A/N: I've gotten some comments about what people were looking forwards to in this chapter and you're all perverts. Good for you. A mind in the gutter is a happy mind. It should be labeled, like free-range chicken. 😉

Chapter 4: Life's Sweetest Reward

They had just ordered some pizza slices when their phones dinged.

"They left their room," Slade said, checking the message.

"Ok, hope we can find them then," Robin mumbled, stuffing his face with breadsticks.

"It's a big ship but I'll bet you they are by the pool on our deck."

"What do you wanna bet? Robin grinned,

"For you to deepthroat something more interesting than a piece of bread?" Slade smirked, making Robin start coughing.

"Not…" Robin had to pause to cough again, "… taking that bet."

"Pity," Slade sighed.

When they headed back they saw the Germans by the pool and waved.

"I'm checking their cabin out," Slade decided. "Stay here, have a drink, warn me if they leave."

They kissed and Robin ordered his drink, something strawberry-filled this time, and settled down with his phone, far enough from the men so he could make the call if just one of them left. All of a sudden they both reached for their phones and hurried off towards the living quarters.

"Get out! Now!" Robin hissed into his phone.

"Aye-aye," Slade said and Robin waited with baited breath until the man came back out to the pools, wearing swim trunks and with a towel over his shoulders.

"You must have really have hurried," Robin whispered as they pretended to make out.

"I think I ripped my balls off and left them in the fly of my jeans when I changed," Slade grunted.

Robin snickered devilishly and carefully cupped the front of the man's trunks. "I think they are still here," the said innocently.

"I swear that if I didn't think I'd get in trouble for it, I'd fuck you into the deck right here," the man half growled, half chuckled. "But focus on the job, you little vixen. What happened?"

"Just a few minutes after you left, their phones seemed to go off and they ran."

"A room alarm. Must have been," the man growled. "Dammit. Now they might be suspicious."

Robin just spotted the men coming back, talking agitatedly.

"Let's go talk to them," he suggested, and as Slade agreed he took the man's hand and walked over there,

"Did something happen?" Robin said. "I was just about to walk over to you when you guys bolted."

"Oh, it was nothing," Carl claimed but his smile was tense. "We think… well…"

"We think someone was breaking into our room." Victor let them know.

"What, really?!" Robin grabbed Slade's arm and clung to it. "There's thieves onboard? How did you find out?"

"Well, we… prefer to have a little extra security so we have a motion detector." Carl admitted.

"We need one of those too!" Robin told Slade. "Where do you get one? Did you see the thief? Slade, when you went to change, did you see anyone suspicious?"

"Well, there was someone from room service carrying a bottle of champagne, talking on the phone… something about confirming a room number?" Slade said hesitantly. "And then there was a cleaning crew leaving our cabin, but if it was them, they still would have been there… unless they were just dropping something off, like clean towels?"

"I guess, we didn't look around," Carl shrugged, looking displeased.

"Oh, I hope it was just something like that!" Robin said. "Slade, please, can you search our cabin when we go back?"

"Relax, Robin, I'm sure everything is fine," Slade said, kissing the top of his head, and pulling him close. "His place got robbed last year before he moved in with me. He's a bit jumpy about these things," he explained to the other couple.

"Who wouldn't be?!" Robin said and turned to the Germans himself. "You need to report this!" He knew he was treading on very thin ice now, because if the couple did report it, the cameras would be checked. On the other hand, he was certain Slade or Bruce would be able to fix it in time.

"It was probably just a mistake," Victor said. "No need to worry anyone."

"And don't you worry either," Carl told the young hero, "I'm sure this is a safe place. It just gave us a bit of a scare. Who knows, it might have been set off by a bug. A butterfly or big wasp, perhaps, we don't know how sensitive these things are."

"Oh!" Robin exclaimed, "Slade, do you remember when the alarm went off in your office because the window wasn't closed? The curtains?"

"Oh, yes, that was quite a mess," Slade said. "I had to buy my secretary chocolate to stop her from crying."

"Was our balcony door open?" Victor asked Carl, who looked thoughtful and then visibly relaxed.

"You know what? I think we did leave it open… mystery solved, then!"

