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Not mine.A/N: New chapter! Long chapter! Please enjoy.
Innocent Games 4: Green
The next day Robin was grateful for coming home early the night before, because when the alarm went off it was very serious. Fire.
The Titan's arrived at the scene at an amazing speed, but it was clear that there was nothing they could do to save the building. Inside, though, voices were screaming for help. Little voices. Children.
"Titans go!" Robin ordered and they all ran into the inferno. Robin's chest swelled with pride as he realized that his team remembered all the times they had practised for this eventuality. Raven threw up shields to make sure they weren't hit by falling debris, Cy was scanning for life signals and Beast Boy had turned into a gorilla, clearing the way to the nearly collapsed stairwell with the help of Starfire.
"Third floor, five of them!" Cy cried out over the roar of the fire.
The heat and the smoke were terrible, and Robin slipped his breathing mask on.
"You are too heavy to get up there, Cy, get out and talk to someone, find out if they think there might be more people here." Robin ordered, while grasping Starfire's hand.
"Let's go! BB, don't turn into anything heavy up there, let's just get the kids out the window!"
Robin let himself be carried by Starfire, as he didn't want to use his jump-cord in here. They quickly found the right room and five crying children.
"Rae, try to seal off the door, we are getting those windows open and I don't want the fresh oxygen to make this worse… " Robin explained quickly before bending down to pick one of the kids up.
"It's okay, you are safe now." he told them. "Are there anyone else here?"
"M-Mister Jacobs…" an older child hulked and pointed to another room. "The-the door is locked and-and- he won't come out…"
Robin nodded at Starfire, letting her know to take a look, and with BB's help they got the window's open. BB jumped out and turned into a pterodactyl in the air. With Robin's help he grabbed two of the younger kids in his claws and took off.
Starfire came out of the adjoining room, after having to break the door down, but one look at her face told Robin that the man inside was beyond help. He wondered briefly about that, but he had kids to save.
"Star, can you take two? I think Raven is pretty maxed out. I'll take this one…" he said, indicating the small boy in his arms.
Starfire nodded and without daring to wait another second, Robin took a firm hold of the child and jumped. Judging his actions perfectly he shot his grapple hook at the next building and managed to swing down quite gently. As soon as he landed he was met by a crowd and he handed the child over to a woman in the front, who thanked him profoundly. Robin had already stopped listening, though, and was heading back towards his team.
"Cy? What do we know?"
"Orphanage. All kids accounted for, but the manager is missing."
"That wouldn't happen to be a Mr. Jacobs, would it?"
"Yeah?"
"Well… sorry, but I think the fire claimed him…" Robin said sadly. If they only had come a bit sooner!
"Forgive me, but I do not." Starfire interrupted, and Robin turned to her.
"No?"
"No… because… fires do not make human's heads fall off, do they?"
In spite of being half baked, Robin suddenly turned cold.
"No, Star… not usually…" he spun around, letting his eyes quickly roam over the alleys and rooftops. Catching the merest hint of a movement on a roof a few buildings away, he instantly started running.
"Make sure the fire doesn't spread! I'm gonna check something!" he yelled back towards his bewildered team.
He landed quietly on the building next to the one where he had seen the movement. He knew whoever it was who was up here had seen him coming. The question was, would they run or would they attack? Another movement two rooftops over told Robin he had a runner. Taking off after his prey the boy grinned to himself. He loved his job.
Moments later he was considering visiting the unemployment office, though. The shadow he had seen had vanished. He was sure he was getting closer and then… nothing… Robin muttered to himself. One would think that being on a roof gave a great view, but since this was the older part of town there were plenty of chimneys, as well as ventilation pipes and all kinds of odd ends and corners. Robin turned one of them and almost impaled himself on a bloody sword.
"Sloppy, Robin." the masked man tutted.
Jumping back, out of Slade's immediate reach, Robin snarled.
"Started playing with knifes, Slade? Watched too many ninja-movies?"
"Actually, the swords are my first choice when it comes to weapons… Guns demand very little skill." the man said calmly, moving slightly more into the open.
