A/N: Don't expect too much of this story, it's just a PWP but without much sex… which makes it a bit of nothing… ;) But a plot bunny bit me and I had to do it. Besides, I think your own imagination could use it as a start off point and take it where you wanna go… ;)

Playing in the Park

Robin grinned as he watched the children running around the park in the late afternoon. He and the other Titans had just finished a charity event, a 'clean up the park' thing, and a lot of families had come here today to enjoy the festivities and games. Now the place was beginning to empty, though.

"Robin! Sure you don't wanna ride back?" Cyborg called out.

"Yeah, it's such a nice evening, I'm going to take a walk, maybe go for a run," he replied, and waved them off. It really was a great day. One of those perfect summer ones, which wasn't too hot but still didn't have a cloud in the sky. A few wisps had appeared now, though, but they only made the sky seem even more perfect, somehow. A very faint peach-like coloring on the horizon foreboded the sunset, but the day wasn't quite over yet.

Robin was happy with today's event for more than one reason. Yes, the charity was a nice one, but during the actual clean up the Titans had stumbled over something unexpected; four video cameras in total, spread out through the park. They might have belonged to anyone, well, anyone creepy enough to do such a thing, but the technology itself just screamed one name: Slade. The other's hadn't commented on it, and he hadn't said anything. He liked keeping what he found out about the man close to his heart when he could, and not only because the others would tease him about being 'obsessed'. The fact that the devices were placed along the same route Robin usually took when he went running was another thing… maybe the 'obsession' wasn't one sided?

When he got home tonight, he would dissect the cameras, looking for any clue he could find; where the parts were manufactured, pats of finger prints, anything… Suddenly he almost regretted not going back in the car, longing to get started, but looking around the peaceful scene spreading out before him, he shrugged, smiled and began walking across a small field.

They had all noticed, and talked about, a new trend among the children today; many boys, and even some girls, were playing 'cowboys'. Robin remembered finding cowboy and indian toys and clothes up in the attic back at Wayne Manor, which Bruce had worn when he was little, before his parents died. It had taken a while for the trend to come back and as the theme wasn't really 'politically correct' anymore, the toy manufacturers seemed to have focused on the cowboy part, conveniently ignoring the Native American issues.

Robin, therefore, wasn't at all surprised when he rounded a few trees and saw a boy trying to throw a lasso over a few rocks he had stapled on top of each other. It wasn't going well, and the teen could sense the waves of frustration oozing from the kid even before the little cowboy stomped his foot and threw the rope on the ground.

"Darn it!" the boy yelled, making the hero's lips twist. He had heard younger children say much 'worse' things today, so the mild curse felt refreshing.

"Hi kid, having trouble?" he asked.

"Robin? Wow!" the boy seemed to forget all about the unwilling rope for a moment. "Yeah…" he kicked at his toy a bit dejectedly. "It seems so easy on TV…"

Robin saw at once where some of the problem lay: the lasso was two long skipping ropes knotted together and the knot was wrong as well.

"Well, let's see if we can make it work," the teen suggested.

"Yeah! But… it's not a real lasso… mom says they are too expensive…"

"Listen, those lassos at the toy store are too expensive and they aren't real lassos either. I'm going to teach you how to tie a real knot, and when you can do that you can ask your mom for some ordinary rope, okay? That's more real than the plastic toy ones."

"Oh. Okay!" The boy seemed excited by the idea. "So… how do I tie it?"

During the next half hour Robin showed the kid to not only tie lasso knots but all kinds of knots for different occasions, and they had a lot of fun practicing throwing the rope at targets.

"Ha! got you!" the boy shouted in triumph as the rope caught around one of the hero's wrists. "You're my prisoner now!" he added. "You have to take off your gloves or you'll use them to escape. I know all your tricks!"

"Oh, darn, you have stopped my evil plans to take over the world and make the schools only teach math!" Robin snickered, playing along and letting the kid bind his now bare hands together in front of him.

"I'm taking you to prison!" the boy proclaimed and led the hero a bit deeper in among the trees. He then looked around, clearly trying to make up his mind about which tree would be the prison. When he did, he threw the rope over a high branch and then pulled at it so he could tie it around the trunk, forcing Robin to raise his arms.

