Red was still asleep when the phone rang in the lair. He ignored it, expecting Slade to answer the call but when the piercing cry did not cease, he rolled out of bed with a loud groan and clumsily shuffled to the lair. Feeling around in the dark, he grabbed the phone and pressed talk. "Hello?" He murmured.

"You n-need to c-come g-g-get me right n-now!" A voice sobbed over the phone.

"What? Robin?" Red frowned.

"I got it, okay! J-just p-please get m-me. I –w-want t-t-to leav-ve!"

Completely puzzled but much more awake, Red nodded. "Alright, I'm coming. Pack up your stuff and I'll be right over."

"Who is it?" Slade asked from the doorway as Red hung up the phone.

"It was Robin. He wants me to come get him. He sounded really upset. He was crying." Red replied.

"Did he find the documents?" Slade inquired.

"I…I think so. He said something about having it, I think." Red shrugged. "But he didn't tell me what happened. He just really wants to get out."

"Very well. I'm going to check the security system, you go get Robin." Slade nodded.

Robin was waiting outside with his schoolbag when Red showed up in the car. He was still in his pajamas, his eyes blinking tiredly as he unlocked the door for Robin. After throwing his bag in the back seat, he sat down in the front, letting out a pained cry while fresh tears joined the old ones.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" Red frowned, genuinely concerned.

"Just take me home!" Robin sobbed. "I'm wet and tired and it hurts so bad!"

Red's eyes widened in surprise at the outburst and nodded, knowing better than to ask questions. The ride home was fairly uncomfortable with the only sound being the sobs that ripped from the younger boy's throat.

When they got back to the lair, Robin limped inside with his tears still going strong. Slade sat in front of his computer, waiting for the two boys to return. His eye landed on Robin and walked over. "Go to the bedroom and lie down on your stomach."

Terrified at what was implied in that statement, Robin burst into a new round of tears that overwhelmed him as he attached himself to Red and buried his face in the man's chest. "No, no, no, I'm sorry!" He wept, shaking his head.

"Calm down right now." Slade ordered sternly. "You are not being punished. Red, escort him to the bedroom and remove his clothes."

Giving him a skeptical look, the thief nodded and wrapped his arms around the teenager, leading him down the hallway while Slade made a stop in the bathroom for Neosporin and aloe. He then entered Red's room and frowned deeply behind his mask at the sight of Robin's abused backside. Red looked horrified and enraged, holding Robin's hand tightly as the boy cried into a pillow.

"Red, apply these to his backside." He instructed, passing the tubes of ointment to him. "And Robin, where are the documents?"

"My bag." Robin hiccupped, his voice raspy and raw.

He listened to Slade leave the room and squeezed his eyes shut as his hips were lifted. He felt Red slide a diaper under his hips in case of an accident. Next, cold fingers stung his backside and he let out a cry of pain as the ointment was rubbed gently into his skin. Red leaned down and blew softly on the wounds to soothe the sting. Robin hiccupped again, his body shuddering. The diaper beneath him began to grow sodden and yellow with urine as his muscles tensed and relaxed. Red chose to ignore this for now and focused on the medication.

"Alright, are you ready for a diaper?" Red asked softly, when Robin shook his head, he bit his lip and went over to the closet. Ripping open a new pack, he selected a single diaper and began to unfold it. "These are really soft, baby. It won't hurt that much." He carefully cleaned up Robin's groin and coated the diaper in powder. Then he taped him up in the diaper once Robin was on his back. "There, all better." He soothed, leaning down and kissing Robin's cheek.

His skin felt hot, so Red decided to leave the boy naked and scooped him up bridal style to carry him to the lair. The ginger glanced over at Slade, who was staring up at the large computer screen. After setting Robin on the couch, he ventured over and gasped. "Is this…?"

"Yes." Slade nodded as he watched her beat him repeatedly with that long, tenuous cane. The sobs were just as loud as they were in real life.

"That fucking bitch." Red growled, his fists tightening.

"Stop."

"I'm gonna fucking bash her face in!"

"I said stop. There's nothing you can do so get your anger under control and take care of Robin." Slade ordered.

Red took a few angry breaths before loosening his fist and turning back to Robin, who was lying on his stomach and wiping his eyes. He walked over to the couch and carefully lifted Robin's head, settling it in his lap. He flicked on the television to a random Lifetime movie and began to slowly stroke his arm. His second hand found its way into Robin's inky mess of hair, slowly massaging his scalp until he saw the boy's eyes close.