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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.

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Chapter 2

 

Robin woke up the next morning and sighed, when remembered where he was. He didn't know how long he'd have to stay here, and wished the Titans would find him soon. He looked down at what he was wearing and grimaced. On the other hand, nobody needed to see him dressed like that.

 

He sat up and froze. His blood ran cold with dread as he squirmed experimentally. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Please no!" He begged to nothing. He slipped a hand down his overalls and turned the shade of tomato.

 

"This is impossible!" He whimpered to himself. It must have been something in the formula, or in the syringe. There was absolutely no way that his bladder had just decided to do whatever it wanted. Nevertheless, the

proof was there and he couldn't deny it.

 

He tried to fight his blush down as he heard Slade's footsteps in the hallway. The man could never know about what he had done. He would rather sell his soul to Trigon than sit there and admit to his arch-nemesis that he had soiled himself.

 

Slade entered the room, with another bottle and approached the crib. "Good morning, Robin." He said without emotion.

 

"Let me go." Robin ordered. He was scared of Slade's reaction if he found out, though he was guessing that the man expected it to happen, given the current situation.

 

Slade eyed the boy. He was rather fidgety, and by the look of his overalls, he was definitely in need of a change. He grinned behind the mask. This would be absolutely wonderful. He leaned over and lifted Robin out of the crib, placing a hand under his bottom.

 

Robin flushed furiously, hoping that Slade didn't notice the change in the diaper. He struggled in Slade's arms, having gained a small amount of his strength back. Unfortunately, it was not enough.

 

"You seem rather uncomfortable, Robin." Slade observed. "Is everything alright?" He walked over to the changing table and sat the lean boy in top of it, making it look like he was simply putting him down to talk.

 

Robin cleared his throat and glared at him. "Absolutely fine." He growled.

 

Slade sighed. He didn't feel like dealing with this, but instead would let Robin learn the hard way. "I will ask you this once, and once only. If you do not respond truthfully, you will have to wait until either lunch, after your naptime, or before bed. Do you require a diaper change?"

 

Robin's face heated up and he thought it was going to burst. "Of course not!" He snapped defensively. He turned away from Slade and scowled in embarrassment.

 

"Very well, then." Slade nodded. As promised, he did not ask again. He simply carried Robin back over to the chair and repeated the process of feeding him his bottle. Having a little more of his strength meant Robin

was free to kick and hit all he wanted. However, Slade was all business and quickly had the boy under control, leaving Robin to snap and growl at him for the rest of the time.

 

After breakfast, Slade had left Robin to entertain himself with various toys and books. He had not put him in the playpen, deciding that he would be fine playing on the room's soft carpet. Obviously, with the liberty to search and look around, Robin used the time to look for means of escape.

 

Around ten, Robin felt that aching urge in his bladder again and sighed. He knew he could hold it. He had done it many times while on missions. The question was, was it necessary? The way he saw it, he would be wetting the diaper either way. Holding it would mean risking having Slade see him turn into a sobbing, desperate mess. On the other hand, if he just went now, he'd be giving in to Slade. It would simply prove that he really was just a baby.

 

Robin sighed. Maybe there was a bathroom in here. Too weak still to walk, the teen did something that he would only do in private. He crawled around the room, looking for any doors that might lead to a lavatory.

 

His heart leaped with joy when he located one near the back of the room. It was impressively large, with an old-fashioned porcelain tub that had feet, and a separate stall for a shower. He nearly cried in relief when he spotted a toilet on the far end of the bathroom and scurried over. He approached it and attempted to lift the lid up. It wouldn't budge. Frowning, he tried again, tugging it up harder, but it still refused to lift up. All of his relief drained from his body when he saw what looked like a child safety, only Slade had upgraded it with a combination lock.

 

"Are you kidding me?" Robin cried out. He miserably returned to the main room. Robin refused to call it a nursery. With a sigh, he flopped down on the carpet and tensed his thighs.

 

It had been almost an hour, according to the clock. That's all Robin had been staring at. He was currently sitting up and cross-legged with one of his shins pressing against his groin. He tried to take deep breaths and focus on controlling himself. He could do this; he just needed to focus.

 

His concentration was interrupted when Robin heard the door swing open and the cold metal mask stared down at him. "Hello, Robin." He spoke in a monotone.

 

Robin kept his head down until he had fought off another blush. "Slade." He said evenly.

 

"Are you hungry?" The man asked. To Robin's surprise, Slade set down a plate in front of him with some baby carrots and a sandwich that had been cut into fourths. He also noted a sippy cup of apple juice and his

cheeks tinged pink.

 

Robin tentatively grabbed a carrot and bit into it, feeling uncomfortable under Slade's gaze. It also made him squirm more. Before he knew what was happening, the teen was lifted off of the floor and back onto the

changing table.

 

"I am going to leave. You have two minutes to empty your bladder before I come in and force you to." Slade said firmly. "Like it or not, Robin, this is happening."

 

Robin blushed furiously as the man walked out. He hated this, this, humiliation thing that Slade had going on. He sat on the table, his feet dangling off for two minutes.

 

When Slade came back in, he immediately knew that Robin had defied his orders. He swiftly laid the little bird down on the table and unhooked the overalls before yanking them off of Robin completely.

 

Robin gasped in surprise and yelled in protest, writhing beneath Slade's iron clad grip. "Don't!" He practically begged.

 

Slade didn't answer and placed a hand over his bladder before pressing down hard. He placed his other hand on Robin's already wet crotch, waiting for him to go.

 

Robin let out a cry and covered his face with his hands as his bladder released and soaked his diaper. His face was a deeper red than it had ever been before, and he tried to curl up in attempt to hide the quickly

expanding baby garment.

 

Once he had finished, Slade placed Robin in his back and untaped the diaper, once more ignoring Robin's pleas for him to stop. He pulled the front of the diaper down and assessed the damage before very

professionally cleaning the young boy's diaper area.

 

Robin thought he was going to die of embarrassment, or at least cry. How had he, Robin: Boy Wonder, gone from beating up guys three times the size of him to getting a diaper change from his worst enemy? He

squirmed as powder was sprinkled onto his groin and a new diaper was taped onto him snugly.

 

"Don't you have people to do this for you?" Robin scowled, trying to fight back tears of shame.

 

"Yes, but this amuses me so much more." Slade replied, gently holding Robin's chin. "I have absolute power over you. Even if you escaped right now, I'd still have hours of footage that I would be more than delighted

to share with fellow criminals. How humiliating is it, Robin? How shameful is it for you to be as helpless as a little baby, relying on me to make sure you don't get diaper rash?"

 

Robin quickly turned his head away as a few tears escaped and rolled down his cheeks. He swiped them away with his hand before he was being lifted up once more, and set back in front of his lunch.

 

The rest of his afternoon was rather uneventful. Robin finished his lunch and was once again left to amuse himself while Slade worked. Around three, Slade returned, though this time, his sleeves were rolled up and

his gloves were missing.

 

"You need a bath." That's all he said to the boy. This time, though, Robin had to be dragged. His wild kicking would not allow him to be picked up.

 

"Screaming and kicking, Robin? Have you really regressed to childish tantrums so soon?" Slade said, his voice slightly mocking.

 

Robin glared at him with rage. He tried to hit back as his shirt was removed, and then his diaper. He blushed wildly and tried to cover himself.

 

"There's no need for modesty anymore." Slade told him. "Babies are not modest."

 

Robin muttered a few Romanian curse words that he had picked up from the circus. Suddenly, he saw a hand reach for his mask and scrambled back. "No!" He said sternly.

 

"You need to take it off or it will morph with your skin. You may have it back after your bath if you are good." Slade said in a voice usually reserved for toddlers.

 

Robin shook his head wildly. "Over my dead body." He snarled.

 

Slade sighed. "You are trying my patience, little boy."

 

"I am not a little boy! I am a teenager, almost fifteen!" Robin snapped. It was no use lying about his age. Slade already knew.

 

Slade didn't reply to that. Like ripping off a band-aid, he tore off the boy's mask and dropped him in the tub of warm water.

 

Robin squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. Soon, he felt soothing hands on his back, washing away any dirt. The hands moved to his shoulders and he couldn't help but relax.

 

"Look at me, Robin." Slade ordered gently.

 

"Why should I?" Robin asked in an upset tone.

 

"I'll see them sooner or later." The older man sighed. "Stop being stubborn."

 

Robin shook his head, refusing to let Slade see his eyes.

 

"Then at least give my your arms." The man grumbled. He took Robin's left arm and gently scrubbed it before doing the other one. "Would you like to explain why your entire body is shaved?" He asked.

 

Robin blushed. "Wounds, friction." He mumbled.

 

Slade nodded in understanding. "Legs up." He instructed.

 

Robin sank into the water and propped his legs on the edge of the tub, relaxing at Slade's surprisingly soothing touch.

 

Slade watched the boy in amusement and gently washed his face with a separate cloth. He chuckled as he poured a jug of water over Robin's head and received a surprised squeak in response. "So much gel." He

murmured to himself as he lathered up Robin's hair with baby shampoo. Once his hair was clean, Slade made quick work of the boy wonder's privates and drained the water out of the tub.

 

Robin shivered at the cold, his eyes wide as he started at his feet. A towel was wrapped around him and he was lifted out of the tub and tried off. He grumbled when his hair was dried and it hung down in a crazy

mess.

 

"Babies don't put gel in their hair." Slade reprimanded, glad his mask hid his face from the shock of Robin's eyes. To say they were beautiful was an understatement. They were a sparkling baby blue and so full of

innocence. He carried Robin out to the changing table and diapered him once more, ignoring his protests.

 

Robin sat up on the changing table and watched Slade search through a drawer. "Here." The man said, holding up a footed sleeper that matched the color of Robin's eyes.

 

Robin blushed. "Why can't you just beat me up like a normal villain?" He whined.

 

Slade chuckled. "This is much more entertaining." He replied, forcing Robin into the outfit.

 

Robin huffed angrily as he was laid down in the crib and then tucked in by Slade. Though he did have to admit that the pajamas were soft and warm. He decided to let it go for now, he was pretty tired. Yawning, he sleepily cuddled a teddy bear and fell asleep.

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Chapter 3

 

He never should have fallen asleep. He was starting to wake up a little from his nap, where he was still dreaming but aware of what was happening around him. That was when he heard the snickers and giggles.

Confused, Robin opened his eyes, squinting to adjust to the light. He was still hugging the bear, and amazingly, the pacifier had remained in his mouth. As he woke up, the giggling got louder and he rubbed his mask-less eyes as he slowly sit up.

 

"Shhh, he's waking up." Heard someone say.

 

"Aww, isn't that precious?" Another, more mocking, voice asked.

 

Robin shook his head and finally looked over at the source of the voices and froze in mortification.

 

Now that he was awake, the teens could not contain their laughter and howled hysterically at the image in front of them.

 

"Well isn't that adorable?" Jinx giggled.

 

Robin blushed furiously, backing up until he was at the end of the crib. This was a nightmare.

 

"How is he not trying to escape?" Gizmo asked.

 

"Dummy, didn't you listen to what Slade said at all? He can't! The muscle relaxant allows minimal mobility only." Jinx rolled her eyes.

 

"Whoa! Guys! Look at this!" Mammoth gasped. He was pointing to Robin's face, which the boy had quickly covered with a blanket.

 

Mammoth yanked the blanket away, revealing Robin eyes, much to his horror.

 

"Oh man, who knew Robin had the eyes of an anime character?" Jinx snickered.

 

Robin blushed furiously and glared at them. "Go away, now."

 

"Now, Robin, is that any way to treat guests?" Slade asked as he entered the room.

 

Robin glared at him. "Why are they here?"

 

"Well, I promised them that they could see the result of their hard work." Slade replied. "However, I will not treat you any differently than I already have simply because of their presence."

 

Robin wanted to go curl up and die as the three teens smirked at him maliciously. He didn't think things could get any worse until Slade had picked him up out of the crib and carried him over to the changing table.

His insides filled with dread as he realized what was going to happen.

 

"Because you are not capable of telling me when you have soiled yourself, I shall be checking from now on." Slade stated.

 

Robin couldn't stand the giggles that resulted from Slade's announcement. He would never be able to live this down. He covered his face with his hands as Slade removed the sleeper and inspected the crotch of his

diaper.

 

"Jinx, would mind fetching me a clean diaper?" Slade asked.

 

Knowing what that meant, Jinx grinned with glee and nodded grabbing a diaper off of the shelf and handing it over to the man. She stepped back and watched in amusement with her friends as Slade changed

Robin's diaper, much to the boy wonder's chagrin.

 

Slade slipped a shirt on over Robin's head before sticking the pacifier back in his mouth and setting him on the carpet. "Play nice, Robin." He instructed before leaving.

 

The second he was gone, Robin ditched the pacifier, only to have it shoved back in his mouth a few seconds later.

 

"Ah ah ah…." Jinx smirked.

 

Robin glared at her, blushing bright red.

 

"Aww is the little pants-wetting bird boy embarrassed?" Gizmo laughed.

 

"Shut up!" Robin growled, spitting the pacifier out again.

 

"Be nice, baby, or we'll have to put you in time out." Jinx grinned.

 

Robin was getting sick of the laughter. His hand shot out and grabbed Gizmo's ankle, sending him crashing to the floor with a yelp.

