After Slade left the room, things got uncomfortably quiet. Red stood as still and sturdy as a statue, glaring Robin down as the boy rubbed his throbbing jaw and struggled to keep tears at bay. Suddenly, the comfy, cozy night that had been made even better when Slade granted Robin a late bedtime was now hostile and tense.

"Well?" Red frowned. "Do you like guys or not?"

"That's none of your business." Robin snapped. "Why do you even care?"

"What? Are you faking obliviousness or are you really this dense?" Red scowled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The younger shrugged, staring at his feet.

"Do you think I would really change your diapers and cuddle you and do your arm and give you a kiss good night if I didn't like you? Care about you?" Red exclaimed. "Why the hell do you think I'm a part of this whole thing?"

"So you're just here because you want to bone me?" Robin cried. "Fuck you!"

"No! That's not the point, especially seeing as how you'd probably wet yourself in the middle of it." Red sneered, making Robin blush deeply.

"You're sick." Robin muttered.

"Just shut up, Robin. Tell me when you're ready to come out of the closet. I'll be waiting in the bedroom." Red replied before storming off.

Robin breathed quickly, feeling so angry that he was sure if he exhaled, fire would come out. Who the fuck did Red think he was? What made him think for a second that he would even date the man let alone sleep with him? What, just because he was gay (which he wasn't admitting to) he automatically had no standards and would do it with anybody? Not that he ever had, seeing as even if he did try, he seriously doubted anybody would get past the diapers. He pounded his fist on the wall in anger and felt that horribly familiar heat engulfing his lower regions. Letting out a frustrated growl, he dropped face down onto the couch. The fabric immediately sucked in the few weak tears that slipped from his eyes and he took a wet, shuddery breath.

He really didn't want to have to go into the bedroom and see Red, but at eleven, Slade came back and ordered him to go to bed. Robin reluctantly obeyed. He hadn't forgotten about the last time he'd disobeyed Slade's orders. He silently shuffled into the bedroom, keeping his eyes down on the ground. He could hear Red getting up and staring at him, but he pretended not to notice a thing. He changed into pajamas and left to brush his teeth. When he returned, the silence continued and he crawled into his bed.

After a few moments, Red finally spoke up. "Do you need a change?" There came no reply. Red turned the watch the boy, whose face was hidden in his pillow. Centuries seemed to pass while the thief patiently waited for his roommate to answer and finally, he was awarded with a small nod. Red slipped out of bed and opened the dresser drawer, pulling out a night diaper, changing supplies, and after a second thought, diaper pants. They hadn't used them, but Red was in the mood to embarrass Robin. "Lie down." He ordered once he had spread out the changing mat and Robin shuffled over, removing his pants and then stretching out. Red yanked on the tables of his diaper, not bothering to be as gentle as he usually was. Before the teen even had a chance to lift his hips, he tugged the diaper out from under him and elicited a small whimper from the hero that gave Red a sense of satisfaction. He seized Robin's knees and spread them as far apart as possible, which was pretty far considering he was an acrobat. Robin squirmed a little, his face turning pink. Ignoring his obvious discomfort, Red grabbed several baby wipes and ran it over Robin's privates and diaper areas until he was clean. He reached for another diaper and stopped, glancing over.

Robin stared up at the ceiling in embarrassment, wishing Red would hurry up. He didn't like this vulnerable and compromising position. He felt so open and exposed. As he waited for a new diaper to be slid under his bottom, he began to grow confused when one never appeared. Instead, a warm hand wrapped around Robin's penis and he let out a shocked gasp. "Red!" He cried.

"Shhh, just relax." Red cooed softly. He stroked his length slowly and rubbed his thumb over the head, coaxing Robin's arousal until he was completely hard.

"Stop!" Robin yelled. "You can't-

A gasp that escaped his throat unannounced interrupted his protests, followed by a moan when he suddenly felt a tongue on the underside of his cock. He quickly tried to shut his legs, but Red immediately grabbed his legs and kept them spread apart.

"Please!" Robin begged, his face red in humiliation as Red's tongue flicked in his slit.

"Already dripping pre-cum. I knew you were gay." Red smirked. He pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before engulfing his leaking cock.

Robin cried out as warm wetness surrounded his dick, a deliciously wonderful tongue slithering against it. It swirled around, poking everywhere and anywhere. His cock pushed even further into Red's throat and his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. He writhed helplessly, making little mewling gasping noises at the pleasure that overwhelmed his senses. Was this what a blow job was?

Something burned in the pit of his stomach and he could resist bucking his hips into Red's mouth as the feeling built up inside of him. "R-Red! I'm gonna-Mm! I'm gonna come!" Robin moaned out. His hips bucked wildly and once more, his cock was pushed back into Red's throat. With that, his back arched sharply and his legs spread wide.

"Re-Ah!" Robin cried out wantonly as he came hard down Red's throat. The orgasm hit him like a truck and he had never felt something so powerful in his life. As he came down, he panted and opened his eyes. His lids suddenly felt heavy in his post-orgasm bliss and he hardly even acknowledged Red pulling away from his softening penis and taping him up in his night diaper.

"It's a good thing you're so small. Then I can fit all of you in my mouth." Red grinned, making Robin blush even more than he already was.

"I am not small!" Robin protested furiously.

"Five inches at most." Red stated as he snapped on the diaper cover.

Robin scowled at him hatefully. "You're such an asshole."

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the man who just gave you your first blow job, no, first orgasm ever?" Red teased.

"You're disgusting." Robin muttered as he tugged his pants back on and crawled to the top of his bed.

"Just admit it. You like it." Red frowned. "I don't even think gay guys get that turned on by blow jobs."

"Alright! Just shut up!" Robin snapped.

"Alright what? That you like boys? You like cock?" Red grinned. "Just shake or nod."

Closing his eyes, the teen sighed loudly and nodded, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"That's what I thought." Red chuckled.

"Can I please go to bed now?" Robin huffed. He pulled the covers over himself and turned out the light.

"Yea, yea." Red smirked, getting into bed himself. Once the light was out, he rolled over and shut his eyes. "Night faggot."