water. Grabbing his shower gel and loofah, he began to scrub every crevice of his body until squeaky clean. Finally being satisfied with his cleanliness, he stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry his body. Putting the towel around his slim waist, he sauntered back to the bedroom. The ebony haired boy snatched a pair of black boxer-briefs from the dresser and skilfully clad them underneath his towel, tossing the towel to the side.
"We finally decided on an outfit. Try it on," Raven voiced. The outfit consisted of black combat boots, a slim, long, black sleeved t-shirt with slashes along the outside of the arms, a red studded belt and green skinny jeans. Robin donned the outfit and took a gander in the mirror; he was in high spirits.
"Let us make with the haste," Starfire uttered. Both girls led the punk to the bathroom, having him sit on the toilet lid.
"Alright, Robin. How thick do you want you eyeliner?" Raven asked.
"Thin is fine."
"And I will do the painting of the nails. Do you desire your black polish?" Starfire beamed, grabbing the skull shaped bottle.
"Please."
"You know, Robin," Raven finishing up half an eye. "Blackheart is my favourite brand for cosmetics. What a coincidence they we share the same brand."
"Yeah, isn't that something."
"It's not like you went into my room and borrowed it without asking."
"Pft! No, of course not!" Robin waved his hand dismissively.
"Mmhm.." Three minutes later, after the girls finished, they started on his hair. They did not use any hair-gel, for they fancied the new look. And before they knew it, it was three minutes to four o'clock.
0_o
"Holy punctuality, Slade! You're on time," Robin uttered.
"Did you expect anything less?"
"No, but it was four on the dime!"
"I aim to please," The man grinned, swooping in for a quick smooch. Slade was wearing a charcoal-grey t-shirt, a leather vest, black hiking boots and jeans.
"What's that you got in your hands?" Robin drawled.
"A present for you, little bird. Consider it an early birthday present," Slade handed the wrapped object to the boy. "Open it only until after I leave," Slade informed.
"Thank you and I will," Robin placed his present on a near by table. "So, this is Slade and as you all already know. This is Cyborg..." Robin introduced.
"Wasup?"
"Starfire.." Robin continued.
"Greetings!"
"Raven..."
"Hi."
"and Beatboy," Robin finished.
"Sup?"
"A well-rounded bunch. It is finally nice to meet you without having to kill you."
"Hold on to this one, Robin; he is charming," Raven deadpanned.
"You are quite handsome for a bad man. Please, let us journey to the sofa," Starfire voiced. Robin had to stifle a laugh when he saw Slade's expression from Starfire's comment. They were led to said area. There was an assortment of snacks and goodies—M&M's, popcorn, Kitkats, pizza and ice cream—the works.
"Quite the feast here," Slade remarked.
"What can I say? We like to be innovative," Robin shrugged.
"Alright, ya'll. We're gonna have ourselves a game of Twenty Questions," Cyborg announced. "You can start first, Slade."
"Very well...I have it." For the next few minutes, each Titan took a turn as to guess what it might be.
"Is it larger than a pound of butter?"
"Sometimes."
"Does it have four corners?"
"No."
"Do you hold it when you use it?"
"Yes."
"Is it pleasurable?"
"Usually."
"Does it have lungs?"
"No."
"Does it go in your mouth?"
"No."
"Can you put something into it?"
"Rarely."
"Do you use it at work?"
"Hopefully, not," Slade scoffed.
"Does it come in different colours?"
"Yes."
"Is it smaller than a loaf of bread?"
"Sometimes."
"Can it be placed on you head?"
"Not unless you're a jar head."
"Do most people use it daily?"
"No."
"Is it colourful?"
"Sometimes."
"Is it connected to a wire?"
"It shouldn't."
"Can you play games with it?"
"Yes."
"Is it made of plastic?"
"No."
"Is it fuzzy?"
"Yes."
"Oh, it is a stuffed animal!" Starfire exclaimed.
"Correct. One point for the alien. Alright. Who's next?" Slade inquired.
"I'll go," Raven replied. "I'm ready."
"Is it considered valuable?"
"Irrelevant."
"Do most people use it daily?"
"Sometimes."
"Does it come in a pack?"
"I wish."
"Can it be washed?"
"You better."
"Does it tell time?"
"No."
"Can you smell it?"
"If you don't wash it."
"Can it discharge waste?"
"Not by it's self."
"Can it be found in a class room?"
"Only if you want to be embarrassed."
"Can it be found in a bathroom?"
"If you're desperate enough."
"Is it made of metal?"
"No, that would not be fun."
"Is it human powered?"
"No."
"Is it white?"
"Depends."
"Is it flat?"
"No."
"Can it bend without breaking?"
"Depends."
"Does it have legs?"
"No."
"Is it smaller than a loaf of bread?"
"Yes, unless you like pain."
"Do you carry it in your pocket?"
"No, I wouldn't recommend it."
"Do you use it at night?"
"Yes."
"Is it a shot glass?"
"Wrong."
"Is part of it made of glass?"
"No."
"Is it flexible?"
"That depends."
"Do you clean it regularly?"
"Yes."
"Is it a common house hold item?"
"No."
"Can you sit on it?"
"No."
"Does it make noise?"
"Yes," Raven smirked.
"Would you give it as a gift?"
"Rarely."
"Oh, Raven! Get your mind out of the gutter? A vibrator, really?" Robin reprimanded.
"You owe me twenty bucks, Beastboy," Raven informed.
"Aah, man," Beastboy whined, handing Raven a crisp bill. The Titans and the mercenary continued with the game for another fifteenth minutes or so.
"Well, that was a nice ice-breaker," Slade voiced.
"Dude, Slade, why'd you choose a stuffed animal?" Beastboy questioned.
