A/N: I am posting two stories today! One from the Kitty Litter universe and one from the Black Sheep universe. I'm trying to make a wide range of people happy here… ;)

This story is for Aikino who came up with a prompt which both I and many others liked so here it is! ;)

Black Sheep – On Ice

Slade was late. Two days late. It happened sometimes, but Robin had a gut feeling which just refused to go away.

"Rob!" Cy's voice reached him as he was deep in thought and he looked up from his computer at the tower.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you just go after him? You keep zoning out," Raven told him a bit sternly.

"You are not watching the footage of surveillance," Starfire explained and Robin could only admit that it was true.

"I don't know where he is," he muttered. "When it comes to Slade's business… I try not to find out too much."

"But he is surely not the bad man any more?" Star sounded worried.

Robin snorted and shrugged. "Maybe not as he used to be, but he… has his methods."

"There has to be some clue, though, right?" Cyborg said.

"Yeah, didn't he say anything?" Beast Boy piped up. The former mercenary had quite a fan in the young green man, even though Beast Boy tried to hide it.

"All I know is that it was a government job in San Francisco."

"Oh, so it's close at least," BB said optimistically.

"Yes. Which makes him being late even more suspicious," Robin pointed out. "It was supposed to be an easy job; at least I got that impression."

"Maybe he left some clues behind? I can try to hack his part of your mainframe and-" Cy suggested, but Robin interrupted him.

"No. Not unless I was sure something was wrong. Those files are private."

"Then how will you find him?" Raven asked.

Robin thought about it for a moment and then grin.

"I'm going to call his daughter."

"Wayne residence, Rose speaking."

"Hi, it's Robin. You're answering phones now? Where's Al?"

"He babysat all day yesterday, so I sent the poor old man up for a nap," Rose told him. "No, Addie! Not in your mouth! He's getting older, but he refuses to admit it," she added, once more talking to Robin.

The teen made a face. He didn't like to think about Alfred getting old either. "I'm sure he let you know if the little monster is getting too much," he chuckled, hearing the girl babbling on in baby talk in the background.

"Well, you would think so…" the woman sighed. "So, what was on your mind? Hate to rush you, but someone has done something nasty in their diapers. Naming no names."

"Hopefully not Al," Robin snickered. "No, sorry, it's about your dad. He's missing."

"What else is new?" the woman muttered. She had experienced her fair share of the Slade disappearing act.

"I know, but this time… I got a bad feeling. You don't happen to know where he is, right?"

"Not a clue, but I don't think you thought I did."

"Not really, no," Robin admitted. "Unless he called recently?"

"Been a week. He said he was heading out on a job?"

"Yeah, that's the one he hasn't returned from. Is Bruce there?"

"No, he had to go into town for a meeting… but what do you need?"

"Slade said he was on a government mission. Bruce has better contacts than me there; can you get me into the Batcave's mainframe? I'm in a hurry and I'd rather not hack it."

"You think you can?"

"Yup, but the old man gets so cranky." Robin grinned to himslef as he said it, and he heard Rose snicker on the other end of the line.

"He's moody sometimes, isn't he?" she said. "Fine, I'll take the heat for you this time, but I really have to change Addie. I'll send you an access key in a bit, alright?"

"You're a star. I owe you one!"

"If you were here right now, I know exactly what you would be doing," the woman told him, and suddenly Robin didn't mind being on the other side of the continent from his family. They said goodbye and he just had time to zone out in worry again before the message came through.

"Batman really lets her have free access to the Batcave?" Cy asked.

"You think Rose would have it any other way?" Robin grinned and opened it.

After some rummaging around, he found the very secret phone number he was looking for. He took a deep breath and dialed. The call was answered at once.

"Batman?"

"No, this is-"

"How did you get this numb-"

"This is Robin of the Teen Titans calling about an emergency," the young man cut in quickly, trying not to feel too guilty about it.

"This number is reserved for-"

"You do understand the word 'emergency', don't you?" Robin cut the man off again. He couldn't help it. The guy had that kind of uncooperative voice which put your teeth on edge.

"What kind of emergency?"

"I need to find the location of Deathstroke the Terminator. He was on a job for you guys, and I need you to tell me some details."

"That is classified information."

"Of course it is, or I could have googled it," Robin snorted. "Actually, I might still try that. With your security, who knows?"

