Slade was waiting for them in the lair when they returned. After Red had handed over the documents, he turned his attention to Robin. "Well?" He wondered. "How was it?"

Robin scowled at him bitterly, something that proved to be completely ineffective when offset by his sissy clothes. "He drugged me, but I'm guessing you were already aware that that would happen, weren't you?"

Slade shrugged. "He didn't violate you, did he?"

"Doesn't matter, that man was absolutely disgusting and I am going to take a shower." Robin huffed, storming down the hall. "Ugh, I'd rather roll around in garbage."

Red snickered, yanking off his mask. "I won't lie, that was pretty cruel of you to make Robin spend an evening with that guy. He was a total creep, like, child pornography, dead hookers in the basement scummy."

"I do hope Robin doesn't dwell on the unpleasant experience for too long. He always adopts such a bitter attitude after missions." Slade sighed.

"Yeah, he's a drama queen, alright." Red shrugged. "But what are you gonna do?"

Slade hummed thoughtfully. "Despite his less than admirable attitude, all things considered he has proven to be very useful."

Red smirked. "Yep, he's pretty versatile all right. Whelp, I'm gonna go clean up." He yawned, stretching his arms above his head before casually strolling down the hall towards the bathroom.

Robin held his breath in anticipation as he waited for something to happen. He was naked, propped on the toilet and staring intently at his groin. The entire room was silent; the only thing to be heard was the ticking of the clock. Robin counted in his head as seconds became minutes. He looked up and frowned. It had been quite a while since he'd gone, so it shouldn't have been much longer. His bladder seemed to be rather uncooperative tonight, but when wasn't it?

A small tinkling sound echoed in the bowl beneath him and he gasped, spreading his legs apart farther so that he could see. To think that he was actually peeing in a toilet the way he used to was something surreal, which in itself was completely outrageous. Still, he couldn't stop a nostalgic sense of pride from welling up in his chest.

"You look like a toddler who just earned his big boy pants."

Robin's head snapped up and all sense of satisfaction was replaced with mortification at the sight of Red observing him silently from the doorway. He slammed his legs shut and sent Red the dirtiest look he could muster while sitting naked on a toilet. "Get out!"

"Hey, take it easy." Red said, holding his hands up defensively. "I think you look cute like that." He tilted his head a little and smiled. "It was cute."

Robin glared at him and turned his head away. "Whatever. I told you to get out. I have to take a shower."

"I know." Red shrugged, unzipping his pants. "I thought I'd join you."

"No thanks." Robin's eyes narrowed. "I'm good."

"Come on, diaper butt. It'll be quicker. I'll help wash the pedophile off of you." He grinned.

Robin grimaced at him and grabbed his balled up dress, chucking it at him. "Get out!"

"Hey, don't be mean. Have you already forgotten who saved you from that sleazy politician?" Red pouted.

"Thanks for saving me, now get out." Robin huffed, his arms thrust between his legs stiffly.

"What's the big deal?" Red whined. "I see you naked all the time!"

"I shouldn't have to explain anything to you! Go! Before I get Slade." Robin threatened.

"Oh, so you're okay with Slade seeing you naked but not me? Harsh." Red huffed. "Fine, fine, I can see when I'm not wanted…" He murmured as he walked out of the bathroom.

Sighing in relief, Robin leaned over, just barely reaching the door to push it shut. With his pride diminishing but his fatigue increasing, he quickly stepped into the shower and started the water. He closed his eyes and sighed, letting the water splash over his feet as he tested the knob for just the perfect temperature.

Soon the entire bathroom was clouding with steam as almost unbearably hot water hit his back and cascaded down his body in fat, rolling streams, entwining his legs like freely growing ivy and speckling his arms and shoulders with tiny drops. He breathed in the steam and sighed, closing his eyes and pretending he was in a sauna at one of the luxurious spas Bruce's friends always liked to frequent with their insistent wives. His skin flushed pink against white but he paid the heat no mind as he soaped up his arms, scrubbing especially hard around the places Heiman had touched him. The steam cleared his sinuses and the heat eased the tension from his muscles while his mind was put at ease by the fervent scrubbing of his skin. He was even starting to feel relaxed until two strong arms pressed him against the tiled wall.

"Wha?" Robin protested, turning to see Red smirking at him.

"Hey baby boy."

Robin let out a small squeak and pushed his chest. "What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in here?" He snapped, bringing his hands down to his groin modestly. He glowered at the older man, growling angrily.

