Errr… so I thought we would meet at my mums at 2 PM but it turns out it's 12… so this has to be posted earlier than planned, but when I looked this story had gotten ALL the votes! So here we go! Something murky before X-mas! ;)

Disclaimer: In MY dreams the Titans are mine…

The Darkest Half was nice enough to give me this idea a while back… it made my brain giddy with the possibilities, and I might very well use the same basic plot again to explore more, because this can be done as a crack too… at least lighter… ;)

In Your Dreams

Sometimes Robin woke up with bruises he didn't remember getting.

When training and fighting, like the Teen Titans did, this wasn't very uncommon; you couldn't possibly remember every little scrape, and things always felt worse the day after, anyway. The last month, however… Robin tried to ignore it in the beginning, but then, one morning, he discovered a few red marks on his neck.

"Well, it's not an infection or a rash… seems to just be a light bruise of some kind…" Cyborg said, checking Robin's vital scans. "You say you don't know how you got them?"

"No, I don't… maybe I just slept funny…" Robin shrugged.

"What about last night, then?" Cy said, sounding like he didn't want to bring the matter up.

"Last night?"

"Yeah, I look through the security every morning, and I've been noticing you sneaking out more and more… I thought you just needed some space, you know, so I didn't want to mention it…"

"I wasn't out last night!" Robin objected.

"Well… someone with your code and thumb-print was…" Cyborg didn't seem too happy about not being believed… or lied to.

Robin's head spun. The security-log didn't make things up. Something was wrong here. Very, very wrong. He didn't want to worry his team, though, not until he knew more.

"Oh… err… yes, yeah, that's right, I just went out to take a run around the island… just needed some fresh air…" Robin said. "I completely forgot about it."

"Okay, man, whatever you say." Cyborg shrugged. If their leader had gone for a run, then why had the log shown him exiting the garage to the main-land tunnel? And Cy doubted a run would take hours. However, he knew his friend. Robin would first want to take care of things himself. If it was serious, he would come to them. He had been rather distant lately, more quiet. When he spoke he seemed to question things he never had before. Cyborg, though feeling uneasy about it, thought Robin merely had a lot on his mind. The teen always buried himself in the riddles of life, trying to find the answers. It would pass.

Robin paced his room. He had checked the log himself now, going back a couple of weeks, and his little 'outings' all matched the mornings he had woken up with bruises. What was going on? One thing was for sure; he wouldn't dare going to sleep again without some sort of protection…

In the end he designed a small Velcro-wrist band built to give him a small shock, which would, Robin hoped, get him to snap out of his unconscious actions. At first he set to go off if he tried to leave the Tower, but then he reconsidered. If he stopped himself from leaving, he would never find out where he went all those nights, and what had happened. He grimly sat the device to go off twenty minutes after leaving the building. That would get him a good idea about what was going on, he hoped.

Three nights later, Robin found himself standing on a roof. He blinked. He didn't remember getting there, and he looked down at his wrist. His plan had worked. Now all he had to do was figure out what was going on.

"Finally awake, then, Robin?"

The teen spun around, facing a man in a two-toned mask, holding a bo-staff. The teen whipped his out as well.

"So, this is your doing? How? Drugs?" Robin snarled.

"No, in fact, I only took advantage. Why you sleepwalk I don't know… although I have my guesses…" Slade's voice was dripping of amusement, making Robin shiver. Slade in a good mood was not a good thing. Nor was Slade in a bad mood, naturally, but, somehow, this freaked Robin out more.

"Sleepwalk?" Robin asked. The idea had occurred to him, but he really didn't think he would be able to sleep through getting those bruises.

"Yes. I thought the marks I left on your body would have clued you in long before now… but I guess it took the hickeys to make you react."

"Hickeys?!" Robin slapped a hand over the side of his neck, mortified.

"Believe me, it was completely consensual …" the man chuckled.

"Consensual? I was asleep you ass-hole!"

"Well, there was that little detail…" Slade said airily like it didn't really matter. Robin was of another opinioned completely. It suddenly occurred to the hero that the situation might be worse.

"What… what more did we…?"

"If I had fucked you yet, you would have noticed…" Slade snorted. "Actually, up to the point where you came on to me the other night, we merely sparred."

"I… I came on to you?" Robin spluttered. "Liar!"

"Thought you'd say that…Haven't you notice how much of a better fighter you have become? And, about the kissing… I brought some evidence…" Slade threw him a small USB-stick. "Take a look. There are cameras all across the city, after all…"

Robin made sure the man was at a proper distance as he grabbed his communicator and plugged in the memory-drive. The image showing up was one of an alley, were two people were fighting. There was even sound, although it was weak.

"Good, Robin, I want you to follow through with another kick, though, the first is to stun, the other to keep your opponent down." Robin heard his adversary instruct. He saw himself nodding and doing what the man had said, something that made his stomach knot. Then, suddenly, as they came close to each other, the Robin on the screen dropped his bo-staff and actually jumped the man in front of him. Robin had to admit that Slade looked surprised, but damn, did he recover quickly! Robin had just realized that to give him a hickey, Slade must have taken his mask off, and, at that moment, the man on the screen did, with a little help from himself. A few seconds later Robin snapped the lid shut, his cheeks red.

