A/N: Hello! Yes, it's Thursday, I've started working, remember? So far so good… ;) Jayto has checked this chapter once, but since I'm posting early there has been no time for a second check… hopefully things are ok, though… ;)

This is the second-to-last chapter, by the way, enjoy!

Oh, and if I may recommend a story? Tinclay PM'd me the other day, talking about a SladinX-story (not sure if that will be the true pairing, but you'll see when you read it.

It's called "Boundless" by Press528491 and since the search engine is down, here's the address, just remove the spaces: www. fanfiction s/6870320/1/Boundless#

Leave a review, and, I know I've said this before, but still: I almost never search for Sladin-stories… I read mostly original and Harry Potter Stories myself, though I, of course, LOVE Sladin… maybe I just write it so much I look for other fandoms to read? I don't know, but if you have written or read a Sladin story (needs to be slash and not a crossover) which you want to recommend, please do! Don't think I'm ignoring your story; it's simply that I don't know that it's out there! I also try to give helpful reviews, at least try to say WHAT I liked especially, but sometimes I too write "YAY! UPDATE" because we're all humans and we're not always reading when we're awake enough to form sentences… ;) Forgive me.

Black Sheep - Third Time's the Charm

Chapter 14: Dancing Queen

One day later they boarded the plane to Gotham. They had no problems with security, even though Robin thought his picture on his new fake ID looked a bit shifty. On the other hand, ID-pictures always did…

Robin was so used to his skin stinging that he barely noticed anymore. The aloe seemed to work wonders, and besides, you couldn't be a superhero if you couldn't ignore a sun-burn.

He settled into his assigned chair for the long flight and glanced at Slade next to him, giving the man a small smile. They were flying economy-class, just to draw the least amount of attention to themselves, and it was crowded and noisy. Slade didn't look happy when someone kicked the back of his chair and Robin's smile turned into a chuckle.

"What?" Slade muttered.

"It was your decision…" Robin grinned.

"And it was the right one," the man said.

"Yes, but I bet your knees don't agree with you," the hero snickered. "Anyway, Alfred is picking us up at the airport, and then it's all luxury for a few days."

Robin had told Bruce that he and Slade were to meet at the airport, coming in with different flights at almost the same time. They were a couple of sorts, after all, so it wasn't strange that they had arranged to arrive together. Neither of them wanted to reveal that they had, in fact, been together this whole time, not until they had, as decided, taken care of a few things. They both thought it was a private matter, only concerning them, and they didn't want anyone else involved.

The flight was uneventful. Slade suggested that Robin would lower his debt to the next level, which now happened to be nine thousand nine hundred and ninety seven, but Robin refused. There was no way he was going to try to fit into the tiny bathroom with Slade, and all the seats around them were occupied. He didn't want to be thrown off the plane, after all. Instead he napped against the man's arm, drooling a bit on his shirt, or at least so Slade claimed.

The wedding, they had found out, would take place at Wayne Manor. Slade had muttered about Bruce being cheap, but the couple had wanted a private ceremony, not only for themselves but for the sake of their guests. Many from the JL would attend, as well as the Titans, and no matter if they chose to come in uniform or not, their identities would be safe this way.

Alfred was picking them up as part of the safety measurements, and even Slade had had nothing to complain about when the butler had explained everything to them. Most guests were going to arrive through different routes the day before just as Robin and Slade. Only the manor's servants would be working, all trusted almost as much as the butler himself, and the food would be set up as a buffet to minimize the amount of required staff.

To ward off the media, a public wedding-reception had been scheduled the day after at a four-star hotel in Gotham. It was just a show, but also important for Bruce's business contacts, and, the man had hinted, it would be good if Dick Grayson would make an appearance. Robin didn't mind, especially after his scare with Luthor; the photos from that reception would appear in every newspaper and gossip-rag around the world, again showing the world what young Mr. Grayson looked like nowadays.

The day after that the newlyweds would go on their honeymoon, something Robin thought did bode well for the future… Bruce taking time off, from both full-time jobs? That was rare. He liked that Rose could make the man do that… not that the teen thought that she was exactly twisting his arm.

He liked Rose. Well, he did now. It bothered him that Slade didn't like Bruce, but, on the other hand, Robin was pretty sure it was mostly a front. He didn't think the mercenary had any real dislike for the hero, more than the fact that, yes, it wasn't exactly safe to be married to one… on the other hand, if Bruce had just been a billionaire business-man, Robin didn't think Slade would have liked him any better. He suddenly remembered something the man had said and chuckled.