 

"Bad, baby!" Mammoth growled, picking him up by the back of his diaper.

 

Robin let out a shriek of pain and kicked the large villain in the jaw. He prepared himself to be dropped and immediately got to his knees, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.

 

"Robin!" Slade roared from the doorway. The boy froze and turned to look at the man as he scooped him up and dropped him in the playpen.

 

Robin shouldn't have felt any fear, but for some reason, he couldn't help but back up as far as he could when Slade approached the playpen again.

 

"I told you to play nice, Robin. You will apologize to them for your behavior. I will return to fulfill your punishment later." He said before leaving the room again.

 

Robin let out a frustrated growl and glared furiously at the three criminals, daring them to say anything.

 

Jinx, who felt not at all threatened by a hero in diapers, walked up to the playpen with a devious grin. "Aw, did baby get in trouble?"

 

"Serves you right!" Gizmo chimed in. "I hope Slade beats the crud out of you."

 

Robin sighed. "Listen. I will do anything if you help me. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. Just please help me escape."

 

"What's this? Robin, the fearless leader of the Teen Titans is asking, no, begging for our help?" Jinx smirked.

 

"Yea, what happened to brave, fight no matter what, Robin?" Gizmo asked. "Or did Slade scare it outta ya?"

 

"Shut up!" Robin growled. "This is sick and wrong. You know that. I know you do."

 

"I bet the big baby likes it." Gizmo snickered.

 

"He's probably lying, just like when he lied about his age." Mammoth laughed.

 

Robin's face fell and he blushed.

 

"Don't even try tellin' us you're sixteen. None of us believe that crud." The younger boy scoffed.

 

Jinx chuckled. "He had me fooled. All this time, I've been two years older than him and here I thought I was younger."

 

"I wonder what the city would do if they found out." Mammoth commented.

 

"He could definitely say bye bye to his fancy bike." Jinx scoffed.

 

"They'd probably send him back to Gotham with his big bad daddy Bat." Gizmo sneered.

 

"Like Batman would want him back. He'd be a total embarrassment." Jinx scoffed, letting out a yelp when a book hit her in the head.

 

"All of you just shut up!" Robin snarled furiously.

 

"Ooh, watcha gonna do? Pelt me with blocks?" Gizmo jeered.

 

"Jur pe Dumnezeu, dacă nu al naibii de nu mai vorbim acum, va voi bate până te trezeşti într-o respiraţie spital printr-un tub!" Robin screamed at them.

 

"What the heck is he saying?" Mammoth frowned.

 

"Lasă-mă în pace! Eu va scăpa şi vă voi aduce în faţa justiţiei!" Robin hissed.

 

"Whoa. He's not speaking English." Mammoth said.

 

"No duh, stupid. But what's he saying?" Jinx asked.

 

"Sounds like a load of crud to me." Gizmo stated.

 

"It is a regression." Came a familiar voice in the doorway.

 

"What?" Mammoth asked.

 

Slade ignored him and walked over to the playpen. He caught Robin's tiny wrists in his hand and held them firmly while he injected a blue fluid into his neck. The boy was unconscious instantly, carried by the masked

man and set in the crib.

 

"As Robin's mind adapts to the current situation, he will start to feel…younger. His actions and reactions, as well as his mindset will regress, until he truly believes that he is nothing more than an infant. All of his

memories, ambitions, and mature feelings will be stored deep in his mind, only coming out if triggered. However, the trigger must be strong." Slade said.

 

"So…he just regressed?" Jinx asked.

 

"In a way, yes. Romanian is his first language, though his English was learned at a young age. However, his anger took over and he regressed back to using his native tongue, unable to express himself through the

second language." Slade explained.

 

"That's cool." Gizmo grinned, earning a hard nudge from Jinx and an irritated glare.

 

Slade didn't reply as he stared at his sleeping captive.

 

"It is time for you to leave. I have a meeting soon and don't need any distractions." He stated.

 

"What? But this is fun!" Gizmo argued.

 

Slade turned and gave the young boy an icy stare that had all three of them leaving without another word.

 

Turning back to Robin, he covered the boy with a blanket and replaced the pacifier in his mouth. Then, he turned and silently walked out of the nursery to await Red's arrival.

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Slade was sitting in front of his monitor when a dark blur dropped down from the ceiling with nothing short of absolute silence. It stealthily lurked in the shadows, watching the criminal mastermind.

 

"I hope that wasn't your best. I thought you were Mammoth." Slade commented.

 

The thief walked out of the shadows and into the light.

 

"So full of compliments today, aren't we, Slade?" He replied sarcastically.

 

Red-X approached the man, who had now stood up.

 

"So where is the little brat?" He asked.

 

"Asleep. You're just in time. I still owe young Robin a spanking."

 

Red laughed. "For what?"

 

"Attacking those three students from H.I.V.E. Academy." Slade sighed.

 

"Nice." The thief chuckled.

 

"He has already shown signs of regression. Did you bring what I asked of you?" Slade questioned.

 

"Right here." Red answered, patting his belt. He grinned. "I also picked up something for the tyke."

 

Slade pressed the tips of his fingers together. "Well why don't you go give it to him?"

 

The echoing of footsteps in the hallway roused Robin. His stomach lurched when he realized that Slade had somebody with him, somebody with very light footsteps.

 

He got on his knees and spat his pacifier out, trying to find something to mask his face. When the door opened, he grabbed his teddy and buried his face in its stomach, making Slade's guest chuckled.

 

"Robin, stop your foolishness. We have company." Slade ordered.

 

"Go to hell." Robin spat. He yelped as strong hands lifted him out of the crib and carried him over to a stool.

 

"I was going to be merciful and save your spanking for later, but little boys who do not obey and use foul language get no such favors." Slade scolded.

 

Robin blushed furiously from his spot in Slade's arms and looked up, coming face to face with an all too familiar mask.

 

"Long time, no see." Red smirked from behind the mask. He seemed to be studying Robin. "Hm, blue eyes. Never woulda guessed."

 

Robin hung his head in shame as Slade sat on the stool and laid the young boy over his lap.

 

"If you feel the need to empty yourself, I recommend doing so now." Slade told him.

 

Red snickered at Robin's reddening face.

 

"I don't." He said through gritted teeth.

 

Slade responded by unsnapping the bottom of Robin's sleeper to reveal his pristine white diaper.

 

Robin let his shaggy black hair fall, giving his face a little coverage as his diaper was untaped and pulled out from under him.

 

"Twenty, Robin. I expect you to count. If you don't, I'll double it." Slade hissed.

 

Robin bit back a frightened whimper and nodded, bracing himself for the first smack and trying to ignore Red, who had made himself comfortable in the rocking chair where Slade gave him his bottles.

 

Suddenly, a rough, firm hand made contact with his bottom and Robin was surprised to note that Slade had removed his glove.

 

"One." He mumbled.

 

Slade held him down and spanked him again.

 

Robin fought back a whimper. "Two."

 

Slade carried on like that, making sure to get the entire area of Robin's ass, including his tender sit spot.

 

By ten, Robin was counting though tears. His cheeks had turned a faint red and the boy had started to struggle.

 

By fifteen, Robin was howling with every smack to his bright red arse, squirming desperately as he bawled his eyes out.

 

He was wailing out sixteen when he felt spreading warmth from under him that consumed Slade's lap and dripped onto the floor. Slade froze and all that could be heard was Robin's sobbing and the splattering sound of urine dripping onto the floor.

 

Slade quickly finished and picked Robin up roughly.

 

"That was very naughty, Robin." Slade scolded angrily.

 

He pulled the boy over to a corner and forced his head forward so that it was toughing the wall.

 

"Do not move." He hissed.

 

Robin cried his eyes out as he listened to him walk away, then Red's amused laughter.

 

"That's what you get for taking away the diaper." Red giggled.

 

Robin's face burned, though not as much as his bottom, which felt like it was on fire.

 

He cried softly into the corner, the pain too much to bear. He didn't even careabout the humiliation of his tomato-red cheeks being on display for anyone who walked into the room.

 

He could honestly say that Slade's spanking had been more agonizing than anything he had ever experienced, and he had gone on a date with Kitten.

 

Robin listened as Red-X chatted idly while Slade cleaned up his mess, then left the room to change into some clean clothes.

 

He sighed. It was just one more thing to be ashamed of.

 

Robin must have zoned out a little, because the next thing he knew, his tiny body was being lifted onto the changing table, on his stomach.

 

He blushed furiously, hating how casually the two criminals talked while Slade removed his gloves once more and dispensed something cool and slick onto his bottom. He realized it was baby oil and hissed in pain as Slade started to rub it in with surprisingly gentle hands.

 

However, the pain gradually lessened, though didn't disappear, and the boy wonder began to find the gentle touch relaxing. To his embarrassment, he started to doze until he was abruptly flipped onto his back, making him whimper as his bottom made contact with the mat.

 

"Sorry to interrupt your catnap." Slade said in a mocking tone.

 

Robin didn't respond. The crying and spanking had taken a lot out of him.

 

"It's not polite to sleep in front of company." Red-X chimed happily as he watched Slade clean the dried urine off of Robin's front.

 

The Boy Wonder sighed and stared at the ceiling while Slade diapered him and tugged a t-shirt over his head.

 

Slade picked him up, and to his amusement, the slender boy rested his head on the older man's shoulder.

 

"Tired already?" He cooed. "You just had a nap."

 

For the first time since he had gotten there, Robin turned to Slade and gave him a pleading, exhausted look.

 

There must have been some mercy in the man, because Robin found himself being set in the crib and tucked in.

 

"Let him sleep while we talk." Slade told Red. "He'd be bored anyways."

 

Red-X sighed in disappointment as he watched Slade slip a pacifier into Robin's mouth and stood, following him out of the room.

 

"Nighty-night, baby bird." Red sneered as he left, not that Robin heard him.

 

The boy was already asleep.

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Chapter 5

 

 

"So uh, what exactly do you plan to do? It won't be long before the other titans or even the Justice League come looking for him." Red-X said as the two villains stood in the meeting room.

 

"I have prepared." Slade replied.

 

Red stared at him, waiting for him to continue until he realized that Slade had no intention of revealing his plans to him. "What now? You just gonna turn him into a baby? Then what?"

 

"Simple, I raise him as my apprentice." Slade replied, earning an "of course" from Red.

 

"The kid's strong, Slade. He won't break easily." Red told him.

 

"I am aware of Robin's strong sense of morality and virtue. A little too strong, if you ask me." Slade said.

 

"So, what are you going to do, Mr. I-have-a-plan-for-everything?" Red asked.

 

Slade was silent for a long time. "I think it's time I tested out some new inventions."

 

Robin woke up a few hours later and coughed, wincing when his throat responded with a raw, aching pain. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around in the darkened room to see that he was alone. Finally, this was his chance to escape. He listened carefully for any footsteps and began to feverishly pile up ever pillow, plushy, and bunched up blanket in the crib. Then he clambered on top of it and swung one leg over the railing of the crib, then another. Carefully, he let himself drop to the ground with a soft thud and shakily stood up before going right back down. Robin sighed; looks like he was crawling. Keep and ear open for anyone coming, Robin crawled towards the door and tried the doorknob, not completely surprised that it was locked. He huffed, looking around for any other ways out of the room when he spotted the very tip of a large vent behind the changing table. He hurried over and examined the screws. They required flatheads and his picture books were too floppy to do the job. He examined the room for anything else he could use and stopped, his eyes resting on the pile of blocks by the bathroom door. Smirking, he scrambled over and grabbed one before returning to the changing table. With as much strength he could muster, the boy moved the piece of furniture away from the wall until he was grunting and panting with effort. Once it was far enough away that he could squeeze his tiny body through, he took the finely carved edge of the wooden block and set it in the screw. A quick prayer for luck and he tried to turn the block. When the screw budged slightly, he let out an internal sigh of relief and grinned, going faster. It took about four minutes to remove all four screws and once the vent was removed, Robin slipped into the duct.

 

It was fairly big, much like the ones in Titan tower, so Robin crawled through them with ease. Now if only he could figure out where the ducts went. It would be ideal to find a way out of the building completely, wherever he was, though in his opinion, a phone or a pair of clothes would work just as well.

 

As he wandered through the ducts, he couldn't help but worry about what Slade would do when he realized that Robin had escaped. Ten minutes or so later, Robin got his answer when a blast of freezing air hit him like a punch and almost knocked him back. He bit his lip and urged on against the horrid, restless breeze of icy wind that blew through the metal ducts that were growing rather cold themselves. Several more minutes passed and the temperature of the vents had dropped severely so that Robin was shivering uncontrollably and was unable to stop and rest, for the freezing metal of the ducts hurt the bare skin on his legs.

 

Suddenly, a faint puff of warmer air hit him and he snapped his head around and froze is in his tracks, ignoring the pain. Another tiny breeze hit him and he immediately scrambled down the duct, desperate to warm his hands and feet, which were starting to turn blue. He never even considered that he might be falling into a trap, just desperate to warm his frozen insides and numbed skin. He saw a vent at the end of the duct, glowing a warm and inviting orange. He sighed, his breath appearing in front of him as he hurried to the vent and pushed on it hard. To his surprise, it broke away easily, causing him to stumble out and hit the floor. He got up, still shivering violently, only to collapse back down again. The cold had taken a strain on him and he gasped at the pain that wracked through his body from the sudden change in temperature.

