A/N: this is just a little silly thing… I have like zero dark plot bunnies at the moment, so you have to make do… ;)

If you don't do as I say…

Robin woke up surrounded by pleasantly warm softness, smelling pleasantly clean. Though not even having opened his eyes yet, he smiled and stretched. Then there was a pinch of pain across his back and chest… and arm… and leg… He opened his eyes then, annoyed, and found himself in an unfamiliar room. Yesterday's events – was it yesterdays? Must be, it had happened in the evening and sunshine was streaming in from the window now− came rushing back to him. Where was he? This was a private bedroom, though rather empty, not a hospital… He pushed the comforter, which had kept him so warm and snuggly that he almost regretted the move, off himself, and sat up gingerly. His chest was bare and bandaged, there was a long adhesive band aid along his left arm and the left leg of his tights had been cut off, apparently to get to wounds on his thigh as well. Moving was quite painful but he gritted his teeth and stood up. Looking back onto the bed he discovered stains of blood on the sheets from his back. Not big ones, but he had clearly bled through the bandages.

He quickly scanned the room for any of his belongings, his belt for one, but they were nowhere to be seen. His fingers flew to his face and yes, his mask was gone as well. Damn it. How much danger he was in rather depended on where he was, though, so no need to panic quite yet. A look out a window told him that he was still in Jump, not that far from where he and his team had been last night.

He walked up to the door expecting it to be locked, but no… it swung open silently. It opened directly into the rest of the apartment, a joint living room and kitchen. Robin's attention was first drawn to the TV room where a wall mounted TV was on, the volume very low, showing a local commercial. Then he noticed that someone was in the kitchen, stirring a pot.

"Good morning Robin, how are you feeling?"

The teen didn't recognize the angular, handsome face, but he sure as hell recognized the voice.

"Slade!"

"You're feeling Slade? That's strange," the man, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, lifted his eyes – or eye, the other was covered by a black eye patch, towards him for a moment and grinned, before looking down into the pot again, stirring carefully. "I'm making breakfast. You hungry?"

"I'm getting out of here!" The teen moved towards the closest window.

"That one's locked. The door isn't though," the man nodded towards the front door. "Your things are in the plastic bag over there. You wouldn't want to borrow some pants or something?"

Maybe he should have just rushed out and he did in fact check that the door really was open, but then there were just too many questions that he needed to have answered. It also hurt to bend down and pick up the plastic bag.

"Ok, Slade, what's going on here?" he asked.

The man, sporting white hair and a short, well kept white beard, calmly poured what looked like porridge from the pot into two bowls and set them down on a small kitchen table that was already full of breakfast foods. Robin's stomach growled. He always had a big breakfast, the most important meal of the day and all.

"Sit. Eat. I'll tell you in the meanwhile."

"I must be an idiot," the teen sighed and edged closer. Slade had put the plates on either end of the table, Robin was still out of his immediate reach and if he tried anything…

"Well, yes, after the way you acted last night…" Slade shrugged.

"Excuse me?" the teen snorted.

"Your team taking on those would-be-velociraptors was one thing, but you almost died because you didn't let them know that you were injured."

"I didn't realize it at first!" Robin defended himself. "And then they were all busy helping people, there were so many of them! Damn Mumbo…"

"Mumbo and Control Freak," Slade told him.

"Really?"

"Control Freak pulled the raptors from Jurassic Park and Mumbo multiplied them."

"They weren't that big, though…" Robin pointed out.

"No, they needed to haul them down town somehow and figured smaller but more of them would make more damage," Slade said.

"And you know this because…?" the teen asked suspiciously.

"I had to put them in their place and asked some questions while I was at it."

"You…. did what?" the hero gaped.

Slade only nodded towards the TV and Robin turned his head. The volume was still very low, but the news was on and text rolled under a frantically talking reporter. Raptor attack in city center. Teen Titans to the rescue. No one seriously hurt. Culprits delivered to police station by unknown means, had confessed. Titan's leader missing in action.

"Missing in action?" Robin asked.

"They didn't notice that you were bleeding out, I didn't feel they had the right to know," Slade muttered almost sullenly.

"And you actually captured…?"

"After stabilizing you, yes."

"Why?"

