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  1. The point of this thread is to post commissions you've bought. I'll start with mine and will continue to upload in the future. Please don't forget to credit your Artists >:c Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: [email protected]
  2. “Where the fuck have you been, Bruce? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago.” Dick snapped, shifting as he got into the bat mobile. “No real names in field, Robin.” Batman responded sharply. “What?” Robin asked incredulously. “You think the bat mobile is bugged... Batman?” He purposely stressed, repositioning himself in his seat with a sigh. “Where next?” “While you were waiting on me, I was getting important information. We’re heading to the edge of Gotham city. There’s rumor of a drug dealing going on and I believe it’s the owner of the new restaurant on the east border. We’re going to investigate first and then we are going in as us.” Batman explained. “So we’re going out for dinner, huh?” Robin asked sarcastically, tapping his foot up and down. He was still irritated, but it wasn’t because Bruce had left him waiting, it was because he had a much more pressing problem; his bladder. Batman glanced over at his jittery young ward. “How was school?” He asked, trying to gage Dick’s reaction. Robin shrugged. “Pointless. I don’t get the point of high school when I could be saving people.” He leaned back, pulling the seat belt that Bruce made him wear away from his lower abdomen. He groaned, looking out the window as the city blurred past. “How long until we get there?” He asked, sitting back up straight and briefly squeezing his thighs together. “Twenty minutes. Why do you ask?” Batman questioned in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” He inquired. “No.” Robin rushed out, giving a small squirm. “Definitely not.” He added, avoiding eye contact. Going quiet, he glanced sideways at Bruce, before quickly averting his gaze back to his lap. Squirming around in his seat with a blush on his face, he resigned to shoving one leg under him so he could dig his heel into his crotch. After what seemed like eternity, they pulled into a pitch black side alley. The only light being the moonlight, which was obscured by the towering building overhead. Before getting out, Batman turned to Robin. “Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing you need to tell me?” He asked, scanning the squirming teen. “I’m fine for fucks sake! I’ve only told you a billion times!” Robin snapped, getting out of the vehicle and slamming the door. He felt a small, hot leak slip out, causing him to internally panic. However, he still refrained from grabbing himself, afraid that Bruce would see. “That better be the case.” Batman replied tersely. Robin stiffened, before managing to ask. “Where do you want me?” “You’re staying with me until we get on the rooftop of the smaller building. From their we need to access the piping, so that we can get inside... hopefully undetected. Follow me.” Batman ordered, already running towards the point of interest and using his grappler to hook himself into the roofs edge so he could begin a short climb. Robin started to run, but stopped abruptly, automatically throwing a hand to his crotch felt a leak of urine leak out. Noticing Batman already half way up the building, Robin started off again, throwing his own grappler up at the top of the building and jumping at full speed upwards and into the building. He crashed down harder than normal, landing in a crouched position, already near the top. He instantly froze, heart pounding in his chest as he felt a rush of urine run down his leg. With a small whine that scraped the back of his throat, Robin grabbed frantically with his free hand, trying to stop the spurting, inconsistent stream of pee that continued to soak his uniform. Finally managing to gain some control, he caught up to Batman at the top on the roof. He felt rivulets of pee running down his tightly black clad legs and was glad it was dark out. Waiting on Batman to figure out the entry point to the pipes was his final undoing, despite the fruitless attempts at getting the flow to stop, it only grew stronger until it finally tampered to a stop. Coursing with humiliation and self centered anger, Robin stepped out of the puddle he’d formed and quickly made his way to the other side of the roof where Batman was standing, trying to distance himself from the mess he’d made. “Robin, I want you to go in first. I know you’ll fit and it will be easier for you to navigate in the lead.” Batman explained, after finding the opening. Feeling extremely self