"That's such a relief," Robin sighed, and hugged Slade tight. "Now, get that gorgeous body of yours wet, big guy! I need something else to think about!"

"I'm so tempted to just throw you in there," Slade growled playfully.

"You'll owe me a new phone if you do?" Robin warned him.

"Right. See you in a bit then," the man chuckled and turned around.

"But I want a new phone!" Robin complained, jokingly acting like a spoiled brat, including stomping his foot.

Slade just laughed at him and dived into the water. It was a perfect dive and Robin secretly wanted a slow-motion video of it all, including Slade surfacing and shaking his head, sending water droplets everywhere.

"You really love that man, don't you?" Carl's chuckled next to him. "That look of pure devotion is either love or obsession."

"Probably a bit of both," Viktor joined in.

"R-right," Robin stammered, feeling like the men had poured ice over his head. It was perfectly fine as he was supposed to be acting, though, and it was acting he had done. Right? Apart from the fact that he had completely forgotten that the Germans were even there.

"You're a bit quiet," Slade said later, as they had returned to their suite to see if there was any new information for them. He was still just wearing his swim trunks, still damp, while Robin was in shorts and a buttoned-down short sleeved shirt. The teen had plopped down onto the two-seat crème colored sofa, that stood across the room from the bed, and was idly fiddling with his phone.

"I- no, I've just been thinking…" Robin said and then actually thought of something to say.

"We need to delete the footage of you breaking into their cabin!"

"Already done." Slade sank down into a chair opposite him. "Whenever we're up to anything like that a loop starts playing."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't think of it until after the fact. I called Bruce while I was walking back to the pool."

"Must have been quick."

"Well, he had already thought of it," the man admitted and picked up a magazine from the cruise line and slowly started flipping the pages in it.

"Ah. Of course. Should have known. He's a planner."

"And still he wanted you on this ship with that archer."

"I'm actually starting to wonder about that," Robin smirked. "How the hell did you hack our call anyway?"

"I had it set up to signal me every time you spoke, to try to break through."

"And how long did it take you to do that?"

"That time was the first time."

"He let you in," Robin realized.

Slade gave the teen a flat look over the top of the magazine and then sighed. "You might be right."

"I should be angry but I shouldn't be surprised," Robin snorted. "Makes me wonder about your mission too."

"No, that one's legit, I know that much," Slade objected.

"Well, okay," the teen shrugged, "So he just wanted you here with me, then."

"He wanted to make sure you were well protected… like he said, I'm not a bad choice for these kinds of things. I have to admit that I wondered why our 'intimate' moments didn't bother him more…"

"To Bruce it's a means to an end-kind of thing. He can take any pretty woman anywhere as a cover, he has done it hundreds of times, he just assumes I can do that too."

"Well you can. Obviously." Slade told him, but when Robin avoided eye contact, the man studied him closer, lowering the magazine completely. "Can't you?"

"Of course!" Robin snorted. "No problem."

"If things get a bit too intense, just tell me," the mercenary let him know. "But if you feel affected… you're not alone."

Robin blinked a bit owlishly at him. "I'm… not?"

"I've found myself wishing our little act out there was real," the man admitted. "At least that it could carry on a little longer."

"Long enough for us to fuck?" Robin asked dryly.

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing."

The young hero snorted and looked down at his phone again.

"Ah," Slade said, almost to himself. "You think I'm attracted to you only because of your looks?"

Robin glanced up at the man once more. "Aren't you?"

"I can have sex with someone only because they are attractive, of course," Slade said thoughtfully. "But that's rare. I think I more often sleep with people for information or strategy than pure attractiveness."

"Oh, that's comforting. You know, just feel free to ask me any questions you might have, I'll be happy to spare you the trouble," the teen drawled.

"What I'm trying to say is that I am usually more than physically attracted to someone I want to sleep with. You're cute and have a great ass, but if that was all you had to offer…"

"You'd still sleep with me if I'd let you," Robin snorted.

"Well, yes. But I wouldn't be this interested," Slade admitted. "Part of it might be the forbidden aspect of it all… I think you know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure. Hero-villain, the age difference, that we have to act like we do and… well… Batman knowing about it… Stop grinning! I know it's sick!" Robin grunted. "Is it dinner time yet?"

