A/N: IF the alerts went out this time, which I hoped they did (because they didn't for the last chapter of By Royal Command)… how shocked are you at a 2061 update? ;) This is a PUNISHMENT DRABBLE for Gisterma which I had to write as I didn't reach my weight goal for two weeks in a row… I'm back on track now, though… ;) (these weird things are going on in the duckling facebook group, just to explain…) ;) And it's also for hanakisa, because of… a reason…

Furthermore: have you an idea how hard it is to write baby-talk in a foreign language? And drunk-talk too, although there is no such thing in THIS story… I know what SWEDISH kids sound like, what letters they usually skip and stuff like that… but English? Still, I hope I didn't do a HORRIBLE job…

No particular warnings for this drabble. As it's just a one-shot it's mostly domestic, but it gave me an idea I MIGHT build on in the future. And it was very nice writing 2061 Slade and Robin again… I like their weird relationship… ;)

Getting What You Want

"Rosie? What color?" Robin asked the toddler sitting across from him on the floor, a pile of building blocks between them. He had grabbed one of the blocks and held it out to the child.

"-ed!" she said happily, grabbed it, an promptly started gnawing at it.

"Yes! Red! Good girl! This one… what color?"

"-ello!"

"Yes, yellow. Yellow. Good!"

The girl laughed happily and Robin joined in, as the sound was simply impossible to resist.

"Thank you for helping out and keeping us company," Duncan huffed from the sofa. Everything he said was spoken in huffs, but then again, he was eight months pregnant.

"No problem, it's great to have you here," Robin grinned. "Although how you could waddle all the way from the elevator, I don't know…"

"Hey, be nice! I'm doing something only women are tough enough to do here…" the scientist snorted.

"Appreciating the 'weaker' sex more?" Robin smirked.

"Not in that way, but yes… how any human body could have been built for this, I don't know…"

"Have you set a date for the c-section?"

"Yes, three weeks from now. I can't wait…"

"Isn't it weird, though?" Robin asked vaguely. "To be pregnant?"

"I don't know… was it?" the man grinned. "You were almost there too, after all,"

"Stop it, I still haven't forgiven you for that joke," the teen muttered. "Rosie, no, not in your mouth. Look, what's this color? Yes, blue… bluuuue."

"You seem to like kids, though… are you sure you and Slade don't want to-"

"Very sure!" Robin cut him off. "Besides, Slade do not want children."

"He said that?"

"Yes, but the real proof is that if he had wanted them, I would probably been pregnant with the second one by now…" the teen said dryly. "It wouldn't have been up to me."

"Are you so sure of that? Because, Robin, he does care about y-"

"No. Yes. But not like that. He can be… nice, but if there's something he wants, he takes it."

"I sure do," a smug voice said from the door.

"What are you doing back? Get out there and be the breadwinner!" Robin snapped teasingly.

"I'm just changing before a meeting," the man said dryly.

"LAID! LAID!" Rosie called excitedly.

"We need to work on her 'S'es'…" Robin groaned.

"Maybe she's trying to tell me something?" the man smirked, while Duncan was looking quite embarrassed.

"Nope. Definitely not. We have guests."

"We also have a bathroom?"

"No. Rosie, what did I tell you to call uncle Slade? Do you remember?"

"POO 'ED!"

"Yes, poo head, very good," Robin grinned proudly.

"You are raising the rebellion, I see. Lovely. We'll have to cut back on your babysitting before you do more harm," the tyrant muttered while unbuttoning the cuffs to the shirt he intended to change.

"Laid, plane? Plane!" the girl asked, then demanded. She had gotten up on her feet and was now walking, pretty steadily, towards the man with her arms raised.

Robin laughed heartedly at Slade's expression. They, or rather Robin, had babysat one evening, and the girl had really missed her parents, who were having a very rare romantic evening together. She wouldn't stop crying… until Slade had stepped in.

"No time for the air plane today," the man said sternly. Rosie, however, had adopted Robin's view on what to do when the man said 'no'; try again and wear him down if needed. Although Rosie's wobbly lip and teary eyes were actually believable. Not that Robin resorted to that kind of stuff. Often. In either case he only did it as a joke. And because it sometimes worked.

