A/N: Happy b-day Krox1 (October 4)

This is a part two of drabble 147: The Birds and The Baddies. If you don't remember it, it's the one with the Raven/Red X pairing… ;) Where Slade/Robin and Red/Raven flees Jump after being discovered by the Titans who, of course, won't accept their relationship… This takes place only a little while after the last drabble ended.

No warnings, really, as this is a light story… some kinks will be mentioned, however… ;)

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The Birds and the Baddies 2: One Bad Bird

"Little Bird to Cute Bird, you got one coming your way. Little Bird to Cool Guy, you too. Keep on your toes. I'm taking down the one on the roof."

"Cool Guy to Little Bird, copy that."

"Little Bird to Master, permission to beat Cool Guy up afterwards for the code names?"

"Master to Little Bird, I think they are just fine."

"Yeah, you would," Robin muttered. "Over and out." The teen swung out over the rooftops and landed next to his target. A few swift kicks later and the sniper's rifle was sliding away, with the man laying still in an crumpled, unconscious pile. Robin straightened up. He was dressed, like the other three, in a black outfit, padded and strengthened with Kevlar for protection, but rather nondescript. All of them also wore gray utility belts and their intercoms consisted of earpieces and a little microphone on their collars, which was much handier, the teen admitted, than a communicator. It wasn't exactly uniforms, more like working gear, and he wasn't masked. The chance of anyone recognizing Dick Grayson was next to zero; he had changed too much. He hadn't been Dick since he was twelve and he was seventeen now, eighteen in a few months. After leaving the Titans neither he nor Raven had really wanted to create new super hero identities for themselves, they just weren't ready, and Slade and Red X, of course, were laying low themselves when it came to declaring who they really were. Therefore the suits. Robin had thought they looked pretty good until Raven had made a comment about looking like a family going camping in matching overalls.

"Pretty Bird to Little Bird, I got mine. And about the code names; if you punch him, I'll hold him down," Raven's dry voice came through the communicator.

"It's a deal," Robin smirked.

"Hey!" Red complained through the link. "I was just doing my job! What if someone listens in on this frequency? Got mine too, by the way. Master? How about you?"

"The bomb has been defused and the prisoners freed. Let's move out."

"Great! Embassy saved! All in a day's work!" Red X hollered.

Robin chuckled and shook his head as he tied his guy up. He then jumped off the building and swung away over the streets of Berlin. When he finally landed near their rendezvous point by a park, however, he spotted something in the corner of his eye. A squirrel. A green squirrel.

"Look out, it's B-" that was as far as he got before he had to threw himself to the side to avoid a large, seemingly electrically charged net flying towards him from a side street. He landed badly and hissed as pain shot up from his ankle, but he couldn't afford to hesitate; he had to put some distance between himself and his old team.

"Robin! We only wish to speak!" Starfire yelled, having suddenly appeared as well.

"Then stop attacking me, perhaps?" Robin barked back, dodging a giant green gorilla who was trying to pin him. At that moment Raven, Slade and Red X arrived on the scene and then it was four against three. Robin and Raven, however, were keen to not make this uglier than it had to be.

"Wall us in, Rae!" Robin ordered and a black dome covered the four in an instant.

"Yeah, try to get us with that sound gun of yours now, toaster!" Red X grinned at Cyborg.

"It is as much to protect them from us. Especially from Slade," Robin muttered. "And you might want to remember that Rae can't hold this up forever." He took a deep breath and turned towards his old team "Titans! Talk then. What the hell are you doing?"

"We're bringing you back home!"

"We're not lost nor kidnapped," Raven said coldly.

"We don't believe that, something's wrong! Someone made you leave!" Cyborg declared.

"Yeah. You," Robin growled. "Go home. Protect Jump. We just saved at least a hundred people from being blown up, not to mention a huge international disaster, and we are really too fucking tired for this crap!" Robin hadn't meant to be quite so crude, Red X was clearly a bad influence, but the truth was he was tired. And in pain. He felt his lover coming up behind him, the heat of his body as well as a hand resting lightly on his arm, calming him down.

"You're hurt," Slade muttered.

"I'm okay."

"You haven't put any weight on your right foot this whole time, and you're as pale as a sheet. How did it happen?"

"Just a bad landing."

"It was their fault?" The man, who had no love for the Titans after they way they had treated Robin, sounded close to demanding blood.

