A/N: Started this late last night on a whim… I didn't PLAN to write a Halloween story since we don't really celebrate that in Sweden, but what the heck… and in Sweden it's about 7 PM on the 31'st right now so this is NOT late!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
Pairing: oh, come ON… Take a guess!
Warning: Yaoi, but not too slashy… very innocent…
Background:Nope. Completely independent… just read…

Holiday Fun

The fog that rolled in from the ocean chilled Robin's skin. He had felt cooped up in the Tower after a dip in the criminal activity that had lasted all week, so he had decided to go on patrol, the old Gotham style: by himself. In the dark. He would never admit it, but he kind off regretted that now… The fog distorted everything, making it impossible for him to swing over the rooftops as he couldn't see where to aim his grappling hook. The damn weather had changed quickly… when he set out it had been clear enough, but now he could barely see a meter ahead.

His friends were busy preparing the midnight Halloween party for tonight, but Robin had just had enough of decorations and costumes for a while… they spent the whole year fighting people in crazy outfits, and, frankly, that took a bit of the fun away from the holiday. But this was just a short break. He would return in an hour to help finish everything and laugh at BB who, in Harry Potter spirit, had insisted on buying pumpkin juice just to discover he hated the nasty stuff… and now he was cursing a certain Rowling silently, since Raven had stated that 'you bought it, you'll drink it'.

This is nice… the leader of the Teen Titans, grounded because of the weather… and where the HECK did I park my bike? Robin thought to himself, walking down a narrow alley. He kicked a discarded fast food container on the ground before him, feeling rather grumpy. Then, being Robin, he picked it up and threw it in a bin. He couldn't help grinning at himself.

Here I go out to try to find some criminals and what do I end up fighting? Littering? Yes, that's a crime to go home and call Batman about… Maybe I should just go and see if I can find someone jaywalking…

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him. Robin spun around, but there was only fog to be seen. The mist seemed to move, though, like something -someone, Robin corrected himself- had disturbed it.

…tap-tap-tap…

Robin spun around again. Now the sound came from the other direction. The fog moved lazily, but revealed nothing. He scanned the high, bare walls towering above him. No way up.

Ooookay… getting jumpy here… I'm in an alley… there's bound to be cats right…?

A soft chuckle drifted through the mist from behind him.

… and a very… happy… pigeon..?

Robin reached for his bo-staff, extending it slowly.

"Looks like our little bird is nervous…"

That was no pigeon… and he doubted it was a parrot… and that voice came from the front!

"Where are you? Show yourself!" Robin snarled.

"My, my, Robin… the weather's getting to you…?"

Behind him! Robin spun around and swung his staff out at were he thought the voice had come through. It only sliced through empty air, making the mist twirl even more.

Who was that? The fog seemed to distort sound as well, and the walls made it bounce around.

"Stop hiding, cowards!" Robin shouted.

"Hey! No name calling, hero-boy…"

A shape appeared in front of him. A slim black shape with a torn cape and a white skull mask.

"Red X?!" Robin took a step back.

"Long time, no see, kid… Missed me?"

"Like the stomach flu, thief!"

"How about me?"

Robin spun around again to see another shape right behind him. Bigger. Much bigger. Faint light glinting off metal.

"Slade!"

Robin's bo flashed through the air again, and now he had targets to aim for. Unfortunately one of these targets was Slade. The man caught the metal pole with one hand, twisting it out of Robin's grip with ease.

"Relax, little bird…" the man purred.

"Yeah, we just wanted to ask you something…" Red X agreed, closing in on the younger teen from behind. "Trick -"

"…or treat?" Slade finished, taking a step forward as well.

"And, just as a hint, kid… we are kind of hoping for a treat…" the thief snickered.

Robin suddenly found himself almost crushed between the two villains.

"Oh, look…" Red X crooned "A Robin sandwich! Tasty…"

"Even better than turkey…" Slade chuckled close to the boy's ear.

"Wrong holiday, Slade…" Red told him. "Besides, I wouldn't know… in my family we were lucky to have rat…"

"That's rather revolting." Slade said.

"Naaah… you could just have the stuffing…" Red suggested. "But you like birds, right?"

"I think I prefer them, yes." Slade agreed.

"Get away from me, or-" Robin's hand flew to his belt… and found nothing.

"You are a very skilled pick-pocket Red X" Slade hummed approvingly.

"Why, thank you, kind sir!" Red chuckled in a mocking tone.

"But I would like my watch back after this is done, if you don't mind." the man continued flatly.

"Oh. Err… yes… sorry… force of habit…"

"I quite understand. But if you keep that up, I have to snap your neck. You know… out of habit."

"I said I was sorry, right? How about we focus on our little treat now, 'kay?"

"I'm not your little treat!" Robin spat and jumped in the air, kicking out at both his opponents at the same time, making them step back.

"I guess its 'trick' then…" Red sighed.

