The next day, Robin kept his distance from Red, blushing shyly and averting his gaze every time the man looked at him. He had pointedly worn a pull-up, even though Slade had forbidden it since the Xenothium incident. Red would usually keep him in a regular diaper for the whole day without much protest from the teen. He found it charming at first, but after a few hours of Robin skittering around nervously at his presence, he decided that it was about to time to put a stop to it.
"Will you cut that out?" Red sighed, his eyes never leaving the television screen. "You're acting like a little girl who just got her first kiss." He paused and smirked. "Oh wait."
"Shut up!" Robin scowled. Blushing furiously, he chucked a pillow at the man but Red easily dodged it.
"Is that what this is about? You're embarrassed?" Red rolled his eyes in irritation but couldn't resist finding it amusing and cute.
"No!" Robin huffed defensively, a blush rising on his cheeks.
"Awww, is Robby feeling shy? Did the widdle baby just get his fiwst weal kiss?" Red crooned, crawling across the couch to him and seizing him in a tight cuddle. He ignored Robin's shouts of protest as he pressed kisses to the boy's cheeks. "So cute!"
"Enough!" Robin snapped, shoving him away. "What you did was rape."
"Please, don't act like you didn't love it." Red scoffed and fell back onto the couch to writhe around dramatically. "Ah! Red! I-I'm comiiiinnggggggg!" He moaned highly
Robin flushed angrily and beat him with a pillow. "Cut it out!"
Red sat up on his elbows and grinned. "Too accurate? Come on, Robin, now that we've established your queerness we can finally get down to business."
"Oh?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
Red glanced at the door before getting up and inching closer to Robin. "Well," he began, placing a hand on the boy's thigh, "we can start with this." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Robin's lips.
Robin squirmed uncomfortably and looked away, his face turning a deep shade of scarlet. He looked around as if hoping that Slade would come in and put a stop to this but the man was nowhere to be found. "You're way too old. I'm only sixteen."
"So?" Red scoffed. "How old do you think I am, thirty? Seven years isn't that much, sweetheart."
"Does underage mean anything to you?" The boy asked. "You could get arrested for what you pulled last night."
"Oh yeah, because I'm so afraid of breaking the law." Red smirked sarcastically. "Face it, baby. You may not like it, but you think I'm hot."
"What? No!" Robin argued quickly.
"Yeah you do." Red chuckled. "You want to be in my bed and I can make you scream sooo much louder." He whispered evilly.
"You're such a pervert!" Robin cried out, pushing on his chest and getting up. "Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I don't have any standards."
"Standards? Look at me. I'm gorgeous." Red replied.
"And narcissistic." Robin added. "Conceited, egotistical, selfish, arrogant…"
"And also caring and nice and protective and loving." Red protested.
"Like when?" Robin rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe when you came home after shitting yourself in a dark alley and got a spanking from Slade?" Red answered.
"That was one time." Robin huffed.
"Still means something." Red shrugged.
"Like what?" The teen inquired doubtfully.
"Think about it." Red smiled, closing his eyes confidently. "I've wiped shit off your bare ass and changed your wet diapers but….I still find you extremely sexy."
He got up and left the room, giving Robin his much wanted peace with a satisfied smirk on his face. He had planted the seeds of lust in the hero's head. Now all he had to do was sit back and wait for his precious little diaper boy.
It actually came sooner than he thought.
He was sitting on the bed messing with his gear when Slade burst through the door. The mercenary had Robin thrown over his shoulder and ignored the boy's kicking legs and shouts of protest. To Red's amusement, his pants had been tugged down a little to expose the top half of the his pull-up and the thief immediately knew what had happened.
"It's your responsibility to keep him diapered." Slade told Red as he threw Robin onto the bed. He bounced, making a small sound as he hit the surface and tugged his pants back up.
"Not my fault. How was I supposed to know he was wearing a pull-up? You made the punishment, so you enforce it." Red replied easily.
Slade's eye narrowed warningly. "Just do it."
Before Red could back talk again, the criminal walked out of the room, leaving them alone. "Alright, Robin, assume the position."
After a moment's hesitation, Robin obeyed and despite his embarrassment, he soon found himself spreading his legs so that Red could replace his pull-up with one of those horribly thick pampers. He was immensely relieved that Red remained professional this time with none of the funny business from the night before. The second he felt the tapes being secured, Robin sat up and yanked his pants back on.
Robin took a nap after lunch. He woke up to Red's head between his bare legs and he let out an alarmed cry, scrambling away from him. "What the hell?"
"Aw, you weren't supposed to wake up yet." Red pouted, sitting up and putting the cap back on a permanent marker.
Robin glanced down and was relieved to find that he still wore his diaper. However, a double-take made him realize that somebody had graffiti'd the entire front of the garment. "Seriously?" He asked angrily.
"I was bored." Red shrugged innocently. "Would it kill you to support my creativity once in a while?"
"You want to be creative? Go draw on your own clothes!" Robin snapped.
"Aww, what's the big deal? I'll have to change you anyway." He shrugged. "You already blurred up have of my pictures."
Robin looked down and reddened when he found that a recent wetting had in fact smudged a number of Red's little doodles, making them foggy, incoherent blobs. He looked up Red and scowled hatefully. "Is your life really so sad and empty that you have to find amusement through something as stupid and immature as this?"
"So you don't like my drawings?" Red asked, feigning hurt.
Robin just shook his head in disgust and got up, waddling slightly to his and Red's room so that he could change out of his wet diaper.
Red stood and followed a little ways behind, grinning widely as he stared at Robin's diapered backside which read Property of Red.