A/N: Enjoy it!

Chapter 19

Crime and Punishment

Robin's head was filled with blurry images, he felt like he had just woken up for the first time in his life. He was exhausted, his head throbbed, every muscle ached, and he was immobile.

Eventually he opened his eyes very slowly, a dark bedroom greeted him at first. Ever so slowly his blurry vision cleared and he became aware of where he was. The all to familiar site of his bedroom brought him fully back to reality.

It was his old bedroom, the one in Slade's hilltop manor.

Obviously his brilliant escape hadn't been that brilliant after all. It had just been a rough plan initially, and though Robin had had no clue what he had actually planned to do once he was in the jungle he was disappointed in himself. Hadn't he boasted so stupidly to Slade that he could still be a challenge for the man?

Now look at him, stripped naked… again… and tied to a bed.

WHAT!

Robin anxiously pulled at his arms but they did not budge. He was indeed tied to the bed with some form of very strong cloth. He went to kick his legs up so he could try to use leverage to pull himself free but he soon found his ankles were in the same predicament.

"Fuck!" Robin yelled.

"Language please." The smooth voice said, Robin scanned the room and eventually came to rest on the French doors. They were open and a warm night breeze blew in and tickled his skin. Robin could see the half moon resting perfectly in the center of the open doors.

It would have been beautiful and romantic if not for the large, dark, and scary presence of the man who had just emerged in the doorway.

Robin said nothing, he refused to speak, and he didn't know what he would say anyway. His best bet would be to remain silent as long as his pride and his mouth would allow.

"You know, you've only been here… in this house for about two weeks… give or take a day. On this island is one of the few places I have a hard time keeping track of the days. If there were ever a place that I would retire to it would be here. Isolated, warm, beautiful."

Robin waited for him to go on but he did not for a long time. Robin lay there in silence as the man gazed out over the ocean. He wasn't sure if he should be scared or touched. The idea of Slade retiring was humorous, but the idea of the man being mad at Robin terrified him. Especially in his current problem of being trapped.

Slade finally entered the room and came to sit on the edge of the bed next to Robin. He ran his finger very slowly from the boy's belly button up to his collarbone and then ran his finger back and fourth.

The motion was meant to be tender Robin supposed but it just felt like the calm before the storm.

"If you are going to hurt me… do it now… get it over with." Robin said softly and in a defiant tone.

Slade chuckled, "I thought about it you know… I really did… punishing you in a way that would make you fear me, fear disobeying me. Make you WANT to stay and please me just to keep from getting hurt again… but what would it really accomplish? I want you as my lover, not my sex slave. I want you to want to be with me… I don't want you to fear me." Slade reached up and stroked Robin's cheek with a tender motion.

"What about the bonds?" Robin said pulling at his arms and legs.

"Honestly, I didn't know when you would wake up. You healed rather fast after eating that fruit. I had no clue how long the dart would keep you under. I had to leave the island for a few hours and on the off chance you woke up before I could come back and talk to you I didn't want to take the chance of you running off again. At least not before we could take some time to clarify a few things."

"Clarify what?" Robin asked.

Slade curled a piece of Robin's hair around his fingers and sighed, "About me… I haven't been honest with you… there is too much about my past to tell you in one sitting but I can start with this… I had a family."

Robin froze at the suddenly admittance, "What?" he asked breathlessly.

"After I left the army… I started a family. I had a wife… her name was Addie. She was the most beautiful and intelligent woman I had ever met. We met in the army actually; she was my combat instructor for awhile. We ended up having two children, two boys named Grant and Joey. And they were just like her. And I dare say I loved them more then I had ever loved anyone in my life."

Robin didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do, and didn't know how to feel. Slade had not only had a family but he had been a father. Slade knew the joys of having a family just like Robin did. The man had been happy once.

"You…were happy?" Robin asked.

"Yes… I was very happy… but just like everything else in my life… I ruined it."

"What happened?" Robin asked.