"Not quite yet," Slade purred, put down the magazine and moved over to the sofa. "We still have some time."

"Oh, we do?" Robin grinned and let himself be pulled close by the man,

"Indeed," Slade confirmed and kissed him deeply.

Once the man moved his lips to the teen's neck Robin could talk again. "You're not interested in if I'm attracted to you?" the teen asked sweetly.

Slade pulled back. At this point Robin was more or less in his back on the small sofa with Slade on top of him.

"It was strongly implied that you were," Slade said dryly.

"Well, you seemed more interested in your own feelings," the teen continued just as dryly.

"Alright," Slade said and suddenly Robin was thrown up over the man's shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" the hero grunted.

"Making us more comfortable," the man claimed, took nine or ten steps until he reached the bed and dropped the hero down on it. The teen barely had time to react before the man was on top of him, kissing him again. "Now," Slade said, pausing for a moment, "Tell me about your feelings."

"The hate is rather prominent right now," Robin growled.

"No, no, I was honest. Be honest, Robin," the man said. "And while you are being honest, I'm going to show you my appreciation for that honesty."

"What… what do you mean?" the teen asked. His stomach was absolutely full with very nervous butterflies, but he wasn't pushing the man away. And he didn't understand why he wasn't pushing the man away either.

"Just start talking."

"I… well… you're attractive," Robin admitted, blushing as he did so. Slade smirked and started unbuttoning the teen's shirt, kissing every piece of exposed skin.

"Well? Go on?" the man said and paused.

"You… you're a… a very good kisser – AAAH Mmmmm…." Robin moaned as the man's lips found his nipples. "Oh, god, that… keep… doing… that…"

"If you keep talking," Slade smirked down on him.

"You're… driving me insane…" Robin objected, which Slade obviously took as a compliment, "When you touch me out there… I can't help it… I…. I…" Robin suddenly lost the ability to speak, because Slade had taken hold of the elastics to his shorts and was looking at him, seemingly for permission. "Damn, you…. Yes!" the teen grunted and lifted his hips. A moment later he was bare, with the man pressing their groins together. "Ah! Your shorts! Cold!" Robin objected.

"You just want to see me naked," Slade teased him.

Robin met his gaze calmly. "Yes," he admitted, a little nervous grin playing on his lips.

"As you wish," the man grinned and soon he was naked too. "I want you to consider that I've been wearing cold, wet trunks…" the man added, making the teen laugh. Slade then went back to kissing his chest again. Going lower. "Well, continue," the man added, raising his head.

"You're impossible," Robin sighed, letting his head fall back and closed his eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of the man's hot lips on his skin. "I've been… I've been thinking about you… for… for a while… even before… before this." Robin couldn't talk, he could only gasp out the words as the man went lower and lower.

"Mhmm?" Slade urged on.

"It was just physical!" Robin defended himself. "Come on, please!" he added as the man didn't move. "Okay… okay… it was…. Your voice…. You voice made… made my knees wea-ooooh, yes! Mmm… yes, yes… I…" Slade had reached the place the teen had hoped for and Robin grabbed the man's hair, trying for more of the amazing sensation. He should have known Slade wouldn't allow that. His arms were grabbed and forced down to his sides for a moment before Slade let go again. It was a clear warning, however. The young man barely noticed and didn't care. His whole body was as tense as a bow string about to snap. Suddenly, however, something forced itself in where the teen wasn't ready for it to be. He was instantly brought back from the edge and kicked out at the man, missing badly as Slade was between his legs.

"Calm down, it's just a finger," the man snorted.

"It's your finger! You have huge hands!" Robin objected. "And I wasn't ready."

"You were doing so well I thought you deserved a reward," the man chuckled.

"I'll be happy to 'reward' you with the complimentary champagne bottle over there," Robin groaned. He had started to like the feeling, though, quite a bit. It got better when he man moved his finger and crooked it a little. "Oh! Oh! Okay, you're forgiven!" the teen gasped.