"I told you I'm here to help you get cleaned up. I'll scrub your back for you!" He beamed. He heaved forward, letting out a gasping moan when Robin socked him right in the stomach.

"Idiot! And you call Heiman a perv! Get the fuck out!" Robin snarled.

"Ow, I think I'm going to throw up." Red whined. "That really hurt."

"We'll don't do it in here! Get away!" Robin ordered, pushing him back towards the entrance.

"Hold on! Stop pushing me!" Red protested, grabbing onto his arms as the younger boy kept pushing at him and then suddenly they were both going down, Robin being yanked forward as Red's feet slipped out from under him. They landed with a loud crash, their legs a tangled mess. Shampoo bottles teetered off of shelves and dropped on top of them as the two regained his bearings.

"What was that sou-

Robin glanced up to see Slade standing in front of the tub with his arms crossed over his chest, his single eye narrowed into a visible slit. Robin reached over and grabbed his towel, fighting down a blush as he sat up and hastily wrapped it around his waist. Then he pointed a single accusing finger at Red. "He did it."

Robin got into bed without a word, prepared to call it a night and turned off the light. Red, who was currently on his way to his own bed, tripped in the sudden darkness and stumbled forward. "Hey!" He frowned grabbing onto the end of his bed for support. "I wasn't ready yet!"

"I wasn't ready to have you creep into my shower, but we can't always get what we want, now can we?" Robin grouched back.

"Oh come on, it wasn't a big deal. I see you naked probably five times a day." Red rolled his eyes. "I literally shoved my fingers up your ass today."

"Shut up." Robin grumbled, rolling over. "You wouldn't touch me at all if it weren't for Slade's stupid rules."

"So mean." Red pouted. "Are you sure you're not just upset because our dicks touched?"

"Stop talking about it!" Robin shouted, chucking a pillow at him through the darkness.

Red peered at him, a grin growing on his face. "You are! I knew it!"

"I'm done talking about this." Robin stated. He grabbed his pillow from the floor and rolled over, pulling the covers up over his head.

Red chuckled to himself and lied down in his own bed. "Okay, I'm sorry I embarrassed you and invaded your precious privacy." He grinned, staring up at the ceiling.

When Red woke up the next morning, Robin's bed was already made, but from the looks of his hamper, he had yet to get dressed for the day. The thief sat up and rubbed his eyes, his lips stretching into a yawn. He reached his arms up into the air and tugged at his biceps, feeling his back loosen with a satisfying crack and pop. He didn't bother to get dressed just yet and wandered into the kitchen in just his boxer shorts only to find Robin in a similar position.

"Morning." He greeted him as he shuffled over to the fridge for some eggs. When Robin didn't respond, he turned to look at him. "Are you still upset about last night?"

"No." Robin muttered darkly, shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Then what is it now? Slade give you another stupid mission?" Red prodded. Silence. He frowned and turned back to the fridge. "Fine." He shrugged. "Don't talk to me." He cooked his eggs in silence and poured them into a bowl. "I'll be over there, where you can't accidentally be nice to me."

"Please tell me you two aren't still bickering. " Slade sighed as he walked into the room. "I'm starting to regret allowing you to live here. All you've done is distract my apprentice."

"You want to change his diapers? Be my guest." Red replied. "You rub butt paste on him from now on."

"Will you stop talking like I'm not even here?" Robin snapped, his face reddening. He turned to Slade and pointed stiffly in Red's direction. "I want you to discipline him."

"Why?" Slade asked.

"Why? Because he sneaked into my shower and practically molested me! Do something!" Robin huffed.

"No." Slade replied simply.

"What? No way, that's not fair! I always get punished for the smallest shit and Red fucking molests me and you don't do shit!" Robin yelled angrily.

"Robin, why are you so irritable this morning?" Slade demanded to know, walking over to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about? Nothing's bothering me." He snapped. When Slade approached him, he shifted away trying to avoid his touch but the mercenary didn't give up that easily. "Get away from me!" He pressed his hands against Slade's breast plate. Before he could push him away, however, his wrists were seized in one of Slade's strong hands and held off to the side.

"Red, get over here." Slade ordered.

"What is it now?" The thief whined, leaving his eggs on the coffee table and strolling over.

"Check Robin's forehead."

Red rolled his eyes and lifted his hand up, brushing Robin's bangs aside. "I don't know what you're worried about he's probably just a littholy shit!" His eyes widened as he pressed his hand against Robin's burning forehead. "Kid, did you know you've got a fever?"

