Hi! As some of you might have noticed, "Delightful Drabbles" has gotten over 1000 reviews! Number 1000 was Ash4ever and, as a little thank you, I offered her a drabble, naturally! She FINALLY –grins at her- came up with what she wanted, and it was very interesting. It really consisted of two words, except the pairing, and the words were… Online Dating. Wanna know what I did with it? Well, read the damn story then! And don't think I've gotten enough reviews! If it hits 2000 I will write and draw exclusively for that person for a year! –lol- ONLY JOKING! I mean… it actually MIGHT one day…. now I got scared…
It's a free-standing story and about 22-23 pages...
Web Affair
It was 2:17 AM, and Robin stared listlessly at the screen in front of him. It was always around this time at night when research and reports lost a bit of their usual thrill, and he tended to drift off into cyberspace for a while. It could be a link in Wikipedia, which had nothing to do with what he was searching for, but managed to draw his eyes, or it could be an article or two in an online news paper… it could even, though he cringed at the admission, be a silly game of shooting ducks.
This time, it was a banner. A banner he had seen many, many times, but always ignored. It was, after all, nothing he was interested in.
'Would you like to meet someone special?' it said, in bold, pink letters, with a lot of little throbbing hearts around it. 'Find your perfect match in five minutes, right in your own city!' the message continued.
Yeah, good luck with that… Robin snorted to himself. The banner-animation went on, however, and somehow Robin still looked at it.
'Take our test now, there is someone waiting for you!'
Robin was about to close the window, but something made him hesitate.
Test, huh? He admitted it. He loved tests. IQ-tests, personality tests… he only logged onto Facebook for the quizzes. It would only take a few minutes… what was the harm, really?
He clicked.
A few minutes later, he was immersed in a personality test which started the whole thing, apart from the usual age and gender questions. The page didn't seem to have an age-limit, so Robin put down '16' and 'male' and typed in a hotmail-address he had created for these kinds of things, like his Facebook account, for example. Screen names were used, and Robin hesitated for a moment, before smirking to himself and typing 'Bird Boy'. He was proud to be named after a bird, and flying through the air like one, was actually one of the best things about being a hero.
The test started with simple questions like hobbies, favorite colors and things like that. The answers would appear on his bio-page, he was informed, so Robin chose his words carefully, without outright lying. It then went on to personality-questions, some very obscure and all very personal.
The test soon finished, but to Robin's irritation no results came up. Instead there were a few questions about what he was looking for in a partner. Robin had not considered this part at all, and muttered, staring at the first inquiry.
'Preferred gender'.
Robin chewed his bottom lip. He blushed and chose 'male'. He wasn't embarrassed, exactly, he had just never gotten the question before… reporters always asked what his dream girl should look like, and all Cy and BB talked about was girls as well. Robin didn't want to talk about girls. He wanted to talk about hard muscle, amazing abs, wide shoulders and, this was important; flat chests. Preferably somewhat hairy. Being truthful in a web-survey might be a small step in the right direction, but at least it was a step…
'What geographical area or areas are you interested in?'
Again Robin thought about it. He could choose a completely different part of the country… maybe he should… but he was very curious. He often felt quite alone, and sometimes he suspected there just weren't any other gay males in Jump City. At all. Not that he had looked, really. He suspected there must be clubs and stuff, but there were probably age-limits as well… and the age-thing was quite important. Robin glanced downwards on the screen. Yeah. That question was next. He took a deep breath and picked Jump City as the only area. He probably wouldn't get any matches, but at least then he would know.
'What is your partner's preferred age?'
Robin didn't hesitate this time; he chose three age-groups; '25-30', '30-35', and '35-40'. He wanted someone older, and this fact he was very sure about. His biggest turn-off was immaturity, and that might be explained by living with two of the most immature males in the history of the planet. Robin loved his team-mates like brothers and sisters, but, as with siblings, 'you shall not kill' was the commandment to remember.
He clicked the 'finished'-button and waited. A new text appeared.
'Thank you. We will take your preferences in consideration when choosing your matches, but your results will also depend on the personality test. The process will take one minute.'
Robin's stomach tingled and he laughed out aloud at himself. He couldn't believe he was nervous because of a stupid net-dating site! Then there was a soft chime and the text changed.
'Results:
You are confident and have leader skills, which you find useful in your career. You sometimes feel isolated from your friends, family and co-workers. You are looking for a partner who can match you in intelligence and physical fitness, but you also want someone who can take charge, especially intimately.'
"What the hell?!" Robin snorted, and blushed to his roots.
Okay, so they might not be completely WRONG, but how the hell did they come up with it? Was it the age-thing? Those strange father-figure queries? The bondage question?
The text, however, continued.
'You are inexperienced when it comes to relationships and need someone to lead you. You are attracted to extremes, to figures of light and good or dark and evil, something that might be based either in your naivety as an inexperienced young man or in your personal history. This pull towards the extraordinary might prove dangerous, but for you it is like a magnet.'
Robin frowned again. He didn't like this page. It was far too personal. Far too correct. Couldn't it just match him up with the help of astrological signs or something? Sure, that was bull-shit, but at least it wouldn't make him feel this exposed.
'Stand by for matches.'
Robin tensed. Suddenly a list of screen-names appeared and Robin whistled under his breath. There was at least thirty! In Jump! He read the information at the top.
'Congratulations. You are now free to browse the bios of your matches as well as exchange messages on the site. There is also a live chat-service. Please read our safety recommendations before agreeing to meet anyone in person, and do not give out personal information.'
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Robin muttered, and started looking at the matches he had gotten. It was just out of curiosity; he might read a bio or two, but that was it… it wouldn't go any further, and he would delete his account right afterwards, of course.
He browsed the list, grinning now and again at the aliases.
'Leather Master'? I don't think so… Robin snickered. Let's see… 'Adonis', a bit full of himself, perhaps? 'Guy In Suit', that sounds nice… thanks for THAT kink, Bruce… 'Ducky'!? HELL no… 'Big Bad'… hmmm… really? 'Beach 2010'? Sounds like a project… 'The Librarian'? Either he likes rather bad movies or… well… I might click on him… "Professor'? Even better… going up the smart-scale… and down again now with 'Buff Dude'… a steroid-mental breakdown waiting to happen… Hmmm… what to choose…?
Suddenly there was a little chiming sound and a pop-up window appeared.
'Big Bad invites you to the chat room.'
Robin jumped. What the hell!? He then noticed the little indicator in the corner, marking him as online for the chat-function, and cursed. He wanted to just choose 'no' and be done with it, but he had been taught to be polite…
"I'll just say hi and then make an excuse…" he mumbled, and accepted. A separate chat-window opened. Immediately a message appeared.
