A/N: This is a strange day! There's two b-day girls today, and a third who, unfortunately, was a bit late to get a story, but a happy b-day to YaoiNaru anyway! Duckling triplets!
IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm SO sorry, but I've been really bad at answering reviews lately… I'm still stuck in "Sims 3" and tend to want to play every spare moment, so… *cough* but that means you're off the reviewing-hook! Don't feel that you have to! I will still read and answer if you have any questions or something like that, though… but you might consider this a reviewing-vacation if you like… ;)
This story is for my lovely internet-wife Virginia Riddle-Malfoy (March 21) so happy b-day, darling!
It's a freestanding story, and AU so expect OOC-ness. It features Catwoman, (because my wife loves her and, obviously, hates me ; ) ) and I have to admit that I write her very freely. Hopefully I haven't made any completely unforgivable mistakes, even though I might have pissed her off with a weight-comment… ;) Tips on writing this woman are appreciated!
Any historical animal facts in this are completely made up.
And I love the title to this one. Screw the stories; I'm just going to write titles from now on. You can fill in the rest yourself… ;)
Cat, Bat, Bird, Dog
"So what do you want my help with this time, Ma'am?" Robin grinned at the feline woman in front of him. He had first met Selina Kyle at the age of ten, when she had spotted him trying to pick pockets on a busy street, without much success.
"The museum has put together a wonderful collection with belongings of famous pets. There is even a silver saddle, and a dog-bed belonging to a mutt of some old British queen…"
"And there's something cat-related as well?" Robin smirked.
"The collar of Cleopatra's favorite companion."
"I should have guessed it would be Egyptian…" Robin muttered and rolled his eyes.
"None of that, kitten, you're not wearing a mask you know," the woman tutted.
"Oops. Is that why so many are? Maybe I should get one…"
"I'll let you get away with it this time, as it's a two-people job, " Catwoman shrugged.
"Thanks Ma'am," Robin grinned, but drew a relieved breath. He had learned, during the last couple of years, that an annoyed cat was no fun to be around… and he had a few scars to help him remember it too. "So, when do we do this?"
"You will help, then?"
"Of course. Anything for you!" Robin smiled brightly, getting a small smile in return.
"You are almost too cute," the woman sighed. "If only you were older… and not gay…"
"Yes, irritating little flaws of mine," Robin sighed dramatically, making the woman laugh.
Selina could never quite explain why she had taken the little orphan under her wing that day. It had started with a few hints on how to relieve the population of Gotham of wallets and watches, and then it had turned into first one and then several actual lessons. The boy looked her up over and over, to learn more, and then she had needed a distraction for a job and… along those lines it went. They were both fiercely independent, however, and mostly met when they happened to meet, no schedules, no 'musts', no commitment. She couldn't help but feel rather proud over how the kid had turned out, however. Not only was he a strapping young man, but he was also a very accomplished thief, although he did quite a lot of it online since he had discovered computers. That was all right with Selina, though, because cats didn't like competition. Which is why she had to put him straight when the boy had had a crush on Batman a little over a year ago. Some lines you just didn't cross.
Robin really liked his mentor, although she could be pretty unpredictable. After all, she had taught him everything he knew; well… mostly, and he knew that being under her official protection had saved his life on the streets after his parents died and he ran away from the circus. Most of the thugs were wary of the cat burglar, and especially her whip and claws. They should be, Robin knew from experience. But at least the woman's reputation had kept him relatively safe, and only that would be enough for the teen to be faithful to her, even without the training, and it would never occur to him to say no when she asked for help. That didn't happen often, anyway, and Robin wouldn't turn down a little extra adventure in his life. Not that it was normally boring.
The cat and the bird met that very night on the roof of the Gotham museum. Robin was clad in his dark grey tights and blood red sleeveless tunic with a grey utility belt, modeled after Batman's. Originally he had wanted to wear something more like his old circus outfit, which he still kept, but his mentor had pointed out to him the flaws of wearing bright yellow when you were a creature of the night. Her own dark purple outfit melted perfectly with the shadows, after all.
