A/N: Long time no see! Yeah, yeah, been busy with stuff and such… especially such. Such takes a long time sometimes.

AAAAAnyway, I'm back, for the moment, with this 2061 drabble! I asked what you wanted to see in the 2061 universe and got some really great suggestions! Thanks! Keep them coming! Also X-mas story-update at the bottom so don't forget that one…

So, this is for several people, actually… One, for example, is Joshthemonkey, but, since I'm such a sucky and evil person, he won't get what he wished for in THIS part… yeah… I split it up… because it was getting long… like this is twelve pages and the story is only half way, so yeah… at LEAST one more part needs to be written… and I will! I'm hoping posting this will be the kick in the ass I need, it usually works when I know people are waiting… ;)

New Point of View, Part 1

"I'm taking you on a trip tomorrow."

Robin lifted his eyes from the text he was reading.

"Really? Where?"

"Asia. We'll be gone for a few weeks," Slade told him.

"What? And we're leaving tomorrow?" the teen gaped.

"Did you have something else to do?" the man smirked.

"Well, I have a test in two days…"

"I think I can get you out of that…" the tyrant chuckled.

"You can try, but she's really tough…" Robin smirked back. "I have to call Emma… what about packing?"

"It's being taken care of, but if you want to bring any homework you have to pack it yourself."

"I think I'll survive," Robin grinned.

It had been almost six months, baby Rose could sit up by herself and Robin had settled into his new life. He worked hard between studies, the Mongrels and pet-duty, so there was little time to wallow in self pity. Still, an opportunity to leave the city, for the first time since he had woken up after his frozen sleep, was exciting.

A few things had changed in the past months. Firstly Rebecca had forgiven him after only a few weeks, just as soon as Rose, on a 'girls night' let it slip what kind of drugs Robin had tried to poison Slade with. In the woman's mind, Robin giving Slade aphrodisiacs was only romantic, not a crime. Between Randolph and Robin, however, things were still frosty at best.

Another thing that had changed was Robin's status, but it wasn't anywhere near back to the old one, not even among the Wintergreens. He was still a pet, but the board and Slade's other associates had gotten used to him and Slade was more lenient towards him now. Not even Rebecca made any plans with him without asking Slade first, however.

Some days Robin was actually glad not to have to make any real decisions, but on others he felt his connection to the Mongrels slipping, even though Slade had stayed true to his word and the teen was able to spend quite a bit of time with them every week. The work with rebuilding the parts of the city went on according to plan and a few houses were already finished. The Mongrels had learned a lot about the trade in the meanwhile and were enthusiastic enough to even mellow out the board's worries.

His true, behind closed doors, relationship with Slade was… surprisingly easy. They talked, Slade lectured, they argued and they fucked, and Robin was sometimes tempted to think of it as a marriage of sorts. He was grateful, though, for the pet-status, because that helped him put things in perspective. It was a like wall between them, and Robin was comfortable with that, because it was much too easy, after so many months, to just… well… be content. If he didn't have the reminder the collar provided, he feared he would just lie back and enjoy the ride, so to speak. He was aware that Slade had a bit more influence over him then he should really accept, and he had tried the boundaries repeatedly during the past moths just to see what the man would punish and what he would accept. It seemed, however, that they had come to some sort of understanding, and, after all the drama, the teen found it soothing. No doubt he would sooner or later piss the man off again, when he got bored, but, for now, he didn't feel the need to.

Robin got up from the couch, which he had occupied for his studies, fetched his phone, and stretched out on the bed to call Emma. The woman had really stepped up as second in command and Robin had withdrawn as their official leader and was more of a diplomat. People looked up to him and asked for advice sometimes, but the teen was adamant that Emma and the council should make the decisions. This had actually annoyed Slade a bit, who apparently was of the opinion that if he should be involved at all, it should be with a firmer hand. The teen just couldn't do that, though; he couldn't 'rule' the mongrels from afar, they needed someone who lived with them or things would get out of control. He did sit in on as many meetings as he could, however, and he still felt a strong connection with 'his' people.

