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A/N: Lookie here! Can it be? Yes, it IS another chapter! Despite my pesky job and more afternoon thunderstorms, here it is…

A big THANK YOU to all you amazing people who has reviewed and suggested plotlines! The result is a combination of your brains and mine… scary, no? After some hard thinking, I now have a ghost of an idea what I want to do, but more suggestions are always welcome!


Innocent Games 3: Blue

"Man, this day was crazy!" Cyborg complained as he plopped down on the couch.

"Yeah, it was like every low-life in the city just realized that he was late with the rent or something…" Beast Boy agreed and collapsed next to his friend.

Robin chuckled, getting a strange look from the green changeling, which turned into a grin. His leader had actually laughed at one of his jokes? Wow… he had to try that one on Raven…

"Hey Rae, I said it was like-"

"I heard you fine." the empath cut BB off, before sinking down in the couch as well. She was too tired to even think about levitating.

Robin joined his team on the couch and soon Starfire was there as well, offering them a bowl of popcorn sprinkled with mustard.

"Err… no thanks, Star… we'll make out own batch…" Beast Boy said, looking a bit greener than usual.

Robin was staring into space, feeling guilty and amused at the same time, and didn't realize that he had taken a handful of popcorn before the mustard burned his tongue.

Well, serves me right… he thought to himself, desperately trying to drown the taste with a can of soda, as his team giggled at him. He very well knew the reason for the elevated crime-rate today, and thankfully, no one had been hurt… They had even run into Red X, but that wasn't something unusual, the thief was very active these days.

If I agree to the other auction, I will do it the same night… I don't care if Nick wants to drag it out to get more cash… he decided. He wondered who the winner of tonight's auction would be… he wouldn't find out until tomorrow night, and that seemed soooo far away.

"Robin? Hello?"

"Oh, huh? What?" Robin blinked and looked over at Cy.

"Werewolves, Vampires or zombies, man?"

"I… uhh… Werewolves?"

"Okay, that settles it, 'Dog Soldiers' it is!"

The movie started, and it didn't take long for Starfire to curl up beside him. Robin put an arm around her protectively and breathed in her scent. He liked her. He wasn't in love with her, and not really that attracted to her-

Although she has a nice rack and I wouldn't mind finding out what's under that skirt… he thought and then grinned as he mentally bashed himself. Such lewdness! I definitely hang out with the wrong crowd too much… he smirked. He hadn't really meant it anyway. He respected Starfire and his whole team, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. She seemed to like him, though, but she was too shy and insecure in these matters to really cause a problem. Robin tried to tell himself that he wasn't leading her on, but he also wasn't telling her off… his whole team would find that out easily, as both the girl's moods seldom went unnoticed, and then he would have to answer the questions from the guys. And that would be awkward. He fully intended on telling his team that he was gay… or bi… or whatever, at some point, but he really needed time to figure it out for himself first. Nick's words had really shaken him. Robin knew he was a little bit… disturbed… when it came to the matter of getting attention, but could it we that he even wasn't really interested in men?

"AAAAHHH!"

Robin jumped a foot in the air and BB snickered.

"Robin got scaaaared!"

Damn straight, but that was from Starfire's scream, not the movie… Robin thought darkly to himself, muttered something as a reply to BB and threw a pillow at him. Yes, he might be the leader of the group, but he had the right to act childish as well, thank you very much. What were they watching again? Robin focused on the screen. Ah, yes. Werewolves. Furry, yellow-eyed things. Pffttt…. a ton of muscle and a single gray eye, that was scary… Robin's mind settled down to explore some nice and rather curious thoughts that had appeared all of a sudden, and ignored the movie. It was strange how he only seemed to focus on Slade's eye and body… Robin frowned to himself. The face that went with it wasn't bad, not bad at all. Very strong and masculine… Craggy… no smiles allowed. Smirks, sneers and growls aplenty, sure, but Robin wondered what Slade would look like with a genuine smile on his face. Thinking of things that might make Slade smile, though, was a bit unsettling… Would he smile if he found out? What would happen then? It easily could destroy Robin, that was for sure… but he knew Slade's face… was that a curse or an asset? Would that make him a greater threat? Sure, Slade went mask-less at 'Not', but that was amongst a selective crowd and he always seemed to keep to the shadows…

"Robin?"

"I think he's traumatized, Rae…"

"The movie wasn't that scary, BB…"

"Eh, what? Oh… it's over?" Robin looked up, confused.

"Yeah, dude, for like fifteen minutes!"

"Sorry… I kinda zoned out…"

"No kidding?"

"Just tired, 'kay? See you in the morning…"

"Yeah… but if it's this crazy tomorrow, I'm taking the day off…" Beast Boy muttered and yawned.