"Robin reporting for duty!" the teen grinned as he landed next to the woman.
"Hello kitten, now, you haven't gained any weight lately, have you?" the woman asked.
"No, and not any height ether…" the teen muttered. His somewhat short stature and the fact that he wasn't as bulky with muscle as he thought he ought to be, his body seemingly favoring the wiry kind, was a sore spot with him.
"Good, because I need you to cross the glass roof and secure the climbing line," his mentor said, handing him a piece of rope with a steel hook attached to the end.
"Ah, so you have been gaining weight then?" Robin leered.
"That glass might not even support a little bird like you," the woman growled.
"Wait, what? You don't know if it's safe?"
"No, but I figured that, of the two of us, you are the one who likes flying," the woman smirked.
"Yeah, but you are the one who are supposed to do the falling-bit better," the teen muttered. "Fine, just tell me what to do…"
The glass made very bad sounds under him, sounds like weak ice, which is something you really don't want to hear when you're only half way across. He considered getting down, to distribute his weight, but moved on instead, because he would rather be found by the cops sliced into little pieces than lying spread eagle on a roof like Bambi…
He had to make it to the middle, where a column rose up from the museum floor to support the roof. From there he'd secure the rope, and Catwoman, having tied it securely at her end, could climb over safely, without crashing through the glass.
It all worked without a hitch, and Selina deftly cut a glass pane open so she would be able to climb down the column.
"Thanks kitten, you can leave now," she told him.
"Mind if I tag along? I might find a little something for myself," Robin said.
"Sure. Just keep on your toes," his mentor nodded.
"Whoa, this is kinda cool…" Robin said a few minutes later, holding a studded leather dog collar in his hands. "It says this belonged to a dog Julius Caesar owned! Wasn't he like the boyfriend of your cat-lady?"
"I have no idea what she saw in him… a dog-person…" the woman shuddered.
"Well, I think it's awesome… and big… I'm getting this for me," Robin grinned and fastened it around his neck.
"No touching the objects."
Robin stiffened and spun around, as that deep, gravelly voice obviously wasn't Selina's.
"Batman!"
"I think you should let him keep it, it suits him," another dark voice purred, and Robin's eyes snapped to some dark shadows where a large form just had materialized. He recognized the man; it was Deathstroke the Terminator, or Slade, as he was known to some he had let live.
"No," was all the Bat said, and reached for the collar as Deathstroke closed in on Selina, who was clutching her own, much smaller, one.
"This time you're not getting away, Robin. It's juvie for you now. Or are you old enough for jail?" the Dark Knight said, not in a condescending tone, but more of a disappointed one. "I gave you too many chances already."
"Oh, then what's another one?" Robin asked, dancing away from the man's reach, so he could prepare to defend himself. Or flee. A crash to his right told him that Selina had already began the defending. He also knew that the woman might very well just escape without him, even though he hoped she would at least try to help. Still… the loyalty of cats might be as great as dogs, but it was fickle. At best.
The up side was that Batman considered him a harmless kid, which he was, really. Robin didn't hurt people; he only made their banking accounts bleed, but that didn't mean he couldn't defend himself. Selina had taught him more than how to pick pockets. All this meant that the man would try to capture him, not hurt him, but that also meant strange gadgets Robin didn't know how to defend himself against.
Selina was having similar problems. It wasn't that she was offended to be hit in the face by a man, she was all for equal rights, after all, it was just that she wasn't… well… used to it. Most of them, even the more insane ones, seemed to have it engraved in their minds by their mothers that you 'should never hit a woman'. Either that, or they were busy ogling her. This man, though, and she knew him by reputation, was all business. She hadn't had to fight like this in years.
A little while later Robin's back bumped into Selina's, and they were both panting slightly. The woman's cheek was swelling up and Robin's left arm was covered in some kind of sticky strings.
"Wanna switch?" Catwoman asked.
"Yes please," Robin gasped.
So they did.
A few minutes later Robin wondered if it had been such a good deal, because while he was fighting for his life, Selina was lounging against a wall, purring at the Bat in front of her. The teen couldn't hear what was being said, but his mentor really looked like she had gotten the cream. Or expected too soon.