"Be my guest." Slade offered, making sure the Titan couldn't escape passed him, by drawing his own bo-staff and extending it.

Robin looked around. The alley was too damn narrow! He spotted his belt on the ground, but Red X stood between him and it so he couldn't reach it. He saw the thief move and turned around to face him, but suddenly he was hit forcefully in the chest, slamming against the wall behind him. The back of his head hit the brick wall and for a few seconds Robin was seeing stars. Then he noticed the two shapes closing in and tried to move away. He was stuck! Looking down he realized that what had hit him was one of the thief's sticky x's and that had glued him tightly to the wall.

Robin struggled fiercely against the glue.

"Oh, come on, kid! We just wanted a little treat…" Red said as he saw the struggle.

"What… what do you mean?!" Robin wanted to know, looking from one villain to the other.

"Well…" Red X came up close, standing almost flush against Robin. "Some sugar would be nice..-OW!"

Slade chuckled, sounding very amused.

"Quit it!" Red growled. "The damn kid stamped on my foot!"

"Oh, I would say you were lucky…" Slade said, hinting that the boy could have hit something… else…

Red stiffened, looking over at Robin who smirked

"That's it… no more Mr. nice guy, kiddo…" X growled and fished out another 'X' from his pocket. Now it was Robin's turn to stiffen, not knowing if this was a more deadly variety. Red quickly flicked it at Robin's legs and as it turned out to be another one of the sticky kind Robin's legs were now tightly glued to the wall as well.

"There! Damn, you make it difficult to go trick or treating…" the thief complained.

"Shouldn't you be in costumes, then?" Robin asked dryly. "I mean, I can see that Slade has a bit of a pumpkin-head going on, but that's more or less his look 24/7… but you? Shouldn't you pull a sheet over your head or something? Might be an improvement…"

"Glued to a wall and won't shut up… any ideas on the subject, Slade?" Red growled, obviously miffed about Robin's remark.

"Might have one or two…" the man offered and stroked Robin's neck.

"What do you think you are doing?!" Robin asked, rather freaked by now.

"Just getting into the holiday spirit… you don't mind do you?" Slade asked innocently.

"Oh noooo…" Robin said, voice dripping of sarcasm. "Being glued to a cold wall in front of two egocentric criminal maniacs is just the way I wanted to celebrate. Just give me some pumpkin juice too, and I'll be fine…"

"You actually drink that?!" Red sounded more disgusted then Slade had by the rat comment.

"I think Robin was being sarcastic." Slade told him.

"Oh." Red, who wasn't one for grasping the finer points, said.

"Well, we are passed the trick… how about the treat?" Slade wanted to know.

Red chuckled, sounding rather evil Robin thought, and reached for his belt. "Don't worry, kid, this won't hurt at all…" He brought something out. Robin tensed, trying to see what the thief was holding. He expected a weapon… or a syringe perhaps… not a… black marker?

Robin looked from the marker to Red X and back again.

"What are you going to do? Doodle me to death?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah, kid…But you gave me an idea there, actually… I'm going to do it…"

"Do what?" Slade asked.

"Sign him."

"Excuse me?!" Robin burst out.

"Now… where…?" Red pondered and then he suddenly pulled up the Titan's shirt.

"No! Stop! What..?!" Robin felt the cool tip of the marker against his chest, quickly tracing over his skin… the middle of the 'X' just happened to be positioned over one of his nipples.

"You are so childish, Red…" Slade sighed.

"Come on, Slade! It's a permanent marker! He will wear this for weeks… don't tell me you don't want to!"

The man sighed again, but then he took the marker Red was offering him and kneeled. The pen scratched over Robin's skin again, this time across his lower abdomen.

"You guys are sick." Robin told them matter-of-factly.

"Now… I got this idea I want to try out…" Red drawled. "Would you be a dear and hold his head, Slade?"

The 'dear' snorted but in a second Robin felt like he was stuck in a vice. He growled and fought even harder against the bonds but it was no use. Red moved closer and then he started to swipe the marker across the lenses of Robin's mask.

"What the hell?!" Robin objected and tried to squirm away. Slade's grip wouldn't budge, though.

"Just a precaution… I have wanted to try this like forever!" Red sounded delighted. After a few moments Robin couldn't see a thing.

"If you don't tell me what's' going on right now, I swear I will shove that marker up y-!"

"Ohhhh… Promise?" Red asked breathlessly, making Robin blush slightly.

"Shut up, Red." the boy growled.

"But I thought you wanted to know…?" Red laughed.

"Stop teasing; just tell him, so we can get started…" Slade sounded a bit impatient for once.

"All riiiiight…" Red X sighed. "Well, it all started the other week when Slade and I happened to meet… work-related you know… Anyway, later in the evening we got a bit pissed-"

"Correction. You were the one who was drunk." Slade huffed indignantly.

