A/N: The alert-mails are still not working, I don't think, so I don't get review-alerts and you don't get update-alerts… at least I don't think you do… but I can still READ reviews online, so I'm gonna do another vote today… Yesterday "The Assignment" won and got posted, in case you missed that one…

The Best Christmas Present Ever

20th of December 2009 (Sunday)

Teen Titan's Log

Creator: Cyborg the Amazing Genius
Date: December 20, 2009, 6:12 PM

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Didn't have time to write yesterday, it was all pretty crazy…

Today has been busy too, but now it all seems to have calmed down, finally. We came home about an hour ago. There was this crazy dare at the H.I.V.E-academy, were the winner was the one who had stolen the most Santa-hats. They were all over the city the little bastard, and it took some time to spoil their fun, but we did it. As we had our hands full, I ran into Red X being chased by the cops. I tripped him, but as the boys in blue got to him, I told them to just take the loot off him and let him go… I mean, they can't hold him anyway… they got a bit miffed and told me to mind my own business, so I did, and didn't say anything when Red slipped out off the cuffs behind their backs and took off. He waved at me and blew me a kiss.

I'll get him after New Years.

I'm going to Slade's in a while. God, that sounds strange… Feels strange too. We were supposed to meet last night, but there was trouble. Where is the Christmas spirit this year? Seems everyone gone crazy… maybe they are battling it out for 'top dog' now that Slade is supposedly out of the game…

Anyway, I actually felt disappointed last night! Got a bit teased by the team too… forget 'a bit' by the way… Raven was nice, though, she suggested I could take off as we started to wrap things up, but I would never leave them for Slade! I mean, not in the middle of a mission… I told her as much, and she seemed relieved…

Anyway, I'm… a bit nervous. I wish I knew what was going to happen so I could prepare. On the other hand, I am supposed to decide what will happen, according to Slade… He's evil. I mean, all I want is to know that he'll stop if I ask him too… stop what, however, I think should be a bit up to him… not everything, naturally, but how the hell am I supposed to know what to do? It's like trying to read the menu at a Chinese place and finding that it is actually in Chinese… what do you do then? Point at something and hope for the best? I don't think I'm brave enough to try that… And I do want to try a few more things. I want to touch him. That's the main thing, I think. I really, really, want to touch him. With no clothes on. I just have to find out what the body really feels like!

I- Fuck! Alarm!

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Teen Titan's Log

Creator: Cyborg the Amazing Genius
Date: December 20, 2009, 8:22 PM

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I didn't expect to be stood up two nights in a row. 'Stood up' is an unfair term, however. I'm pretty sure Robin didn't start the fire in that mall just to get out of having dinner with me… although it would be quite interesting if he did.

I have been following the news, but staying out of his way. It's important that the next step will be his, especially after the little 'rough patch' we hit…

Alas, no such steps seem to be taken tonight… I'm going to work out for an hour and then get a few hours of sleep. I have been neglecting both of these necessities lately, and I need to be alert with my little bird around, after all… with work too, unfortunately, as Kitten is getting more hysterical about shopping with every day. Strangely enough, all the things she buys seem to be for herself…

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Robin coughed and leaned on the car, ignoring Cyborg's glare as he did so. The fire had been small, but the smoke had completely filled the medium-sized mall, and Robin and his team had spent the last couple of hours making sure everyone was out, including the inhabitants of a rather big pet-shop. Starfire now wanted a bunny, Raven wanted a black Mynah Bird, Beast Boy and Cyborg wanted a puppy and Robin just wanted to go home.

After clearing the place, the Titan's, under the direction of Robin, had used their powers to air it out, minimizing the smoke-damage, and, after a few more hours of work from the clean-up crew, most of the mall would probably be able to open tomorrow.

Robin sighed and looked at his watch. It was past ten. But Slade would still be up, right? Perhaps he could…?

"Hey guys, I'm taking off… don't wait up for me, okay?" he called.

"Going to Slade's?" Cyborg smirked.

"I'll have my communicator…" Robin nodded, trying to avoid the subject.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Beast Boy called merrily.

"Hey, give the guy a break… if he didn't, he wouldn't even get to first base…" Cyborg snickered.