"Okay… so? I was asleep!" he muttered, glaring at Slade who was leaning against a wall.

"That is no excuse… it was still you."

"I sometimes have nightmares about rubber ducks! Doesn't mean I'm afraid of them!" Robin shouted, repressing a shiver. Damn those scary rubber ducks…

"Indeed? Well… I believe that the reason you are sleepwalking, is that your subconscious want something. You want something. Me."

Robin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I want you?"

"Nice of you to admit it."

"It was a question, and you know it!" Robin snarled. Slade calmly took his mask of, and used the moment after well, as Robin was a bit stunned. Robin hissed as pain flared across his face. First he thought that Slade has struck him, but then he noticed that his mask was gone.

"There. No more masks, no more secrets." Slade said, tossing the teen's on the ground. Robin fought an urge to dive for it, it was too late anyway. "Prepared to be honest now, Robin?"

"No!" Robin growled, only half aware that he was, in fact, admitting to having lied.

Slade caught his chin, tilting it up.

"Blue eyes… I didn't know that. I'm prepared to be honest, Robin, so I'll start. I think you are astonishing, and I want you. Now. Tonight."

Robin's fist crashed into the man's face.

"Get away from me!" the teen hissed and made a run for it. He didn't get far.

Two buildings over Slade had him pinned against a wall, kissing him. Robin tried everything from kicking to biting, but it only seemed to make the man more determined.

"Please, Robin, stop the act..." the man purred as he took a short break.

"What act? I'm trying to get away!" Robin gasped.

"Oh, yes? Then why were you running away from the Tower?" Slade smirked.

Robin looked around. He had. In fact he had run into a virtual dead end, the buildings surrounding this roof was too tall, with very few places which would hold a grapple hook. He knew that, he knew this whole city like he knew the Tower, so why the hell…?

"You… you're wrong…" Robin mumbled.

"No. You prefer me. You turn your back on them. You know what you want, Robin, don't fight it."

Robin's heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. No one could know what he had been thinking about, yes, dreaming about. Slade couldn't know, could he? It wasn't right, it was just a phase… he… He looked up and closed his eyes.

"…Yes…" he whispered.

He didn't fight the kiss, he didn't fight as he was being taken to a series of dark rooms under the city. He didn't fight as he was lowered down on a bed.

Slade's kisses burned, burrowing deep inside him, letting more and more of what he had been hiding free.

Stupid, ungrateful people!

Slade had started to undress him, but Robin didn't fight that either. He wanted the uniform gone. It felt fake, constricting, suffocating.

Cowardly politicians! Corrupt police…

"Help me…" he begged, lifting his hips.

"I will… I'll help you…." Slade whispered above him, sliding the green tights down.

Robin trembled as Slade's naked body covered his own, but the man's kissing soothed him now, instead of tearing him apart. He spread his legs and lifted his hips, inviting the man in. He clutched the pillow behind his head hard, as the man entered him, but wouldn't close his eyes, instead locking them onto the man's face, watching the pleasure in the grey-blue single eye, pretending it was his own.

After a few minutes, it was.

They deserve it… they all deserve it…

He cried out as Slade hit a place inside him which made him feel alive for the first time in very long. Robin gripped the pillow harder again, lifting his hips higher. He didn't hold on to the man, though, he couldn't. It… wasn't right.

The stupid fucking bitch deserved it too… betraying us! Almost… killing him…I'm not sorry! I'm not…

Robin kept watching Slade's face. Lust and triumph were mixed there. He had won.

Yes… he helped me save the world…

Robin put his arms around the man's neck then, clinging to him through the last thrusts, through his own, almost painful, orgasm. Clutching, crying soundlessly, shuddering…

When it was all over, Robin was curled up on his side, staring into the wall. Slade was pressed up behind him, almost humming in contentment.

"What now?" Robin whispered.

"Now…" Slade smirked "I'll teach you how to live again… without them…"

The End

A/N: -shuffles feet nervously- Sooo… what did you think? I could have made this into a very FUNNY story, I almost did, Red X was in it, and I had a lot of bickering thought out, and then it turned darker, and… I think this mirrors Robin's mental struggle with life as a hero… it MUST get frustrating at times, right? It must be tempting to just… give oneself up… I think this comes a bit from "The Best Christmas Present Ever" and how Robin and the rest were treated by the press in the beginning… nothing irks me so much as ungrateful people (sometimes it feels like I work in a company full of them)… ;)

Well, enough trying to defend it! If you got it, you got it, if not… err… sorry? ;) "Feeling no Pain" will be posted tomorrow morning along with the last chapter of "The Best Christmas Present Ever"…

Yes, and I added to the communicator again, now you can apparently plug in a usb-drive into it and watch movie-files... who knew? But... why not? ;)