"That doesn't matter…" Slade started.

"It does!" Robin insisted.

Slade stood and rubbed his hands through his hair, "My eldest son Grant… he wanted to be just like me. He tried to do anything I did and often times I wondered if he would be the one to follow in my footsteps."

"What happened to him?" Robin asked completely lost in the story.

"He died… a very horrible death. My younger son Joey… had his throat sliced open and he lost his voice. He is a mute now… though I never see him. Their mother is the reason I no longer have my eye. She shot my eye out with a gun when she learned that my line of work had got one of our children killed and the other mutilated. She took Joey and I haven't seen her of my remaining son since." Slade was looking out at the sky and admired the moon and it's glowing aura.

"Untie me." Robin said softly. Slade turned and walked over to the bed, perhaps this was going to go smoother then he had expected. He sat down again next to Robin and slowly untied his wrists and ankles.

Robin sat up and stared into the face of the man who used to give him nightmares. He put his hands on the man's face who closed his eye and leaned into the boy's hand.

"Why did you finally decide to tell me?" Robin asked kindly.

"I realized that maybe if I had been more open with you you wouldn't have ran. Or at least you would have felt more comfortable with telling me that you wanted to leave. I never said you couldn't you know. It isn't like I can stay on this island forever either. I have business and other things to take care of back in civilization. But I knew out here on this island we would have nothing and no one to keep us from being truthful with each other. Nothing to keep us from showing our true colors. Sadly after all these years of isolation and secrecy I almost messed up my own plan."

Robin looked into the man's grey eye and sighed, "What do you know about me… I mean before I became Robin?" Robin asked.

"I know that your parents were murdered and that the Bat took you in. I never searched much further then that because I didn't need to."

"You know where I came from though? Who my parents were?"

"Yes." Slade said.

"Then you really do know everything about me… I was from the circus… my parents were killed by Tony Zucco… over some stupid protection money Mr. Haley wouldn't pay him. Their lines were cut and I watched them fall all the way down…when they hit the floor I think my mind went blank. Tony Zucco is the only man I ever came close to killing. It's the only time I ever really went across that line. Bruce pulled me back… saved me from myself and from my anger and hate."

The two sat in silence and Slade stood once again in an attempt to shake from him the emotions he wasn't supposed to be feeling.

"It seems a hero or villain does not need much to set them on their path." Slade said.

Robin stood and crossed to the large figure by the doors, he took hold of the man's hand and wrapped them around him. Robin leaned up and kissed the man on the lips.

Slade pulled back a moment and said softly, "Don't start something you won't finish."

"I will finish… and so will you." Robin rubbed his hands up the man's chest.

"You are mine now, whether you stay with me or not." Slade said lifting the boy up and spinning to pin him against the door's frame.

"You can try to keep me but you won't ever be able cage me. I am my own person, my body might be yours now, but my mind and spirit, those are for no one but me."

"I suppose I can learn to live with that." Robin said as he kissed the man again.

Slade moved him to the bed and laid the boy down gently, "This will be our last night together in this bed, our last night in the jungle. How do you want it?" Slade asked, Robin was surprised the man even bothered to ask.

"Slow and gentle to start… after that we will figure something out." Robin said as the man slowly slid off the boy's pants.

Robin sat up and started to remove the man's shirt with slow and trembling hands. "You still shake when we do this." Slade said with a smirk.

"It's from the excitement… not the fear." Robin said reaching the last button.

"But there still is fear isn't there?"

"Yes." Robin said not making eye contact; it was hard for him to admit that on some level he still did fear the man.

"Will you ever not fear me?"

"Will you ever trust me?" Robin replied with another question.

Silence followed as the boy gently removed the shirt from the large man's shoulders, "In time I suppose I could… but it wouldn't be easy since you always try to play the hero."

"Then I suppose some day maybe I could replace my fear of you with something else… if things ever go any further then just sex."

"What else is there besides sex?" Slade said smirking as he removed his own pants and boxers.

