A/N: So much exposition for a smut chapter… I mean, at least it's good to know I can use this universe again when I need to… If there's anything you want to see written go ahead and PM me or write it yourself! Just credit me and let me read it, of course.
Thanks for everyone who'd favorited/followed/reviewed, I really appreciate it! And just to clarify... This WILL be a blackmail/dubcon chapter. They really all will with Slade's chapters... The chapters with the titans will be (hopefully) funny and a little less serious. We'll see how they even out.
Sitting in his basic mathematics class, Robin completely toned out the lesson, doodling all over the inside of his journal.
Maybe I can be a chef? Or a police officer? Uh, private investigator? School teacher? Ugh, who knows? Who cares! I don-
"Richard! Richard Grayson maybe you can tell me how to find x!" Robin's professor's voice suddenly penetrated his consciousness.
"It's Robin...," Robin turned his attention to the algebra problem scrawled on the chalkboard in front of the classroom. "Subtract then divide."
"Subtract then divide what?" The teacher asked, if only to make sure Robin really was paying attention.
"Subtract 25 and divide three," Robin said, sounding bored. "The answer is x equals ten."
The professor nodded, turning away from him for a second to write the answer on the board. "Richard, please pay attention next time."
"Yes ma'am," Robin blushed. Snickers from the class only deepened the blush.
"And Richard?" The teacher spoke up, turning to him, "The Headmaster wants to see you. He asked me to send you to him specifically."
Robin grabbed his things quickly and skirted out of the room, scurrying across campus to the dreaded "staff building" where the headmaster's office was. Even though Robin had only been here for a few weeks, he'd heard a countless number of rumors about the professor's building; everything from students dying inside it's walls and haunting the place to teachers being able to smoke on the third floor. But, strangely enough, no rumors circulated about the headmaster himself. He was only seen once a year, and that was at his annual Welcome Freshman ceremony and dinner. He was tall and broad shouldered and wore an eyepatch over one eye.
Holding his breath, Robin entered the stall building, not sprawling and laid out like the other buildings on campus, but stacked five floors tall. Robin checked the directory and saw that the headmaster's office was on the fifth floor. Naturally. Robin entered the elevator and hit the highest button, sighing as the doors slid shut. On the ride up, he tried to think of anything and everything he'd done wrong over the past three weeks. Missed a day? Flunked a test? Oh god, was he getting kicked out?
The elevator dinged and Robin stepped out, directly into the headmaster's office.
"You called for me… Headmaster Slade?"
The man looked up from his desk with his one cold eye and glanced at Robin, the teen practically shaking in his designer sweater and Gap khakis.
"Yes. Richard?"
"Call me Robin," the boy said before thinking. It'd been his mantra over the past three weeks
"Robin, then. Take a seat."
The teen sunk into the chair in front of Headmaster Slade's desk. "Am I in trouble, Headmaster?"
"Oh, not in the slightest, Robin. You've been here for what, a week?"
"Three weeks in two days." Robin felt his cheeks heat up.
"Ah." Headmaster Slade shuffled some papers around on his desk. "I noticed you haven't picked a major yet?"
Is this what I've been called in here for? "No, I haven't. I'm not sure what to do with my life yet." Robin laughed meekly, trying to mask some of the cloying insecurity he felt.
"That's perfectly fine," Slade nodded.
"Okay… Then, uh…" Robin bit the inside of his cheek. He was taught to be polite and not blurt out what he was thinking, but this was literally torture. "Why did you want to see me, Headmaster?"
"To be perfectly frank, Robin," Slade said, finally focusing his full attention on the teen. "I see great potential in you. Perfect attendance, perfect scores on tests, perfect record, you've made it to the fourth in your class in the three weeks you've been here. Only the best for Bruce Wayne's children, I suppose."
"Actually, I was adopted," Robin said, quickly addressing that elephant in the room.
"Even better," Slade said in a deep voice. The headmaster got up from his desk, pacing around the room to put a giant hand on the top of Robin's chair, looming over the teen. "I have many connections, Robin. My word is worth a lot. And I feel, with a little… one-on-one guidance, you could get those connections."
Robin licked his lips nervously. He knew what Slade was offering. And he knew the price. But ever since he was adopted and had shown no interest in anything other than his schoolwork, he had the ever-present suspicion that he wasn't good enough for Bruce. He craved perfection. And that was what Slade was offering. Some of those connections were invaluable.
Slade's hand slid down onto Robin's shoulder and the teen sighed, tipping his head back to look at the man.
To perfection. "What kind of one-on-one time?" the teen asked, locking his gaze onto Slade's.
"Let me show you," he smirked, his grin all teeth, Robin's senses screaming danger.
The Headmaster nipped at Robin's neck, hard enough for the proper boy to squeal but soft enough so no telltale bruises would show. Robin gripped the arms of the chair tight enough to turn his knuckles white, but Headmaster Slade didn't notice, too busy with his own hands. He'd found his way under Robin's sweater and began playing with Robin's nipples, gently tugging and toying at them.
Despite everything, Robin felt himself getting hard at the treatment. He couldn't deny that Slade knew what he was doing…
Slade noticed the boy begin to relax and shifted his position so he stood in front of Robin's chair. The teen knew what was expected of him and began mouthing at the front of the Headmaster's slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them with just his teeth.
"You really are perfect," Headmaster Slade purred, knotting his hands in Robin's hair. The teen's head was forced down onto the Headmaster's erection and Robin opened his mouth greedily, keeping his jaw relaxed for anything Slade could throw at him.
The Headmaster began fucking Robin's throat, eye closed in pleasure. Robin did his best to stick out his tongue and lick the underside of his Headmaster's cock, bringing him to release even faster. Slade bucked his hips forward and came, thick and salty, into Robin's mouth, who sputtered but had no choice but to swallow it , obviously, was the correct answer, as Slade tapped Robin's mouth to look inside.
"Perfect," the Headmaster grinned, kissing the very corner of Robin's mouth to catch a loose drop of come. Robin blushed deeply, the kiss doing one thing that the rest of it couldn't: make Robin feel dirty.
"Is that all you wanted?" Robin asked, shyness taking over.
"For now," the Headmaster nodded, tucking his length back into his pants. 'I'll send for you if I need you, hm?"
"Yes, Headmaster," Robin said, standing up awkwardly. He hadn't gotten any of his needs being taken care of, and the front of his khakis were bulging in a distinctive way that Slade noticed with a smirk.
"And Robin?"
"Yes, Headmaster?"
"No playing with yourself tonight.I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, Headmaster Slade."