"And it took skill, did it? To slaughter that poor man?"
Slade chuckled.
"Touché, Robin. No, it was fairly simple."
"Was there a reason, or did you just feel like it?"
The man actually shrugged.
"Business."
"He ran an orphanage, damnit, what did he ever do to you?" Robin whipped out his bo-staff, extending it. He knew it would be as effective as a wet noodle against Slade's sword, but it felt good holding it at least.
"He overstepped his boundaries."
"Oh, I see…. yes, clearly he had to die. Sorry I bothered you…" Robin snorted. "You will not get away with killing innocent men in my city, Slade."
"Innocent?" Slade chuckled. "What if I told you that he really enjoyed running that orphanage, Robin? Especially the boys ward?"
Robin swallowed, feeling slightly nauseous.
"Yeah, right, Slade. And you are suddenly the defender of children? I'm touched." Robin was merely stalling for time now, hoping one of his team-mates would wonder what was keeping him soon.
"Hardly." the man chuckled again. "But he had something of mine…"
"What?"
The man moved so quickly that Robin barely saw it. The tip of Slade's sword came to rest much too close to his face. But Robin wasn't staring at the sword itself, but on what was now skewered on its tip… a small piece of paper with the words 'I O U 1 B-job /Gray'.
It seemed like an eternity before Robin could tear his eyes away and look up at Slade. There was not even any point denying it, Slade knew. The man retrieved the note from the sword and tilted his head.
"Cat got you tongue? I really hope not…. you see, this man won the auction… he didn't really have the money though, so he simply decided to cash in on the insurance. He called a few kids up to his office, waited for the fire to take hold and had planned to bring them out, making him the big hero. That would not only make the insurance people more willing to pay, the charity money would be pouring in. Alas, I had other plans and waited for him in his office. Must admire his resolve, though…" Slade added as an afterthought.
Robin still could only stare at the man, feeling numb. His world, well both of them, was about to collapse around him… just because of one stupid little note.
"As I now have this, I expect the debt to be paid." Slade said sternly. "So what are you waiting for?"
Robin suddenly snapped out of his daze.
"What? Here? Now? No."
"I'm not sure this allows you to say no…" Slade said, sounding like he was pondering the question.
Robin's shoulders slumped. He was screwed. He knew it.
"I'll be at the club tonight, Slade." he said quietly, looking at the ground.
"Agreed."
Robin was slightly surprised and looked up, but the man had vanished.
I hate when people do that…
Robin thought to himself, before turning around, almost being knocked over by a green bird."What was that? That was Slade!" BB said as soon as he had transformed, not noticing that he was answering his own question. "You were just talking with the guy?"
"Did you notice the sword at my throat?" Robin growled.
"No?" BB said, looking puzzled. Robin realized that Slade had pulled the sword away after showing him the note.
"Well, he had one. He killed that guy."
"What?! Then why-"
"Slade told me something important… come on, let's go." Robin put a stop to any more questions by simply jumping off the building. As he landed by the destroyed orphanage a few minutes later he quickly located the police officer in charge and told him everything Slade had told him. Well. Not everything, he left the personal bits out, but he made sure the rest went on record so these kids, if Slade had told the truth, would get help.
Rejoining the Titans he faced four pairs of questioning eyes. Clearly BB had told them about what he had seen.
"Yes, it was Slade…" Robin started and then told them the same story he had told the officer. The others had barely time to nod before the alarm went off again.
"Guess who?" Cy said dryly after checking the data. "It's Red X."
"Oh, for fucks sake…" Robin started, but stopped himself as he heard a gasp. His team's eyes were even wider now. "Oh, get over it!" Robin snarled. "Where to, Cy?"
"High street."
"Then let's go!"
Robin was not exactly focussed, and that might explain why he an hour later found himself struggling to get out of the red, sticky mess the thief's' shurikens had turned into.
"When I'll get a hold of him…" Robin muttered, helping Beast Boy up as well. He realized he might see the annoying teen at the club tonight and cursed under his breath. He didn't want to think about tonight…
"Dude, I hate this!" BB complained, trying to get most of the stuff off. "Can't we take a break now? Pizza?"