"What so funny?" Slade, who had been staring morosely down on a platter of dry chicken, asked.

"Well, I just thought of something… you know your bike, the Harley?"

"You mean your bike?" the man pointed out.

"Yes, my bike…" Robin grinned. "Do you remember what you said when I told you that Cy was perving on her?"

"No?"

"You said that the bike was like a daughter to you, and you'd rather not have a Teen Titan for a son-in-law…" Robin snickered. "And now you will have a JL-member instead..." the teen teased Slade quietly. The noise in the cabin masked their conversation, but it paid to be on the safe side.

"Well..." Slade sighed. "As long as the Tin Man keeps his hands off my bike..."

"My bike."

"Right."

"We could have shared custody?" Robin suggested with a teasing smirk.

"Good idea. I think she misses me."

"Who wouldn't miss you riding them?" the teen smirked.

"Don't do that here, I don't have enough room in this seat as it is," the man snorted. "Not to say that I'm not happy that you have put that little misunderstanding behind you."

"Which one? The one where you walked out on me, or the one where you went against- mmpf!"

"Either one," Slade said, keeping his hand clamped over Robin's mouth. "Remember, princess, that if you get angry at me, Lex has won."

The teen's eyes widened a little and then he blinked before the blue orbs turned sharp once more.

"Mmmhp!"

"Now, you know it's true. Not another word," Slade told his little lover seriously before releasing him. Robin was, of course, not going to obey.

"So, what you are saying is that if I ever get angry at you again, I'll be playing into Luthor's hands?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's a load of-" the hero suddenly became quiet, and then a smirk lit up his sullen face. "Actually it's quite true."

"It is?" Slade asked, not liking that look.

"Yes... because Slade, my dear tiger... it works both ways."

Slade spent most of the rest of the flight trying to get out of his own trap, but Robin wouldn't let him and only smirked at the man's attempts to twist his logic reasoning until it screamed, just to have it not apply to him.

"But Slade, I never said I'd hold you to it!" Robin pointed out just before they landed.

"Oh, but you would…"

"Yes, probably," the teen shrugged with an apologetic grin. He wound an arm under one of Slade's and held on. "Anything to keep you on a leash."

The man only muttered something about an overdue spanking.

Alfred met them, as planned, and Robin chattered like an excited eight-year old all the way to Wayne Manor. Once there, they were swept up by the gathering guests, the last minute preparations, and, of course, the soon-to-be husband and wife.

There were questions, of course, like why Robin yelled out when someone slapped him on the back, and, when that was explained, why he had been sunburned in the first place. The teen waved the question away quite easily, but Slade had a somewhat more difficult time when Rose confronted him after dinner.

"Dad, are you hurt? You winced when you got up and you are walking a little stiffly."

Robin had noticed it to. The long flight in the cramped space had made the small limp come back, but it wasn't obvious. Rose, however, had sharp eyes.

"Oh, love," Bruce cut in, "I don't think you want your father to explain what it means when gay men walk funny."

Robin stopped breathing. He was okay with jokes, really, but this time his mentor had crossed the line by a mile. They were going to have to scrape him off the walls with spatulas. The teen closed his eyes. He didn't want to watch yet another parent die.

"Bruce!" Rose hissed.

"It's quite alright... don't knock it 'till you've tried it, Bruce..." Slade smirked and turned to Robin who had opened one eye a little. "Shall we retire for the night?"

"I...umm... yes?" the teen squeaked.

Slade put an arm lightly around the young man's waist and led him toward the stairs, leaving Bruce and Rose staring after them.

"You... you..." Robin lost his train of thought and his words at the same time.

"Yes?" the man prompted, as he opened the door to the guestroom they shared.

"You let him think that... that I... that you... and you didn't kill him! Why didn't you kill him? Who are you and what have you done to Slade?!"

"I was just impressed that he had the balls to go there," the man shrugged. "I'm not saying that I'm going to encourage him making jibes about our sex-life in the future, of course."

"Yes, but he suggested that you would... would..."

"Bottom?"

"Yes!"

"So? Like I've told you before, I never bottom, but that's a preference of mine, it's not because I find it shameful. Do you feel ashamed for bottoming? Do you feel I humiliate you when we have sex?"

