After Red brought his things up, he and Robin quickly unpacked all of it before the teen was laid down on the floor for one last diaper change. The bathroom was the only place where they were completely positive contained no surveillance equipment and Robin refused to do it anywhere else.
"Seriously?" Robin scowled as he lied down and hiked up his skirt.
"What?" Red asked innocently. He had grabbed a diaper from their new hiding place in Robin's top drawer and now began to unfold it.
"Slade isn't even here." Robin reminded him. "I can change my own diapers."
"Absolutely not. Slade has a way of finding things out." Red stated with an air of professionalism. A sly grin cracked his façade. "Besides, this might be the last time I see your delicious little cock for a while."
"Little?" Robin snapped indignantly. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Aww, how cute. Robby-poo has his teenage pride." Red cooed. His eyes strayed back down to his groin. "All four inches of it."
"Fuck you." The hero hissed. He got up and finished cleaning himself on his own before dropping his skirt. Then he exited the bathroom and made a beeline for his luggage.
"Where do you think you're going?" Red asked as he balled up the wet diaper and hid it in the trash under a few paper towels.
"To get a pull-up. I refuse to wear that thick monstrosity under a flimsy little skirt." Robin called back. He pulled one of the pampers out of a new pack. Turning away from Red, he stepped into the undergarment and tugged it up around his hips. Wearing diapers definitely was not all bad. They were great for restraining and concealing his "boy parts" under the skirt. Dropping his skirt again, Robin turned around. "Okay, bye."
"That's it? No emotional tears or passionate kiss for your handsome and charming lover?" Red pouted.
"You are not my lover, nor are you charming." The teen replied, crossing his arms over his chest in irritation.
Red raised an eyebrow and smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Good luck, birdy." He whispered before getting up and swaggering out of the room.
Rolling his eyes, Robin went over his schedule before checking out the school map he had been given. He crawled to the top of the left bunk bed as to avoid the security camera from viewing the paper and grabbed two pens: one red and one black. With the black he marked up possible hiding places including the headmistress's office, the library, and even the boiler room. Places like classrooms, the gymnasium and the cafeteria were marked off as very unlikely. With red, he marked times when rooms would be empty based on the information that Slade had previously collected. He was halfway through scribbling down the library shifts when he heard the click-clacking of Mary Janes. This was it. He quickly folded up the papers and hopped down from the top bed, tucking them into one of his notebooks just as three girls entered the room. He turned around and painted a nervously shy expression on his face.
"Umm, who are you?" The girl was a bit shorter than Robin with smooth tan skin and pin straight hair that was a mix of blonde and brown streaks. She was in uniform, sans her jacket and her shirt was unbuttoned so that Robin could see the tip of her neon bra. The hem of the top had been pushed up to reveal a strip of skin and thin, protruding hip bones. Robin immediately hated her.
"I…I'm new." Robin mumbled timidly, his eyes darting from her to the other two girls that flanked her sides. He could do this. He'd had plenty of experience with Bruce Wayne acting like the scared, weak little orphan boy. Being a scared, weak little girl couldn't be much harder.
"I think you're in the wrong room then." The girl shrugged. "We already have four people in this room."
Robin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "O-oh!" He said with genuine concern. "I'm sorry. I was just assigned to this room."
"That's okay." The girl replied with a sickly sweet smile.
Robin frowned and glanced over at the dresser. He had already unpacked! And if this wasn't his room, then where was he supposed to go? He decided not to mention this little known fact for now, hoping they wouldn't go looking in any of the drawers and grabbed his schoolbag before shuffling out of the room.
Damn it, Slade. He scowled to himself as he shuffled through the dormitory in search of somebody that could help him. The number of girls was quickly increasing and if he didn't get settled quickly, then he was going to be in a bit of trouble.
"Excuse me?"
Robin turned around to find a girl that looked possibly older than he was. "Yeah?"
"Are you lost or something?" She inquired. "You look kind of confused."
"I just…I was supposed to be in that room over there but there must have been a mistake or something because they already have four people." Robin explained.
The girl gave him an odd look that made him squirm uncomfortably. "No they don't."
Robin looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing. "What?"
"Brianna's room? Yeah, there's only three people."
Robin's eyes narrowed and he nodded. "Thanks." He said before returning to the room. As he passed that lying bitch, she didn't say a word and out of the corner of his eye, the teen noticed her rolling her eyes to her friends as if it was his fault she had lied to him. He immediately recognized the type and his enthusiasm for the mission plummeted.
"Hey, new girl, what's your name again?" One of her little minions asked. This girl was actually quite a bit taller and impossibly skinny with the same straight hair but in piss yellow. Her eyes were caked with black make-up that made her look more like an idiot and less like a sex goddess.
"Robin." He murmured passive aggressively.
"And how old are you supposed to be? Because frankly, you're flat chested and you look like a twelve year old with that pixie cut." The girl who Robin had assumed to be Brianna told him.
He clenched his fists a little behind his back and raised his chin up a little. "I'm sixteen." He said a little tightly.
The bitch raised her eyebrow and turned back to her friends, having grown tired of the "new girl's" presence. Robin took this as a signal to go back to what he had been doing as well. Eyeing the security camera, Robin grabbed his notebook and pens and began to clamber back to the top of the bed.
"Nuh-uh, no way. That's where I sleep." The third girl commented with a rather vitriolic tone. She looked like a carbon copy of her fellow toady but with dark hair that looked tacky with her brown eyebrows and pale face. She twirled the ends of it on her fingers smugly as if she expected everyone to believe that it was natural and not some shit from a bottle.
Frowning, Robin carefully dropped from the top and settled on the bottom bunk. "Sorry." He said remorselessly. It was at that time when Robin decided that if he had to, he would smack these fake, bra-stuffing whores down like the hand of God.