Anyway, he was only sitting there for ten minutes or so before Slade pulled him up and guided him into one of the back rooms. It wasn't the one that he'd been in the first time. This one had yellow walls that Robin found positively ugly. They were like the color of dried mustard. Everything else, however, looked perfectly fine. Once more, he was ordered to strip to his underwear and Robin blushed, not moving at all.
"Robin, do what the doctor tells you to." Slade ordered.
"Not with you here." Robin hissed. "And definitely not with the door open."
"Stop making such a fuss. You aren't a child." The man scolded. "Now I order you to remove your clothing right now unless you want to be in a lot of trouble."
Robin held his glare for a few long seconds before sighing and tugging his arms out of the sleeves. Slade had already seen him naked anyway. What was the use of maintain his modesty around him anyway? He tugged the dress up and over his head, folding it up and resting it on the bench. Then he kicked off his shoes so that the only things he wore were the bow and the black panties that hugged his slender hips and covered up his perfectly pert backside.
"Thank you." Slade nodded, and hearing the satisfaction and pleasure in his voice made Robin positively burn. He hated this.
"Alright, get on the bed and lie on your stomach." The doctor instructed as he pulled on some gloves. He watched as the boy obeyed eager to get this whole thing over with. However, he immediately began to squirm in insecurity and nervousness. He felt much too exposed in this position and he couldn't see where Slade was, making him even more paranoid. A cold wipe started to run over his back and he jerked in surprise.
"You need to lie still." The doctor scolded him sternly. "If you don't, I'll have to restrain you."
Robin stiffened at the sound of that and reluctantly stopped his squirming. It was hard, but the hero managed to make it easier by thinking up worse situations. He could have been in Slade's bed. Slade could have ripped the stiches out himself. He could be wearing a thong.
The doctor went back to wiping his back down with rubbing alcohol, making Robin shiver at the cold. He was absolutely freezing. The padding on the bed was chilled, not yet warmed up by his body heat and his hairless, thin frame did little to hold in any of that. The doctor finished sterilizing his skin and turned to his table of sharp and intimidating tools. Robin turned his head and snuck a peek, seizing up when he saw a small pair of scissors and a scalpel.
"What's that for?" Robin asked, eyeing the small blade.
"Well," the doctor began, deciding to amuse him, "I need to cut into your skin a little bit. It's started to grow a little around the stitches. It probably would have been better to take these out sooner."
"What?" The boy snarled. "Absolutely not!"
"Robin, it's the only way to get them out." Slade stated. "Let the doctor do his job."
"No way! Nuh-uh! Sorry." Robin shook his head wildly, sitting up. "I'm leaving."
Slade sighed. "And there's no convincing you to go along with it?" He asked the hero, who firmly shook his head. "Very well. Doctor, you may restrain him."
Robin reacted to that instantly and backed up to the corner. "Get away from me." He ordered.
"You're making this difficult, Robin. I was hoping that we could just get through this quickly and go on with our Saturday." Slade said tiredly. "Don't make me come over there."
Robin stiffened, remembering the last time he had defied Slade. Again with the fear and doubting. Sure, Slade had promised, but what if pushed him too far? He immediately regretted his hesitation. The second he lost focus, the doctor advanced on him and before he could move, a needle jabbed into his arm. He cringed and froze, his body tensing as he felt the needle slide against his muscle and flesh.
"Count back from one hundred." The doctor ordered.
Robin's eyes widened behind his mask and he made a desperate flee for the door. One hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight...
Robin didn't even remember falling asleep. It seemed like only a few seconds had passed. When he opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by the bright fluorescent lights that pierced his pupils and burned his retinas. He squinted and closed them again, waiting for the sensitivity to fade and once he adjusted, he slowly looked up to find Slade staring down at him with something that seemed faintly like fascination. He knew he should be springing into action at the moment, trying to escape and all that, but right now, he couldn't get himself to care. He was just tired. His limbs felt heavy. His eyelids felt heavy. Each eyelash seemed to weigh ten pounds.
"Robin? Can you hear me?" Slade's voice asked. Even though it rang loud and clear, his brain just couldn't process it at the moment. In fact, he could hardly feel anything other than the scratchy sheets rubbing on his bare skin.
"He'll have to stay here for the day until the drugs wear off." The doctor stated. "I can get him a hospital gown to wear, but the clothes he was wearing are too constricting and might move the bandaging around."
