"Hey…"

"Hey."

"Hey, new kid!"

Robin rolled over tiredly and peered up at his roommate. "Huh?"

"There's a bunch of chicks waiting outside the door. They say they won't leave until they can talk to you." The boy said. He was obviously a bit resentful that none of them had been for him. "Not sure what makes you so special but whatever."

Robin kicked off his covers and sat up, curious as to what they wanted. He yawned, rubbing his eyes and shuffled over to the door. He opened the door and as expected, all thirteen of the theater ballet girls were waiting for him.

"Finally!" Ericka exclaimed. "We've been waiting forever!"

"What do you guys want?" Robin asked darkly.

"Look, we're sorry about yesterday, we didn't mean to embarrass you." Brooke apologized. "It just came as a surprise, is all."

"Totally, we don't care if you're incontinent or whatever." Anna insisted. "In fact, we want you to come back again today."

"What?" Robin raised his eyebrow suspiciously. This had to be a scheme.

"Look, Jessica is still out sick and we need even numbers." Brooke informed him. "Besides, we already know about your diapers. What do you think will happen if you try to wear a leotard over one of those things? And in front of boys?"

Robin stiffened at the thought. "How do I know you aren't going to publically humiliate me or something?"

"Because you have skills and you're useful to us." Brooke stated. "So are you in or not?"

Robin glared at them and didn't reply.

"Alright, is everybody here?" Brooke called. She looked around, mentally marking everyone present except… "Robin?" She called. "Where's Robin?"

She looked towards the wardrobe room and narrowed her eyes. "Robin, come out!"

"No way!"

"You're wasting time, get out here now!"

"Why can't a wear the dress from yesterday?" He whined.

Brooke sighed and walked over to the dressing room. "Because that's not the costume you're supposed to be wearing." She replied.

"Well I look stupid. Everybody's going to laugh."

"No they won't. Now come out before I have to come in after you."

Brooke heard a loud sigh before the curtain was pushed aside. Robin stepped out in a pair of ballet slippers and another pink dress, only this time the tutu was short and curved upward, leaving the bottom of his diaper exposed. He blushed and self-consciously tugged on the skirt.

"I can't even see it." She lied. "Now come on."

Robin sullenly followed her into the dance room and the girls held back their squeals at how cute their newest team member looked with his slender thighs coming out of the puffy white padding. He was like a little baby and all of the girls wanted a piece of him.

"Are you sure they can't see it?" Robin whispered worriedly as they went through the practice motions on the ballet bar.

"Of course not, you're completely covered so stop worrying." She told him. She gave him an encouraging smile, then watched with the other girls in delight as Robin bent forward to retie his ballet slipper. At lunch time, the girls all gathered on the floor with their lunches and began to eat. Having not received the lunch memo, Robin joined them, sitting back and watching them eat as they snuck glances between his legs where his diaper had grown swollen and yellowed.

"Oh, don't you have anything to eat?" Anna pouted at him. "Poor baby. Here, you can have some of mine." She smiled and held a strawberry to his lips. Smiling at the gesture, he leaned forward and took a bite.

"Aww! You must be starving!" Ericka crooned and suddenly he was being fussed over and cooed at and fed to until he couldn't eat another bite. Confused, Robin excused himself and clambered to his feet. Promising the girls that he'd be back, he shuffled into the wardrobe room and grabbed his bag. He had just pulled a clean diaper out of it when a knock on the door made his squeak and jolt in surprise. He turned and found Red staring at him.

Robin opened the door and stepped out. "What's going on?"

"I should be asking you that. Aren't you supposed to be with the boys?" Red demanded.

"I was, but I got caught sneaking through files and these girls helped me hide and now they're blackmailing me." Robin explained.

"Hurry up, Robin! We saved you a cookie!" Anna called.

Red raised his eyebrow. "They sound truly malicious."

"I don't get their angle." Robin sighed as Red brought a hand down to squeeze the crotch of his diaper. "They're acting super nice, but I feel like they're hiding something."