conscious, Robin made sure his suit was firmly wrapped around his wet butt and legs, before crawling into the pipe line. He was reluctant to face away from Bruce, but he’d just have to suffer through the torture of hoping the man wouldn’t notice anything as he crawled through the pipes. By the time he managed to maneuver his way through the maze of pipes and into the computer room, his pants had begun to chafe and he was finding it difficult to walk normal, not to mention crawl. Once he’d gotten out, and was standing up in the empty room, Robin pulled his cape firmly around him and pretended to be surveying the room, though he felt his face heating up as he anticipated Batman to mention something. However, to his luck, the man was to focused on the mission to notice anything amiss of his young ward yet. He bit his lip as he felt raw skin coming into contact with damp fabric, and his eyes automatically welled up with tears. Quickly blinking them away, Robin asked, “Can we please hurry?” ‘Asked’ being the relative term, it was more of a whine. “Just be patient, Robin. It’ll go quicker if you help, get on that computer and take down the cams.” Batman whispered, touching Robin’s shoulder to direct him to the small light of the screen monitor in the pitch black room. Robin nodded, walking irregularly in that direction and routinely going to work of pulling up the security footage, before plugging in a hard drive that would immediately knock all power out for an hour. “It’s done.” Robin reported, nearly jumping out of his skin as Batman came up from behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then. We just need to find the paper archive of all the suppliers and buyers, along with the credit card number.” Robin stayed silent, following his mentor and keeping his eyes on the look out for any room that might look inconspicuous. “This way.” Batman ordered, turning into a small room with a small business desk in the corner and to the right, a filing cabinet. Robin hurriedly followed Batman, searching through drawers, before pulling out a folder labeled, “Business”. He pulled out two documents. “I think I found them. The seller goes by the street name of Glorified Gnostic.” Robin said, handing the papers over to Batman. “I don’t want to go back through the pipes. Can’t we just walk out of the building since the security cams are down.” He asked complacently. “Normally, that would be a hard no. Especially with all the whining you’ve been doing today, however, we have a dinner to get to. So for once, yes, we can.” When they reached the bat mobile, Robin was close to tears. He was upset at himself, and his thighs and privates had been rubbed raw. Not to mention how gross and itchy he felt. Sliding into his seat, he rubbed at his eyes, wiping a few tears away. “Here’s some clothes. Change it them before we get going.” Batman ordered, getting into the drivers seat and also changing into clothes. When Robin didn’t move, he glanced over. “Dick?” He asked, concern edging his voice. “Y-yes?” He answered shakily. “Why aren’t you changing?” Batman asked, looking closer at the boy. Dick bit back a sob, sinking further into the seat. “C-cause I’m wet.” He choked out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “What do you-“ Bruce stopped with a sigh. “Really, Dick? I thought you were over this. I asked you twice, and twice you denied that anything was wrong.” He reprimanded, rubbing a hand to his face. Dick stared down at his lap, lip trembling. “I don’t have underwear to change into now. A-And it hurts.” He admitted. “What hurts?” Bruce demanded sharply. “It’s rubbing and cold.” Dick stated plaintively. “When, might I asked, did you pee yourself Dick?” Dick bit his lip and was silent. “Dick, when?” Bruce repeated. “On the roof.” Dick muttered. Sighing in exasperation, Bruce threw his hands up in the air. “Well now what are we supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear for you and you’re obviously in no condition to be out under cover?” He sighed. “This all could’ve been avoided if you’d of just be truthful and informed me of what was wrong.” Dick just shrugged, pulling at the wet material around his legs in disgust. Bruce took a deep breath and turned to Dick. “Change into those clothes for now and go ahead and take you underwear off. I’m going to head home and we’ll just have to do this tomorrow.” Dick just glared angrily at the clothes, before doing as he was told. Once he’d changed, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and tucked his knees to his chest, clearly sulking. He remained in that position the entire way home, where he stomped up to his room to take a shower.
