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 (as it will be throughout the entire ABC's)

Warning: T!

A/N: This letter was suggested by hanakisa! I hope that you all enjoy my next continuation of ABC's. Much love to hanakisa -glomps-

K is for Kryptonite

He knew it was weak.

He knew that indulging in this thing, was weak and disgusting.

But, he could do nothing to make his feelings any less than what they were: in love.

He was in love. In fucking love! The goddamned most feared assassin in the world, who conquered hundreds, no thousands of people, could strike fear into the hearts of even the most sleaziest of scum, was in love.

It sickened him.

He was a weak and pathetic fool.

However, he couldn't help the quickening of his heart when ever he saw those beautiful ocean-blue orbs staring back at him in amusement. When he saw the flashing red, yellow, and green fabric in the corner of his eye that taunted him, even in his dreams. The tiny moans and whispers of pleasure that sent him to his knees in lust. The heartfelt conversations and sparing sessions that almost made him want to be someone…different…for him.

Because he was in love.

Every calculated wall he'd built up around his emotions, broken, reduced to nothing, by these feelings. His years of hard labour, building up his reputation as a killer who feared absolutely no one, was sent shattering to the floor, in small, barely recognisable pieces, when ever the object of his affections touched him, teased him, smiled, laughed or cried.

He was so fucking weak. He was a laughing stock, a joke! No one would ever take him seriously if they knew what he was…

"Slade?" came the whispered voice.

"Yes Robin?"

The tiny frame grinned up from his position in the bed, snuggling up to his bed mate.

"I love you." he smiled.

"I love you too…" Slade breathed, like his life depended on it.

The small frame sighed in pleasure, snuggling closer to his lover, content. Slade closed his eyes, his arms tightening around his boy.

He was weak.

But, he would never, ever, give his little bird up.

A/N: I thought it would be nice to have Slade the confused one for a change. We often portray Robin as the one who struggles through his decisions to be with Slade, and although I know I could explore this idea A LOT more than I have (which would be an interesting thing to read, right?) I am content at the moment with this small drabble. I hope you enjoyed it too.

/Jayto