"No, I'll take care of him myself. I believe Robin would feel…safer with a bit of comfort and privacy." Slade decided.
"Very well. He'll need to change the bandages every four hours and reapply the balm."
"That's doable." Slade nodded and glanced down at his little bird once more. He looked so peaceful. Sleepy and dubiously trusting. The hero was like a tired little child who was waiting to be carried to bed. Slade could slit his throat right now, and there would be nothing he could do about.
He thought about this again as he carried the teen down the hall. He was already undressed, clad in nothing but his little black panties and the gauze that was snugly wrapped around his torso. His bow had been pulled out and tossed aside which was just as well, since his hair was now sloppy and ruffled up. The boy's head was nuzzled again his chest, almost in the crook of his neck. Eyes were closed once more, but the mercenary was fairly certain that he wasn't sleeping. Without ever saying a word, Slade entered his room and cradled Robin against his chest for a few minutes more before gently settling him on the bed as if he were a newborn baby. He delicately lowered his fair little head on a pillow and pulled the blankets up around him. "Sleep it off, Robin." He ordered gently. Turning to walk away, he felt something brush against his thigh and in less than a second he turned around to find Robin blearily looking up at him. "Yes?"
Robin stared at him, as if he expected him to already know the answer. His hand still rested on the fabric of Slade's leg and he slowly curled it into a fist, gripping the Kevlar weakly. Through that little gesture, a paragraph of unspoken words were passed between them and Slade sighed. "Are you absolutely sure?" When the boy nodded as quickly as he could, the man let out a small grunt and removed his armor and shoes. He locked the door and changed into pajamas of his own, keeping his mask on as he crawled into bed with the boy. To his surprise, Robin rolled right over into his arms, pressing himself to Slade's chest. For once, the criminal was taken a bit off guard. He had expected to just lie there while Robin fell asleep. He never considered that Robin might actually want to sleep with him. After a slight hesitation, Slade slowly encircled his arms around the boy and it made his mouth twitch slightly to feel his muscular arms in proportion to Robin's lean, delicate form.
"I better not hear you complain about trust ever again." Slade scolded him gently, but he wasn't sure if Robin had even heard him. He was already asleep.
Robin hated being sedated. The first time a villain had ever drugged him had been the most terrifying moment of his life. He had woken up with a bloody nose and soiled tights (he was just a kid), shackled to an examination table in the Joker's hideout. He'd brought that knife down, only able to slice a single inch of flesh before Batman came to the rescue. He had been lucky, extremely lucky, and even though nothing horrible had happened, the trauma nestled in his mind. After that, he had many problems with medical treatments and Alfred did his best to avoid using sedatives of any kind, but sometimes, Robin was forced to bite the bullet. Batgirl often cuddled with him after or even Batman occasionally. Thankfully, this little matter had never come up around the Titans. He couldn't imagine ever imagine Cyborg or Raven or even Beast Boy volunteering to snuggle up to him. Starfire, maybe, but even that was a shot in the dark.
When he woke up, Robin found himself feeling overheated and sweaty. He was pressed tightly against Slade's chest and a warm blanket covered him, it was all too much. Kicking off the blankets, he felt a rush of cool air smack at his skin and he sighed. That was a little better, but Slade's body heat definitely wasn't helping anything. He wiggled out of the larger man's grasp and stretched his muscles, groaning in content. It felt wonderful on limbs that seemed to be filled with lead and several joints cracked. As he pulled at the tendons in his arms, a heavy, firm hand rested on his shoulder and he turned around, staring into Slade's mask. He felt his heart sink a little in disappointment though he wasn't sure why. What made him think Slade would ever remove his mask for him?
"About time you woke up." Slade commented as he stood and cracked the joints in his neck. "I was starting to wonder how many sedatives the man actually gave you."
Robin didn't reply and shrugged. Suddenly feeling bare, he wrapped the blanket around his small form.
"I'm assuming you'd like some clothes?" Slade asked.
Robin nodded eagerly, then hesitated. Knowing Slade, the man would probably want to mess with him and end up giving him another dress or something equally embarrassing. "Just get me some pajamas." He yawned, reaching his arms up into the air as he walked over to the bathroom. He shut the door and started to relieve himself in the toilet.
Slade was shifting clothes around in his drawer when he heard the horrified cry.