Big Bad: You accepted. I'm pleased.
Robin snorted, and the conversation began.
Bird Boy: Well, I just wanted to find out how this worked… I have to go soon, though.
Big Bad: How what worked? The chat-function or online flirting?
Bird Boy: The chat-function! I didn't intend to flirt!
Big Bad: No? You ARE on a dating-page, you are aware of that, right?
Bird Boy: Ha-ha… yes, I am… But I just joined a few moments ago, to take the test and stuff… I was just curious…
Big Bad: Curiosity is very important in life, I agree. So you are new to this?
Bird Boy: Very… ;)
Big Bad: I just checked your profile. You are really only 16?
Bird Boy: Yeah… how about you?
Big Bad: I'm 30+… Is that a problem for you?
Bird Boy: No. Is my age for you?
Big Bad: Somewhat. I don't want to be tagged as a pedophile.
Bird Boy: Hmmm… you might want to change your screen-name to "Slightly Bad".
Big Bad: Humor. I like that. I've heard it's useful in some cases.
Bird Boy: XD
Big Bad: Excuse me?
Bird Boy: Errr… it was… a smiley?
Big Bad: Oh, yes. Of course.
Bird Boy: Are you sure you're not 70+?
Big Bad: Do not disrespect your elders. I'm old enough to spank you.
Bird Boy: Ooohhh… that sounds interesting… ;)
Big Bad: You surprise me... I thought that last line might scare you away.
Bird Boy: I do not scare easily.
Big Bad: No, you are very brave, aren't you?
Bird Boy: Yes.
Big Bad: Brave enough to meet?
Bird Boy: That was… fast…
Big Bad: Have you seen our compatibility results? It's 93%... I think that is worth considering…
Bird Boy: It's only a stupid test…
Big Bad: Yes. We are both in Jump, though. We are both awake this time of night…
Bird Boy: And that's enough for us to hook up?
Big Bad: There might be more… the question is if you want to find out?
Bird Boy: It's… not that easy… I mean, you sound fun, and I've checked your bio out now too, but… well... I'm… not exactly out of the closet…
Big Bad: I understand. I have things on the line too. I'm rather well known in Jump, and, let us be honest here, you ARE a bit on the young side…
Bird Boy: You are afraid of your reputation? Well, me too…
Big Bad: Fear is never a reason not to do something.
Bird Boy: What about common sense?
Big Bad: Common sense is for common people. Not for US.
Robin chuckled, and wrote on.
Bird Boy: True, I guess. Still, I want to know more about you.
Big Bad: Fair enough. We are on an online dating site, so let's date online.
Bird Boy: Yeah, but how do we do that, exactly?
Big Bad: Leave that up to me, for now. How about we meet here in the chat room tomorrow evening at 8 PM?
Bird Boy: Okay. I'll be here if I can... I can't make any definite promises though.
Big Bad: No one can. I hope I'll 'see' you here tomorrow.
Bird Boy: Bye!
Big Bad: Good bye, little bird.
Bird Boy: Err… I'm Bird Boy.
Big Bad: Little bird is so much cuter.
Bird Boy: Big Bad likes cute?
Big Bad: I'm complicated.
Robin laughed out aloud this time.
Bird Boy: All right, complicated guy… I'll see you…
Robin logged out and collapsed on his bed with a smile on his face for once. It was still there when he fell asleep.
Slade leaned back in his chair and smirked smugly. Finally his little prey had taken the bait. It had been challenging to hack into the hero's computer and plant the malware which made sure the banner for the dating-site was shown on almost all the pages the teen regularly visited, but then again… he had also built the dating-site. It had been an experiment, really, something which, if Robin fell for the trap, would let Slade know a lot of very intimate details about the young man, and to say it worked would be an understatement.
Slade tapped his fingers against the chair's armrest. There was just one thing. The compatibility results. The test was real, and he had taken it himself to create his own screen-name. The rest of the aliases were fakes, although, if Robin had chosen any of them, Slade would be able to assume their role instead. Ninety-three percent... it was high. Impossibly high. Interestingly high. Only the fact that Robin was looking for an older male as a partner, was fascinating. Another 'date' would let him get to know the young man even better, but the original reasons; blackmail and control, seemed somewhat less desirable right now. Slade frowned. He seldom wavered on a goal, once it was set. Curious.
Robin logged on a full five minutes early the next day, and at eight sharp, 'Big Bad's' screen-name lit up.
Big Bad: Good evening. I see you managed to make it.
Bird Boy: Yeah, been a quiet day, actually… sooo… what do we do now?
Big Bad: Have you eaten?
Bird Boy: Errr… no, not really, just grabbed a slice of pizza for lunch.
Big Bad: Well, then, let's start with that. Do you like Thai?
Bird Boy: Yes?
Big Bad: here you go.
A link suddenly appeared, and Robin shrugged as he clicked on it. It led to one of Jump's better Thai restaurants; The Oriental Palace, the page opening in a new window so he could still chat with his date.
Bird Boy: Are we going to browse the menu and eat pretend food, or what? ;)
Big Bad: Nothing of the sort. They deliver. What would you like?
Bird Boy: The rice and chicken, I think, nothing too filling.
Big Bad: Very well. I'll make my order and tell them to put the next order of rice and chicken on my tab, all you have to do is call. That way we are still anonymous.
Bird Boy: You don't have to pay!
Big Bad: Please. It's my pleasure. I'm very traditional. You can treat me to something next time.
Bird Boy: Well, okay… Have you ordered yet?
Big Bad: Just finished.
Bird Boy: Ok, I'll call.
Robin placed his order, and the person taking it said the bill would be taken care off, but sounded a bit bemused, especially when Robin gave his address.
Bird Boy: There. That was a bit strange.
Big Bad: Well, this is MY version of online dating, just chatting is not enough.
Bird Boy: I didn't say I didn't like it… so… what to do while we wait for the food?
Big Bad: I'm going to take you to Venice.
Bird Boy: Pardon?
Big Bad: Just follow this link.
A click later and Robin was standing on a small square in a virtual rendition of an amazing-looking city.
Bird Boy: Wow…
Big Bad: It's rather nice, isn't it? We can both control where to go, any suggestions?
Bird Boy: Well, I've never been… all I know about Venice is that they have a lot of canals…
Big Bad: Very well, I'll take you on a little tour, but if something catches your interest, just say so or click on it.
His date really knew the place and its history, and Robin found himself swept away in all the sites and stories. Now and again he moved them out of their path as he had spotted an interesting statue or building, but whatever he decided to look at, the man could tell him all about. Suddenly the doorbell announced the food arriving, and Robin excused himself to run get it before his team-mates got too nosey.
