Merry Christmas fullmetaldevil! I'll keep the pairing you wanted quiet for now, but you wanted something dark. Very dark… and non-con… I hoped I have lived up to your expectations… I still claim I haven't got the dark thing down, but I try… At least you get twelve pages of the stuff… which is bad if you hate it… dang…

So.. WARNING: Dark, non-con and rather graphic! Don't read if you are in a fluffy mind!


Happy New Year?

The hero-community didn't see it coming. Far below the Pentagon, in the secret sublevels not even the president knew about, the plans were formed, laws were prepared and the congress bought. It was the end of the world of heroes.

The men and women behind the plan did it out of fear. Some did it because they thought it was for the best, that they were protecting their cities. Some thought the meta-humans were freaks, and shouldn't be allowed to mix with 'true' humans. Whatever their reasons for designing the plan were, they had enough money and enough power to make it true.

Like the fall of the Knights Templar, it happened practically overnight. Attacks, arrests, and killings, called 'self defense', erupted over the country. Good or bad didn't matter to the planners. If you had a power, if you dared fight back… you were doomed. Another thing that didn't matter was age…

Three months later and Robin was running through the sewer systems of Jump City. Having no powers he had not been on the first list, but he sure as hell was on it now. At the top. And it started to wear him down. He hadn't been home the night it had happened. He had been out on patrol, ever thinking he could do it alone, ever trying to prove himself. Maybe if he had been there… he shook his head. He couldn't allow himself to think about that anymore. He had to focus on the present. He had to try to get to Gotham. Join Batman. He had heard rumors of a group there, the last survivors… but being out in the open was dangerous.

-Click-

As dangerous as being down in the sewers, apparently. He dived and the projectile, a sedative arrow, clattered against the wall where his shoulder had just been.

There was an amused chuckle behind him.

"Congratulations, Robin. I see your reflexes have quite improved."

Robin spun around. Slade.

After the government had taken down every meta-human they could find, a list with names had been created. Names of those who got away. And each name had a price tag. Money meant bounty hunters, and as long as you didn't have special powers you could easily get a license. Slade had powers, but no one knew about them… no one that was still alive… Besides, he was the best, having brought in half the names on the original list single-handedly… alive or what was left of them… It didn't matter. Not to him and not to the people in charge. A dead meta-human was a good meat-human. Saved on jail-expenses too… and executions…

Like Robin, not all the names on the list belonged to people with special abilities. If you fought the system you were an enemy. That went for family and friends of rebels as well, of course. You couldn't be too careful.

And now Slade had come for the former leader of the Teen Titans.

Robin knew better than to fight. He swallowed his pride and simply ran, hoping to lose Slade in the underground maze. He felt cold as he heard the chuckle behind him. The man wasn't running. He was in no hurry. He would get his little bird sooner or later.

An hour later Robin's heart felt like it was about to explode. Running down here was exhausting, as the water was almost knee deep at places, and then he could only wade, painfully slow. To add to the problems he no longer knew where he was. He had tried to stay in known territory, but every turn leading there, seemed to contain a shadow, a movement, a chuckle… Robin had a feeling he was being herded somewhere, and he had no way of avoiding it. Gritting his teeth he dashed through another passageway and came out into a rather large, round room. The floor was dry here, and it occurred to Robin that he had been heading upwards for a little while, and now he seemed to have left the sewers completely. This looked more like an old cellar of sorts…

Something worried him and first he couldn't figure out what. Then it occurred to him that he could see, without the night-vision filter. In the sewers the only light was what little had spilled down from the openings in the gutter, here there were more. He couldn't see any light source, though. What's more; for a second he couldn't see any other exits either, and worried about trying to go back. Then he spotted an opening and headed towards it.

"Welcome, boy. Leaving so soon?"

Robin spun around. Slade stood in the opening he had just come through, leaning on the doorframe like he had just taken a stroll in the park.

"Back off, Slade! Leave me alone!"

"With that price on your head? I shouldn't think so… In fact, that has attracted a lot of attention towards you… you should be proud…"

Robin backed away slowly, making sure he closed in on the only other exit out of there. Then it dawned on him. 'Welcome…?'

"What is this place?" he snarled.

