Robin popped the disc into his laptop and stared at the screen as Slade appeared on it. His eyes immediately narrowed and he had to remind himself that it was nothing but a recording.
"Hello, Robin. I'm assuming Red-X has delivered this to you inside the Titan's Tower." He stated. "There is no need to worry. I have not told anyone else and Red is under confidentiality as well. It can stay like this forever, or we can make this little known fact the talk of Jump City."
Robin found himself quickly shaking his head, then remembered that it was still a recording.
"Of course, we have options for you to prevent that from happening that I won't be getting into on this video. You have a choice. Come to the same warehouse that we fought at yesterday at exactly eleven pm. We will wait ten minutes for you, and after that we inform others about your…problem. If you tell anyone or bring help with you, including weapons, I can guarantee the same outcome. If you decide not to listen to these orders, I will feel no guilt releasing these pictures to the media."
A small, distressed sound escaped the teen's throat when he found himself looking at exactly that: himself. He was in the bathroom, in varying states of undress but always in some sort of pull-up or diaper.
"I'll see you tonight." The man on screen said before the recording ended.
Robin started at the screen for a few moments before getting up and rushing into the bathroom. He turned on the light and began to survey the ceiling for anything that didn't belong. In the corner above his sink he located a tiny camera with Slade's symbol on it and he immediately felt like he was going to puke. Not only had Slade seen him naked and in his diapers, but he had pictures. Hell, he probably had pictures of him without his mask! He was completely and utterly fucked. He sighed and dropped the camera on the bathroom counter, crushing it with his hair brush before flushing it down the toilet. He should keep it for the evidence room, but frankly, he never wanted to see one of those ever again. Once he had made sure that it was the only one, he dressed in his uniform and hurried down to breakfast.
He had never felt so violated. His room, his sanctuary, was the only place that was truly private to him. It was where he could be Dick Grayson, the Boy Wonder, or just some teenager with incontinence and nobody would judge him. His temple had been molested by his worst enemies.
He didn't say a word during breakfast and he immediately retreated to his bedroom once more after his meal was done. That morning, as he sat on the toilet, an overwhelming sense of shame consumed him. How long had the camera been in this bathroom? How much did Slade know?
Robin occupied himself all day by working out. He refused to stop for lunch and every time anyone tried to talk to him or coax him out of his cloudy mood, they were turned away feeling disappointed. Only Raven seemed to understand that he needed his space. While the three other Titans went to the roof to play stinkball, Robin appeared from the gym for the first time all morning. He wouldn't have come out at all, but his pull-up was wet and he really didn't need a rash on top of everything else that was happening to him. He entered the main room to find it empty except for Raven sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of tea and a book. She glanced up at him.
"Would you like some tea?" Raven asked.
Robin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No thanks, Raven."
The girl nodded and returned to her book, leaving it at that for which he was thankful. He walked past her and retreated to his room once again to change.
The day ended sooner than Robin would have liked and once ten thirty came around, he changed into a fresh pull-up and kept his belt off as Slade had requested. He was considering bringing it anyways or at least stashing a few blades on his body, but this was really something he didn't want to risk messing up. Then he crept down to the garage, cringing at how loud the door seemed at night. He just prayed that no unexpected robberies occurred tonight. He raced down the streets of Jump down to the pier for the second time in less than forty eight hours. Sitting outside the warehouse, he argued with himself over whether he should go in or not. He knew the fight was useless. The truth was quite obvious. He had no choice.
He took a deep breath and climbed off of his bike. He made sure that his tights were secure around his waist and his pull-up was not bulging in the slightest before carefully walking into the large building. His guard was up and his senses were alert for any sneak attacks that the two criminals might try. Instead, he found Slade standing in the center of the room. As he walked forward, Robin kept his gaze averted from the man, unable to meet his eyes after knowing all the things that the man had seen. All the things he'd seen of him.
"Eleven-oh-eight? Cutting it a bit close, aren't we, Robin?" Slade asked.
"Aw, cut him some slack. Maybe he had to take a potty break on the way here." Red-X cackled.
Robin's face reddened with shame and he found himself bowing his head. He took a few deep breaths to let the embarrassment pass before looking up at them. "Well? What do you want?"
"You know exactly what I want, Robin." Slade replied.
"And my demands are just an added bonus." The thief added cheerfully.
Robin's eyes widened and he turned to Slade. "What? You're letting him in on this?"
"He wouldn't cooperate otherwise." The mercenary shrugged. "Now let's talk."
"No way. I'm done talking." Robin snapped, he turned to leave, his heart pounding.
"Alright, fine. Red? Would you mind sending those pictures to every newspaper in Jump and several preselected tabloid magazines?" Slade asked his temporary side kick.
"Sure thing." Red obliged and Robin stopped and let out a sigh. "Okay, fine. Please just…don't send it."
"Very good. Well, Robin, I'm glad you finally see it my way. Being my apprentice will be a life changing experience." Slade nodded.
"But," Red cut in happily, "just so that you can't tell anybody where you are, we're going to have to drug you." Without warning, the thief dropped a gas bomb that immediately infiltrated Robin's senses. His hands rushed to his waist at an alarmed rate to grab an air filter from his belt and he let out a curse to find his hips bare of any utilities. Grabbing his cape, he pressed it to his face and tried to run from the fog, but breathing quickly turned to coughing which rapidly escalated to fainting.
Slade walked through the gas cloud and scooped the boy up into his arms. "Okay, Red. We got what we needed. Let's go."
Red laughed gleefully. "How wonderfully ironic! Instead of the candy, we're taking the baby!"
Slade shook his head as he slung Robin over his shoulder. "Let's just go. At this rate he'll be awake before we even get back."
The thief huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, fine, no need to be bossy." He stated before disappearing into the night with his new partner.