"We cannot hand out that type of inform-"

"Listen. Put my name into that computer of yours and cross reference Slade Wilson. Unless homeland security completely sucks nowadays you guys should have connected the dots between us by now. I think you'll find that I have a right to know."

The line went quiet for a moment and Robin was afraid it had been disconnected, but then the voice was back. "He's… your domestic partner?"

Robin rolled his eyes and wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It was accurate but it sounded so… wrong, somehow.

"Yes. He's late from a mission you sent him on and I need to find out where he is, or if the mission has been prolonged."

"I can't give you that information."

"Can you at least say if it's been prolonged?" Robin tried. "Has he checked in?"

"He hasn't. It's flagged red for possible agent down," the man on the other side of the line admitted.

"And have you sent a rescue crew?!"

"For Deathstroke?"

The incredulousness of the man's voice made Robin frustrated and a bit proud at the same time.

"You have to tell me where he is."

"No."

"Look, I hate to be that guy, but your name is Bill Johansen and your facebook wall might soon contain information about you liking some porn clips. Some bad, bad porn clips," Robin said, having multitasked well while talking to the man. He had tracked the phone number, found the terminal it was answered at and the information of the person currently logged into it. "On top of that you might very well lose one of your top employees. Give me everything you have on the case now, and I'll go in to do some damage control. For free."

Five minutes later Robin was busy reading the case file.

Half an hour after that he was ready to leave, wearing civilian clothes and sunglasses. The glasses were actually not sunglasses at all; they didn't darken his vision they just looked dark from the outside to hide his identity. He had recently started wearing them when he wanted to go somewhere incognito. You never knew where you would end up and stepping into a poorly lit area with sunglasses on isn't the best idea in the world. He could have worn his Robin gear, sure, but he didn't want to. Robin belonged to Jump and Gotham and he didn't want 'him' to get involved in whatever Slade was doing, which was 'taking care' of a drug lord who had recently moved into weapons and was now considered a national threat.

"Do you have the information with you?" Cyborg asked.

"Yup. In here," Robin smiled and tapped the side of his head with a finger.

"Alright, smarty pants, I'm sending it to your phone too, just in case," his older teammate replied.

"Are you sure that we cannot be of assistance?" Starfire asked worriedly.

"I'm sure, Star. In trouble or not, Slade will be annoyed enough that I went after him."

"Call us if you need us, I might be able to open a portal there," Raven said. "Flying straight there won't take long either."

"Thank you. Right now I need you to look out for Jump, though, as usual."

"We'll do Jump, you'll do grump. Got it," Beast Boy grinned.

"As usual," Cyborg echoed, chuckling.

Only then did Beast Boy seem to realize what he had said, and his cheeks colored.

Robin just smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. Something he had learned from Slade, in fact.

"Thanks guys, I have to get going, I'm taking my- I mean Slade's, bike."

"Why not yours?"

"If we use it to go back I'd rather ride behind him on that bike than mine."

"He doesn't let you drive, does he?" Cy grinned.

"Ha-ha," Robin dead-panned. "I have driven him, but he's heavier than me, the balance feels off. If I don't check in for 24 hours I'd probably appreciate some help. Now I really gotta run." He waved to his team as he stepped into the elevator. Even before the doors closed his mind had shifted completely towards Slade and the mission ahead.

The drive felt like it lasted forever, and Robin didn't waste any time looking up the given addresses once he got there. It was mostly personal apartments, all dumps, all abandoned. Almost. At one place he had found guy rummaging through wherever was left. He was now pinned to the wall with throwing knives through his clothes. He was quite willing to talk.

"Where's the Boss?" Robin asked. The drug lord actually called himself 'the Boss' which might get confusing at times.

"You're… You're too late! He's dead!"

"Oh really? Who should I thank?" Secretly Robin loved talking like this. In his hero life he had to be at least somewhat decent even to villains, but now? Not so much. It was fun! It would be even better if he knew that Slade was safe, though, of course.

"D-deathstroke!"

"Ah. And where is he, then?"

Suddenly the man got quiet and Robin didn't like that one bit. He stepped closer. He understood that the man was afraid to get in even more trouble, so he decided to play another angle.

"Listen, buddy. This is my new turf. I'm in the business, and I don't like sellouts like Deathstroke to feel like he can come in here and do favors for the man, kay? Work with me a little and we'll be friends. Trust me; you want me to be your friend. Did he leave the city?"

