Title: Tricks and More Tricks on Halloween
Author: Jordan Herbert

Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Humor
Pairing: Whoever/angry Robin
Summary: No matter what you do, never make a deal that someone else can pick out your costume for Halloween. Robin learned that in the worse way imaginable.

Tricks and More Tricks on Halloween

"You know, Beast Boy, if it had been any normal contest then I would have won." Robin declared through the door. The other Titans had been waiting patiently for the past ten minutes for their leader to show up.

"You said you could beat me in whatever contest I chose and comic book trivia is still a type of contest! Now come on, dude; you're making us late and I need all the time I can get to hit all of Jump City. Halloween only comes once a year and I need enough candy to last me the year." Beast Boy whined as he straightened his costume out. He was going as Robin and was so thrilled that he had been able to snag one of Robin's spare costumes for authenticity.

"I had the perfect costume picked out before you approached me with that stupid bet." Robin mumbled behind the door blocking the Titans and his bedroom.

"Man, you lost the bet fair and square. Now come on, Beast Boy's costume pick can't be that bad." Cyborg reasoned as he pulled his Batman cape around himself. Beast Boy and Cyborg had agreed on going as a duo costume and heroes had immediately come to their mind for costume ideas. The dynamic duo was what they had settled on. "Though whatever it is, it won't be half as cool as our costume pair." He gave Beast Boy a high-five as the 'Boy Wonder' stood happily at his side.

"Yes, please, Robin, I wish to go out to 'trick the treat'." Starfire smiled as she adjusted her cat ears and pinned her cat tail to her mini-skirt. Raven sighed, having nothing to say because she simply had no desire to go out that night, even though she was dressed for the occasion as a vampire; it was the easiest costume and enough to shut Beast Boy up. She had fake fangs in her mouth and her hood pulled down; costume complete.

"Fine, but I want all of you to laugh now and just get it out of your system because I don't need you laughing at me all night." Robin opened his door and walked out of the room. Everyone stared at him and he blushed. "Just go ahead and laugh already." He glared at the floor as he crossed his arms behind his back. Still no one laughed or said anything until Starfire finally spoke up.

"Robin, you look so pretty in a skirt! I do not know why you do not normally wear one." She exclaimed happily as Robin tugged the short, pink skirt down some more.

"Starfire, it's not normal for a boy to wear a school-girl-uniform. And when someone does he's usually not straight. I swear, Beast Boy, if I get hit on tonight or any strange glances; I'm going to have to hurt you tomorrow." Robin glared as he tried to push down his miniskirt some more, only exposing even more of his midriff than the belly shirt did.

"Dude," Beast Boy felt his face flush and he tried to shake the feeling off. But he couldn't help but think that Robin made a very, very pretty girl even though the added pigtails were obviously fakes. He had even added the fake, pink nails that the outfit had come with.

"Um…At least you'll get a lot of candy?" Cyborg tried to help. A blush was on his face as well but he just ignored the feeling and thoughts.

"And a lot more looks." Raven wasn't a help and Robin snarled at the half-demon. She rolled her eyes. "Can we get this over with?"

Robin nodded his head as he stormed past the group. "The sooner tonight is over the better." He tripped and fell flat on his face, his skirt rising up and both of the other boys quickly grew red and covered their noses as they began to feel an oncoming nosebleed. "How can girls walk in heels?" Robin shouted as Starfire helped him to his feet once more. He was such a balanced person and it angered him that he wasn't able to walk in the high black shoes.

"Why are you wearing girls' underwear?" Raven asked and Robin blushed.

"It was part of the outfit and besides, boxers show." Robin looked around the hallway, planning on glaring at Beast Boy once more when he noticed that the two boys were gone. "Where did Beast Boy and Cyborg go?"

"The Dynamic Duo needed to take care of a little problem." Raven smirked and Robin eyed her carefully. After the two returned a few minutes later, the group went out and hit the streets of Jump.

"I've had enough of this; I'm going back to the Tower." Robin scowled as he tried his best to ignore the HIVE Five. The five boys—not including the numerous amounts of Billys made for maximum candy obtaining—all stared at Robin and blushed madly, from what he could tell. He had been getting that look all night from too many citizens and now he was getting it from villains as well. That was past enough for Robin.

He stormed off on his own, heading back to the Tower, when he suddenly bumped into a familiar face, unfortunately. Robin took a few steps back from the solid build that he had just walked into—too angry to look away from the concrete—and froze. "Hey, watch where you're going, Bird…Girl?" Robin couldn't believe how much bad luck he was having in just one night.

"Johnny Rancid? I thought they locked you up." Robin growled. He waited for a response and when he noticed the blush on the biker's face he sighed and pushed angrily passed Johnny. "For crying out loud!" he wanted to just lock himself up in his room until the night was over.

He started moving as fast as he could in the heels and after stumbling a bit he sighed and removed them. Candy bag--half filled--in one hand and shoes in the other, Robin walked home in the knee-high socks that the outfit came with. He didn't care if he ruined them or if he had to pay Beast Boy back for them, he could finally run again. After a few whistles sounded his way, he stopped running and decided that it was a bad idea to do so. His skirt flying up while he ran was not making him any happier even if it got him home quicker.