Robin stood outside Slade's door, trying to decide whether or not to ring the bell. He had easily picked the lock for the downstairs door, but he wasn't suicidal enough to try to break into the apartment itself. He had a bit of cold feet, however… disturbing Slade this late, how would that make him look? Desperate? Horny? Well, apart from the fact that he was both of those, to a certain degree at least, Robin didn't want Slade to know that. The problem was that he wasn't a coward, and, somehow, his finger has just pushed the bell.

Robin stared at his finger like it had done something very rude and inappropriate, and then the door opened and he got something else to stare at.

Slade had come to the door wearing nothing but long sleep-pants.

"Hungry?" the man grinned, as he noticed the boy's look, although it had very little to do with real hunger.

Robin finally managed to get his eyes to a respectable level and meet Slade's. He noticed that the man's hair seemed even more tousled than usual.

"W-were you asleep?"

"Actually, yes.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-" Robin was about to turn around, when Slade opened the door wider and stepped aside.

"Come in."

Robin's feet decided for him, and soon he was standing in the living-room again.

"I saw the news." Slade told him as he walked past and into, what Robin assumed was, his bedroom. "Which is a good thing, or I would have thought you had started smoking."

Robin looked himself over.

"I stink?"

"Like a chain-smoker." Slade smirked as he appeared again, handing Robin two towels and what looked like a bundle of clothes. "The bathroom is through there." The man said, pointing towards his bedroom "I'll make us something to eat in the mean-time."

"But I-"

"You are not sitting down on my couch like that, and you missed dinner. No discussion."

"Never thought you were such a neat-freak…" Robin chuckled as he walked towards the room.

"You don't know me at all, then…" Slade grinned back and headed for the kitchen.

Walking into Slade's bedroom made all kinds of things tingle. Where the living room had been very light, this room was done in mostly dark browns, earthy colors. The exceptions were the sheets, which were a pristine white, the comforter tossed to the side as Slade had just gotten up from the bed. Robin hesitated. He heard the man moving around in the kitchen and quickly leaned forwards, feeling the mattress. Still warm. He blushed and hurried into the bathroom, muttering to himself under his breath.

I'm just sick or something… what will I do next? Smell his underwear? Steal them? I'll probably get locked up if someone found out...

The bathroom was big, with white and green tiles which somehow managed not to look weird or tacky. The corner shower was as complicated as the coffee-machine, and Robin started to suspect that Slade was a bit of a technophile… which worked out, since he was one too… he just usually preferred smaller, less domestic gadgets.

He undressed, making sure that the door was locked. Twice. He then peeled off his mask as well. No real point keeping it on, and his eyes were a bit sore as some of the smoke had managed to get into them. He stepped into the shower cubicle and eventually he got the thing to work without him being scalded or molested by it, and it turned out to be one of the best showers in his life, up to date.

Robin dried off quickly and, after slipping on his underwear, he looked at the clothes Slade had lent him. Putting on his uniform again was out of the question. Not only did it stink, it was also rather sooty in places, so he was left to the mercy of Slade's fashion sense. He couldn't stay in the towel, because that, Robin suspected, would be like walking into a tiger-cage dressed in meat…

Luckily the man hadn't given him anything weird, like, say, a schoolgirl's uniform; it was just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

At least a schoolgirl's uniform might FIT better…Robin thought bitterly to himself a few minutes later, as he had finished dressing. The pants had a drawstring, luckily, but had to be folded up several times. The t-shirt was form-fitting, but not to Robin's form, and reached down to his upper thighs. The teen sighed and pulled his fingers through his damp hair, as he didn't have a comb. He stole some toothpaste and rinsed his mouth with it, to remove the slight hint of ash he could taste, but, after that, he couldn't stall any longer, and he shuffled out into the living room again, his own clothes and boots bundled up in his arms, the mask on top of them.

Slade just returned from the kitchen with a tray, and put it down on the table, glancing at Robin and grinning.

"You look like you are wearing some kind of tribal dress." the man said.

"Yeah, well, not everyone can be abnormally huge." Robin snorted and then wanted to bite his tongue. He expected Slade to answer something along the way of asking him if he wanted to see something else 'abnormally huge', but the man just chuckled and gestured for him to sit down.

Robin put his things down by the door first; making sure his communicator was on and easy to reach, should there be another emergency tonight. He then went back to the couch and curled up, tucking his naked feet in under himself for warmth.