"Prison won't hold me!" the teen growled playfully, and just then they heard the voice of a woman calling.

"Will! William! Come here right now, young man!"

"Ops, that's my mom, she probably wants to go home," the kid said and squirmed the way children do when they know they should obey their parents, but so very much wanted to continue playing. "I'm just gonna ask to stay for a bit, okay?" he said and the next moment he was darting through the trees.

"Hey, kid! Maybe you could… untie me first…" Robin finished the sentence in a mutter, as it was clear that little William was out of earshot. The hero sighed and settled in for the wait. It would only be a few minutes, he supposed.

Five minutes later and he began fearing the worst. William had left him behind. Robin could picture it; the kid telling his probably very tired mother that he had Robin of the Teen Titans tied up and had to go back… yeah… any mother would just throw the kid in the car and go…

Sunset had arrived, bringing just a bit of a chill with it. Robin thought that maybe he should call out for help, but it was also a very, very embarrassing situation… on the other hand, he had gotten out of worse situations than this. How hard could it be?

Quite tricky, apparently. The rope was plastic and it was strong. He couldn't climb the rope as his wrists were tied together and it was also too thin to get a good grip on. The branch split into two just beyond the place where the rope was resting, so he couldn't slide it off the branch either. He tried jumping, but it was out of reach. He was only human after all, and jumping straight up without a running start was quite hard. He couldn't reach the other end of the rope either, besides, the knot was on the other side of the tree.

Pulling, even with all his weight, only made the plastic cut into his wrists. Lovely. Just lovely. It looked like ha had to suffer the humiliation and possible danger of calling for help, after all.

"Hello! Hello, is anyone there?" he tried. It was dark now, however, the park sounded abandoned, even though Robin couldn't see more than glimpses of one of the smaller lawns between the trees.

"Hello? Anyone?" he called again.

"Really, Robin? 'Anyone'?"

Robin spun around so quickly that he lost his footing and ended up swinging from the rope for a moment before getting back on his feet. That seemed to amuse the large, masked man. It took quite a lot of guts to straighten up and glare at the vllain.

"No, not 'anyone'. My mistake. Go away," Robin growled.

"I don't think so, no." the man said pleasantly and began walking around the Titan, apparently taking in the scene. "And how did this happen?"

"Go to hell, Slade!"

"Oh, humor me. We're just talking, after all… or would you like me to stop talking?"

Well, that sounded like a threat, though it shouldn't be too surprising, considering who it came from. Talking suddenly sounded like a good idea.

"I was playing cowboys with this kid, and he got called away." Robin faltered as it sounded so stupid. It was stupid and 'stupid' wasn't how he wanted to appear in front of Slade.

"Precious." It really sounded like the man was on the verge of bursting out laughing, which was something the teen had never heard before. It was strange, but then again, so was the situation.

"What are you doing here?" the hero wanted to know.

"Checking why some of my cameras here went offline. You don't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"Nope. Not a thing. You have cameras here? Had no idea."

"Two of them shot some lovely images of you grinning just before they were turned off."

"Um… how strange?"

"Indeed."

"Um, so… untie me?" Robin had planned on making it a demand, but it didn't quite work out that way in the end.

"Why?"

"You're just going to leave me here over night?"

"What would the fun in that be?"

"Exactly! Wait… what do you mean; 'fun'?"

"I think we can think of something to play." The man rounded the tree and to Robin's surprise he undid the knot. The teen pulled at the rope but the villain didn't let it go, instead he pulled back, lifting the teen straight off his feet for a moment as a warning, before lowering him down until the Titan's feet just touched the ground.

"Let me go!"

"Not quite yet."

Robin watched as the man worked with the end of the rope, and his eyes widened as he recognized what he was making: a noose.

"What- what are you going to-" he stuttered, true fear racing through him for the first time.

"Why so nervous? I'm just making you a necklace," the masked man claimed and, as the knot was now finished, he stepped closer. Robin kicked out at his chest as hard as he could, pushing the man away for a moment, but Slade sidestepped the next kick and was suddenly behind him. The cold plastic rope brushed his cheek as the noose was lowered over his head. It had all happened so fast. Robin had been lifted off his feet again, just for a moment, and as Slade let him back down the rope tightened around his neck and wouldn't relax again, even when the teen stretched up to give it a little bit of slack. The noose was clearly just a one way deal; if would only get snugger.