"You really want to eat something sticky after this?" Raven asked dryly. She had suffered the least as she had managed to slip back into a wall before she was hit.
"Pizza's always pizza!" BB grinned, making the others sigh.
"All right, pick some up then…" Robin said. "I'm going back to the Tower. I need a shower."
It wasn't until early evening the Titans saw their unusually hostile leader again, when Robin was digging through the fridge, trying to find something fit for human consumption.
"Robin? Please, why do you have the grumps?" Starfire asked carefully.
Robin sighed. He knew from experience that his team wouldn't stop harassing him until he had spilled his guts, and he couldn't have then knocking on his door when he wasn't there.
"I'm sorry, Star…" he said, giving up his search. Whatever Starfire had cooked last night had eaten everything else. "It's just… Slade brings out the worst in me, you know… he really gets to me and Red X didn't make it better… I guess I'm just having a bad day…" Robin added.
Yeah, the day from hell for a hero… he thought darkly to himself. He had no idea it would get twice as bad in only a few hours.
"I do understand, friend." Starfire said softly.
As if. Robin snorted to himself, still in a foul mood.
"Thank you. Actually, I think I'll head to bed early…" he said out aloud. "Let's do something fun tomorrow, though… what do you want to do?"
"Oh, perhaps a pic and nic at the beach?" Star exclaimed.
"Yeah! Beach volley ball!" Cy added.
"I'm not cleaning the sand out of your systems this time, dude…" BB warned his friend. "And there will be a lot of if, 'cause I will kick. Your. Metal. Ass.
"Oh. Beach. Great." Raven muttered, but Robin knew she would go, and later admit she had a nice day.
"Then it's settled." Robin said, forcing himself to smile. "But tonight I have a headache and a bad mood to deal with… 'Night…"
"Have a good night, Robin!" Star called after him, and he nodded.
Good night… yeah, right…
There were still a few hours left until he could leave, so Robin plopped down on his bed and closed his eyes. This was so messed up! He had been prepared for the fact that it might have been Slade who won the auction, and frankly, he would have thought that was kinda… nice… a very naughty kinda nice, but still… he was attracted to the man, after all, there was no denying that… But Slade finding out had changed everything… Slade knew…. Robin groaned. How long? At least since before the man approached him, Robin figured. And Robin had been flirting…. Aaaahhhhrrrrggg! If there was any justice in the world he should be dead by embarrassment by now, damnit! Slade would just love seeing him like this… the man probably expected him to beg… to argue with Nick about the fact that Slade hadn't actually won the note in the auction… Robin would have loved to do that, and he thought Nick might agree with him, but there was this little tiny problem of Slade knowing who he was… and Robin had no idea how the man would use that.
Maybe I'll better start packing...
Robin suddenly pressed his jaws together until they creaked. He would not let Slade gloat! He would not grovel. He would pay the debt and then Slade would see that Robin, if he agreed to be a toy, at least was a toy with a really, really, big warning label.
Robin felt a small smirk play on his lips. They needed him, not the other way around… That's how it had always been. Why change that? If Slade played the identity-card the man would lose him, Robin would make sure he knew that…
You might just find out, Slade... that I own YOU…
Finally at the club, Robin decided to wear a pair of faded green cut off jeans, and a red short t-shirt that showed off his stomach and was riddled with bullet-holes. The choice of colour was deliberate. If Slade wanted him as Robin, he wouldn't hide his colours, the boy figured…
I'm not ashamed of who I am, and I will NOT act like it…
Nevertheless, Robin still had to take a very deep breath before walking into the club, and his nerves were worn thin.
He quickly scanned the room, but couldn't see Slade. Nick, however, was walking towards him, looking displeased.
"Hey, Gray… bad news…the one who won the auction… he's dead."
"I know. Slade told me. He has the note." Robin said truthfully. He had to explain this to Nick anyway, before the man suggested another auction.