Robin was on his stomach, and as he hung up, he felt the bed dip and Slade's hands on his hips.

"It's the middle of the day, don't you have work to do?" he snorted and rolled over.

"No, and I got you out of a test and a few weeks of 'school'..." Slade reminded him. "Isn't that worth anything to you?"

"A hand job?" Robin offered with a smirk.

"I think you can do better."

"Oh, I can…" Robin admitted, "But I'm going to be late for the lab, and then Duncan will make me baby-sit again." The chemist had been giving him lessons once a week, as things had progressed quite a lot in that area as well, and Robin loved chemistry almost as much as technology.

"I'll write you a note," the man promised.

Robin sighed as Slade started to unbutton his shirt. He had come to admit to himself that he was undeniably in lust with the man, even though there were no warmer feelings involved. He didn't get all gooey-eyed and flutter-hearted and he was thankful for that, because that would probably make it harder for him to kick the man in the balls when he deserved it. No, Robin kept a pretty level head around Slade, although he had trouble saying no when it came to any naked activities… so he would be late for chemistry.

The next morning Robin closed his carry-on bag after putting a couple of last things, like a notebook and a few pens, in it. He had brought a couple of books, or rather printouts in binders, with him as well. Regular books printed the last fifty years were rather rare, so Robin's reading-materials were mostly made up of reports and notes as well as written-down lectures and research-material. There were bound material as well, used in the regular education, but the teen had plowed through those pretty quickly and some of his tutors were now struggling to keep up with him.

"When is our plane leaving?" he asked.

Slade gave him an odd look.

"When we get there."

"Oh. Right…" Robin felt a bit foolish. Were there even commercial flights anymore, he wondered, and decided to ask Slade.

"The only regular flights are mostly for goods," the man told him. "I'm keeping the flight-industry very close to my chest. In case of a new war, I don't want everyone to know how to build and fly a plane."

"So I'm guessing little kids aren't allowed into the cockpit anymore, in case they might learn something?" Robin smirked.

Slade just snorted and shook his head at the silly comment.

"What should I wear?" the teen asked a while later, looking at the clothes which hadn't been packed for him.

"For travel you can wear jeans and a shirt," Slade told him. "The pet-tunics wouldn't be very appropriate outside."

"Yeah…" Robin grinned. "Don't want a riot in the streets after all…"

"You have become very full of yourself, haven't you?" Slade chuckled.

"Oh… had I been in the mood, I know what I would have answered to that…" Robin grinned. "And I can't help that people walk into walls while looking at me," he added with a fake, haughty voice.

"That has only happened a few times…" Slade snorted. People had been known to miss the doorway while their thoughts were obviously focused on Robin and the naughty things they would like to do with him. Men and women. Slade was both proud and a little on edge about the whole thing, but he couldn't punish his people for their thoughts. Well… he could, but… he probably would have to kill most of them in that case.

Slade snapped a leash to Robin's collar before they walked out of the building, but the teen was almost bouncing at the end of it with excitement. The man chuckled and his driver noticed the young man's enthusiasm as well.

"Good morning, Sir. Your pet seems happy about the trip?"

"He really is, Ben," the tyrant grinned and ruffled the teen's hair before grabbing his neck firmly and turning him into the driver's direction. "This is Ben, Robin; he will be our servant and driver on this trip."

Robin, who had been looking at the car, focused on the man in the driver's uniform and gasped. For a moment, if only second, it was like he had seen Alfred. When he looked closer there weren't much likeness, however, it was the whole, 'aging man in uniform', thing. Ben was younger, though, and not as tall and thin.

"Pleased to meet you, Sir," Robin greeted him. Slade might have said 'our' servant, and Robin knew he actually had a higher status as the man's pet than a servant had, but he was careful about being polite.

"Likewise… Robin, was it, Sir?" the driver asked Slade.

"That's right… like the little bird…" the man chuckled.

"Yes, likewise, Robin. Will it be fun to go on a trip with your Master? Very exciting isn't it? Ever been on a plane before?"

