Hi!
Feel slightly bad for not updating, but I'm working away at "For better.." and there will be a new chapter up this weekend… I'm home from work with a cold today, but I'm just well enough to slouch in front of the computer, so I wrote this for you… nothing much, but I hope you enjoy it…

Disclaimer: Although the ownership of the Teen Titans is wasted on a company who STOPPED PRODUCING THE CARTOON (idiots) I still don't own them.
Pairing: Duh! Slade/Robin!
Background: Ok… another future-fic set around the same time as the other… you know the drill... to make things more complicated, Sarah (from Getaway), plays a small part… just… Ah! You decide if "Getaway" happened or not, and even if it didn't Sarah and Wintergreen and the others still exist, right… Robin just met them later… Come on! Get with the program! You will find out more about the building in a later fic, but that's not ready yet... It doesn't even have a name, though I'm leaning towards "Old Enemies"...
Warning: Slashy but mostly suggestiveness and a lot of talk… fluff… and it's supposed to be funny so I hope I'll get a smirk out of you at least…

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

Mail Call

"What is a 'debutant ball'?" Robin wondered, eyeing a card that seemed to have more glitter on it that might be legal.

"Sounds dirty." Slade grinned "Why?"

"We are invited to one."

"Really? Whose?"

"The mayor's daughter." Robin read the invitation more carefully. "Oh, it's like a sweet sixteen-kind of thing…?"

"I believe so."

They were going through the mail. Not because they had to, they had a fully staffed mail-room after all, but it was always a good idea to check the pulse of the citizens, Slade insisted. Robin referred to it as 'going through the crazy-pile' but none the less, if it was usually entertaining. To an extent. They were sitting in the 'lounge' as Robin thought of it. It was an area with comfortable chairs and two luxurious couches facing each other around a low table. Slade and Robin occupied a couch each, and the mail littered the table between them.

They sometimes got invitations to things like this. They came from all kinds of people ranging from politicians to mob-bosses (all right… almost the same thing, but none the less) who wanted to be on good terms with the pair. They were usually worth a laugh or two.

The mail had been opened by the staff before being delivered, and prior to that it had gone through a rigorous safety procedure, checking for everything from bombs to anthrax, and all things in between. A small pile was selected to be brought up to them every day, and Robin sometimes wondered how the heck the letters were chosen. He had to go down and ask one day. They had made it clear to the staff that they were only interested in letters and not in things sent to them… especially not underwear or bodily fluids.

"Wanna go?" Robin asked, waving the horrible pink card in the air.

Slade raised an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?"

"Naaahh.. I just thing you would look really good in a tux…"

"It's fancy dress? Our mayor has high thoughts about himself…"

"Maybe we should go, then…" Robin smirked.

He didn't like the mayor much. Being the leader of one of the biggest cities in the world should, in theory, make him a very powerful man, but he had almost seemed grateful when Slade and Robin had taken over. More grateful, perhaps, because he was allowed to keep his title. He now ran the basics of the city with the help of an expert team of consultants, which of course were on Slade's payroll.

Robin put the card aside and turned to another letter. He sighed. Another kid.
"HI ROBIN!!!!" big blocky letters screamed up at him. God. Four exclamations-marks? Robin rolled his eyes and continued to read. "How are you I am fine! My name is Evan and I am ten years old but soon eleven and I really like you and I think you are so cool but I don't understand why you like Slade cause he is really old and- "Robin had to take a break here. Had this kid even heard of punctuation? He steeled himself and continued. "he is a boy!!!! I think you should date Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter movies because she is cute and she knows MAGIC but don't tell anybody I said that!!! Do you like Harry Potter? I have seen all the movies and I think he is great!!! Do you know any magic??" … no… double question marks now too? Robin groaned. "If you don't that is okay cause you are still really cool and when I grow up I want to be just like you but mum says I have to finish school first but that is really boooooring!!! Do you go to school? Are your teachers nice? What is your favorite subject???" Sex Ed, Robin chuckled quietly to himself, glancing at Slade who where immersed in some mail of his own. "Mine is English" Really? Robin wondered "and art because I like to draw and I have drawn you here with Hermione" there where some darts pointing to something that Robin, with a bit of imagination, might considerer to be two human beings. "Can't you come to my birthday party? Mum says not to invite you cause she doesn't like you very much but I told her you wouldn't kill anybody on my party just have cake but if you want too you could kill my little sister because she is really annoying. I hope you come!!!! From Evan!!!"

Robin closed his eyes for a minute before picking up the next letter with a resenting glare at Slade. Damn his bright ideas…

He opened it and whined as he saw the red letters…

"Greetings Dark Prince. My name is Selene Moonshadow and when I saw you running over the rooftops last night, I could hear your soul sing out to me. I know that we are soul mates-" Robin threw the letter down.

"I've had enough!" he groaned and tossed the letter at Slade who snapped it up. The man started to read it and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"'I could hear your soul sing to me'…?" he chuckled. "I have to ask this young lady for some tips... coming up with romantic things like that…"

"It's not romantic, it's creepy…" Robin frowned.

"And what's this…? 'PS. I wrote this letter in my own blood'" Slade scratched at the paper and sniffed. "Beet juice. Does she really think she has maroon-colored blood?".

"What was in your pile?" Robin wanted to know.

"The Gay pride-people asks us to make a speech at the HBT-festival next month."

"And HBT is?"

"Homo- Bi- and Transsexual"

Robin grinned widely.