"I see." Nick looked like he wanted to ask some more questions, but didn't. What his staff did on their personal time wasn't his concern, as long as it didn't affect their work. "Well, I will ask him for the sum he bid to make it valid." Nick decided, all business.
"Oh… so he did bid on me?" Robin couldn't help but grin.
"Of course." Nick looked surprised that Robin had doubted it "But the winner came in late and bid a ridiculous amount… I don't think he was quite… sane…"
"Ridiculous?" Robin chuckled "I can't imagine what that might have been…?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars for a blowjob… if that isn't crazy, I don't know what is…"
Robin made a little hiccupping noise.
"I... wow… yes… crazy…"
And because of it, around fifty kids had lost what little they had.
I really have a good impact on the community, don't I? Robin shook his head as he entered the stage.
Robin's performance that night was good, mainly because he wanted to show Slade, if the man had appeared, that he wasn't bothered… which naturally wasn't at all true, but acting like it helped. His heart wasn't in it, though.
He suddenly spotted Slade coming in, and almost lost his grip on the pole. He watched Nick walk up to him, and after a few seconds Slade nodded and handed the man an envelope. Robin knew what that meant. He had been bought. Giving the crowd beneath the podium his full attention, he completely ignored the secluded corner where he knew Slade would be, pretending he had never seen the man at all. That only lasted as long as his performance, however, and if Robin thought he would be able to slip away into the crowd afterwards, he was sourly disappointed.
"Gray! Slade wants to see you." Nick shouted the moment Robin jumped off the stage.
"Nu-huh, I saw him first…" Red grinned, coming up to them. "Good show, baby, but you seemed a bit preoccupied… is it because you have a crush on me? Can't stop thinking about me, can you?"
Robin laughed, but then he remembered that he was supposed to be pissed off at the thief from earlier that day. It was perhaps a bit unfair to Red, but hey…
"Yes, but you never buy me any flowers, so I have moved on…" Robin said, with a mockingly regretful tone. "My heart is breaking, naturally, but I have to do it… for me… Goodbye my love…" he added, with a hand dramatically thrown over his eyes like he was in tears, and he hurried away. He was able to pick up a:
"All right, so are tulips okay?" before he got out of earshot. This is why he arrived at Slade's booth grinning.
"In a good mood, Robin?" Slade asked, looking somewhat intrigued.
"Oh yes, I have been looking forward to this…" Robin smiled rather coldly now. "And call me Gray."
"No one can hear us, Robin… your secret is safe… for now…"
"Do you wanna talk of have the best experience of you life? Your choice…" Robin cut him off, not wanting, or needing, to hear any threats right now.
"So sure of yourself? Well…" Slade moved in a few seats into the booth. "Get under the table, then…"
This rattled Robin a bit and he glanced around.
"We do have rooms here, you know? Or I could show you a nice romantic corridor? Storeroom? Janitors' closet?"
"They all sound nice, but let's save them for later, shall we?" Slade chuckled. "Are you shy? I've asked Nick to make sure we are not disturbed…"
Robin glanced back again and noticed that Bill and Bull, the twin bouncers, had taken up positions, making sure no one entered this area. They did have privacy, especially in the dark booth, and Robin figured that this was another way Slade tried to throw him off balance.
Well screw you, Mister… it won't be that easy…
"You are so considerate…" Robin snickered, and, eyes on Slade, he took a step forward and sank down on his knees, pushing the table aside to make room. He ran his hands up the man's thighs and down again, parting his knees. Slade wore a nice pair of dressy slacks and Robin found it slightly amusing how the man could wear a tight spandex and Kevlar outfit, but apparently wouldn't even put on fitted jeans in private. He chuckled.
"What is so funny?" Slade wanted to know.
"Oh, I just realized that I need to take you shopping for some tight leather pants…" Robin purred. "Now lean back and relax… let me take care of you…" to Robin's amazement Slade followed his advice, giving him better access in the process. Robin grinned in his small victory and finally let his hands follow Slade's inseam until they found their target. He could feel the hardening length straining against the cloth, and caressed it teasingly.