  3. This is my most popular story on fanfic, so I thought you guys might like to read it. I dunno, *shrug* but if you do, please enjoy. Chapter 1 Robin woke up in a dark room, or at least it seemed dark, but that was probably because of the blindfold over his eyes. He sat up, shifting a little and frowning at the sound it made. He reached his hands out and felt bars. Was he in a cage? Had Slade put him in a cage? The last thing he remembered was being electrocuted by Gizmo until he had reached unconsciousness and being handed over to Slade. He sighed tried to feel up the bars, but his hands were restrained by what felt like leather straps. He growled and kicked wildly, trying to escape. He froze when he heard familiar footsteps approaching his prison. "Oh good, you're awake." The masked man said. "Slade!" Robin hissed. "What is your big plot this time?" "No plot, Robin. I have come to my senses." Slade replied. Robin almost let out a laugh. "You? Come to your senses? That's crazy all on it's own." He stiffened as Slade's gloved hand wrapped around his neck. "You are too confident, boy. You are in no position to be laughing at me." Slade growled in a low voice. "Oh yea? And why is that?" Robin spat. He felt the hand leave his throat and relaxed slightly. He wished he could take the blindfold off; it would be much easier to assess the situation. "I have come to...a realization." Slade continued. "Uh-huh." Robin said, pretending to sound interested. "The world is a dangerous place, full of bad people." The older man stated. Robin let out a laugh. "Is that so?" He asked sarcastically. Ignoring the teen's mocking, Slade kept talking. "Much, much too dangerous for a boy of fourteen." Robin froze. "I'm sixteen." "Is that what you've been telling them? Hmm, amazing that they fall for it." Slade murmured. The boy wonder scowled angrily. "Get to the point." "You are here to learn a lesson, Robin. You are too young to be fighting adults. It's too dangerous and you are just a little boy. You could get hurt." Slade commented. "Excuse me?" Robin snarled. He hated when villains made fun of him because of his age. "You heard me, Robin. I have taken the liberty of disposing of your uniform. You won't need it anymore." Slade said before ripping Robin's blindfold. Robin's eyes squinted, adjusting to the light. He looked around and gasped. He was sitting in a bright, colorful room. It was large, but not too big, with red, green, and yellow painted walls. He realized that he was actually sitting in a crib, which was a horror all on it's own. He also noticed a changing table, a bookcase, a toy chest, a rocking chair, and playpen. He got a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach and dared to look down at his own clothes. Just like the room, his clothes were the colors of his uniform. He was wearing red overalls with a green and gold striped Rugby shirt. His breathing began to quicken as he felt a thick diaper between his thighs. He wasn't sure what was more humiliating. The possibility that Slade had seen him naked or the fact that he looked like and oversized baby. "What did you do?" He cried, glaring furiously at Slade. "Made you into what you really are. A little boy." The villain replied. "If you expect me to go along with this, you're insane!" Robin snarled furiously. He began to yank at his restraints. "You will do everything I tell you, Robin. You are in no position to argue." Slade replied calmly. "You son of a bitch! You fucking bastard!" Robin screamed. He never swore, so this was big for him. Suddenly, his jaw was grabbed roughly and squeezing as he was forced to look at Slade. "Little. Boys. Don't. Swear." The man said. He stood up straight and grabbed a syringe off of the changing table. Robin saw it and backed up to the top of the crib, prepared to kick Slade in the face. "Don't make me restrain your feet, too." The man sighed. "Get away from me!" Robin snapped. "Look, I was kind enough to let you keep your mask. Do not make me take that privilege away." Slade warned. Robin froze. Suddenly, he began to realize just how vulnerable he really was. "Now hold still." Slade ordered. Robin obeyed, very reluctantly, as Slade injected him with a clear substance. He calmed once the syringe had been taken away and was surprised when he was released of his restraints. Before he could even relax, Slade had scooped him up. "Put me down!" He ordered. Ignoring the young hero, Slade set him down in the playpen and walked out of the room. Robin frowned in confusion. That was it? No restraints? No torture? Just leaving him in an oversized playpen with no supervision? Of course, knowing Slade, there were probably cameras. Still, why was the man making it so easy to escape? Robin looked around cautiously before bringing himself to his feet. To his dismay, they immediately buckled down from under him, sending him crashing back down. "Shit." Robin muttered. Slade had given him a muscle relaxant, and a very strong one at that. Knowing that he was screwed for a while, he looked around. He found a couple of picture books, as well as a Batman plushy. Nice, Slade. He thought dryly and tossed it aside. He sighed and grabbed a picture book, simply looking at the pictures at first. He went back and read it, then set it down before getting another. He didn't know how much time had passed until Slade