The next day was actually unnaturally quiet for a Friday, but the team was thankful, as they worked out the kinks in their bodies from the rough day before and tended to whatever bruises they had gotten. Robin was slightly on edge, trying to occupy himself to make the hours pass quicker. Still, he didn't feel quite ready as the time came to leave.

Robin arrived at the club early and took his time changing. He finally settled for a pair of black leather pants and a slim, dark red, silk shirt. He had decided not to perform until a bit later this evening, as he was too curious about the winner of the auction. Dressed like this he looked rather proper, well… at least pricy, and that was what he wanted… the winner wouldn't want him to look cheap, because he had a feeling that he hadn't been. Otherwise Robin enjoyed looking slutty… he didn't care much about what other people might think, he enjoyed showing off his body and he knew that he could do that while being true to his own values and ideals.

As he entered the club it was already starting to fill up. More eyes than usual swivelled to follow him as he made his way over to the bar, where Nick stood.

"Here he is, the little troublemaker…" Nick greeted him and Robin's eyebrows rose.

"What in the world did I do now?" he asked innocently.

"Well, I had to stay behind for two hours last night, going through the bids…" Nick muttered, but there was a grin lurking in the corners of his mouth.

"Come on… there couldn't have been that many…" Robin snorted. 'Not' had around 200 active members in total, but all of then hadn't been there that night. That number also included women, and of course not all men were gay or bi, either, even if they seemed to be more common here. Robin suspected that something in this atmosphere made people brave enough to try something different from time to time… In total, Robin thought that maybe 30 or 40 people might bid on him of the ones that had been present. He told Nick this and the man shrugged.

"Yeah, that's about right, but did you consider second bids? One little bird whispered that he had bid a certain amount, and all the ones that had bid less, upped their bidding… it was crazy yesterday…"

"Tell me about it…" Robin muttered. "Sorry about that…" he added. "Well…?"

"Well what?"

"Duh! Who won?" Robin asked curiously.

"Can't tell you."

"What!?"

"Sorry. Can't. You will know when he decides he wants to cash in."

"Not even a hint?"

"Nope. But… Gray?"

"Yeah?"

"When he does want it, whoever he is, you'll do it. You will not even hesitate, is that clear? And I hope for your sake you are as good as you bragged about the other night…"

Robin snorted. "I'm better. It's not Johnny the Fish, is it…?"

"Even if it's Control Freak, you'll do it…"

"C-F is straight!" Robin said with some trepidation in his voice. "Please tell me he hasn't switched sides..?"

"As I said, you better not even hesitate… if I hear about any trouble…"

"All right boss, no problem…" Robin sighed.

"Good."

"… a small hint?"

"No."

Robin's mood was somewhat dampened. He suddenly didn't feel that much in control any more, and that wasn't such a nice feeling. Did Nick have to give him that talk? Robin wouldn't chicken out even if it was Plasmus who had won. Not that that was biologically possible, of course, but still…

He watched as more and more guests arrived. There were men leering at women, women leering at men, and every combination imaginable on the subject. He still wasn't approached by anyone, though, and he started to feel grumpy. He tried to figure out who it might be from the ones that wasn't there yet, but that was fruitless. Too many people were moving around.

"Hey sexy…"

Robin spun around to see Red standing behind him with a million dollar grin on his face.

Thanks god… Robin thought and returned it.

"Hey handsome… you look happy tonight?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Kicked some Titan butt yesterday…"

"You did not… did you?" Robin caught himself at the last moment.

"Sure did… well… I got away to brag about it, anyway…"

"Lucky me, huh?" Robin smiled and took a step closer.

"Yup. Well... who's the lucky guy?"

Robin blinked.

"It's not you?" he said, the disappointment in his voice obvious.

"Nu-huh… think it was close, though… You are not too upset, are you? If you are, I wouldn't mind a consultation prize...?"

"Pffftt… want something more to brag about? But about the auction… you really don't have a clue?"

"No. You neither?"

Robin muttered something ugly and shook his head.

"Maybe the guy's shy… He'll show up…" Red said, patting Robin's head like he was comforting a dog.

"'Course he will…" Robin smirked.

"Oh, hello there, aren't you a pretty lad?"

Robin turned around and saw a young man he hadn't seen before. He was a rather strange sight with longish bleach blond hair cut in a crazy mullet. He also seemed to like piercings, but Robin was prone to forget all of that and just drown in the sexy Irish accent and the brown eyes.

"Waddaya say then, pretty, fancy a ride?"

"I… umm… I… emm…" Robin stuttered, for once speechless. There was something eerie about this one, something not quite… human? His outfit was as outrageous as some of the worst of Robin's clearly saying 'male slut', and the red collar seemed slightly out of place.

"Gray is off limits, but I'm game…" Red easily took over, checking the other man out with obvious delight. "The name's Red."

The blond obviously liked what he saw, and smirked, making a shiver half of delight and half of something else, go up Robin's spine.