"Home sweet home… or the basement of it. Adding bounty hunter to my mercenary profession was a rather sound financial option."

Robin swore under his breath.

"How did you-?" He wanted to know how Slade had managed to heard him here... Was only his paranoia playing tricks on him, blocking paths that were really open?

"Oh, I had help."

The small hairs on the back of Robin's neck stood up, and he sensed that his escape route behind him was no longer free. Again he threw himself to the side, but this time he was a little too slow. Something sharp slashed at his shoulder, and he dropped and rolled, trying to avoid a second blade. The one that had grazed his shoulder landed and slid across the floor, coming to a stop by the wall. The weapon itself told Robin who the second bounty hunter was. Red X.

Robin had turned so he now could keep an eye on both his enemies. Slade was still leaning against the wall, and Red X, appearing from the shadows, mimicked the older mans move, lazily tossing and catching another sharp X-blade with one hand.

"Hey, kid. What's up?"

Robin growled and clutched his shoulder. The cut wasn't deep, actually it barely bled. He should be thankful the thief hadn't taken his arm off.

"So, X… no pretty things left to steal, or what?" Robin muttered, making himself ready for the fight.

The taller teen laughed. "Of course there is… what do you think I am doing right now?"

Robin could feel himself blush slightly. He hated those innuendoes… they had started back before the world had turned upside down, and had grown bolder every time the boys had met. He shrugged it off for now, promising himself to try to give Red at least one good kick before they took him down. Because Robin knew he was trapped. There were no way out of this… he could only hope they would have enough mercy to kill him before turning his body over to the government… those people stopped at nothing to get the information they wanted. Robin had stayed hidden and had not heard any news for weeks, but they would think he knew something. And they would try to make him talk. After all, he was just another freak, or rather, a friend of freaks…

He wouldn't go down without a fight though…

"So, you're helping Slade? Isn't that a new low for you? Or is it part of community service? Tending to the elderly?" Robin smirked and was rewarded with a low growl from the man. Red X only snickered.

"Ooooh, jealous Robin? Want to tend to him yourself? I really recommend it, you know…"

"Shut up, thief!" Robin snarled. "All I want is to kick your ass… so do you need an invitation, or what?"

Red didn't move, only continued laughing.

"We don't need to fight you, kid… we only need to wait…"

"What? Wait for me to give up out of boredom? Not gonna happen. You are going to get bruised…" Robin took another step back to gain some ground and stumbled slightly.

There was a low chuckle from Slade. "No, my boy… wait for the sedative on the shuriken to kick in.."

Robin gasped as the room began to turn slightly. He reached for his bo-staff and extended it. Suddenly the men had come closer. When did that happen? There seemed to be more of them too… Robin cried out and swung wildly at the shapes with his staff, hitting nothing by air. One of the slade-shaped ones stepped forward and swiped at Robin's feet with his own staff. Robin could see it coming and tried to jump out of the way, but he was too slow. Much too slow. The weapon connected painfully with his ankles, sending him sprawling on the stone floor.

Someone kicked him over on his back and Robin blinked up at the two shadows above him.

"Piece of cake, Slade, wasn't it?" he heard Red X gloat. "So? Are we gonna bring him in at once or what?"

"Well…" Slade purred. "Everything is closed over the holidays… Why don't we keep him for now?"

Red X laughed again and Robin heard his voice close to his ear.

"Yeah, right, I forgot kid… Merry Christmas…"

Robin didn't black out, the sedative seemed to mostly affect his muscles and make him very dizzy. He felt his belt being stripped away, along with his gloves, boots and cape. He tried to fight the hands off, but his attempts only led so snorts of amusement. Then there were a hand by his face, tugging at his mask.

"…no! No… don't…" Robin mumbled weakly.

"Little bird. You have no use for that mask anymore. Everyone knows who you are now, Richard, they have known since Batman fell…" Slade told him and ripped the thing off.

Robin stared up at the masked faces.

"B-batman's…?"

"Dead. Yes." Slade told him and met his gaze steadily.

"Ohhh…pretty just got prettier…" Red cooed as he watched the azure depths of Robin's eyes slowly fill up with tears. "Oh, you gonna cry for daddy now, birdy-boy?" he added mockingly. "You'll have something else to cry about soon enough."