"PLANE! P-plaaaaaane!"

"What is she talking about?" Duncan asked quietly.

"Just wait and see..." Robin whispered back. "He'll crack at any moment, I can tell."

"Fine," the man then said and crouched down, extending his arms. "Plane."

The girl laughed, ran to him, and soon the room was filled with happy shrieks as Slade lifted her on straight arms and made her 'fly' around, now and then throwing her up a little bit in the air.

"Oh… wow…" Duncan was clearly too stunned to see his boss doing anything like this. Robin, who was more used to what passed as Slade's 'human' side, just snickered.

"It's lucky we have high ceilings, at least…" he mumbled.

"That's enough, I have to go to work now," the white haired man said after a few minutes.

"More! More!"

"I said no, Rosie," Slade said in a voice that made Robin want to straighten his back. There was a certain tone he used sometimes which you just had to obey. Not Rosie, though.

"Poo 'ed!"

"Yes, so I've been told," the man sighed and set her down. "Robin, take over."

"Oh, I can't be trusted with doing the plane, I'm just a pet!" the teen grinned.

"It's funny how you cling to that even months after you ascended from that title. Do you really miss it that much?" Slade said sweetly.

"Nope, just kidding!" the former hero said quickly.

"Oin pet?" Rosie asked.

"No, no, no, Robin is the best," the teen tried, but the child had found a new word to try out.

"Oin pet! Laid pet!"

"Well… can't argue with that…" Robin muttered. "I've been laid a lot."

"Lucky you, stop bragging," Duncan huffed. "A certain someone thinks the stomach is a balloon and that we'll pop it somehow if we do more than cuddle…"

"Daddy pet?" Rosie asked.

"I wish, sweetie," Duncan said and held out his arms to her. "Come here… it's time to go home and get some lunch."

"Are you sure you don't want to stick around? It sounds like Slade is going to put on a strip show…?" the former hero said temptingly.

"I've already changed," the man snorted from in front of the closets.

"Damn, I missed it!" Robin complained and turned to face the man. "You shouldn't be so ashamed of your body, Slade, it's not healthy. You're fine just the way you are, you know?"

"Why thank you. You too, and as you said; you shouldn't feel ashamed… so maybe I'll let you put on a show on our next business party, then?" the man smirked.

"I only do private ones…" Robin said and glanced towards the closet where all his outfits were. They weren't used much, most of it wasn't even unpacked, but sometimes… just to make sure things didn't get boring…

"You should start practicing, I'll expect a show tonight then…" Slade leered.

"Singing too?"

"God, no."

"My voice is not that bad!"

"Yes it is."

"Tell him, Duncan!"

"I… I'm not sure if I've ever actually heard you-"

"One bottle of beer on the wall, one bottle of beer! Take one-" That was as far as Robin got before Rosie started wailing, looking quite distraught.

"Everyone's a critic…" the teen sulked.

"Maybe… you can take lessons?" Said Duncan, diplomatic to his core.

"Like I said, no singing…" Slade chuckled. "I shouldn't be very late."

"Wait, what's the meeting about? Why aren't I going?" Robin asked.

"Because it doesn't concern you. It's about the power shortage, or rather, expected power shortage, as more industries are established in the new industrial area in Germany."

"Ah, yes… well, have fun."

"You're bored already, aren't you?" the man snorted.

"Well, if it's not about people…" Robin tried.

"It is, but you are always more interested in rescuing individual puppies than the big picture."

"Just looking at the big picture means you let those puppies die," Robin muttered.

"I don't see your point," the man claimed with a smirk.

"No, it takes a heart for that," Robin smirked back.

"Um… so… We'll be going now…" Duncan said from the door. "Don't want to be a third wheel when you're flirting like that."

"This isn't flirting!" Robin snorted.

"It isn't?" Slade asked innocently.

"Go to your meeting. Shoo," the teen said, waving him away.

"Ah, if it hadn't been an important one I would have stayed and flirted you into the mattress," the man sighed. "But it has to wait until tonight."

"I'll try to figure out who to fantasize about until then, then," Robin deadpanned.

"You do that. But you know, claiming you're not thinking of me and then screaming my name over and over is a bit suspicious."

