Luckily, Slade wasn't completely merciless and let Robin wear a trench coat and boots to hide his outfit. Nevertheless the drafts that hit his bare, shaved legs were less than pleasurable. Red disappeared into the night on his bike while Slade handcuffed Robin and seated him in the back of a tinted black car. The entire world seemed to be sleeping as they drove in silence with the only sound being the occasional crinkling and brushing of fabric or uncomfortable whimpers when Robin shifted in his seat. For a while the only thing providing light was the street lights that guarded the highways, but after what Robin guessed was about twenty minutes of driving, even those disappeared. Finally, the car slowly eased down a ramp and into a rather vacant parking garage.

"Well this looks fucking shady." Robin scowled in attempt to hide how nervous he actually felt.

"Don't talk like that in front of your buyer. Dirty mouths can be so off putting." Slade told him as he got out of the car and opened Robin's door. Before Robin could even get his bearings, he was spun around and a black blindfold was placed over his eyes. "Simply protocol." Slade murmured before Robin could argue. "Don't worry."

Robin tensed, feeling very insecure about the whole plan. He was handcuffed, blindfolded, and void of any weapons in a dark, suspicious downtown parking garage at night. That combined with Slade's less than admirable record made him wish he had refused and suffered through a spanking or something instead.

Suddenly he felt himself being scooped up bridal style into Slade's arms which was not strange in itself, since both he and Red insisted on carrying him on a regular basis. Still, he wished Slade would have explained all of this to him earlier.

"Remain silent and stoic." Slade whispered as he carried the boy out of the unlit parking garage and through a door at the end of the area. As he descended a staircase at the end of the hall, Robin's grip tightened on him and his cheek pressed against his shoulder plate. Slade knocked on the door and waited before knocking again. A man opened the door ajar and no more because of the chain keeping it secure but a small light seeped out.

"Password?" The man said gruffly.

"Gotham." Slade replied, making Robin's ears perk. He didn't react any further as he listened to the door close, then open completely. Slade entered the building and carried Robin to the waiting room.

Robin's robe was removed, but his blindfold and handcuffs stayed put as he waited on what felt like the dirtiest floor in the world. The entire place smelled like sweat, sex, and chemicals and Robin grimaced at the mix. All around him he could hear the others, most of them silent, but a few whimpering, crying and begging. It made his heart wrench and he desperately wished to save them, but knew very well that he could do nothing at the present time. Regardless, it still bothered him having to sit here and listen to it…

Nearly an hour passed before Robin's arm was grabbed roughly by someone who was definitely not Slade. He was dragged to his feet and forced to stumble forward before he tripped and went back down. The calloused hand yanked him across the room and in a matter of seconds, all noise disappeared. Suddenly the blindfold was yanked off and Robin had to squint at the blinding lights that invaded his vision.

"Male adolescent…" A monotonic voice announced through a speaker. It possibly possessed even less emotion than Slade's voice if that was possible.

"…white, Romani descent…"

Robin squinted and peered around. From what he could tell he was on some sort of stage in the middle of a large, circular room. Multiple spotlights were trained on him, and while they made it difficult to see, he could make out darkened figures through the tinted windows that made up the walls.

"…black hair, blue eyes, weighing one hundred and eighteen pounds…"

Robin surveyed each figure, looking for his target. Slade had said he would be directly to his right.

"…lean, athletic body type, delicate frame, specializes in age play and infantilism…"

Robin blushed when he heard that and suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was wearing a diaper and baby clothes in front of an audience. If they ever found out who he really was, there would be hell to pay.

A light went off and Robin was relieved to find that it had come from the shadow on the right. He turned in that direction and spread his knees apart a little more, giving the stranger an inviting look.

Another light went off.

Robin looked up in alarm. This one had come from the left. That would certainly not do if he wished to complete the mission. A third light went off and suddenly Robin's hands got clammy. Slade wouldn't let somebody else take him away, would he? There's no way Red would ever allow it.

It didn't matter. None of it did if he wasn't chosen by that Paul Heiman guy. Robin let out a disgusted sigh and leaned back to do a little encouraging. He just hoped Slade wasn't watching this. He pulled his legs through his arms, bringing them to the front of him and immediately spread his legs in Paul's direction. Batting his eyelashes shyly, he gritted his teeth and reached his hand down to give the crotch of his diaper a quick rub. A blush formed on his face but he used it to his advantage, peering bashfully in the man's direction once more.

His light went off again, as did three more. It was a constant battle. Every time Robin encouraged Paul, his light turned on only to be followed close behind by three or four more lights. After round three or four of that, Robin was getting frustrated.

",,,incontinent…"

The overhead speaker sliced through the silent chaos of the bidding war and all bids halted completely at the new piece of information. Robin reddened, knowing that Slade had probably convinced the voice to add that little fact last minute. He sat there and almost found himself holding his breath in anticipation, but nobody moved behind the glass. Robin couldn't resist feeling slightly hurt at that reaction, though he painfully understood that nobody wanted to have sex with someone who might piss the bed in the middle of it….