"What? No! But..."

"But..?"

"You really don't feel that? That it would make you... you know... less of a man?"

"I haven't noticed that effect on you... have you?" the man smirked.

"But... you call me your princess..." Robin mumbled.

"That was meant to be teasing at first, not emasculating, and then it stuck... it's a pet-name... I thought you said you liked it? Do you want me to stop using it?"

Robin thought about it for a while and then blushed. "... no..." he mumbled.

"Good. Because I wasn't going to," the man smirked. "Now, to business. Drop your pants."

"But... what... now?" Robin blinked.

"Of course. You promised."

"I promised? What? I didn't- oh, no..."

"Oh, yes. It's time to pay, Princess," Slade smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Pants down and get over my knee. Now."

"I bet you can't even remember the reason you wanted to spank me in the first place!" Robin objected and crossed his arms.

"For including me in the description 'lowly, filthy, single-minded mercenaries'," Slade answered immediately. "And, of course, running after an armed man without thinking first, and generally annoying me on occasion. Now hurry up or you won't be able to sit during the wedding-dinner tomorrow."

Robin glared at his lover, but it was clear that Slade wouldn't give in. Why the heck had he promised he'd let the man do this?

"I wish we were still dying in the desert..." he muttered and went to lock the door while unbuttoning his pants.

"Don't pout, you know you deserve it," the man half growled, half chuckled as he pulled the hero down over his lap.

"You can't tell me this isn't to humiliate me..." the teen growled.

"I'm not. Saying that, I mean," Slade chuckled and caressed Robin's ass. "Now, I think twenty swats will be enough. I'm being lenient, since your bottom is already somewhat red."

"Yeah, well, thank you, Master..." Robin muttered. "Just don't expect me to play al- OW!"

"Now, I know it's strange for you, not enjoying yourself when you have your ass in the air, but it is a punishment after all..." the man told him lightly as swat after swat landed on the teen's behind. The hits weren't quite as hard as the first time Slade had spanked him, but they were more than hard enough.

"Ow! Don't-AH! Talk... like... ow! That!" Robin objected, and wriggled on the man's lap. Whenever Slade used that kind of voice, it always went straight to his groin.

"Oh, but you like any part of my body slamming into you, don't you? Or is it frustrating not to feel filled? Stretched?" Slade spoke in a purr, every other word accented by a spanking.

Robin couldn't answer, he merely tried to keep back the moans and shouts he felt building up inside him. Slade was turning him on, and it wasn't fair! The man knew that he loved it when he talked dirty, and Robin knew that Slade didn't mean anything by those words other than to arouse him. And it worked.

"Eighteen. It feels like you are up for some more punishment... do you want to be on your knees, boy? Bracing yourself on the bed, while I slam into you from behind?"

"Y-yes..." Robin gasped, as another swat hit.

"That's my horny little princess... and twenty..." the man chuckled, finishing the punishment. "Now get on the bed like you wanted..."

Robin's face was quite red, but he still did as the mercenary suggested. It was like he couldn't help it, and he didn't know who to hate more, Slade or himself.

A moment later he felt a soft kiss on his burning cheeks, and then one on the other. The kisses continued, moving closer to the middle, and Robin arched his back, spreading his knees even further.

"Yes... please... pleeeeeeease, Slade... Please... aaaahhh!" A hot, slick tongue was prodding his entrance, and Robin had to dig his nails into the palms of his hands so he wouldn't come on the spot. He loved this. Slade didn't do it often enough, but it was great as an apology or when the man wanted something... because Robin would say or do anything in the world for the mercenary in these moments, including, probably, shooting starving puppies.

"Oh god... oh god... yes... oh...yes..." Robin gasped incomprehensibly. The slick muscle was fucking him now, and, short of chopping his own hand off, Robin knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"I... I'm... gonna..!"

The teen felt Slade grab, or rather cup, the head of his cock, but if the man had tried to stop the orgasm, it didn't work. Robin cried out into the mattress and shook violently as he came.

Slade grinned to himself, slathered the hero's cum over his own cock and pushed into the wet, slightly open hole. The teen cried out again, and, within a few thrusts, was pushing back eagerly. Only moments later Slade grunted out his release, while Robin gasped out his second.