"Because I accept that people try to make a living in my city as long as they don't do it too well. No one hurts my little bird." The man looked serious and Robin's heart thumped hard in his chest, his cheeks coloring. Then the man smirked a little, "and they ruined a job I had lined up."

Robin exhaled and relaxed. "Of course," he smirked, having an easier time with that explanation. He decided not to ask why the man had bothered helping him, he wasn't sure he'd like the answer. Slade must have an ulterior motive or think that he'd get away with things if Robin owed him, the teen surmised. "I guess you disabled the tracker in my belt?"

"And muted the com-signal, it was driving me crazy," the man said. "You're not hungry?"

Robin was, and decided to dig in. For a few minutes they were eating in silence.

"So how bad is it?" the hero then asked gesturing at his bandages.

"I lost count at the amount of stitches I had to give you, but nothing is too deep. One on your back was frighteningly close to injuring your spine, though."

"I think I remember that one, came out of nowhere."

"They were quite clever animals."

"What happened to them?"

"Some were probably caught. I took care of the ones surrounding you."

"Took care of…?"

"Killed."

"They were just acting on instinct!" Robin defended the raptors, getting a rather disgusted look from the man across the table.

"They weren't even real. They were animatronics and animations in a movie, pulled over to our reality and made into flesh. It's not like I made the dinosaurs go extinct again."

"Again? You're that old?" Robin said flippantly and then almost bit his tongue, eyes going wide. What the hell had he just said to Slade?!

The man's look was level this time and then he gave an amused snort. "Not quite."

The teen slowly started breathing again. "Um… sorry," he muttered, just to be on the safe side.

"Sure you are. You are to take it slow for at least ten days, no missions."

"Sure I am," Robin smirked.

"I'm not joking. The blood loss alone means you need to take it easy and you don't want to pull the stitches."

"Sure, ok," Robin nodded just to get the man off his back. Slade wasn't the boss of him. He drained his glass of juice. "So I can go now?"

"Of course. I put a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on a chair in the bedroom, unless you want to make a scene going back."

"Thanks. I'll get them back to you," Robin offered awkwardly.

"No hurry. Remember that you need to rest."

"Yeah…" Robin looked around, almost squirming on his chair.

Slade snorted. "Get out of here. Your friends must be worried sick now they noticed that you're gone. Oh, and I hope you'll keep this place between us? You owe me that."

Robin hesitated. He didn't doubt for a moment that the man had saved his life. He had been blacking out and had several raptors surrounding him. He nodded shortly. "Alright. I won't let you get away with any crimes though," he added.

"Crimes? Me?" Slade said innocently, making the teen laugh. Slade nodded. "Fine, that's fair… wouldn't expect anything else from a hero. You can tell your friends what happened if you want to… or not. Up to you."

Robin nodded, not sure what he'd do. It would sort itself out, he imagined…

When he got home, and had recovered from the hugs, he decided to tell his friends everything, apart from the location of the apartment. The team didn't really like Robin keeping that from them but they all agreed that it was the right thing to do, all things considered. They spent the night trying to figure out the man's motives and wondering out loud what this meant for their relationship to the villain.

It was right before lunch the next day that the Titan's alarm went off. It turned out to be Kitten, her boyfriend and her father having some sort of domestic dispute in a large mall. Shards of glass were covering the place and even more came flying in all directions.

"Titans GO!" Robin ordered and his team leaped forwards. Their leader had every intention of following them, but then a strong arm wrapped around his middle and a large hand covered his mouth.

His team, who had objected to him joining in but been ignored by the Boy Wonder, didn't notice a thing as their leader was being dragged back around a corner.

"Stop fighting me, you'll tear your stitches," Slade ordered him and the teen grudgingly became still. His wounds did hurt.

The hand disappeared and Robin fought an urge to snap his teeth after it.

"Let me go!" he growled.

"Of course. As soon as your team has finished up."

"NOW!"

"No. At least ten days, Robin. I told you that."

"You can't stop me!"

"Then what am I doing right now?"

"Temporary set back."

"Then you won't let me check your stitches either?" the man asked smoothly.

"No!"

"Alright then," Slade said and, after shifting his grip to the back of the young hero's neck, managed to pull Robin's tunic up. The teen was snarling and swearing from inside his clothes while the man calmly looked the worst wound over. "Close to open up this one. You need to be more careful or it will scar badly."