"Would you have preferred a M249 machine gun?" Slade inquired.
"Never mind," Beastboy rubbed his head nervously. "So, who wants to watch a movie?" He quickly changed the subject.
"Let's allow our guest to pick one, Beastboy." Raven warned.
"Alright, so, no Space Mutant Zombies?"
"NO!" Everyone but Slade hollared.
"Sheesh! Here's what we have," Beastboy gestured for Slade to follow. "We got... Somewhere in Time, Rocky, Predator, Patriot, Kill Bill, Inglorious Bastards, Django, Reservoir Dogs,-Brokeback Mountain?! Robin, did you put this here!?
"What?! No! Why would you say that?" Robin squawked.
"It is mine," Starfire interjected. "It is most romantic," Starfire smiled.
"Oh, right. Opps.." Beastboy smiled sheepishly.
"Pulp Fiction," Slade decided.
"Can't go wrong with Quentin Tarantino," Cyborg expressed. Slade handed the movie over to Beastboy; said changeling inserted the disk into the Blu-ray player and flopped down on the sofa. They all began to have their share of food when the introductory music played. Towards the end of the film where Marsellus was not having a swell time, Robin began to squirm. His face reddened when he felt his arousal straining against his pants. He was grateful that it was dim, for he would surly die of humiliation. Skilfully hiding his erection, Robin flipped over the sofa and politely excused himself. The Titans just shrugged while Slade had a smirk on his face.
When he was out of view, Robin sprinted to his bedroom and closed the door. He stripped out of his clothes and went to take an ice cold shower. After what seemed like an eternity, Robin called it quits.
"Unbelievable! The shower didn't do a thing," Robin muttered. It had been a long time since the boy last masturbated. Opting to deal with it, he pulled out his new, unused toy and baby oil from his night-stand drawer. The Boy Wonder had yet to use it. Crawling underneath the covers of his bed, he greased up the vibrator and gingerly slid the tip into his orifice, turning it to a low setting. A wanton moan escaped his lips as he sunk the toy deeper until the hilt. Robin began to move the man-made penis in and out of his entrance. "Damn," Robin panted. A few minutes later, he increased the speed of the vibrator and his thrusts. By now, he was whimpering and shaking from the intensity of the immense pleasure, for his penis was pulsing and dripping with pre-cum. It would not be very long at until-
"Robin? You've been gone for a while," Beastboy voiced, walking into Robin's room to the bed. Robin did not have a second to pull out the toy from his arse.
"Y-y-yes," Robin whimpered.
"Dude, are you alright? You look like you have a fever and you're shaking," Placing a hand to Robin's forehead.
"Aaahh," Robin moaned.
"Let's get these covers off of you."
"Beastboy, please, s-s-stop," Robin sobbed. Ignoring the objection, Beastboy pulled the covers from his leader, exposing his nakedness. At that moment, Robin screamed his release. Furthermore, loads of semen splattered across Beastboy's face, leaving the changeling dumbfounded—mouth open and eyes wide awake. Both were silent for a minute until Beastboy broke the ice.
"Well, this is awkward."
"Beastboy?"
"Yeah?"
"This never happened."
"Agreed." Beastboy assured.
"Great. Now, do you mind...?" Robin groaned.
"Oh, right. Duh! Lemme just use your bathroom to wash not jizz off my face." While Beastboy cleansed his face, Robin redressed himself relatively quickly. When ready, the two strolled towards the door.
"Ah, Robin," Beastboy stopped at the door, turning to his leader beside him.
"Yes, Beastboy?"
"Have you been eating a lot of pineapple lately?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact. Why?" Robin raised an eyebrow.
"Just curious," Beastboy smiled weakly.
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"I'm sure glad you decided to come," Robin mentioned. He had walked Slade out after the man bade them all a goodnight.
"As am I," Slade replied. The stars were exceptionally bright tonight. One could even see Jupiter. Crickets were chirping and the wind was howling. Slade pulled him in for a kiss. Tongues danced in one another's mouths. The man embraced the boy's waist while Robin grasped his neck. Robin nibbled on the man's bottom lip after Slade teased him with his tongue. The couple coaxed one another for quite some time until they required oxygen. Slade broke the kiss, pulled away and straddled his chopper. Putting the key into the ignition, he revved up the Harley. "Enjoy your present, little bird," Slade smiled softly. And without another word, Slade sped off into the distance of the dead of night.
Taking the elevator back up to the main floor, Robin eagerly waited to open said gift. He grasped the object and scurried to his room. Closing his door, he placed it on his desk and tore off the paper. He felt like a kid again opening Christmas presents before his parents died. The Boy Wonder found himself looking at a black box; he ripped off the lid. Behold, Robin broke down sobbing like a child at what he saw. It was a beautiful antique, singing robin, music box, automaton. He took the bird-shaped brass key and inserted it, turning it clock-wise. The red-coloured, full-feathered robin fluttered his wings, turning from side to side, opening and closing his beak, all the while singing his song in full voice. Robin recalled that sweet melody like a mother's lullaby. It was a family treasure from the nineteen-twenties, being passed down from generation to generation. When his parents had died, their belongings had been auction. Robin had no clue as to how Slade obtained it. Nevertheless, it was now here for Robin to cherish forever and ever.
Author's note: I guess Beastboy will be knocking for now on and Robin will be locking his door. I had fun with this chapter—writing the Twenty Questions, the embarrassment of Robin and the gift. If you have yet to guess, I love embarrassing Robin, for it becomes him. Also, I believe he has a certain naiveness about him, partially due to his one-track mind. You can tell by Slade and Red X's innuendos and Beastboy's...question. What should be next in the story, folks? Tell me and review.