"He won't be a problem no more, okay?" the man said urgently.

"Oh, come on," Robin said with a smirk as his stomach knotted up. "Don't tell me you people did in the Terminator?"

"Well, we've… we've got him!"

"Wow, really?" Robin put as much admiration in his voice as he could muster, and the thug took the bait thinking the tides had turned.

"Down in the meat warehouse where he popped the Boss. One of the girls had a crush on him and when Deathstroke was busy getting through us she dropped a crate on his head. Killed two of our guys, but hey…"

"You sure he's dead?" Robin asked, still maintaining his cool even though it hurt.

"Oh no, he's not dead. At least we don't think so… new boss made sure he's no trouble, though. He shows him off to the competition. People are impressed."

"Thank you," Robin told him, actually meaning it, in a way, and then knocked the man out. He didn't need anyone calling ahead.

Finding the place was easy as it had been mentioned in the report. The warehouse was used to cut up and package meat as well as storing it. It reeked of blood and Robin knew that it was suspected that the Boss's enemies where taken here to get executed. After all, what were a few extra bloodstains? The daily business seemed to be a legit one so Robin had to wait for a few horrible hours on the roof until the working day ended. The ones remaining, he assumed, were the less moral 'night shift'.

In the end around twenty people were left. Some loitering around, some standing guard. Robin really didn't want to take them all on, but he had run out of patience. He took out the outside guards first. That was easy enough. He then snuck in and, from the shadows, tried to get a better feel for the place.

"Hey, wanna go check on him?" someone asked and another voice agreed, almost eagerly.

Robin followed, soundlessly, and his breath hitched as the men came to a stop… outside one of the giant freezers. There was a small square window set into the door and the men were busy looking through it, almost pushing each other to see.

"I think I can see his breath now and then," one of them said. "I sure would feel better if he was dead."

"I wouldn't," Robin said behind them and knocked their heads together. Maybe a bit harder than he had really needed to.

The sight of Slade made his heart stop. The man was naked apart from his boxer briefs. His hands were cuffed and were fastened to a meat hook in the ceiling, leaving him hanging. His skin was covered in frost, even more so around his mouth and neck as the small puffs of air which now and then escaped his lips froze almost instantly. Robin glanced at the temperature gauge. It was on the coldest setting, colder than would have been good for storing meat. It seemed to be good for storing a Slade, though. Too good.

Opening the freezer was simple enough; he just needed to turn the handle. The cold hit him like a solid wall and when he found the lever which lowered the hook he couldn't touch it with his bare hands. He drew his hands into his jacket sleeves and gently lowered the man that way. Then he realized that he couldn't carry him out.

"You damn, big log," Robin grunted. Slade was, or seemed, unconscious and was no help at all. The sack barrow he found around the corner was a much better. It was usually used to move smaller boxes and such around by hand but now Robin lowered Slade onto it and strapped him in standing before he released the man's cuffs from the hook. Robin was now shaking, his teeth clattering from the cold and he quickly wheeled Slade out and, as he knew there was no way he could go back the way he came, deeper into the building. He almost ran into two guards but managed to roll Slade into a dark corridor just in time. The place smelled faintly familiar, even with the blood and such still in the air. It smelled like sweat and old socks. Robin glanced at the door close by, which was standing open. He grinned. Locker room! In locker rooms, especially at these kinds of places, there were bound to be showers. Slade needed a hot shower rather badly right now.

He was in luck, and soon steam was rising in the room as Robin quickly picked the lock for the handcuffs. Slade still hadn't moved or talked, but he was breathing. Robin held onto that. Now… where was his gear? And was it worth going after it? The young man decided that yes, it was. Mostly because he couldn't drag a half naked man through the streets, so if he couldn't find the man's equipment at least he could take down one of the bigger guys out there and take his clothes. And speaking of Slade's equipment….. the water had now soaked through the man's underwear and Robin just couldn't hold a chuckle in.

"Heh… really cold in there, wasn't it?" he mumbled. "Sorry, but I gotta go for a bit. Stay out of trouble," he whispered and was out the door again. He had carefully closed both the door to the shower room and the hallway one, hoping the rush of the water couldn't be heard that way. It didn't seem like it could, so breathing a sigh of relief Robin pushed on.