Robin closed his eyes.

Batman. Bruce. The last one. His last hope. He thought he had run out of tears… Apparently he was wrong.

"Eww… he smells…" Red noted. "Well, living in the sewers will do that you, I guess…"

"I agree. Let's take him upstairs. We can have the robots clean and dress him while we prepare for our little… houseguest. The sedative should last another two hours."

Robin felt them grab an arm each and start dragging him away. Silent tears kept falling to the ground behind them, glittering like a little trail of diamonds.

The hot water made Robin gasp. At first it felt like he was submersed in lava, but after a little while he started to get used to the temperature. He hadn't felt warmth like this since before that night, and he had grown used to being cold. Hands started to clean him roughly with sponges. Many pair of hands. The Slade-bots had stripped him and were now following their master's command to the fullest, cleaning the boy completely. The bathwater had to be changed a few times, due to the grime Robin had collected. Caring for himself had not been a top priority lately. A toothbrush was showed into his mouth and he spluttered until his jaws were pried open and the aspiring robot dentist could reach everywhere. His nails were cleaned and cut, both on his hands and toes, his ears were giving a scrubbing too, and there were several 'rinse-and-repeat'-sessions done to his hair. They even washed him down there. Robin barely had the energy to blush, and was thankful they were only robots. He kind of hoped they would short-circuit form all the water, though, but it seemed they could handle it. At last they seemed to decide that he was clean and rinsed him off carefully a final time before starting to pat him dry with thick towels. Robin found himself enjoying the feeling and idly wondered why Slade and Red X had wanted him clean… they were most likely just going to keep him in a cell, probably sedated, so why bother? Maybe he really smelled…

He was again dragged, or more carried, into another room and placed on something soft. A bed? He kept his eyes closed, almost nodding off, until the hands grabbed him again. Something cold wrapped around him and he jerked, trying to fight them off, but to no avail. What were they doing? Whatever it was he was soon covered in it from head to foot and it pinned his arms to his sides and his legs together. They were wrapping him up like a mummy! Was it so he wouldn't be able to move once the sedative wore off? He had already begun feeling stronger. The stuff covered his face too, but at least he could breathe, but only barely. Apparently done, the robots left the room and closed the door behind them. Robin was alone. He could only hear his own shallow breathing. Again he wondered what the heck was happening. He remembered the horrible news and once more felt the grief well up inside him. He managed to press it down this time, though. If it was such a thing as an after-life he would see his mentor soon enough. And if there wasn't… well… it would be over, anyway. No more running away. He was tired of running. He was just… tired…

He awoke to the sound of the door opening and there was a snort of laughter.

"Red, was this your idea?" Slade asked, sounding very amused.

"Yup… Merry Christmas!" he heard the thief's voice say. "Just don't expect any other presents, 'kay?"

"How very generous of you…" the man purred and there was a strange silence, filled with only the tiniest sounds, and ending with a sudden intake of breath. Robin frowned. Had they… had they just… kissed? It was a disturbing image, but the fact that they must have their masks off intrigued him.

He twisted, trying to loosen up the strange bonds.

"My little present is awake, I see…" the mercenary chuckled and Robin felt the bed dip down on his right.

"Starting to feel better, I bet…" Red X said and Robin felt the bed dip on his left, as well.

They were both in bed with him! Why? What were they-? Oh… no… Robin started to struggle wildly.

"Let me out of this, let me go!"

"Seems like your present wants to be unwrapped…" Red X giggled. "Why don't you go ahead…?"

Slade made a deep, purring sound that made Robin freeze up in terror, and then a strip of material were peeled off from his mouth and nose. Robin gasped, gulping down the fresh air, but suddenly something pressed against his lips. Slade was kissing him! Robin tried to turn his head away, but a strong hand grabbed his hair through the material, ripping more off. Robin then tried to bite, but got bitten instead as Slade clamped his teeth down on the boy's bottom lip until he whimpered in pain.

"Now be good, little Robin… or I will bite your tongue off…" Slade hissed and kissed the boy again. Robin still wriggled, trying to get out of reach, but he didn't dare to try and bite again.