"You don't know! Maybe I met another Slade!" Robin huffed.

"Bye-bye!" the girl called out.

"Bye-bye Rosie!" Robin answered, turning to the door and waving.

"Bye pet! Bye Laid!" the girl grinned like she was messing with them on purpose.

"Goodbye Rose, you be a good girl now. No rebellions," Slade chuckled. "And you," he said turning to Robin and catching the teen's jaw. "You be a good boy. No rebellions. Again."

"Can't promise anything," Robin smiled and closed his eyes as the man leaned in to kiss him. When their lips parted the former Titan also found himself wishing that meeting could be pushed back. He had long since gotten over his guilt for wanting Slade. Sure, it might be based on a form of Stockholm syndrome from the beginning, perhaps, and the man had screwed with his mind as much as with his body, Robin knew that, but he was beyond caring. As long as he was happy, and he usually was, it was all good. After all, now he was able to help people more and more…. And Slade wasn't a bad man… as psycho dictators went.

"I'll be back in no more than two hours," the man almost growled, his husky voice telling Robin that the tyrant thought his time would have been better spent here.

"What if the meeting runs late?" he teased.

"I'll kill them all and start over with a new group of experts," the man said. Robin wasn't sure if it was really a joke.

"You might want to start the meeting with that, because there's always that one guy…" the young man suggested.

"Yes, the 'any further questions' guy, I know that type," Slade smirked. "I'll warn them. Disposing of the bodies would take too long anyway."

"Pft. That's what the cleaning crew is for…" the teen snorted dismissingly.

The man chuckled and kissed him again before leaving.

Robin found himself looking at the closed door and sighing wistfully, before mentally slapping himself.

"Damn, when it comes to spreading my legs I must be the most eager one on the planet…" he snorted. "Well… not fair to the others, I guess… I'm the only one who has Slade…" he smirked at that thought, but that's what it felt like. He had Slade. Slade didn't have him, oh no…. not anymore. Robin might have bowed to certain… propositions, to keep people he cared for safe, but if Slade thought he owned him, the man was kidding himself. Actually, the cooperation between the Mongrels and the city was so well rooted now that Robin felt assured that even if he was to just disappear, Slade wouldn't lash back at the mongrels for petty revenge. They had already convinced the board that the rebuild and cooperation was for everyone's best interest and that how it had worked out: the city was getting restored, the Mongrels were safer and, in exchange for labor, they received help and materials that made their community flourish. Robin knew that Slade still saw them as something of a threat; very few other people in the city were free, after all, but the teen was working towards wearing the man down when it came to slaves. As he had pointed out; medicine could control the population now, even men could be injected with a drug making them impotent until they received an 'antidote' so to speak, meaning that the man's organization could still make sure 'undesirable' elements wouldn't procreate.

Back in his own day Robin would have shivered at the thought; it was very nazi-like, after all, but he knew Slade wasn't after creating a 'super race' of people with special physical, sexual or mental attributes, he simply asked that they would work for the society he ultimately wanted to build. Which might be a tall order on its own, granted… but Robin had seen many parents in his day that should have never been allowed to have kids, so when he saw it from that point of view… he shook his head. When he started thinking like this it tended to lead to a headache… just letting everyone go and do as they pleased in this post-apocalyptic world could never lead to anything good, though… there would be wars and high crime rates again in a second. People could be very… dumb. Still, a world where everyone was free was Robin's goal and he worked towards it tirelessly. The Mongrels would be proof, on a small scale, that it was possible, he was sure of that.

To clear his mind a bit he went down to the gym and swam a few laps in the pool. When it was about half an hour until Slade might be back he showered, dressed and took the elevator back up to 'their' floor again. He had free range of the building now… and outside it too, he expected, but he wasn't stupid enough to leave without at least leaving a note. Or telling William, which might be a better bet.

"Hi, Will," he greeted the assistant who ruled the front desk of this floor as usual. "He's not back yet, is he?"

"No… I'm thinking of scheduling a meeting for him when he returns though, do you happen to know if he's busy?"

"Um… yeah… he's gonna be busy for at least half an hour or so," Robin claimed, trying to look innocent.