"Cheers… I'm-"

"Sade! Here!"

Robin saw the man wince slightly, his eyes getting oh-so-much colder.

"Gotta go." he muttered. Robin watched the man who had called and seeing the pale skin, long black hair and regal stance, he again got a feeling that he was looking at something slightly… different.

"Whoa, he's was hot… seems he's spoken for though…" Red commented.

"M-hm" Robin agreed and they looked at each other and grinned.

"We should do his more often. You are the bait and I'm the hook…"

Robin laughed.

"Yeah, lets…" he half turned away to check out the crowd when Red stopped him.

"Oh, and by the way…" Red hooked a finger in one of Robin's belt hoops and pulled the younger teen closer. "I heard you tongue-wrestled with Slade last night…"

"There was no wrestling…" Robin objected. "What? Jealous?"

"Very. You should pay equal amount of attention to all your customers, you know."

"So?"

"So… you owe me one…" Red pulled Robin even closer and leaned in. Robin grinned, quickly got up on tiptoe and kissed the tip of the thief's nose.

"There. Consider yourself kissed." he chuckled and squirmed out of Red's hold.

"No fair!" the thief objected.

"Well, life's not fair… find out who won and you'll get your kiss… besides, I gotta work now…" Robin said and waved as he walked away.

He heard Red grumbling for a moment before calling out;

"Gray! If you wanna make it up to me, you know what to wear!"

"Will do, love… anything for you…" Robin smiled over his shoulder.

"Apparently not." Red snorted and put his nose in the air.

Robin giggled and winked at him before disappearing to his dressing room.

A shadow watched from the corner, and it wasn't in the best of moods. Slade hadn't planned on coming in tonight, he might be a regular, but he had better things to do than hang around here all the time. He had to admit that he had visited more frequently, though, after the boy had started working here.

He should know better than to get that close to Red X. Slade could accept what happened during the performances, barely, but didn't the boy remember that he was claimed? Slade would have to change that…

Robin did as Red wished and put on the thief's favourite outfit, a long-sleeved black top and matching narrow pants that were both completely covered in rips and gashes. There were more holes than fabric, Robin suspected. Red loved them because the 'only on top' rule was very easy to 'accidentally' disobey with clothes like this. Add to that that Robin couldn't wear any underwear, except perhaps a thong, and he wouldn't wear those, in this outfit, since there were a few rips across the seat of the pants as well…

Being a bit put off at not knowing who the man was, Robin gave the performance of his life at the pole that night. He had every intention of having the winner standing beneath the podium waving the damn note as soon as he finished. That didn't happen. There were a lot of people, a rather wild crowd in fact, but no one approached him regarding the auction, other when to ask him who had won.

Robin shrugged to himself, deciding to let it go. These were businessmen, if you used the term loosely, and they couldn't make it every night for sure… he grinned at himself as he realized that his ego had taken a hit, though.

Maybe that is good for me… I should be more humble and careful in this place… I can't let the adrenaline run away with me… Robin thought, but soon he was pulled into the crowd and the music again, vow forgotten.

As he moved around the room, chatting and flirting, he suddenly ran into a brick wall. The wall had a frown on its face.

After a day away from the club and after some hard thinking, Robin had every intention of staying away from Slade… as politely as he could, naturally, since the man was a member. He had come to his senses though, realizing that this playmate was far too dangerous, and he didn't want to risk everything he had worked so hard for here in Jump.

"Well, hello again, sir." Robin smiled politely and tried to swerve around the man. Slade wouldn't let himself be brushed off quite so easily, though, and Robin suddenly felt a hand grasp his arm. The grip wasn't painful, but firm enough so that he couldn't move.

"Come with me." Slade said darkly and started walking. Robin had little choice but to follow, led by the grip on his elbow, and as he really didn't want to make a scene, he made sure that it looked like he was merely being escorted. Slade led him to a quiet corner of the club.

Robin wondered if Slade could have been the winner. True, he hadn't been within earshot when the offer had been made and he had left soon after, but he might very well have found out last night. Robin wasn't sure if he wanted him to be… yes, his curiosity and his libido were both very much for it, but his brain was firing off warning signals like mad. It wouldn't hurt to ask, though…

"This doesn't happen to be about the unofficial auction, is it?" he smiled enquiringly.

"Are you so eager to get on you knees in front of some random man?" Slade growled, and Robin's smile froze for a moment. He wouldn't let himself be judged like that, though.

"Is that sour grapes I smell on your breath, sir?" he retorted, his smile sweeter than ever.

Slade snorted.

"I thought I made myself clear the other night, and still I see you much to close to Red X tonight."

Robin laughed like he thought Slade was kidding. He knew, and his stomach was in knots over it, that the man was not, though. He had to make Slade lose interest, or at least lighten up a bit, or this could get ugly.