 

"Oh, the poor baby." He heard someone cooing. "Slade, that was mean."

 

"Well I wasn't about to go in after him." The masked mastermind replied.

 

"Still. He didn't even have a chance. It was so pathetic, I actually feel bad for the kid."

 

"Not the worst thing to ever happen to a child." Slade shrugged, scooping the limp boy up in his arms. "The speech filter I installed into his throat should be responding with the chip in his brain by now. Now all we have to do is wait."

 

"You might wanna… uh…" Red said awkwardly

 

Robin listened, unsure of what he was talking about until he felt the warmth between his legs. His icy cheeks now burned in embarrassment, but he found that he was too exhausted and pained to fight Slade's hold. He sighed. He was defeated for now. Maybe after a long nap he'd try again. Yea, exactly, only next time he'd prepare for whatever Slade through his way. Right after a nap. Robin thought to himself as his eyes drooped shut once more.


Chapter 6

 

Robin woke up a little later and found that not only was he back in his crib, but the vent had been bolted shut. He let out a sigh of relief, however, to note that he wasn't in pain other than a tender soreness in his throat. He clambered onto his knees and tugged himself up using the bar of the crib. His diaper hung sopping wet between his legs but he struggled to ignore it. The room was silent and he didn't see Slade anywhere.

 

Anger welled up inside him. He was sick of this game that Slade was playing with him. He felt like a child playing hide and seek with an adult: Slade knew exactly what he had planned, but let him think he was being clever anyway. Robin grunted angrily and grabbed the bear from his crib, chucking it across the room. Then he threw the blankets, the pillows, even the sheets until he was sitting on the bare mattress. Frustrated, he pushed his legs out at the wooden bars of the crib and pulled at the fabric of the mattress. As he yanked, he heard a ripping noise and looked down in surprise. There was now a large tear in the mattress stuffing and a spring sticking out. Oh boy.

 

Slade chose at that time to enter the room and Robin quickly sat down on the tear, knowing Slade would flip if he found it. He watched a little nervously as the man looked from the pile of bed linens strewed across the floor, over to him, then back to the piles. "Rough sleep?" He asked rhetorically.

 

Robin simply nodded, then opened his mouth to speak, but Slade beat him to it. "Is your diaper wet?"

 

Robin blushed deeply and didn't reply, looked down at his lap red-faced. He was pretty sure that if he shook his head, Slade would just check anyway. He chose to stay silent instead. He felt Slade's strong hand tug at the crotch of his romper, the buttons popping as they unsnapped. He opened his mouth to protest but instead of the rather rude outburst he had planned in his head, an immature whine escaped instead. His eyes widened and he seized his throat as Slade took his hand away to watch the reaction. Robin tried to say something, anything, but the only sounds he could make out were cries, whines, whimpers, grunts, and other primitive noises. Horrified, Robin turned to Slade and looked at him in confused panic. Small whimpers were the only noise he could make to express his distress.

 

"Poor Robin." Slade stated before reaching his hand down to Robin's crotch again and tugging the fabric down to check the diaper. As soon as he saw the yellowed disposable, he scooped Robin up, freezing when he noticed the rip in the fabric. "Naughty baby." He tsked, carrying the boy over to the changing table. Robin trembled slightly, unable to even verbally defend himself. He couldn't even beg his way out now.

 

Slade laid him down on the changing table and pushed his romper up. Robin felt the rush of cold air on his privates as his diaper was untapped and pulled down. It was pulled away and once more Robin was forced to go through the humiliating process of having his knees pushed to his chest as Slade wiped his bottom. Once his genitals were also clean, Robin was lifted slightly for a fresh diaper to be pushed under his bottom and finally the light dusting of powder coated his groin. He sighed and lied there as Slade finally taped up the baby garment and snapped his romper. Robin moved to get up, but Slade pushed him back down, having more planned for the boy.

 

"Robin, you mustn't destroy your things. It isn't nice." Slade said, flipping him over onto his stomach. Robin gasped and let out a grunt of pain as Slade tugged his arms back behind him, cuffing them together in a pair of handcuffs that were covered in a soft, plushy material. Then he grabbed an ankle bar of the same style and locked Robin's ankles in them. They weren't too far apart, only about six inches in length. With that, Robin was scooped back up and dropped into the crib, wincing at the impact. Then Slade threw a blanket over him and left, leaving Robin in the crib, mostly unable to do anything but squirm with his face pressed against the bare mattress. Despite this, the blanket did give him a small sense of security and coverage, helping him feel a little less vulnerable in his position.

 

Robin let out a few grunts as he writhed around on the mattress and squirmed in a desperate attempt to get up. His body rubbed up against the mattress and he noticed it in some places more than others. He blushed and tried to move again, and his cock stirred at the friction as it rubbed against the diaper. He let out a small moan and listened to make sure Slade wasn't coming back. Once he was positive he was alone, he rutted against the mattress again and blood swelled in his member until it was straining against the confines of its soft prison. He panted, moving faster as pleasure coursed through his body and it got to the point that he was humping the mattress like a dog during mating season. He let out a cry of pleasure as he came into the diaper and went limp, panting softly as he came down. However, before he could even relax, the door swung open with a loud bang, making Robin jump in surprise. He was yanked out of the crib and dropped roughly on the changing table. Robin's eyes widened and he cried out pleadingly, but Slade ignored him as he ripped off the diaper and stared down at the skid marks. "Filthy little boy." He hissed.

 

Robin turned dark red as Slade aggressively pulled him over to the rocking chair and he grunted in pain when he was thrown over Slade's knee carelessly. He let out a cry as an onslaught of smacks rained down on his ass.

 

"You naughty, dirty, baby!" Slade growled. "Little boys don't touch themselves in such a naughty place!"

 

Robin sobbed as Slade blistered his ass and he tried to kick his legs, but he was still restrained. He cried and whined out desperately, wanting to beg and plead with the villain, but all he could do was howl and bawl as he received the beating. Once Slade had finished, he was dropped onto the floor still naked from the waist down.

 

He looked up at Slade, tears streaming from his eyes. Instead of diapering him or rubbing soothing oil on his bottom or anything like that, the man surprised him by removing the restraints and leaving the room. Robin stared in disbelief as Slade left him crumpled and sobbing on the floor, unable to do anything but weep and wallow in the pain and humiliation that had just been served to him in the form of a sharp, stinging smack to his bottom. He stared at the door for a little bit longer, unsure if Slade was going to come back. When it became evident that he was not, the boy looked around, unsure of what he should do next.

 

He spotted his teddy bear nearby and sluggishly reached out for it, giving the plushy a tight squeeze. It actually surprised Robin how comforting it actually felt. He held onto it in a constricting hug and lied down on the carpet, his head resting on one of the pillows that he had thrown. He was still crying, but it was a lot less noisy and messy now.

 

As he lied there on the floor, he stared at his thumb peeking out of the bear's fluffy fur. If the teddy bear had helped calm him down, he wondered if that would too. He slowly lifted his thumb up and slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it carefully. At first it felt awkward against his teeth and his thumb tasted weird, but as his saliva softened the skin, he became accustomed to it. This time, he didn't fall asleep. He simply lied on the floor and cuddled his teddy with his thumb placed firmly in his mouth while his puffy red eyes watched the door.

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Chapter 7

 

What seemed like hours later, a pair of black boots appeared in Robin's line of sight. He glanced upward fearfully at the man who now seemed like more of a giant than an opponent that he'd want to fight. He didn't know when his view of Slade had changed and it scared him a little.

 

"Robin? What do you have to say for yourself?" Slade asked almost mockingly.

 

Robin opened his mouth and let out a small whimper, then closed his mouth.

 

"I'm waiting." Slade hummed.

 

Robin clambered to his knees and looked up at the cold mask pleadingly. "Mmm. Aaahhheeeeee." He managed to sound out a few vowels and prayed that Slade would understand.

 

"What was that?" Slade asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Come now, Robin. Use your big boy words."

 

"Aaaahheeeee." Robin repeated.

 

"You're sorry?" Slade asked.

 

Robin nodded quickly, glad that Slade understood what he was saying. He was rewarded with a pat on the head before being picked up and carried to the changing table. Only as Slade was taping him up in a thick diaper did Robin realize the shame he had just brought himself. This was getting absolutely ridiculous. He was fourteen years old for Christ's sake! He was respected and honored hero who had just begged for Slade's forgiveness using stupid baby talk! Enough was enough. He tested his muscles a little, moving his limbs around a little and was surprised to feel that the sedative Slade had given him was almost completely worn off. Nevertheless, he lied still, not wanting to be injected with more of the drug.

 

Robin's eyes darted over to the open door and then to the table lamp beside them and he quickly came up with a plan. He waited until Slade had taped up his diaper and snapped his romper before attacking. He yawned and stretched out, feigning fatigue. His wrist brushed the lamp and at the last snap, Robin seized the lamp and bashed it into the side of Slade's head. The man faltered back and Robin saw his chance. He rolled off of the table and hit the floor. He never even glanced back as he sprinted down the hall. He turned a corner, then another one, and another one, hoping Slade had lost him. He heard the sound of someone coming and ran into the nearest room, which Robin recognized as Slade's "lair." He crawled up the wall and clung to the bars as footsteps grew louder. His heard pounded in his chest and he held his breath.

 

"Hey."

 

Robin yelped in surprise and fell from the bar, still a little clumsy from the injections, landing right into Slade's outstretched arms. His eyes widened and he desperately tried to get away, but it was no use. "I underestimated you, Robin. Here I thought you'd lost your fire. I will not make the same mistake twice." Slade told him.

 

Robin sighed and looked up as he heard hysterical laughter from the ceiling. Red-X leaped down, doubling over as he howled. "Did you see his face? I thought he was gonna shit his pants! Ah, man, that was too funny!"

 

"Yes, yes, very humorous." Slade murmured, running a hand over Robin's hair as the boy glared at Red. "Now would be a good time to show Robin what you have brought him."

 

Hearing that, Robin looked up in surprise. Red-X had gotten him something? What?

 

"Prepare yourself." Red-X said dramatically. "For you, I have stolen and assembled the greatest, most hilarious contraption of all time!"

 

"Enough, Red. Get on with it." Slade growled.

 

"Buzz kill." Red muttered as he opened up a large box and pulled out…a baby walker.

 

Robin's jaw dropped. No way. Absolutely not. There was no effing way that Slade was going to put him in that hell roller. First of all, the thing was just his size and bright blue. There was a seat inside with leg holes and little wheels surrounded the bottom so that he could move at an extremely boring pace. On top there were nobs and buttons to turn and twist and spin, usually used to teach babies coordination. Robin felt like he was going to be sick.

 

"What do you say, Robin?" Slade asked, knowing full well that Robin couldn't say what he was truly feeling, let alone to express his gratitude.

 

"Do you like it, baby bird? If you don't, speak up now, or I'll assume you love it. Hm? Say Uncle Red, I don't like it." Red-X said, smirking from behind the mask.

 

"Aaaaah oooh!" Robin whined out while shooting Red a poisonous look.

 

"I'm sorry? I don't understand baby talk." Red replied.

 

Slade carried him over to the walker and lowered him into the seat while Robin kicked his legs desperately. To his immense embarrassment, his feet didn't quite touch the floor. His toes could just brush against it if he tried. He tried to hoist himself out of the seat, but Slade strapped him in. He couldn't he topple it over because of the wheels. He let out a frustrated growl as he tried to figure it out, failing miserably.

 

Red-X was dying, unable to control his laughter even if he tried. "That was so worth ordering, even if it did cost me money!" He gasped.

 

Robin glared at him furiously, his face growing red.

 

"What is it, diaper boy? You want to come at me? Well I'm right here. Come on." Red-X encouraged, patting his thighs as if he was beckoning a dog.

 

Robin kicked his legs and twisted, heaving his body forward to try and move the awful walker, but all he managed to do was turn in a circle.

 

Slade watched on as Red-X unraveled on the floor in a fit of laughter. "Are you recording this? This is fucking hilarious!"

 

Robin growled and snapped at him fiercely, obviously not agreeing to that. He scowled up at Slade and held his arms out.

 

"Do you want to get out?" Slade asked him in a voice reserved for small children. Even he couldn't hold back a small chuckle at Robin's endearing performance.

 

Robin nodded quickly and stretched out further.

 

To Red's disappointment, Slade picked Robin up and out of the world's worst invention and looked him over. "I think it's time for dinner." He commented before carrying Robin back to the nursery.


Chapter 8

 

It had been about a week now since Robin had disappeared. At first, the Titans figured he had gone out on an "independent mission" like he did sometimes. When he didn't return to the tower after a day, the Titans tried to shrug it off as Robin visiting Gotham. After four days, the Titans had gone on a city wide search and checked with every single Titan across the country. After a week they were desperate enough that they even started questioning minor criminals and villains. None of them had seen him either, only stopping to say something rude before one of the Titans scared them off.

 

The ninth day of Robin's absence, the Titans' search was cut short when an alarm went off, signifying a robbery. They rushed over to the coordinates sent to their communicators, only to find the Hive 5 robbing a convenience store.

 

"Seriously? We so do not have time for this!" Cyborg said angrily as they charged into the store.

 

"Don't you guys have anything better to do?" Beast Boy snapped as they entered.

