A/N: Aaaand we're back on the new publishing date! Thank you everyone for your understanding and words of encouragement. I'll shut up and let you read. No rants this week!

Robin groaned when he heard Slade's voice telling him to do something about… getting up, or something… he wasn't really paying attention. His head felt easily three times too large and his body felt like tiny little stones were embedded in all of his muscles. Everything hurt, and everything was entirely too loud, and it was definitely all Slade's fault.

"Shut uuuup," He growled and grimaced at the volume of his own voice.

"Training begins now," the villain said sternly before he pulled the teen out by his shoulders and dropped him unceremoniously to the rooftop. "Get to stretching before I do it for you."

"You know, I did just fine before you came along. I don't need you bossing me around." Robin managed a bleary glare.

"I don't care. We're getting off this rooftop and going to Gotham to get my daughter. You'll be under my care until then - and under my command every step of the way."

"Fuck that!" the teen rubbed his head gingerly and tried to balance out fierceness with volume. "Who said I'm going to Gotham with you? What about Bruce?"

"If Batman is alive, we won't find him out there. He'll turn back home when he can't find us. And without a prearranged meeting location, you won't find him, either. You'll both be wandering around in the blind. That's asking to be bitten."

"He's alive," Robin muttered defiantly. "No ifs about it." He frowned and seemed to consider his options. "You're right about leaving, though… There's no reason to stay here. I won't go into the Tower."

"I wouldn't ask you to. We'll leave a message on the Tower entrance. Gather some supplies… after we get off this roof, that is."

"You're not in charge, though. And I'm not taking orders from you."

"You're forgetting the aspirin packets I brought in my supplies," Slade informed him.

"I'm willing to negotiate." Robin tried to glare, but it seemed to strain every single muscle in his head to do it.

"Oh, I've seen your negotiation skills in action," Slade smirked.

"I thought we were sharing things," Robin chided, not picking up on the man's baiting tone.

"Well, it's not the first time one of us was confused on what exactly we were sharing," his smirk deepened and he quirked an eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't remember last night, do you?"

"Last night? Wha…." His eyes widened. "Oh my god…"

"Ah, there it is."

"Oh, shit. Oh my god."

"My exact sentiments, more or less."

"Ugh! Is that why my mouth tastes like asshole?"

"No, though not for lack of trying. You did offer."

"We didn't, though - I mean - we didn't, right?" Robin's eyes were wide, and for a brief moment, the man legitimately considered toying with the teen for shits and giggles. But they had training to do and preparations to make. Best to get to it while the weather was friendly.

"No. But, again, not for lack of trying."

"Oh, gross! No offence, but GROSS."

Slade's brow rose again, looking significantly less amused than before, "I wasn't too keen on the idea myself, but of course it wasn't really my idea."

Robin groaned loudly and rubbed his head frantically. "Should'a thrown me over the side of the building when you had the chance. Just kill me now. I'm done. That's it."

"You're far from done, boy," Slade spoke in a deadly purr. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Fuck. At least give me the aspirin, please."

Slade complied with a disgruntled snort, handing the teen a small foil packet and a half-finished water bottle.

"Drink the rest of it. Should rain tonight, from the look of those clouds."

Robin didn't argue, only cast a hopeful glance at the empty water bottles that were neatly gathered next to their dwindling supplies.

"I guess it's about time to leave, huh?"

"Just about," Slade answered quietly. "But first, we train. Now, as I said before: Get to stretching before I do it for you."

"That threat feels much different after that conversation," the teen muttered and silently tried to fight the blush that crawled back across his cheeks.

"Well, I did say your ass was mine," the villain smirked again.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" Robin sighed and began stretching.

"Perhaps when you die," Slade offered helpfully.

A/N: That's it for this week! Happy Valentines Day, everyone! I could make a joke about V.D. here, but I won't because I'm a lady.
And also because I can't think of a good one.