"Quite eager, aren't you?" Robin smiled.
"Likewise, I'm sure…" Slade snorted and Robin laughed.
"…you bet…"
Since it was a blowjob, not a hand job, that was promised, Robin unbuttoned the top of the pants, bent forward, and, still looking up at Slade he grasped the zipper in his teeth and pulled down slowly.
Finally freed, Slade's cock almost burst out of its confinement and Robin all but jumped.
"Going commando, Slade?"
"For your benefit, my little bird…"
"Again, you are so considerate… I feel loved…" Robin smirked and let his eyes wander down to his target. "Quite a big boy, aren't you…?" he said and wet his lips. Slade didn't comment, but Robin wasn't expecting it. He couldn't help himself, and let his fingers trace the sides of the man's shaft in a feathery touch he knew could drive men mad. As on cue, Slade grunted.
"Patience, Slade…" Robin said, his voice full of glee. Moving closer he breathed on the swollen head, alternating between doing it up close and from a distance, so his breath seemed hot or cold. Looking up at the man again, he then stuck his tongue out and ran it all the way from the base of the man's cock to the top. He let it flutter there, probing into the slit, drawing patterns, before moving away again. Robin let himself taste the man. He had learned long ago to be able to ignore both taste and smell when necessary, but with Slade, he had to admit, he didn't need to. Slade was clean, and Robin felt a real pang of gratitude towards the man this time… Slade could have ignored to shower, after all, if he wanted to make this harder on him… but he hadn't. Robin didn't know what that meant, if anything, but he was nonetheless grateful. Robin nibbled now, grazing the silky, sensitive skin carefully with his teeth, letting his tongue out afterwards, soothingly. He was completely preoccupied with the texture, taste and smell, and had almost forgotten about Slade himself.
He finally decided to be merciful, and took the head in his mouth, never breaking eye contact he, in one quick movement, slid his mouth all the way down.
Robin heard Slade gasp, and hummed around the root, eliciting another soft sound from the man.
Didn't think I knew how to deep throat, did you, Slade? Robin grinned to himself, still humming contently. The pressure in his throat was uncomfortable, though, and he started moving his head, sucking first hard, then softly, trying to find what Slade liked best. His hands came up and fondled the man's balls, playing with them, before Robin left the cock for a moment, sucking them into his mouth one at a time. He would feel them tighten, a sure sign that the man was close, and he went back to the cock again. He tried to draw it out a bit longer, but judging by the bit back sounds Slade was making, the man was impatient. Robin let the shaft deep into his throat again, and just as he felt that Slade was about to come, he lifted himself up, only keeping the head in his mouth, and sucked hard.
With a grunt Slade came, ropes of cum hitting the roof of Robin's mouth. He swallowed, making sure that Slade felt him doing so, and sucked again, drawing another, weaker, orgasm from the man's body.
Robin dutifully cleaned the softening cock with his tongue and made Slade decent again. With a cold smirk he stood up.
"I believe the debt is paid. If you would excuse me?"
Slade snorted, grabbed Robin, and once more he found himself straddling the man's lap.
"You are not going anywhere, my bird…"
"I don't belong to you, Slade. Let me go, before I have to call Nick." Robin hissed. He expected Slade to start threatening him but the man just smiled easily.
"There is no need." Slade chuckled and raised his hand. Robin turned his head to see Nick coming over. He relaxed. His boss would set Slade straight.
"What can I do for you?" Nick asked with a smile. Robin saw the little, worried frown, though, and was sure that the man understood the problem.
"I'm interested in Gray, but he seems to have some objections…" Slade said, like he was complaining about some faulty product.
"Is that so?" Nick turned his attention to Robin, and the teen swallowed. Nick didn't seem that understanding at all. "Gray, you have only worked here for a few months, and Slade has been a regular since the club opened five years ago. What he wants, he gets. Is that understood? If not, you will have to find another job. I would be sorry to lose you, but these are house rules, and I expect you to follow them."