"Feel free to kick again and risk losing your footing," Slade sold him smugly. "Or cry out for help, why don't you? Just know that whoever comes for you will most likely not leave this park alive."

"What do you want?" Robin snarled, figuring there had to be some reason behind all this. He was pretty sure that if the man truly wanted him dead he wouldn't have bothered even talking to him first, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't stand by watching him suffocate if Robin did something stupid.

"I've found that I… enjoy… watching you squirm."

Robin snarled something ugly under his breath. His heels didn't quite touch the ground as that would cut off his air supply just a tiny bit more, but practically standing on his toes also put a strain on his legs.

"Very funny, Slade. Cut me loose or at least leave me alone."

"To stand here all night until someone finds you tomorrow?" The man said. "I'm not that cruel."

"My friends will miss me and come for me in an hour, maybe less," the hero snorted.

"Ah, yes… and they can track your communicator, can't they? Maybe we should make you a bit more comfortable, then?" Robin then felt hands on his thighs, and then the man standing behind him slid them up, over his hips and then to the front of his belt. The gesture was very intimate, slow, firm, not an accident, and the teen felt his breath hitch in his throat. His belt clicked open and was off. "Better get rid of this for a while then, shall I?" Slade said. "If you would excuse me for a moment. Please try not to die while I'm gone."

A strange thought that he should make sure to hang himself just to annoy Slade entered the teen's mind briefly, but of course he didn't pay any serious attention to it. He had to wait for about ten minutes for the man to return. Some rather scary thoughts were running through the hero's mind in the meanwhile as he wondered what the man's plan was and what that caress had meant. What he wanted it to mean.

"There. A stray dog is now running around Jump with your belt as a collar." The man looked him up and down and added, "You should bulk up a bit."

"Hey, do you know what it takes to work off about four pizzas a week? You're lucky I'm not as fat as a whale!"

"Curious way to put it."

"What? 'Fat as a whale'? Maybe a bit crude, but-"

"That I am lucky. Shouldn't it be you?"

Robin hoped the darkness hid the blush on his cheeks. "I just… I didn't mean it like that!"

"I bet you didn't." The man walked behind him once more, and suddenly the touch was back. "My hands can almost reach all the way around your waist," the man said, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

"Not my fault if you have freakishly big hands!" Robin hissed through his teeth. "Stop touching me!"

"Let me think… no. I'm curious about what else might fit perfectly in my hands."

Robin gasped and tried to arch away as a hand suddenly caressed one of his ass cheeks. Okay. No more wondering what the man wanted. It was pretty clear, after all.

"I'm not exactly in the mood here," Robin growled.

"Don't tell me you have a headache?" the man quipped, but the teen could hear that he was somewhat surprised, probably expecting screams and threats and begging.

"More of a throat-ache, actually," the hero claimed, trying to swallow with the cord around his neck.

"That shouldn't stop you from having a bit of fun," the villain chuckled, his hands working their way to the teen's front.

"No, but… just so we're clear; a situation where one of us ends up dead isn't fun."

"Agreed."

"Then take the damn noose off!"

"No."

"I'll make it worth your while." It was cheap –on many levels− but Robin didn't care. He knew how dangerous something like this could be, especially if Slade took things further.

"I think I'll get what I want from you anyway."

"You'll be missing out," he tried again.

"So will you, if I remove the rope," the man told him in that low, rumbling tone of voice that carried so many promises of so many dirty, forbidden, lust filled things. Robin had woken up with soiled sheets and the memory of that voice in his ears more than once.

"Well so far it mostly seems that you want to talk," the teen challenged bravely.

"Is that so?"

Robin barely noticed the hand going up under his tunic, because the other one was on his crotch, squeezing and massaging it gently. When his nipple was suddenly squeezed, though, he did notice. The teen gasped and instinctively tried to get away, but the snare was waiting for him and tightened hard.

"Ah-!"

"Tsk-tsk-tsk… you're having too much fun too soon," Slade said and loosened it just enough so Robin could breathe again.