"Riiiight…" William, of course, saw right through him and did this weird thing where he managed to smirk and blush at the same time. Robin would be very surprised if he and Duncan had more than vanilla sex. Which reminded him…

"Speaking about scheduling appointments, and by scheduling appointments I mean raw, hot, very fulfilling fucking… you should schedule some with your husband. Duncan has an itch and you're not helping him scratch it."

"He… you… talked about that?"

"Nope, but he had that 'I need to get laid' look," Robin fibbed as he didn't want to get the man in trouble. "We bottoms know…"

"Hey, he doesn't always-" the man began but then clicked his mouth shut, his face redder now.

"Oh… well, neither do I..." Robin grinned. "I'll see you around," he added an continued into the hallway leading to their private rooms.

He decided to get some reading done. He still had a few lessons a week where he was learning about the world of today and they were very useful, even though it was depressing as hell sometimes to learn about destroyed cities and catastrophic epidemics in the wake of destruction. Still, he needed to know this to form a clearer picture about what needed to be done.

Slade liked to read in bed, and Robin had adopted that habit so he curled up with his folders and binders and focused on his work for a while. He found it hard, though, no pun intended, as his thoughts kept straying back to Slade. Not that he had anything to complain about when it came to matters of their bedroom activities, but there was something he had been wanting for a while now… something he could not ask for in a million years. The very thought of bringing it up made Robin cringe, but he did want to try it again, even though it was very humiliating and degrading… or maybe because it was. The teen snorted. He had really become very deprived, hadn't he. He forced his mind back to his assignment.

"Is this the show I get?" Slade's voice suddenly said. "You reading? What's sexy about that?"

Robin had been engrossed in the text and especially the pictures of how the planet looked today and jumped a little. He composed himself quickly, though, and grinned.

"How about a studying schoolboy?"

"Slightly better,, but you're out of uniform."

"Is that… a punishable offence, Sir?" Robin asked innocently. "Please don't call my parents! I'll do anything!"

The man chuckled and shook his head at his antics.

"Dinner will be here shortly," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Let them in, I'm just taking a quick shower."

"What, you don't want to play 'innocent school boy and stern teacher' with me?" Robin gaped. "And I was going to agree to blow you and everything."

"Well, thanks to Darin I actually would be missing out, wouldn't I?" the man smirked.

"Well, that was just mean," the teen muttered.

"Ah, you know I loved having my cock in your mouth even when you –pardon the pun- sucked at it."

"No court would pardon that pun…" Robin snorted. "Now go get less stinky and I'll consider forgiving you in a few years."

"You are too kind," Slade chuckled.

"I know," the teen smirked.

As the shower started running, Robin considered how kind he really was. Then he grinned and quickly undressed.

"I thought I was in the doghouse," Slade said as the former hero slipped into the shower with him.

"I don't hold a grudge for long," the teen grinned and caressed the man's body.

"Yes you do. Besides, I told you to let the kitchen staff in."

"Well… I'm not hungry."

"Pity," Slade said and pushed down on the young man's shoulders. "Not even a little snack?"

"Fine," Robin snorted and fell to his knees. "But don't you dare come anywhere else than in my ass!"

"Who can resist a demand like that?"

"Not you, I know that…" Robin smirked before licking the tip of the man's shaft. "Oh, and I was thinking about the slaves before-"

"Don't you dare. I'm not discussing this with you during or right after sex."

"But that's when I can get you to agree with me!" the former Titan objected, the gleam in his eyes and the way he then sucked in the head, telling the man that he only teasing.

"Exactly. I've learned."

"I just need to get you a little hornier…" the teen stated confidently, took a deep breath and then swallowed the man's cock to the base.

"I'm feeling more open to negotiations already…" Slade hummed, leaning his head back against the tiles and enjoying the sensation.

Robin hummed around what he man would probably call his 'treat'. He still didn't love giving blow jobs, but having Slade practically melting into the wall because of his talent…? Robin loved that. It was all about power and who had it during one of these times was up for discussion… it probably depended on who you asked…

Slade had had a long day and he had spent most of it being annoyed at people he couldn't kill… not without creating more annoying work for himself anyway, so he was welcoming a release right now. Unfortunately Robin noticed.

