A/N Happy New Year! As we realized in the Facebook group: it's New Years, so we need Slade and Robin kissing! Here's my, very short, version. (also it's New Year here in Sweden in 30 minutes! Yay!)

I like these kinds of short stories, although they are never supposed to be read applying any kind of logic and psychology to them, because… yeah… if you do, you'll have a bad time. Just enjoy the kiss. ;)

Resolutions

The chase had gotten more and more dangerous the closer to midnight it became. There were people on some rooftops, partying and unlawfully firing New Year rockets I their drunken stupor, causing danger for everyone around. Robin had his eyes pinned on the back of the man jumping to the next roof over, however. Slade. He wouldn't let him out of his sight. Not this time.

A rocket exploded not too far up into the sky, bathing the roof in white light for a moment, just as Robin jumped. As he landed, the light had disappeared, and, with it, his night vision. Robin cursed and blinked, stopping for a moment to listen instead. Suddenly something whistled past him.

"Watch out!" Someone shouted from the other roof, and then something exploded. At the same time, Robin felt himself being pulled away, but that didn't save him from the piercing light and the sound which felt like someone had pushed needles into his ears. Other than that, though, he wasn't hurt, he realized as he found himself pushed up against a wall by the one who had, most likely, saved him from getting injured.

"Damn idiots," he heard a voice mutter through the ringing in his ears and then someone grabbed him again and dragged him off, further away from the noise and people. While this was happening Robin tried to focus on something else besides his ears and the flashing in front of his eyes. When the other person stopped, Robin put a hand over his mask.

"My eyes-"

"You were blinded, it's only temporary."

His hearing was beginning to return to normal and Robin's head shot up as he identified the voice. His pushed his hands out but they met with a chest and then didn't move an smidge more, no matter how much power he put behind them.

"So you recognize my voice, then?" the man chuckled.

"Yes, Slade, now let me go!" Robin hissed.

"That wouldn't be advisable, we're on a ledge and you're more than half blind at the moment."

"I'm not!" Robin tried to glare at the mercenary, although he only really saw flashing colors on a black background. Either way he wasn't about to admit something like that to his enemy.

"Oh. Then I'm hurt."

"What?"

"That you haven't noticed that I've taken my mask off."

Robin's hands quickly moved upwards instead and were then cupping an actual human face, not a cold metal mask. The face was wide with stubble which turned into a beard, and, suddenly, the touch seemed much too intimate. Robin snatched his hands back and didn't quite know what to do with them.

"You're blushing," the man chuckled.

"I'm not!"

"You are also denying everything I say."

"No, I'm-" Robin stopped himself. "Why did you take the mask off?" he asked instead, as if blaming the man for doing something indecent.

"The sound mufflers in it reacted to the explosions but then froze up, I don't like to be deaf more than you like to be blind."

"I'm not blind!"

"No, I know, and the funny thing is that you haven't realized it yet."

"What is that supposed to mean?" the teen snorted.

"It's not your eyes, not completely. The sun filters in your mask must have been over exposed."

Robin gaped. He did have filters in this mask which turned darker in full sunlight, just like some glasses did. He had been wearing the mask since this morning, otherwise he liked to switch to another type at night, but he had forgotten, and those sharp lights, that close, must have…

"Does someone feel a little bit silly now?" Slade asked him, still with a chuckle in his voice.

"Shut up," Robin muttered, trying to come to a decision. He couldn't fight Slade blind, especially not if they were on a ledge like the man had claimed, but he didn't want to take off his mask either. It was also worrisome, somehow, that he man was so close, their chests were practically touching and he still had no idea what to do with his hands. A defensive position would probably be a good idea, but with the man in front and the wall at his back, he couldn't move.

"Get out of my way, Slade!" he finally snapped.

"No. I'm waiting."

"What? For what?" Robin said, a little worry in his voice. Where were his team when he needed them? Ah, that's right, at the Tower New Year's party, which he had left to… what was it he was supposed to pick up again? Soda? As soon as he spotted Slade, all thoughts of anything else had just disappeared. He also felt flustered, his heart was skipping beats and he was a bit dizzy. Had he hit his head without noticing it? "What… what are you waiting for?"

"The right time."

"What do you mean, the right-" At that moment a load of rockets went off in the sky above the city, and church bells were ringing as well, adding to the noise.

"Happy New Year," Robin heard the man say before his head was tilted upwards by a firm grip and then a pair of lips touched his. The teens formerly nervously twitching hands grabbed on to the first thing they found, which turned out to be the mercenary's hips, and, as the kiss seemed to deepen all on its own, the hands also wandered up to caress the man's arms before ending their slow journey around the man's neck, as the sky exploded in colors above them.

"There… that's my New Year's resolution taken care of already," the man breathed against Robin's ear as the kiss ended.

"You're wrong," Robin snorted.

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, the church bells are still ringing so, technically," the teen grinned as he peeled off his mask, his curiosity about seeing the man's face finally winning over his fears about his identity, "you haven't kissed me in 2013 yet."

"I see," the man smirked back, drawing the teen close again. "Well, a promise is a promise."

The End