A/N: Mini-drabble. This might be in bad taste. Or it might not. It's really up to how politically correct you are…. ;)
After the Fact
Robin lay on the bed, naked, shivering. The pain of what had just happened seemed to haunt him, creating aftershocks which spread through his body. He curled up, finding it hard to breathe.
"H-hurts," he gasped, tears stinging his eyes.
"I would imagine so." Slade's voice came from the shadows of the room. He sounded smug, amused even. There was a rustle of clothes. The man was dressing.
"Fe-feels like… like you ripped me apart." The teen's voice was almost too weak to hold the accusing tone it was striving for.
"You'll live. Thousands of women go through this every month, are you really weaker than them?"
"Shut… up…"
"Aw, poor little hero," Slade taunted him. "Go wash the filth off you."
"Can't… move. Why? Why did you do this, Slade?"
"You forget, Robin; you begged me."
"You could have stopped!"
"No. You wanted it, though I tried to discourage you. I went through with it to teach you a lesson. So… what have we learned?"
"That…" Robin drew a deep breath, trying to disguise a sob, "…that personal grooming shouldn't include waxing."
The End
A/N: I was gonna write a full April's fool's story, but my mom is having major surgery today (NOT an April's fools joke), so those planes kinda went on the back burner. The other night I came up with this, though, so… yeah…
Also, my laptop is broken, and until I get it back from the shop I'm stuck with my terribly slow old desktop, so not much writing is being done…
Oh, and this is drabble 200! Wow.