Taking his eyes off Slade for that split second wasn't a good idea, however, because the next instant Robin found himself hanging in the air by the collar. The man had hooked two fingers under it and was lifting him up, making Robin clutch the man's arm so he wouldn't be strangled.
"Caught you," the mercenary smirked. Selina had gotten close enough to slice his mask off, leaving rapidly healing gashes on across the man's cheek as well.
"Yeah, well, it wouldn't be right to fight a man with amnesia…" Robin gasped.
"Excuse me?"
"You're Deathstroke. You're supposed to be on our side," the teen pointed out.
"I'm on the side of whoever pays me," the man shrugged. "And it happens that the owner of the kitty-collar wants to be reassured that it wouldn't disappear while on loan to the museum."
"Umm… kitty collar? Not this one, then?" Robin asked innocently.
"No."
"Oh, good, because I wasn't stealing any kitty-collars, so you can let me go," Robin tried to grin. The man had lowered him a little bit, so his toes just touched the ground, but each breath was still a struggle.
"You are working with Catwoman, so I think that would be frowned upon," the man snorted.
"Nah, you think?" Robin asked innocently.
"I believe so."
"Well… then you know what you have to do next, don't you?"
"Pray tell." the man said dryly.
"Well, you have to spin me around, push me up against the wall, tell me to spread my legs and run your hands all over me."
"I think I'll leave the frisking to the police," the man chuckled.
"No! If you're going to arrest me, you'll have to give me a little something to think about, all those cold, lonely nights in jail…" Robin grinned.
"You're Robin, aren't you? When I asked Batman to list some of the most probable thieves in this city he mentioned you."
"Awww! That's so nice of him!"
"Pretty far down the list."
"Oh."
"But he said you're flirty."
"That's unfair! I only flirted with him once or twice!"
"Yes, that sounds unfair, then…" the man deadpanned.
"Well, it's not like I do that with everyone…" Robin sulked, still hanging from the man's strong grip. "Come on… what if I have a smoke pellet in my hand?"
"Sure you do."
"Yeah, well… I don't know what it is, actually… I swiped it from Batman's belt, it might be the exploding kind," Robin grinned and held the pellet up, only supporting himself with one arm now. He threw the thing onto the ground and, as he knew, it was only a smoke-pellet. It did distract Slade for a bit, though, and Robin swung his legs forwards, making his feet crash into the man's lower abdomen.
Slade obviously saw the downside of holding on to someone who could still kick him, especially as he couldn't see much at the moment, and he let Robin go. The teen, thinking he was free, prepared to make a run for it, but instead his feet was kicked out from under him and as the smoke cleared he was on his stomach, held down by Slade, straddling his ass.
"We really should do this in private," the teen muttered, feeling somewhat defeated.
"Are you alright?" Batman asked.
"No, I'm getting raped! Help!" Robin shouted.
"I was talking to Slade," the Dark Knight let him know. "And you're not getting raped."
"Yet," Slade leaned down to whisper in the teen's ear.
"He's threatening me!" Robin objected, trying to get the hero in the room to do something.
"That wasn't a threat… it was a promise," Slade mumbled this time, making Robin grind his ass up against the man, because promises like that should be encouraged.
"Focus on your job, Slade," the detective growled.
"I am."
"Not if that grin on your face is anything to go by. He's under eighteen."
"Says you!" Robin objected. "Besides, focus on your own job! Catwoman left like five seconds ago."
The two men discovered that the young thief was right and swore in unison, although Batman's curse was rather more muffled and clean. The hero followed the feline thief, taking the same path he deducted she must have chosen. Robin's problem, however, was still very much riding him.
"Hey, she got what you have been paid to protect, shouldn't you go after her?" the teen asked, sounding as irritated as he was. He was sure his plan would work, after all.
"Yes, well, she never left the room," the man told him and Robin yelped as his hair was grabbed rather roughly and his head was lifted from the floor. He froze as he felt something cold against his throat.