Slade reached for something among the discarded things littering the bed and then his finger disappeared only to return a moment later covered in something cold.

"What- what is that?" Robin asked.

"Let's just say that there's a specific spot where you won't get skin cancer," the man leered down at him. Then he started working in another finger.

"I- I'm going to need your mouth, ok?" the young hero pleaded, as he tried to relax. Slade granted his wish and a little while later Robin had no problems with having two fingers pushing in and out of him, quite the opposite. "I… I think I'm ready," he told the man.

"Music to my ears," Slade admitted.

The boy took a deep breath as he felt the man get in position. He wanted this, for some inexplicit reason. He knew it would be uncomfortable in the beginning, maybe even painful, but he wanted this more than the man's mouth, which was only pure pleasure…. Was he stupid?

"You have a very peculiar expression on your face," Slade chuckled. "It's like you're wondering where you are…"

"More how I got into this situation," Robin grinned bravely back. "Come on, do it! Before I come to my senses!"

"Wouldn't want that to happen," the man agreed and put a little pressure on the teen's opening.

"HOLY SH-!" Robin gasped when the head of the man's cock suddenly plopped inside. "Horses are not supposed to ride people!" he added, somewhat randomly.

"Shhh, relax little filly," Slade ordered him with laughter in his voice.

"…riding crop…." Robin muttered among inaudible words. His muttered rant was quieted by a kiss, however, and suddenly the world didn't seem so bad anymore. The cramp he had initially felt lessened and, as the man sank deeper inside him, he moaned into the kiss and rose up to meet him. It didn't take long for them to find a rhythm. They worked well together in the past, after all, so it somehow came naturally to move in sync as grunts, moans and the sound of naked skin slapping together filled the cabin.

"I… I can't…. Much longer…" Robin whined and arched so high that he almost broke his back when Slade grabbed his cock and started pumping it. After that it was pointless to even try to fight the surge inside him and his movements became faster and erratic, but so did Slade's. The climax was easily the most powerful one Robin had ever experienced, not only because of what was physically happening to his body, but it seemed his whole consciousness was flooded with pleasure that hit him like several waves. Once they died down, he felt Slade roll off him, stay still for a little bit and then stand up. Robin watched with lidded eyes as the man disappeared into the bathroom.

So… that was that… Robin sighed. What would happen now? Would Slade continue as he had or just ignore him now when he got what he wanted? Sure, it had been what Robin had wanted too, but he wasn't sure he would be able to deal with getting the cold shoulder from the man after this, and of course he would, because Slade was all about sex. He frowned irritably and closed his eyes. Screw feeling sorry for himself! It had been great, he had wanted it, it was over. It was time to move on.

The bed dipped behind him and Robin's eyes shot open when he felt Slade laying down behind him and kiss his shoulder.

"Did you fall asleep?" the man asked, sounding amused.

"N-no, just… resting…?" Robin said, feeling a bit unsure.

"Let me help you."

The teen was too sunned to move as he suddenly get a damp warmth against his ass.

"What-?" he asked, looking down. He discovered that it was a wet towel. Slade was cleaning him up from the lotion and the cum and- well Robin hoped not anything else, but he wasn't going to ask.

"There." Slade said, threw the towel onto the bathroom floor through the open door and then settled in behind the teen again. "That was nice, wasn't it?"

"The… the towel?"

The man laughed. "Well, I was hoping the sex would be more of a high point…"

"Oh… yes. I mean, yeah! It was great!"

"Glad to hear it. You were just as amazing as I knew you would be," the man almost whispered before he pulled him close and kissed his neck and shoulder again.

Robin didn't know if it was the hormones or Slade's very unexpected tenderness, but he felt himself tear up. Avoiding looking back at Slade, because the young hero would rather die than let the mercenary see that he was close to crying, he took a hold of the arm that was now encircling him, pulled Slade's hand up to his mouth and kissed the man's knuckles and fingers tenderly. Slade made a deep, content hmmm-ing sound and laid down completely. A moment later they were both asleep.

"We're late! Get up!" Slade barked, startling the teen almost out of his skin.

"So much for that romance," Robin muttered and yelped as he was lifted up and practically thrown into the shower.