"I don't fucking care!"

"A scar like that might hinder your movements if it gets tight enough," the man told him seriously and pulled the top down.

That made the teen pause a bit. "Right. Okay," he said.

"Okay as in no more mission for ten days?" Slade asked.

"Okay as in I'll take it easy… unless there's an emergency," Robin admitted.

The villain snorted. "Not good enough. But go join your little friends now, sounds like they are done."

Robin was in a foul mood when he reunited with the team but he was once again honest and told them the truth about what had happened. Surprisingly enough they seemed to be on Slade's side.

"Told you that you shouldn't come back out here already," Cyborg let him know.

"Why does he insist that you rest for so long, can't you let me see your wounds?" Raven asked worriedly. Robin pulled away out of her reach, though.

"They are nothing, just needed a few stitches, I'm fine! It's him who's being… over protective. I'm sure it's just some sort of mind game!" the teen claimed.

The next day the Jump City docks were being attacked by a giant octopus monster. A tentacle had unexpectedly caught Robin in the air and flung him away. Instead of landing on the hard ground, however, he was caught in someone's arms. The teen looked up.

"Oh for the love of-"

"Again, Robin?"

"Just let me go!"

"No."

The hero tried his best to get away for the duration of the fight, including stooping as low as stomping on the man's toes. Slade's boots had steel caps, though, so he got no results from that. Once the monster was defeated, tentacles tied up and Starfire flying it off, Robin was let go and slunk back.

The third day and The H.I.V.E. Five was causing problems. Robin made sure to glance behind him as he rushed into the fray just to make sure Slade wasn't there, and instead ran straight into the man.

"Not again!" he groaned as he was carried off. He watched the fight from other the man's shoulder and gasped. "They need help! Slade, Cy is down! Let me go right NOW!"

"Stay here," the man told him as he cuffed him to a fence. It didn't take long for the teen to undo the cuffs, but by then the hooligans were all on the ground, groaning, and a perplexed set of teen heroes lamely thanked their arch enemy who just raised his hand and walked off.

"Okay, so maybe when we're in trouble from now on you can just pretend to limp a little?" Beast Boy suggested with a grin.

"I think he has the likes for you, Robin!" Starfire exclaimed, weirdly excited.

"He does not! He's just… just…"

"He's your type, though," Raven pointed out with a grin.

"He's a villain!"

"Exactly," the empath grinned wider. "We know who you drool over in movies."

"Do not!" Robin gasped, going pink.

"Besides, how bad can he be when he keeps saving you, man?" Cyborg shrugged. "I owe him my ass now too. Quite literally. I'd be happier if you paid that bill, though,"

"You… I… you… I…. SHUT UP!" The Boy Wonder eloquently ended the discussion.

Fourth day and it was a Doctor Light out for revenge for his students. Robin barely made it out of the car this time. The worst of it was that his team noticed him being caught and just waved to Slade while passing.

"Thank you for taking the care of him!" Starfire even called out on the way.

"My pleasure," Slade said, and Robin hoped he was the only one within earshot. "Why aren't you swearing?" the man then asked. "You don't have a fever, do you?" he added and even removed his glove to feel the teen's forehead.

"I'm just very, very tired of this."

"So am I, I could have been doing more rewarding things than babysitting you, but you keep leaving the tower," the man told him.

"I don't need babysitting!"

"And yet here you are, with half healed stitches about to get into a fight."

Robin didn't have a good answer for that one.

The teen was sure he had the man this time. After Slade's comment about him leaving the tower it was obvious that the villain had placed a tracker of some sort on him or any of his equipment. So he changed it all. And then there was no alarm for the whole day.

Sixth day, and Red X was taking them on a merry chase across the rooftops. Robin was lagging behind sorely and suddenly spotted Slade standing nearby, gesturing for him to come over. The teen just hung his head and obeyed.

"Lose your shirt," Slade told him. In the end the man had to help him, though, because the teen had trouble lifting one of his arms.

"The hell have you been doing?!" the man asked. "Some of these need to be re-stitched!"

"Hey!" Robin called out as the man snatched his communicator from his grip.

"You shut up," Slade told him, obviously tired of his antics. "Slade calling Raven," he said into the communicator.

"R-Raven here?" an insecure answer came.