"Since when did you start molesting teenagers?" the teen growled as he tried to get away from the man's hands while not moving too much. That, of course, wasn't effective.

"Since you stated begging me," Slade told him smugly.

"In your dreams!"

"No, but in yours... and your dirty little fantasies."

"What?"

"Let's just say that when a young man cries out your name every time he comes, a good Samaritan reaches out... to lend a hand..." Said hand was now stroking Robin through his tighs while the other was still half tormenting half teasing his nipples.

"You bastard! You have cameras in my room!"

"No, but thank you for confirming my suspicions," the man chuckled.

"Wha- I- No, I... what?"

"It was a joke, I do have cameras in your room. Can you blame me for being curious? Wouldn't you have done the same thing if the tables were turned?"

"If I knew where you slept, you'd be arrested by now!"

"So uptight. Let's change that."

"Nope, I like being uptight, thank you," Robin claimed firmly and tried to arch away again, with as little result as before.

"Trust me, you'd love to be a bit more open... letting someone in..."

"Are we talking about what I think we're talking about?"

"Probably not. You're so innocent."

"The hell I am!"

"I bet you haven't even been kissed properly yet."

"Define 'properly'."

"As I thought. Well... let's see what we can do about that, shall we?"

"Yes, remove your mask, and then please give me your full name and contact information. Do that and I'll will kiss you of my own free will!" Robin challenged the villain. "With tongue."

"Let's try it my way first and see how it goes."

The night suddenly got darker as Robin's own cape was folded over the top half of his head and tied at the back like too low bandana.

"Bondage, asphyxiation and blind-folding? Are you trying to tell me that you're kinky?" the teen muttered.

"The bondage wasn't my idea, it was you who let yourself be tied up by a child," the man said and his voice seemed to hint at that Robin had taken some perverted pleasure from that.

"You're a sick, sick mmmfff-"

Slade had moved so quietly that the kiss was unexpected. Robin jumped back so he almost choked again and had to be rescued by a sighing Slade.

"Why don't you just try to play along, Robin?"

"Not with you, no."

"Show some effort and I won't leave you hanging out here all night."

Robin would normally have laughed at such an offer, but he felt something at the moment that stopped him. It wasn't arousal –not much of it anyway− or some kind of sudden infatuation, no; it was the knot on the cape loosening. The material was designed not to tangle or get stuck easily, after all, and even though Slade had tied it hard, the cloth was doing its job. If Robin could keep Slade from putting his mask on for just a little bit longer…

"Really?" he therefore said, tilting his head up slightly. "Fine, then… just one kiss though!"

Their lips just brushed together at first. Robin knew the man was teasing him; Slade was in control after all, while Robin didn't even know how close his face was until he felt the touch. The kiss intensified after that, and for a moment the hero actually forgot why he had agreed to it in the first place, especially as the villain's lips moved and landed on the side of his neck instead, just above his collar. The teen gasped then, the sound turning into a moan as he let his head fall back. At that moment the cape slid off.

Robin had the time to think 'yes!' and 'oh shit!', mostly at once, because he had just realized that if Slade didn't want him to see his face, things might get… ugly. Things in front of him sure wasn't ugly, though. More mature than he had expected, perhaps, but if the man had been pretty he would not have fit into Robin's fantasies very well.

"Ah. We have a problem," the man said as he discovered what had happened.

"No we don't!" Robin insisted. "Kiss me again," he half suggested, half ordered. "You almost found the spot."

"'Almost', huh?" the villain obviously took it as a challenge and, as Robin had hoped, he occupied himself with something else than thinking about the fact that a certain hero now knew what he looked like. It almost made the hero forget as well…

"P-please… take off the rope," Robin gasped after a few minutes of sensory overload. "I… I want to touch you." It wasn't even a rouse to get free: he really did want to run his hands all over the man's chest, even sneak one down the bulge in his pants, maybe. Or grip that eerily white hair, bury his fingers in it to see if it was as thick as it looked. He wanted to get him naked. Oh, and he wanted to get free too. Of course. Somewhere down there on the list.

"You're here to be touched, not touch," the man smirked down at him, making the teen frown. Robin was about to snap something at him but was suddenly kissed again, and the sharp retort was lost.