 

"What's the matter? Got your panties in a knot 'cause Robin's gone?" Gizmo smirked.

 

"Do you know where he is?" Starfire asked, flying up into his face. "Please! Tell us where friend Robin has gone!"

 

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Gizmo cackled. "But you crud munchers aren't gonna find out!"

 

"Besides, I don't think you goody goodies want to find him." Jinx smirked.

 

"It's pretty awful." Mammoth laughed.

 

Starfire's eyes blazed green and she grabbed the front of Mammoth's shirt roughly. "Tell me where Robin is!"

 

"Hmmm, nah." Mammoth smirked, throwing her aside.

 

"Over your dead bodies." Gizmo jeered before charging at Cyborg on his high-tech spider legs.

 

Robin woke up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat. At first he thought his diaper had leaked, which would have been extremely humiliating and hard to explain. He sat up and heat pulsed through his body and underneath his face, making him feel so hot that he was cold. He sluggishly crawled to the end of the crib to try and escape the unbearable, smothering heat of his blankets. A wave of nausea churned in his stomach and pressed against the back of his throat and he let out a small whimper. He felt pressure building in his head and he was almost sure his head was going to pop. Robin pressed his head against cool bars of the crib and felt his stomach lurch again. Then, suddenly, he was emptying the contents of his stomach all over his blankets. In the darkness of the room, he couldn't see it, but he could definitely feel it. It covered the front of his footies and it pooled and splattered on his blankets.

 

He coughed in distress and gagged before vomiting again. He never heard Slade enter the room or walk over to him. As he lurched forward once more, he did feel gentle fingers steadying his head.

 

"Let it all out, Robin." Slade instructed. "Better to get it all up now than try to hold it in."

 

Robin obeyed, heaving and letting out strangled coughs as he threw up everything that was in his stomach. After a little, he dry heaved, having nothing more to dispose of and gasped, shaking uncontrollably. Once he was done, he felt himself being lifted and carried to the bathroom and positioned in front of the toilet. Robin leaned weakly against the toilet, his head hanging over the bowl as he panted, his breathing exhausted and weary. Slade kept the light off, which Robin was immensely thankful for seeing as how he felt like his head was going to burst.

 

Slade turned on several night lights in the bathroom, creating a peacefully gentle light before turning on the faucets of the bath tub. He walked over to Robin and carefully unzipped his footie pajamas, pulling them off and leaving them in a ball on the floor. He wiped Robin's mouth off the best he could and carried the limp, shuddering boy over to the warm bath before delicately setting him in the water.

 

Robin rested his head back and closed his eyes tiredly, too weak to care about being naked or weak or whatever in front of Slade. He felt soothing hands press a cool wash cloth to his forehead and groaned softly.

 

Slade lathered a sponge up with soap and gently washed Robin's flaming hot skin. He scrubbed away the smell of vomit and sweat before washing Robin's hair while servants cleaned up Robin's crib. His hands ghosted over Robin's tiny, quivering legs and tried to still them, but chills wracked the boy's body without pause. "Sit up." Slade ordered, picking him up out of the tub and wrapping him in a towel. Robin was still too shaky to stand, so Slade sat down on the toilet lit with Robin propped up in his lap. His head rested against Slade's chest with his wet hair soaking his shirt. Slade didn't mind though, and gently patted him dry with the towel. In a way, Slade couldn't help feeling like a real parent. Up late with a sick baby who was too weak to be independent and needed Daddy's help. It was admittedly endearing.

 

With Robin still wrapped in a towel, Slade hoisted him onto his hip and carried him into the nursery, laying him on the changing table and taking the towel away. "Hold still, Robin." He instructed as he grabbed some lube and squirted a dab onto his fingers. "I need to take your temperature."

 

Robin whimpered at the sound of that when he caught sight of the rectal thermometer Slade was using. Usually he'd kick and yell and fight until he was either restrained or defeated, but right now, it wasn't in him to protest. He felt like he had just coughed up his innards and he just wanted to rest.

 

Slade slicked up the thermometer with lube and placed a firm hand on Robin's stomach, making sure not to press down. He waited until the boy stopped squirming before moving his hands to his small pale thighs and spreading them apart. He felt Robin squirm nervously and shushed him, rubbing the inside of Robin's right thigh to sooth him. "Just stay relaxed." He slowly pressed the thermometer into Robin's hole, shushing his whimpers and steadying his hips as he squirmed in discomfort. He pushed it all the way in a kept it steady while he waited for a reading. Once it beeped, Slade checked the number and slowly pulled it out. "102.8. Looks like you have a fever." He rubbed Robin's thigh once more to keep him calm so that he could slide a diaper beneath his hips. Once he had taped Robin in a thick, heavy-duty diaper, he dressed him in a light cotton onsie and left him lying on the changing table while he grabbed a bottle and filled it with Pedialyte and nausea medication. He heated it up and returned to Robin, scooping him up and carrying him to the rocking chair. He sat down and settled Robin in his lap, handling him as if he may fall apart any second, though at the same time keeping his hands firm and unshaking. He cradled Robin in his arm with his head back against his chest once more and his legs resting on his lap, bent so that he was curled into him slightly. Holding on strongly, Slade began to rock and slipped the nipple of the bottle into Robin's mouth.

 

"Such a good boy." He stated softly, his soft, low voice actually welcome in the silent room. It was soft and gentle and husky. It gave Robin something to focus on as he sucked on the bottle with his hands gripping Slade's shirt.

 

Halfway through his bottle, Robin started to doze and Slade helped along the process by rubbing his back and hair. He stayed in the chair, rocking a little less now and holding the bottle steadily until he was absolutely sure that Robin was asleep. Satisfied with his work, Slade pulled out the bottle with a little resistance from Robin's still-suckling mouth and replaced it with a pacifier. Then he picked him up and was extremely prudent in not waking him as he lowered the young boy into the clean, newly made crib, it had been refitted with new identical blankets and restocked with copies of the plushies that had been in it before. He laid Robin down and tucked one of the bears-the one that Robin had taken a liking to-and placed it in his arms. Then he pulled the blankets up to Robin's chin and made sure he was completely comfortable before standing up straight and peering into the crib.

 

Robin was so precious. An innocent little boy in need of a daddy: playing dress up in a cape and mask and hopping around with his friends challenging every bully during playtime. He was fragile. He was Slade's.

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Chapter 9

 

Robin slept late the next morning and the entire lair was quiet. Slade had ordered complete and utter silence while his sick birdy rested. With the stomach bug he had, he was going to need a lot of rest and antibiotics. When the boy finally did awaken, he was so weak and shaky that Slade didn't even need to drug him. He could barely sit up to eat, not that he wanted to. Instead, Slade picked him up and once he had changed his diaper which luckily was not as gross as it could have been with a virus, he cradled Robin in his arms with a baby bottle of chicken broth that he had mixed the antibiotics in with.

 

Robin was absolutely white and the bags under his eyes were prominent on his exhausted face. His eyelids were constantly hooded, as if he was just about to doze off. He was extremely weak and trembling, shivering and sweating at the same time. Fortunately, his temperature remained below 104 degrees Fahrenheit. He remained in his onsie, his thick diaper peeking out from the leg holes. His head rested against Slade's chest and he wearily suckled on the bottle. The room was quiet and calm with Slade patiently holding the bottle steady with one hand and Robin with the others. It was times like these that Slade had multiple arms so that he could brush Robin's floppy, sweat-soaked hair out of his face. All in all, it was filthy work that Slade didn't usually concern himself with, but for now he didn't mind.

 

Suddenly the door flew open, making Robin jump and Slade look up, disrupting the peace. The silence was broken and Robin began to whimper miserably. "Hey Slade!" Gizmo's voice, which seemed much more obnoxious now called out. "The Titans are still trying to find bird boy!" He walked into the room with Mammoth and Jinx. The trio took one look at Robin in his babyish position and started to laugh, only this time, Slade wasn't laughing with them.

 

"Did I invite you here?" He asked calmly as he shushed Robin and ran his fingers through the boy's hair before sticking the bottle back in his mouth. Robin slowly began sucking on it again and Slade could tell that while he was too sick to care about most things, getting mocked by the Hive 5 wasn't one them.

 

"Um, no, but we thought you'd want to hear about it." Jinx shrugged. She smirked. "The Titans are a mess without Robin, just like the first time. They're strategies are mediocre at best and they-."

 

"Did anyone say you could enter the nursery?" Slade interrupted her.

 

"What?" The sorceress asked in surprise. "N-no, but-."

 

"But? There is no exception. You are not to come in here without invitation." Slade scolded, keeping his voice calm to avoid upsetting the dozing boy on his lap.

 

"Geez, what's the big deal?" Gizmo rolled his eyes. "Who cares if we wake the stupid baby up from his nappy time?"

 

"I do." Slade said dangerously quiet. "Robin is sick and I'm trying to fix it. You three bursting in here like the rowdy, irritating idiots that you are is not helping."

 

Gizmo started to laugh again. "He's sick? That's the problem?"

 

The laughter rang around the room and Robin groaned, his head pounding painfully. "Ahhoowww." He whined, keeping his eyes shut.

 

All three started to laugh until Slade shot them a dangerous glare that shut them up. "Listen to me." He hissed. "Robin is sick. He is miserable. You asses coming in here and being obnoxious with your loud voices and annoying laughter is not helping. Now you either shut the fuck up or get out. Understand?"

 

The trio nodded quickly and stiffened at Slade's tone. They watched in amused silence as Robin finished the bottle and made a small whining noise. Slade started to reach for something on the floor near the rocking chair but there was nothing there. He sighed and picked Robin up and set him down in the play pen. "Watch him for a minute. If something happens, call for me."

 

Jinx nodded and watched Slade leave before turning to Robin with a smirk. The boy lied down in the playpen with a plush animal in his arms. "So you're Slade's little baby now? Hm? What happened to the big bad Robin?" She cooed mockingly.

 

Mammoth laughed. "Always knew he liked it. The freak."

 

Robin let out a small moan.

 

"Whassat, baby?" Jinx cooed. "Tell Jinxy what you want."

 

"Aaaaoooooooo eeeeaaaaaoo." Robin replied and the others howled with laughter that made Robin's head throb. He whimpered and buried his face in his plushie. He wasn't in the mood. Thankfully, he heard Slade snap at them again before picking him back up and taking him back to the crib where a second bottle was fed to him. This time it was just water with vitamins and nutrients that Slade had mixed in, resulting in a slightly off taste that Robin didn't mind. He slowly suckled the rubber nipple and cool water filled his mouth and slipped down his throat refreshingly. It was nice until hot flares started up again and his face felt so hot that it was actually cold.

 

Apparently, Slade had been expecting this because at the first whimper of discomfort, a cool wash cloth was pressed to his forehead and Robin let out a grateful noise. He heard Gizmo let out a noise of utter disgust and ignored him, keeping his eyes shut as he was cared for by the surprisingly gentle hands of his arch enemy. Now if only the three villains would shut up.

 

It seemed as though Slade agreed because after a moment, he lost his patience and pointed to the door. "Out." He said quietly. "And I don't care if the Teen Titans are assassinated. Don't bother me unless I invite you to."

 

Robin winced at the sound of that, but otherwise didn't move. He drank half of his bottle before taking his mouth off of the bottle and burrowing his face into Slade's chest. Once again, the man wasn't wearing his breast plate, which Robin was extremely grateful for. In a way, it almost made Slade seem…mortal, human. It was a welcoming thought. Mammoth, Gizmo, and Jinx left, grumbling about the "stupid baby" and "Slade's a jerk" and just all around pouting. Once they had left, Slade turned off the lights, which was much more welcoming to Robin's eyes. He kept them closed still, but now at least it wasn't burning his retinas. He felt himself wet his diaper and hardly gave it a second thought as warm wetness spread under his bottom and between his thighs until the diaper was sodden and pressing against the snaps of the onsie. Slade picked him up and automatically walked to the changing table, where he made short but careful work of cleaning and diapering Robin. Then he carried Robin over to his crib and wrapped him in a number of blankets. Robin whined in protest, already sweating feverishly, but Slade shook his head.

 

"We need to try and sweat it out first." He told the small teen. "Try to fall asleep."

 

Robin sighed and closed his eyes. A pacifier was pressed into his mouth and the teddy bear he tended to favor when nobody was around was placed in his arms. He welcomed it and wrapped his arms around the plushie before shutting his eyes and listening to Slade's movements. To his surprise, the man wasn't leaving, but instead reached down to pet his hair until he was peacefully dozing off. He eventually did fall asleep, but not once did he feel Slade's hand leave his hair.

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Chapter 10

 

 

Another whole month passed and the Titans were beginning to lose hope. Raven had even resorted to trying to track down his essence, but again, it didn't work. Cyborg had hacked the FBI database to check for any files involving his death or anything else that may have happened to him. All in all, the Titans were managing to hold their only fairly well, but they now lacked the structure, strategy and wisdom of experience that Robin had provided them. However, the Teen Titans weren't the only ones who were sensing the change. Villains were starting to notice as well and many of Robin's enemies like Johnny Rancid had simply lost interest. What was the point of challenging the Titans if their favorite little sidekick wasn't even there to make it interesting? See, Robin maintained a sense of strength and power that nobody else on his team possessed. Sure they were physically all superior to him with their meta-human abilities, but the power that Robin possessed was mental. He never showed sadness or over reacted about trivial things the way Cyborg did and his seriousness was something that Beast Boy could never achieve. Starfire's innocence about the world and Raven's fears and sensitivities about herself also proved to be weaknesses that Robin never showed. He was the glue that kept them all together. He never showed vulnerability or weakness, never cried over anything. He was perfect superhero material and completely flawless. That's why every criminal that had ever met him wanted to crush him into the ground.