Bird Boy: I'm back! It smells good.
Big Bad: Then let's eat. Why not some classical music while we do?
Bird Boy: I'd like that, I assume you have a link? ;)
Big Bad: That I do. Here you go.
Soon Vivaldi was streaming out of Robin's speakers, and he settled down with his food, now and then typing a message or two, mainly questions.
Bird Boy: So, what do you do for a living? I know you can't tell me any specifics, but in general?
Big Bad: My work mainly consists of testing and analyzing security systems.
Bird Boy: Wow! Sounds interesting!
Big Bad: I would ask about you, but I guess school?
Bird Boy: It's… complicated.
Big Bad: Is that so? Drop-out?
Bird Boy: Hey! The other way around, actually, I have a college-degree.
Big Bad: Ah, so you really ARE a young genius, aren't you?
Bird Boy: Let's just say that there's a reason I'm looking for someone older and more mature… But I'm not like the guys in "The Big Bang Theory" or anything like that!
Big Bad: I'm guessing that's a TV-show or movie?
Bird Boy: TV-show… comedy… check it out, it's actually funny!
Big Bad: Well, if you recommend it, I just might.
Bird Boy: Is your food good, what did you have?
Big Bad: Kaeng phet ped yang
Bird Boy: Oh, god… duck?!
Big Bad: Excuse me? Is that bad?
Bird Boy: Never mind. I'll tell you if we ever get to talk about embarrassing personal phobias.
Big Bad: You are a very intriguing young man.
Bird Boy: And if YOU don't learn to use emoticons, I will never know if you are joking or not!
Big Bad: I wouldn't want to take away the mystery…
Robin laughed and put away the food carton.
Bird Boy: So what now?
Big Bad: How about an art-gallery?
They spent the rest of the evening exploring different virtual environments, but as midnight approached, Robin started to realize that he would need to get some sleep.
Bird Boy: It's been great, but I have to hit the sack soon.
Big Bad: I agree. It's getting late. Can I see you again?
Bird Boy: I would love too! How about tomorrow?
As soon as Robin had pushed 'enter' which sent the message, he wanted to slap his own forehead.
"Way to be needy and pushy, idiot…" he muttered to himself.
Big Bad: Why not? Same time tomorrow?
Bird Boy: Great! But it's my turn to plan something. Make sure you have popcorn at home; I think I'll take you to a movie.
Big Bad: Will do.
Bird Boy: Okay… bye then!
Big Bad: Wait. Aren't you forgetting something?
Bird Boy: Err… what?
Big Bad: Isn't it traditional to end a date, particularly such a good one, with a kiss? And remember, I AM a traditionalist.
Robin found himself grinning like an idiot.
Bird Boy: Well, how are you going to pull THIS off, then? ;)
Big Bad: I'm afraid we have to resort to a little thing called imagination…
Bird Boy: Okay…
Big Bad: So… I would like to imagine caressing your chin with my fingers and tilting your head up…
Bird Boy: Hey! Who says you're taller?!
Big Bad: I'm 6' 4"
Bird Boy: Okay. You're taller.
Big Bad: How tall are you?
Bird Boy: Let's just leave it at 'you're taller', shall we?
Big Bad: very well… maybe I should continue to call you my "little bird" instead of Bird Boy?
Bird Boy: If you want a fist in your mouth. Please. You were tilting my head up…?
Big Bad: You are feisty. I like it. Well, I'm tilting your head up, looking into your beautiful eyes, watching them close slowly as I lean in. I close mine as well. My lips brush yours softly, once, twice.
Robin couldn't help himself; he touched his own lips with his fingertips before starting typing.
Bird Boy: I move a bit closer, parting my lips a little.
Big Bad: I feel you asking for more and deepen the kiss only slightly, nibbling on your lower lip, before straightening up, smiling down at you.
Bird Boy: Hmpfff… I wanted a bit more that that…. ;)
Big Bad: It's only our first date, be patient…
Bird Boy: People keep telling me that…
Big Bad: What people?
Bird Boy: Oh, just… people… Thank you for a great night!
Big Bad: Thank you. Sleep well, my little bird.
Bird Boy: You too, Baddie…
Big Bad: Baddie?!
Bird Boy: If you can do it, so can I…
Big Bad: Very well. I will 'see' you tomorrow.
Bird Boy: Good night.
The Titan logged out, and, once again, he slept with a smile on his face, dreaming about a tall man kissing him senseless against a wall.
Slade was smiling too, but his grey-blue eye was glittering with more mischief than happiness. He had to admit he had had a nice evening, though. Very unproductive, granted, but it couldn't all be about making money or launching diabolical plans, could it? Well… diabolical plans not involving a certain young man. Robin had impressed him with his curiosity and knowledge. When he first came to Jump City, Slade had thought Robin was just another teen hero with, he had to admit, a good technique, but just enough brain cells to shout 'Titan's Go!' at the top of his voice. The way he lead his team, however, was a sign of something more, and that's when Slade started teasing the teen with mind-games and riddles. So far Robin hadn't disappointed him, and tonight he had excelled. Slade rather looked forward to tomorrow.
Robin hadn't meant to say anything, really he hadn't, but when there's something new in your life, it's very hard not to talk about it.
"So, what do you think about all those dating-sites?" he asked no one in particular as the Titans had an early dinner the next evening.
"Humbug." muttered Raven.
"What, you've been on one? Trying to pick up girls online, man?" Cyborg grinned.
"Robin's on the proo-oowl!" Beast Boy sang and snickered.
"Please? Why would Robin want to lift females?" Starfire asked.
"Pick up, as in ask out… date…" Robin explained offhandedly. This discussion wasn't going quite in the right direction. "No, I mean, I've seen this ad for one all over the place, where you are supposed to take a test and find your soul mate or something."
"Humbug." Raven muttered again.
"Come on, Rae, not everyone tries to date through books." Beast Boy snorted. "Really, Rob? They say you can just take a test?"
"Yes… haven't you seen the banner? Pink? Stupid hearts?"
"Nope. Can't say that I have." Beast Boy shrugged, and the others shook their heads as well.
Robin frowned. That was odd. Okay, they might not visit the same sites he did, but he knew for a fact they all liked to browse the same game-page, and that was always plastered with the ad.
"Yeah, well… just a stupid site." Robin mumbled and forgot about it for about an hour.
He remembered again as he passed Beast-Boy's room and the changeling yelled from within.
"Eat cheese-cake rodents!"
Robin stuck his head in.
"Playing 'Fat Rats'?"
"Yeah, wanna join?"
