I work hard on a rape scene only to have it dissed, I am sighing dramatically. Anyway, in this chappy they dance to Beethoven's Midnight Sonata. I might actually have Slade be loving or something like that, I don't know, just have to wait and see.

X x x x

Robin did not feel used, dirty, or betrayed as he cleaned his wounds. He felt like it could have been worse, Slade could have hurt him a lot more than he did, he was in actually pretty good shape for someone who had been raped. Even though he didn't know for certain, he was pretty sure only his entrance was ripped and not his insides.

Slade watched Robin via camera. He had failed and he had been punished, plain and simple. He could have hurt Robin a lot more, he had been surprisingly gently with the boy, he didn't want to ruin his little bird, just punish him. And that is exactly what he did, no more no less, he found having the boy in his bed quite enjoyable and didn't want to ruin that by ripping the boy to shreds.

"Master Wilson," Wintergreen said as he walked into the room.

"Yes Wintergreen?"

"Everything you ordered has arrived, the limo will be ready by five."

"Place everything in my bedroom."

"Yes Master Wilson," Wintergreen replied and walked off.

"Tonight you prove yourself my little bird," Slade smirked.

X x x x

Slade had the best medical supplies, so Robin felt almost no pain as he walked to Slades' room. When he had left the showers, Wintergreen had informed him to go straight there. He walked into the room and gasped.

Slade was standing in front of a mirror and putting the finishing touches. He was wearing a traditional tuxedo, only not tie or bow-tie, the front of his shirt was left open to reveal his pale throat and a bit of gorgeous chest. He wore no mask, for tonight he would be Mr. Wilson, or at least part of the night.

"Your outfit is hanging in the bathroom, change and meet me upstairs in the foyer, if you don't know where it is, ask Wintergreen," Slade said and left without another word.

Robin walked into the bathroom and changed into a tuxedo much like Slades'. And for the first time since he had been with Slade, he removed his mask.

"This way," Wintergreen said stiffly when Robin exited Slades' room and walked down the hall.

Robin wordlessly followed. Soon, he was in an extravagant mansion, above the cold stone fortress.

X x x x

'Robin is breath taking', Slade thought, and felt a strange pang in his chest. That surprised him slightly; he had never really felt love before, and never for one as Robin. 'Isn't that interesting?' He thought, deciding that later he would consider this feeling and decide then if it were unpleasant or not, but now was not the time.

X x x x

They arrived at the ball fashionably late.

"You actually came," Bruce Wayne, said when he saw Slade.

"Yes Mr. Wayne, I did indeed attend this year," Slade said irritably.

"Please call me Bruce."

"I prefer not to. It makes us sound acquainted. I only came at the request of my…special companion, I believe you have met Richard," Slade smirked and stepped to the side so the annoying flying rodent could see Robin.

"Robin? What are you doing here?" Bruce gasped.

"I'm here with my very special companion Slade Wilson," Robin said and linked his arm with Slades'.

"Special companion?"

"Lover if you prefer," Slade smirked and ran a suggestive hand down Robins' thigh. Beethoven's Midnight Sonata began to play. "Come Richard, let us dance," he said and led Robin away from a dumb struck Bruce, and to Robins' amazement, he actually meant dance.

They dance slowly to the music. Robin rested his head against Slades' chest and sighed.

"I-I love you Slade," he murmured softly.

"I believe that I love you as well my little bird," Slade replied softly and tilted Robins' head up so he could place a soft kiss on the boys' lips.

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Didn't think it would happen did you? But, I have to make this romancy. Don't worry, Slade is still going to be the cold psycho we know and love my lovelings!