What the fuck was he saying? Robin quickly shook his head and focused on his objective. His cheeks pinked slightly as he widened his eyes and brought his thumb to his mouth. The reaction was almost instant. Paul Heiman's light shined alone in the large darkened room and the voice counted off the bidding. Nobody else made a move to buy and in five seconds, Robin was being led off of the stage once more. The blindfold was put back on but they left his hands in the front assuming that he was harmless.

This time he was walking much farther than earlier and with each step Robin could feel the damn plug shift inside of him. With all of the sitting and lying down he had done earlier it had been easier to ignore but with this constant movement the silicone was demanding his attention. He bit his lip and involuntarily clenched down around the object, but that simply made things worse. It seemed as though he'd have to bear with it until the mission ended. Nevertheless it could prove to be distracting and he was certainly going to complain about this later that night.

He was led out into an echoing room that Robin immediately identified to be another parking garage, though most likely not the same as the one Slade had parked in. When the person pulling him along finally stopped, Robin felt himself immediately being lifted into a car with leather seats. Somebody else got in beside him and then the door shut, leaving Robin to shift uncomfortably on the seat.

"I just love that sound." Came a hoarse voice from the person next to him. He felt a hand, scratchy from dry skin, ghost over his thigh and come to rest on the crotch of his diaper. Robin instantly tensed but didn't move, hoping Slade realized what he'd gotten the boy into.

The hand rubbed over the front, making the material crinkle. "So infantile…"

It was right then and there that Robin officially awarded this man with the title of World's Biggest Creep. He tried to slowly shift away, only to have his thigh grabbed once more.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart." Paul crooned. "Daddy's going to take good care of you tonight, you'll see."

Robin wanted to gag.

"I brought you some presents, too." He added. "I'll give you one now, and if you're a good girl tonight then you can have the other one."

A rubber nipple was pushed into his mouth and Robin nearly gagged at the taste, but quickly put a stop to that. Plastic pressed against his lips and Robin reddened at the indignity of being made to suck on a pacifier. His jaw clenched with irritation and hoped to God that Red or Slade never saw him like this.

"There, don't you look precious." Paul said breathlessly, though Robin wasn't sure if it was due to his presence or just the man's health issues. "I can't wait to have some fun with you."

Thankfully, the man stopped talking, but his hand didn't leave his leg. Robin was grateful anyway and was more than happy to sit in silence. That is until it was replaced by something even worse than Paul's weird comments.

Heiman's ears perked up and he turned to Robin and even though the boy couldn't see it, he knew that there was an eager grin forming on his face. The hand returned to his crotch to feel the sagging material and quick rush of warmth that made Robin turn positively red.

"Oh sweetheart did you make weewees already? I knew you were a baby but I didn't realize you needed daddy this much." He cooed, and Robin fought down a visible shudder of disgust and embarrassment.

This was too much. The next time Slade came to him with an assignment, Robin was going to tell him to shove it up his ass and he didn't care what the consequences were. The hand on his crotch didn't move, even when Robin started squirming a bit. The teen brought his hands down to try and nudge it away but Paul ignored it and let out a small chuckle.

"I know sitting in a wet diaper can't be comfortable sweetheart. Daddy will change you once we get to the motel." Then he patted the front.

Robin sighed around the pacifier and bowed his head. This guy was not only perverted, but delusional as well. And to think he was a member of their government…

At long last the vehicle stopped and to his utter displeasure, Robin felt himself being scooped up by the rat himself and placed over his shoulder. Robin silently grimaced at the mixed scent of body odor and cheap cologne. A hand travelled up to rest on his padded bottom and Robin scowled through the blindfold.

Luckily he didn't have to for much longer because once Paul had settled him on the motel bed, he removed both the handcuffs and the blindfold, allowing Robin to view him at last. It was a miracle he didn't ruin the whole thing by gagging. The man looked like an aged pedophile. His suit was greasy and sweat stained and his face was slick with oil. Ugh, that man had touched him…

Robin quickly surveyed the room. As expected there was already a glass of champagne on the dresser with a single filled glass. It was most likely put out by the management per Paul's request. The second thing he noticed was the duffel bag that sat on the floor below him. He wasn't quite sure what was in it, but he could guess.

"Are you ready, sweetheart? Why don't you lie down and wait while Daddy freshens up in the bathroom? Then we'll get you out of that soggy diaper." The man instructed and Robin nodded eagerly, relieved that this would be much easier than expected. Paul turned to enter the small bathroom and Robin didn't even wait for the door to shut before he located the tiny packet in the waistband of his diaper and ripped it out of the seam. In an instant he leaned over towards the dresser and dumped the powdery substance in and mixed it until the champagne turned clear once more. The empty packet was slipped under the clip of his bow to be disposed of later.