"Come out, kitty, or I'm going to slit your little bird's throat," the mercenary growled.
"You… you're not going to-" Robin gasped.
"The collar's owner wants it protected by any means… which is why he didn't leave it in the hands of the security system or even Batman…" the man explained, before he turned to look in the direction of a big statue. "Well? Should I make a mess or not?"
"Not." Catwoman appeared around it, her prize in hand. "Let him go and I'll give you the collar."
"How about the other way around?" Slade suggested sweetly.
"Fine."
The bejeweled trinket soared through the air and Slade caught it easily, rising and pulling Robin up with him at the same time.
"Now get out of here, pussycat, I want to play with your bird a bit more," he said, making a shooing gesture before tucking the collar away in a belt pocket.
"What makes you think I'd let you?" Robin snorted.
"You're hard."
"Ah. Yes… well… there's that…" the teen had to admit. "But don't you think we should date before we fuck?"
"How about the other way around?" the man asked again, now with a leer.
"Your argument is very persuasive…" Robin sighed, ignoring the fact that it wasn't really an argument at all. It would have been different if it had been his own heist at stake, but you win some and you lose some, and facing both Slade and Batman for one of Selina's silly cat-collectables? Nah…. not when he could have some fun instead, and the mercenary clearly sensed this as he pulled him closer.
Robin felt is heart thump harder in his chest as he tilted his head up and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but tease the mercenary as their lips met, nipping at his bottom one. He heard the man make a sound in his throat, some kind of deep, growling, rumble, which made the teen's knees almost give in. Forget Batman, he was a tame bore compared to this one. This one Robin wanted to keep.
"I… I happened to see that there's another exhibition in the next room… beds through the ages… wanna check it out?" he gasped.
"Always been very interested in the history of furniture," the man chuckled.
"Me too…" the teen grinned.
He hadn't been completely blown away, however, as his hands had been busy with naughty things, that is, finding the collar in the man's pocket and throwing it, behind Slade's back, to a grinning Selina who took off, just in time to almost run into a returning Batman, who had finally figured out that he had been tricked.
"Hold on to the boy, I'll go after her!" the Dark Knight ordered Slade, not really grasping the way the mercenary and the thief were standing.
"Yes, hold on hard…" Robin smirked, looking up at the man from under his lashes.
"I will. I'll just go and place this in the safe," the man said.
"But… but that's…" Robin stared at the slim, gleaming collar between the man's fingers.
"Yes."
"But…?"
"The owner had a fake made, for security reasons. That's the one you so deftly handed over to Catwoman just now."
"You… you knew?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have been so obvious about where I put it if I didn't plan it."
"Ummm… you mad?" Robin asked carefully, wondering if the night he was looking forwards to might turn sour.
"Are you going to try to steal it back?" Slade asked.
Robin thought it over.
"Nah… it was a good copy, she won't notice. And she only wants it for her collection, so there's no harm done."
"And you don't want it?"
"No… I only collect big, strong male lovers."
"Big collection?"
"Nah, I just started tonight. Wanna be my first?" Robin grinned.
"Go look for a bed, and I soon will be," the man smirked.
"I'm in here!" Robin called out as the man entered the furniture exhibition room. The teen had found a very cozy four-poster bed and drawn the thick curtains for absolute privacy.
"Went for the biggest one?" the man chuckled.
"I always go for the biggest ones… in everything," Robin shot back.
"You are much too confident for a virgin," Slade snorted and the teen grinned widely. He was confident… you couldn't spend time with a cat and not have something of that rubbing off on you. Cat-hood was all about confidence and thinking very highly of yourself. You lost a fight? Well, the other guy just got lucky. You fell off a roof? Well, you meant to do that! You were about to have sex for the first time? Well, how hard could it be? No pun intended…
"Take your shoes off, this is a museum piece!" Robin pointed out as Slade was about to enter the bed.
"I need more than my shoes off."
"You don't say? And I always thought people did this with their feet," Robin deadpanned.
"Well… you can."
"You can? Really? Not like… nooo…?"