 

Slade had done just that. Over the past month, he had been slipping pills into all of Robin's nightly bottles. The effects were just as he had been expecting and Robin was starting to wet his diaper without realizing it. Just the other day Slade had been feeding him a bottle and the boy had barely even blinked as his diaper grew heavy and warm on his lap. He had also become accustomed to the baby food that Slade fed him every night and had even found a few favorites that Slade usually fed him if he was in a good mood and feeling kind. As for speaking, Robin's vocal cords still didn't allow him to form words, so he had formed a kind of language to express different needs using groans, whines, whimpers, and long strings of vowels. Slade actually found it kind of funny. Obviously, Robin wasn't the perfect baby all the time. There were situations where Robin had fought him over something, usually involving that God-awful walker that Red had bought him, and it resulted in a number of spankings or punishments. However, there were also some nice things that had happened. After Robin had recovered from his stomach virus, he found that he was starting to like the feeling of being cradled in somebody's arms while he had a warm bottle. Living with Bruce, he had gotten living hugs, but this was a whole new level of comfort and he would be lying if he said it wasn't a bit of a guilty pleasure.

 

Another plus was that Robin finally had a schedule. Slade woke him up every day at eight for a diaper change and then breakfast. Afterwards, Robin was set on the carpet to play with his toys, but he was required to keep a pacifier in his mouth, not that the boy really minded anymore. Nowadays, he hardly even noticed when it was in. Robin occupied himself until lunchtime, when Slade came in to feed him lunch. Then he changed Robin into a sleep diaper and zipped him up in footie pajamas. He carried him over to the rocking chair and cradled him in his arms with that Teddy bear he had come to favor above all of his other toys before slipping a bottle of milk into his mouth and rocking the young hero until he fell asleep. Sometimes, Slade thought about how easy it would be to kill Robin in this position. The boy was defenseless and while he could still run away, he wouldn't get far. Slade chased away the thoughts and would shake his head before carrying Robin over to his crib and tucking him in. Robin usually slept for a couple hours and when he woke up, he received another change, then was carried out into the main room of Slade's lair and set in a play pen or sometimes even the walker where he either entertained himself or some of Slade's workers played with him. Once in a blue moon, Slade would actually even interact with him while he worked: bouncing or rolling a ball back and forth, reading him a story, or giving him little tunes to copy on his toy piano. If Robin wet, then Slade didn't bother carrying him all the way back to the nursery. Instead, he simply laid him down on the floor on top of a plastic changing mat and cleaned him up there. Robin didn't mind this, but sometimes Slade had visitors, usually Red-X or the Hive 5 and it was still rather embarrassing. What was he saying? It was humiliating. It made him feel like a helpless little baby, getting his bottom wiped in front of an audience. Slade still allowed them to tease and mock him, but sometimes he'd notice Slade wiping him a little rougher or his muscles tensing at some of the insults.

 

Dinner time came next around five thirty and he was once more fed jars of baby food or sometimes tiny bits of meat or mashed potatoes. He was spoon fed, of course and after dinner he was carried to the bathroom for a bath. He was stripped, which he was used to by now and set in the tub. Sometimes on good days, Slade even added bubbles or bath toys. Then he was diapered, put in his sleeper for the night and fed a bottle before being put to bed. It was a good system and it helped to keep Robin in line.

 

However, Slade was now facing a new problem. Robin obviously depended on him for food, bathing, diaper changes, and other such things, but that was only physically. He wanted to make Robin mentally dependent on him as well. He needed Robin to come crying to him every time he was sad or upset or scared, just like any other normal baby would to their daddy. Only problem was, he wasn't quite sure how to do that.

 

"Well, have you tried scaring him?" Red-X asked while they were sitting in the lair one day. Slade had just put Robin down for his nap and he was still trying to find a way to manipulate Robin's mental dependencies.

 

"What, you mean like figuring out his fears and using them against him to make him rely on me for comfort and protection?" Slade asked, considering it. That was definitely the way to go. "And do you happen to know what Robin's personal phobias are?"

 

Red shrugged. "The kid's tough. We can obviously rule out any general ones: spiders, water, storms, the dark, clowns…"

 

"It must be something he doesn't commonly face during his outings with the Titans. On that note, don't rule out any options." Slade murmured, thinking about it long and hard. He considered every adversary Robin had ever faced and suddenly he raised his head. "Red, send for that silent one from the Hive 5. The Wykkyd boy."

 

It only took about an hour for Red to return with Kyd Wykkyd and much to Slade's annoyance, the rest of the team had decided to tag along. He sighed and shook his head but he knew he should be grateful that that hillbilly multiplier hadn't decided to show up as well.

 

"This is the place?" The boy Seemore asked as he peered around the lair. "Very nice."

 

"Yes." Slade replied stiffly and he rose from his chair, advancing towards him. "I require your services of mind reading, Kyd Wykkyd."

 

Jinx raised an eyebrow. "Does this have to do with Robin?"

 

Gizmo cackled and turned to the two who had not yet seen the baby bird. "Wait 'til you see him. It's hilarious!"

 

"Yes, but he's sleeping, so you are going to have to be quiet. Is that understood?" Slade asked the young villain.

 

Red laughed. "Slade, he's a mute."

 

Slade looked over Kyd and nodded. "Good, then that shouldn't be a problem."

 

"Can we watch?" Seemore asked.

 

Slade paused and considered it for a moment before nodding. "But if I have to silence you, you are out." He tuned to Kyd. "Follow me."

 

The whole group, including Red followed him down the hallway of his lair. Every door looked exactly alike except for one that was covered with hand drawn pictures of the Titans, Jump City, and even a few of different villains. Seemore and Mammoth studied the pictures and glanced at each other before muffling their laughter with hands over their mouths. Slade sent them a warning look and opened the door. They all walked into the dark room and found Robin fast asleep in his crib with a pacifier in his mouth and the Teddy in his arms. His eyes were shut and he hardly made a sound as he lied curled up in the crib. Gizmo looked at him through the bars and the rest peered down at him, smirking in smug satisfaction or immense amusement.

 

"I need you to look inside his mind and find something for me." Slade instructed the silent teen. "I need to find out some of Robin's fears or vulnerabilities. Perhaps you can help?"

 

Without a word Kyd Wykkyd pressed a hand to Robin's forehead and suddenly a small black hole, like a tear in the dimension appeared right above Robin's head. It looked almost like a funnel, as if it was coming right out of the hero and Kyd carefully reached his hand into the blackness. His eyes glowed and he was still except for his arm, which seemed to be rummaging around in the rip. Suddenly, Kyd nodded and Seemore smirked. "He found it."

 

The others watched in surprise as Kyd tugged something right out of the rip and he levitated the object before them. Slade peered at it. "Is that a ventriloquist dummy?"


Chapter 11

 

"Dick? Do you want to meet Mr. Jingles?" His mother asked.

 

Dick smiled and nodded. Mr. Harriman and Mr. Jingles had arrived at the circus the day before as a temporary side show addition just while they were in town. Mr. Harriman himself looked like a door to door salesman. He wore a lime green checkered suit and a purple bowtie with a matching fedora to cover up his balding, mousy brown hair. He was a little odd, for every time he talked, he would chuckle, as if he knew something that nobody else did. Dick felt that he was smart to be a little wary of the man.

 

Mr. Jingles, however, was a whole different story. He was Mr. Harriman's puppet, seeing as the man was a gifted ventriloquist. Dick had not yet seen the thing, and now here he was outside of the trailer that Mr. Harriman was sharing with Hannibal, the knife thrower. He had never seen a ventriloquist dummy in his life and was eager to see it.

 

"Alright, well Mr. Harriman had to run some errands, but he'll be back this afternoon to introduce you to him." His mother smiled. "Now I have to help with the horses. Be a good boy."

 

The seven year old acrobat frowned in disappointment. He had to wait until the afternoon? He might as well build a house while he waited! No, he couldn't wait. He wanted to see Mr. Jingles now. He needed to. Dick waited until his mother was out of sight before slowly going up the three short steps of the trailer. He knew Hannibal wasn't around since he too was on animal duty this morning, so all he had to do was sneak in, get a quick look, and sneak out. Easy as a backflip off of his bed. Dick kneeled down in front of the door and inspected the lock before pulling out one of his homemade lock picks. Hannibal himself had taught him how to shape the wire and jiggle it around just right to get the tumbler to fall into place. He did the same with the door of the trailer and once he had heard the satisfying click, he stood up, pocketed the wire-careful not to bend it-and jiggled the door a little. (They always jammed.) Once it opened, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. It was dark in the trailer, since all of the blinds were shut. The only light came from what seeped in around the perimeter of them. Dick reached up to try and open them, but he wasn't tall enough, even if he jumped.

 

Dick gave up and turned around. For the first time since entering, he noticed somebody sitting in a chair facing the door and let out a yelp of surprise. "Uh, scuzaţi! îmi pare rău!" He quickly apologized in Romanian. Most everyone in the circus spoke it and they often used it around each other instead of English. It gave them a bit of an advantage when outsiders couldn't understand what they were saying about them.

 

When the person in the chair didn't respond, Dick peered closer and was surprised to find that it wasn't a grown man, but what appeared to be a child only a little smaller than him. He huffed, wishing he could see through the darkness. Dick suddenly remembered something and fished through his pockets before pulling out a box of matches and the short stub of candle that he liked to carry around with him just in case. Occasionally, he snagged glowing sticks and flashing wands from the gift shop, but usually, candles and matches were the only things he could get his hands on. Dick lit the match, then the candle and walked towards the figure until they were face to face. Suddenly, large, unblinking eyes appeared, staring right into his and he let out a small shriek, his foot kicking the chair and making the dummy slide to the floor.

 

Of course, to a seven year old who was sitting in the dark, it did not simply fall off by accident, it moved. Dick let out a cry of fear as he backed away from it. Suddenly, he did not want to meet Mr. Jingles. He wanted to be far, far away from Mr. Jingles. He ran to the door and tugged on it, but it refused to budge. Setting the candle down on a stool by the door, he tried tugging on the door knob with both hands, but still, it didn't give. Slowly, Dick turned around and stared at the dummy. The puppet stared pack with wide, unblinking eyes that never left Dick's face and the mouth chose that time to fall open. Dick screamed and pounded on the door, pleading for somebody to save him.

 

Mr. Jingles was coming after him. He could feel it. He could sense his little wooden limbs starting to click as he dragged himself over to Dick. To bite him and scratch him and kill him. Overwhelming panic rose up inside of Dick as the room grew slightly dimmer and he realized with absolute horror that his candle was almost finished. He burst into tears and clawed at the door, desperately trying to get away from the doll that wanted to kill him. Just as the candle went out, the door opened and Dick fell straight into Mr. Harriman, who let out a surprised shout.

 

"What the-what are you doing? You're not supposed to be in here!" The man scolded and immediately looked over at Mr. Jingles who was now face down on the floor. "Did you touch my puppet?" He asked angrily and picked up the doll. He carried it over to Dick and kneeled down, making the eyes blink and his head turn to face the boy, who was watching in terror.

 

"Now you listen to me, kid." Mr. Jingles said quietly. "I don't take kindly to people messing around with me. So I'll tell you what. if I ever catch you near me again, I'm going to eat your insides and turn you into a puppet! Got it?"

 

Dick nodded quickly and ran off as fast as he could when Mr. Jingles lurched forward and clacked his teeth shut. He ran to his own trailer and locked the door before crawling into bed and squeezing his pillow as tightly as he could.

 

He didn't go to meet Mr. Jingles that afternoon.

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Chapter 12

 

When Robin woke up from his nap, he was surprised to find himself not in his crib, but on a cold tiled floor. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. It contained no furniture from what he could see in his position and sat up quickly, wondering if he had been kidnapped. He gasped in alarm at the idea, then smiled to himself at the irony. Robin stretched a little and stood up, turning around and coming face to face with Mr. Jingles.

 

Slade was in the main part of his lair, sitting on his throne while the rest of his guests had found seats around him on the floor or other furniture. Red-X himself was perched on top of Slade's throne and Slade chose to ignore it for now. He could be very nice when he wanted to be. The criminals were all staring at the large screen before them that displayed the empty room and Robin who was just starting to rouse from his sleep.

 

"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Jinx asked. "I mean, usually I'd love to take the opportunity to see Robin piss his pants but he does that all the time now. It's lost its shock value."

 

Slade sighed behind his mask and turned to face her. "This isn't about scaring him. It's a technique I am using to increase Robin's psychological dependence on me. If I can appear as a savior in his eyes in a situation where he feels absolutely helpless, I have reason to believe that he will then start coming to me with more of his problems until there is nothing he can do without me."

 

"Oh, like Pavlovian conditioning?" Jinx asked.

 

Slade glanced at her and chuckled. "No. Not at all. Robin is not a dog, he is a child. A child that can be taught how to behave and act the way I want him to. Now shush. He's starting to get up."