Robin woke up as Slade carried him to the shower and, after a steamy session in there, the teen sighed happily as the man carefully massaged the aloe-cream into his skin. It made the young man relax completely, and before he knew it he drifted off again.

Robin woke up early the next morning with his head on Slade's arm. He smiled and moved in closer, enjoying the scent of the man, the feel of the cool sheets and the soft bed. He knew that he was surrounded by luxury, but these three things, especially the first, were all he really wanted.

"You're cuddling," Slade suddenly grumbled.

"Well, maybe you should let me?" Robin suggested, but then sighed and sat up. "I'm getting dressed for breakfast."

"Maybe I should have let you," the man admitted a bit regretfully.

"No, we better get up, I'm sure there's a lot to do…" the teen yawned and stood up. He let Slade watch his naked ass for as long as possible while getting ready, just to make sure the man knew what he had just missed by being part of the anti-cuddle league.

It wasn't that Robin was abnormally clingy, but he did like being pressed up against Slade's body on occasion, and he felt like he was entitled to it. One of these days he would tie the man down and cuddle the hell out of him.

"The Joker called, he wants his grin back…" Slade muttered dryly and gave his young lover a worried look.

Robin's smirk only widened.

As they walked downstairs Robin marveled at the transformation the vast entrance-hall had gone through. The wedding-ceremony would take place here, since it wasn't safe to be outside due to paparazzi. Rose would come down the curved staircase and the 'altar' so to speak, would be in front of the large carved oak doors. It would all be set up an hour before the ceremony so the chairs and everything wouldn't be in the way during the morning, but everything shone like it had been cleaned with toothbrushes. Perhaps it had.

On the way to the kitchen they passed the formal dining hall where the dinner would take place. The door was slightly open and Robin glanced in at the already set tables. There were tables set up for food and drinks as well, although those were of course empty for now. One wasn't however; it rather sparkled with the wrapping-paper and bows of the wedding-gifts that-

"Oh, FUCK!"

"Well, yes, if you insist…" Slade chuckled behind Robin, who had stopped dead and was staring into the room with dread.

"No… We're fucked! Slade… wedding presents!"

"Oh… fuck."

"EXACTLY! I had planned to get back sooner and do some shopping, and then in Carson, I just forgot! Have you had any prepared?"

"No, my plans were similar to yours… You don't think actually showing up would be considered as…?"

"Not unless you want to spend the dinner explaining why we might not have…" Robin snorted.

"Right."

"Well, we better move! Come on!" Robin grabbed Slade's hand and dragged him into the kitchen through the smaller dining room usually used. That room was now half full with those of the guest who were early risers, like Raven, Superman and Bumble Bee, but Robin only waved to them and practically crashed through the next door.

"No running in my kitchen, Master Richard," Alfred's voice called out. There were several staff-members around, preparing both for breakfast and the wedding-dinner and Alfred kept a close eye on everything.

"Al! Trouble!" Robin hissed.

"Oh, my, what is it?" the old man asked worriedly.

"We... well… our missions… something's come up and... can we borrow a motorcycle for an hour or two?"

"Yes, I doubt very much that Master Bruce will need any of them this morning…" the butler said. "But why in the world…?"

"Shopping! Cover for us?"

"I'll try."

"Thanks!" Robin grinned and rushed out of the kitchen again.

"Will you let go of my hand?" Slade asked when they were half way to the underground garage.

"What? Oh, sorry," Robin grinned. "What should we get them? Any ideas?"

"We'll find something…" Slade said confidently.

An hour later that confidence had cracked rather badly.

They had borrowed a bike, sharing it with Slade driving, and headed downtown to the more exclusive shopping-areas of Gotham City. Robin had, feeling somewhat embarrassed, asked Slade to cover the cost of his present until they came back to Jump. The man had agreed after receiving number nine thousand nine hundred and ninety six in a public bathroom, which left Robin blushing for twenty minutes.

They had hunted through the different departments, looking at beautiful glass bowls, silver wear and tablecloths until Slade had claimed that he could feel his Estrogen-level rising.

"How about some nice wine?" the mercenary suggested.

"So Bruce can get her drunk?" Robin smirked.

"Ah. Damn."

"Besides, Wayne Manor has one of the most extensive wine-collections in the US… there's enough to keep them both drunk for the rest of their lives…" Robin shrugged and threw himself down on a bench. They had come down a few levels from the upturned-nose parts of the store to the levels where there were hot-dog stands.