"Sir, I'm flattered, but we have barely been properly introduced-"

"I'm Slade, you're mine. Something else you needed to know?"

"Sir… Slade… I don't want any trouble-" Robin tried using his meekest, most sensible voice.

"Good. I don't expect any." Slade interrupted him, and sat down in a booth, dragging Robin down into his lap.

Robin seethed. He played, he wasn't the toy! He was aware that some customers might see him as a plaything, but Robin viewed it the other way around. They entertained him, and he liked it. This, though, was too much for the proud hero. As he couldn't get up, he turned around instead, straddling the man's legs. If he couldn't talk some sense into the man, he would charm him. The important thing was that Slade would let him go for now, and Robin could think about what to do about this later. Preferably back at the Tower. With his door locked.

He let his arms come up and encircled Slade's neck, letting his hands play with the man's hair. The absurdity of the situation made Robin want to laugh. He settled for a smile, though.

"I feel guilty, getting all your attention like this…" Robin purred. Slade had his hands on the boy's thighs, and they were slowly sliding up his hips.

"Don't. You deserve it…" Slade chuckled, and one hand found its way under Robin's torn top, and slid across his stomach. Robin wondered if he should remind the man of the rules, but he had a feeling that Slade already knew about them. "You have a good build for your frame. You work out a lot." The man said, and it wasn't a question.

"Well, you have no idea how demanding the pole can be…" Robin grinned naughtily and winked.

Slade chuckled again, more relax and in a better mood now. Robin decided it was time.

"If you keep that up I won't be able to perform… and it's almost time…" Robin softly protested, and not untruthfully, because Slade's fingers had found his nipples.

"What if I want to keep you here…?" Slade asked.

"But I want to dance… for you…" Robin had leaned in, his lips only millimetres from Slade's. "Besides, if I don't, I'll get fired, and I'll never see you again…" he pouted, drawing back a bit.

"We can't have that, can we?" Slade smirked.

"No, sir…" Robin said seriously, his eyes very wide.

"Scamp…" Slade chucked, but released him. "Very well. But you better be thinking of me."

"Always, Slade…" Robin grinned and slipped off the man's lap.

Robin walked away almost feeling lucky to be alive.

I have to talk to Nick or something…he decided, but soon he had other things on his mind. He danced in a floor cage again, but this time without the cuffs. He enjoyed reaching out and pulling people closer as well as playfully swatting hands away. Red X walked by and Robin quickly grabbed him. He then swiftly lifted himself up, holding onto the bars ot the roof of the cage, and slipped his legs through, winding them around Red's hips. The thief grinned.

"I'm popular today, aren't I?"

"Only if you let me who it is…" Robin grinned back, grinding the two of them together through the bars.

"Sorry love, I have no idea… no one does…" Red said, looking so annoyed that Robin couldn't help but chuckle. It was clear that the young man had really tried.

"Ahhh… a pity… and I had looked forward to that kiss…" Robin pouted and let Red go, haughtily turning his back on him and paying all of his attention to the guests at the other side of the cage. After hearing Red's mutters of protest, Robin took pity on the thief and flashed him a smile, promising to make it up to him later.

Robin danced in the cage the rest of the night, making sure he looked over at Slade's corner now and then to let the man know that he hadn't forgotten him. He had no intention of being dragged away by Slade again, though, and as his 'shift' ended and Nick escorted him to his dressing room, Robin decided he had had enough for tonight.

"I'm cutting the night short." he told Nick quietly. His boss seemed surprised, since Robin usually hung around and spent some time with the guests. "I have a headache…" Robin clarified.

"That's fine. Sure you don't want to say goodbye, though?"

"No… if anyone asks, apologize for me, will you?"

Nick nodded and was about to turn around when Robin thought of something.

"Hey, Nick… the winner… Was he here tonight?"

"No hints, Gray." His boss laughed, and ignored his employees' cursing.

To be continued… I swear!


A/N: Sorry about the rather boring chapter… well… not much action in it anyway… the next chapter will have more, though… since this isn't going to be a long story, things will start happening more quickly… I still haven't come up with en ending, I only have a sort of point-of-no-return…

The blond man, Sade, belongs to GraysonGirl. He is one of her role-play characters and wanted to meet Robin, so… I can't deny him anything, really… the man with him, Ronan, belongs to her too. (trying not to be jealous). I can't write an Irish accent, (can't write any English accents… can write Swedish accents, but that won't help here…) but I tried a little bit… I don't know how Ronan and Sade would act either, really (because SOMEONE hasn't finished the story behind the roleplay, which I am dying to read!) If you want to find out more about these characters, though, and see what they look like, visit GG's gallery on DA… Since I fell in love with them I have tried to paint them as well, so there are two pics in my gallery as well, but for the real ones and some background story, go to Graysongirl's!

Please review, and don't forget to leave suggestions if you have 'em!