"Now…" Slade drew back a little bit."To make things even…"

Robin saw the man's hand moving towards his mask and tried to duck, despite the noose, while objecting loudly. Of course Slade didn't listen and, after grabbing the back of the teen's hair to keep him still, ripped Robin's mask off his face. "Well, isn't this interesting…?" the man leered down at him.

"I'm… I don't know who you think I am, but I've been mistaken for people before, so," Robin hurriedly said.

"You're Dick Grayson."

"No! We just look alike!"

"Oh. I'll tell Bruce that next time I see him, then."

"You… what?"

"We've had some… business in the past. I'm very well aware of who you are."

"Oh… but why haven't you threatened to-"

"Let's just say that he knows things about me as well. Things I wouldn't want to be made public. We have a… deal. Now, back to more fun things."

Next, the teen's tunic and shirt were yanked up over his head, pinning his arms even more firmly over his head. The noose tightened a fraction for a moment, just enough to give Robin something else to focus on as his tights were yanked down, leaving him in just his underwear. A quick glimpse told him that at least he had worn dark blue boxer briefs today and not something a bit more embarrassing.

"Hey, Slade, you're getting a bit far there. Let's keep our pants on, shall we?"

"But then we can only have half the fun."

"That's okay, I barely want to have a quarter of fun at the moment."

"What would get you in the mood to play, I wonder?"

"A blow job might be nice," Robin, who had suddenly gotten a rather good idea –at least he hoped so− said. "I might trade quite a lot for one of those, but I guess you're just into grabbing and fucking, right?"

"Mostly," the man admitted with a shrug. "But since it's your first time…" he said and sank to one knee in front of the hero.

"Oh, you're proposing? So romantic! Yes! My answer is yes!" the teen said in a sarcastic, sing-song voice.

"Did you want a blow job or not?"

"Yeah, but take my tights off all the way first, I feel like I'm going to trip any second."

"When did this turn into a situation where you feel comfortable ordering me around?" Slade snorted, but there was a hint of humor in his voice.

"I've always felt comfortable with that, I'm just glad you've started listening," Robin smirked down on him.

As soon as the restrictive clothes, along with his boots, were removed, however, Robin used Slade as a step ladder. One foot landed on the man's bent knee, the other on his shoulder, and with a jump which took all his leg strength, he reached the branch and heaved himself up on it.

The very first thing he did was to use his hands to pull the noose off his neck. As his tunic was still in the way, he had to bend his arms back over his head to reach the rope, but it worked. He took a deep breath as he got free and then quickly made sure that all the rope, and his own legs, were out of Slade's immediate reach.

"The squirrels are getting bigger each year… they are half naked too." If Slade was pissed off at the teen's move, he didn't show it. He also made no move to catch him, apart from standing up. If anything, he looked amused.

"I used to run around Gotham with less on," Robin claimed, struggling to get his top on again. After nearly falling from the tree he managed to pull it back over his head, and then quickly set about attempting to loosen the knots tying his hands together with his teeth. While doing so, he silently cursed himself for teaching the kid these skills.

It only took a moment of carelessness for the rope Robin had so carefully rolled up and placed in front of him on the branch, to slip. Before a curse had even made it past the teen's lips as he dove for it, it was too late. Slade had suddenly moved, and he had moved fast. The other end of the skipping rope was now in his hands, and the smirk on his face told Robin what the man was going to do next, even before he did it.

"Don't you dar-" the hero began, but his shout was cut short as he was yanked out of the tree.

He managed to land in a clumsy tuck-and-roll, so at least he didn't break any bones. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, tugging hard on the rope. It didn't matter, though: no matter how much muscle he put behind the tugs Slade was unaffected. In fact, he slowly started to pull Robin in.

The teen's naked heels made grooves in the grass, but the man was just holding on with one hand, like there was a struggling Chihuahua on the other end. If he yanked at the rope Robin knew he would go flying straight into the man's arms… so he decided to do just that on his own.