More material was peeled off and suddenly Robin could see. He stared up at the two unknown faces. One looked like it was chipped out from a block of stone, hard, cold and sharp, with a patch covering a missing or damaged eye. Slade. White hair and beard matched the cruel face. Robin shivered. He had never been more afraid of the man. He shifted his eyes to Red. Young. Two or three years older than Robin, perhaps, no more. Pale eyes glittered in amusement and short blond hair were fashionable ruffled. His face also resembled stone, but if Slade was rough granite, Red was pure, smooth marble. Just as cold, though. Just as cold.

"Didn't you clean up well…? Let's see more of you…" Red grinned and tore at Robin's bindings. Robin looked down. He was covered in wrapping paper! There were ribbons too, red ones, wrapped around him to strengthen the layers of paper. There was even a big bow, placed directly over his… Robin blushed and turned his eyes away. This wasn't happening. Not really… The two were playing a joke on him… please let it be a joke…

"Hey, hey… my present, remember?" Slade growled and made Red stop.

"Oh, but I can play with him too, can't I?" the teen begged and gave the man a puppy-dog look.

"Of course you can… but I would like to unwrap him first."

Robin had stayed still and quiet in shock, but now he started twisting and cursing.

"Don't you dare touch me, you filthy bastards! I won't let you! I-"

The world went black for a second as the back of Slade's hand's connected with Robin's cheek, making his head twist to the side. The boy gasped as he slowly turned his head back, afraid his neck had been broken.

"Now you listen to me, little boy… you will let us play with you, or you will regret it, have I made myself clear?"

"Go to hell, Slade!" Robin spat, only earning him a chuckle this time.

"Red, why don't you go and pick out some toys… seems the boy needs some… convincing…"

Red giggled and disappeared from the room.

Slade smirked down on the helpless boy and continued to tear the paper off.

"No, Slade… please… just kill me!" Robin begged softly, hating himself.

The man chuckled.

"If you are very good, my boy… I promise I'll kill you afterwards…"

"You sick-"

Slade's hand clamped over Robin's mouth, also covering his nose, making it impossible for the boy to breathe.

"Now, now… no being impolite, Robin. Bruce raised you better than that, didn't he?" The man removed his hand and Robin gasped for breath, only glaring up at him. "I will be doing you a favor, you know. You are classified as a traitor to the country now." Robin blinked. He hadn't known that. "You know what they do to traitors, Robin, don't you?"

The boy's glare intensified. "They shoot them." Robin answered, growling.

"No, my boy. They question them… then they shoot them… if they survive the questions. You won't have to go through that."

"Oh, thank you very much." Robin snorted sarcastically.

"You are welcome." Slade was dead serious.

Robin closed his eyes briefly. It was useless to fight. He was still feeling the effects of the drug and he was tangled up in paper and ribbons, still not able to even stir much. As soon as he was free and able to move again, he would kick the men's faces in so hard their noses would appear on the back of their heads.

Red X reappeared, carrying a bag. Robin couldn't see what was in it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He realized he had to stall them. More time would help him recover.

"Is… is it really Christmas?" he asked, feeling stupid, but what the hell… other subjects were somewhat scarce…

"Yeah, it's Christmas Eve." Red answered. "I would wish you a happy New Year, but… you know.." the teen grinned and shrugged.

"I have my doubts about a 'merry Christmas' too…" Robin muttered and realized something. "So Slade is opening his Christmas present early…?" he was watching Red X when he said it, depending on the teens sense of humor. He wasn't disappointed as the thief gave Slade a rather evil grin.

"Yeah, the kid is right… it's only ten in the evening… you have to wait until midnight!"

"I can't even unwrap him?" Slade asked, innocently.

"Awww… Okay, you can… but no deflowering our little boy here until its Christmas day!"

"Oh, I can wait… there are other things to do until then…" Slade purred and to Robin's horror stretched out on the bed next to him.

"That reminds me… I brought a snack!" Red X said, and fished around in the bag he had brought, bringing up a smaller bag. "Seedless grapes! The snack of gods!" he declared and stretched out on Robin's other side, holding up the bunch of grapes for Slade to take a bite. The man did and Robin could hear the crunch as the grape was crushed between the man's teeth. He could smell the fresh sweetness of the fruit as well. His mouth began to water.