Robin checked his watch, but it was only a bit after six, and it wasn't like he had to exactly get ready before his date. Score one for online dating.
"Sure."
Beast Boy was a bit surprised, but soon the teens were involved in a duel where feeding a rat until it exploded was the main goal. It was completely useless and juvenile, but also vey, very addictive.
Soon Robin realized that he hadn't seen a single dating-site ad.
"Hey, can I just check something?" he asked, and as his vegan-friend nodded, Robin browsed through a few games. No ads.
"They might be shown only within certain time-frames, though…" he muttered to himself. "Maybe it's too early?"
"Errr… what?" Beast Boy asked, wondering if his dear leader was showing early signs of insanity.
"Oh, nothing. Listen, I just have to check a few things, okay? Be right back." Robin said and disappeared out the door.
Beast Boy sighed. He knew that little frown Robin had been wearing very well. The guy was in research-mood. He wouldn't be back. The changeling picked a game for one player instead.
Robin, on the other had, was knocking on Raven's door.
"Hey." he said as it opened just slightly. "Can I borrow your laptop? I have to check something."
"With anyone else I would say that they are in a building full of computers, so why mine…" the magic-user smirked slightly. "But since it's you…" she said, and stepped aside so Robin could enter.
Two other friends later, and no ad. Robin then logged onto his own PC and… there it was. He did a quick check of the other's again, making them somewhat more curious about their leader's new obsession.
Robin locked himself in his room, staring at his screen.
"So it's only on mine, huh?" he mumbled to himself again. "Well, okay, so you can get different ads depending on where you are in the world, but in the same building? I don't think so… something is up…"
It took him an hour to find the malware, and once he did, he hesitated. Who had done this? Who had the brains? There were several possibilities, just counting Jump, and, to be honest, he might find the culprit in this very building. No, he figured, if this was one of Cyborg's and Beast Boy's pranks, he would have heard about it by now… lord, the stuff they would have found out! Robin blushed. Then he realized that someone knew, and paled again.
"Shit."
Who? Red X was rather good at technology, and so was Chang. And Gizmo. And Control Freak. Any of them might have done it, but somehow, Robin couldn't match this "Big Bad" to any of them. Not that it was hard to role-play online… and his height, he might have lied about that. Might not even be a he… It was just that there was someone who matched, both in intelligence, appearance and the way he expressed himself.
"Slade."
Yes. Slade fit. Of course, there was no way to tell for sure. And the man's motives? Why the hell would the villain spend his night showing him amazing art and architecture and cyber-kissing him?! Robin couldn't wrap his mind around that one. That's why he left the male-ware where it was.
Right before eight Robin logged in, just like last night, and this time he found his date waiting. The teen smiled, in a slightly bloodthirsty way. He would play along and enjoy this, he decided; it might even be really fun. He had finished planning their date early that morning, before he figured the trap out, but he would stick to it.
Bird Boy: Hi! Do you have the popcorn ready?
Big Bad: So a movie it is, then?
Bird Boy: Yes, it is. I'm going to send you a link to it right now, okay? It's a pay-per-view kind of thing. On me, of course!
Big Bad: You are aware that there is such a thing as free, streaming video online, aren't you?
Bird Boy: Yes. That's illegal. I'm not condoning it.
Big Bad: Oh, my… I'm starting to think you lied about your age. I have trouble picturing a teenager reasoning like that.
Bird Boy: Yeah, well, try. ;) Okay, so I watch a BIT, but it would be cheap to treat you to a stolen movie, right?
Big Bad: You might be right. Wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression of me.
Robin grinned to himself. If this really was Slade, he had to reconsider what he thought he knew about the man. He quite liked the sarcastic sense of humor the guy seemed to possess, even though he appeared completely baffled when it came to something as simple as emoticons. He sent the link and clicked on it himself, before settling back. He had pushed a plush, comfortable chair up in front of the computer-screen, and with the wireless keyboard in his lap, he could still write.
Bird Boy: Do you like what I have chosen?
Big Bad: Yes. I quite like the old Hitchcock-classics, and North by Northwest is one of my favorites.
Bird Boy: Good! Agents, fake and mistaken identities, dangerous romances… I quite like it myself…
Robin smirked.
Big Bad: It seems fitting.
Bird Boy: What do you mean?
Big Bad: Oh, nothing important. The file has finished loading now, are you ready to watch?
Bird Boy: Yes… lets.
They ended up writing little comments as they watched the movie, the first, naturally, at Hitchcock's cameo at the very beginning. They both seemed to mainly focus on the film, though, and it left Robin with an urge to see more.
Bird Boy: I'm going to look for a collector's box or something, these needs to be added to my movie-library.
Big Bad: I am starting to feel jealous of Cary Grant.
Bird Boy: Oh, poor you! Well, are you ready for the next thing?
Big Bad: Always. What is it?
Right then, a red light started blinking and the alarm blaring.
Bird Boy: I'm sorry, I have to go! Tomorrow? Same time?
Big Bad: What's the emergency?
Bird Boy: Family-stuff, I really have to run. Tomorrow?
Big Bad: All right. Be careful.
Robin was already about to log out when he saw his date's last message.
"'Be careful'? That doesn't sound like Slade…" he muttered, and, though he couldn't explain why, he felt slightly disappointed.
Slade snorted to himself. Why the hell had he added the last part? Not only didn't he want to admit that he actually wanted his little online-fling to be safe, it was also a very strange thing to write, and could easily be a clue to Robin that his date knew who he was… what was it to be careful about with a 'normal' family emergency…? For a teenager that could be anything from his parents shouting that dinner was ready, to making him clean his room or do his homework. Slade had managed to reveal that he knew, or suspected, that it was more serious than that.
He shook his head at his own slip-up and activated the cameras he had available around the city. Some he had placed himself, but most were regular security-cameras which he had hacked and now could control at will. He soon found Cinderblock and cursed. Robin would blame him for that, wouldn't he? And for once he had nothing to do with the walking rock's path of destruction.
Soon enough the Titans appeared, and Slade found himself watching until the green and the metal teen had distracted Cinderblock enough for Robin to construct a brilliant trap of jump-cords, tripping the thing. Raven then magically poured cement from a nearby building site on top of the struggling monster. Starfire quickly dried it with the heat from her star bolts, and the city was once again safe. A perfect team effort. Slade snorted again. He knew for a fact that Robin could take down Cinderblock himself, his team was just a bit of flash and fun, not really necessary, at least that's how he saw it. Slade switched off the monitors, trying to ignore a feeling of relief.
The next evening it started to feel like routine to Robin, logging in at a few minutes to eight. His date appeared online almost immediately.
Big Bad: I hope everything went all right last night?