reappeared. Robin immediately dropped the Look-n'-Find he was studying and glared up at the man. "Have your fun?" He asked. Slade didn't reply, simply picking him up again and carrying him to the rocking chair. Much to Robin's embarrassment, he sat the small boy down on his lap and stuck a bottle in his mouth. Robin pulled away and opened his mouth to protest, only to have the rubber nipple forced back into his mouth. He glared at Slade, but caught sight of the dangerous glint in the man's eye and kept quiet, reluctantly sucking down the smooth, creamy liquid. It wasn't his fault. He didn't want to fall asleep, really. The formula was warm and soothing as he sucked on the bottle. It didn't help that Slade had started to rock in the chair. Robin hated it. He knew that the man was trying to humiliate him and as his eyelids drooped, he had to admit that Slade was doing a pretty good job. By the time the bottle was empty, Robin had fallen asleep, his head against Slade's chest. Slade smirked behind his mask and carried his little bird over to his crib. Everything was going as he expected to, and a lot quicker, at that. He set Robin in the crib and stuck a pacifier in his mouth before pulling a blanket around him and tucking a teddy bear into his arms. Robin accepted it instantly and suckled the binky. Slade let out a soft chuckle, amused by how the tables had turned for Robin. It was hard to believe that this slumbering, diaper clad angel had been beating down Jump City's criminals just this morning. Oh yes, this was definitely the way to go. This way, he could easily control the boy with comfort, while humiliating him the way torture never would. A beating would simply strengthen the boy. This destroyed him from the inside out. He just didn't realize it yet. He'd know soon enough. He had some promises with the HIVE 5 and Red-X that he needed to keep.
  4. A/N: Yeah, you guessed it, I wrote this one a while ago as well. Just trying to get caught up on posting things here. Blah blah, friendly reminder that I'm taking commissions, you know the drill. This one was actually written for an anonymous prompt on a kinkmeme. There are things that one simply can’t plan for. Robin tries not to find himself in situations like this, and tries to always been multiple steps ahead of everything. But, as it turns out, that’s part of the problem; he lets himself get lost in what he’s doing, and his breaks are spread out in such a way that, should he be taken by surprise, it can become rather inconvenient. He’s gotten rather good at ignoring the urge to piss when he’s particularly busy. Since he knows when his breaks are, he simply doesn’t bother thinking about it until the time comes, and that usually works for him. Every now and then, he’ll get distracted by a pang from his bladder, but it’s easy to slip back into whatever he’s doing. That’s how it is one day when he’s studying a new book, one with information on historic battles, which he’s hoping he’ll be able to take some lessons from and apply to the army. He’s taking notes on a particularly interesting section when he begins to fidget without noticing at first, and when he does notice, he pauses for a moment to see how bad it’s gotten. I can definitely finish this chapter before things get too bad, he thinks, looking ahead to see how many pages are left. With a break figured out, he pushes his need out of his mind and gets back to reading. It’s a rather lengthy chapter, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. He knows his limits so well by now that he’s always able to push them just a little bit, and he’s making so much progress that the idea of stopping seems impractical. The next time he notices the pressure in his abdomen, he realizes that his thighs are squeezed together and that he’s crossed his legs at the ankle. So maybe it’s getting a little worse than he thought, but he’s only got a few pages left now, and he wouldn’t want to give up on it now. It’s as he’s finishing up the chapter that he hears the scream, and by the time he’s made it out of his tent, a few of the others have already begun fighting off the Risen. “Robin!” He looks over to see Chrom fighting, and he’s quick to join him. “Do you have a plan for this?” “I have a few strategies, yes.” “Can you try to get the word around, then?” Robin nods and explains the gist of things to Chrom and the prince cuts down his foe. The two start off in opposite directions, and it’s while Robin’s running that he feels such a sharp pang that he nearly doubles over. Oh, this is very, very bad. He should have known that one day, a surprise battle would get the better of him, but he’s been so busy studying to be able to plan ahead more perfectly that somehow, he managed to land himself in this careless situation. Well, he isn’t going to give up just yet. The battle has to be won, but if everyone goes perfectly to plan, then it won’t be so long, and if he can just manage to hold out a little bit longer...he pushes his desperation as far from his mind as he can as he communicates with as many of his soldiers as he can, and fights off any Risen that get close to him. He and Chrom reunite not long after, fighting side by side, as they always fight best. Robin often relies on tactics that involve people partnering up, and it’s yet to fail him, and he and Chrom know each other’s style