"Ever put on a dress, Slade?"

"No. But I'm thinking of putting you in a skirt…"

"No way! Why the heck would you want to do that for!?" Robin sounded just a bit more intrigued than upset.

"Easy access." Slade grinned. "I only have to bend you over a table and pull you skirt up. Much easier than fiddling with buttons and zippers."

Robin actually blushed at this and muttered something about dirty old men.

"What else in the mail, then?" he added, trying to change the subject.

"Well, the church doesn't like me…" The man grinned.

"Which one?"

"Take your pick…" Slade grinned wider, he was actually quite amused.

Robin shuddered. The letters from religious fractions where possible the worst… the funny part was that they seldom knew what to be most upset over, the pairs relationship, or the fact that they were assassins. The gay-thing often won.

"Maybe we shouldn't have made out hanging on to that steeple." Robin winced.

"You liked that." it wasn't a question.

"Yeah. Might have been a tad disrespectful, though."

"It's not like we fucked in the pulpit. But I guess we could go back…"

"I'm good, thank you." Robin said hurriedly and earned a grin from Slade who reached for a newspaper.

"Tell me, Robin, when were you in England, last?"

"Errrr… can't remember… long time ago, why?" the boy wanted to know.

"Well, it seems you are to marry Prince William." Slade held up the paper whose front featured an extraordinary badly edited picture supposed to show Robin and the prince side by side.

"Aw, well. He is kinda' cute." Robin grinned. "Not enough of a bad boy for me, though…"

"Lucky for him or Great Britain would have one less heir…" Slade growled in that voice Robin loved so much.

He made it over to the man and sat down, straddling his legs.

"You would kill a member of a royal family for me?" he purred.

"I would kill anyone for you…" the man smiled back, just a glint of steel in his eye betraying that he was, in fact, serious.

"And you think you need help saying romantic things…" Robin laughed.

"Are you trying to get out of reading the mail, young man?" Slade grinned while his hands wandered down over Robin's back.

"Oh, no! Never!" Robin tried to sound appalled, "Although, if you could think of something more important to do, Master, who am I to refuse?"

"I don't know…" Slade said "I have a very long letter here from a gentleman, asking how much a night with you would cost him…"

"Was he stupid enough to leave an address?" Robin hissed.

"He's willing to send a blank check…" Slade's tone was suggestive and Robin knew he was joking, but really didn't share his sense of humor at that moment.

"I'll rather be royalty, thank you very much." he huffed, stood up and made it back to his couch. He dropped down on it and stretched before reaching for another letter.

"What? Don't want to play anymore?" Slade asked.

"Can't. Reading." Robin said, trying to sound busy.

"Always dutiful, right?" Slade smirked.

"Well, I like it when people appreciate me." Robin said arrogantly. "Oh. This person don't." he said, switching letters.

The next one made him laugh.

"Here's one for you! Countess Arietta offers you her hand in marriage. How's that, my Lord? A title? Not bad, eh?"

"Yes, but what should we do with you?" Slade smirked.

Robin eyed the letter. "Apparently she has a niece…And a nephew..." he sighed.

"What? You get both?"

"I don't think she meant that, but the family is out of money… I think I could demand it…" Robin chuckled. "What?!" he looked up as Slade made an ugly sound. "If I am to relinquish you, I have to have some compensation, right?"

"You are right. Won't be enough with two, though, will it?"

"Not even close." He gave Slade a very naughty smile.

"Come here, boy." Slade grinned.

"Nope. Busy." Robin ignored him. "If you want something, you have to come here."

"Really?" Slade said in a low, dangerous tone that made Robin's mind go 'wheeeee!'.

"Yup." Robin stretched again, slowly and deliberately, while appearing to be very engrossed in the letter he was holding.

"If you make me come over there, you'll regret it…" Slade promised.

"Doubt it." Robin said coolly, trying to hide a grin.

"As you wish… I have another letter here, suggesting what to do with you… Why don't you read it and see what you think…?" He tossed the letter to the boy and Robin took it. A few seconds later the boy's eyes were very round.

"No way do people actually do this?!"

"I don't know, but I feel inclined to try… well, unless you are in my lap in five seconds or less…"

Robin gave the man a resentful look.

"That's not fair…"

"4… 3…"

Slade had barely reached '1' before the boy was back in his knee, still scowling.

"I still say you cheated."

"I'll do anything to win, you know that…" Slade smiled sweetly at him.

"Who says you won?" Robin chided and yelped as Slade grabbed him and rolled over, almost crushing him under his weight.

"I do. And I'm going to claim my prize."

"Wh.. weren't we supposed to be working? And besides, Sarah will be in here cleaning soon…"

"Oh, she can vacuum around us." Slade decided and Robin gasped as he felt eager fingers reaching for his zipper.

"Mmmm… 'kay… hurry then!" he moaned. Sarah was discreet. She would probably just do the dusting today.

"See how a skirt would be convenient?" Slade chuckled, as he finally managed to get the boy's jeans off.

"Heh, only if you wore one too…" Robin grinned as he tried to unbuckle Slade's belt. They looked at each other and burst out laughing at the thought.

Five minutes later Sarah entered the room, vacuum cleaner at the ready. Hearing the sounds coming from one of the sofas she sighed and put the appliance down. She left the room going to the apartment's kitchen to make herself a cup of tea while she waited. Their behavior was cute in a way, but did they have any idea how they messed up her schedule? If they kept on it more then half an hour, god help them, they would have canned soup for dinner…