 

Robin immediately let out a terrified scream and backed away from the dummy as far as he could until his back was pressed against the door. Suddenly, he was back in that dark trailer all over again and the familiar sense of panic began to overwhelm him. He pounded on the door a few times, and then realized that nobody was coming to help him. Stepping away from the door, he buried his face in his hands and took a few deep breaths. He needed to get it together. Mr. Jingles was not real. He was a puppet, a lifeless hunk of glorified wood. He couldn't move, or talk and he certainly couldn't eat his insides.

 

"Hold on! He's starting to calm down a little." Red-X said, pointing to the screen.

 

"Yes, thank you, I can see that." Slade said a little irritably. He pulled a controller out of his pocket. "I was expecting this. Now that he has matured, Robin's rational thought is overpowering his imagination."

 

"So what are you going to do?" Seemore asked.

 

"Simple." Slade replied. "I'm going to bring his imagination to life."

 

Robin was slowly starting to relax. The breathing was definitely helping and as long as he kept a level head with logic in it, he would be fine. He had just opened his eyes when he heard the clacking. Slowly, he lowered his hands and turned to find Mr. Jingles staring straight at him, his eyes blinking every few seconds. His hands shook and he watched in absolute horror as the puppet's head turned from side to side and his jaw opened and closed a few times. His whole body was trembling now and he stumbled back when Mr. Jingles' head turned sharply to look directly at him. "What did I tell you?" He asked, in the very same voice that Robin remembered and suddenly he was screaming again, throwing himself against the door and pounding on it wildly. He turned and let out a scared whine as the dummy slowly stood up and took a couple torturously slow steps towards the teen. "I warned you."

 

Red-X couldn't help letting out a laugh. "This is so mean."

 

"No duh, scum brain, we're bad guys." Gizmo replied.

 

"Yea, well it's a good thing Robin's wearing a diaper. I think he shit himself when the puppet started moving." Red-X stated and the others couldn't help laughing too.

 

"You'd think the big diaper baby would realize it's just a stinkin' robot." Gizmo scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

"Fear wraps itself around rational thought and logic until they suffocate." Slade replied. "This is turning out wonderfully."

 

"Is that thing really going to eat his insides?" Seemore asked curiously and Red-X shook his head.

 

"Nah, it'll just grab onto him and start biting, but not hard enough to break skin or even fabric." The thief replied.

 

"Cool." Jinx grinned. "So how long is this going to last?"

 

"Just until he calls for me. Then I'll be right there to save him." Slade replied.

 

Robin was absolutely, one hundred percent sure he was going to die. Mr. Jingles slowly advanced and he quickly ran to the other side of the room. When he saw how slowly he was moving, he started to calm down a little. That was until he saw a flash and the padding of feet and suddenly, Mr. Jingles was right next to him. Robin let out a blood-curdling scream and scrambled away from the puppet, tears streaming out of his eyes like a sink that had been left on. In one last desperate attempt, Robin climbed onto the chair and used it as leverage to leap up to the ceiling. He grabbed onto the edge of a vent and clung to it like a koala.

 

"Great, now what?" Jinx frowned. "He's on the ceiling!"

 

"Just hold on." Slade said casually.

 

Robin let out another horrified whine as he saw Mr. Jingles climbing up the wall like a spider and onto the ceiling. He immediately fell to the floor and backed into a corner, bawling like a true baby.

 

"I warned you." Mr. Jingles said again as he smiled maliciously at Robin and advanced on him. Panic welled up inside Robin and he suddenly found himself crowded by the puppet that sank his wooden teeth into Robin's side, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.

 

Robin let out a shrill shriek and crawled over to the door, trying to push the puppet off of him. He pounded on the door harder and harder until he had actually begun to dent it. "Help me!" He screamed through his sobs. "He's gonna eat me! Slade!"

 

Slade casually set the remote down. "And there's my cue." He sighed, getting up from his throne. Red-X immediately took his place as Slade headed off down the hall.

 

"SLADE! SLADE! SLADE!" Robin screamed and sobbed. He was so scared by now that he couldn't even describe it. His mind had gone absolutely blank from the terror he was experiencing. And then the door was opening and Robin was being picked up. Slade pulled Mr. Jingles off of Robin and threw him against the far wall where he then hit the ground and lay lifeless. Robin burrowed as far as he could into Slade's arms and buried his face in the man's chest, sobbing harder than Slade had ever seen anybody in his life time cry. And he had made a lot of people cry.

 

"Slade, Slade, Slade, Slade, Slade…" Robin repeated over and over as the man held him protectively, shushing him as if he was an actual baby. Slade slowly turned and carried him back to the nursery and over to the rocking chair where a warm bottle was waiting on the table next to it. He stopped by the crib on the way and snatched Robin's blanky, wrapping the boy in it before cradling him in the chair and beginning to rock. The boy was still mumbling his name.

 

"Shhhh, it's all right, Robin. You're safe. I saved you. I will always protect you." Slade told him as he slipped the rubber nipple of the bottle into Robin's mouth. It shut him up, but he sucked it down as if it was the antidote to a poison he had just taken. His eyes made him look borderline crazy as they looked all around the room for Mr. Jingles. Yes, Robin would have a bad case of paranoia for a little while after this and Slade decided that it would be best to invest in some brighter night lights and possibly some thicker diapers. The boy started to fuss a little bit, just like a baby should, with whining and a slightly reddening face. He looked ready to cry again so Slade held him a little tighter. "You're safe. I saved you. I will always protect you." He repeated and he told it to the young hero again and again in a soft tone until he had fallen asleep.


Chapter 13

 

After the Mr. Jingles incident, Slade had definitely started to see big changes in Robin's behavior and attitude. He was much less confident and cocky about things now and often chose to cling onto Slade in favor of being alone. Before bed, usually during baths or stories, Robin tried his best to stall so that Slade could stay with him a little longer. During bottles, Robin burrowed into Slade much more eagerly than he used to and sometimes Slade would find him unconsciously fisting the fabric of his suit. His obedience towards Slade had also improved quite noticeably as well. He hardly ever fought Slade during meals or diaper changes anymore. In fact, the only problem was that Robin had become a bit too clingy. With his little baby bird constantly begging him for stories and bottles and games and everything else, Slade could hardly get his work done. In fact, the only time he ever did make any progress with his other schemes was during naptime when Robin was asleep or after Slade had put him to bed.

 

Another thing was Robin's voice. Since he'd had to take the voice controller out in order to achieve what he had with Mr. Jingles, Robin was using his voice to the absolute fullest. Sure, Slade had restricted him to only infantile words, but even those were extremely horrible to listen to when they were being repeated over and over.

 

Enough was enough. As much as Slade enjoyed being with his perfect little birdy, he was getting no work done whatsoever and if he had to hear the words 'baba' or 'story' one more time, he was going to feed himself to Mr. Jingles.

 

He needed a babysitter.

 

Besides, this could be a great opportunity to test just how dependent on him Robin had really become. Robin had only been in his care for three months and the progress he had made was amazing, if not a little drug induced. With the help of some muscle weakening medications, Slade had managed to make Robin lose all of his bladder control and a good amount of his bowel control as well. The boy was also dependent on comfort objects like pacifiers, plushies, and blankies to calm him down and induce sleep. Sleeping in a crib had also affected his movement while unconscious and even though Slade had not tested it, he was almost certain that Robin would fall out of a normal bed if he was made to sleep in one. For eating, Robin could no longer drink from a cup without spilling it, exclusively able to use sippy cups or bottles and feeding himself, unless with his hands was pretty much out of the question. His favorite thing, however, was Robin's vocabulary, which had been restricted to roughly two thousand words and phrases. Some, that without Slade's translations, nobody else could understand. His vocabulary was not lost, just locked away deep in his mind like the rest of his mature memories and behavior. How was it that something so wonderful could be such a curse at the same time?

 

"You should have seen this coming." Red-X told him one day during Robin's nap. "Weren't you the one who read up on all of the conditioning for mental regression? The one who calculated all the outcomes and prepared for everything and anything that Robin would throw at you?" He laughed. "Looks like the only thing you weren't prepared for was having to take care of a baby."

 

Slade rolled his eyes, not that Red-X could really see it with his mask on. "You must take me for an idiot, Red. Of course I was expecting this. I knew the consequences when I started. I cannot give up the boy and leave him in the mind state of a baby for the rest of his life. That would be cruel…crueler than I could allow."

 

"And what exactly do you have planned?" Red asked him curiously.

 

"Re-raise him, of course. Teach him and train him to be my apprentice. His muscles will start to grow back quickly and once I send him to the Hive Academy-"

 

"Hold on, you're sending him to the Hive Academy? In his condition?" Red asked him in disbelief.

 

"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" Slade asked.

 

"No, not at all if your plan is for him to get eaten alive by his classmates since he can barely talk or eat on his own, let alone train with them!" Red protested. "And what about the diapers? Or are you going to take him out of class to change him in the infirmary?"

 

"I will train him again." Slade replied calmly. "You seem to be under the impression that I am sending him away in the near future. Quite the contrary. It will take several more months until Robin is ready to do anything on his own. In the meantime, I require a babysitter to help me get through those months ahead."

 

Red laughed. "Good luck finding a nanny who's willing to take care of a fourteen year old boy!"

 

"Fifteen."

 

Red looked at him. "What?"

 

"The boy is fifteen now. His birthday was last Monday." Slade replied. "And anyways, I don't need to find one."

 

Red crossed his arms. "And why is that?"

 

"Simple." Slade smirked behind his mask. "I have you."

 

After promises of a large paycheck and a small share of Slade's diamond stash, Red-X reluctantly agreed to take the position, just as long as he didn't have to change any messy diapers. After removing his cape and belt, (no weapons around the baby) Red tiptoed into the nursery to find Robin already sitting up in his crib with his hands tightly gripping the bars. When he saw Red, he frowned. That was not Slade.

 

"Slade." Robin said, though it sounded much more like a command to Red.

 

He shook his head. "Sorry, birdy, but Uncle Red is going to take care of you today." He told the boy. He moved to pick Robin up, but the boy simply moved away. Red sighed and could immediately tell that it was going to be a very long day, a very long week, and a very long three or four months. Leaning over, he scooped Robin up into his arms which was even easier now that his muscles were getting smaller. The boy struggled and let out a whine of "no X!" but Red ignored him and strapped him down on the changing table. "Alright, kid, here's the deal. I'll change your diaper, but if you pee on me, you're on your own, got it?" He asked. Robin ignored him and called out for Slade again.

 

"Why don't we terrify Robin into being completely dependent on Slade? It'll be great!" Red muttered as he cautiously untaped the boy's diaper. "Stupid puppet."

 

Robin squirmed a little and stared up at the ceiling in boredom. Usually Slade gave him a toy or something to keep him occupied during diaper changes. He started to whine impatiently and kick his legs.

 

"Just hold still!" Red told him as he tried to clean him up. After three months, Red had gotten pretty used to seeing Robin naked, though he'd never, ever, repeat that to anyone. Once he finally had Robin's legs under control, he finished cleaning him with a baby wipe and poured powder on him the way he'd seen Slade do it many times before. He slid a clean diaper under Robin's bottom and let out a sigh of relief once it was taped up. He reconnected the snaps on Robin's yellow onesie and with a triumphant smile, carried Robin out to the main part of Slade's lair, dropping him right into the walker. Robin started to protest, but Red quickly popped a pacifier into his mouth to shut him up. Sure, the hero could have simply removed the object or talked around it, but the pacifier was a symbol for silence. Once his pacifier was in, Robin was not allowed to speak unless he was spoken to or somebody, meaning Slade, removed it. This rule, however, did not keep him from protesting through the form of loud whines.

 

"Just calm down and play with the toys." Red told him. "Stop trying to get out and start playing."

 

Robin sent him a resentful frown, but much to Red's satisfaction, he began to experimentally toy with the walker. His favorite thing to do, he had found, was to bounce in it. It made a creaking sound every time, but whenever he bounced, his feet would hit the floor just a little bit and he could propel himself forward. Red spent a good ten minutes or so watching Robin do test laps around the lair using the system. It was funny, but eventually the creaking noise got to Slade and he made Red put a stop to it. For the first time since he had first sat in the thing, Robin was not too happy to get out and be set down on the floor with his toys. He took a good three minutes of so to dedicate to pouting before getting bored and turning his attention to his blocks.

 

Finally everything was quiet. Slade let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes peacefully, turning back to his work.

 

Until the Titans came crashing through the main doors.

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Chapter 14

 

Three months. It had been three months since Robin had disappeared and not only was Jump City convinced that he was dead, but the Titans were beginning to believe it, too. That was until eleven days after Robin's (supposedly) seventeenth birthday when the Titans were called to stop a mall raid. Their moods were pretty dampened from their huge loss, but Cyborg, having taken the role of leader, had encouraged himself and the rest of the team to remain strong. Robin would have been upset if he found out that they were neglecting their duties because of him. They found the teen criminals gathered in one section of the mall near an electronics store and a jeweler's.

 

"Well look who it is! You crud-sniffing Titans don't stand a chance against us now!" Gizmo cackled.

 

"Robin may be gone, but that doesn't mean we can't defeat you!" Beast Boy growled.

 

Jinx laughed. "You wish. Hive 5 eat'em alive!" She ordered, sending the team members charging.