"Let it go. I'm okay," Robin hissed and focused on his former friends again. "We will not go with you, and we don't want to fight you. But we will if we have to. Please… leave!"

"Robin…. getting… tired…" Raven whispered from beside him and the teen could see the shield tremble a little, ripples spreading across its surface.

"Okay. Red, if they attack, cover Rae." Robin ordered in a low voice. "Nothing lethal. Slade, that goes double for you. And we're not, I repeat, not going to make the first move here."

"You have a way of going against ever one of my instincts," Slade muttered sullenly, making Robin give a short chuckle.

"Means a lot to me that you'll go through with it anyway, then, Master," he grinned.

"Robin called Slade Master! I heard him!" Beast Boy exclaimed, and Robin swore, having forgotten the teen's superior hearing.

"I was a joke!" the black-haired hero barked but it was too late. At that moment Raven's shield collapsed, and the Titans attacked, determined to 'save' their teammates.

Robin quickly whipped out his bo-staff, and vaulted himself into the air, hitting Cyborg straight in the chest with his good foot. He couldn't help a cry of pain as he had to land on his bad one, however.

Slade, he noticed, shadowed him, but for once Robin didn't mind the man being over protective; this way he could keep an eye on him.

The former Titan was just about to deactivate his old friend temporarily, when green flashes began raining down on him. He spotted Slade drawing his sword, something he had taken to wearing again, declaring that he had missed it in Jump.

"Slade! Don't-!" But the man simply reflected the blasts back at the alien, who had to duck out of the way herself.

Berlin was at that moment experiencing having a real, live T-rex trampling its streets, for the first time in… forever, actually. Red X tried to protect his girlfriend who was as stingy about those sorts of things as Robin was, while throwing sticky X'es at the monster. Robin could just hope the former thief had it under control and looked away. He shouldn't have. The big dinosaur finally stumbled and, in a last attempt to stay on his feet, Beast Boy twisted his body, making his long tail come sweeping across the street.

"Look ou-" Robin heard Slade yell that much, but then everything turned black.

"God… did someone get that T-rexes number?" Robin mumbled as he opened his eyes.

"At least Slade did a number on him," came the cheery reply from Red X.

"What? He didn't-?" Robin tried to sit up but the world spun too badly and he collapsed against the mattress once more. Huh. So he was in a bed? He wondered how long he had been out.

"No. I didn't." It was the man's voice this time, and he sounded angry. "I knocked him out. He either got up or he going to confuse the hell out of paleontologists in a million years."

"What about the others?"

"Out cold too," Raven said.

"Rae, are you okay?" Robin asked the pale girl as soon as he spotted her. She didn't look like she had recovered much at all.

"You're the one with a concussion and a hair-line fractured ankle who has been out cold for almost twenty four hours…" she muttered. "I'm okay. Too drained to heal you, though. Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm the one who's sorry. I know a shield like that takes a lot out of you, I shouldn't-"

"Never apologize for making the right call, Robin," Slade snapped at him. "Besides, she tired herself out further after you went down."

Robin gave the young woman a questioning look and she sighed, avoiding his eyes.

"You won't be happy," she muttered.

"What? What did you do?" Robin asked, dreading the answer.

"As they were unconscious, I… I invaded their minds."

"Doing what?"

"I… changed… something…"

"Raven…" her former leader reached out and took her hand. "Just… tell me."

"I … planted an idea in their minds. From now on they will leave us alone. They will accept that we've left and forget all thoughts of foul play… We're simply not Titans anymore."

"I don't like the idea of messing with people's heads," Robin began, but was interrupted by a snort from Slade.

"The girl made an ideal decision. They would never have let you go, never believed you," the man growled.

"Yes, if you would have let me finish," Robin gave his lover a pointed look, "that's what I was going to say. Thank you Raven. You did the right thing."

The woman gave him a small smile and nodded. Now, when the spots dancing in front of his eyes had disappeared, Robin recognized his and Slade's bedroom, with the canopy of the four posted bed over his head.

"Just… how did they find us?"

"Through Batman and the JL, I assume. The Bat seems to be staying out of it for now, though," Slade answered.

"Batman is waiting for you to break up with me," Robin muttered.

"Marry me?" Slade smirked, making his lover burst out laughing.