"He must have picked something up while he was waiting to be auctioned off. Those waiting cells aren't all too sanitary." Slade commented.

"That's why you're so grouchy this morning?" Red asked.

"No, that's not the reason." Slade replied as Robin struggled in his grip.

"Then what?" Red wondered curiously.

"None of your fucking business." Robin spat.

Slade sighed impatiently and pulled Robin right out of his seat. Tugging up the boy's night shirt, he seized the back of his diaper and rubbed it down against his bottom roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from Robin followed by a long, agonized series of whiny whimpers. With his hands now free, he seized the back of his diaper and bounced a little in his spot, his features twisted with discomfort.

"Dammit." He whimpered, his face going blotchy and red. When Red giggled, he glared up at him with all of the fury he could muster. "It's not funny."

"Aww, poor sweetheart. You got a widdle diaper ouchy?" Red crooned sympathetically.

"Perhaps I will need to take control of Robin's changes, since you don't seem to be doing a proper job at it." Slade commented. He sighed and lifted Robin by waist, tossing him over his shoulder. "Back to bed, Robin. Red, go get something to help his fever."

Robin whined and protested until Slade arrived in his and Red's shared room and dropped him down onto the bed. He moved over towards the dresser to get the changing supplies and returned to Robin. "Lie down."

Robin reddened and shook his head.

"Oh? Red doesn't seem so bad now, does he?" Slade retorted as he reached for Robin's waist and untaped the wet diaper from his hips. He pulled the front down and studied his front, making Robin squirm and blush uncomfortably beneath his sharp gaze. "Lie down and bring your knees to your chest." Slade directed. When the boy hesitated, he looked at him warningly. "A spanking will not feel good on top of a rash."

Robin winced at the thought and blushed deep scarlet, but he supposed it was better than having the mercenary stare at his privates so he hooked his hands beneath his knees and pulled them towards his chest. He kept his eyes focused on the ceiling while Slade inspected the rash on his bottom with close consideration, even going as far as to spread his cheeks apart. Robin immediately tensed, his face getting hot with embarrassment, but thankfully he stopped after a few seconds and reached for the cleaning wipes.

"This may hurt." Slade warned him as he pressed one of them against his raw skin and began to wipe as gently as he could manage. Robin gasped and whimpered his muscles tensing in pain as the rash stung and burned with each short movement. A sweat, aided by his already raging fever, broke out on his forehead and he squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn't dealt with a rash this bad since he'd shit himself during a mission last year and had been forced to run around for hours without a single chance to clean up. Soon enough though, Slade finished his bottom and pulled the wet diaper out from underneath him, replacing it with a clean one. "Legs apart, Robin." Slade instructed and though he really didn't want to, it wouldn't help to defy the man so he slowly released his legs and separated them just enough for Slade to clean him up with a second baby wipe.

"I found some Tylenol in the bathroom." Red announced as he entered the room. When he saw the nasty redness that had formed in splotches on Robin's behind, he hissed sympathetically. "Yikes, sorry babe. That looks like it really hurts." He frowned.

Robin didn't reply, clenching his teeth as Slade coated his bottom in white butt paste. He made sure not to miss a single place, getting it between his cheeks and even on his balls and around his penis as well. By the time he was done, it looked like Robin had accidentally sat in a pile of toothpaste.

"Tape him up, Red. I need to wash this stuff off of my hands." Slade ordered.

"Aye aye, boss." Red nodded, hurrying over to the boy to fasten the clean diaper around his waist. "There, feel better?"

Robin didn't reply, dropping his legs with a sigh of relief and rolling over.

Red smiled and sat down on the edge of the back, rubbing his back. "How about I set up the couch for you? That way you can be comfortable and watch TV." He leaned over and kissed the top of his head, brushing his damp bangs out of his eyes before gathering up the bedding and moving it to the living room. He came back for Robin and once he was nestled into the couch, Red went to get him some Tylenol.

"I'm not dying, you know. It's just a fever." Robin told him as he took the pills offered.

"Yeah, but this gives me an excuse to pamper you." Red grinned. "The other kind of pamper, I mean."

Robin rolled his eyes. "Even when I'm sick you can't control yourself, can you?" He huffed.

"I thought it was just a fever." Red retorted. He grinned and flopped down on the couch, capturing Robin in a cuddle.

"What are you doing?" Robin asked.

"I'm curing you, so stop complaining." He replied.

"How?"

"Just shut up and let me cuddle you."