A/N: Final chapter. A day late, unfortunately. I ended up getting called back into work after working all of Tuesday for an overnight shift so I didn't get a chance to upload this. Yay for 19 hour shifts haha.

Happy Birthday Wynja! Or Happy belated birthday ;) either way, I hope you have enjoyed this small story even though it doesn't compare to all your wonderful writing :)

CHAPTER 3 – Understanding the Past

Despite the impending arrival of Slade, all three of them were quiet and unmoving. Still trying to digest everything that had come to light in the last few hours.

"Superman's real name is Clark?" Red's excited voice blurts out, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the room after all of them had finished listening to the recording.

"Yeah cuz that is what you should take away from that entire conversation," Roy sighed, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"Oh god, Clark as in Clark Kent? That nerdy, kinda famous journalist that is on TV sometimes, that guy is Superman? Wow...how has no one figured that out yet?"

"Red, focus, that isn't important right now." Roy then quickly glanced at Robin, who was sitting on the floor, like he was in a state of shock. He really didn't blame him, they were all surprised at the turn of events. "How do you even know who Clark Kent is, anyway?" he said, now eyeing the Thief.

"I seen him on TV before and I remembered who he was cause he is hot as fuck," Red stated. He then grinned slightly, his face still uncovered from earlier. "Plus I read his newspaper columns online. I might have had an obsession at one point, but I will deny that if anyone asks."

"Anyways..." the Archer grounds out with narrowed eyes behind his mask, while shaking his head. He turns back to Robin, who was now standing up, looking almost determined. Like he had taken a minute to collect his thoughts and had now decided on the best course of action.

"Hey, at least now we know that Slade still has enormous heart eyes for our resident blue-eyed beauty here, so that's something..."

"That's not..." Roy began to say, but Robin cuts him off when he finally speaks. Having been silent for almost twenty minutes now.

"Guys, I think you should clear out before Slade gets here. He and I have some things we need to talk about."

"Are you...gonna be okay?" Roy asks, his heart still pounding from the things he had heard from the recording. That Superman of all people had been the only reason Batman wasn't currently dead. That Slade had sounded almost frantic, his tone uneven as he tried to give the Dark Knight an out over and over again, but the dark hero just wouldn't stop. The comments about Robin having been with Slade at fifteen years old? All of this was just so unexpected.

"Yeah kid, we can stick around or-"

"No." Robin cuts off Red now, then turns to his better half, his face unreadable. An emotionless mask sliding into place. "I think this is a me and him type of conversation, yeah?"

Roy nods his head slowly, but doesn't look totally convinced. "Yeah..."

"Slade is closing in fast guys, he'll be here in a few minutes." Red was looking at his phone, watching Slade's tracker on the App! "Damn he doesn't waste any time, does he?"

Roy took a few steps towards Robin and rested a supportive hand on the young mercenary's shoulder, "are you sure you don't need some back up?"

Robin gave the Archer a small rueful smile. "No, but thanks..."

"Okay, but come by later so we can talk, alright? Call me if something comes up, yeah?" Roy seems hesitant, like he doesn't want to leave Robin alone right now.

The mercenary nods his head at the hero and watches as they both leave through the giant hole in the roof.

With the redheads gone, he slowly glances around the room, the smell of blood potent and present every time he inhales. He is still clenching the batarang in his hand, a constant reminder that Bruce had dared to come to their city and attack his husband. His old mentor had caused so much grief and pain.

Like he usually does...

Robin huffs out a frustrated noise and uses his grappling hook to hoist him up into the rafters high above him.

There, he would wait for his one-eyed lover.

When Slade finally made his way inside the Outpost, he didn't see Robin anywhere, even though his watch indicated that his young lover was indeed present. He quickly reached the Command Room, his single eye glancing around; nothing seemed any different than the last time he had been here.

He began searching the different rooms that were above ground and came up empty handed, his husband nowhere to be found. He finally gave up about ten minutes later when he couldn't find any trace of Robin anywhere in the building. He continued back to the command room, perhaps to check the cameras, and looked at his watch again, the tracker was signalling that Robin was here, so then where...?

"Lookin' for me?" Came a soft voice above him.

Slade tensed for a moment, but then relaxed a bit when his single eye locked onto Robin's form. He was sitting upwards, balanced up in the steel rafters, next to the large hole that Superman had created earlier in the week. He wasn't looking at the man however, but at a batarang clenched tightly in his fist. His eyes hard and cold.

Slade felt an uneasy feeling churn in his gut at Robin's solemn expression.

"I don't even know what I am more furious about," Robin spoke up again, his voice almost light. He sounded tired, reserved. The calm before the storm."The fact that Batman came to kill you or that you covered it up and never told me."

Slade didn't know what to say so he stayed quiet.

Robin scoffed at his husbands silence, raising an annoyed eyebrow down at the man. "Oh and by the way, you didn't do that great of a job hiding your tracks because I had this place taped a while ago; remember my invention? Guess its my turn to be disappointed in you, huh?"