Red steered him back into the changing room and grabbed the diaper out of Robin's hand. Robin tugged his tutu up and lied down on the floor while Red kneeled in front of him and made quick work of changing his diaper.

"They're probably just getting a kick out of babying you." Red replied. "I mean, they know about the diapers, right? Girls love taking care of boys that they see as cute and vulnerable. It's like a motherly instinct or something."

Robin made a face. "What would you know about girls?" He argued. "There's got to be something else going on here. I just know it."

Red shrugged as he fastened the new diaper around his hips. "You know, I bet these girls could be an advantage."

"How?" Robin cocked his eyebrow.

"I dunno, a distraction maybe? Make them fake an injury outside of the big boss's door while you slip in and grab the documents."

Robin sat up. "You know where they are?"

"I have a pretty good idea. I was fixing the lights in his room and happened to notice that he has a false wall with a safe inside." Red replied.

Robin grinned. "You just 'happened to notice' this?"

Red chuckled and nodded, helping Robin to his feet. "You know, I kind of like this look on you. Let's bring the tutu back once we're all done here."

"Not in a million years." Robin scowled before stomping back out to the girls. "Sorry, I had to take care of something."

"It's okay." Stephanie beamed. "We understand."

Ericka smiled and reached out to him. "Come sit in my lap while we talk." She invited him. Remembering what Red had said about using the girls for his advantage, he walked over and obediently settled down on her lap. Her arms encircled him and he relaxed a little as the girls talked and laughed, including him in the conversation.

"You're so cute!" Leanna squealed as he giggled at a joke. He grinned cheekily and sat up, reaching over for his water bottle.

"I want to hear you laugh again. Your laugh is precious." Bethany added and the girls all chattered in agreement.

"I know how." Ericka grinned mischievously. Getting on her knees, she rolled Robin onto his back and began to tickle his sides, making him shriek and squeal. Laughs forced their way out of him as the girls attacked his ribs, his feet, under his chin, until his body couldn't handle it anymore.

"Guys, stop!" Brooke ordered. The girls all paused and followed Brooke's finger as she pointed to Robin's slowly expanding diaper. He sat up and spread his thighs, frowning deeply as the material bloated at the crotch and yellowed. His face reddened in mortification and he looked up at them in fear, his eyes turning big and watery.

"Oh baby!" Somebody said and suddenly he was being cradled by one girl after the next. Kisses were pressed to his cheeks and his hair was stroked lovingly. They took turns fussing over him, cuddling him close and cooing at him. Robin should have been mortified, but he wasn't.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Ericka cooed. "It was just an accident. You couldn't help it." She stood up with him in her arms and took his hand, leading him to the wardrobe room. "Let's get you cleaned up!"

Once he was changed, they all swarmed around him and told him how cute and sweet he was before resuming practice. At dinner they got him his food and saved him a seat at the table, and afterwards they all walked him back to his dorm, pouring all of their attention into him the entire time.

Robin wanted to say that he hated it and found it completely annoying, but the truth was…he could get used to that sort of treatment.

The next day, Jessica was recovered from her illness so Robin packed his leotard and headed to the acrobatics class. He only made it three into the cafeteria before the girls tackled him in a hug. "Good morning baby!" They cooed in unison.

"Is our angel ready for act two?" Brooke grinned.

"What? I'm going back to my class." Robin replied.

"You can't!" Anna cried as the girls exchanged panicked looks.

"But Jessica's back…" Robin frowned.

"So? We still need you! Who cares about odd numbers?" Brooke insisted.

"I can't stay in your class forever." Robin reasoned. "If I keep skipping acro they'll notice."

"But we'll miss you." Bethany pouted.

"I'll come by and visit during lunch." Robin promised. "Okay?"

The girls exchanged looks and sighed. "I guess, but you have to come. If you're even a minute late, we'll come looking for you." Stephanie warned. The rest of the girls nodded in agreement.

Robin smiled. "Fine, fine."