"Hey, kid, you hungry?" Red smirked, dangling the cluster above Robin's mouth. Robin wasn't hungry. He was starving. For months he had lived on half eaten hamburgers and restaurant leftovers. He knew he was getting weaker by the day from the lack of nutrition, and the promise of fresh fruit was almost too much for him. Even so, he turned his face away.

"I bet he is. You just have to serve it right." Slade smirked and popped another grape in his mouth. Then he pressed his lips to Robin's, forcing the boy's mouth open, pushing the grape in. Robin couldn't help it. He chewed. And again. He closed his eyes in bliss as the flavor filled his mouth.

"Hot! Let me try!" he heard Red X say and suddenly another set of lips covered his, and another grape entered his mouth. Robin ate that too, eagerly, no longer caring how it might look. He didn't notice that Red's lips lingered on his until the thief's tongue started playing with his.

"Mmpf…" he tried to object, but soon Slade took over.

Sometimes there were grapes in their mouths and sometimes not. Robin learned that he had to part his lips either way, to get any more of the delicious fruit. He got a break when the grapes finally were gone and saw the other two grin at each other over his body. Robin felt himself going red with shame. Their hands were everywhere too, and soon all the paper were ripped away, leaving him naked between them. The red ribbon was still snaked around his body. It was very loose but it did stop him from any sudden movements.

"You look very pretty…" Red whispered and kissed Robin's neck. Robin startled as Slade did the same on his side, and closed his eyes tightly as they worked downwards.

"Does he have sensitive nipples, you think?" Red asked and promptly flicked one. Robin let out a little cry and felt his nipple harden.

"I think he does." Slade chuckled, and then Robin felt something hot surrounding his other one. He opened his eyes in surprise, staring in shock as Slade's tongue started to flick over the sensitive bud.

Robin gasped and arched his back without realizing it. As he discovered what he was doing he tried to turn away.

"Look, he wants to turn over already…" Red laughed. "Take it easy, kid, we have over an hour left!"

"No!" Robin gasped, shaking his head. "No, no, no, n- aaaaarghhh!" Slade had bit him again, on his nipple this time.

"I think it's time for the toys… let's teach him a lesson about objecting, shall we?" Slade said.

"Yes sir!" Red X grinned and handed the bag over to the man. Slade looked through it and lifted out a leather paddle. Robin paled and tried to crawl away again.

"No, no, no…" Slade tutted and placed his hand on Robin's chest, pinning him to the mattress with ease. "Don't try to wriggle your way out of your punishment. It will only hurt more…"

Before Robin knew it he was sprawled over the man's knees.

"Ohh… just look at that cute bottom!" Red said, and Robin felt his hand running over his naked backside. "Almost a shame to slap it…"

"I will just make it a nice color… to match his face…" Slade chuckled.

Robin never heard the strike coming, so he cried out in surprise as the leather hit its mark. At first it didn't hurt that bad, but as Slade continued the man put more force into the strikes and Robin's skin started to burn. At first the boy cursed and yelled all the nasty thinks he could think of.

"You'll never get away with this!" he ended with, more or less out of habit. Slade stopped for a moment.

"There is no one left to save you, Robin." he told him, almost softly, before starting up again. Robin kept quiet after that, only biting back on the whimpers when the pain got too bad.

"Feel this…" Slade told Red as he put the paddle aside and caressed Robin's bruised bottom.

"Wow… It's twice as hot now…" Red chuckled.

Robin felt himself being rolled onto the bed once more, on his side this time, to spare his backside. His eyes were again tightly shut.

"Let's get comfortable… it's not long now, is it?" Slade asked.

"Not very." Red grinned. Are you really gonna take your clothes off? You're gonna traumatize the kid."

"Well it won't be for long…" Slade chuckled and Robin could hear clothes fall to the floor. Red joined him and soon Robin felt hot, naked skin pressing up against him from both sides.

"You… you promised, right?" he whispered, turning his head back towards Slade, who were spooning him.

"Promised what?" Slade asked.

"That… you… right after?"

"Yes Robin, if that is what you want."

"What?" Red asked, annoyed that he apparently missed something.

Robin opened his eyes and looked into the young thief's.

