"You're going to be sleeping in here." Slade stated. He and Robin stood in the doorway of a large bedroom that contained two double beds on either side of the room from each other. There was a television on the opposite wall and two dressers between the two.

"What? Why's there two beds?" Robin frowned.

"Oh, Red will be sharing this room with you." Slade stated.

"What? I don't think so." Robin frowned.

"You don't want me as your roommate?" Red asked. "I'm hurt."

"Absolutely not." The hero stated stubbornly.

"Deal with it, Robin. It's either in here or back in the cell. And I won't clean up the puddle of urine you left in there." Slade replied calmly.

Robin's face grew hot. He hated how every time he tried to lay down the law, Slade was able to shoot down his pride and make him feel like a helpless little kid. "Fine. He better not rape me in my sleep or something." He huffed. He shifted slight, cringing at the way his new diapers crinkled loudly from under his boxers. While the ones that Slade had bought for him were much thicker so that he didn't even need plastic pants, their plastic shell made them obnoxiously and obviously loud.

"Is that how you see me?" Red whined. He removed his mask and ran a hand over his bright red hair. "Do I look like a monster to you?"

Robin surveyed the man, who looked to be at most twenty two or twenty three. He had to admit that Red had his charm and beauty. If only he could just keep his foot in his mouth. He rolled his eyes. "Are we done here?"

"Feeling tired?" Slade asked.

"No, I love staying up until almost three in the morning just hangin' out with people I hate." Robin spat sarcastically.

"Red, come with me. I think we better let Robin rest." Slade said. Red was obviously about to protest, but before he could utter even a word, he was being yanked out of the room.

Robin sighed in relief and looked from one bed to the other, unsure of which was his. He shuffled over to the one on the right and sat down it, hearing the familiar crinkling of a plastic mattress cover. Yep, this one was for him. He turned off the light and burrowed into bed, but something felt odd. He was in a strange bed in a strange room in his worst enemy's secret hideout. And it was dark.

No, he was not afraid of the dark, but if he was going to be sleeping here tonight, he was going to need some light. At least until he was accustomed to the damn place. Slipping out of bed, he quickly padded over to the bedroom door and opened it ajar, allowing light from the hallway to seep in. Satisfied, he journeyed back to bed and slipped under the covers once more. He would have taken the opportunity to look for means of escape, but frankly, it was no use. They had blackmail to use against him no matter what he did. Plus, he was tired.

"Pssst, Robin!"

"Roooobbbiiiiiiin…"

"Robin!"

"Come on, bird boy, wake up!"

Robin's eyes opened a crack only to find Red smiling at him cheerfully. He scowled tiredly and rolled over, tugging the covers over his head.

"Hey, come on. It's already eight o clock. Get up." Red urged, tugging his covers off. When Robin didn't react, Red frowned. "Fine. Then I'm just going to keep yanking stuff until you get up." He waited for Robin to react, but when that failed, he shrugged and tugged off the younger boy's boxer shorts.

"Hey!" Robin snapped angrily. He quickly sat up and pulled his shirt down over the now soaking and swollen diaper. Reaching forward, he covered himself up with his sheets. "Go away!" He ordered.

"Not until you get up." Red replied. "Slade's orders."

Robin glowered at him. "Fine. Just get out."

Red smiled at him and bounded out of the room, leaving Robin to get dressed. The boy immediately rolled over and went back to sleep. It felt like not even five minutes had passed before he was suddenly being yanked out of bed, his eyes popping open. "Hey!" He yelled at the unexpected attack.

"I thought I told you to get up, Robin." Slade scolded. He slung the small boy over his shoulder and stood up, carrying the boy down the hall and into the bathroom before dropping him down onto the floor. "I'm assuming you know how to dress yourself for the day? Or do you require assistance with that as well?"

"No." Robin said through gritted teeth. The man nodded and left. After changing into a pull-up, he returned to the bedroom and explored the dresser. He let out a soft groan when he found his old apprentice uniform and put it on. He noticed immediately that there was a mask nowhere to be found and with a sigh, he went to find the other two.

Red was sitting at the dining table with Slade at the head. Instead of his metal mask, a fabric one concealed his face with a hole large enough to get food into his mouth. Red wasn't even in uniform and his hair was still an unbrushed mess. Robin's own hair was a little more unkempt than usual, seeing as he was not granted any gel. As he approached the table, the two looked up in acknowledgement. Once seated, Slade passed him a plate of eggs and sausage.

"Eat up, Robin." The mercenary instructed.

Robin didn't reply and sullenly ate his breakfast once he was fairly certain that it hadn't been tampered with. He nibbled the sausage tiredly at first, but once his hunger caught up with his tired body, he was devouring his food. The second he finished, he stood up and began to leave.

"Where do you think you're going, Robin?" Slade asked him.

"I have to go take care of something." Robin muttered.

"No. As my apprentice, you are not to leave the table until I excuse you." Slade stated.

The hero's stomach clenched uneasily and he slowly returned to his seat. He figured that he would wait it out, but it wasn't long before he felt something pressing in his bottom. Inhaling and exhaling, his stomach churned and he clenched the muscles around his bowels the best he could. Unfortunately, this did little, seeing as he had not used them in so long. A wave of incredible urgency pressed into him and he held in a whimper, seizing up in his chair.

"You alright, kid?" Red frowned, nudging him a little.

"NNng!" Robin cried out, whimpering and panting as he uncontrollably messed his pull-up. It felt so gross and dirty. It was mortifying and he thought he was going to be sick. It forced itself out of him and smushed against his skin while the two criminals watched in a silent mix of horror and fascination. Tears threatened to fall but he kept them back.

"Robin? You alright?" Red repeated.

Bowing his head, the boy shook his head. He was frozen in his seat. He wanted to cry, but that was too humiliating. He hadn't messed himself in years. Not since the first few months of his incontinence. Now, here he was, sitting in front of those two men with pants filled with shit and eyes filled with tears. He hadn't even notice Slade stand up, but suddenly, surprisingly gentle arms were lifting him up out of the chair and guiding him down the hall and towards the bathroom. The large man lifted him into the bathtub and began removing his clothes. This time, Robin was too upset to protest and soon he was standing naked in the tub with the mess caked to the back of him. Turning on the shower, Slade pushed him into the water and once the worst of it had been washed away, Slade cleaned the rest of it with baby wipes. He held out another pull-up for the boy to step into, tugging it up to his hips.

"Robin, look at me." Slade said sternly.

The boy wonder slowly turned to meet his gaze, his shining eyes betraying just how upset he really was.

"If you ever do that again, you will be wearing diapers 24/7 and only Red or I will change you. Am I clear?" The man stated. When his apprentice nodded, he stood up and petted his hair. "Very good. You need to tell us when you need to use the restroom. You have a voice. Use it." Then he left the room so that Robin could get dressed.