Oh no, he's one of THOSE… Robin sighed to himself. People tended to treat pets differently. Some ignored him completely, some leered at him, and some, like Ben, talked to him like he was four years old. I can probably fly the plane myself, thank you very much…

"It's very exciting, Sir! Are we going in this car? Will it go fast?" Robin could hear Slade trying to stifle a laugh next to him, but the man's fingers also tightened a bit on his neck. Robin knew that the best way to handle these kinds of people was to act like they seemed to expect, but his 'owner' obviously wanted to warn him about going too far.

"It will, but it's very safe," the driver beamed. "It has a bulletproof body and the underside has been built to be able to withstand mines."

"Master, will… will it be dangerous?" Robin asked, overacting with wobbly bottom lip and everything.

"Just get in the car, pet," the man muttered and slapped Robin's ass when he climbed in.

The car was spacious with a blacked out window separating the driver and the passengers. The seats themselves were the kind you sank into and the air conditioner made the leather pleasantly cool against Robin's skin. It was late autumn in New York, but the city had been hit by a bit of a heat wave which made the air muggy. As soon as Slade closed the door behind himself the man let out a small chuckle.

"You are making it very hard to keep a straight face when you act like that…" the man told him.

Robin studied his face carefully, making sure he really was amused, and not the other way around.

"Sorry," he said, just to be on the safe side, "but when people treat you like that… I was just having fun…" The man's words had told Robin that they couldn't be overheard here, so he could answer honestly.

"Yes, but if they realize that you are really making fun of them, they will get suspicious… You won't be the harmless little pet anymore."

"Was I ever?" Robin grinned.

"No, but you have to-"

"Yes, Sir, I know, I know…" the teen sighed. "I do listen to you occasionally…"

"Wonderful," the man smirked.

Robin rolled his eyes. After this long Slade had finally let the rules about the collar slip a little, and he wasn't forced to act like a pet every moment it was on, as long as they were alone. He had to still be polite, though, and follow orders, and if Slade felt he had deserved it he could get a flick of the leash or two to stay in line, something that never happened when he wasn't wearing a collar.

"Oh, are we rolling? The engine is so quiet!" the teen suddenly exclaimed and looked out the window. "It's electronic, right? I'm learning about the new super-cell batteries your team invented, does this car have those?"

"It does, although an older version. This is only used for city-transport, though, so it's sufficient…" Slade answered.

"I wish they would have solved that back in my day…" Robin sighed. "Electric cars were not much more than a joke back then…"

"They would have found the answer eventually; they were on their way… It just took too long to charge them and they ran out too quickly. Most hybrids were a dead end, since they need regular fuel too. Hydrogen was better, and we're still working on that, but electricity is so much easier to come by if you know what you're doing."

"Yes, you're using a lot wave, sun and wind-power, right?" Robin said. "But I was wondering… are no nuclear-plants in use at all? Mr. Song almost looked sick when I asked about it…"

"I've decided that nuclear energy is a thing of the past in human history. It was an idiotic path to go down in the first place. Yes, it was efficient and very clean when everything worked, but the waste? And the potential accidents? It wasn't worth it. If a wind turbine breaks down the worst thing that can happen is that it falls on someone's head."

Robin smirked and nodded to himself. The amount of energy they could extract from the solar-panels and wind turbines and so on had also increased with the technology, so it was far more efficient than it used to be. Also, of course, there were less people needing power in the world now.

"Which airport are we going to?" Robin asked, trying to judge for himself by the direction the car went in.

"Not any you would know; the Brotherhood bombed those to smithereens. It was just easier to build in a new place."

"There's only one?"

"There's no need for more."

"Is it outside New York?"

"Yes, just," Slade nodded, and then the teen noticed that they were on a bridge and he was leaving Manhattan for the first time since he was… well… defrosted. "Should that smile worry me?" the man asked.

Robin chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm just looking forward to the trip… what will we be doing anyway?"

"I will make sure some people have stayed in line, and you will do your pet-routine," the man smirked.

Robin's face fell a little.

"So… same boring meetings and humiliation, just in a different country?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"But we'll have some fun, right? Like can we at least go to a beach or… or… buy ugly t-shirts?"