"There is love I guess." Robin said softly, Slade turned and looked at the boy's sad eyes. He was looking down at his hands, which rested lifelessly on the mattress.

"Let's not think of it tonight. Instead let's focus on our final time together before we both go back to civilization." Robin looked up at him and suddenly he regretted ever trying to escape from this man.

Slade sat down across from him and pulled the boy onto his lap, Robin wrapped his legs around Slade's back and put his hands on Slade's big thick shoulders. Slade pulled a small vile of lube from his pants, which were strewn across the bed. He prepped Robin quickly and silently and when he felt like the boy was ready Slade guided the young boy towards his erect member.

"Remember, soft and slow to start." Robin whispered.

"As you wish." Slade whispered into the boy's eye as he gently brought the boy down on his member.

Robin laid his head against the man's shoulder and bit his lip, he tried to relax and allow it to happen because he wanted it to happen. He wanted this man to be in him one more time before he had to become Robin again. Before there small peaceful truth had to once again fly off the handled into an angry rivalry.

Slade slid in slowly inch-by-inch and felt Robin's heat wrap around his stiff shaft. He was using every ounce of strength he had to keep from pounding the tar out of the boy, in the end it would all be worth it. Robin bit Slade's shoulder in an attempt to keep from moaning to loud but Slade whispered to him, "No, I want to hear you moan." Robin released his deathly hold and allowed the soft noise to escape over his now swollen lip.

Slade took Robin by the hips and very slowly started to move the boy up and down, "Oh God." Robin whispered.

"No, it's just me." Slade teased in a soothing voice. Robin rubbed his hands up and down the man's back as Slade kept the raw act they were performing at a slow and even pace.

"You know Robin… my beautiful little Robin, it's hard work keeping myself from drilling into you, but I have a feeling this orgasm will be better then any I have ever had."

Robin gasped slightly and dug his nails into Slade's skin, the man tensed and dropped Robin so that his ass smacked against the man's legs. Robin's back stiffened and he felt like he might be on the edge.

"Again." Robin whispered with an airy voice.

Slade complied and lift Robin up only to let him drop back down with a quick smack. The boy moaned loudly this time bite Slade's neck.

"If you mark me I get to mark you back." Slade whispered.

"Then do it." Robin bite back in almost a challenging way. Slade changed positions so Robin was on his back; he lay down on top of the boy and rested his head in the nape of the boy's neck. He started to very slowly pump in and out. He felt Robin reacting as well and turned to face the boy's ear.

"Take hold of yourself, I want you to jerk off to me fucking you."

And just like that the few moments of slow paced lovemaking were over and they were back to their own savagery. Robin complied, all to ready to feel the pleasure flood his body. He played and fondled himself as the large beast above him took him over and over.

"You're always to tight." Slade hissed and Robin smiled.

They had to have fucked for a least a good twenty minutes before Slade lifted his hips and directly stroked Robin's prostate with the head of his length.

Robin's back arched and he barreled through the climax like a cheetah ripping through the plains of Africa after his meal. He felt Slade shove himself in all the way and they came simultaneously. Robin felt Slade fill him with his hot seed and Slade felt Robin's tightness convulsing around his huge length. They stayed frozen in that position for a long time.

Eventually they collapsed next to each other and breathed in deep the smell of their work, sex, sweat, and no regret. It was the best thing Robin had ever smelled or experienced.

Slade pulled Robin into his side and as the boy drifted off into sleep Slade whispered to him, "You are my little Robin aren't you?"

The boy nodded his head sleepily and then passed into the world of dreams that always seemed to bubble just below his subconscious. Slade, satisfied with how things turned out had no fear of going back to the city. Even if he didn't see Robin again for months or even years… he had a part of the boy no one else ever would and it belonged only to him.

A/N: Okay! The next chapter is the final chapter so if anyone is in to much despair don't be. If I can get the rest of my stories caught up and or finished I plan to make a sequel. So one more chappy!