"Some people enjoy being caressed by feet or caressing their partners feet… sucking their toes and so on," the man chuckled.
"Uum… Slade… I know we just met and stuff, but I'm a pretty straightforward guy and I am willing to admit that I will probably let you do anything you want with me… but I won't suck your toes. No way."
"I won't require you to. Would you be open to sucking something else?"
"Sure. What?" Robin asked, and then met the man's rather telling look. "Oh… oh, right. That. Well… yeah?"
"That's a good sport," the man purred as he leaned over the smaller body on the bed.
"You'll do it for me, right?" Robin asked innocently, running his hands up the man's still clad chest.
His partner gave a frown, but then chuckled a bit and shrugged.
"Sure. You might actually qualify."
"Of course I do," Robin snorted, although he wasn't completely sure what the man meant. "And will you still respect me in the morning?"
"I hardly respect you now," the man snorted.
This was not a good thing to say to the proud thief, who instantly pulled away.
"Excuse me?"
"It was a joke. Come back here," Slade tried to amend the slip and made a grab for the teen, who avoided it nimbly as he got out of the bed on the other side.
"Nope. I'm offended. I'm a damn good thief, Slade, and I don't take crap from anyone. Besides, Catwoman should have stolen the real collar by now."
"You said she wouldn't be able to tell!"
"I might not be able to tell, but she would know it in an instant," Robin smirked. "Bye!" he added as he quickly opened a window, setting off all the alarms of course, and jumped out of the building.
"They are not happy," Selina told him two days later. "Bats is all in a tiff about me actually stealing something, like that's not what I do… it's like his feelings are hurt, the silly thing… and Deathstroke… Well, let's just say I'm laying low for a while, and so should you."
"He's still in town?" Robin asked, as he had been doing just that and not been out at all until tonight.
"Yes. Won't admit defeat, that man."
"Oh… so he's angry?"
"A bit annoyed, the rumors go… at least those who survive his questioning says so…"
"And no one's given you up?" Robin asked, sounding surprised. "I mean, it's not like you are easy to find, but someone should be able to point him in the right direction…?"
"They would if it was Batman or the Joker asking. Slade is from out-of-town, after all."
"Ah, I love the Gotham spirit…" the teen chuckled.
"Yes, well, it's only as strong as the wad of cash is thick," the woman shrugged, "but sometimes it helps. I wouldn't go looking for your boyfriend any time soon, though."
"He's not my boyfriend," Robin muttered grumpily.
"Ahhh… poor love-stricken little kitten…" Selina grinned. "Just let him cool down. Slade is actually a man I could give my blessing to when it comes to you."
"Really?" Robin perked up.
"Yes. If you manage to catch him, he's a keeper. And he's the kind of man who would keep you as well… he's loyal when it counts."
"Sounds like a dog," Robin snorted and wrinkled his nose.
"Ah, but dog-qualities aren't so bad, not when it comes to men," Selina smirked. "It's abhorrent in women, of course."
"Of course," Robin chuckled.
He couldn't stay away, though, because of two other traits Selina had imprinted on him: curiosity and stubbornness. Although he might have been born with those, it wasn't easy to tell, really. Finding out where the man stayed were easy, as he practically told everyone himself where to find him if they had any information. After that first step was taken care of, Robin decided that there had to be some kind of peace offering involved or heads might roll. One head. His. So he stole a very precious and famous jewel from a private vault in Gotham City's Bank, and, after knocking, left it on the man's windowsill with a note that simply said 'Forgive me?'.
Deciding that wasn't quite enough, he composed some very secret info on three of Gotham's major crime-families, information he thought the man would find useful in the future, and left it the same way, with the same message, a day later, just as it had gotten dark, like the day before.
Assassins and mercenaries probably liked blue-prints, Robin decided after that, so he simply stole all the prints to major establishments around the city, including a nearby military facility. It took him another day and left him a bit bruised, but what did that matter when Slade might like it?