Robin looked at the man, his jaw having dropped a while back, and he tried to say something when Nick turned back to Slade. "However, I'm sure you are aware of the promised auction, and I would appreciate if you respected that arrangement. The club wouldn't look good otherwise. Naturally, after the auction, at any time you wish… If I had known that you were this interested beforehand…"
Slade nodded. "Of course I will respect that rule. I would, however, like Gray to be exclusively with me when I am present and he is not performing."
"Naturally." Nick nodded and looked at Robin. "Unless you have any more objections?"
Robin thought quickly. He would love to kick both of them in the face and storm out, but that would mean no more dancing, no more being… him… he very well knew that there wasn't any other club like this in the city… The ones there where, were decisively worse, and he doubted he would be a virgin much longer if he went to one of them. Maybe he could work out a deal with Slade if he stayed…
"No sir." he mumbled, and lowered his head. He felt Slade's hands tighten around his waist, and starting to slide up his sides.
"Good. I hope you have at least paid your debt?" Nick continued.
"He did." Slade answered for him.
"And was it to your satisfaction?" Nick asked, sounding like he expected to be told that Robin had bit the man.
"Gray was excellent. I have no complaints."
"Glad to hear it." Nick nodded, sounding somewhat impressed. "Enjoy your evening, Slade."
"I will." the man purred.
As Nick walked away, Robin looked at Slade and growled quietly.
"Slade… the auction…?"
"Yes?"
"That, my dear, might not happen in years. You might have to wait until I'm actually legal…"
"Really?" Slade didn't sound dejected at all. "We'll see about that…"
Robin muttered something under his breath and tried to put as much distance between them as possible. Slade wouldn't have that, though, and tightened his grip, pulling Robin even closer than ever.
Robin remembered his promise to himself that Slade would not own him, he would own Slade. He shifted in a way he knew was… stimulating, and gave the man a haughty look. The good thing about this position was that they were more or less of the same height.
"So I am to spend my evenings in your lap? Sounds boring…" Robin drawled.
"Then we'll make it interesting…" Slade chuckled. "I can think of a few things…"
"Me too…" Robin purred, leaning in. Slade's eyebrows rose in a 'what-are-you-trying-to-pull'-fashion. "But, unfortunately, it's time for my other shift." Robin drew back. "And you will have to let me go for that…"
"You will return to me as soon as it's over." Slade ordered, reluctantly letting Robin slip off his lap.
"Naturally… I mean, why wouldn't I want to be in a dark, empty corner with you, when there is a great crowd and music at the other side of the room?" Robin smirked and blew the man a kiss. "I'll miss you something dreadful!"
"I'm sure you will…" Slade just smirked and leaned back in the couch, his arms stretched out on the backrests.
Robin frowned a bit as he walked back. He was purposefully trying to push Slade into letting him know what he had planned to do if Robin didn't obey… the man had barely mentioned any threats yet, though, and before he knew what exactly he was up against, Robin didn't quite know how to handle the situation.
He was supposed to take a hanging cage tonight, something of his day off, but he didn't, because he knew that the more hands that were on him, the more aggravated Slade would be.
Robin soon managed to lose himself in the music and jumped a bit as someone spoke in his ear.
"For you, beautiful…"
Robin opened his eyes and looked up at Red. He looked down at what the teen was holding, and then looked up at him again.
"What is that?"
"It's a flower! For you!" Red grinned, waving the rather sad thing around.
"That's not a flower, that's a weed… where did you get it?"
Red shrugged.
"Grew in the asphalt out back… What? Do you know how hard it is to find flowers at this time of night?"
Robin laughed.
"I'm sorry, it's beautiful, Red…"
"Worth a kiss?" The thief asked hopefully.
Robin hesitated for a moment, but as he really needed to make an impression on Slade…
"Oh, yes…" he said, tilting his head back. Red looked surprised for a moment before delight took over. Robin felt the other teen's hands caressing his face, and as their lips met, Red's hands slipped into his hair and around his neck, drawing him closer.
The kiss was actually quite spectacular. Red really knew what he was doing, and Robin felt like he should be taking notes. Suddenly it came to an end as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
"Ow!"
