Robin's eyes snapped open and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. He had completely forgotten about his pull-up with the fright that had just struck through his body. Fear was replaced with utmost mortification and he quickly rolled over in an attempt to scramble away from the man. He succeeded, but when he turned back around, he found his thighs around his ankles with Slade still hanging onto a piece of the green fabric. His face burned bright red as he yanked them back up, concealing the babyish garment once more.
"Well," Slade found himself chuckling at the situation, "isn't this the most amusing of plot twists?"
"Shut up!" Robin snapped, slowly rising to his feet.
"Let me guess, some sort of lost bet? A dare, perhaps?" Slade asked. He smirked behind his mask. "Or was Batman just too busy protecting Gotham to potty train his little apprentice?"
"Just shut your mouth Slade! It's none of your business." Robin hissed. Humiliation overwhelmed him and he shrank a bit under Slade's condescending tone.
"Poor little boy." Slade sighed.
"Enough! I'm still going to take you down!" Robin growled.
The mercenary let out a laugh. "How are you going to defeat me when you can't even keep your pants dry?"
"Like this!" He roared, throwing down smoke bombs and charging in with his staff raised. He swung it furiously, smirking in satisfaction when it hit something solid. As the smoke began to clear he looked around for Slade, but the man had simply vanished. He ran back up the warehouse to find that the rest of the team had finished taking down the robots.
"Dude! Where have you been?" Beast Boy shouted angrily. "We had to take all these things down ourselves."
"Slade was here. He still might be. Cyborg, check your scanners." Robin ordered. He kept his cape wrapped around him.
"If he was here, he's gone now." Cyborg replied. "What happened?"
Robin's eyes narrowed. "Nothing. Our work is done here. Let's move out." The girls elected to fly while Beast Boy got a ride in the T-car with Cyborg. Robin clambered onto his bike and sped home, desperate to get some new tights on. He was screwed and he knew it. He could feel it deep in his stomach and there was nothing he could do about it. He glared from behind his helmet and sped up, never noticing the tiny microchip that clung to the very hem of his cape.
Robin stepped out of the shower for the second time that day and quickly grabbed a new pull-up. He redressed in new, unripped clothing and sighed as a second wave of embarrassment sank in. It wasn't his fault! It's not like he chose to wear the damn things! He groaned into his hands. People didn't care if it wasn't it fault. All that mattered was the fact that he wore them. Shuffling over to his bed in boxers, (he used them for sleep shorts)he flopped down and exhaled loudly. He was beyond fucked. Far, far beyond fucked. It wouldn't be long before every villain in Jump knew as well. He didn't even want to think about what would happen then. A familiar rush of warmth consumed his groin and he sighed again. He felt like he was doing that more and more lately. He lazily pushed himself back up and changed himself into a new pull-up. He didn't bother to put his boxers on again. His door was locked anyway. Returning to his bed, he pulled the covers back and grimaced at the sight awaiting him. He had completely forgotten about his wet sheets and now it was back to greet him. The stench of urine hit his nose and he grimaced the tiniest bit. Oh well, there was nothing he could do but wash them and move on.
Dressing in pajamas, he tugged the sheets off of his bed, leaving nothing but his mattress and the plastic cover, but he could just wipe that off later. He bundled his sheets and blankets into a ball and peeked out the door. Once he was sure that absolutely nobody was in the hall, he hurried to the elevator as quickly as he could and pounded on the button repeatedly until the door clothes. He took his clothes down to the laundry room on the third floor and hurriedly stuffed his clothes into the washing machine. The second he turned on the machine, he let out a sigh of relief and allowed himself to relax. There, now he could go back to his room and not worry about anybody getting suspicious. He'd had plenty of nightmares for the others to know that he often woke up covered in sweat. There was no reason for this to be sketchy. He retreated back to his room to further his contemplation on what the hell he was going to do about Slade. After he cleaned the mattress cover and remade his bed of course.
Robin kept to himself the rest of the day, which the Titans immediately assumed to be his usual Slade obsession. They were partially right. Mostly he just nervously sat in his bed in pajamas while thinking up different scenarios of his secret being leaked to the public. He didn't come down for lunch and only when Starfire knocked on his door did he finally emerge from his room for dinner. Dressed in uniform, of course. He did his best to engage in the talk, making falsely cheerful jokes and agreeing to play video games with Beast Boy after the pizza was all gone. Nobody was really paying attention, or else they would have noticed the façade. At eight thirty, he excused himself, figuring that it was okay to leave now without questions being asked pertaining to his welfare. Once he had escaped to the metaphorical safety of his room, he let out a breath that he had been breathing since the second he'd stepped out of the elevator for supper. He tried doing some work, but it was no use. There was no way he could focus after everything that had happened. He decided to just give up and start over tomorrow with hopes that things would be a little better. Who knows? Maybe Slade wouldn't do anything at all. It's possible that all he would do was tease him about it during battle and no more. With that in mind, Robin walked into the bathroom and pulled out a night diaper from under the sink along with talcum powder, baby powder, and a pair of plastic pants. It took only five minutes to clean up, diaper himself, and snap up the plastic pants around the babyish garment. With that, he restored everything under his sink and tugged on some boxers before crawling into bed and calling it a night.
The next morning, Robin slept in late for a change. By the time he woke up, it was already ten o clock or so and for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to care all that much. Everything was obviously alright otherwise one of the Titans would have woken him up by now. He sat up and rubbed his mask covered eyes before pushing the covers back. It was a relief to find that his bed was completely dry and slipped a hand down the front of his diaper cover to feel the front of his diaper. As expected it was soaked. No surprise there.
"Oh! Naughty little bird, getting caught with a hand down your pants." A familiar voice chided.
Robin's eyes widened behind the mask and he looked up, letting out a frightened yelp when he found Red-X perched on the end of his bed. He pulled his hand out and grabbed onto his covers, tugging them up to his chin. "What the fuck? How the hell did you get into the tower? Getting past Cyborg's security system is impossible!"
"Oh, whoops. Nobody told me it was impossible." Red-X shrugged apologetically. "I've got a message from Slade." He shrugged, tossing a dvd case onto the bed. "I'd watch it." Behind the mask, his eyes flickered down to Robin's suspiciously bulky lap and chuckled. "Unless you'd rather take care of…that first."
Robin had dropped the sheets to catch the dvd case and he glanced down, blushing furiously. "Get out of here before I sound the alarm." He glowered.
"Fine, fine, pushy. Geez, somebody's cranky." Red-X shrugged. He dodged a birdarang quickly and turned to Robin. "Okay, I can tell when someone is being serious. See ya later, kid."
Robin sighed and dropped his head into his hands, groaning in humiliation. Who else had Slade told? The Hive 5? The Brotherhood of Evil? Who knew? He glanced at the dvd and made sure there was nothing wrong with it before picking it up and taking it into the bathroom with him. He wasn't about to leave it unattended. He changed into a pull-up quickly, making sure that Red was truly gone before even daring to drop his pants. Then, still in pajamas, he pulled out his laptop and put in the disk.