"Yeah. Right. You and your white castle…" the former Titan snickered. "Anyway, I don't think the JL will be a problem. They aren't involved personally and they will see that we do good work and leave us alone."
"Even thought we make sure to get paid for it," Slade added smugly. He drew the line at doing good deeds for free. Besides, they had to eat.

"There's no law against that…" Robin mumbled, crinkling his nose a little because he had to admit he had a bit of a problem with that… but he left the whole business part to Slade. The man also had the contacts which got them the most of their jobs, after all, like looking into the threats against the embassy in Berlin.

"The Titans will remember speaking peacefully to us and realizing their error," Raven said.

"Good," Robin nodded. "Batman won't buy that, but, like I said, he won't come running… Last time we spoke he more or less told me that I was being a naïve brat but I was welcome home when I grew up… or when Slade kicked me out. You're not kicking me out, are you?" he asked the man with a tired smile on his lips.

"I'm not planning to," the man smirked back. "After all, as Red X is such a lazy ass when it comes to chopping wood, I'll need you to keep me warm this winter."

"Hey!" the redhead exclaimed again and then leered. "Hear that, honey badger?" he said to Raven. "It's not laziness; it's me trying to be romantic."

"Try harder."

"Don't mind if I do."

"Guys, you have your own room," Robin sighed. "I'm feeling sick."

"That's not a very nice thing to-"

"No, I'm actually- Slade? Bathroom?"

Without hesitating Slade swept Robin up in his arms and they just made it to the toilet before the teen threw up.

"It's the concussion; you'll feel better soon…" Slade said, which turned out to be a lie.

"It's been a whole day, just let Raven heal you!" the mercenary growled at a very pale looking Robin.

"No, she's tired… I just… need to rest…" the teen insisted. "Oh, god, please don't breathe so loudly?"

"I'll get that stubborn head of yours some new ice," the man muttered.

It took a few days for Robin to feel better again, but he smiled when he finally woke up without a headache. Slade was sleeping next to him and it was dark outside, but nature called. Robin, wise from previous experiences, sat up slowly, waiting for the bout of dizziness, but when it didn't come he happily jumped off the rather high four-poster bed. He fell down with a cry of pain.

"What the hell?" he heard Slade bark, and a moment later he was back in the bed with a very angry looking man on top of him. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I… forgot about my foot…" Robin mumbled, looking sheepish. "I'm okay now, I just need to go to the bathroom."

"Fine. I'll take you."

"But-"

"Robin. Shut up," Slade growled.

They had barely gotten back before Robin was sitting on the edge of the bed again.

"Could you get me a crutch or something? I know I've seen an old cane somewhere…"

"I know what I'd like to do with that cane," the man muttered and pulled the teen back down. "It's three in the morning. You will stay in bed."

"But I've been in bed for days, I'm not tired!" Robin objected. "And the German government needs a report about what-"

"It's already done and sent. Pay collected."

"Well, at least I should look through-"

"Robin, I'm serious. You still need to rest, or your headache might come back. And if you try to as much as put your toes on the floor before seven o'clock I will tie you down."

Robin sat up once more. "Don't be ridi-"

Not much later the teen fought against the silk scarves which, unfortunately, still had been tied around the posts from a little game earlier that week. This time he wasn't spread eagle, however, his ankles were tied to the foot of the bed, Slade had been extra careful with the injured one, but it was still very much secured. His wrists were bound to the headboard, in an as comfortable position as Slade could manage. Robin didn't appreciate it however.

"Let me go! Let me go right now!"

"The only thing yelling will get you is a sore throat," the man muttered, his back turned towards his unruly patient.

"I have work to do!"

"There's absolutely nothing that needs to be done before dawn and very little you need to do for at least another week. Go to sleep."

"You condescending bastard! You think you can just decide-"

"Robin, I learned to sleep through anything in the wars… but as it's better for your health to be quiet, I might get up and get you a gag."

"You wouldn't da-" the teen snarled but the man rolled over and pressed a finger against his lips.

"Do you really believe I wouldn't? Because, if not, feel free to challenge me. Again."

Robin glared but, when the man removed his finger he remained quiet.

"Good boy," Slade said and kissed his forehead. "Now go to sleep."

"…bastard…" Robin mumbled.

"Love you too," the man chuckled and rolled over again.