"I guess money would be equally useless…" Slade said and sat down as well.

"Yeah… and I mean, they have everything, right? Unless you want to jump ahead and give them baby-clothes?"

"Hell no."

"Thought so… I guess there are experience-gifts… like travels and adventures and things, but I don't really think bungee-jumping would do the trick… Bruce would feel like he was at work…"

"Yes, and they can already go to any luxury resort they-" Slade suddenly stopped talking and looked down the main indoor shopping-street.

Robin followed the look and burst out laughing.

"We can't?!"

"Can't we?"

"No! Or… well… can we?"

"We might have to sweeten the deal a bit," Slade smirked, "but why not?"

"Oh… it's so baaaad! Let's do it!" Robin shot to his feet and then hesitated. "I mean, if you don't mind… you know… giving a gift together?"

"Why should I?" Slade said and looked surprised. Robin smiled at him until the man continued. "It's practical. Besides, I'm paying for it."

Robin kicked the mercenary's shin and walked away.

Slade cursed and hobbled after the teen, who was at least heading for their decided destination.

"What was that for?" he growled as ha caught up

"If you don't know, I'm not telling."

"Well, that was informative."

"Well, maybe it was just an allergic reaction, okay?"

"Displaying as a kick? And to what?"

"To jerkiness."

"I think this is one of those moments I need to talk to Rose about," Slade sighed.

"I don't know. Walking around looking at china-patterns for a few more hours might help," Robin muttered and then sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. Let's forget it, alright? I was being childish and you were just being you."

"I'm always me."

"Exactly. I should be used to it by now," the teen mumbled and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"A mood-swing? I knew we were in those stores for too long!" Slade complained.

"No," Robin grinned and pointed, "just something extra to add to the gift."

Slade saw what the teen had discovered and chuckled.

"Let's do some shopping…"

"Well, I can see myself living here, but the wood-paneling simply has to go…"

Robin heard the droning voice as he came down the stairs just half an hour before the wedding was about to start.

"Shift! Shield! Glad to see you!" he grinned at the odd couple. As they lived in Gotham, they hadn't spent the night, but arrived, along with some other guests, through the Bat Cave. Shift, who had been busy judging the décor, turned and smiled as heartily as he knew how. At least his mouth turned upwards. His hair was his preferred long blond, but his large eyes were a light, almost striking green color, announcing to the world that he was, indeed, rather special.

"Oh, hello Robin, very nice to see you," the shape-changer greeted the hero.

"How did the mission go? We haven't heard back from the customer," Shield butted in.

"They paid in advance, though…" Shift said, which, to him, clearly made it a done deal.

"Oh, it went… well, we'll talk about it another day…" Robin smiled, not wanting to ruin the mood. "Anne! Magpie! I haven't seen you guys in forever!"

There was some general hugging, and they were soon joined by the Titans East triad of Speedy, Aqualad and Flame.

"It's so great to see you again," Robin smiled. "Magpie? Could I have my bow-tie back please?"

"Oh, sorry…" The blond little thief blushed. "I swear I'm working on it…"

"Yeah, his way up to wallpaper…" Shield chuckled and ruffled the younger man's hair.

"Oh, my… very nice indeed…" Shift suddenly said, and Robin turned, wondering if the shape-shifter had spotted the chandelier or something, but no. It was Slade. And, though the man did look very nice, Robin didn't appreciate someone else ogling him… at least not someone as pretty as Shift.

"We're needed upstairs," Slade told him, without, luckily for him, giving Shift as much as a glance.

"Right… nervous?" Robin asked with a worried little tremble to his voice.

"Well, when Rose asked if I'd lead her down the aisle, I suggested that we'd go out the back door instead… you were right, she doesn't have any sense of humor at the moment."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I'm not… for our sake I hope she has lightened up by dinner."

"Maybe we should make sure that back door is unlocked?" Robin chuckled. They stopped at the top of the stairs as they were going in separate directions from now on. "Well, good luck. Remember that you are giving her away, not dragging her away," the hero reminded the mercenary. "I'm not sure what the Best Man has to do if the father of the bride won't give her over, but I might have to get violent."

"Might be worth it."

"I also might have to declare my debt to you significantly lowered."

"Ah. I see. I'll behave."