"Something tells me you haven't been much of a tourist?" Slade snorted.

"Busy saving the world… and failing…" Robin added the last bit a bit sullenly. "Then I was busy trying to save it again… I mean, I've been all over the globe, but not in flip-flops…"

"Flip-flops?"

"You know, those sandals with the strap between the toes… often plastic?"

"Oh, yes, now I remember. Why on earth would you want to wear those?"

"I don't know, apparently you are supposed to, on the beach…" Robin shrugged.

"If a pair still exists and if you find them, feel free to wear them to your heart's content…"

"You know what, Slade?" Robin snickered, "No offence, but sometimes I think we are both crazy…"

The airport was as well protected as a secret military-base and they had to pass several checkpoints to get in.

"And I thought air travel fifty years ago had gotten a little unfriendly…" Robin muttered.

The car drove straight up to the plane, a large jet. Robin didn't recognize the model but the shape hadn't changed that much since his time. He knew the materials had, though, and the engines. They still ran on regular fuel but was more efficient and, as a result, more environmentally friendly.

Robin was so busy looking up at the plane that he almost didn't get his pet-face on in time when the door opened.

"Here we are, Sir, your luggage has been loaded and we're ready to go."

"Thank you, Ben. You are free to retire to your quarters, I'll call you if I need anything," Slade said as he grabbed Robin's leash. The teen followed him obediently and the fascination on his face as he walked up the stairs to the plane and then entered it was not faked.

First there was a small hallway of sorts and then a large compartment with a door at the end. Robin saw Ben disappear through there and, as soon as the man did, Slade removed the collar.

"Not that it makes much difference anymore, your insolence refuses to be bound…" the man commented at Robin's questioning look.

"When you're right, you're right…" Robin grinned and looked around. "Wow… Even Bruce's private jet at least mostly looked like a jet inside… what is this? Office slash living-room? Is there an open fire too?"

"No, there was a problem with the chimney…" Slade snorted and sat down in one of the large, stuffed seats while Robin walked around, discovering the fridge and, in the back next to the door leading to the servant's compartment, were a bathroom complete with a shower cubicle. There were several stuffed chair like the one Slade was sitting in, but also a conference-table and chairs, all built in, of course. There was a large desk as well and a few computer screens. A sofa along one wall folded out to a bed, and in the front there was a small kitchenette with a stocked refrigerator.

"We really have to have sex here," Robin blurted out. "I've never had sex on a plane."

"You seem to be forgetting that I know exactly in what places, and what positions, you've had sex," Slade smirked. "But, of course. It's going to be a long flight. Until then regular rules apply, though, so sit down and buckle up."

As the plane had already started rolling, Robin did as he was told.

"I can't believe you use a seatbelt," Robin told the man. "I mean, what OH MY GOOOOD!"

"It has a bit of a kick, doesn't it?" the man smirked.

"Uh-huh…" Robin muttered, his body pressed back into the seat by the g-forces and the steep climb. His fingers were clutching the armrests and he was swallowing heavily. He wasn't used to stuff like this anymore.

"Once we level out you won't notice the speed," Slade told him. "By then we'll only go slightly faster than an old type jet."

"Yeah… I… I'm fine…" the teen murmured.

"You look a bit green. There should be bags in the side pocket of the chair if you-"

"Shut up!" Robin groaned. "I'm not gonna be sick! It's just like I was walking around in a living room and then I was on a rollercoaster… no one warned my stomach…"

"So I'm guessing you're not up for another ride?" the man smirked.

"Huh?" Robin blinked. Usually he understood what Slade meant, almost instinctively, but this one went over his head… until the man patted his lap in invitation. "Oh… nope… all out of tickets for the moo-ho-oh, that felt weird!"

"Not the words I wanted to hear…" the man snorted. He knew what the teen meant, however, because the plane had suddenly leveled out creating an almost falling sensation for a moment as the pressure disappeared.

"Where are we heading? You haven't told me anything apart from 'Asia'," Robin said as soon as he got his stomach under control.

"Our first stop is in Great Britain to refuel, and then we'll go to Bombay, India. From there we'll take a train to Calcutta and then, via Bangladesh, into China."