He was handed a warm mug and looked down in it, expecting coffee or cocoa. Instead he saw a thick beverage, which color seemed to match Slade's mask, as it was dark orange.

"What's this?" Robin asked, perplexed.

"Rose-hip soup. Be careful, it's quite hot."

"Never heard of this…" Robin mumbled and sipped carefully. The taste was rather original… sweet, with a hint of citrus, perhaps. "Where did you pick this up?"

"Sweden. It comes as a powder; you just mix it with hot water. It has a lot of vitamin C, too." Slade told him, taking his own mug before sitting down next to Robin. The man gestured towards the tray which also held a stack of cheese sandwiches, made from wholegrain bread. "You must be hungry with missing dinner."

Robin nodded and gratefully grabbed a sandwich as his stomach growled.

"Mmmm… the soup tastes really good with the cheese…" he mumbled appreciatively.

"I know… you can have it as dessert too, with some vanilla ice-cream… or with hard, crushed biscuits."

"You are starting to sound like a cooking show…" Robin grinned. "It's good though, I must get some for the Tower."

"I'll make you more for breakfast tomorrow." Slade told him.

"Thanks, that'd be- what?" Robin sat up a bit straighter.

"It's late, you are tired… why go home?" Slade shrugged. "You may have the couch, of course, or, as a host, maybe I should offer you my bed, instead…"

"No, no, the couch is fine!" Robin assured the man. If he would to try to sleep in the man's bed there would be more risk of staining than sleeping, he feared, cursing his own vivid imagination. He only then discovered that he had just agreed to stay the night, and wanted to bang his head on the table for walking into that trap. Too late now however, he was a bit too proud to back out at this point.

"It's been a busy couple of days…" Slade said, again surprising Robin by not smirking or taunting him, but simply leaning back talking about every day things. The man's eye seemed drawn to his, and Robin could see the appreciative gleam in it very clearly. Robin didn't get it. He knew his blue eyes looked pretty exotic with his black hair, but it wasn't like blue eyes were special… Take Starfire's or Beast Boys green eyes, for example, or, even more so, Raven's purple ones… now, there was a color that could turn heads! He was still glad for the look, though… it was nice to be admired, not for ones actions but for one's looks once in a while, even though it was extremely shallow, naturally. Robin wasn't used to shallow, however, so he thought he'd indulge himself when he had the chance. He noticed that Slade was waiting for a reply of sorts and tried to recall what the man had just said.

"Yeah…" Robin agreed, as he remembered, and yawned. "Oh, I forgot to tell you… I've arranged your marriage… She's a bit young yet, though…"

Robin told Slade the whole story, grinning as he made the man laugh. It was nice… he felt surprisingly relaxed, but, after a while, the strange 'soup' was all gone, as well as the sandwiches, and Robin yawned again.

"I'll get you a pillow and a blanket…" Slade offered. "Anything else you'll need?"

"No, I'm good… thanks…" Robin smiled.

"So no good night kiss, then?" Slade asked.

"Oh, sure, I forgot about that…" Robin grinned, and soon he was pulled close to the man once more. Robin was a bit braver this time, and explored more, finally having some naked skin to investigate. Slade was the one who finally broke the kiss.

"Pillow and blanket, right?" the man said, somewhat hoarsely, and got up. Robin colored, wondering if Slade had gotten… no… the man had more control than that, surely? Robin, on the other hand, was very grateful for the big sweatpants at the moment.

A/N: Thank you to you who answered my question about rose-hip soup on Deviant Art a few weeks ago… I just asked whether or not it was known much outside of Sweden, and it doesn't seem it is, so I got Slade to advertise a bit (yeah, he demanded something in return, but he'll get it tomorrow…)

Let's do another vote! First to three, since the reviewing is wonky…

1 Erectile Dysfunction
Slade is having problems. Robins helps.
Length: only 211 words, so more of a true drabble. Terms universe but free-standing…
Pairing: Sladin
Genre/warning: Crack.

2 Kitty Negotiations
Circus Freak universe. Robin wants something. Badly. Slade and Red X are not sure they want to provide…
Length: 4 + pages
Pairing: SladinX
Genre/warning: Threesome-pairing (nothing graphic), and m-preg universe…