The man's breaths became deep and even almost instantly and the teen glared daggers at his back. He envied the mercenary for being able to fall asleep so quickly. He himself wasn't tired at all, at least that's what he thought, but his head was kinda spinning again, so he closed his eyes. Only for a moment. He wouldn't sleep. Slade wouldn't get the pleasure of being right…

"Good morning sleepyhead… it's almost ten. Up for some breakfast?"

"Mhmm?" Robin mumbled, and blinked up at Red X.

A minute later the redhead returned downstairs covered with orange juice and followed by loud cursing.

"He realized he was still tied down. He wasn't happy." the former thief muttered. " "He head butted the tray I was holding. You go deal with him!" he said, pointing at Slade. "He yelled things about you anyways. I think some of them were gay stuff, and he wasn't holding back on the details," the young man groaned and reached out for his girlfriend. "Hold me?"

While Raven comforted her mentally bruised boyfriend, Slade took a deep breath to steel himself and then walked upstairs. Robin's mood hadn't changed a bit.

"There you are, you fucking piece of crap! Untie me!"

"What's this? I know you can't have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, because I strapped you down to the right side…" the man tried to joke. The audience was not impressed.

"Seriously Slade…"

"Do you need the bathroom?"

"What? No! Just untie me!"

"Of course I will."

"Good!"

"In a moment."

"No! Right now!"

"No, not until I'm sure you're in a good mood again," the man informed him.

Robin looked stumped for a moment but then smiled brightly, although a bit too widely. In fact it was rather creepy. "I'm great. I'm happy! Hi, honey! Slept well?"

"Yeah… I'm not buying that one," the man chuckled and joined his lover on the bed.

"Get any closer and I'll rip your balls off with my teeth," said lover snarled.

"I like it when you talk dirty," the man grinned and began teasing the teen's nipples. Robin was only wearing a pair of pajama pants under the covers, and he usually wore less to bed. While he had been sick, however, Slade thought he ought to be at least half dressed, if Raven decided to check up on him unannounced.

"I'm so not in the mood, Slade," the teen growled.

"Don't worry, I'll get you there."

"Would you believe me if I said I had a headache?"

"I might, but you don't. You always have a little crease right here when you do," the man grinned and rubbed a finger between the teen's eyebrows.

"You're taking advantage of an invalid," the hero remarked, but his voice was less angry and more dry now. Slade smirked, knowing he was on the right track. He kissed one nipple lightly and felt the teen's chest rise as his breath hitched. They had been living here for about two months now, enjoying long sessions of, mostly, uninterrupted sex instead of the quick trysts they had to make do with back in Jump, but the young man seemed insatiable. That suited Slade perfectly.

He spent a good long time on the nipples, kissing, sucking, biting and blowing cool air over then until they were almost deep red and hard as pebbles. And they weren't the only thing that was hard. Robin didn't object at all as the man kissed his way lower and even lifted his hips up so Slade, slowly, could pull the tented pajama bottoms off, freeing a very eager part of the teen's physique.

Slade had a feeling that Robin had forgiven him by now, but… just to be on the safe side…

"Mmm…. yes… that's… sooo… goooood…" the teen moaned as his member was engulfed by a hot, wet, mouth. Slade pulled out all his tricks and the teen was soon making those keening noises that usually meant that he was just seconds from coming, but then, unexpectedly, he tried to twist away. "Slade… no I… I want you inside me."

"This was supposed to be only for you, I'd be happy to just-"

"Oh, just fuck me right now!" the teen snapped, and that was an order Slade wasn't about to disobey. He released the teen's ankles, half expecting a kick, but instead the legs spread wide and then, as he got in position between them, drew him in. Slade quickly squirted a big dollop of lube into his hands from the bottle on the nightstand and then he let the teen decide how he wanted it. Robin wanted it hard and fast. Still, the man tried to hold back as he didn't want to make the head injury worse again, but the only thanks he got for that were impatient sounds from Robin and, once he had freed the teen's hands as well; nails digging into his back, urging him on.

Afterwards, when the man had caught his breath, he expected another row with the teen about taking it easy. The hero, however, just smiled and curled up under the covers like a very satisfied cat.

"You're going back to sleep?" Slade asked.

Robin opened his eyes and, being deadly serious, said; "Slade, I don't know if you're aware, but I'm recovering from a head injury here. I need to rest. Shoo."