Robin meant to keep his promise, he truly did, but then his diaper leaked in class. And then the boys noticed. Once the lunch bell rang he hurried to his locker as fast as his feet would carry him and pulled his tights down, inspecting the tape that had come loose as a result of too much stretching and bending. Biting his lip, he dug through his bag for a new diaper, his heart pounding. The other boys would be there any second and he didn't want to think about that. He did a quick switch, not even bothering to wipe himself up first and tossed the balled up diaper in the trash under some paper towels before grabbing his bag and leaving. He was almost at the door, almost free when someone called out:

"Am I the only person who noticed Robin piss himself?"

He froze, heat rising up on his cheeks. They obviously didn't realize that he was still there. Either that or they didn't care.

"Who does he think he's fooling? It's so obvious that he's wearing a diaper under his leotard."

"That's weird. Is he like, stupid or something?"

"Nah, I bet he gets off on them."

"Kyle says he wears them at night, too. He's probably a bedwetter."

Robin hurried out of the locker room and down the hall, keeping his eyes trained on the linoleum tiles in front of him. He knew he should be used to those sorts of comments by now but they were still hurtful. Each one stung like a slap to the face and made him want to shrink down in shame. He went up to his room to clean up and put on a clean leotard. By the time he was ready to leave the dorm, lunch was practically over.

At dinner, the girls flounced over to him with stern expressions. "Where were you?" Brooke demanded. "We waited an extra ten minutes for you."

Robin stared at his shoes. "Sorry, something happened and I couldn't make it."

Brooke looked at him, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Something? Or somebody?"

"It's not a big deal." Robin told her. "Let's just eat."

He got into line with them and selected his food, his face burning as a few boys from his class snickered at him. He had hoped the girls wouldn't notice, but clearly he underestimated them because almost immediately, Ericka spun around and glared at them. "Do we have a problem?" She hissed. The boys shook their heads. "No? Good. Let's keep it that way." She turned back to Robin with a cheerful smile. "Let's eat."

The next day, Robin showed up in the theater room bright and early. He let the girls baby and pamper him, spoil him with cuddles and compliments and feed him to their heart's desire. They signed their names on the back of his diaper one afternoon when he'd fallen asleep after lunch, and laughed when Robin finally noticed the smudged names after he'd gone off on his own for a change. Other times they practiced putting makeup on him, or they played tag just so that they could watch Robin's adorable waddle. Unbelievably, Robin was having fun. With each passing day he progressively forgot about the reason he was even here and simply enjoyed being fussed over.

That is until the seventh day when he walked into the wardrobe room for a change only to find Red waiting for him. "Oh, hey." Robin said.

"Hey?" Red snapped. "All you have to say to me is hey?"

"What?" Robin shrugged.

"I gave you intel like, a week ago and all you've been doing since is sitting on your ass and letting those bimbos out there feed you Wheat Thins!"

"Hey! They are not bimbos!" Robin snapped right back at him. "They're my friends."

"They're not your friends, Robin. They're just a bunch of girls with a weird diaper fetish." Red replied.

"They stood up for me. And they make me feel normal." Robin argued, crossing his hands over his chest.

"Babe, there is nothing normal about a bunch of teenage girls dressing a boy up in a tutu just so they can watch his diaper change color when he pees it." Red told him honestly. "You need to focus on the mission. If you don't, Slade is going to come after you and he'll be pissed."

Robin glared at him. "Why are you being so mean? Why can't I have a friend for once?"

"Robin, I'm your friend. As your friend, it's my responsibility to tell you the truth." Red stood up and hugged him close. "Please, just infiltrate his room tonight?"

Robin didn't respond. He turned around and grabbed his bag before disappearing behind the changing curtain. He changed, then didn't come back out until he was sure Red was gone.