"So you know then?" Slade finally asked, wincing slightly at his young lover's words, but unable to deny that he had had that coming, in spades.

"Yeah Slade, I heard everything."

"How did you know to look here?"

Robin made an annoyed sound. "The kids came looking for me a few hours ago, we tracked your location here and it didn't take long to put two-and-two together, obviously. Especially once we found this." There was a swoosh of air as Robin flicked his wrist, sending the batarang flying down through the air to land in front of Slade's feet, hitting the floor and lodging itself upwards perfectly.

Slade scowled down at the weapon. It was the cause of all their problems in the last week. The light caught the familiar bat-like shape and shined, almost like it was mocking him. The silence in the air was heavy, neither really knowing what to say or how to start this conversation that they desperately needed to have.

"You made me think that you ..." Robin started to blurt out and then stopped for a second, like he was composing himself. "I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore. I thought you were saying that either I shape up or ship out...that you were sick of me."

"Robin...that's not..."

"Yeah, I know that now, obviously! But why did I have to hear about it over some stupid recording? After we had some stupid dumb fight. Why didn't you just tell me?!"

The pain in Robin's voice was what spurred Slade into action. It didn't take the man long to climb up and position himself on the rafters, making his way to where his young lover was sitting. Robin had crossed his arms over his chest, closing himself off a little bit once he realized that Slade was making a beeline for him. The man stopped only a few feet away, still standing, but keeping close to him. It was dark, but the light shining through the damaged ceiling was providing some light from the moon.

Robin could tell that Slade seemed uneasy, good! he should be...

"I haven't gotten sick of you Robin. In fact, our entire fight stemmed from me being overprotective, wanting to keep you as close as possible, out of danger, to keep you safe, to keep you with me forever."

Robin couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Our fight was because Bruce got into your head and you decided to keep me out of the loop and pick a fight with me."

"Yes, I will agree with that. But... and I know you won't like what I am about to say, but some of what I said to you the other day is the truth, as much as you don't want to hear it."

Robin snorted, his tone annoyed. "I know I am a little too lax with my safety Slade, but that is no excuse for what you said to me. No excuse for not telling me that Bruce tried to kill you," he was glaring at the older man now, who just stood there and took it."Its all a contradiction anyway, because not telling me that Bruce was in town and tried to kill you!...again I can't stress that enough, its important. No... not telling me left me unprepared. I wasn't safe because he could have targeted me next. I would have had no idea anything had happened...how is that beneficial to my safety?"

"You are right."

"No kidding," Robin's words were dry, but then he couldn't help but sigh, both hands through his hair and over his face in frustration.

"I just...can't figure it out. What was it exactly that Bruce said that had you so off? It can't just be because you were going to kill him. I heard you try to give him a chance to back down, that you really didn't want to end his life, so then what? Did you think I would leave you because you killed him after he wouldn't stop attacking you? It can't be just that. You saw what I would have done the last time I fought him. I was ready to end his life myself, but it was you who stopped me..."

"Part of me didn't know how you would react, that is true. That only attributed to me giving him the chance to get out of the fight before it was too late. But no, that is not the core of the mess that has been running through my head."

"The Achilles heal thing, then? That I am basically your biggest and easiest weakness? I resent that actually, with the serum now in my veins I thought I was pretty badass." He was teasing the older man a little bit.

"No one is invincible...not even me." But Slade was smiling a bit. "But no, not even that." Slade glanced over, a small smirk on his face now. "You, little bird, are anything but a weakness. From the moment I met you I never saw you as a burden or liability. I only saw the potential of what you could become, back then."

Back then... ?

Bruce's words suddenly flash across Robin's mind from the recording, it was like everything started clicking into place to form the picture in his mind.

"He chose this life-" that had been Slade's voice.

"No he didn't, he was dragged into it! Brainwashed and manipulated. He was a scared little kid! You took advantage of him! You raped him. A fifteen year old child. You just use him for your own gains. You don't care about him. You only care about yourself."

His own words next, meant to wound, shouted in pain and anger. Almost ironic in nature, like he had been quoting Bruce without knowing it. No wonder Slade had been off balance. Did Slade think that Robin held that night against him? But hadn't he implied as much to his husband with his words."Yeah someone always wants to take advantage alright." " You were the one who dragged me into this business Slade!"

"Its what he said about that first night, isn't it?"

Slade's eye narrows, neither confirming or denying what his young lover asked. But it was rather obvious from his silence that Robin had indeed hit the nail on the head. There were other underlining facts that had contributed to their fight, but out of everything it seemed as if this was what had been bothering Slade the most.

The silence continued on for another minute, both mulling over in their minds just what was being talked about.

"What made you...?" Robin fell silent suddenly, almost as if he wanted to take back the half question. But they needed to talk about this. Quelling his nature for curiosity had never been his strongest skill. He didn't even know where the thought had come from, but now that his mind had latched onto it he needed to know.