The hero's feet slammed into the man's chest and he then jumped away out of reach, hoping to topple the villain over. Slade didn't seem to have really noticed the attack. Robin missed his heavy boots, and glanced in their direction where they were lying on the ground. Too far away, and there was no way the man would let him-

"Wha-!" Slade had yanked on the cord and Robin, as he had predicted, went flying straight into the man's chest. He hadn't predicted what would happen once he was there, though, and was more than a little surprised to find himself being kissed. Once he realized what was happening, however, he pushed away and –for some reason– Slade gave him the slack to do so; almost all of the skipping rope, in fact.

The teen glared at his captor from a few meters away.

"That was a dirty trick!"

The man snorted. "I know dirtier. What you did, for example; using me as a ladder."

"That wasn't dirty," Robin grinned. "That was brilliant-WHOA!"

Another pull, another kiss, and then they separated again.

"I should have seen that coming, shouldn't I?" Robin muttered as he yanked his tied wrists, just checking if Slade still had a good grip. He had.

"You should. But you live, you learn. Meaning you should be expecting this."

Slade did it again, suddenly pulling him so close that trying to kick was useless, especially with naked feet meeting metal armor. He could easily break a toe that way, the teen realized, as he more or less had to accept the fact that his neck was being very nicely stimulated by the man's lips. That didn't stop the teen from at least trying to get a knee up in the villain's junk, though, but he didn't quite manage. At least he was free again, as free as he could be at the end of the rope.

"This is getting old, Slade." Robin didn't like how out of breath he was. His heart was racing too, even though he hadn't done anything exhausting. "What do you want, anyway?"

"You."

"Can't have me." The quick, simple answer had made the teen's heart do an almost painful double beat, but he tried not to show it.

"I can. Any time I want." The man demonstrated this by pulling him close for yet another kiss.

"Just because of this rope!" Robin hissed as they separated again. He should bite, next time, he decided. It was just that it happened so quickly, and he was a tiny bit afraid that Slade would bite back.

"No. The rope just happens to be literal at the moment, but it's been there a long time. I would pull-" the man did, catching the boy as he stumbled, holding him close to his chest with one arm, "-and you'd come to me."

"I refused you, remember?" Robin said and pushed away.

"Yes, when I foolishly tried to leash your friends. I won't make that mistake again, trust me."

"Just me then?" the hero growled sarcastically."Hurrah."

"Just you."

Another tug, another kiss, but this time the man's hand went lower, cupping the teen's ass, pulling them even closer together.

"Now…" Slade breathed in the hero's ear a moment later. "Let's play."

"No!" Once more the Titan pulled away, but the leash was much shorter this time. Slade didn't let him get far, just barely out of arm's reach.

"Come now… we have the whole park to ourselves… there's hours before the earliest joggers come here… let's go for a little walk, pet."

Robin had no choice but to follow the man deeper into the wooden area where not even the earliest jogger would see them. The ground changed from lawn to dirt and shrubs, and suddenly pain shot up Robin's leg. He cried out, stumbled, and was caught by the villain before he hit the ground.

"What happened?"

"I think I –fuck! – stepped on something… Shit, I hope it wasn't a snake," Robin groaned, the pain still quite severe.

"Let's see." Slade carried him in his arms just a little further until they came to a small opening the man must have known was there. There was tall grass on the ground here, and the man sat him down against a tree, before reaching into his belt to withdraw a small flashlight. He kneeled in front of the teen and then grabbed the ankle of the injured foot and examined it.

"Good and bad news." Robin was told. "It's just a thorn, but it's big and quite deep. It will hurt to pull it out, and once I do, it will bleed a bit I bet. Have you had a tetanus shot?"

"Of course! Just yank it out!"

"No need to hurry, let's do this right."

Robin watched in wonder, his mouth hanging slightly open, as the man pulled out first aid supplies like disinfectant, blood stoppers and bandage from his belt and set everything up like a miniature surgery.

"Try to keep still now," Slade said a moment later and then put the end of the flashlight in his mouth so he had his hands free. He took a new, firmer, hold of Robin's foot and raised it to eyelevel. "Don't kick me in the face." His words was slightly garbled because of the flashlight between his teeth, and he was also glaring at the hero like he fully expected the teen to do just that.