Bird Boy: Yeah, sorry I had to run like that, stuff happened. Hopefully it will be quiet tonight, though.
"It better be…" Slade growled to himself. He had put word out that he wanted the criminals to lay low tonight, and most knew better than to piss him off.
Big Bad: We can always hope. So, where were we going when we were so rudely interrupted last night?
Robin snorted. When he had seen Cinderblock, he had been even more confused. Would Slade interrupt their date? Well, the man didn't necessarily have to be responsible, and, after talking to the cops, it seemed the old road-bump had broken out on his own, but… well… you never knew with Slade.
Bird Boy: It's a virtual world. You create your own avatar and use it to navigate through the place… of course you don't have to create someone who looks like YOU, if you don't want too…
Big Bad: Are YOU going to?
Robin thought about it for a moment. He wanted his date to be truthful, and, since he already knew what Robin looked like, although with a mask, why not?
Bird Boy: Yeah. I mean, it's not like we will recognize each other, even if we have met before…
Big Bad: All right, I'll see what I can do with the choices available.
Bird Boy: Great! I'll see you in Paris in five minutes, then!
Big Bad: Paris? Sounds romantic. I like it.
Robin snickered. If this was Slade, then he had some nice blackmailing material now… the man claiming to like something romantic almost seemed funny… and a bit exciting.
Bird Boy: CU in a mo.
Robin quickly picked out a lithe male body, which still had some rather nicely defined muscles on it, and dressed it in a pair of black, snug leather trousers and a white t-shirt. The avatars looked quite real, although slightly too perfect, naturally. He chose a black, messy, spiky hairdo, a bit like his own, and hesitated when it came to eye-color. He ended up picking bright blue, in the end, his real color. It didn't really matter if the man found this out, the combination might have been unusual, but not completely unheard of. Robin entered the world, and suddenly stood on a boulevard in Eighteenth century Paris, looking horribly out of place. He had chosen this world, though, because it was purely a scenic one, and not many came here, so it would be easy to find his date. He hoped. All new arrivals in this world would appear here first, unless they had codes to other destinations, so Robin looked around. No date. There was no one here, but suddenly a man popped into existence.
The world had its own chat-function, and text appeared over the man's head.
"So this is Paris? Quite a place."
Robin could do little but stare at the figure on the screen. The tall, muscled avatar was dressed in a nice but simple black suit, without a tie. The height, the body, everything matched so well with his suspect. There were some things he was confused about, though.
"You have white hair? At 30?" Robin asked.
"You are amazingly rude." the avatar shook its head sadly. The man had chosen grey-blue eyes, and that color also matched the one Robin had glimpsed through the slit of the metal mask a time or two.
"Oh. Sorry."
"It used to be a light blond, but it actually turned white early. It's a genetic thing. And I said 30+"
"It's not that I don't like it, it looks good!" Robin defended himself "It was just a bit surprising. Love the beard."
"Love your eyes. Real color?"
"Yes."
"Amazing."
The avatars couldn't blush, but Robin could and did.
"Thanks. Have you figured out the controls?"
"I'm starting to. They are pretty simple, aren't they?" the man said, and started to move around.
"Yeah, there are a lot of choices, but they are limited. You can point-and-click to walk, or right-click to interact, a bit like an old-fashioned adventure-game. This level is just the basics, there are adventure-levels where you have to use the voice-chat, because you need to use the keyboard to navigate and fight."
"Sounds interesting. Shall we explore for a bit?"
"Yes, this is quite a nice place, though it's 3D-generated and not photographs like in Venice. But I thought we could just walk around, chat, and get to know each other better… I mean… as much as we can."
"I'd like that. Do you have any questions for me?" the man asked as they headed towards the closest building.
"I don't know… I don't want to ask something stupid, like your favorite color or anything…" Robin grinned to himself. No, he wanted to ask questions that would tell him if this man really was who he suspected he was.
"Ask something else, then… I believe the answer is the blue of your eyes, though…"
"Flatterer! Well, a real question, then… tell me something about your own body you're not happy with."
"That was a hard one."
"Oh, don't be like that! We all have something!"
"So, why don't you start, then?" the man's avatar seemed to managed to look smug, even though facial expressions didn't exactly include that emotion.
"Very well, but it's cheating." Robin snorted to himself. He seemed to have to bait the hook with more honesty to get Slade to bite. "You know I'm not that happy about my height, already."
"Is your height now in proportion?" his date asked and walked up to him, so Robin had to tilt his avatar's head back, because it would look rather silly with it staring the man in the chest.
"Just slightly shorter, I think, if you are really over 6 feet."
"Well, I think it's the perfect height for you. Anything else?"
"My ears. They are a bit too big."
"Nonsense, I'm sure."
"Your turn."
"All right. I broke my left big toe when I was a kid, and I always thought it stuck out at a slightly weird angle after that."
"That's not fair! It has to be something other's can actually SEE! Who cares about your toe?!" Robin was getting frustrated. There was no way he would be able to get the man's right boot off, after all.
"Again, you are being quite rude, young man… is there a spanking-function built into this game, I wonder?"
Robin swallowed. He really didn't want the man to browse through all the interaction-options, because there was quite a few naughty ones.
"How about an apology instead? Sorry about mocking your big toe. I'm sure it's very pretty."
"Thank you."
Slade chuckled. He debated with himself whether or not he should reveal anything else. Would Robin be able to guess? It was dangerous to leave too many clues, but, at the same time, he felt a strange thrill doing it.
"There is one more thing" the man told him.
"Oh?"
"Years ago I hurt my eye in an accident."
Robin's heart started to beat faster.
"I'm so sorry. Badly?"
"Quite. I lost it."
Slade. It's Slade! There was no longer any doubt. Robin didn't want the man to find out he knew quite yet, though. He activated the interaction-tool and soon his arms went around Slade's waist.
"Really? I'm sorry, but don't worry. I don't care about things like that…" Robin let the man know. "Does it hurt?"
"No. Not at all. It was a long time ago."
"How did it happen?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you some day, but now is not the time."
"Okay, I understand. Let's keep exploring, and I think it's your turn for a question…"
Robin decided to take this opportunity to find out as much as he possibly could about the man he was convinced was Slade, and the next hour they spent talking about all of the forbidden subjects, like politics and religion. They found themselves agreeing on a surprising amount of details, and Robin felt amazingly relaxed in the man's presence. They soon had walked down more street than they cared to count, though, and it was a bit awkward to type and navigate at the same time.
"Maybe we should just return to the chat for a bit?" Robin asked.
"There is just one thing I want to do first." the man said, and again, his image seemed to smirk.
"What?" Robin asked, feeling a bit nervous.