The next couple of weeks, as the teen was recovering, were hard on the rest of the inhabitants of the castle. Slade eventually let him move around, using an antique ivory cane they had found in the castle, but, even so, Robin's mood was horrendous. He hated to be confined in any way, and he didn't hesitate to show it. Even so he still refused to let Raven heal him, feeling guilty, Slade supposed, that the woman had almost drained herself holding that shield. Raven herself had given up trying to talk sense into her former leader.

Eventually the teen was able to put his full weight on his foot again and were now happily taking a walk outside where he ran into Red X who was chopping wood.

"Hi, Red."

"What's wrong now? A spelling error in a report? Did someone put a fork in the knife compartment? Was the toilet seat up or down or whatever?" the redhead asked tiredly.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, I was just wondering if you needed some help," Robin snorted. "I got the foot-support-thing off today." The teen had never needed a cast just an ankle stirrup.

"Oh… okay… sorry, it's just that you've been a bit… difficult," Red shrugged and handed the teen an ax.

"What do you mean?" Robin asked innocently.

"Well… let's just say that you've been on everyone's ass about everything. That's okay. We forgive you. Just never ever get hurt again! Because we will leave you behind. Or send you back to the Bat, express delivery."

"Pft… I think I know what this is about…" Robin grinned.

"Yeah? What?"

"Well, sure, I might have pointed out a few of your mistakes lately, like when you cut corners or let Raven split all the wood instantly so you two can sneak away somewhere, but I think this is more about you than me."

"Is that so?" Red asked and wondered if he could use the ax he was holding on the teen. He could say it was an accident. The others would believe him.

"Yeah, I think you're feeling guilty, but don't worry. I'll help you."

"Help me with what?"

"To build character of course!" the hero exclaimed. "Of course you don't have any, as you used to be a thief and all, but it's never too late! A job worth doing is worth doing well and so on."

"Um… yeah… great."

"Oh, and Red?"

"Yes?"

"Are you really going to stack the wood like that?"

"Slade? A word?"

"Red? What did he do now?" the man asked, sounding a bit tired.

"Robin? Oh, nothing at all! Raven gave him the all clear to take the foot support off so he's just dandy again."

"Really? That's good to hear," the man immediately looked happier.

"Yes, and we got to talking and... well… I have a bit of a message from him. A… private one…"

"Yes?" the man arched an eyebrow wondering what was going on.

"He'd like to celebrate, you see, and now when he's well again, he thought it would be fun if you did something a bit… you know… extra special."

"Special?"

"Meaning kinky."

"I see."

"So he has a request…"

"Why doesn't he tell me himself then?"

"Because it would ruin everything. You see, he wants you to surprise him after his shower tonight, or whenever you find a suitable time, jump him, gag him, tie him to the bed and spank the hell out of his ass with a paddle. And then go ahead and… you know… do whatever you do."

"He wants to be gagged?"

"Yes."

"And tied down?"

"Yes."

"And… spanked?"

"Yes, well… when we talked he realized that he has been a bit of a… bitch, so… he felt he needed to be punished."

"No arguments there. But we don't have a paddle."

"You don't? I mean… ummm… I know, but I'll arrange a few things. I'll put them under the bed. You have a gag, though?"

"Yes. We have a few of those."

"Good, because you're gonna need it. Robin wants it real, like, you know… rapey? So he's gonna try to get away. Don't let him."

"Oh, I won't," the man leered.

Red grinned a bit himself, especially when he picked out a paddle with little hearts cut into the surface. Those would look pretty on Robin's ass, he was sure. He added a riding crop and a something that looked like a feather duster as well. He was sure the teen would forgive him… once his ass was back to normal again. At least the hero would think twice about commenting on his wood stack again.

The End

A/N: Don't annoy Red X. You might think it's Slade you should worry about, but a bullet between the eyes is quick and painless…

The prompt for this story was:

"Maybe they get found by Batman/the Titans? They are forced to move away? For some reason I really want Robin hurting something in it... Maybe, like, twisting his ankle? Because I am a sucker for protective Slade :3 And, if you can add it in, (optional! :3) some awesome sex? ;P"

I didn't do the moving away part, sorry, but I hope you liked the result nonetheless… I'd like to hear your thoughts on alternative endings to this, when it comes to the Titans finding them I mean.. because it stomped me a little… Robin and Raven are still heroes after all (dragging Slade and Red with them, kicking and screaming) so I didn't want the fight to get too serious because that wouldn't really fit in this lighter universe…? Would it? Thoughts are appreciated!