 

Mammoth immediately went after Cyborg and they gripped each other in an attempt to overpower their opponent. Cyborg let out a powerful cry and shoved him back into a display case. Gizmo took on Beast Boy, who was currently a bull charging at him. The small villain easily evaded the attack and tripped the animal with a single long spider leg, sending the changeling flying into him. Before he could realize it and move aside, the bull it him and they both fell to the ground with Gizmo's equipment crushed from the weight.

 

Beast Boy changed back into himself and groaned, then looked down at the dazed villain and grinned triumphantly. He was about to get up when he saw something peeking out of Gizmo's destroyed technology. It was yellow and black and…Beast Boy gasped as he pulled it out and dropped it onto the floor as if it were on fire. "Guys!" He squeaked, staring at the object. "Look what I found!"

 

"We're a little busy right now!" Cyborg called from his wrestling match with Mammoth.

 

"Yes, perhaps later would be a more suitable time!" Starfire added from her battle with Seemore.

 

"No! Not later! I think it's Robin's!" Beast Boy yelled impatiently.

 

At the sound of Robin's name, the other three Titans stopped what they were doing and hurried over. Starfire let out a shrill gasp. "Robin!"

 

Cyborg picked up the Titan communicator. "Hold on, guys. We don't know for sure if this is really Robin's. It could just be a fake."

 

"Can you check it to see if it is Robin's? Surely there is some sort of proof!" Starfire insisted.

 

"Hey!" Gizmo yelled, interrupting their moment of hope. "Give that back!"

 

"No! You took this from Robin!" Beast Boy snapped. "Where is he?"

 

Gizmo laughed. "Like I'm gonna tell you dirt brains." He let out a yelp as he was suddenly yanked into the air by the collar of his shirt.

 

"You tell me where Robin is this instant!" Starfire demanded and her eyes began to glow dangerously.

 

"Nope, not telling." Gizmo replied. "Slade would kill me." He realized what he had said and paled. "Not that he's with Slade! I mean…uh,"

 

"You idiot!" Jinx snarled at him. "There is no way I'm helping you take the fall for this. Slade can eat you alive for all I care."

 

"I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" Gizmo yelled back.

 

"Yea? So was your conception!" Jinx replied.

 

The two villains went at each other furiously, throwing around insults and the occasional kick or punch. They were so into their own thing that they hardly noticed the Titans leaving.

 

It didn't take long for Cyborg to scan and analyze the communicator and based on the information he had found on it, he was fairly certain that it did in fact belong to their team leader. "This doesn't mean that he's alive." Cyborg reminded the other as Beast Boy and Starfire jumped around and Raven did her equivalent of celebrating by revealing a small smile, only to have the remote fly across the room and smash into the wall. She stopped smiling.

 

"You heard what Gizmo said! He's with Slade! I bet the dude kidnapped him and forced him to be his apprentice again." Beast Boy replied.

 

"It does seem likely." Raven shrugged.

 

"But why has Robin not returned for so long? Why has he not escaped?" Starfire cried.

 

"Maybe Slade's blackmailing him again." Raven suggested.

 

Cyborg frowned. "My scanners don't sense anything wrong with us, and my city scan doesn't detect any immediate dangers."

 

"Maybe it has to do with his identity." Raven suggested.

 

"Or maybe Slade had brainwashed him and turned him into his zombie slave!" Beast Boy gasped.

 

Cyborg pushed him aside. "Whatever it is, we're going to find out. Gizmo deleted the travel history from the communicator's GPS tracking system, but what he didn't do was wipe out the memory completely. I can still recover the information." He grinned, hooking the communicator up to his system.

 

Raven, Starfire, and Beast Boy gathered around him and watched impatiently as the information was recovered, and then loaded onto Cyborg's system. They held their breaths and finally, finally, the results appeared on the communicator.

 

"Where is he?" Starfire asked urgently.

 

"He's…in Jump City." Cyborg stated and grinned. The others joined him, except for Raven who at least stopped frowning.

 

"Oh this is marvelous! Robin has not left us!" Starfire cheered as she flew around the room.

 

"It's right on the city limits about a mile or so away from the water." Cyborg stated. "Directly south of here." He looked up hopefully and grinned. "Titans, move out!"

 

When the Titans came bursting through the doors, Robin jumped in surprise, his eyes widening at the intrusion. Slade calmly stood up and sighed. Always something. He would never get his work done. "Red, take Robin to the nursery and lock yourselves in. This environment is much too dangerous for a baby."

 

Red nodded and picked the boy up, who was still staring at the young heroes curiously. He made eye contact with Starfire and the girl gasped. "Robin!" She cried, immediately flying over to him.

 

Hearing his name, Robin smiled and he reached out to her, but before Starfire could touch him, Red-X pulled him away. "Sorry sweetheart. Robin doesn't need you anymore." He said and disappeared with him down the hall.

 

"Please make this short. Dinner is in an hour." Slade sighed as he walked down the steps of his throne. "What is it that you want?"

 

"You know exactly what we want!" Beast Boy snapped. "Give us Robin!"

 

"Oh, I see." Slade chuckled. "You desire your leader. I hate to disappoint, but if you came looking for the member of your team, he is not here."

 

"We just saw him." Cyborg insisted.

 

"Yea, that's definitely Robin." Raven confirmed.

 

"Technically, yes, it is Robin. But he is not the Robin you are looking for." Slade replied.

 

"What do you mean he's not what we're looking for? Of course he is!" Beast Boy frowned.

 

"I've taken the old Robin and destroyed him. Melted him down and molded him into what I want him to be. In time, I will do it again." Slade stated.

 

The Titans didn't want to hear anymore. They charged at Slade, who pulled out his bo staff. "Starfire! Raven! You go after Red-X and get Robin!" He ordered and the girls flew off down the hall at top speed.

 

"I can tell this is going to be boring." Slade sighed. He held his staff up against the paws of the large green tiger that was trying to maul him, pushing him onto his back and dodging the sonic blast that had been aimed at him.

 

Starfire and Raven hurried through the hall, keeping an eye out for any signs of Robin. "How do we know which room he's in?" Starfire asked as the found themselves surrounded by doors.

 

"Hold on, I can track him." Raven said and closed her eyes. It only took her a few seconds and turned to the door that was covered in Robin's drawings. "He's in there."

 

It was locked, so Raven removed the door completely and entered the room, prepared to fight. She stepped back in surprise at what she saw instead. Red-X as sitting sideways in the rocking chair in boredom as he watched Robin play with cars. The boy was in overalls now. They were green, and his shirt was red and yellow. He had Velcro shoes on and his mask had been replaced.

 

"Robin?" She asked.

 

Robin immediately turned around to look at her and waved, just like Slade had taught him to do around guests.

 

"Robin! I am so glad you are alive and well!" Starfire cried, tackling him in a hug.

 

While Starfire fussed over the alarmed and confused boy, Raven looked over at Red. "You don't seem in any hurry to stop us."

 

Red-X shrugged. "The man's paying me to watch him, not fight you. Besides, it doesn't matter if you take him or not. Your boy wonder is gone and the only family he knows now is Slade."

 

Starfire looked up in shock at that. "No! That is not true! We are his family!" She looked down at Robin. "Come on, Robin. We are going home!"

 

Robin looked over at Red-X and pointed to his pacifier questioningly. The man sighed. "Fine, alright." He nodded and walked over to Robin, pulling the pacifier out.

 

Robin turned back to the girls. "Home."

 

"Yes Robin, we're going back to the tower." Raven said. She waited, frowning when he simply went back to playing with his cars. "Robin, come on. Cyborg and Beast Boy are holding off Slade so that we can get you out of here."

 

At the sound of his "daddy's" name, Robin perked up. "Slade!"

 

"Yes, Slade, so we need to move now!" Starfire insisted.

 

Both girls stared on in disbelief as Robin got on his hands and knees and crawled over to his toddler-size Legos. "You see?" Red-X laughed. "Robin's gone."

 

Starfire was growing impatient. She finally just picked up Robin and flew out of the room with him in her arms. She noticed that he was much lighter than he used to be, though even then he was just over the weight of a child. She carried him into the main lair with Raven following close behind to see that Beast Boy, in the form of a large gorilla, had managed to pin Slade to the floor. The second Robin caught sight of the criminal mastermind, he reached out to him excitedly. "Slade!"

 

"Hello, Robin. Are you going bye bye with the Titans?" Slade asked casually, earning a number of strange looks from the heroes.

 

Robin stopped and frowned at that. Bye bye? He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here with Slade. He didn't want to go bye bye. "No!" He cried out, reaching his arms towards Slade again. "Slade!"

 

The Titans all looked at him in utter disbelief as Slade chuckled smugly. "Robin, are you insane?" Cyborg asked.

 

"Why would you want to stay with this lunatic?" Beast Boy asked as once he had morphed back into a human.

 

"Come on, let's just get out of here." Cyborg said and as Starfire flew towards the door, Robin began to scream and cry.

 

"Slaaaaade!" He bawled repeatedly, desperately reaching out to him.

 

"Calm now, birdy. There is no need for crying. You will see me soon enough." Slade promised him, but Robin wasn't buying it.

 

"No bye bye! No bye bye!" He bawled over and over. He screamed his head off as Starfire carried him out of the lair and outside before strapping him in the back seat of the T car.

 

The Titans ignored him and Beast Boy drove in the car with Cyborg while the girls flew overhead. The entire ride home, Robin screamed and cried for Slade and a few times, Beast Boy was ready to yell at him to shut up. Before he could, Cyborg would just shake his head and tell him to just let it go. All would be taken care of once they were back at the tower.

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Chapter 15

 

Since Robin was either unable or unwilling to walk, Cyborg carried the boy inside of the tower. Robin was still crying for Slade and Cyborg was starting to wonder if Beast Boy's brainwashing idea wasn't as stupid as he had previously thought. He carried the distraught leader to the medical ward, eager to make sure he was completely unharmed. In a matter of seconds, the rest of the Titans had caught up with him and together, they entered the examination room where Robin was set down on the metal table.

 

"Robin? You're safe, please stop crying." Starfire pleaded.

 

"He's been at it the entire ride. I have no idea when he's going to stop or how to make him." Cyborg frowned.

 

"Well, I could influence his mind." Raven offered. "To make him calm down."

 

Beast Boy nodded. "Hurry before he drives me insane."

 

Raven stepped forward and pressed two fingers to Robin's forehead. She stared into his mask, which was now completely soaked from the tears and her forehead creased in concentration. Slowly, Robin's sobs started to quiet down and his body began to relax and by the time Raven stepped back, he was completely serene.

 

"Robin? Can you speak to us?" Cyborg asked.

 

Robin frowned and looked around. "Slade."

 

"Slade is gone, Robin. You are back with your friends and you are safe." Starfire told him.

 

"No bye bye." Robin replied softly. "Slade no bye bye."

 

"Okay, there is definitely something wrong here." Beast Boy frowned. "Why is he so upset that Slade's gone and why is he talking like a two year old?"

 

"I've been thinking about it, and I hate to admit it but I think Beast Boy was right. I think Robin was brainwashed by Slade." Cyborg frowned.

 

"Well that explains a lot." Raven said.

 

"We found Robin in a room used for the holding of human offspring." Starfire explained.

 

Cyborg and Beast Boy turned to Raven for translation. "A nursery." She said.

 

Beast Boy stiffened. "A nursery? As in a room for babies with a crib and a rocking chair and bottles and toys and stuff?"

 

Starfire nodded. "Affirmative. It was most colorful."

 

Beast Boy stood quiet for a moment, trying fight back a smile but after a few seconds, he gave up and fell to the ground laughing until tears were streaming out of his eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that Slade turned Robin into a baby?"

 

"That's what it looks like." Cyborg nodded and he too, was starting to give into laughter.

 

Starfire frowned in confusion and turned to Raven. "I do not understand the humor in the situation."

 

"There isn't any." Raven said, glaring at the two. "It's a serious problem."

 

Beast Boy started to say something, but at the last second he started howling with laughter and fell against Cyborg. Robin watched them curiously and started to giggle too, not quite understanding why the two were so happy.

 

"Stop laughing." Raven hissed. "What do you think is going to happen if the city or even any criminals find out about this? It will spread like wildfire and then he'll either be locked up in a mental institution or villains will start trying to kidnap him. He's a bit of an easy target now."

 

At the thought of that, Beast Boy's and Cyborg's smiles disappeared. "Can't you fix it?" Cyborg asked.

 

Raven sighed. "I can try, but it will be hard if he's not willing to recover his memories. It will take time and there is no promise that he won't relapse if coaxed using certain mental keys."

 

Cyborg sighed. "How long do you think it will take?"

 

"If all goes well, a month. But that would be without any interruptions, setbacks, or resistance." Raven told him.

 

"So what do we do with him now?" Beast Boy asked as he stared at their leader.

 

"Treat him like a baby, I guess." Cyborg shrugged and Raven nodded in confirmation.

 

"We need to keep him calm so the best thing to do would be to make him feel like nothing has changed." Raven said. She grimaced. "We should start by getting diapers."

 

Cyborg and Beast Boy nearly choked on air when they heard that. "You're not serious." Cyborg frowned.

 

"Nope, I refuse to believe that. There is no way somebody just forgets how to take a leak in only three months." Beast Boy said stubbornly.

 

"Pee-pee." Robin said and squirmed a little as he sucked on his middle and ring fingers.

