A/N: Do you all remember a little thing called "The Best Christmas Present Ever"? Well, that story had a few competitions/votes and one of them was to suggest Slade's password. The finalists were

Stories of Insomnia (2sexy4mymask)

Christa4ever (Playin4keeps)

and

Kawaii-kuro (Rubber-ducky)

Kawaii-kuro won, but I promised the finalists drabbles too, because the suggestions were sooooo good. Anyway, Stories of Insomnia e-mailed me the other day with a prompt! WHAT the word was, should be pretty clear after reading the story. Better late than never, huh? ;) I had completely forgotten about it (Christa4ever, are you still out there? I don't think I've heard from you, but I'm a bit senile… tell me if you want something!).

Stories of Insomnia – This story will keep you up at night…. This is not a horror-story, but it's the scariest one I've ever written… ;)

Introductions:

-Author coughs and shuffles some papers. Looks up. Seems surprised to see the readers, since… well, that should be impossible. Smiles politely. -

Wynja: Hello everybody. I wrote a free-standing drabble once called 'Just Looking' and this is a 'What if?' from that, starting somewhere after the initial set-up in that story.

-Readers groan-

Random reader: Do we have to go back and READ that now?

Wynja: No, dear Random reader (I know who you are, you lazy bastard!) I have asked Beast Boy to recap the story, since he has helped me with that sort of thing before.

Random Reader: No, you don't know who I am! I'm not logged in! Ha! And, great, now I don't have to be confused.

Wynja: You might not be logged in, but I can still smell you! And, well… can't promise anything about the not confused part…

Random reader: WTF? –sniffs under arm-

Wynja: Beast Boy, would you start, please?

Beast Boy: I'll get the pizza, right?

Wynja: Yes. Extra tofu-crap.

Beast Boy: Great! Okay, so in that story Robin goes all Slade-stalkerish, like usual, and actually spies on the dude in his hide-out! He's up on the beams under the roof, like a bat! Ha! Very, like, symbolic and stuff, right? Anyway, Rob is like totally obsessed, and all "I'm doing this to take him down" and stuff, but then the guy, Slade that is, starts like running around the place in a towel, and Robin goes all: "drooooool" for some reason, and then-

Wynja: and it's about here this 'what if' takes off.

Beast Boy: Yeah, and then Slade is packing up and Robin confronts him and is all 'please don't leave me you sexy beast', at least on the inside, so Slade kinda kidnaps him and Robin is all No! No! No! Yes, yes, YES! And a lot of nasty stuff is going on which I don't really care about. The best part of this story was definitely when Robin got locked up in a crate, that part ruled! We were thinking that we should get one of those at the Tower, when he gets really annoying, you know? Possibly with Slade's address on it…

Wynja: Okay, thanks BB! Maybe we should move on to the story now?

Beast Boy: Hey, did ya know that this introduction is like almost longer than the story?

Wynja: Yes. Shut up. Oh, by the way, the original was written in first-person, this is not. Because it hurt to write like that.

Random reader: Or you're just lazy.

Wynja: Are you still here? Watch it, or you're banned!

Random reader: Eep!

Wynja: that's right! Fear the wrath of Wynja! –smirks evilly-

Random reader: Could you stop with the ego-trip and just tell the story now?

Wynja: -mumbles- Yes ma'am… I'm sorry…

What Robin Saw

For a while Robin felt like he had hit the jackpot. Slade had been working out and doing some stretching, and, the warmer the man got, the more armor and Kevlar fell to the floor. For once the radio was on, some kind of music-station which only now and again pressed in three minutes of news to seem serious, so Robin was starting to think that he was getting a really good show.

There was a slight dip in the enjoyment as Slade's tights came off, revealing tiger-striped Y-fronts, but, Robin thought, everyone has at least one pair of really bad underwear, it's practically a rule, and no one seems to know where they come from. At least these were black and orange. He knew for a fact that he had a pair with yellow ducks on at home, but they were buried at the very back of his underwear drawer.

Robin carefully settled down again, watching the man who was now looking a bit odd in only his mask and undies, hoping for a full frontal, but then… the horror started.

It was the radio-station's fault, really, but Robin couldn't believe his eyes, or ears, as a song started and Slade began to move to the beat. He wasn't dancing, not exactly, more like… posing… and singing along... and changing the lyrics.

"I'm too sexy for my mask, too sexy for my mask…" the man howled.

The last draw was when Slade put his hands behind his head and his hips started moving in a weird and rude way. Robin was leaning so far out from the beam, eyes bulging, that he suddenly lost his grip and fell to the floor. Only his training and agility saved him from broken bones, but he still crumpled into a pile.

When he looked up, the music had stopped and Slade was standing above him. From the redness creeping down the man's neck Robin was pretty sure the man was blushing.

"Don't kill me." The words spilled from Robin's mouth automatically, as he thought that there was no way Slade would let him live after witnessing what he just had. The teen's reflexes kicked in, and he shot to his feet, getting in a defensive position, even though he suspected that wouldn't help him at all.

"I knew you were there the whole time!" Slade said, just a little bit too quickly.

"You… you did?"

"Yes! I was trying to catch you off guard… ha! I succeeded!" The man continued fervently.

"Err… what… oh? Oh! Yes! Very clever! Great plan!" Robin got onboard and nodded enthusiastically.

"You don't believe me at all, do you?" the villain muttered.

"I… I'm trying?" Robin admitted, scratching the back of his head and attempting to not stare at the tiger-stripes.

Slade still noticed the look and glanced down.

"Kill me now." The man actually whined, and grabbed his tights, pulling them on as quickly as he could. Back to front.

When the problem was finally fixed, Slade straightened up and seemed to dust himself off mentally.

"I'm leaving town I a few days." The man let Robin know darkly.

"You… you are?" the teen thought it was weird that he didn't get more upset by the news. "Yeah… I mean… maybe it's for the best?" he added.

"Yes."

"Yeah."

They stared at each other for a while and then Robin pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

"Listen… I'll take off now, okay? I'll… never say anything… really… don't worry."

"One word and I swear…" the man growled.

"No! Really! Scout's honor!" Robin said and spun around. He had almost reached the door when Slade spoke again.

"Did you know that a strike on the head, to the medial temporal lobes and especially the hippocampus, can cause short time memory-loss?"

Robin stopped.

He turned around.

"Slade... Please, hit me?"

"Mmm… yes, keep doing that…" Robin purred as Slade was kissing his throat, the man's hands soon having undressed him completely.

Exactly how they had ended up in bed together was a little fuzzy, but Slade told him he had fallen and one thing had led to another. As the result was more than satisfying so far, Robin felt it would be a little ungrateful for him to argue about the finer points.

Robin explored the man's naked torso, and started to curiously pull at the black tights, which held, the teen was sure, something which would make the slight headache he had woken up with quite worth it. He pulled at the tights and then, suddenly, stopped and gasped.

"Slade…. Errr… tiger-stripes?"

The man tensed and looked down.

"Oh, fuck."

"No… no, they are very… err… sexy…" Robin's voice tried to hit a convincing note but missed by a mile.

Slade was quiet for a moment.

"Robin, did you know that a strike on the head, to the medial temporal lobes and especially the hippocampus, can cause short time memory-loss?"

The End

A/N: I hope you can sleep without nightmares tonight! I won't… Oh, and the prompt was of course the password-suggestion: 2sexy4mymask… ; ) I can see this story continuing like a violent version of "50 first dates" until Robin becomes severely brain-damaged... -grin-