"What made me take you that night?" Slade asked bluntly. "The night you were poisoned?"

"Yeah, I mean... I knew you thought I had the potential to be your apprentice, so taking me to your base made sense while I was vulnerable. But ... I had never thought you had a sexual attraction to me. I always thought you wanted me for materialistic gains."

Slade stared hard down at his lover, there was no judgement on his face, merely curiosity found in his very blue eyes. They had come a long way from that night after all. The older mercenary had been thinking of that night a lot lately after his confrontation with Batman. There weren't many things that he found himself regretting. He didn't even know if he truly did regret what had happened that night, because had anything been changed, they might not be where they are today.

'You raped my son!' echoed around his head, making him frown slightly. It appeared that what the Bats had said to him bothered him more than he realized. What did Robin think of that night?

"There are two reasons, actually. One of them you might not believe, but it is still the truth."

"Try me."

"Well to your point, I didn't realize that the tension I felt for you was sexual until I touched your face and the poison activated. My mind fully intended to just take you to the base and let you suffer alone. But I was curious, and so I took action and my baser instincts took over. The plant or poison or whatever affected me as well. I know that is hard to believe."

"Are you saying that what Poison Ivy injected into me made us permanently attracted to one another?" Robin said dryly, like he thought the idea was ridiculous. "I asked her once, long ago when she came to the city and she said it wasn't supposed to be like that."

Slade chuckled. "In a way, yes I do. But only about 20% though. There was always a heavy tension between us. I do believe that if that night had never happened and you were still a hero, a few years later, when you were a little older, perhaps those sexual feelings would have manifested by themselves between us. Especially if I had stuck around in Jump City. I believe that the poison just allowed those feelings to come to fruition much earlier and a lot faster."

"So you really didn't want to fuck my brains out before that night?"

"No. You were fifteen years old, Robin. The attraction was there, I believe subconsciously, but I think my mind was working against me. It wouldn't accept what I felt for you was more than what it seemed. That I just wanted you to be my apprentice."

"I get what your saying, it makes sense. What is the second reason?"

"The second reason... is because I never really saw you as a child to begin with. "

"I was fifteen though."

"Perhaps physically you were fifteen, but your mind was much more advanced than that of a normal fifteen year old. You always held yourself above everyone, a leader of a teenage superhero group, young prodigy of Batman. Extremely high IQ and uncanny instinct and drive. You were able to hold your own against me the few times we fought back before the poison, physically and mentally. Even when I blackmailed you into being my apprentice with the nano technology that I had injected into the Titans, you still managed to rise above and get the best of me and you were only thirteen at that time."

"God, I have spent almost half my life being obsessed with you, haven't I?"

"As you should," the older mercenary gives a chuckle. "I have been obsessed with you since the moment I first saw you take down Cinderblock and Plasmus."

"Oh god, that was so long ago. I didn't even know about you at that point."

There was another moment of silence, where Robin took all of Slade's words in. Mulling them over.

"What do you believe, Robin? Do you believe I raped you that night?" Slade bluntly asks, his tone serious and unnerved for just a moment. Bringing them back around to what they had originally been discussing.

"Does what Bruce said really matter that much?" Robin asked. Bruce's words were still circling around in his mind. What he had said to Slade, about being forced and brainwashed, it didn't feel like that was what happened.

"What Batman says to or about me means nothing. But, what does matter to me is how you perceive me, the person I am to you. We have never really brought this up until now. I want to know what you think about that night. I want all your thoughts."

Robin felt his chest ache a little bit. Slade was acting...insecure. It was so unlike him that it almost threw the younger man when faced with it right in front of him. He didn't dare to look away from his husband's intense stare, but took a moment to think about it before answering. His husband seemed to grow tired of standing and sat down on the metal beam close enough that they could touch each other.

"Logically, I should. In a textbook world you raped me that night. It was against my will, I was drugged. My...my memory of that night is really hazy though, little flashes of things but I have mostly forgotten it. It is the next morning that really sticks out in my mind."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it was the way you looked at me, that really got to me that morning. Made me see things differently."

"How did I look at you?"

"You saw me," Robin said fiercely. Slade raised an eyebrow at him so he elaborated. "Just me. Not the hero, not the leader or Boy Wonder, not some poor orphan or circus freak. All my layers were stripped away and you saw who I was meant to be. I felt so alive that day. When I got a real taste of you and saw the life that you lived I was jealous. That it was on your own terms and I think...that's when I really became obsessed with you, well even more than I was before." Robin smirked at his husband. " I couldn't stop thinking about you. I still can't."

"I've found, that since having met you, that I have a similar problem of you always being on my mind," Slade said, teasing him.

"Maybe the poison was responsible for my 'sexual awakening' and the fact that it made me feel good, so good that my mind doesn't classify it as rape. Enough that the next day, perfectly conscious and in sound mind of what I was doing, I let you touch me again that way and I liked it a lot. I know that sounds so fucked up, but that is how my mind treats it."