"Stupid Beast Boy," Robin mumbled as he turned down an alleyway that would quicken his trip to the Tower by ten minutes. If he kept to the back ways, he reasoned, there was a lesser chance of anyone seeing him. At least, it would be so if someone wasn't currently sprinting down the alleyway.

"He stole my candy!" was heard from the direction the person was running from and as Robin saw who it was his masked eyes widened and he quickly tried to hide his face as he stepped to the side to let the guy pass. He wasn't stopping any crimes in a skirt so why bother?

Red X sprinted passed him and then stopped and did a re-take. "Hello," the thief backed up and looked at what he assumed was a shy girl--seeing as Robin was covering his face with his hands. "What's a cutie like you doing in a dark alleyway by herself? That could be dangerous, you know." Red X looked the figure up and down and really liked what he saw. Robin didn't answer and hoped that Red X would get bored and leave.

After a minute passed and the other didn't respond, Red X spoke up again. "Shy, are you? Well, lucky for you, I'm such a nice guy that I'd be happy to walk you home."

"Since when were you a nice guy, Red X?" Robin asked as he pulled his hands away from his face. He was done with being hitting on by everyone, especially villains. He's rather be mocked.

Red X stared for a moment, slightly taken aback, but then decided that it was perfectly fine if the hot chick turned out to be a hot guy dressed like a chick. "Since when were you into cross-dressing, kid?" And Robin's face turned red once again that night.

Bending over to retrieve the items he had dropped in order to cover his face, Robin sighed. "It was a bet. Look, I have no intentions of fighting you tonight, so I'm just—"

"Nice ass, kid." Red X stated as he tilted his head and moved behind Robin to get a better angle up Robin's skirt. Robin blushed yet again and straightened up as he pulled his skirt down tightly against his backside.

"Stop that!" He yelled angrily and backed away as Red X started approaching him.

"So, you lost a bet and have to wear a skirt? What do you have to loose to get you out of that skirt?" Red X asked as he herded Robin to the other side of the alleyway. "Or, should I ask what you'll loose when you're out of that skirt?"

"Red, I swear, I am in no mood for any of your stupid jokes tonight." Robin glared. "Start a fight with me and I will—"

"What? Spray me with pepper spray? I doubt you can fight in a skirt, kid. Though I'd love to see you try. And besides, who said I was joking?" And suddenly Red X had both of his hands on the wall on either side of Robin's head. As Red leaned in closer and moved one of his hands to Robin's leg and slid it up, Robin's eye bulged and he kneed Red X in the stomach; aiming a little higher than he would have liked.

Red X fell to the ground in a heap and clutched his stomach in pain as the air was forced out of his lungs. "Cheap shot." He moaned as he curled in on himself.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Robin glared and started walking out of the alley with as much dignity as he still had while wearing a skirt. Now that Red had mentioned it, Robin wished he did have pepper spray with the costume, it would have been a huge help to blind all the eyes on him. He was never making a bet again.

Robin sighed with relief as he spotted the tower. Only a few minutes more and he'd be back in the Tower and in pants. But of course, this was Halloween night and so it was considered a special night which meant that it would be special in a way that Robin would never forget because nothing was ever easy for Robin.

Just as Robin started toward the Tower again, he spotted something in the corner of his peripheral vision and turned his head just in time to see a figure dart into an alleyway. The dark figure and dark alleyway immediately told Robin of trouble and if he was anyone other than himself or if he had a slightly less heroic code, he would have ran away from the trouble instead of running to it.

Fate decided to be extra cruel though, because as soon as he walked into the alley the figure dropped down in front of him and Robin knew instantly that it was Slade. And of course it was Slade; he'd ran into every other villain that night while he was in a skirt so why not Slade as well? At least he wouldn't see the blush if the man did blush. That stupid mask was actually good for something for once.

"Slade," Robin hissed his normal, cliché greeting as he dropped his shoes and candy bag and slid into an attacking position. He watched as Slade's eye widened in interest and he blushed as he realized that his skirt had bunched up higher on his thighs. Robin mentally swore and stood straight again but still bared his fists. He tried to ignore his blush and the feeling of crawling under something and just dieing as he cleared his throat and pretended that Slade hadn't just seen that he was wearing a skirt and women's underwear. "What are you doing here, Slade?" His voice wasn't the same intimidating tone that it had been a moment before.

"It's All Hallow's Eve, Robin; everything that goes bump in the night expose themselves tonight and I am no exception. Besides," Slade's eye traveled up Robin's legs from his sock's dirty feet, past the little bows at meeting his knees, and continued up. "Word about your outfit has been passed around and I had to see it to believe it."

"Well, you've seen it," Robin was in such a bad mood he couldn't even find words to describe it. "Now you go home and jack off as you picture me in a skirt like the other half of the city will be doing tonight." He was so bitter that he didn't care what he said even though he had been raised better than that.

