A/N: A little bit of a "Robin's monologue" chapter here at the beginning. His thoughts and feelings are kind of conflicted, after all.
Robin was at his core human relations class a full fifteen minutes early, so naturally he startled when the professor at the front of the room called his name.
"Richard? What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry?" Robin piped up, looking meekly at the professor.
"I have in my notes here that you've been excused for this class."
"Any notes where I'm supposed to go?"
"The headmaster's office, I'm sure. He was the one who asked me to excuse you."
Robin packed up quickly, relief washing through him. The incident where Rose had walked in on them had been close to a week ago, and there had been no word from the headmaster since. He'd gotten the occasional text from Rose, but aside from his obligatory hanging out with his friends, her included, he didn't really ever see or talk to her. He certainly didn't text her back.
It wasn't what she thought, Robin decided. I wasn't forced into any of this, I chose it. And I know he doesn't… care about me… but that doesn't matter. We both have something that the other wants. Connections, sex, his brain stuttered over the word, things could be worse.
Robin made it to the staff building, thoughts turning over, contradicting themselves. Slade had never been mean to him, other than the spanking. But that was a punishment, and some part of Robin's brain recognized the difference. His brain also recognized that he kind of really enjoyed it. The headmaster wanted him to be perfect, and bothered to punish him when he messed up. After a while, batman had just ignored him, giving him disapproving looks when his report cards weren't perfect, when he didn't want to go out for sports, when he wasn't sure what he wanted to do for a living. He realized that Slade wasn't like that. But what he was like was yet to be determined.
Robin found the elevator doors opening on Slade's floor, for a second forgetting that lost in his thoughts, he'd entered the building and hit the correct elevator button.
"Robin," the headmaster greeted him, leaning back in his desk chair. "Come here. I have a very important meeting today, and I want you underneath the desk."
"What?" Robin blinked.
"Do I need to spell it out? You're going to suck me during this meeting." Robin blushed. Swallowing his pride, he got on his hands and knees to crawl under the desk. It was just in time, too, as soon as Robin had disappeared under the desk and unbuckled Slade's belt, the elevator doors dinged open.
"Mr. Allen," Slade said, "Good to see you."
The name rang a bell with Robin, and he thought about it while he freed Slade's cock. He remembered dragging the tip of it against his lips: Mr. Allen had approached him two days prior, interrupting his English class, asking a whole bunch of inane questions about how he was "liking it at the school" and if he had any "problems with teachers." He'd explained he was the head of the school board, and seemed to be alluding to something, perhaps his "relationship" with the headmaster, but Robin had basically blown him off, giving him lame one-word answers and excusing himself to go back to class.
"I wish I could say the same," the man said, and Robin tried to tune him out, focusing only on his headmaster. He licked up and down the shaft, trying to tease his headmaster, the fear of being discovered yet again both terrifying him and making him feel like all of his nerves were singing.
"I know why you're here," Slade said, voice perfectly level despite the fact that Robin wasn't holding back. "So let's cut to the chase. You want to fire me."
"We want to do more than fire you," the man admitted. "But basically, yes. And speaking for the school board, we'd like to expel the boy you've been having 'relations' with. This is a very prestigious school, and we can not have anything like this happening again."
Slade flinched. It was subtle, but with Robin's mouth rooted on Slade's dick, the student felt every one of the man's movements. Robin swallowed as much of it as he could.
"I would love," Slade started, "to make a donation." The man rooted around in one of his desk drawers, pulling out a checkbook. "How does… this sound."
"You can't buy us to save your job," Mr. Allen told him.
"I'm not. I'm making a generous donation to save Richard Grayson's education."
Robin flinched at the sound of his own name, and Slade subtly put a hand on his head, ruffling his hair gently.
"I'd like him to continue his education. I will retire, naturally, cutting out any problems with tenure you may face. I want this forgotten."
"I will see what I can do, Mr. Wilson," the man said, and made his leave.
"That's enough, Robin," the headmaster said, pushing the boy away.
"Sir? I… Why did you give up your job?"
Slade chuckled. "I could make it very difficult for them to fire me, particularly with tenure. But in a situation like this, it's going to happen in the end. I would much rather you continue your education."
Robin blinked, grateful tears welling in his eyes. He turned away, whispering thank you.
"I know you may not think it's true, but I do care about what happens to you."
Robin hit the elevator button, not looking back.