"Yeah, right. Fuzzy memory, there…" Red agreed and then Robin heard him add in a whisper "Slade was soooo smashed he lisped… Ow!"

"Get on with it…" Slade warned the teen.

Robin couldn't help but smirk. "Hope you threw up in your masks, both of you…" he told them.

"Ewww…" could be heard from Red. "That's nasty, kid… Anyway, we, being drunk and completely sober, decided that you had skipped around this town un-kissed for far too long."

"I… what? You…?" Robin stuttered.

"Yup, so we decided we had to do something about that… so we made sure everything was quiet for a while, waiting for you to go out on one of your little patrol-missions… worked like a charm, didn't it?"

Robin snorted.

"Just think about kissing me, thief, and I'll bite your face off!"

"You are just very rude, aren't you?" Red complained. "Come on, kid! It's just a kiss! Or a few…"

"Submit to us and we'll let you go…" Slade purred. "Don't, and… well... this is a nasty neighborhood to be glued to a wall in… especially for a hero…"

"Bastards…" Robin snarled.

"No, I think my parents were married… some of them… a bit…" Red sounded unsure. "Anyway, it's just a little treat… could be worse, you know… We could have been Plasmus and that Rancid-dude…"

"What's the difference…? I don't make out with criminals…" Robin actually tried to glare, even though he couldn't see.

"So it's the criminal-issue that is bothering you…?" Slade purred.

"Told you it wouldn't be the guy-thing!" Red said triumphantly. "You owe me ten bucks, mister…"

"You still have my watch…" Slade reminded him coldly.

"It's a ten-dollar watch?" asked a disappointed Red.

"It's a ten thousand dollar watch…"

"Ooooooh…."

Robin thought he could hear the older teen drool.

"And if you think you can get away with it, please consider my profession…." Slade warned.

"Nah, I have something prettier to play with now…" Red X said and Robin could suddenly feel him very, very close.

"Go play with yourself!" the Titan shot back.

"Awww… but that's no fun!" Red objected. "Don't be such a spoil-sport Robin!"

"You whine a lot boy. Didn't you get your nap today?" Slade chided the thief before turning to Robin, holding his chin. "You will, as Red X here says, 'play' with us and we will stop at kisses… do you understand?"

Robin paled slightly and then nodded.

"Good boy."

"Whaaat…? No touching?" Red complained.

"Shut up, Red." Slade and Robin told him simultaneously.

The thief muttered something under his breath.

Robin flinched as he heard a soft click, but didn't have time to utter any more protests before a pair of lips was pressed against his roughly. Slade's usually didn't exactly ask permission before he did what he wanted, and he kissed in the same way.

"Kiss back, Robin, or I might go back on our little deal…" Slade threatened him before getting back to work. Robin was already breathing hard and finally gave in, opening his mouth a fraction.

"My turn!" Red demanded and Robin's head were pulled to the side to meet another set of lips. Softer, more playful, making Robin relax a bit. He was quietly working his right hand loose from the sticky stuff, when he felt Slade lips on the left side of his throat, nibbling. Robin gasped at the surprise sensation, letting Red have more access. Slade smoothly took over again and Robin was passed between the two like a 'special cigarette' at a party for stupid people.

"You are not bad, kid…" Red admitted approvingly.

"And… you are…still… both… bastards…" Robin answered, wishing he wasn't that out of breath. He also wished he hadn't made those moaning sounds just before too. The two villains chuckled and attacked him again, being rather unbothered about where they let their hands wander.

Robin's hand was now free and he distracted Red with a rather aggressive kiss as he reached out for the thief's belt pockets. A quick search found one of the sharp X-shaped shurikens the thief carried. He palmed it and carefully let an edge slice through more of the sticky stuff. He tried to remember the layout of the alley, the little he had seen that hadn't been hidden by the fog. He also had memorized the exact spot where his belt lay. Then he exploded. A couple of quick slashes and a forceful tug and he was free. He dove for the spot he remembered his belt to be and found it immediately. He clipped it on as he started to run and his hands found the pocket with tear-gas bombs. He threw one behind him, making sure the unmasked villains would be in too much agony to follow. Before taking any more steps and risking running into something he pulled his own mask off. The fog would shield him, and even if he ran into someone he would, because of the holiday, still only be another kid in an Robin outfit…

The villains had quickly retreated, coughing slightly.

"Well that was fun!" Red said enthusiastically, totally ignoring that his lungs screamed at him. "We have to do that again."

"Any time." Slade agreed, sounding amused.

"Ok, bye then!" Red prepared to swing up a fire escape when his cape was grabbed roughly.

"Forgetting something? I believe you have something of mine…?"

"Oh, yeah… sorry…" Red said, sounding nothing like it. He dipped his fingers into his belt and stiffened. Then he swallowed loudly.

"Errr… Slade? You won't believe this…."

As Robin reached his bike he opened his hand. He grinned down on the other item he had lifted from Red's belt.

I can be quite a bastard too.