The next morning, Robin skipped breakfast in favor of burglary. Making sure nobody was around, he picked his way into Fuccelli's room and shut the door behind him. This time he locked it and opened the window. At least now he would be able to escape before he was caught. He ran his fingertips over the walls, occasionally knocking to check for a secret door. Finally, right near the closet, he felt the sound go deep. He inspected the rest of the wall for some sort of switch, but found nothing until he reached the closet. He decided to keep going, knowing that there had to be something. His eyes remained peeled for a flaw, some sort of mistake that would give away the secret. That secret turned out to be a small button that blended in perfectly with the wooden shelving. Robin would have missed it completely if it hadn't been the only part of the shelf not covered in dust. He gave it a press and watched with satisfaction as the wood slid aside to reveal a medium sized safe. Robin sighed, he hated safes. They were such a bother to deal with. Thanks to Red, however, he wouldn't have to spend hours trying to crack the code. Pulling out the pocket laser Red had granted him, he easily cut through the lock and watched the door easily swing open for him.

Robin didn't bother looking inside each and every one of the manila envelopes. The guy clearly wasn't that experienced when it came to blackmail because the name of each person was written on the front of the files. Robin rolled his eyes and just grabbed it all before shutting the wall back up and making his escape. There, now Red could stop hounding him about the stupid mission.

Three more days passed before Robin finally got busted. He was in the middle of act two scene three when his diaper started to leak. He didn't even have time to get a diaper this time before Red was yanking him into the changing room and shoving him against the wall.

"You've had the goods this whole time and you didn't say anything?" Red asked him in angry disbelief.

"What…you were going through my stuff?" Robin asked just as angrily.

"No shit! Slade only packed you a couple of days' worth of diapers; you think they've just been appearing there naturally?"

"Well…where is it now?" Robin asked.

"It's leaving, just like us." Red stated. Without warning, he scooped Robin over his shoulder, tutu and all and snatched his bag up before walking out of the wardrobe room, and down the hall.

"Stop!" Robin exclaimed, his face burning red as he tried to yank his tutu down over his diaper. "Put me down now!"

"Nope." Red replied easily, strolling through the halls and straight out the door where a black van awaited them. Robin kicked and screamed but it didn't last long before he was shoved into the van. The second they were both inside, the vehicle began to drive away.

"No!" Robin cried, watching as the school grew smaller and smaller.

"Oh grow up, Robin. If you're going to get upset about something, get upset that Slade's probably going to beat your ass when we get home." Red said. "You could have screwed this whole thing up."

"You don't get it, do you?" Robin yelled. "You don't get what it's like to have to hide something your whole life because if you don't, then people will ostracize you. You don't understand what it's like to be ashamed of yourself for something you can't control. Those girls made me feel normal!"

"Those girls were weird! The only reason you felt normal was because compared to them, you were! Those girls aren't real friends." Red told him.

Robin slumped in his seat. "You wouldn't understand." He muttered sullenly.

"Oh, I wouldn't understand?" Red asked. "Who's been there for you every day since Slade started blackmailing you? I have. I take care of you and talk to you and yeah, I tease you because that's what friends do. All they saw in you was a plaything. That's it. They don't love you like I do. They wouldn't change your diapers or clean shit off your ass like I would and did. I'm committed to you Robin, and unfortunately, you're just going to have to accept that I'm the only friend you've got right now."

Robin didn't speak to him for the rest of the ride. At one point Red remembered Robin's leaking diaper and changed him, but that was about it in terms of interaction. When they got back to the base, they went inside and found Slade waiting for them.

"Care to explain the outfit, Robin?" He asked.

Robin shook his head sullenly. "Not really." He answered before trudging off to his room to mope.

Red handed the files over to Slade and followed him. He sat down on the bed and smiled a little. "Hey, why don't you show me your dance? I mean, we were there for nearly two weeks. You had to have learned something."

Robin shrugged, playing with the edge of his tutu. "My feet hurt."

"Well how about you show me the dance and then I'll massage them for you, sound like a deal?"

Robin nodded a little, still toying with the skirt. He stood up and started to dance. As Red watched Robin's adorable little legs prance and twirl around in the even more adorable tutu and diaper combo, he suddenly realized why those girls had liked him so much. He decided then and there that they were keeping the tutu.