"We have fifteen minutes to shower, change into formalwear and be at dinner!" he was told.

"Holy shit!" Robin gasped and then cursed a bit more as the water was still cold. He showered in record time in a very cramped space as Slade was there with him. In the end they just made it, and the flush on Robin's cheeks could be from anything, really. At least no one took note of it.

Slade held out Robin's chair for him and the teen tried to stifle a giggle. They were in public now and the act was on again, of course, but considering what had just happened it was funny to him somehow. They looked around and carefully tried to figure out who the Stormbergs were. Robin assumed they had been seated close to them and using the power of deduction, which only was based on the fact that he recognized the other two couples and knew their names, he carefully nodded to the third one. Seated there were two tall, blond men talking a language Robin couldn't understand. The tables were set out so they could be pulled together for bigger companies, but right now they were set for intimate couple's dining.

"How do we approach them?" Robin whispered. The good thing about Slade's hearing was that he didn't have to whisper loudly. Slade shrugged, so he was on no help. Robin snorted and excused himself to pretend to go to the bathroom. He made sure to film the men as he passed. When he came back, he stopped at their table.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to disturb you," he said, and when he only got curious looks in return, he pressed on, "the language you're speaking… I can't place it?"

"Oh, it's Swedish," one of the men smiled.

"You're from Sweden?! That's exotic! Don't tell me you're on vacation all the way over here?"

"That we are," the other man answered and looked a bit proud. "Three weeks. We've been to Disney World too… Seen most of Florida, in fact."

"I feel I might have to apologize for our nation," Robin joked. "Oh, and for myself! I forgot to introduce myself; I'm Robin Wilson. The hunk over there is my new husband, Slade."

"Do you have an old husband I don't know about?" Slade spoke up, and then rose as well to shake hands with the Swedes.

"So you're on your wedding trip too? I mean… umm… honey moon?" blond number one said. They both spoke clearly but the Scandinavian accent was evident. "I'm Andreas Strömberg, and this is Linus." They looked rather alike, Robin could have guessed that they were brothers. Their hair was the same light blond color, though Linus' hair curled a little bit at the tips. They had the same build too, and, Robin guessed, about the same height.

"Strumberg?" Robin tried, to the men's delight. The 'ö' sounded a bit like the 'I' in "girl' but it wasn't easy to mimic, especially with the rolling 'r'.

"Good enough. Actually, the ship got it wrong so we're apparently called Stormberg here," the man struggled. "We're used to having the letter 'ö' changed for an 'o', of course, but now they managed to misplace letters as well," he smiled.

"It's been just slightly annoying as nothing matched, so they almost didn't let us on," Linus cut in, "But they figured it out in the end."

"Oh, good, can't have been fun," Robin said. "But I'm sorry to intrude, we're going to let you get back to browsing that menu, I know it will take me a while to pick what I want too…"

"Yes it always takes you an immensely long time to decide you want chicken," Slade drawled. "Nice to meet you, enjoy your evening."

Back at their table Robin quickly sent a message to the Batcave, hoping it was manned so Bruce or Alfred could look up the new information. Only minutes later, when Robin just had decided on a starter, the phone buzzed.

"Cleared. It was the name mix up that made it impossible for the system to find them."

"One more couple off the list, then," Slade stated. "Not much else for us to do now than to enjoy the dinner."

And so they did. French food wasn't on the top ten list of cuisines that Robin liked, but he had to admit that it all was delicious.

"As long as they don't include snails or brains, it's edible," he let Slade know.

"I can't take you anywhere," the man snorted and shook his head. Robin just grinned back at him and quickly poked out his tongue.

After dinner they took the elevator up to the next deck, the so-called promenade deck. Here other restaurants were located, as well as the grand casino, a night club and a movie theater. There was a lot of activity but no sight of their top, and right now only, suspects. Robin kept feeding the bat computer video of everyone he saw around him, but he was losing hope.

"How are we ever going to find them?" he asked Slade, quite loudly as the noise around them at this point was deafening.

"Who are you trying to find?" Robin spun around to see the CIA agents standing close behind them. Now that he knew they were agents he was surprised he hadn't spotted it earlier… it was something about those stiff shoulders…

"Just a couple we were talking to over dinner. They would be here later, they said. Do you know the Srömbergs?"

