Robin kept to himself for a while after the prep school affair. He spent the week brooding in embarrassment and resentment towards Slade who had told him to stop being a baby about it and be glad he wasn't caught. Red was a bit more sympathetic and tried cheering up Robin with his favorite foods, but they must have differing taste buds because the teen didn't appreciate the gesture at all. For the most part he devoted his time to kicking the crap out of Slade's punching bags and moping around on the couch in an oversized shirt.

On the fifth day, Red had enough of this and seeing as how Slade was too occupied with his precious nuclear technology to acknowledge the issue, he decided that it was time to take matters into his own hands.

"Alright, that's enough." He announced. The red placed his hands on his hips in a power stance and stared down at the teen. His shirt was raised ever so slightly, just enough to peek at his puffy, padded crotch at just the right angle. And of course he was wet, the lazy ass.

"What." Robin murmured, keeping his eyes trained on the television screen.

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life pouting? I mean the welts went away days ago." Red said. "You need to move on."

Robin scowled at him. "Leave me alone."

"I've been doing that for the past week, but obviously that isn't working so we're going to try something else." The thief declared before grabbing Robin and throwing him over his shoulder. "And we're going to start with a change." He ignored Robin's struggling and rolled his eyes. "Honestly babe, you're not a toddler, don't make me have to start checking to see if you've soiled yourself."

Blushing indignantly, Robin beat on his back furiously. "I'm not your babe, asshole!" A slap to his bottom shut him up for a second, but the second he was dropped on the bed, Robin's spitfire attitude had returned. He quickly scrambled to his knees in front of Red. "What do you-

"I'm doing my job." Red cut him off as he pressed his palm to Robin's face and shoved him back down onto the comforter. He rolled out the waterproof changing mat and grabbed Robin's ankles to unceremoniously yank him on top of it. "And I would appreciate if you let me do it."

"Fucking dick." Robin grumbled as Red reached for the tapes of his wet diaper. "I'll do it myself."

"Nope." Red shrugged.

"Yes." Robin decided, slapping the older man's hands away. He started to clamber up again, but he didn't get very far at all. "God! Why do you have to be such an asshole?"

"Stop calling me names."

"Or what, you gonna tell on me?"

"I'll start calling you names, and you'll regret it."

"I don't believe you."

Red smirked and looked at him evilly. "Try me."

Robin glared at him hatefully. "Whatever…bastard."

Red chuckled and shrugged. In less than a second he had Robin on his back, his ankles up in the air in the man's tight grip. "Oh baby, look at that diapey!" He crooned.

At the condescending tone, Robin halted and stared at him. "What was that?"

"Did my baby bird make pee pees in his nappy wappy?"

Robin squirmed uncomfortably. "Don't…don't do that. I don't like that."

Smirking maliciously, Red just ignored him. "Let's get you all cleaned up, little boy." He cooed, untaping the diaper and grabbing a few wipes. "There," he smiled as he cleaned off his backside, "now baby's bottom is nice a clean."

"Cut that out! You sound fucking ridiculous!" Robin snapped, getting progressively embarrassed.

Red glanced up at his reddening face and chuckled, deciding to take pity on the boy. He'd only do it one more time…

"Don't cry, baby, let's just clean up your teeny tiny weewee…

"Would one of your like to explain what happened?" Slade inquired testily. He was not at all happy at being pulled away from his precious blueprints, especially not for something as immature as this. Robin sat on the bed in a roughly taped diaper. He had an angry pink staining his face as he shot daggers at Red, who was holding another clean diaper to his bleeding nose.

"No." Robin said evenly. Red wanted to protest that he would very much like to explain why the little brat had felt the need to break his fucking nose, but he could tell that if he didn't want any other injuries, it would be wise to keep his mouth shut.

"Obviously something happened." Slade sighed impatiently. He glanced at Robin and crossed his arms. "You can't still be pouting over what happened with Miss Claudine." When he received silence, he walked over and roughly grabbed Robin's jaw in his hand, forcing him to meet his gaze. Red took a step forward to referee. Robin could give him a thousand bloody noses but he'd still never let anybody harm the boy in his presence.

"It's your fault it happened in the first place." Robin spat hatefully.

"Oh grow up, Robin. You deserved it for getting caught. I thought you were a top-notch hero." Slade replied. "I must say that I am quite disappointed. Now stop acting like a baby."

Robin glared at him steadily and both men knew that he was holding back tears of humiliation and anger. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was incontinent and it wasn't fair that he had to be Slade's minion against his will. None of it was fair but life isn't fair and Robin knew that even if he didn't want to, he had to accept that.

"Stop it. If you keep this up, I will make Claudine's caning seem like a friendly tap." He threatened before standing up straight and glancing at Red. "Fix the damn diaper." He muttered as he left.

Once Red's nose had stopped bleeding and Robin's diaper had been fixed, the teen went right back to moping on the couch. He lied on his stomach, his face turned towards the television as he stared blankly at some stupid crime show that he was hardly able to follow. Then without warning, a what felt like three tons pressed down on his back, forcing a squawking sound from his lungs.

"Hey!" He cried out.

"Sorry." Red laughed, quickly situating them so that he lied on his back with Robin face down on his stomach. He snaked his hands up around the boy's waist so that he couldn't move and smiled innocently. "How's it going?"

Unamused, Robin scowled at him. "Leave me alone."

"Why?" Red asked. "I thought we could pout together."

"Oh really?"

"Yep, I realized that even though you nearly broke my nose, I probably deserved it for teasing you, so I'm gonna make it up. You wanna be a lazy couch potato then I'll support you." Red smiled, feeling proud of himself for thinking of the smooth reply.

Robin just rolled his eyes in annoyance but Red noticed smugly that his protests had ceased. He took this as an okay to start rubbing his back. When Robin didn't argue about that he casually slipped his hand down to massage Robin's backside through the diaper. He heard the boy inhale deeply and smirked, continuing his actions with hopes of getting Robin hard. Red kept rubbing, kissing his cheek gently. He kept it up for five, six, seven, more minutes and frowned when he realized Robin wasn't getting aroused at all. In fact…

The thief glanced over at his young charge's face to find him fast asleep.