Robin picked up his shoes and candy, making sure not to bend at his waist, and started out of the alleyway with a black cloud following closely behind. "I think not, little bird." Robin knew he shouldn't have let his guard down around Slade, no matter how angry and humiliated he was. Now he had to pay for his mistake and he didn't feel like paying whatever price Slade had in mind as the villain trapped both of his hands above his head, pinned him to the wall, and pressed one of his legs between Robin's thighs, lifting the skirt higher up on Robin's thighs.

Slade used his free hand to bat away Robin's shoes and bag from his hands and then rested it on Robin's hips. "I believe the tradition of Halloween is to trick or treat, am I not correct?" Slade asked rhetorically. "So, Robin, trick," he rubbed his thumb on Robin's protruding hip bone. "Or treat?"

"Neither, you sick-o," Robin hissed as he tried to squirm away. Slade's hold only tightened on his wrists until he felt like the bones were grinding together and he stopped moving as he bit back a sound of pain.

"You're either going to get a very unwanted trick back at my lair, Robin," Slade's eye glittered with promise. "Or you're going to be the good little slut you're dressed as and get on your knees now and earn your treat."

"Go to hell, Slade." Robin snarled as he again tried to move and the man once more dug his gloved fingers into Robin's naked wrists. Robin could already feel the liquid ache under Slade's pressure and he knew the bruises would appear tomorrow.

"That's not an answer, Robin. Either chose or I'll decide for you." Slade pressed closer and Robin gasped as he felt the man's erection on his thigh. He closed his eyes and turned his head away in fear as Slade sighed irritably and grabbed his hair with one hand. Slade tugged on Robin's locks and forced the boy to start to crumble onto his knees after he released his wrists.

Robin's hands gripped Slade's in his hair but that only caused more tugging as Slade practically ripped his roots out. Robin felt his body shake as his knees finally hit the hard and cold cement. In the back of his mind, he wished that the knee socks were higher so he didn't have to feel the grimy concrete under him. In the front of his mind, his eyes were wide saucers and he couldn't breathe as he watched Slade's hand not fisted in his hand undo Slade's pants.

"Don't, Slade," Robin swallowed down his fear and quickly latched onto any threat that could get the man to stop before he started. "Don't or I swear I'll--"

"If you do anything other than what I expect out of you, then you'll find yourself in a worse position." Slade snarled dangerously. "You're either going to deliver what that outfit proclaims, or I'm going to drag you back to my lair, strip you of those sluttish rags, and show you a real trick or two."

Robin closed his eyes and bit on his lower lip until he tasted blood. "Open your mouth, Robin." Slade barked out and Robin shook his head as much as he could as he fought tears and the grasp in his hair. "This is the last time I'll tell you to open your mouth before I have you chained to my bed, Robin." The hand yanked up some more and Robin opened his mouth with a sob at the imagery.

His lips were trembling but he didn't dare open his eyes or close his mouth as he felt something push his lips farther apart. Robin felt his stomach threatening to upchuck the candy he had already eaten but he fought the feeling down even as he tasted Slade on his tongue. Slade's hand relaxed slightly in his hair and pushed on his head, forcing more of Slade into Robin's mouth and halfway down his throat as Robin's nose brushed along pubic hairs. Robin felt like he was suffocating.

Robin whimpered around his forced mouthful and Slade moaned. It was breathy, low, and entirely too Slade-like for the tears to not track down Robin's eyes. "Use your tongue and this will go quicker." Slade offered as he started to slide out of Robin's mouth and then back in. Robin hesitantly flicked his tongue and he gagged at the taste as Slade pulsed in his mouth and deep throated again.

It was the most horrible experience Robin had ever been in and it only got worse as Slade's hand tightened once again in Robin's hair. Slade held his head still and then began to pump into his throat using his hips. Robin once again felt like he was suffocating as the horrible tasting cock fucked the back of his throat roughly. His body shook as a new taste formed on his tongue and warned him of Slade's orgasm only a moment before the man shot into his throat.

Robin didn't have time to make the effort of spitting the come out as it was either swallow or drown by semen. Slade remained in Robin's mouth until he was completely emptied into Robin's mouth. He slowly slid out and Robin opened his eyes as he turned to the side and shoved two fingers down his throat, forcing his already abused and scratched throat to become more so when his stomach acid and Slade's semen was vomited onto the cement.

"Happy Halloween, Robin," Slade dropped one item before Robin and then vanished as the boy continued to puke, making sure to rid himself of Slade's essence completely.

Once his stomach was empty, Robin looked as his body began to shake at what Slade had left for him. He closed his eyes and his hand reached unsteadily for the small candy bar. Closing his fist around the candy, Robin threw it at the wall and curled into a ball as he softly sobbed on his bare knees. He hated Halloween because the demons he fought everyday only got worse.

A.N. ...Well, Happy Halloween everyone! I wanted to make the candy bar a Snickers or some name brand candy, but I thought that was probably bad advertising. Be safe, Trick-or-Treaters! But remember; this is the one night out of the entire year that you're allowed to accept candy from strangers so milk those strangers for all they have!