"No, afraid we don't," Derek, the dark haired one smiled. "We were going to try out the casino, would you like to come?"

"Robin has a bit of a gambling problem… well, it's more that he gets very eager," Slade told them and the teen tried to look properly ashamed.

"Well, a drink then?" Tim, the blond one, suggested. "What did you end up doing today, we didn't see you?"

"Oh, yeah… stomach problem, we didn't stay ashore long," the teen admitted. "But sure, a drink sounds nice!" he could tell Slade wasn't happy, they needed to move on and couldn't be stuck with a couple that they had firstly already scratched off the list of people of interest and secondly were people that might look into their own identities. Bruce had been thorough and created a fake digital trail for them, from birth to marriage certificates as well as address. It was enough for at least an initial search and unless the CIA really took an interest, they would be fine. Still, they kept to well-rehearsed facts for the next hour before excusing themselves.

They spent as little time as they dared with the other men and then excused themselves. They took a stroll, or 'promenading' as Slade insisted it used to be called, hence the name of the deck, all around deck, feeling the wind against their faces and smell of the sea, but after that they headed back to their quarters, where Robin checked in with Bruce one last time before bed, putting him on speaker phone. They had been walking with their arms around each other and Slade hadn't stepped away until Robin had dialed the number. That made the teen's stomach all warm and weird. Maybe the food wasn't agreeing with him.

"It's not pointless, Robin," Bruce told him after the teen had complained. "The computer has almost everyone in its system now, when you were filming tonight it instantly dismissed all the people that has been cleared and focused on those that hasn't."

"You might want to program it to search for spelling errors," Slade drawled from over the other side of the room.

"Yes, that was a mistake," the hero actually admitted, although grudgingly. "We're working on it."

"How many couples are left of those one hundred main suspects?" Robin asked.

"About fifty, you are doing a good job!" the man assured them.

"If you say so," Robin sighed. "Long day at sea tomorrow, so we should be able to track down most of the couples and get them on film at least…" he said.

"Good, well, we'll see you then, I guess," Robin said.

"I'll send you the results of what the computer has come up with tomorrow morning," Bruce promised. "Right now, it's focused on those couples, hoping to find good facial shots of them so we can confirm more of their identities. It's monitoring the hallways where their cabins are located too."

"It would be great if that list was down to like one tomorrow," Robin grinned. "Night!"

"Night," his mentor said and hung up.

Robin made sure to charge his phone and then went to the bathroom. He changed and brushed his teeth while he was in there but then there was no stalling anymore; he had to face Slade. And he wasn't sure how to act. Slade, however, beat him to it.

"About what happened this afternoon," the man said as soon as Robin opened the bathroom door. "You can't tell anyone."

"I… Ok?" Robin said. He hadn't expected the man to want to keep that quiet, quite the opposite. "Not that I was going to put in an ad, but why is it so important that no one finds out that we had sex?"

"Sex?" Slade blinked. "Shout that from the rooftops if you wish. Print T-shirts. Make one in my size. No, not the sex. It's very, very important, Robin, that no one finds out that Deathstroke the Terminator took a nap."

Robin stared at him before bursting out laughing. He was sure, well, almost sure, that the man was joking.

"Your secret is safe with me, and if you ever want to nap again, let me know," he said when he finally could talk again.

"I feel so safe now," the man smirked at him. Then he came up to the teen, who was wiping tears out of his eyes, and kissed him. "We're good?"

"Bruce said we were," Robin teased the man. "Yes. Yes, we're good."

The man nodded, looking pleased.

Robin yawned. "Well, it's not even midnight yet and I had a nap and I'm still tired already… I hope you can keep my secret as well?"

"I'm texting Beast Boy right now," the man deadpanned.

"Bastard."

"Yes, well…" the man shrugged like that was nothing he had any control over.

"And to think I let a man like you take my virginity…" Robin sighed in an overly dramatic way. Slade was busy undressing as he was still in formal wear, and just chuckled. Then he froze like he had suddenly gotten stuck in his jacket.