If anyone had the gear it would be the new boss. Slade's things, especially his mask, would make an amazing trophy. Turned out he was right on target and he found the things in the biggest office above a set of metal stairs which zigzagged up to the third floor. It wasn't empty, though. Robin took out two guards outside with little trouble, but they did make sounds when they dropped to the ground and the boss was green and nervous enough to be very suspicious. He was ready with his gun when Robin entered, but the boy's youth and small stature threw the man off for a second. That, of course, was all it took. One of Robin's knives flew and knocked the gun out of the man's hand, slicing into the skin as well. Next the man crumpled to the ground from a kick.

Finding everything was easy; the mask was on the man's desk and the rest bundled up in the corner, including the weapons. Robin hoped for a quick and quiet exit, but no.

"Boss! Boss! Deathstroke's gone!" Someone yelled from below, just as Robin was on his way down the stairs. It was dark up here, but not dark enough to hide. He wouldn't have time to run back and there seemed to be quite a few men coming. Robin suddenly had an idea. It was stupid and probably wouldn't work, but he'd try it anyway. Slade could yell at him later. He slipped the mask on, looked over the railing down on the approaching men, grabbed one of Slade's guns and fired it right in front of them. They stopped, looked up… and froze.

"Boss!" one of them yelled, as if to warn the man.

"He can't hear you," Robin said, trying to make his voice as deep and growly as possible. The mask was too big for him and he could barely see out of the single eye slit, but he only needed to be the puppet now. He hoped. "Care to join him?"

It took a moment for the men to make up their minds, but then one of the guys at the back muttered "Screw that!" and turned on his heel, The rest followed.

The word must have spread because the building was abandoned by the time Robin carefully made it down to the bottom floor. He took the mask off and legged it towards the locker room. When he entered the showers Slade was gone.

"Fuck!" he hissed. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something coming towards him. A fist. He ducked out of the way, which was only possible because the attacker moved very sluggishly.

"Slade! Stop! It's me!" he yelled.

"…Robin?" came a hoarse voice.

"Glad you recognize me. How are you feeling?"

"Like my eye is defrosting in my skull," the man muttered.

"Ow. Can't be nice."

"It was worse to feel it freezing."

Robin shuddered. "Get back in the shower. The place is empty. For now. I'd like to move soon, though, please."

"I'll be good to go in a moment. Find me some towels."

"And where do you suggest I do that?" Robin snorted, thinking the man demanded just a bit too much.

"This is a locker room. Those have lockers. Lockers belonging to people. Some of those people are forgetful or keep spare things for emergencies."

"Yes, yes, I'm already on my way," the hero growled, not liking it when Slade used his 'you are four years old so I'm going to explain this to you very slowly'-voice.

The lockers were, not surprisingly, locked, and it took a while for him to pick some lucky ones, but in the end he found two usable towels.

"Here. These are the least stinky ones," he told the man, who stepped out of the spray and started drying himself immediately. Robin happily noticed that certain equipment now was back to normal size.

Forty minutes later they were sitting on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sunrise. It was Slade who had wanted to stop. His movements were still a bit slow and he even still shivered some.

"How about I'll get you to a hotel room and warm you up properly?" Robin grinned at him. He had just called the Titans to let them know everything was alright, and all he wanted now was for Slade to be back to his old self again.

"I could use a day or so of down time," the man told him. He had taken his mask off and seemed to be enjoying the sun on his face. "I don't even know what day it is."

"Sunday," Robin let him know.

"Ah. I was late. That's why you came to find me."

"Of course. Couldn't let you slip away."

The man snorted and then nodded like he agreed. He then reached for one of his pockets and withdrew an energy bar, full of nuts and grain, covered in dark chocolate. Robin expected him to eat it and was surprised when Slade handed it to him instead.

"What? Why-?" he started.

"I know how bitchy you get if you don't get chocolate on Valentine's Day," the man explained.

Robin stuttered for a moment, today's date of course being the furthest from his mind, and then exclaimed; "Bitchy?!"

The man glanced at him and smirked. "Just eat your chocolate, Princess."

The End

A/N: Slade, there are two words you might want to learn: "thank you". Not too hard to say, is it? Huh? Yes, yes, the energy bar was nice, but… Slade? Slade! DON'T WALK AWAY WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU! Bastard.

Happy Valentines!