"Good boy," Robin smirked.

"Have you stopped him from kidnapping her?" Bruce asked nervously when Robin joined him in what was now the groom's dressing-room.

"Yup, he'll stay put… he might not be happy about it, but he will," the teen grinned.

"Good… good… best Best Man ever…" the Dark Knight said and checked the buttons of his jacket. He was wearing a black tux which looked so sharp it might be considered a weapon. "So, are you going to tell me what happened on that mission of yours?"

"Not today. After the honeymoon. Most of it was boring, anyway…" the Titan shrugged.

"Really?" Bruce narrowed his eyes.

"Um… yeah… a bit…" Robin looked away.

"Do I even want to know?"

"Doubtful."

"Fine." The man checked his watch. "Well… it's time…"

"You look like you are gonna run…" the teen grinned.

"I never thought I'd get nervous!" Bruce muttered irritably.

"Ah, just pretend that instead of our best friends and the love of your life, you are going out there to face the joined forces of the Joker, Two-Face and Poison Ivy," Robin suggested.

"Ah… thank you. I feel much better now," the millionaire grinned. "Oh, god, you have the rings, right?!"

There was a knock on the door and Alfred, who was serving as a Groomsman, or really an extra Best Man, put his head in.

"If you are ready, Master Bruce?"

"We are," Robin grinned.

A little while later they were standing in front of the altar. The marriage officiant was, Robin discovered with a bit of surprise, Superman. Since the teen hadn't been involved much in the wedding and only found out that he was going to be Best Man last night, he realized that there were a lot of things he had missed out on.

"Sorry I wasn't here to throw you a bachelor-party…" he whispered to Bruce, who was trying not to rock on his heels as his eyes were glued to the staircase.

"Why did you think we kept it all to ourselves?" the man smirked.

"Well, I'll get you one later…" the teen threatened. "Oh, by the way, does Rose have bridesmaids or something?"

"Well, since she had no-one to invite, she had to borrow some…" Bruce chuckled softly. "You'll see…"

At that moment the music started and the guests stood up.

Robin couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise as, coming down the stairs, were Starfire and Raven, in matching beautiful dresses in a lilac hue.

"Raven in a dress?" Robin hissed. "How did she get her to agree to that?!"

"Let's just say that Raven is both her something borrowed and something blue…" Bruce grinned.

A strange sort of sigh was heard from their guests as Rose appeared on the arm of Slade. Robin heard Bruce swallow loudly, but was too busy gaping to make fun of him. The white-haired woman was simply beautiful in a wide, feminine dress which still didn't look like an overblown wedding-cake with whipped cream.

She had a large bouquet with white and lilac roses in the same shade as the bridesmaids' dresses, and now Robin discovered that the floral decorations down the aisle also were in those colors, in fact everything was, but it was subtle. He hadn't quite noticed that before, but, after all, he was male. Flowers and decorations normally didn't register much.

The giving of the bride went surprisingly smoothly, and Robin smiled proudly at a slightly grumpy Slade.

The rest of the ceremony was shorter than Robin had feared, but very beautiful, and the teen had to blink a bit when the couples said their vows. Robin provided the rings and a moment later Clark pronounced them husband and wife.

After congratulating the couple, the guests were shown into the dining-hall, while the main wedding-party stayed behind.

"You look absolutely beautiful!" Robin told Rose.

"Yes, my girl cleans up well, doesn't she?" Slade smirked.

"Dad!"

"Just joking. You look just like a prince-OW-queen." The man quickly changed the term after getting an elbow in the side from Robin.

"Not that I don't agree, but I have dibs on that title," Robin muttered and then blushed as eyebrows were raised in his direction.

"Of course," Slade smirked. "Now, has anyone explained to you the traditions involving the Best Man and the bride's father?"

"No?"

"Then I'll be happy to make some up…"

"Before the groom submits to his urge to hurt the bride's father, maybe we should have dinner?" Bruce suggested dryly.

"Good idea," Robin nodded.

"Yes. Gives me more time to come up with those traditions…" Slade smirked.

"Father, behave," Rose hissed.

Slade sighed the sigh of every misunderstood man on earth and nodded before reaching out his arm to Robin.

"I'll escort you in. It's tradition. Trust me."

"I'll pretend to be stupid just this once…" Robin grinned and took the man's arm.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Hope you liked it!