"You were very conflicted that day though, there was pleasure, yes, but anger and shame as well."

"Before all that I was conflicted about not wanting to be a leader anymore, not wanting to be in that spotlight, not wanting the responsibility. I felt trapped back then, I wanted to be free. I wanted an out. My mind was always in two places about everything. You set me free Slade, when you made that deal with me." Robin couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "Besides even before that night your attention on me always sparked a fire inside me. Not gonna lie, I liked the danger of it. You always had intrigued me."

Slade snorted. "Oh I remember."

"I had always secretly liked that you chased me around even before we started sleeping together, still do. Only now I get to have you completely," Robin laughed, teasing the man with a wink. He then moved forward, straddling the man sideways so he could look him in his single eye. He wraps his arms around Slade's neck, to make sure that he was paying attention to him.

"That first night between us doesn't matter Slade, it never has for me. I have never dwelled on it, well...maybe at first, five years ago. Five years ago I would have dwelled on it I am sure. But, its been...years...you aren't even the same person anymore, we aren't even the same couple as back then."

"Some people don't think so."

Robin sneered, his anger at Batman rearing its head again. "Bruce doesn't know what he is talking about. All his bullshit was the endgame, he didn't have anything left to use against you so he just threw whatever he had at you in a blind rage."

"I was going to kill him," Slade said, lips turned into a frown. "I almost did."

"As you should have," Robin admitted, his eyes intense and focused only on his husband's face. Slade was giving him an almost confused look, like he hadn't been expecting Robin to say that. "He tried to kill you Slade. He ambushed you in our city and tried to kill you, was fully intent on killing you. Yeah, the planet might have suffered without Batman to protect it, but if the flip side is a world without you..." he closed his eyes, breathing in, like he had to steady himself from the words he had just spoken. My life without Slade...?

"...there is no contest. I would choose you over anyone, any day. If that means we need to shutdown some heroes who attack first because they just don't get it...then that's what we will do."

Before Slade could even respond, Robin had already aggressively attached his lips to his own. The young man was pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. Hie grief over thinking that Slade had wanted to leave him. His anger at finding out the truth about Bruce. His unyielding feelings for Slade that continued to always consume him. Knowing that Slade's life had been on the line and he hadn't even known. But he was safe, for now. Here with him and they were together.

Both of them were kissing frantically, hands not able to stop roaming each others bodies.

You are mine Slade. Don't ever forget it. Don't ever question it. Don't ever overthink it.

Ten minutes later, after a very heated make out session, numerous bruises already littering Robin's neck, he lost his shirt. Slade pulled it from his shoulders effortlessly and hung it next to him on the beam, his strong hands wandering down towards his belt, getting as far as pulling down the zipper when Robin pulled back, panting and red faced, already fully hard in his jeans.

"Are we really just going to do it up here? There is all that mess underneath us and there actually is blood everywhere, it kind of stinks."

"We've done it in worse places, in worse conditions," Slade said, his hands still working to pull Robin's pants free without both of them falling over the edge of the small space they were working with. "Plus its like I am sending a big fuck you to Bruce by screwing you here, so there is that too."

"You are so romantic, I think I might swoon," Robin said dryly. But it didn't take long for Slade to grab his attention again. Especially when he started touching him more below the belt.

"You've done a sloppy job with clean up, by the way," Robin mumbles out between their lips a minute later, thoroughly distracted by the entirety that is Slade Wilson. "Like you get a big F for failure." He was sitting up in an 'L' position, his back resting against a metal piece attached to the roof that was about the width of his back. His legs were wrapped around Slade's waist snugly, bringing them as close as possible, groins together."I don't know why you thought I wouldn't figure it out. If I hadn't been moping for two days I probably would have found this place sooner."

Robin feels a small lingering flicker of irritation run through his mind at how Slade should have just fucking told me what was going on, all this could have been avoided. But then his husband sighs, looking a bit contrite.

"I guess I was a little preoccupied after the week I have had and my husband going AWOL," Slade says. The older man runs his hands up Robin's legs, pulling him impossibly closer, he was basically sitting in Slade's lap at this point. The man then runs his hands up again, over his hips and toned abs, gripping his back and finally resting in his flowing black hair, touching the parts that had hints of blue, pulling on the strands there.

Robin barks out a laugh, but there is mirth in his eyes. "You 'guess'? A 'little'? Ha! I think its the other way around, big guy. Its my turn to say my husband has gone AWOL, but I get it..."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, I do, I get your reasoning. Why you tried and failed horribly I might add, seriously just don't even try to hide something from me again, you suck at it apparently. Anyway, I get why you did it..." Robin suddenly grips Slade's white hair, he can feel the leather string that stretches to secure the man's eye patch under his grip. They are mere inches apart, Robin levels the older mercenary with a hard stare, the mirth suddenly gone for a moment as he planned to get his message across very clearly. "Don't ever keep something like this from me again, Slade. I won't allow it. Not when it concerns your life."