"Hang on… you got something in your hair…" Red explained trying to dislodge it.
"Ow-ow-ow- just get it ou-" Robin stopped as he saw what was on the thief's fingers.
Shit.
It was red, it was stickier than chewing gum, and there was no way in hell the thief wouldn't recognize it. Robin could only watch as the realization hit Red, his eyes getting wider by the second as they went from Robin to the remains of his own weapon.
"Holy Mother of God, fuck me slowly…" Red whispered.
"I think that was the worst case of blasphemy I have ever heard…" Robin said with awe in his voice. The other teen was beginning to panic, though, and Robin thought quickly. He couldn't afford for Red to start outing him to the rest of the crowd, so he quickly opened the door to the cage and pulled the other boy in.
"You… you… you…" Red stuttered.
"Yes… shut up…" Robin told him, pressing him up against the bars. He kept his mouth close to the other's ear, and it probably looked like they were making out.
"So that's how you knew I was planning to steal the sapphire necklace!" Red suddenly exclaimed. Robin thanked the loud music for keeping the conversation private.
"Yes. I'm sorry about that, but the old lady was so attached to it…"
"I heard the crazy bint threw it in the sea!"
"Yeah? Well… up to that point…" Robin tried.
"I can't freakin´believe it!" Red's eyes were roaming over Robin's body like he had never seen him before. "I mean, I knew that you were devoted, but this?"
It took a second before Robin understood what Red meant.
"What? No! No, I'm not under cover, you suit-stealing self-centered moron! I come here because I want to!"
A few seconds of staring at each other and Red broke out in a grin.
"So you do have a crush on me? How sweet… Well, I get it, really… I mean, the danger… the thrill…"
"The idiotic conversations…" Robin continued with a growl. "No, Red, I admit you're hot, but that's it…"
Red snorted, clearly stating that he didn't believe a word. The older teen glanced around and then leaned closer to Robin's ear.
"Hey, you know that the one eyed man is Slade, don't you? Shouldn't you stay well away from him?"
"Yeah… I figured… but this morning I found out the he knows who I am too…"
"Ooowww… so that's why you have been acting like his personal petting-zoo all night?"
"I guess I'm his bitch now or something…" Robin growled darkly.
"Yeah, he owns you…" Red agreed. "Sooo… what, exactly, are you going to do to make me keep my mouth shut, huh?" he then grinned and swung them around so Robin now was the one pressed against the bars.
The hero stared up at him desperately.
"No, not you too…" he moaned.
To be continued…
A/N: if you didn't pick up the Titanic-reference, I'm disappointed in you and you have to reread this chapter. grin The other thing I "borrowed" might not be so easy to pick up on, though… It was the name of the bouncers: Bill and Bull. They are characters from the very popular Swedish children's books by Gösta Knutsson called "Pelle Svanslös" (Svanslös means "tail-less", "without a tail"). The first book is from 1939 and the story is about a cat called Pelle who comes to the Swedish city of Uppsala. He makes a lot of friends (also cats) but gets bullied by the alley-cat Måns and his two companions Bill and Bull (think Crabbe and Goyle) because he (surprise!) has no tail, since a rat bit it off when he was a kitten… The books have been translated, but I don't know if they have been published in English… if they have, I guess all the names have been changed… well…
About this chapter, then… guess a lot happened, huh? I just let it, since I can't imagine that there will be so many more chapters… it's just that… I'm a bit stuck again… I don't exactly know where to go right now… have a few things set up, but… Most of you wants me to keep it on the lighter side, and I want to stay there too, but between Slade and Red, I can't help but think that poor Robin might suffer a bit… depending on their plans…
Robin's attitude, then… I think he will cling really hard to his cockiness, because I think he would break down from the stress without it… but tell me what you think!
Any suggestions for an ending? You know I like open ones, but maybe that is lazy… ;o) Please suggest one like "Everybody on earth dies except Slade, Red and Robin, who all suddenly realize that they are straight"…. or something… -grin-