"Well, this is the third date, isn't it?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, a third date, with adults, traditionally means they might consider to take things… further…"
"Hmmm… really? And how-?"
"I've found some very interesting interaction-options." Slade said, and, before he found the time to react, Robin saw his avatar being thoroughly kissed. It was a strangely erotic sight, since it happened to look quite a bit like him. He browsed through the options of joined interaction and soon his arms were around Slade's neck. Taking things a bit further, Robin quickly has his thighs around the man's hips as well, although it left him blushing. He could feel himself harden, and bit his lip. He couldn't let this go on…
As the kissing came to a temporary halt, Robin typed a few words in quickly.
"Who knew you felt like this, Slade…?"
The man's avatar didn't move at all for several seconds and only then did a reply show up.
"How long have you known?"
"I suspected since yesterday afternoon. I discovered that no one else had the banners for the site."
"Clearly a mistake on my part. I guess the 'date' is over?"
"No. You are not getting off that easy, Slade. We are going to talk. Face-to-face."
"Fine. Meet me on the docks in twenty minutes."
"No. YOU will meet ME outside the main entrance to the Tower. I will deactivate the outside security. And you will be there in ten."
"Demanding little brat, aren't you?"
"Yes. And the clock is ticking."
Robin logged out without waiting for a reply, and shut off his computer. His heart was still pounding, but for different reasons. What the hell had he done? Invited one of Jump's, and possibly the world's, most dangerous criminals to the island? Idiot! But he needed to speak, or rather yell, at him, and he was damned if he would come to a place of Slade's choosing.
Eight minutes. Robin got up. He looked down on his uniform and muttered a curse. He didn't want to wear that now. For some reason it just didn't feel like it was fitting. This was personal business, not official. He ran for the wardrobe and a few moments later he was on his way to the elevator, now in a pair of black jeans and white t-shirt, matching what he had been wearing as an avatar, except that his pants weren't leather. They were just as snug, though.
"I'm going out for some air, I'll set the alarm when I get back." Robin called to Cyborg and Beast Boy, who was playing video-games in the living-room.
"Sure thing, man." Cyborg waved. Robin liked to take walks among the cliffs, especially when he needed to clear his head. The team knew better than to try to stop him.
Robin checked his mask and his belt as the elevator traveled downwards. He had brought both, naturally, because there was a good risk there might be fighting involved. As he stepped out into the warm summer night, eight minutes had passed.
"You're late." a voice scolded him from the shadows.
"No. You're early."
"Made it in five."
"Very good. Want a cookie?" Robin drawled.
"No, but a bird would be nice." The shadow moved, and suddenly, Slade stood before him. Robin gasped and took a step back. The man wasn't wearing his mask, not even armor, just the tight, black Kevlar uniform, his boots and his belt. His hair really was white, and the right eye covered by a black patch, while the left eye glittered with some strange mixture of mirth and… Robin wasn't sure, but it made his stomach tingle pleasantly.
"You are here to get your ass kicked, nothing else." Robin muttered, but didn't actually attack. He glanced up at the Tower. It was impossible for anyone to see them from this angle, and it was getting dark to boot, even thought the lights form the tower lit up the surroundings quite well, but it still felt a bit too close. He gestured towards the rocky outcrops of the island. "That way."
"You are taking me to a special place to 'kick my ass'?" Slade chuckled. "I'm flattered."
"Just shut up."
"The Robin I got to know was better at expressing himself." Slade snorted, but actually followed Robin's directions.
The teen led them to his favorite place on the island, a v-shaped wedge between the cliffs, facing the water. The bottom was made up of soft, white sand, and the rock created walls on either side, making sure the spot was out of the wind, as well as out of sight. Water filled this place sometimes, during storms and high tides, and had gently rounded some rocks which were sticking out of the sand, making them great to lean against or, as the Titans did from time to time, set their picnic stuff onto, so the sandwiches would stay out of the sand.
"This is cozy. And private." the man commented, as he landed quietly in the sand next to Robin. The teen, however, just folded his arms.
"Why did you do it?"
"Oh, for all the wrong reasons you can imagine…" Slade said lightly and smirked, leaning against the nearest cliff. "Why don't you remove your mask? I'd like to see those eyes of yours for real."
"Don't think so." Robin snorted. "I'm not as… trusting… as you." Robin had edited out the insult he had planned to say, but he imagined 'trusting' was a worse one to Slade, anyway.
"It has nothing to do with trust. Well. It does." the man changed his mind. "You see, Robin, I know who you are, so I do trust you to keep my secret. Deal?"
"What do you think you know?" Robin growled.
"Everything. From your past to, well… your very interesting answers on the site's test."
"Prove it."
"Your screen name could just as well have been Circus Boy."
Robin's eyes narrowed. The man knew. He had no choice, he guessed, so he nodded curtly.
"I won't tell unless you do."
"Smart boy… but then again, I already knew that." the man purred. "I'll ask again; remove your mask."
"Whatever, just to make you happy." Robin spat and pulled it off.
"Exquisite." the man whispered and stepped closer.
"Stay away, Slade! Remember what you are here for!" Robin snarled and reached for his belt.
"But how can you kick my ass if you can't reach it?" the man smirked.
Robin found his smile rather hypnotizing.
"That's what my bo-staff is for. I wouldn't want to actually touch you." the teen growled, but his words didn't come out sounding as sinister as he would have liked.
"As far as I am concerned, this is still our third date." the man told him, still coming closer, and Robin had no more room to back away.
"This is not a date! You tricked me!" Robin snapped. "You just pretended to… to… get me to like you or something!"
"No. I was honest, the compatibility-test was real… it was just the site that was fake."
"Just the site? Oh, goodie!" Robin snorted. The man was now so close that Robin brought his hands up in front of him, trying to keep Slade at arm's length.
"You didn't have to click on the banner, you didn't have to take the test, or start chatting with me for that reason… but you did. Because you want this, Robin."
"No, I don't!" Robin objected.
"Really? Then why aren't we fighting?" Slade's hands were suddenly on Robin's hips, pulling him closer, and Robin's hands just flattened themselves uselessly against the man's chest.
"Okay, so maybe I wanted to find someone, but not you!" Robin objected again, squirming a bit, although that only seemed to make him brush up harder against the man's front for some reason.
"Really? Then why are we kissing?" Slade asked. He didn't really give Robin time to come up with an answer.