Robin knew the names of the countries were just that, only names. The countries themselves didn't exist anymore; they were only geographical regions just as the U.S. was. The cities that Slade had mentioned had to exist in one form or another, though, but Robin had seen a few current maps as he had been studying and he knew that the hours he had spent learning geography was a waste of time now; many cities just wasn't there anymore.

Still, even though their route was interesting, their means of transportation was even more so.

"Train? Aren't we gonna fly all the way?"

"We are making several stops and not all places have airports… besides, I think you want to experience the new bullet-trains and see some of the land… didn't you want to be a tourist?"

"Yeah… bullet-trains? Really?"

"I knew early on that I would restrict flights, so a very fast land-bound transport system was necessary. I've had very large work-forces building tracks over large parts of the world for the last ten years… with enough people and incentive, it's been quite successful."

"You mean like 'finish one mile by noon or you'll get shot?"

"Something like that, yes."

"Ah… you should be a motivational speaker…" the teen muttered.

"You'll enjoy the train, trust me," the man shrugged.

"Or I'll get shot?"

"Yes."

"It's going to be great!" Robin grinned and clapped his hands hysterically before suddenly stopping and giving the man a deadpan look. "How was that?"

"I believed it."

"Good…" the teen grinned, "Then I'm safe…"

"Speaking about safe… here," the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial, which he handed to Robin.

"You snuck in booze? What if we get caught?" the teen gasped.

"Very funny. Drink up."

"It's the longevity drug, isn't it? You're topping me off?"

"It is and I am… who knows, with your prowess to getting in trouble you'll walk straight into a tiger."

"I probably will…" the teen nodded and swallowed the contents of the vial with a small grimace. "Tell them to add mint or something…"

Robin got up to explore the plane a bit more. The windows were bigger then he had ever seen on a jet, but they were over the ocean now on a clear day, so there wasn't much of interest to see. He yawned. It was embarrassing to admit, but he had had trouble sleeping last night, thinking about the trip. He threw himself down on the couch and stretched out. Before he knew it he was asleep.

The teen woke up and felt a little bit disoriented for a moment before remembering where he was. He checked his watch, discovering that his nap had only lasted for half an hour, but he felt refreshed and raring to go once more. He looked around, fully expecting to find Slade working, but blinked as that wasn't the case.

Slade was still in his chair, though he had folded the backrest down a little and he seemed to be… asleep? Robin grinned and got up silently. Slade slept every night as far as he knew, well, almost every night, sometimes he did work through it, but he had never known him to nap.

Well, Robin wasn't tired anymore, he was on his way to see a world he had never experienced before, and he was on this amazing plane… there was really only one thing to do…

Slade woke up when someone slipped onto his lap. A very naked someone, he felt as his hands came up to grab his assaulter on pure instinct.

"It's sex-time…" Robin purred.

Slade of course welcomed the fact that Robin took the initiative now, especially as he did it quite often. There was one thing that set the teen off more than others, though and that was the sense of adventure… get some adrenaline coursing through the boy's veins and you could get him on his back within minutes. A bored Robin, on the other hand, had the sex-drive of a piece of driftwood.

"I'm sleeping…" the man muttered, as he had decided to see what playing hard to get would get him. "Maybe if you wake me up in my favorite way?"

"Aw, man… do I have t-"

"Robin."

"Fine…" the teen sighed and slid down in front of the chair.

"You're getting better at this," Slade said a while later.

"What, was I ever bad?" Robin snorted, taking a little break.

"Well, fellatio is an art that benefits from the giver learning a few techniques…" the man smirked. "But, I have to admit, sometimes you are fantastic… that only seems to happen when you want me to come as quickly as possible, though… sometimes I think I should have you tutored in this too…"

"Yeah! Can I pick the tutor?" Robin grinned.

"No."

"Well, you know it would help if you did it to me a bit more…" the teen pointed out.

"I do."

"Right, like once or twice…"

"I never have to repeat a fighting-combination more than that, but you pick that up…" the tyrant muttered. "Go back to work… do a good job and I'll suck you off later…"

Robin did and was rewarded accordingly.