The fourth time he returned, however, this time with the information on all the informants he had found while hacking into the city's police files, there was a note waiting for him. 'Come in' it said, and on closer inspection, the window was open. Robin would have liked it to say something about him being forgiven, but decided to brave it anyway, and soon found himself in the medium-sized hotel room, looking around. He could hear the shower running and grinned, but the moment his hand touched the bathroom door handle, the nozzle of a gun pushed against the back of his head.
"Fell for the old shower-trick did you?"
"What? It was new to me!" Robin bit back, and then quickly added. "Catwoman doesn't know that I'm here and I won't tell you where she is!"
"I just wanted to thank you for the gifts," the man said innocently and the cold metal left his skin. Trying to gulp down some air, as he had more or less stopped breathing for a while, Robin turned around.
"Soo… forgive me?" the teen asked, holding out the folder he had brought while edging somewhat closer to the window, in case the man wouldn't.
Slade, however, tool the file but also cut him off with a single step, leaving him cornered with no access to either the window or the door, the edge of the bed pushing against the back of his knees. Robin gulped. The man didn't look completely homicidal, however, especially after glancing at the teen's gift, and smirking as he saw what it was. The smirk disappeared however, and the man's single eye could just as well have been made out of steel as he pinned Robin with a look.
"I'm very annoyed with you… but it was I who let myself get tricked into bed with you," he said, the last part not quite as severely.
"It wasn't a trick!" Robin objected. "I mean… I knew that Catwoman probably would return, but… well, if I had left, would you have spent the night outside the safe? She would have gotten it anyway… she's a bit… stubborn."
"Oh, really?" the man chuckled. "As are you, trying to woo me with all those gifts."
"As long as it's working, I'll give you anything!" Robin claimed. "As long as you admit that I'm a good thief."
"Judging by your peace-offerings, I'd say you are a very good one," the man admitted with a nod of approval, which, while being a short and simple gesture, made Robin's day. Or rather year. "But I would like one more thing."
"Aww… I can't steal it back from her! I thought about it, I really did, but-" the teen groaned.
"I was thinking of you letting me steal something of yours. After all, you have already promised it to me," Slade leered.
"Huh? Oh… Oh! Yes, well… yes," the teen nodded. "Umm… right here and now?"
"What do you think?"
"That I should take my boots off?"
"Exactly."
"Um, just one more thing?"
"What?"
"Could you turn the shower off? The sound is driving me crazy."
Slade had a look of surprise on his face when he came back and found that Robin was still there, and, even more so, naked to the waist. The teen snickered.
"You thought I'd run, didn't you?"
"Actually… yes."
"Why did you even give me the chance?" the thief wanted to know.
"Because I'm not a rapist."
"Ah…" that made Robin quiet for a moment, before his eyes began to glitter again. "Well, that's good, because I don't really see myself as a victim, either," he shrugged and walked up to the man, boldly undoing his belt.
"Seems not," Slade smirked.
"Because now you will respect me in the morning, right?" the teen grinned up at him.
Slade was not a stupid man by any means, and therefore answered quickly.
"Of course."
"Good boy."
"Excuse me?"
"Catwoman said you were a bit like a dog…" the teen shrugged. "No offence."
"Really? I would have thought that being called a dog by her would be even more offensive than that term usually is… and it's not a term of endearment to start with."
"Yeah, well…" Robin looked a bit perturbed. "It's just not a bad thing, okay? Oh… quite a bone I can feel there, doggie…" the teen snickered, running his hands over the man's front.
"This line of thought isn't really working for me," Slade half growled, half chuckled.
"Umm… so no doggy-style, then?" Robin asked innocently.
"Well, it's getting a bit better when you put it like that," the man admitted.
Robin, however, wasn't really paying attention, as he was eager for things to get started.
"We're getting all the way naked, right?" he asked.
"That's optional, but I don't mind," Slade chuckled.
"Then get that top off!" the teen ordered and started pulling at it. Slade had to do most of the work, though, or Robin would have had to stand on the bed to be able to help.
"Wooow…."
"That's the kind of reaction someone likes to hear when undressing," the man smirked.