"I think the Archer child is right, you really are starting to look and sound like me more and more everyday," Slade says in a teasing tone. But he sobers up a second later, "but you are right. It wasn't in either of our best interests to keep something like that from you. I wasn't thinking as clearly as I usually do."

"Like I said, you went AWOL. I shudder to think how you might have reacted had you killed him."

"Best not to go there."

"No probably not."

"You are taking this unexpectedly better than I had thought you would," Slade said, he sounded dubious though, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I'm not some little kid anymore!" Robin said a tad bit defensively, almost like he was addressing something else ...or someone else with his comment. "I am still half debating with myself about going after that goddamn bastard, but that wouldn't end well for anyone. So, distract me with something else please, because it has now been over a week without you and I am just tired, okay? Can this just be over now? We can talk later, I just need you ...right now."

"What about the mess down there?"

Robin's eyes were glittering, his mouth light and mischievous looking. "The only thing I can focus on... is you. "

The rest of the conversation they needed to have could wait until later, for now, they just needed to feel each other.

Fifteen minutes later a fully dressed Slade was already fucking into him harshly. Robin was basically riding the man, both of them using the metal beam Robin had been leaning against for support. The young mercenary was completely naked, one hand clinging to the beam behind him and the other balanced on Slade's shoulder, legs wrapped firmly around his hips.

They were both panting and Robin's breaths turned to exquisite whimpers every time Slade ground inside of him, the head of his cock dragging across his prostate over and over again. It was overwhelming and delicious and he is about to moan that Slade is making him feel sooo good when he feels the man's thick hand grip him between the legs, immediately starting to match the pace of his thrusts in time with his hand on Robin's dick. Robin is so thrown by the efficient dual pleasure that he stutters out a harsh breath and starts to cum.

It isn't long after that that Slade gives in as well.

An hour later found the married couple back in the city. After their quick escapade they decided to head home, get something to eat/shower and perhaps talk more about the remaining mess of the last week that still needed to be dealt with. There were ten minutes out from home base and Robin was sitting behind Slade on the man's motorcycle. He was clinging for all he was worth to his husband, but not for any sentimental reasons. It was bloody freezing cold, the wind biting against his cheeks and making them red. Robin was just wearing a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt.

Slade's phone rang and the man clicked on his earpiece, grinning when Robin's shivering voice came in loud and clear. "I thought the serum was supposed to help against overly hot and cold temperatures. I feel like my hands are going to freeze off."

"It is not a perfect science, but you haven't had a lot of opportunity to endure harsher climates yet, so you will need to retrain your body to not respond like it normally would. The serum wont allow you to get hypothermia or frostbite, but your body would normally instinctively react to below freezing weather in this manner. So you need to retrain your body to know that this type of weather won't affect you like it would before."

"Are you saying its like a mind over matter thing?"

"Exactly."

"Yeah, this gives new meaning to the term blue balls," Robin grouches out, tightening his grip on Slade, trying to get his body heat. "You just had to take the bike, didn't you? Couldn't have been one of the nice, warm cars, with heat activated seats and everything."

"I was in a hurry."

"Clearly." Robin then started to laugh. "We are gonna need someone to patch that hole in the roof ASAP. You are lucky we haven't had any snow storms or rain, that would be a bitch to clean up, on top of everything else that will need to get done."

"A team will be out there first thing in the morning to get everything sorted."

"Oh, so now you get a team to do the clean up?" Robin's tone was amused. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you had wanted me to find the evidence. What did I say before, you get an F? More like F minus. Mission failed Slade. Good thing the community doesn't know of this tragic catastrophe, your reputation would never recover." The blue-eyed beauty was just teasing him. "I guess I will just have to keep it a secret for you."

Slade just smirked and continued to weave them through the city, only a few minutes out from home. Their banter was a testament to them being on the mend, that despite all the other issues they needed to address, they would be okay.

"I don't know how I feel about trusting Superman to just...keep Bruce away. He is the 'Man of Steel' or so they say ...but we're talking about Batman here so..."

The had been home for hours now. It was pitch black outside, as it had started to crawl into the early hours of the next morning. Robin and Slade had both gotten cleaned up, showering and changing into comfortable clothing. The younger of the two was currently sitting on top of their wooden kitchen island when the thought occurred to him, scarfing down a huge plate of food that Slade had actually made for him while he had been in the shower. There hadn't really been many food options at the apartment he had stayed at for two days, so his stomach had been screaming at him when he'd smelt the good home cooked food coming from their kitchen. Obviously their two cats had smelled the food as well, because they had already traipsed through the kitchen, taken a couple scraps and had ran off, content to eat in private away from their human owners.

"I have something already in the works for that," Slade confessed, eating from his own plate. He was standing next to his young lover, who was now at perfect height to him from his position on the island counter.

"Oh?" Robin arched and eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

"I will, but later, for now we should focus on finishing our meal and getting some sleep. Everything else can come later."