"Robin has pulled some stitches, I'm taking him back to the tower."

"I… umm… ok. Is Robin there?"

"I'm here. Slade is probably telling the truth. Probably." Robin added again for good measure.

"Robin!" the young woman scolded him with a single word. "Head back right now!"

Slade took the communicator back. "Actually he's going to tear more the more he moves, I'm going to take him home instead, it's close by. I'll leave the communicator on. Call us when you're done."

"Roger that," Raven treacherously agreed.

"I'd rather go home to the tower," Robin muttered, though he know the game was lost.

"I'd rather take you there, I imagine your sick bay is a better place for this, but you can't walk that far and we can't exactly catch a taxi like this."

Robin was sullenly quiet as they, very slowly, made their way to Slade's building. He only grunted a bit as the man helped him in through the roof, as it hurt.

Slade started by taking his mask and most of his gear off. Then he got a clean sheet and made Robin lay down on it in the middle of the sitting room. Then he got the medical supplies he needed and swabbed the teen's naked back down.

"I have some local anesthetic but you don't really deserve it," he said and straddled the teen's legs. "This is going to be slightly painful."

It wasn't slightly painful, it was really painful, but Robin gritted his teeth and got through the five stitches that needed to be redone.

"Let me check the others," the man said and helped him on his feet. "Drop your pants," he added when he came to the boy's thigh. Robin reluctantly obeyed and drew a big sigh of relief when the man confirmed that no other stitches needed to be redone. "Learned your lesson?" Slade asked when he was done and the teen quickly hiked his tights back up.

"I just can't sit idle when my friends and the city are in trouble!" Robin defended himself.

"So that's a 'no' then?" the man sighed. "Listen, boy, this place would go slightly more down the drain if you managed to kill yourself by trying to fight when you can't. Ten days. That was all. Ten. And now you get to start all over again with the new stitches. You're just lucky they all didn't go, but it's very red and irritated back there."

"Why do you even care? Wouldn't the city be so much better for you without me?"

"Yes, but not as pretty," the man smirked.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"Those… innuendoes! No one believes them!" Robin was staring up at the man angrily. Slade moved fast and the teen gasped as his mask was ripped off. "Hey!" he objected.

"Your blue eyes are very enchanting when you're angry," Slade told him.

"Stop it!"

"And the color of your cheeks right now… enticing."

"I'm gonna fucking tear all my stitches if that what it takes to shut you u-mmmpf-" Robin's head swam as the man's lips covered his. He knew he was angry but couldn't quite remember what for. Nevertheless he pushed at the man's chest and Slade abided, taking a step back, still looking a bit smug, though. "You… you kissed me!" Robin gasped.

"Astute," the man commented dryly.

"Shut up! You kissed me! I'm leaving!" the teen snarled. Now the man looked slightly taken aback.

"I thought…" he started and then his face closed and he straightened up. "I was apparently mistaken. You can't walk home, though. Call your friends, they might be finished by now and can pick you up."

"I thought you didn't want them to know where your place was?" Robin asked, not sure he liked this turn of events.

"I didn't turn your tracker off this time. I'll just move," Slade said, still in the same clipped tone.

"I'll… I'll just go down to the street and across the road, they won't know," the hero tried, feeling strangely guilty about the situation. "They wouldn't have had time or even bothered tracking me yet, they-" The communicator started playing. "See? They just finished up," Robin said and answered. He arranged to be picked up in twenty minutes after the team had bought some comfort food in the form of pizza – they hadn't been able to catch Red X.

Not long afterwards he slunk out of the apartment feeling uneasy about things. He eventually pulled Raven aside and told her everything.

"I don't condone him kissing you without consent," the woman started, frowning, "but… so…. you didn't like it, then? You really don't like… him?"

Robin gaped and in his mind he was coming up with denial upon denial, but in the end he just sighed and shrugged. "Okay, yeah… I mean… there have been times… and the kiss was pretty good, it was just the timing and…"

"Well, he won't bother you like that again, knowing Slade," Raven said. When Robin sighed again, she cracked a small smile. "If you want him to bother you like that again, you have to take the next step."

"As if," Robin muttered.

"Well, you don't have to of course… I mean, it's not like he's uncomplicated boyfriend material… I have no idea what the others might say… we've been pretty cool with him lately because he saved you and stuff, but… you know… he's still a bad guy."