"Mmm-hmmm…." Was all the teen said, busy staring at the very sculpted chest and abs. He reached out to touch the taut skin with his fingertips, letting them run through the sparse, coarse hair all the way down to the open fly, and then up again, this time circling a nipple until it hardened. Robin then stepped back and walked all the way around the man, touching and studying him like he was a rare piece of very desirable art.
Slade didn't say anything, but couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
"Shhh…. I'm just taking it all in…" Robin hushed him.
"There's another way to do that…" the man leered. "You haven't even seen the best part yet."
"Yes, I'm sure your knees are amazing," the teen said with a carefully blank face, but then ruined it by smirking and grabbing a hold of the hem of the man's trousers. "Let's take a look at them?" He pushed the fabric down, kneeling so he could take them all the way off, and then stood back up to appreciate what had been revealed. "Big and knobbly… I'm disappointed…. I thought your knees would be prettier…" he grinned, but the teen's eyes weren't really paying much attention to the man's legs, to be honest.
"My turn," Slade smirked, and, as Robin already was bare-chested, he could start exploring immediately. "Hmmm…. lean and nice…" he said, mimicking Robin's caresses, making the teen gasp. "Your skin… so smooth… and practically blemish free…" the man continued and traced a scar faint across the teen's collar-bone. "I think I need to see more…" Slade circled the thief as well and, once behind him, his hands came up around Robin's waist and searched downwards until they sneaked down inside the teen's tights and pushed them down and cupped what he found there.
Robin was close to coming right then. He was just so sensitive, and having someone else touch him at all was something he wasn't used to. But he liked it. A lot. He leaned back against the man and closed his eyes, intent on just enjoying the caresses, but instead the divine hands disappeared.
"Huh? What?" he mumbled.
"I'm not done with the inspection yet," Slade purred and, as the teen had, got down on his knees to get the tights off. He was still behind Robin, however, and as he stood up, Slade let his hands follow the movement until they reached the mounds of Robin's behind.
"Perfect… not bony at all," Slade commented.
"Are you saying I have a fat ass?" the teen retorted.
"I think you have spent too much time around women…" Slade chuckled and squeezed one cheek before he gently pushed a hand between Robin's legs, caressing him from that end instead, making the thief moan.
"Enough inspecting, I want to do something!" the teen said and made himself pull away enough so he could get on the bed, which he did by simply throwing himself down on it on his back and spreading his legs. "Come on!"
"I would, but I'm afraid I might be reading your signals wrong…" the man drawled.
"Less funny, more fucking," Robin decided.
"You are aware that the only lube I have is the hotel's lotion?" the man informed him and gestured to a small bottle on the nightstand.
"Lube?"
"You really haven't done this before, have you?"
"Did I make it seem like it? And lube, I get it…" Robin made a dismissive gesture. "Well? Where do we start? Should I suck you first? I think I will," he said and sat up again. As Slade had come to stand in front of the bed, it placed him at a rather good angle, especially as the man's body was already showing some interest in what was going on. Slade barely had time to react before most of his most intimate part was half way down the teen's throat.
"Ich is ood or yoo?" Robin asked a moment later.
"Very good. Just watch your teeth a little," Slade, who found that he had the ability to understand cock-in-mouth speech, answered.
Robin experimented with licking, sucking and even, despite the man's warning, carefully nibbling, trying to satisfy not Slade, per se, but more his own curiosity. When he decided that that was done, he simply stopped.
"Are you going to do me now?"
Slade looked like someone who had just been denied the best things in life, but, with a sigh, agreed, and a moment later Robin was on his back with a wonderful feeling in his cock, and a slightly stinging one in his ass.
"Uuhh… two… two fingers are too much!" he complained. Slade didn't listen, however, and simply continued until Robin had stopped whining, and when that happened, he added a third and it all started over again. "Are… are you sure you know what you're doing?" the teen growled just after the third finger had pushed in.
"Trust me," the man smirked.
"Really?"
"Really."
Robin glared at him for a moment but then let his head fall back down on the mattresses again and sight.
"Alright… I'll be an idiot, then… I trust y-OOOOH!"
"And that's why anal sex can be pleasurable," Slade concluded after, for the first time, rubbing the teen's prostate.