"You were about to come, you bastard!" the teen said as he pulled away, not before grabbing and squeezing the man's balls to get him back from the edge. "I told you not to!"

"I can come in your ass later," Slade growled, but the former hero would have none of that. He wanted to be fucked. Now. He turned off the water and covered the man's length with the waterproof lube they kept in here -Robin had accidentally used it as conditioner once- and then lifted his arms and placing his hands on the man's shoulder, looking up at him demandingly.

"Well? My ass isn't going lift itself."

A moment later Robin's legs were wound around the man's waist, his back against the tiles, as Slade guided himself to the eager teen's entrance.

"Mmm… slowly… I want to enjoy it…" Robin mumbled.

"I think I've been cooperative enough for today," Slade snorted and slammed himself in.

"UGH! Well… maybe… this… is… what… I really wanted?" Robin groaned blissfully as the man set a hard, fast pace.

"You have a hard time admitting when you've lost, don't you?" Slade smirked.

"I never lose," Robin snorted. "Ever. I just… take breaks from winning."

"Well, I bet I can make you come within four minutes," Slade challenged him.

Robin grinned. "I feel a break coming on."

When they came out from the bathroom, there was no dinner waiting for them.

"Maybe they are just running late?" Robin said as he struggled into a pair rather skinny jeans while his skin still was a little wet.

"Or they left it with William, I'll go check with him," Slade said and disappeared out the door. When he returned he had a peculiar expression on his face.

"The food will be along shortly, there was a mishap in the kitchen," he said.

"What's so strange about that?" the teen asked. "You look like it's never happened before."

"It's not that, it's Will… he could barely look me in the eye."

"Huh…" Robin mused. "He didn't seem strange when I talked to him a little while ago."

"What did you talk about?"

"Oh, I just told him to go home and bonk his husband…" Robin chuckled.

"Yes, well, a normal day at the office for William, then," Slade smirked. "I'm actually happy he can't file a sexual harassment claim…"

"I would be first in line for that one," the teen snorted. "But he was just blushing… and I can't think of anything else I might… have…. said…"

"You just did and it's bad, judging by your expression…" the man growled. "What did you say to my assistant?"

"Um… I didn't realize it at the time, and it was true after all, but I think I might have accidentally… alluded that I sometimes… top you."

"I see."

"I meant that I had topped Darin!" Robin defended himself as Slade's facial expression was a bit… closed off.

"I understand."

"I'll… just go clear that up, shall I?" Robin said and moved towards the door.

"I would recommend that you do, yes."

The teen didn't waste any time legging it down the hall.

"Will! Hi!" he said, turning the corner and stopping dead at the man's desk.

"Hello. Done with that 'appointment' now?"

"Um, yeah… sorry, I think you misunderstood something earlier… when I said I sometimes top-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Will said and all but covered his ears.

"It was Darin! A slave! We… ummm… on that trip to China…"

"So… not Slade, then?"

Robin laughed. "No… no-no-no… could you picture him- oh, sorry, I understand if you don't want to… I don't even really want to…"

"You don't? I mean… Slade has… he can be quite… ummm… controlling. You don't dream of… being the one in control?"

"Pft, I'm always the one I control," Robin smirked smugly.

"Are you telling my assistant lies again?" Slade asked behind him.

"Nope. We both know who runs this place, sweetie. Now, be a dear and get your pretty self into the kitchen and make me a sandwich, huh?" the teen ginned and patted the man's ass before walking back down the hall.

"William," Slade said and removed his belt. "Tell the kitchen there's no need to hurry…"

"You're… going to… punish him?" the blond man asked.

"Yes," Slade said through gritted teeth and then sighed giving his assistant a tired look. "But do you know what the worst thing is?"

"No?"

"That he has been hinting that he'd like a spanking for a few days… so I'm just going to do exactly what he wants…" the tyrant said, giving another deep sigh. "Again."

The End

A/N: as I said: domestic... but I figured that IF Robin ever wanted to be spanked in this universe there was no way he could ASK for it, right? Slade's smugness factor would go through the roof. So he had to... provoke it... ;) But of course Slade knew it all along, because damn him...