A toilet flushed and a doorknob turned so Robin quickly resumed his position on the bed with another twinge of disgust at the fact that Paul had not washed his hands. The man came over and grinned widely in excitement before reaching his hand towards the duffel bag and dumping half of its contents onto the bed.

"Now we don't want a wet bed so why don't you roll over onto this?" He crooned as he spread a changing mat out on the sheets. Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he found himself lying on top of Hello Kitty's giant face, but when Paul reached for the tapes of his diaper, things became a bit more serious.

The first side of tapes was ripped off and Robin's eyes widened. Slade had promised him that Paul wouldn't do anything to him and now here he was about to expose his nether regions to a gross old man! Robin immediately began to thrash and kick, pressing his thighs together to keep him from removing the diaper.

Paul frowned at this and reached into the duffel bag once more. "No baby, daddy needs to change your wet diapey. You don't want a rash, do you?"

"No, I change my mind. I don't want to do this!" Robin called as he sat up, but Heiman was right there, forcing weight onto his chest to keep him down as a bottle was forced into his mouth. There was no need to suck as the nipple's large slit had the milky substance pouring straight into his mouth and down his throat with no way to stop it. Robin coughed, choking on the fluid as he desperately tried to refuse it. He knew all too well that the milk was drugged and he didn't even have to examine the taste to reach such a conclusion. Men like Heiman were predictable.

"That's much better, huh sweetheart?" Paul smiled as he walked back around the bed. "Daddy knows you're feeling fussy but he's going to fix it."

Robin felt dizzy. The room spun, making him nauseated. His arms and legs felt disconnected and when he raised a hand to his face, it was fuzzy and not moving to where he wanted it. He let out a small whine as Paul spread his legs and continued the removal of his diaper, but nothing more could be done until Red or Slade realized what had happened.

"Now let's get you into something cuter than that plain old diaper." He smiled and raised Robin's legs to wipe his ass. However, he paused at the sight of the plug that filled Robin's entrance, a creepy grin emerging on his face. "Oh, baby. You're all ready for me, aren't you?" He asked as he ran his fingers over the handle. Robin glared at him as he was wiped (roughly), powdered (over excessively), and secured into a new diaper (covered with stupid pink and green flowers). The man looked him over and licked his lips eagerly at the sight of his precious little diaper slave.

Paul casually reached for his champagne, to which Robin slumped in relief. Then he took a seat on the bed and ran his hands up and down the insides of Robin's thighs. They stopped at his diaper and squeezed it, attempting to massage the teen's groin into hardness but that would not be happening with such a disgusting image sitting before him. Eventually Paul gave up slipped his filthy hands over the flat expanse of Robin's stomach and grazed slowly over his nipples.

He smiled and took a big sip of his champagne. "Now why don't you give daddy a big kiss?" He asked, slurring slightly in his speech.

At the sound of that Robin's eyes widened and he brought a shaky hand up to his head in a failing attempt to reach his bow. The man leaned down to him and the teen quickly turned his head, desperately grasping at the stupid ribbon. Finally his awkward-feeling fingers brushed over fabric and with what little strength he had, pinched the bow and set off the signal.

Soon after his jaw was gripped in the man's pudgy fingers and guided back towards his mouth which ranked something fierce. He sluggishly shook his head knowing that he would rather live with Slade and Red for the rest of his life than have this man's mouth on any part of him.

"Hey no…don'be diff'culll…" He slurred as the drug affected his thought process. His grip relaxed, allowing an immensely grateful Robin to shake his hands off and roll away a few inches onto his side. Behind him came a thud, which he assumed was Paul going unconscious, but he couldn't move his body anymore to check. He lied there for about three more minutes until a black cape came into view.

"Hey baby doll. Need some help?" Red asked with clear amusement in his voice.

Robin scowled up at him and huffed. "You…you two knew he was going…to drug me…didn't you?"

"Pretty cliché if you ask me." Red hummed as he scooped Robin into his arms. "Hold on tight." He said before shooting his grappling hook up through the large duct in which he'd come. Leaving Paul and his empty suitcase on the floor, he carried Robin through the ceiling and onto the roof. Below sat Red's camouflaged bike, which Robin was unceremoniously dropped onto.

"So how'd it go?" Red asked as they rode back to Slade's lair. "Was it fun?"

Robin scowled resentfully. "How about I shove a hot poker up your ass and ask you the same question." He snapped.

"Ouch, I think baby's cranky." Red commented teasingly. "You need to learn how to take a joke."

"I hang out with you, don't I?" Robin muttered.

"See?" Red laughed. "There you go. Hurtful, but funny."

"Whatever. Just speed up. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly wearing jeans and a t-shirt." Robin sighed as he leaned against Red.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Red nodded. "But look on the bright side. You didn't get spanked at all this time."

"Don't jinx it." Robin murmured as they took off through the city.