Robin couldn't help it; he burst out laughing. It ended in a painful yelp, though, and then he could feel blood trickling down the sole of his foot. Slade let it bleed while he prepared the disinfectant and then the teen hissed as the wound burned with the nasty stuff. A few minutes later he had been cleaned up and had a thick band-aid over his little injury.

The two then just watched each other for a moment, both apparently unsure what to do next.

"Okay, this is stupid. You're not going to right-out rape me, so just untie me already," Robin said and held his hands out.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you would have already done it. Not 'played' with me. And you wouldn't have helped me with my foot either. You just wanted to scare me a bit because you're an asshole."

"And that might not be something you'd want to call someone while asking for help," the man snorted.

"Isn't it true?"

Slade gave him a long, and then the corners of his mouth twisted upwards.

"Somewhat," he nodded and took Robin's offered wrists, examining the rope. "This is quite a knot."

"I know, I taught it to him myself."

"Maybe I should go find this boy and ask if he wants a profitable career in kidnapping?"

"I'm sure he'll work out fine if his mom lets him stay out late," the hero chuckled. "I wouldn't bet on that, though."

"That's why you should always go after orphans."

"Hey!"

"Oh, it can hardly be 'too soon' can it?"

"When it's your parents it will always be 'too soon'," Robin said darkly.

"Then I apologize."

"What, really?"

"I'm not that much of an asshole." Slade looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well… not in that area, anyway. Granted, I would have killed your parents myself if I had gotten paid to do it."

"Yes, of course! We can't have it any other way, can we?" the teen said flippantly and rolled his eyes. "What will you charge to go get my pants and boots for me?"

"Not a single cent."

"Let me guess, you'll charge in kind?"

"Exactly."

Robin huffed. Slade then finally managed to get him free and the teen rubbed his wrists. "Rope burn from the plastic. Great. That will be fun to explain to the guys."

"You can stay with me until it has healed."

"Yeah, right."

"I thought I should offer."

"So kind of you."

"I know."

"How is my neck?" the teen asked next, touching the skin there, wondering if there were marks.

"Exquisite."

Robin snorted again, but then laughed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"We're not doing anything yet."

"Talking, I mean!"

"Yes, it's astonishing what evolution can do," the man deadpanned.

"Ha, ha." Robin gave the man a calculating look which then turned more curious. "Slade?"

"Yes?"

"Would you let me kiss you?"

"What kind of a stupid question is that? We've already kissed?"

"Yes, but that was you kissing me. Would you just sit back and let me kiss you? Not moving, not trying to take control?"

"I think I could manage that. At least once."

"Very well. Go get my stuff and that's how I'll pay you."

"I think I want a bit more than kisses."

"I think I can walk home barefoot."

"Have fun doing that. Also have fun getting to the Tower without your belt to open the underwater tunnel."

"Damn. But hey, my belt is on a dog somewhere! I won't get home either way."

"I happen to know an override code."

"There is no over ride c- damn, I have to talk to Cy about our security system."

The man leered and was suddenly moving, crawling the few steps up to where Robin was still sitting against the tree. "Sooo…?" he said, their lips almost touching.

"I would do the kissing, remember?"

"I grew tired of waiting."

Afterwards Robin didn't' quite know how it happened, but he ended up flat on his back, leg's wrapped around Slade's hips, getting kissed silly. The man then upped the stakes when he sneaked a hand between their bodies, unzipped himself, and pulled the front of Robin's underwear down as well.

"Oh, fuck!" the teen moaned as he felt their hot skin touch.

"Not quite, but this can be fun too," Slade chuckled.

"Mm-hhhmm… feels like… a lot… of fun!" the teen gasped as they started to move in unison, rubbing against each other. It didn't take more than a few, sweaty, minutes for Robin to come, and he came a lot. At least that was what he thought, until he realized that Slade had come at the same time so all the sticky mess on his stomach and chest wasn't his.

"Okay," Robin panted, staring up into the night sky. "I think I just got a few more things to explain."

"Does that mean you won't come out to play with me again?"

"One condition," the teen grinned. "Next time, you'll be the one who's tied up."

The End.

There. I know it was a bit "meh", I got somewhat distracted and couldn't get it back on track, but... yeah... sorry... not my best work, but maybe it was enough for a giggle or something...