Hours later Robin groaned as he tried to get off from the desk after… well… getting off on the desk. The pilot had just let them know via the intercom system that they were about to land to refuel.

"I think we just managed the first transatlantic non-stop fucking…" the teen grunted and hobbled to his chair.

"Well, this flight lacks both flight attendants and in flight movies… we have to spend the time somehow…" the man shrugged, but gave the teen a rather smug look.

"I don't want to think about what you do when you go on business trips alone…" Robin shuddered.

"I work."

"Sure you do."

"I assure you I rarely leave the desk."

"Well, I haven't left the desk either for about half an hour…" the teen pointed out cheekily.

"Seatbelt."

"What? It's not gonna be as bad as-OHMYGOD!"

They were soon on their way again, without even leaving the plane. Robin looked out of the windows curiously as they stood on the ground, but apart from runways, a military-looking flight tower a few people manning the fuel truck and a low building there were nothing to be seen.

"Where are we?"

"Heathrow."

"No? Really?" Robin gaped and looked out again. The terminals, the large glass buildings, nothing was left.

"Where Heathrow used to be, I should say. Some outer runways were pretty much undamaged so it was decided to rebuild here."

"It's scary…" the teen muttered.

"It gets worse," Slade said, and he was right.

Robin had been to India before, although not Bombay, and the three things he remembered the most were the people, the traffic and the smell. It wasn't a bad smell, well… not all the time, but it was very distinct. The traffic was bad, though. Very bad. But now… Like New York the city had shrunk, parts of it leveled by bombs. The lack of people was the real eye-opener though. Robin was used, now, to seeing the streets in New York more or less empty, but here it was not because people were being kept away working, but because so many had died during the Brotherhood's experiment with biological weapons. The country which used to have over a billion people, now, according to Robin's current affairs tutor, didn't even have one million left. Granted, Slade's rule declared a very strict birth-control, as the man didn't want the world's population to grow out of control again, and without that there might have been more people around, but still… Robin shivered as he stepped out of the car with Slade.

"Spooky…" he whispered and felt the leash tighten a bit, a reminder that he shouldn't speak out of turn in public. Robin ducked his head quickly to show that he had understood.

They had taken a car from the airport, with Ben driving, and were now at a hotel where they would stay for two days. Robin was half dead on his feet, and a bit sore too after they had continued their activities on the plane on and off for most of the flight. He had slept a bit too, and eaten, but was still both tired and starving for some reason. It felt like someone had spun him around for a long time and just let go. Slade stopped to speak with Ben and someone else inside, maybe the hotel manager, and Robin was trying his best to keep his eyes open but was more or less leaning on Slade, sleeping standing up.

"Schedule the first meeting tonight at six, I think my pet is a bit jetlagged…" Slade chuckled. "Send up lunch for two as soon as you can, other than that I have some work to catch up on."

I hope he doesn't mean me, 'cause I'm VERY caught up… Robin said and tried not to yawn in the hotel manager's face.

Robin didn't even bother to look at the suite. He had seen enough luxury both with Bruce and with Slade, and fluffy towels didn't really impress him anymore. A log cabin would have been a hell of a lot more interesting. He fell right onto the bed and got almost ten minutes of sleep before room service came. Slade waved the servants away so they could eat in privacy. Robin didn't much notice what he put in his mouth but it was good, and spicy too.

"Did you really exterminating curry…?" he asked curiously as he had expected the stew they had been served to taste of it.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you told me so, a long time ago… we were talking about saffron, and-"

"Oh yes, I remember. Well, no, it was a joke, more or less. Curry, after all, is a blend of spices, not a true spice by itself."

"I… actually didn't know that…" Robin blinked. "So you have not gone after curry-lovers, then?"

"Of course not, I just don't care for the taste myself. If the supervisor in a region wants to divert some of his or her resources to produce curry powder and if there's a demand for it, they are free to do so. I do have a last say about what they are allowed to produce but when it comes to food I don't tend to be strict. I have more important things to do."