backwards and forwards. So it’s no wonder that Chrom notices a problem even though Robin thinks he’s being subtle. “Are you injured?” he asks. “What do you mean?” At first, Robin doesn’t get it. He hasn’t had a scratch landed on him yet. “You’re not fighting like you normally do,” Chrom replies. “If you’re injured, I can take the brunt of things.” “I’m perfectly fine. You must be imagining things.” He says it teasingly, but in truth, Robin is worried. It’s true that his fullness is not allowing him to move as freely as he ordinarily does, and if he moves too quickly or too suddenly, his bladder protests. It wouldn’t be the worst idea to simply give Chrom cover, but he doesn’t want to admit that there’s a problem in the first place. “If you’re sure. Just don’t overdo it, alright?” Fortunately, the battlefield is no place for long conversation, and he doesn’t have to keep trying to lie as they distract themselves with fighting. Unfortunately for him, the battlefield is also no place to fight this sort of battle, and his bladder hurts so much that he can hardly stand it, can hardly focus on the task at hand. A mistake here could cost him- or Chrom- his life, but every time he allows his mind to drift too far from the task of simply holding it, he’s immediately and harshly distracted as he feels dangerously close to losing control. It’s when he’s distracted, trying to think of some way to alleviate this pressure for just a little bit longer, that he makes one of those careless mistakes, and if it weren’t for Chrom, shoving him out of the way and cutting the Risen down, he knows he could have ended up seriously injured, at the very least. He’s lucky that that isn’t the case, that Chrom was watching out for him, but when he’s pushed aside, he’s so startled that he temporarily loses control, and for a moment, all he can do is frantically try to regain that control. Robin just barely manages to stem the flow, and he knows that he’s wet now, though he can’t tell if it’s enough to be visible or not. He could kick himself for getting so distracted, and he could kick himself for not simply relieving himself as soon as the need arose, rather than ending up in a situation like this. “Are you sure there isn’t something wrong?” asks Chrom. “This really isn’t like you.” “I’m fine,” he says, though he’s very aware of how strained his voice sounds. He’s just barely holding on now, and though they must be down to the stragglers, he still doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to make it long enough and he’s trying very hard not to show his panic. “I don’t think you are. Do you need to find a healer? I think I can handle myself, and the others seem to be doing fine.” He wants to decline, to stay by Chrom’s side and finish this battle proud, but when he feels another leak threaten to escape and doubles over, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. “Alright,” he gasps. “I’ll...go do that.” “Should I come with you? You really don’t look so good.” He clenches his fists, resisting the urge to grab himself between the legs like some sort of child. “N-no, it’s nothing I can’t…” He starts to try to hobble away, but Chrom is right behind him. “Let’s go find Lissa together. She needs to take a look at you. It seems like you’re getting worse.” “Chrom, please, I don’t- ah!” He gasps, another burst escaping, and he squeezes his thighs together, once again just barely stopping it. “Robin? What’s wrong?” He would appreciate the concern if he weren’t so desperate to get away, but he needs to get away, he needs to be alone, and Chrom won’t give him that opportunity, and he isn’t going to make it, he isn’t- He doesn’t. The only sound he makes is a soft whimper, and then his bladder gives out completely, a hot gush that he couldn’t hope to stop quickly flooding his pants. Chrom opens his mouth to say something, but it’s quickly obvious what’s happening and it falls shut again. The prince can only watch as his tactician absolutely humiliates himself, and Robin closes his eyes, his face burning. It goes on for so long that it feels like an eternity, and when it’s finally over, his bladder is still sore from being so overextended. He gives a shuddering sigh before he opens his eyes, to see Chrom still gawking at him, his own cheeks slightly flushed. “That...could have gone better,” he says, attempting to break the tension and cover just how mortified he is. This seems to snap Chrom out of his daze and he says, “I didn’t know that was the problem. I’m sorry I was….nosy about that.” “Well, I probably could have said something. I’m sorry that happened, I know it shouldn’t have, and I feel really stupid right now.” Robin gives an awkward laugh. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for. The attack came out of nowhere, and you fought bravely despite your own problem. If you ask me, that’s admirable,” says Chrom. “Maybe it is….still, I don’t think that’s a story I want passed down for the future generations.” “Then it will just stay between us. I don’t think anyone else saw you, so please, hurry back to your tent. I can make sure everything’s fine out here.” “Thank you,” says Robin, before quickly heading off to do as told. It’s not the ideal outcome, but he’s fortunate to have a friend like Chrom during times like that. Still, he’s definitely going to plan more carefully in the future.