Robin nods and seems content with that answer, already eating his second helping of food with no objections.

They finish eating quickly, in comfortable silence. Once he clears his plate, Robin sets it down next to him on the counter, eyes contemplating as he says his next words.

"Would you really just let me leave?" Obviously his mind isn't fully able to put the last few days to rest, even for a few hours. But, at least this is a lighter subject.

"If that is what you truly wished, then yes." Slade was being completely sincere too.

"Really?"

"You sound shocked."

"I am...a little bit." Robin then bit his lip in thought. "I guess I am just realizing now that you are a lot different than the Slade of five years ago."

"I want this to be real. Not something half-baked in magic and lies. Something forced or because you feel you owe a debt. It needs to be real."

"I married you though..."

"Yes, I know. But as I have told you before, if what you wanted was to leave, I would help set you up somewhere..."

"I took the same injections as you..."

"Yes."

"You let me go once before, years ago. I also could have left you two years ago when they fried my brain...but I didn't. Your mine, Slade. My feelings for you were able to break through their mind whammy and brought us back together. For crying out loud, our real feelings were so strong for each other that we somehow ended up adopting a hero and a thief who fought for our cause and now live next door. If that isn't real!"

"A real pain in the ass, maybe..." Slade muttered, but he was amused.

"Mmm, I know something else I want in my ass, can you take a guess?" Robin was giving him a smouldering look, apparently still hyped up even though they had done it at the Outpost not that long ago.

"I might have an idea or two, yes." The older man then turned, about to wrap his arms around his husband, perhaps to carry him to a flatter surface and show him just how much he understood. But, Robin giggled and used him hands to quickly escape Slade's clutches, now on the opposite side of the wooden island and his husband.

"Brave little bird," Slade growled and leered, stepping towards the young man. Stalking him. His eye piercing and hungry.

"Mmmm I love it when you call me that..." Robin trailed off, licking his lips. He began tugging at the hem of his simple white muscle shirt, eyes thick and heavy with heat, landing on Slade with a smug look. He laughed and ran out the kitchen door, running towards the bedroom. When Robin was within inches of the door he turned to see if his husband had followed and was not disappointed.

Slade rushed him, their bodies slamming into the wooden door attached to their bedroom only a few feet away. The impact of their bodies, especially Slade's, made the door crunch and rip from the hinges. They were both being dragged down into the room via the broken door. The older mercenary had just enough time to wrap a strong hand around his lover and draw him towards him, bracing himself to take the brunt of the fall. There was silence after the crash for a few seconds as Robin took in the situation. His blue eyes were wide and almost stunned.

"Oh my god Slade, you need to get undressed now. That was, that was," Robin moaned, his breath coming in harsh pants now. He was clawing at Slade's shirt, his legs now wrapped around his husbands waist.

"Are you swooning?" The one-eyed man smirked, crowding flush against his young lover. His hands running underneath Robin's shirt, touching his heated skin. "That is not a habit I will discourage you from. Swooning from my presence, though maybe not on missions."

"Always," the young man laughed. "Always," he whispered again, a small intimate look crossing over his features. His emotions passed quickly however and it wasn't long before an intense look of lust stared back at the one-eyed man. Slade had never, would never, get tired of seeing just how much Robin wanted him.

"Smooth talker."

It was lucky that the door hadn't broken into pieces, because Slade took that moment to grind himself against his young husband rigorously, wrapping Robin's legs more firmly around his waist. Even through layers of clothing it still felt amazing.

Slade gripped his wrists and pushed them on either side of his head, holding him down, rubbing against him, marking his neck with bruises.

"Slade..." his young lover whispered breathlessly. Slade felt his cock throb in response to how undone Robin already was for him. How he just surrendered himself to him. Panting and trembling against the older man. Like he really just couldn't help himself.

The older mercenary finally relented on his pace and began lifting them both from the broken door. Why fuck on a hard piece of wood when there was a perfectly usable bed not ten feet in front of them.

Robin lunged for him when he was finally set on their large and extremely comfortable bed, gripping Slade's shirt and practically tearing it off the man. He attacked Slade's neck and chest with aggressive kisses. Slade's large hands ran over the blue-eyed man's shirt-covered back and, gripping his hips tightly, pushed him firmly into the bed, covering him with his body.

"Uhnn," Robin moaned when Slade wasted no time freeing them from their pants, his shirt following not long after until they were both naked and pressed closely together. Robin tensed and arched, legs falling open shamelessly when Slade hitched them up. Feeling the swell and throb of his hard shaft against the man's abs.

He was flushed and aching, gasping softly now that Slade's hands were touching him more below the belt. The older mercenary shifted and pulled their groins flushed together, both shafts rubbing against each other in a sinful movement that had Robin throwing his head back. "Uhh...Sl...Slade."