The look the man was giving him made Robin suspect that those more important things involved doing him, but he didn't mind. It was nice to be more important than a spice-blend.

"I'd like to sleep some more after this… I feel half dead…" Robin confessed, looking longingly on the bed.

"Of course. Just eat up and take a shower first so you'll be ready to leave when I wake you," the man nodded.

Robin was used to 'orders' like this, and he didn't mind them much. Slade was simply always planning things out beforehand, and decided what should be done in what order, and Robin was the same way. He could argue that, if Slade just woke him up half an hour before the meeting, he could shower then, but that would most likely lead to an explanation about how it was much more logical for Robin to shower first, for whatever reason. It almost always did. That, however, helped Robin to obey, because he knew there was a reason behind it Slade was not just giving orders, or 'suggestions', to be bossy. The teen was pretty sure that this was one of the most important lessons about the man he had ever learned.

With this in mind Robin dragged himself to the shower after stuffing his face. He was dead tired as he popped a Denta-Tab in his mouth and stepped under the hot spray. He decided to make it quick, but the heat and the rich scents from the soap and shampoo worked its magic on him, and suddenly he woke up, leaning against the tiles. He thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't fallen and got out, drying himself as he went. There was a pair of pajamas laid out for him on the bathroom counter and he slipped the pants on before going out into the main suite, leaving the top. It was warm enough without it.

"Did you fall asleep in the shower?" Slade asked him the moment the man spotted him.

"I was gone that long?" Robin blinked, having no idea how the man could possibly know.

"No, but you have tile-marks on your forehead…" the man smirked, sounding as close to cracking up as Slade ever did.

"Oh… kay… night…" Robin mumbled, although he knew that he would only be allowed to sleep until that evening. Still, collapsing on the bed again felt like heaven.

"Actually I think you better sleep on the pet-bed this time," Slade interrupted his decent into slumber-land.

"The what now?" Robin asked groggily and raised his head. Then he saw it, in the far corner. It was big and looked comfortable, with more pillows than a team of pillow-fighters could ever want, but… not only was it grating on Robin's still very existing pride, it was also soooo faaaar away… "Noo-oh…" he mumbled and buried his head in the pillow he already had.

"It's expected. You are only supposed to be in my bed when I have… use for you, that's the tradition here. If the staff should walk in…"

"Oh for crying out loud…" the teen groaned and then raised his hips, tugging his pajama-bottoms half-way down his ass and spread his legs a little. "Now it looks like you just had 'use' for me… happy?"

"No, now I'll have trouble focusing on work…" the man grumbled, but Robin couldn't care less, as he was quickly falling asleep again.

To be continued

…as soon as it's done! But I only have a page done so… but I'll try to write like hell! But not in a bad way! Err… Yeah… to be continued…

A/N:

X-MAS-drabbles update!

Well, if you read my "Delightful Drabbles" collection, or my journal on Deviant Art, this is not news to you:

I've started gathering ideas for Christmas drabbles. I will post one drabble every day, from the 1-25 of December, and it will alternate between dark and light drabbles, where light can be anything from fluffy to cracky and dark can be anything from just serious to "everybody gets raped and killed".

The rules are to give me an idea, or a word or a sentence, either light or dark…

The idea can NOT, however be:

a sequel or belong to any of my universes, it needs to be freestanding

a crossover

something very close to what I've already written, unless there's a whole new spin on it…

I'd rather not deal with characters I haven't written before

- it doesn't have to be Christmas-themed, but if you think of something I haven't done in other X-mas stories, go ahead!

I put all the ideas on my list and then pick my favs, or those who speak to me, from them! I've already started picking, and, in fact, one is done!

But I still have many gaps to fill! Especially dark stories! And I've gotten many suggestions for AU-stories, so a few more canon-like would be nice… Remember, it can just be a word, but a sentence or some kind of question or something would be nice too… And if you can come up with a nice REASON for Slade to be a real S.O.B, please tell me… I think I love the guy too much… ;)

Love

/Wynja

PS. I'm on Pottermore, so if you are too, friend me! I'm MagicHowl81 –cringes at username- WHY couldn't people been allowed to pick their own usernames?