  5. I absolutely love drawing, especially making my own comics. As I was looking through some of my old stuff I found a short omo comic about Damian Wayne I started back when I first signed up for this site (I chose Damian because I find the grumpy little kid adorable and there's barely anything omo related about him to be found), but lost inspiration to finish. I realized I've never posted anything I've drawn before here and decided to upload it before it gets lost in the sea of past works again. I hope the writing is legible; if not I'll add new text later. :) And please don't make fun of my Bat!Grayson... I know he's bad
  6. This is a request I'm filling over on my fanfiction page and I'm close to finishing it. Tell me what you think :) Chapter 1 "Master Bruce? What is the problem?" "Not now, Alfred, Dick needs medical attention, now!" "Oh dear, what has happened this time?" "Joker. Poor boy. I never should have left him alone." "Master, you had no idea-." "Yes, Alfred, I did. I knew the risk and I let him go in anyway. Now look what's happened!" "Very well, we must get him to the medical ward." "Well? Can you help?" "I am overjoyed to say that he will survive. It will require much stitching and at least two blood transfusions, but he should spring back up with very minimal damage to his lower abdomen." "This is it, Alfred. It was much to close. I can't risk Dick's life like this again. It's over." "Robin!" Robin sat up in bed covered in sweat and…something else. He glanced down, feeling the rough, cold sheets rubbing against his chapped legs and sighed, his black hair falling thickly in his face. A hand lifted to his face to rub tired eyes through the blank domino mask. "Yea?" "Cyborg has prepared the breakfast consisting of pancakes and processed Earth meat. Will you be joining us for such a delicious feast?" Starfire's cheerful voice asked through the thick steel door. "Uh, sure, Star. Let me just get ready." Robin sighed. He waited until he was absolutely sure she was gone before rolling out of bed and inspecting the large damp stain that spread over his sheets like a world map. He inspected his pants and let out another irritated sigh when he realized that he hadn't put on a night diaper before going to bed. Wonderful. Just one more thing he'd have to sneak past the others. Oh well, nothing he could do now. The young hero covered the large stain back up with his sheets for good measure before dragging himself into the bathroom and shutting the door. He stripped out of his wet clothes and then let his soaked and leaking pull-up hit the floor with a heavy slap. He stepped out of it and dropped it into the trash can he kept under the sink along with his pack of pull-ups. Grabbing a fresh one, he set it on the counter and stepped into the shower to clean the tight, rashy urine from his legs and groin. Once he felt that it was all gone, he got to work showering the rest of his body and washing his hair. The last thing he did was go through the careful process of shaving his genitals and legs until they were baby smooth. It made cleaning easier and rashes less frequent. With that done, he stood in the tub and dried himself off. He remained standing in the safety of the tub until his pull-up had been tugged up, snugly hugging his hips. Then he stepped out and got dressed. "Robin! We have prepared for you a plate!" Starfire beamed, floating over the second his presence in the room was noticed. He smiled and thanked her before taking a seat at the island and hungrily digging into his food. During breakfast he smiled calmly and carried on conversation with everyone, even complimenting Cyborg on his great pancake making skills before politely excusing himself. He returned to his room and for the millionth time in his life, gone through the humiliating and degrading process of sitting down on the toilet and waiting. Like a potty training toddler. Just waiting for his bowels to empty because God knows he had no decision over when that happened. But he still preferred it to happen in a toilet and not his pull-up. It usually took anywhere from five minutes to an hour, so he had started bringing handheld games or books with him. Luckily, it only took him ten minutes or so and he was able to return to the others much sooner than usual. "Anything yet, Cyborg?" He asked as he took his seat at the computer. "Nah, nothing. Just relax a bit, Robin. If there's a crime, we'll know." Cyborg said. Robin sighed. Of course. He knew that. He got up and retreated into the training rooms to get a little target practice in. "Robin!" What now? Robin sighed and lowered his birdarang to find Beast Boy at the door. "Yea? What is it?" "Trouble downtown. We gotta go!" Beast Boy said urgently. "You guys go ahead I need to take care of something first." Robin told him. Before