"Yeah."

"Not saying you just can't fuck him."

"RAVEN!" Robin was honestly shocked and that seemed to have been the young woman's intent as she fully grinned at him. "Just saying…" she added. "Anyway, feeling better? I'm falling asleep here…"

"Oh, sorry, yeah. Thanks. Don't tell the others, okay?"

"Of course not. Tell me when you made up your mind?"

"Sure," Robin nodded, already off in his own head.

Half an hour later Robin was nervously chewing his bottom lip, his phone against his ear. After a long row of signals, so long the teen was about to hang up, there was a click at the other end.

"Yes?" came a gruff voice.

"Hi… I… so you… you really like me?" Robin squawked, hating himself because he had rehearsed something much cooler and more confident in his mind.

"How did you find my number?" the man asked bluntly.

"Well, I… I knew your apartment number and I just checked if there was a phone number connected to that in any way," Robin admitted.

"That took some serious hacking."

"Yes, well…"

"Very illegal things," the man pointed out.

"Well… yes…" Robin admitted again.

"This is why I 'like' you," the man chuckled at the other end and Robin felt like he was close to collapsing.

"Sorry about before, I just… you surprised me," the teen hurriedly got off his chest.

"I apologize as well. I was too brash," the man acknowledged. "If you are willing to try aga-?"

"Yes!" Robin cut in, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"Meet me on the roof of the tower in fifteen minutes," Slade told him and the line went quiet.

He freshened up, including brushing his teeth, quickly, nervously. He decided on civilian clothes, less of a hassle, and looked himself over in the mirror. The simple white t-shirt with a faded graphic print of a tree hugged his body well, and so did the new, slightly stiff, black jeans. He looked at his mirror image from over his shoulder. They especially hugged his ass. Looking good. He hoped. Then he wondered if changing and such would send too eager signals to Slade… maybe he should have just shown up? But he didn't want the man to think that he didn't care, either…

Eventually Robin took the elevator to the roof. Slade was already there.

"That was quick." The teen tried to sound flippant.

"I had incentive," the man smirked. He was also wearing civilian clothes, the same blue jeans he had worn before and a black button down short sleeved shirt.

"I'd like to ask you how you got here so quickly and without setting off any alarms, but I guess that wouldn't be very romantic," Robin grumbled.

"All relationships need a little mystery," Slade agreed, clearly struggling to look serious.

Robin laughed a little, uncertainly, and looked down at the ground, running his hand through his hair. "So… what do we do now?"

"How about this?" Slade lifted the teens chin and, this time, waited for a sign of agreement before leaning down.

This kiss left Robin wondering what his own name was, but in a good way this time. At first he was nervous and very, very self conscious. Was he doing it right? Was he good at this? Was he making weird noises? But little by little excitement took over and he dared embrace the man. His hands were soon exploring the wide chest, strong neck and surprisingly soft hair of his former arch enemy. Slade's hands were also exploring, a bit more carefully perhaps, minding the teen's injuries.

Robin felt himself being lifted up on a counter top. They used the long counter for outdoor cooking on barbecue nights and now it became very handy in making the two more equally tall. The hero parted his knees so Slade could stand flush up against him, gasping as their groins met.

It was a warm night so the shiver Robin felt as his shirt was removed wasn't from cold, but from excitement. He struggled with the man's own shirt, silently cursing the buttons, but eventually got that off as well. He moaned as Slade kissed his neck, sucking and biting at spots the teen had never known could feel so good. He playfully began exploring the man's bare chest with his own lips, moving upwards towards the jaw line, mapping the borders of the man's beard, laughing at the way the hair tickled him, breathing in the man's scent until it almost made his head buzz. Their lips crashed together again and again until they both were breathing heavily and just resting, forehead to forehead, sneaking quick kisses now and again.

"Would you like to go further?" Slade asked him, his voice husky.

"Mm… love to," Robin purred. As the man's hands moved to unbutton his jeans, however, Robin stopped him. "But, you know… stitches." he smirked teasingly. So… ten days."

The End

A/N: Isn't it weird that even though Robin was the idiot this whole story (that boy need to learn how to take orders… at least medical ones) I kinda feel Slade deserved that last thing? A little? * lol * Sorry Slade, but… ten short days… ;)