"Oh, god, that was like… I don't even know!" Robin gasped. "Is there something like sitting on spears of hot, tingling electrified ice?"
"I'm not sure I want to find out," Slade muttered.
"Do it again!"
The man did, and, after feeling the teen relax more, he told him the universal lie-to-virgins:
"It will feel even better with my cock in there."
And Robin, being a virgin, fell for it.
Truth be told, Slade turned out to be right in the end, but absolutely not in the beginning, which Robin let him know quite insistently… on the other hand, he just as loudly told the man when he was, in the teen's opinion, performing better a little while later.
Robin came much too quickly, of course, but Slade, being more experienced, just slowed down a bit until the teen was ready to go again, and it was a very satisfied, and probably fully forgiven, bird that left by the window two hours later.
"Uh-oh," Selina smirked as Robin dropped by her apartment. "I know that look. I've seen it in the mirror a few times, if nothing else… so, how was he? As if I need to ask."
The teen's silly grin turned even wider and he threw himself down on the woman's sofa with a deep sigh.
"I'm in LOVE!"
"Sure you are."
"I am! He's… he's so… oh… GOD, do you know what he did?"
"I don't want any details…" the woman warned him.
"Oh. Damn. I wanted to share," the teen mumbled. "Oh! But I have a question… Is this big?" Robin held out his hands, measuring a respectable distance between them.
"For a salmon, no, for what I think you are referring to; yes."
"I thought so, but I wasn't sure," the thief's grin now turned even more smug. "Do you think he's gonna call me?"
"Oh lord, I had to have the birds and the bee's talk with you, did I really deserve this as well?" the woman complained.
"But I'm in love and I want to talk about it!" Robin objected. "So? Will he call? Should I call him? Should I keep bringing him gifts? What do you think he'd like? What if I never see him again? Should I just go by his place tomorrow, like I was passing by? Do you think he has facebook? What if he doesn't want to see me again? I was probably bad in bed… oh, wait, hell no, I was great! He was so great too, did you know that if you hook your feet behind-"
"No details!"
"Oh. Right… So… he'll call, right? Should I text him? Just, you know…. 'thinking of you'? or something? Is that weird? Should I wait two days? Oh, I have to find something really great for him! What's a good 'thanks for the fuck'-present? Oh! Condoms! But we didn't use any… oh, god, that was stupid! What if- oh , but he has that healing-thing so I guess… should I ask? But that's awkward, right? Maybe as I give him the gift, like ' here, I want to give this to you, but you didn't give me anything, right?'… yeah… that's rather smooth, I might do that… but what to steal? Maybe-OUFF!" Robin had been hit in the stomach by a rather hard projectile. "Huh? What…?" he picked the thing up and stared at it. "But… why?"
"Just take it. It's the best gift for him, after all, and I really, really, want you to leave…" Selina growled.
"But… it's the collar! Is… is it the real one?"
"Yes. I'm keeping the fake one, though… besides, I now know who the owner is, I saw the papers in the safe, so I can steal it from him another time."
"Really?" Robin sat up and stared at his mentor.
"Just go."
"You are the BEST!" the teen exclaimed and flew into the woman's arms, hugging her.
"Yes, I know," she chuckled. "Go woo your mercenary… you should at least get shower-sex for that thing."
"Huh?" Robin gaped.
Not long thereafter he was back at the man's window. Slade, who still felt some lazy tendrils of afterglow, got pretty surprised.
"Back so soon?"
"Yes," Robin said darkly. "Things have come to my attention. Apparently there is something called shower-sex," he glared. "You've been holding out on me."
The End
A/N: yes, it ends there… Because I am aware that the plot is a bit like the "Black Robin" universe, even though this Robin is purely a thief and has had feline help (however that might work… my cats help with NOTHING… well… they make me happy, so there is THAT… hmm…) and I didn't want to deal with the next scenario, that is, will Slade leave? Will Robin come with him? As that would make it even more like the Black Robin-stories, I just decided to cut in there… so what happens next is up to you to decide in your own minds… ;)