"…kill me…. after you…"

"Oww! Don't ruin the fun, kid! Tomorrow's tomorrow!" Red exclaimed like Robin was just being grumpy. He crawled down a little and again Robin felt lips around a nipple, sucking gently. Pushing away from Red meant pushing into Slade, and Robin already felt more of the man than he wanted. Slade's hand was caressing his hip and then it slid down over his butt, making Robin twitch in agony. Robin could feel the man's arousal pressing against his body and gasped as the man lifted Robin's leg.

"N-no… not yet… please!" he begged.

"Shhh… just getting comfortable…" Slade whispered and Robin felt the man's shaft between his thighs, rubbing against them. Robin tried to stop them, but Slade only moaned slightly.

"That's a good boy… press your thighs together… it feels great, you know…"

Robin quenched a sob. He was still trapped in the damn ribbons! He tried to move, sliding a loop off here and there until he was almost free. He was so focused on that, that he didn't notice what Red was doing until it was too late. The thieves' greedy mouth closed over Robin's uninterested member, making Robin push back hard against Slade. The man chuckled, and threw and arm over the boy's chest pinning his arms. A leg over Robin's knees took care of any kicking the boy might try.

"Isn't Red nice to you? He's trying to make you enjoy it…" Slade purred in Robin's ear.

"I don't want to enjoy it! Stop! Please stop!" Robin started out growling, but it turned into a whimper.

"Did you hear that? He doesn't want to like it, so you can stop that now…" Slade told Red.

The teen chuckled. "Well, he might not want too, but he does…" he said, revealing the truth.

Robin couldn't stand it any more. He threw his head back, hitting Slade's jaw, and then twisted a leg free from the man's grip, aiming a kick at Red. He fought like an animal, and he fought dirty. Suddenly he was out of the bed, but then he tripped on the ribbons and his knees hit the floor with a painful crack. Robin barely felt it, though, as he desperately tried to get on his feet. It all ended when a hand caught a fistful of his hair and pulled him backwards. Three more hands brought the struggling boy back on the bed.

"Hand me the cuffs." Slade said.

Robin yelled in terror and hate, fighting even harder. Red X had to weigh down the hero with his whole body, not that he minded, so Slade could grab his arms. Cold steel closed around first one and then the second of his wrists and Robin pulled against the bonds. As soon as his arms were secured to the headboard, his enemies backed off to admire their work. Robin thrashed in the bed, cursing and yelling again.

"Give me the lube, I'm going to fuck him right now." Slade said coldly and as if he had pushed a button, the boy in the bed fell still and silent. Big terrified eyes stared at them both, begging them not to do this. But neither the thief nor the mercenary had any second thoughts. Red X checked his watch.

"Yeah, well, it's only a minute to midnight, so I guess you can start. Want me to help?"

"Yes. Hold his legs."

"Sure. I have an idea…" Red sniggered and gathered up some of the ribbons.

Robin tried to kick them as they got closer, but Slade had no trouble catching his feet and bent Robin's legs at the knee, pushing them upwards. Red idly slipped the ribbons behind Robin's neck and started to tie them around the boy's knees, one end around each knee, pulling it tight, making the legs stay up and parted.

Robin turned to him.

"Please! Please, Red, you can't let him do this! You are not like this! Please!" If Robin had any hope his plea would work it died as Red's eyes hardened.

"Hey, kid, I'm a thief, right? I steal whatever I want. Right now… it's your ass. You are not going anywhere, birdy, so just relax and enjoy…" he smirked, giving the helpless Robin a smack on his tender bottom.

Something pushed against Robin's opening and he clenched as he felt Slade's finger invade him.

"He's very tight… good thing you brought the thick lube…" Robin heard the man grunt, and then the boy cried out as a second finger pushed in.

"I'll give him something else to think about…" Red laughed and waved something in front of Slade, who chuckled.

"Good idea… just let me get in position."

Robin shook his head madly, feeling the ribbons bite into his neck. He thrashed on the bed again, but only managed to impale himself deeper on Slade's fingers.

"Eager little bird, isn't he?" the man purred.

"You can't do this! I'll kill you, you bastards! Stop! Pl-please… st-stop…" the boy started to sob, finally realizing that there was no way out, that this was going to happen no matter what he did.

