Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans! I only capture, torture and randomly pair sexy heroes up with evil villains so they can fuck their brains out. Hey! Its supposed to be truthful! Right? Right! I make no money!

Pairing: Slade/Robin

Warning: K. Its not really slash or yaoi, but it can be interpreted as such, if you squint. Its still hilarious anyways.

A/N: Haha! I seriously like this concept. I could totally see Robin doing this. But, I won't spoil the surprise! You'll just have to enjoy!

B is for Butt

Like usual, Robin and Slade were fighting.

Like usual, Slade had stolen a powerful particle weapon.

Like usual, Robin had told his team to back off and that he'd deal with Slade by himself.

Like usual, Slade taunted Robin to the point of his anger exploding, his mind becoming hazy in his un-concentrated position, and thus ended up loosing.

And like usual, Slade would then slip away, leaving Robin hating himself for loosing control and spending endless hours trying to track the man down.

Well, that is how is usually went…today was rather different…

They were fighting back-and-forth between rooftops. Slade taunting him at every turn, correcting mistaken techniques, observing faulty moves, and just overall being the condescending bastard that he usual was, while keeping up his calculated composure that Robin sometimes envied.

He was struck by the man's steel bo-staff and wheezed out as the wind of knocked out of him.

"Pity. I was looking for a challenge today. I'm sure you don't mean to be so disappointing, it must come naturally." Slade smirked behind his cold black and orange mask, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. Robin had never wanted to punch someone more than he did this villain.

The Titan finally breathed in fresh air, sending a sharp glare and a growl at the man, although it wasn't really seen, considering he was wearing a mask. He had to think fast, otherwise the man would get away, again! His team would freak, again! He'd hate himself, again! And most of all, Slade would win…a-fucking-gain! That was no acceptable. Not anymore! He was going to win this one if it killed him.

Which is just might, he was sure of it.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he got an idea. It was almost suicidal. But, it would prove worth it in the end, especially if he knew Slade like he thought he did.

Robin ran forward, as Slade tensed for impact, before flipping in the air behind him. He then reached out, his hands coming forward and squeezing the man's ass hard.

To say that Slade was shocked was an understatement. He turned around quickly, his single grey eye widening comically. Robin only smirked.

"Did I ever tell you that you have a very fuckable ass, Slade?"

The reaction was so hilarious, Robin almost lost it right there. While the man was distracted, he quickly grabbed the particle weapon that had been clipped onto the mercenaries belt buckle. This all happened in the span of three seconds, knowing that soon Slade would get his wits again and kick his ass. He quickly retrieved the weapon and spun around, kicking the man in the back, sending him crashing to the ground, before disappearing, weapon in hand.

Villains weren't the only ones who were allowed to play dirty, it seemed.

A/N: -grins-