Beast Boy could even ask what, the leader had run past him and into the elevator, disappearing from view. He could feel his pulse quicken as he urged the elevator to go faster. Finally, this was what he'd been waiting for. Training was fine, but it never made up for the real thing. Now if only he could get to his room before the fight ended. The elevator opened and he rushed to his bedroom, making sure his door was locked before going into his bathroom. Shoes were kicked off and tights were yanked down. His soaked pull-up was removed. He reached under the sink and pulled out a pack of baby wipes and a new pull-up, rushing to clean himself up before tugging up the new one. He got dressed again and after making sure the garment wasn't noticeable, he threw everything back under the sink and raced to the garage. "Robin? Are you coming?" Cyborg's voice came urgently from his communicator. The boy wonder hopped onto his bike and started it up, racing towards the city. "On my way, Cy. What's the news?" Robin replied, weaving through traffic towards the pier. "Looks like Slade's back to his old tricks again. There's at least fifty of them!" Cyborg exclaimed. "Okay, hold on. I'll be right there!" Robin said. He sped up and rushed to the warehouse, parking his bike and running into the battlefield. Cyborg wasn't lying. The place was just swarming with black and orange. He let out a war cry and pulled out his staff, charging into the thick of them. He was like a machine, swift and efficient, knocking the robots down and watching as sparks blasted from their destroyed circuits. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted another flash of movement and quickly pulled his weapon out of a robot's chest before chasing after the figure. There was no way he was letting even one of these bags of bolts get away. He pursued the figure to the other side of the room and down some steps into what appeared to be a boiler room of some sort. "Stop!" He ordered roughly, springing up and kicking the robot down. In the darkness of the boiler room, he couldn't see a thing but when the figure started to fight back, even with such an impact, Robin knew something was wrong. "I was wondering when you'd get here, Robin." A deep, monotonous voice stated and Robin immediately knew that this was no robot. He sprung away from him and got in a fighting stance. "Slade." He hissed. "When I only saw your friends I was worried that you wouldn't be coming." Slade replied casually. "You had me thinking that you were tired of our little games." "I'm not here to play around. You're going straight to jail." Robin snarled. "Hm, yes, well I suppose you're obligated to say that." Slade sighed. "Well alright, let's begin." Giving his signature cry, Robin charged forward and took the offense on Slade in a flurry of punches and strategically placed kicks. His frustration boiled inside of him as Slade blocked every shot at him and seized his arm, shoving him onto the floor. He pulled out several sharp knives and whipped them at his young opponent, who was still recovering from the impact. He managed to dodge them last minute, letting out a painful hiss as one grazed his thigh and the other his hip. Blood dripped from the tears in his tights. He paid them no mind as he tried again with another flying kick. Slade grabbed hold of his ankle and like some sort of hostile figure skating routine, swung him forward before sending him flying to the hard, concrete floor. A loud rip sent him off and as he sat up, he found his tights practically in tatters. Scraps were hanging off, revealing large patches of blood coated skin. Panting and struggling to ignore the pain he was beginning to feel, Robin pulled a birdarang from his belt and flung it at Slade, but he merely deflected it as he walked towards the young boy with what looked like a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Robin glared at him through his mask and attacked but every attempt was blocked and brushed off as if he were nothing more than an irritating fly. And then suddenly he was being forced onto the ground by the exponentially larger man that was now on top of him. Robin's eyes widened in immense surprise and he turned his head, feeling Slade's hot breath on his neck. "Get off!" He ordered, squirming. The man didn't reply, trailing a hand down to Robin's belt. The boy wonder gasped and his writhing increased hundredfold. "What…what are you doing?" He cried out. The man's hand slowly removed his belt and slipped under the waistband of his tights. Time slowed down as he felt the stretchy material slip down to thighs and his breath quickened. He was terrified. His eyes squeezed shut and his lip wobbled. "Look what I found." Slade murmured, snapping the waistband of his pull-up.
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