Robin couldn't help the shudder that ran through him as Slade began speaking in possessive and erotic tones. "I'm going to watch you break apart. Show you that even now I can still make you helpless and entirely at my mercy. You are mine, Robin, " the older mercenary growled the last part. His lover was panting, his chest flushed and cock achingly hard and prominent against Slade's.

"Yours, yours," the raven-haired beauty whispered out, hands gripping the man's back. They were already so close together, mouths barely inches apart as they kissed hungrily. "Need you Slade. Always need you, love. Always want you. Please."

Slade's hand fumbled with the drawer next to the bed where they stashed their lube. Robin's moans turning simpering when the man used his lubed up fingers to ride his prostate while he prepared him. There wasn't any time for foreplay right now, Robin just needed Slade inside of him. Needed to be as close as possible to him. To feel them together like this. In the comfort of their home, safe with each other.

When Slade finally pushed inside of him, there was nothing separating them. Short, shallow thrusts gave way to incredible powerful strokes that had Robin crying out every time his husband push back inside of him. Slade didn't seem to be fairing any better, usually much quieter when they fucked, but unable to contain his grunts and soft moans of pleasure. Their lovemaking was frantic and intense. Passionate to the point where Robin felt his insides burning from pleasure at how good Slade was fucking him.

It all dissolved from there, two bodies moving against each other, sounds of pleasure pulled from both of their lips as they climbed higher and higher together.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me ...god, yes," Robin gasped, completely out of his mind. Head thrown back and rocking side to side, Slade's thrusts slapping harshly against his ass with their pace.

It wasn't long before they both came to a glorious end, riding high on a wave of ecstasy.

There was a few moments of comfortable silence and getting their breath back between them. Both basking in the after glow of what had been some truly intense sex. He was just about to lean in and kiss Slade when he heard the sound of agitated hushed whispers a little ways from their bedroom door.

It didn't take the husbands long to spring into action, Slade was already in his jeans ten seconds later, just his jeans, his gun loaded and ready to fire at a moments notice. Robin was right behind him, dressed similar and holding five sleek knives in his hand. The hushed whispers began to form words the closer they got and it only took a couple seconds to realize exactly who was in the next room.

Alex's eyes widened when a knife sunk deep into the wall right next to his head, stopping him in his tracks. Roy jumped and Alex burst to life, shoving his boyfriend towards the open window they had come in through, "run!". The Thief knew he'd made the right decision when he heard three more additional thunks! way too close for comfort. That relief was short lived, however, when they both ran into a solid half-naked body of muscle, both looking down the barrel of a gun.

"You better have a good reason for being here or you are dead," Slade said bluntly. "Talk quickly, time is running out."

"Hey hey! Chill out...it...it was actually an accident," the Thief tried to explain as he backed as far as possible away from the scowling older man. Red looked frantically back and forth between the half naked pair. "We noticed that the App! showed that you guys were home and came to check up on you." He was holding the gear on his Red X suit that would allow him to disappear and reappear at will. Both of them were still dressed in their full gear. "Seriously!" Red had his hands up as if in surrender. "We really didn't mean to overhear your intense and hot makeup sex...this time, anyway."

"What do you mean this time?" Robin raised his voice in surprise, looking to Slade as if he would have the answer.

"Yeah we really were just coming over to see if everything was okay when we realized you were doing the nasty," Roy says, a little teasing, sending Robin a flirtatious wink and a once over, the young mercenary felt his face heat a little bit.

Slade just glanced from one to both redheads, his single eye narrowing. "What does he mean that that an App! showed them we were here?"

"Er..." Robin's sheepish voice, looking at the redheads who obviously hadn't realized that the ex-hero had never told Slade that Red had gotten their tracker technology somehow.

"Well, its like this..."

Only a minute into Red's explanation, Slade seemingly decided that it was time for them both to leave. He grabbed them both by the scruff of their necks. Alex, who would later deny it, screamed a high pitched shriek as Slade hustled them to the open window and basically stuffed them both through it, pushing them out like it was nothing.

Robin was still trying to calm down from his laughing fit as Slade grinned out the window towards the building that lived directly across from them. You could vaguely hear colourful language and anger as the redheads scream from the other side, plotting Slade's death and 'you psychopath what the fuck? We could have died!'

"That was mean," Robin said, coming up to Slade's side and looking himself. Though the young lover was smiling. "Hahaha Alex's scream as you threw them both out the window until his suit transported them. I almost couldn't stand up I was laughing that hard." the young man couldn't help but start waving at the redheads who promptly gave him the middle finger. "mmm, your hot when you take action and cause chaos." Robin purred, leaning in close. Slade was still only in a pair of jeans after all and the blue-eyed man couldn't help running his hands all over him.

It was then that Robin gave a big yawn.

"Looks like its time for sleep, now."

"Yeah ...no kidding," Robin mumbled as Slade started ushering them back towards their bedroom.

"I see you failed to hit either of them," Slade teased not long after, both of them now lying in bed for sleep. "Perhaps we need to adjust our training routine, sharpen your throwing skills."