Slade's lips on his weren't at all like Robin had dreamed about. It was better. So much better. He found himself copying his avatar's moves embarrassingly quickly, but this time, Slade's hands were under his ass, holding him up, cupping, kneading and, most importantly, pressing their groins together. The hands were replaced by a hard surface, and Robin realized that he had been sat down on one of the rocks. Slade's hands were now busy tugging his t-shirt up, and Robin just had to help things along. As the shirt was pulled over his head, they had to stop kissing for a moment, but as Slade removed his own top quickly, that made up for the loss of contact. Robin fought an urge to whistle as the chest and abs to die for was revealed. Soon the man was on top of him, kneeling between his thighs, and the kissing continued. Robin took every opportunity to touch and then taste, as much of the man as he could reach. He was insanely hot, and there were no words of caution at all running through his head and spoiling the moment. He cried out as Slade sucked a nipple into his mouth, and tugged at it gently with his lips and teeth. Then Robin pushed at his shoulders.
"Stop. Slade, stop."
The man pulled away, although reluctantly.
"Too much, too soon?" he asked.
Robin smirked.
"Nah… just wanted to see if you would stop if I told you to…" The teen chuckled at the man's expression, and wound his legs harder around him, before using his hands to pull him down back in position. "Now, proceed with what you were doing, please."
Slade chuckled.
"At your service."
"Mmm… I like that…" Robin purred.
"You will return the favor, I hope?"
"Of course. When I'm… not…. oh, god, yes… so angry with you."
"You are still angry?" Slade asked, sounding somewhat perplexed.
"Mmmm… sure I am… don't stop…"
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"Apparently I'm going to let you fuck me on a bloody rock, if you could just shut up and do it!" Robin hissed, and now Slade could hear the irritation as well.
"Sorry. I'll get right to it… just one thing…?"
"What?"
"I don't know what kind of anger management classes you take, but I support them fully."
"Just get my pants off."
Slade smiled, almost to himself. Robin tried to sound confident, but he was actually quite nervous, something Slade picked up upon. He reminded himself that the young man under him hadn't had any real experience, and moved slowly down Robin's body, kissing every square inch of it. As he reached the teen's stomach, Robin sat up, leaning on his elbows, and Slade glanced up into those large, blue eyes, as he swiftly undid the garish yellow belt and dropped it on the sand, before opening the button of the young man's pants with his teeth.
"Oh… god…" he heard Robin mumble, and he couldn't hide a self-satisfied smirk. Now, it wasn't that hard to impress a virgin, but Slade would make sure that all of Robin's sexual encounters in the future would be a disappointment in comparison. He was, after all, quite a cruel man.
He used his teeth on the zipper as well, all the time holding Robin firmly down and in place with his hands on the boy's hips. He then let go momentarily, to yank the teen's jeans and underwear down, before resuming his grip once the clothes were below Robin's knees. The man started to run his hands up and down the teen's hips and thighs, reveling in the feeling of the smooth, hot skin under his fingers. Robin made an impatient, whimpering sound at the back of his throat, and it was no wonder. The teen was very hard and weeping, desperate to be touched. Slade teased him for a bit longer, running his fingers down the inside of the boy's thighs instead. Robin seemed to welcome this as well, though, and tried to part his legs further. There was a sound like a growl, as the teen discovered that he, in fact, couldn't, as his own pants around his ankles stopped him, and Slade chuckled quietly as Robin squirmed and kicked in frustration, finally getting both his shoes and pants off. The eagerness was quite flattering.
Finally Robin could part his legs wider, and did so with an enthusiasm that made Slade quirk an eyebrow as he looked up at him. Robin then blushed deeply, as he only now seemed to realize how horny he must seem, and tried to close his legs again. Slade's hands put an end to such foolery quickly, however, prying them further apart instead.
"Don't pretend you don't want this…." the man warned him, and then, very slowly, lowered his head enough to lick at the drooling tip of Robin's cock.
Robin cried out and had to press his nails deep into his palms to distract himself enough not to come. The amazing wet heat, with the light suction, felt like it wanted to draw his very soul out through his groin, if that was possible. Robin was quite willing to let that happen, he just wanted the feeling to last a bit longer. That didn't seem to be the case, however.
"Slade… I… I can't…. I'm… going to…." That was all Robin was able to get out. Well. Vocally. Slade had finished him off by hand and pointed his cock upward, thus making streak after steak of hot cum land on Robin's chest, some even splattering across his chin and parted lips. Robin unconsciously darted his tongue out.
Slade saw the wet, pink tongue and went after it, climbing on top of the teen once more, to press down on his gasping body and lips alike. The taste of the boy was thrilling, and so was the way the teen almost struggled for breath between kisses, but still seemed to want more. Slade's own arousal was almost painful by now, especially since it was constricted.
"Time for some repayment, I think…" Slade whispered.
"You… you want me to…?" Robin asked nervously, still trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, yes. And I'm not exactly asking." Slade said and stood up, pulling Robin up with him, before pushing down on his shoulders. "Down on your knees, boy." The man saw an indignant flash in Robin's eyes and chuckled. "Now, now… I know you like someone to take control. I'm doing it. So enjoy. On your knees. Now." The man could almost see the exact moment when Robin's libido took over, and the glare turned into a hooded look of pure desire. Robin then slowly sank down on his knees in the soft sand, which was still slightly warm after a sunny day. The man then enjoyed the feeling of Robin's hands running up his legs towards his crotch, lightly brushing it, but then the movements stopped.
"Err… Slade? How… you know… do I get them open?"
The man chuckled, undid his belt, and helped Robin find the hidden zipper, so thin it couldn't be felt through the material. The boy then carefully pulled it down and peeled the tight fabric off, until Slade's cock happily sprung free of the far too tight space it had been forced to occupy for a while. Robin's hands were around the base immediately, stroking it, pointing it down enough to tentatively be able to lick it.
"That's good, Robin… you'll learn to love it, trust me… now, I don't want to fuck your face, not this time, so you need to do all the work. Use your tongue, your lips… yeeeessss…. that's a good boy…" Slade was not one to praise to please; Robin earned it. The boy was curious, eager and ready to experiment. He didn't continue with one thing long enough to make the man come, but that wasn't Slade's goal this time. He was sure he would get more opportunities to come in the boy's mouth, and, if this encounter was the only one, he still had a much better place in mind for his seed.
"Don't suck too hard, you are not a vacuum cleaner… mind your teeth. Yes, I know that was on purpose. There… that's better. Take a bit more down your throat now… very good… impressive. Mmm….yes, swallow around me. Good boy, Robin…" Slade moved his hips just slightly, making Robin moan around his length. "Hmmm… you like that, huh? Seems you might want me to fuck your mouth? Drive my cock down your throat hard and fast… well, I will. Later. First, though, I'm going to fuck your ass." With that Slade withdrew and pulled Robin up from the ground, he then pushed him backwards, albeit not too roughly, until Robin felt the rock at the back of his legs, and all but fell down onto it.