"-Hush little baby, don't say a word, Slade's gonna fuck his little Robin-bird…-" Red sang mockingly and leaned over Robin again. He was holding two small, metal gadgets and Robin stared at them, not understanding what they were. "-And if the Robin bird won't sing, Slade will have to break it's wing… and if that wing is not enough, Slade will have to get really rough…-" the teen continued, laughing.

"You made up those lyrics right now? I'm impressed…" Slade chuckled.

"What can I say, I'm an artist…" Red grinned and turned to Robin again, holding up the devises. "These, little bird, are nipple clamps. Guess where they go?"

Red had to snake his arms in between Robin's legs and body to reach his nipples in this position, and before he did, Robin felt Slade's fingers withdraw and something bigger start to press itself in.

"There…" Red said and snapped the metal jaws shut around the heroes nipples.

Robin screamed. It felt like a knife was plunged into his gut and his nipples were cut off at the same time. He screamed until he had more no air, and then everything went black.

Robin awoke to a dulling ache and throbbing red nipples, only to find it wasn't over. The clamps had come off, but Slade was still moving inside him, thrusting hard and fast. Robin whimpered and when he felt lips against his. Red. Robin was thankful for every distraction, even this one, and opened his mouth to let Red enter.

"Mmm…. that's nice kid… makes me want to give you something more…" The thief kneeled in front of him, and suddenly Robin knew what something 'more' was. He tried to turn his head away, but Red pushed a pillow behind his neck and pinned his head to the side.

"Careful, or he'll bite it off…" Slade grunted.

"Oh, you are only interested in my ass, anyway…" Red snickered. "Besides, I thought about that.." Something stabbed at Robin's cheek, and as Red expertly pried his mouth open Robin felt the handle of the leather paddle slid into the corner of his mouth, making sure he couldn't bite down. Red let the head of his cock play around Robin's lips, coating them with pre-cum, before sliding in. Robin tried to stop him with his tongue, but that only seemed to entice the teen more. Soon he was sliding in and out, matching Slade's rhythm, and almost choking the boy with every thrust.

Even the most terrible nights have mornings. Robin was sprawled on the bed on his stomach, shaking. They had done everything they could think of to him, and then the men needed to rest, they had amused themselves by torturing him. His back and inner thighs were now covered in marks from a leather strap, and his wrists were worn raw from the handcuffs. Robin had stopped fighting hours ago. It was so much easier just to open his mouth or to stay still in whatever position the men chose. Now it was over. They had both left to clean up, and Robin knew Slade would be back soon. He hoped it would be a gun. That would be quick. Please let it be a gun.

The door opened and Slade came in. He wasn't carrying anything. Robin's hope of a swift death dwindled. The man would apparently kill him with his bare hands. Maybe he will snap my neck… that OUGHT to be rather quick... Robin thought. The man stood before the bed and Robin crawled up on his knees, craning his head back to look up at him.

"Do you know what you are worth now, Robin?" Slade asked.

Robin shook head. It had started with a thousand dollars, he knew… one of the first bounty hunters he had met had said something like that.

"The reward is now 110.000 dollars…" the man answered. "You should be proud."

Robin swallowed. "Good for you, then… could you… please just do it?" he asked, lowering his head.

"Weeell…." The man said. "Red X and I had a discussion, and we believe the reward will rise… next week you might be worth a few thousand dollars more…next month… who knows? Especially if we spread some rumors about sightings and maybe stage a government attack or two in your name… You are like money in the bank, as Red would say. And… in the mean time… we did enjoy last night immensely…"

The truth dawned on Robin. He wouldn't die. Not yet. He would be kept here, as…

"No! No, you promised, Slade! You promised!" Robin tried to throw himself at the man, but came up short as one of his wrist were now attached to the bedpost by a long chain.

"Oh, Robin…" Slade chuckled as he walked towards the door. The man turned back and watched the despairing naked boy on the bed. "You know, occasionally… even I lie…"


The End.

A/N: hoped you liked it fullmetaldevil … I know you don't find out everything, like what happened to the Titans… that was intentional… you just have to create those images by yourselves… Hey, why should I do all the work? I also know you wanted toys, and I hope you are not too disappointed that I only incorporated a few…

Oh, I hoped the rest of you who likes the darker stuff liked this too…