"Huh? Oh, you mean the kids?" Robin smiled, "I told you, if I had wanted to hit them, I would have hit them. That's my warning shot."

"The evidence might prove otherwise."

"Hey, at least now they will be too scared to come over here for fear of your wrath, so that's something. I'll have to talk to Roy at some point though, but yeah..."

"I knew I married you for a reason."

Robin smirked then. "Well, I just married you for your dick. Oh and all your emotional logic. Oh and for your money, your empire, your teachings." He started counting on his fingers. " I also married you for your shirts, because they smell nice and I like to-errr not gonna go there actually, whoops."

"Just go to bed, Robin."

"Oh! And your people, you have some great people working here. And your past, cause yeah that counts too. That thing you do when the redheads are pissing you off, I married you for that as well, the vein thingy, its kinda funny now that I think about it. This little vein, right here." He points his finger above the man's one good eye. Where it actually looked like the vein was starting to come out now. Robin couldn't help the escaped cackle that he couldn't contain at his husbands expression.

Slade sighed. "Are you purposely trying to be obtuse?"

"Yup."

"Just go to bed. Brat. Its been a very very long week.

"Yes dear." he said in an obnoxious tone. Like he had a nasal clog.

"Stop that."

"Of course, dear."

"Robin..." a warning.

There was thirty seconds of silence where Slade thought that sleep would now be inevitable and Robin was done with his teasing. When,

"Goodnight, dear."

"That's it!"

Two days later, Robin could be found on their roof once again. It was almost nine in the morning and when they had finished eating breakfast he had notified Slade that he would be going outside. The man had nodded and told him that he would join him in a few minutes.

Twenty minutes later saw Slade in full gear heading up to the roof via elevator.

When he stepped off the machine and out through the door, he immediately saw Robin, arms crossed and looking out over the city. Slade felt a moment of dejavu before he stopped short. It was at this point that the one-eyed man took stock of just what his husband was wearing.

Robin was standing there, arms crossed over his chest. Mouth titled into a small smile. Slade just drank him in, his size-too-big black sweater with his trademark splashed on red bird. The deep orange scarf, not bright and startling, but disguised and perfect against the black back drop of the sweater. Black jeans, gloves and boots to finish. Blue tint to his hair. They were his colours, mostly, even with the red mixed in there. Though the symbolism of red wasn't lost on him.

Suddenly his thoughts all draw in on a singular point. Robin was his through and through. Undeniable perfect in every aspect. Though Slade might be a little biased.

"Did you finish what you needed to?" The blue-eyed man questioned. He ran a gloved hand through his hair absentmindedly before placing both hands behind his head, stretching his muscles in the crisp morning air. Giving his partner a look when he doesn't respond right away.

"What? Not gonna talk to me now?"

"Come here, Robin." Slade's tone has reached a low pitch and his molten silver eye displays a hunger; an obsession. He moves fast and reaches for his blue-eyed lover only to be denied. Robin gracefully dances away from him and over to the edge of the skyscraper. Looking perfect and fuckable and Slade wants him now.

"Make me," Robin purrs, leering at him, bright sun illuminating the orange scarf wound against his pale, lithe neck. Slade was intimately aware that sinking his teeth into said neck would result in a small mewl and his lover's cock hardening instantly.

Slade knew that this had been what he'd wanted. For Robin to be his and his alone. Standing here with hungry passion in his eyes for him. Wearing his colours and his ring. His blood running with the same serum that he had been given. The world was a fickle place sometimes and the older mercenary often wonders how he had gotten everything that he had wanted.

He growls low in his throat and stalks towards his little prey.

Robin was flushed and grinning, his eyes just as hungry and possessive as Slade knew his was. There was a mischievous look forming over his lover's face that Slade knew was bad news before the raven-haired man hungrily began kissing him, nipping at his mouth. Hands everywhere at once.

The older mercenary had just nipped at his young lover's neck. Robin arched against him with a soft sound. Shuddering when Slade ground his clothed leg against him, sending pleasant sparks racing from his dick.

The white-haired man was just about to throw the teen down and ravish him stupid when Robin began to chuckle mischievously. That was never a good sign.

"I'm still a little annoyed at you...so you'll have to catch me first..." winking at him all the while.

It was the only warning that Slade received before he was pushed away and Robin jumped the railing and went over the building...again.

But this time, Slade followed closely behind him. Robin's beautiful, joyous laughter heard loud and clear over the rush of wind and adrenaline of gliding through the air. There was still the large Bat-shaped elephant in the room that needed to be dealt with, but for the moment, Slade was content to linger in the good moment.

END

A/N: I know there is probably a plot hole or two that I didn't address. But this wasn't meant to be anything amazing. Just an idea that wouldn't leave my head! Hehe, that being said, I hope those of you that read this story liked it. Drop me a review and let me know what you thought.

Wynja, I hope you liked what I wrote here. Happy Birthday again! :)

/Jayto