Robin looked up to see Slade leer down on him in all his naked glory. The teen swallowed audibly. That was a damn scary look, but, at the same time, arousing as hell, and he was already hard again. Slade wanted him. Really, really badly. And that was kind of nice… it was just that Robin was pretty sure that the man would go spontaneously deaf now, if he should tell him to stop again. Not that he would. Say stop, that was. Okay, so that cock looked just slightly too massive to actually fit up his ass, but if it really wouldn't work, Slade would stop, right? He would probably just put the head in, and leave it at that… Right?
"I'm so screwed…" Robin whispered to himself.
"In a minute." Slade grinned, before bending down to pick up his belt, immediately finding what he needed. "First I'm going to make you nice and slick."
Robin jumped slightly as the cold nozzle from the small tube of lubrication pressed against his opening and there was a very odd sensation as much of the gel was pressed inside.
"Oh! What-?"
"You'll thank me later. Trust me." Slade said and pressed a finger inside.
Robin couldn't quite believe it. Another man's finger was inside him. It moved, and it went so deep, and-
"Ahh-yes- AH!" it so easily found his pleasure-spot. Another finger pushed in, and Robin pushed eagerly back. This was absolutely brilliant! He would do this all the time from now on! How could he run around saving people, when something like this felt so good? It was madness!
Slade smirked as he saw what his mere fingers were doing to the boy. The teen seemed completely willing and relaxed, his opening almost sucking Slade's digits inside, asking for more. He wouldn't need any more preparation, he was more than ready, which, the man had to admit, he was as well. The teen's eyes flew open as Slade replaced his fingers with his erection, and Slade truly enjoyed the way they widened as he pushed forward.
"Uuuuhhh… you… you're too big…"
"No… you are just too tight. Guess what will give first?" Slade smirked and pushed harder, proving himself right, as the head of his cock pushed inside the ring of muscle.
"AH!" Robin yelped, clawing at the poor rock below him, who had done nothing but provide a suitable place for him to lose his virginity. It hadn't hurt, not exactly, it was just rather sudden, and uncomfortable and… absolutely brilliant again! Robin closed his eyes in bliss, clenching around the intruder and reveling in the amazing flashes of pleasure that brought.
Slade enjoyed getting massaged by Robin's insides as well, but felt that the boy had had enough time to adjust, so he pushed forward. Robin's eyes snapped open and the incredulous look on the boy's face almost made the man want to laugh out aloud.
"What? You thought that was all?" he smirked. "I haven't even started yet."
Robin wanted to tell Slade that of course he hadn't though that was all of Slade's cock, he just had no idea the thick shaft sliding into him would feel so good, that being filled and stretched like that could make him see galaxies not even Starfire could imagine. What came out, however, was:
"Aaaaarrggghhhhh!"
"That good, huh?" Slade chuckled and pulled out a bit, just to push in even deeper.
"Uh-uh-oh-my-god…" Robin moaned.
"I know I am." the man answered smugly and snapped his hips forward once again, slowly building up a rhythm. "You're so tight, my little bird. I can feel how much you like this, milking me, if I had known what a perfect little fuck you were…" The man let the sentence die out, but Robin could suddenly picture himself being fucked years ago, much too young, but the image still turned him on to no end.
"If… If… I had known… your big cock up my ass… felt this good… I would have spent…. my apprenticeship… on my back…" he panted. "… or… or sucking you off… or riding you while you were… sitting in your chair…"
"I bet you would have loved that…" the man purred, delighted that Robin was up to playing dirty fantasies with him.
"Yes! Oh, god, yes! Love… love you cock… please fuck me, Master!"
"I'm going to fill you with my cum, Apprentice… be a good little fuck-toy and thank your Master."
"Yes… yes, thank you Master. Thank you for… AH! F-for fucking me… f-fill me up, pl-please!"
Who was Slade to deny a pretty, begging boy? He wasn't that cruel. He focused his thrusts on Robin's prostate, while closing his hand around the boy's shaft, pumping it just as hard and fast as he was fucking him. It took mere seconds for Robin to scream out his release. The trembling spasms that followed were what Slade had been waiting for, and he let them push him over the edge.
Robin didn't think he'd lost consciousness, but he couldn't quite remember how he ended up on the sand as he opened his eyes again. He shivered slightly as the night air was starting to get to him, and moved closer to the heat pressed up behind him. Then it dawned on him what had happened. Robin jumped to his feet and snatched his pants from the ground pulling them on in a hurry. He had missed his underwear, but just stuffed them in a pocket, before diving for his shirt.
"Any regrets?" Slade's voice asked dryly.
"I- I have to go." Robin mumbled, putting on his belt and taking his shoes in his hands, without looking at Slade once. Who knew, it might make him change his mind. He rushed off in the darkness, leaving a still naked Slade behind.
The man sighed, rose, and brushed himself off. It had been fun. It was only a one-time-thing and, sure, it was a pity, but he hadn't exactly expected anything more. The boy would feel tormented over this for days, and then bounce back even more determined to defeat him, Slade was sure. He dressed, and then headed back to the city by activating the hidden bridge. He strolled leisurely back to his headquarters, even staying to pick up some food in a place he knew asked no questions, because then no one asked about their back storage room. He had just gotten laid and he felt really good about that part, spent and relaxed in a way no amount of regular exercise could achieve, but there was still a slight frown on his face.
Robin had returned straight to his room, not seen by anyone, thankfully, as the other's had gone to bed. He dutifully activated the alarm again, as soon as he was sure the man was gone, and then started pacing his room, glaring now and then at the computer-screen.
Slade put down the bag of food, and glanced over at the computer. He had left it on after getting Robin's 'invitation'. He had been in quite a hurry after all. Now, he would never admit to actually running, but he had… proceeded with accelerating haste. Yes. That was it. He blinked as he looked closer. It seemed he had never even logged out. And there was a message waiting.
- Roof of the Tower. Tomorrow. 11 PM. Don't be late.-
Slade smirked. There was no way in hell he would be late.
The End
A/N Hoped you liked it, and it wasn't too annoying to read! It was great fun to write, although Robin threw me for a spin. I wanted to keep him in the dark, but he put his foot down and raged about something like 'not wanting to be as clueless as usual' and 'being a great detective and able to put two and two together' and stuff.. I got a headache after a while and let him have his way… and I think it made the story more interesting, so… ;) Oh, and Slade's big toe is NOT some obscure canon fact I have dug up, so don't bother to look for it. Completely made up. I'm sure his feet are perfect. And big. Or, wait, is that supposed to be his hands? Well, they are big too… HUGE… I'll shut up now.
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