"That was a joke, right?"

"Yes, yes," Robin said, laughing, and the man relaxed and continued taking off his clothes. "You didn't 'take' anything," Robin continued, "it was mine to give, even though it's a bit old fashioned to cling to first times being special."

Slade, who was carefully stepping out of his trousers, had to grab onto a counter so he wouldn't trip.

"You are joking?" he asked again, almost desperately.

"Wait… I think you lost me, what are we talking about?" Robin blinked. He had plopped down on the bed my now, sitting up against the headboard and was busy getting under the cool, and hopefully not too stained, sheets.

Slade didn't answer immediately, he finished undressing and put on pajama pants. Robin made a point of not looking away. It was practically his anyway, wasn't it? At least for six more days.

"You're... a virgin?"

"Um… no?" Robin said. "I don't know if you remember, a few hours ago…?"

Slade sighed and sat down on the bed. "You know what I meant. Were you?"

"Um… yes? I mean… you… didn't know?"

"Of course I didn't know, how could I have known?" Slade exclaimed and then frowned. "Why are you looking so damn happy?"

"Because I must have been really good, then!" Robin grinned, making the man chuckle but then shake his head.

"I didn't know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"But why? I don't get what the big deal is?" Robin nearly pleaded.

"I thought you'd… been around. No, not like that!" Slade quickly amended as he saw the teen about to explode. "You are fifty percent superhero and fifty percent billionaire… Let's just say you should have been laid a lot by now."

"I need to change my Tinder tag-line into that!" Robin joked. "It just hasn't happened… it's like… life hasn't slowed down enough," he shrugged. "I've been too busy. Which is mostly your fault, actually, so I'm glad you finally took some responsibility for that." Robin could see the corners of the man's mouth twitch and turned more towards him, reached out and stroked the man's arm. "But is it such a bad thing?"

"Because, for some people, first times are important…" the man started.

"They are, I guess… I mean, good or bad, it's something you will always remember. Hopefully."

"It would just have been easier if it hadn't been important in this case. If I had just been one in a line- "

"Hello, here we go with the whole 'Robin is a slut'-thing again!" the teen objected. "Sure, people shouldn't be judged based on how many they sleep with, but that's just not me! I want something a bit more, and- oh. Oh, I see the problem," the teen suddenly said. Then he took a deep breath. "I know we're not married for real. I know this is a job. And this thing, between us, it's a fling. At best. It's fun. Felt damn good. Hope to learn some more, but that's it. You don't have to worry you're going to break my heart or something. If Deathstroke the Terminator worries about such things."

"He does not," Slade said, looking over the top offended, making it obvious he was joking. "But good. Good. Then we both know where we stand."

"Or lie," Robin grinned. "Or sit, perhaps?"

"We're going to explore all options," the man smirked. "Don't you think I'll forget that you wanted to 'learn'."

"Oh-oh, I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Robin said, looking worried.

"As always," the man leered and pounced.

"I'm too tired to sleep," Robin complained half an hour later.

"I could fuck you again, see if that helps?" Slade, ever the helpful one, offered.

"I couldn't get hard if my life depended on it," the teen muttered.

"You don't have to be."

"Monster."

"Aw, thank you," the man kissed his ear. "I wonder… if me being here was the Bat's plan all along, I wonder how much he'd be regretting that if he knew about this…" the man said, somewhat smugly.

"I hope you didn't sleep with me just to settle some kind of score with Bruce?" Robin snorted.

"Of course not. Not only, anyway. About ten percent, though…"

"Well, I can live with ten percent. The 'I'm fucking you because you're a villain and I'm a naughty boy' percent is probably around ten in my case," Robin admitted. "Besides, who is to say he didn't predict this? And more? If he thinks I need you to protect me on this mission then who's to say he doesn't think a life long live-in free bodyguard isn't a splendid idea?"

"He wouldn't?" Slade sounded a bit worried.

"Shotgun wedding, Slade. Shotgun wedding," Robin snickered and rolled over, sleep finally within grasp.

To be Continued...

A/N: hope the perverts are happy. 😉 Next chapter Robin gets in trouble, poor thing.