 

Raven raised an eyebrow. "You believe me now?"

 

"No way. He probably is just saying that he has to go." Beast Boy shrugged.

 

Raven sighed and used her powers to lift Robin up and unhook his overalls, making them fall to his ankles. She set him down in just his shirt and his obviously wet diaper.

 

Cyborg and Beast Boy exchanged looks of disgust. "No, we can't do it." Cyborg said quickly.

 

"And why not?" Raven asked.

 

"Because it's gross and he's a dude!" Beast Boy replied.

 

Raven shrugged. "So what?"

 

"So, I can't look at or touch another dude's penis! That's weird!" Beast Boy insisted. "You're the one with telekinesis, why can't you do it?"

 

Raven rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Because sometimes I won't be around to do it. Then who will change him, huh?"

 

"Starfire." Beast Boy stated after a minute's thought and Cyborg nodded in agreement.

 

"Man up." Raven frowned, but the boys stubbornly shook their heads. She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Fine. Then the least you can do is buy everything that we're going to need. And be fast about it. Robin can get a rash if he's not changed soon enough."

 

The boys grimaced at the thought and sighed. "Fine, tell us everything you need and I'll make a list." Cyborg said.

 

Raven thought for a moment. She walked over and inspected Robin's diaper. "Adult diapers, size extra small and make sure they're thick. If you need help, just ask a salesperson to assist you. Baby powder, wipes, a changing mat, rash cream…" She observed the way Robin sucked on his fingers and remembered the pacifier he'd had. "Buy some pacifiers, too. Can you drink out of a normal cup?" She asked Robin.

 

The boy looked back at her when he heard the word drink. "Baba." He requested.

 

"I'm not sure what that is." Rave said.

 

"Oh! A baba is a plastic, oddly shaped cylinder with a rubber cap that is inserted into the mouth of human offspring. It is used for the consumption of liquids." Starfire beamed. She had observed many mothers talking about them to their babies.

 

"So… like, a bottle?" Beast Boy asked.

 

Raven nodded. "Get one of those, too and some sippy cups."

 

"Got it, anything else?" Cyborg asked.

 

Raven shook her head. "While you guys buy supplies, Starfire and I are going to take care of any safety hazards around the tower."

 

Cyborg nodded. "Okay, come on, Beast Boy. Time to do some shopping."

 

Beast Boy groaned. "Why do I have to come?"

 

"Because if you don't, you're stuck with diaper duty." Cybrog replied. "Now hurry up."

 

Beast Boy quickened his pace and followed Cyborg back over to the T-car. They drove to the closest pharmacy and went inside. While they store was fairly empty for the middle of the day, everybody inside immediately stared at the two heroes as they entered. The two awkwardly looked around.

 

"Maybe we should have gone in disguise?" Beast Boy whispered.

 

"Too late for that." Cyborg shrugged and casually as possible, walked over to the diaper aisle. Thankfully, assistance was not needed and Cyborg grabbed two boxes worth of the adult diapers. "You think that's enough?"

 

"Dude, this is enough to last at least a year." Beast Boy commented. "Maybe we should get a cart."

 

Cyborg nodded in agreement and had Beast Boy fetch one while he picked out three packs of baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder. Once the changeling had returned, he placed everything in the cart. "Go find baby bottles while I look for diaper rash stuff." Cyborg told him. The two were completely oblivious to the bewildered looks of the other shoppers and employees. Cyborg located the cream in a medication aisle and grabbed a tube of the stuff. Then he went to find Beast Boy. He found the boy in the back of the store staring at the colorful display of baby toys and accessories.

 

"Dude, I don't even know what to get. There are so many." Beast Boy stated.

 

Cyborg looked them over. "I guess we should get the biggest of everything." He shrugged. He found the largest pacifiers and bottles and tossed them in the cart while Beast Boy grabbed sippy cups.

 

"There." Beast Boy sighed in relief. "Now let's leave."

 

Cyborg pushed the cart over to the check out and the young man behind it stared at the stuff curiously. "Rough day?" He finally asked.

 

"You would not believe the crazy shit we've been through today." Beast Boy sighed. Once everything was bagged and paid for, the two hurried out of the store and stashed everything in the back seat before heading back to the tower.

 

 

Chapter 16

 

Starfire stayed with Robin while Raven surveyed the house, looking for any potential hazard. She picked up every weapon, sharp object, tool, and anything else that she thought could inflict damage. She even made sure that the outlets were all covered so that Robin didn't end up electrocuting himself. When she approached Robin's bedroom, she paused. The boy may have been a mindless toddler, but for some reason she still felt hesitant about invading his personal space. Like her, Robin wasn't quick to invite people in, and on the rare occasion that he did, he'd have been prepared hours in advance. Raven sighed and reminded herself that it was for Robin's own safety before entering the room. She surveyed the floor, the bed, and every other surface for weapons and gathered up everything she found. She would hide them away from him in a safe place until he was better. Then she slowly and delicately took his utility belts out of the closets and confiscated those as well. Once she was absolutely sure she hadn't missed anything, Raven returned to the medical ward.

 

When she arrived, she found Beast Boy and Cyborg waiting with two large boxes and a few pharmacy bags. "Did we get the right diapers?" Cyborg asked.

 

Raven walked over to Robin, who was being kept entertained by Starfire's funny faces, and checked his diaper again before studying the side of the box.

 

"Yep." She confirmed. "These will be fine." She raised an eyebrow at them. "Can I change him or do you want time to leave first?"

 

"Um, maybe we shouldn't all be here for that." Beast Boy said awkwardly as a blush formed on his cheeks. "I mean, I don't think any of us would want to be stripped naked and changed in front of the entire team."

 

Raven nodded in agreement. "I can understand that. Starfire, leave with the boys so that I can help Robin in private."

 

Starfire giggled with Robin and squeezed him tightly. "Do not worry, cute and giggly Robin. I will be back momentarily!" She beamed before leaving. So far, she was the only one enjoying the situation.

 

Once the room was empty, Raven had him lie down and slid the changing mat underneath him. She rummaged through the bags until she found wipes, powder, and rash cream and then tore open the first box of diapers. She pulled one out and unfolded it, setting it aside. Using her powers, she removed Robin's wet diaper and dropped it in the trash. Robin was completely calm about it, since Slade had taught him that diaper changes were just a part of being a baby. It was necessary and not worth being embarrassed or modest about. Raven, on the other hand, was blushing pink and tried to look anywhere but at her teammate's groin while she cleaned him with the baby wipes. She could not think of a time where she was more grateful to have telekinesis than she was at that moment. Amazingly, Robin didn't have a rash, so Raven hurried to coat him in baby powder and tape the clean diaper at his hips. Once she finished, she let out a sigh of relief and walked over to Robin, making sure the garment was taped around him tightly enough. Robin huffed impatiently, scowling at her with his pouty blue eyes that Raven couldn't stop staring at. Now that the initial shock and excitement of having Robin back alive was over, she was able to marvel at her leader's unmasked face. Instead of the haunted, cold eyes that she had been expecting, Raven saw hope, vulnerability, and traces of childish innocence that she had never seen in a person over the age of twelve before.

 

"So what do you usually do about now?" Raven asked, checking the clock. It was nearing five.

 

"Nummy." Robin replied as if it was obvious. Raven raised her eyebrow at the slight attitude but she let it slide, since Robin was brainwashed and whatever. She was going to use a spell to lessen Robin's weight, but after an experimental lift, she was surprised to find that it was rather unnecessary as long as she didn't have to carry him for long amounts of time. However, Starfire and Cyborg would have no trouble at all with lifting Robin up. Good, then she could let them handle that. Using her powers, she levitated the supplies that Cyborg and Beast Boy had gotten. She turned to find Robin watching in amazement. "Uppy!" He demanded, stretching his arms out and making grabby hands in the air. When Raven tried to pick him up he whined and pushed her away. "Uppy!" He repeated, pointing to the supplies.

 

Raven sighed and crossed her arms. "What the heck?" She shrugged and began to levitate the boy as well, making him squeal and shriek in excitement. He slowly turned over in the air until he was floating upside down and giggled contently. Raven left the room and made the objects and Robin follow her. When the other Titans caught sight of Robin, they grinned at her. "Don't ask." She grumbled.

 

Starfire giggled gleefully and started to fly, immediately going over to Robin. "Look, happy Robin! We can both fly now!"

 

"Uppy!" Robin squeaked shrilly and laughed harder. While Starfire saw nothing wrong with her friend and joined him in his excitement, the other stared in disbelief as their leader floated around in just a diaper and a t-shirt while trying to touch his toes. Once they were in the living room, Raven set Robin down on the couch. He let out a whine of protest. "Uppy! Upyy!" He insisted in an young, immature voice.

 

Starfire laughed and scooped him up herself, flying around the room. "You can fly with me, Robin!" Robin's pouting disappeared and once more he was laughing gleefully.

 

While he and Starfire entertained each other, Raven dropped the supplies into Cyborg's and Beast Boy's arms. "Here. You can take these up to his room." She said. "I'm going to try and figure out what he eats." Once they boys had gone into the elevator, Raven did her best to drown out Robin's and Starfire's giggling. She opened the fridge and inspected its contents before pulling out carrots, grapes, a pear, milk, and a block of cheese. She put it all on the island and turned to search through the pantry next, which had worse results. She settled on crackers and added that to the pile of food. Then she went through the process of things she figured Robin could eat on his own and things that would need to be modified or fed to him. Baby carrots, grapes and crackers were already fine, but she'd need to chop the cheese up into smaller pieces that would be easier to eat. The pear would have to be mashed and fed to him, going by what she had seen on television and what she had observed while in the city. She was slicing the cheese into small cubes when the boys returned and set the sippy cups and bottles on the counter.

 

Beast Boy observed what she was doing and started to laugh. "Raven cut the cheese!" He called out and fell over laughing.

 

Raven rolled her eyes in irritation. "Unbelievable. Robin gets turned into a baby and you're still the most immature member of the team."

 

Beast Boy frowned, his feelings hurt. "Hey, come on. That was funny."

 

Raven narrowed her eyes. "Puns are not funny." She hissed before going back to what she was doing.

 

It took about ten minutes to finish the cheese cubes and then mash up the pear. Ten minutes of Starfire flying around the room with Robin in her arms while Cyborg watched and Beast Boy recovered from his horrible pun. She poured the mushed up fruit into a bowl and grabbed a spoon from the drawer and set it on the island in front of Robin's seat along with the plate of bite-size finger foods and a sippy cup of milk. It looked just like it did on TV and Raven hoped Robin would accept it. Otherwise, she would force it into his mouth.

 

Starfire flew over to the kitchen and set Robin in his seat. He immediately leaned back and would have fallen out of the chair if the alien had not been right there to catch him. He clung onto her as he struggled to stay balanced on the stool-like chair.

 

Beast Boy laughed as he watched. "What's wrong with him?"

 

Raven thought back to the nursery and frowned. "A high chair." She grumbled. "He needs a high chair."

 

"We don't have one. Can't he just eat on the floor or something?" Beast Boy shrugged.

 

"Sure, Beast Boy. Let's have him eat off of the floor." Raven said sarcastically. She was starting to get impatient. "Somebody will just have to stand behind him and make sure he doesn't fall."

 

"I gladly accept this duty!" Starfire beamed and stayed right where she was, giggling every time Robin started to fall over and helping him back up. Thankfully, Robin was content to eat the finger foods except for the crackers, which he crushed and sprinkled over himself like fairy dust.

 

"Dude, you're making a mess." Beast Boy scolded him.

 

Robin glared at him and grabbed two of the round crackers, holding them to his eyes and sticking his tongue out at the changeling. "Bllaaaahhhhh!"

 

Cyborg laughed. "He got you, BB."

 

"Yea, yea, whatever. At least I don't wear my bathroom." Beast Boy muttered.

 

Robin put the crackers down and looked up. "Poopy."

 

Raven turned her head and gave Beast Boy the dirtiest look she could manage. "You just had to jinx it, didn't you?"

 

Beast Boy's eyes widened and he quickly turned into mouse, quickly hurrying away. Cyborg copied him, disappearing from the room faster than Kid Flash could win a marathon. Raven turned to look at Robin, who was biting his lip and fidgeting in his seat and sighed.

 

 

 

Chapter 17

 

It turns out dirty diapers were much, much worse than ones that were simply wet. While it smelled awful and was completely disgusting, there was also something that just felt pitiful and pathetic about the entire situation. Raven was pretty sure she had never in a millions thought that she'd ever be wiping shit off of her proud leader's bare ass. This time it took a little longer to clean him up and much to Raven's chagrin, she actually had to look at Robin to make sure he was completely clean. When she returned to the living room, the boys were back and they observed her bright red cheeks curiously.

 

"Not a word." She hissed, her eyes ablaze and the boys paled, nodding quickly. Raven set him back down at the island where Starfire was dutifully standing and set the bowl of mashed pears in front of him. "Here."

 

Robin stared at it blankly before trying to eat it with his fingers.

 

"No Robin. Use a spoon." Raven instructed.

 

Robin looked at her and opened his mouth wide, waiting for her to spoon feed him the way Slade always did.

 

Raven's frown deepened, "You've got to be kidding me." Sighing, she took the spoon and scooped up some of the pear. She fought the temptation to just shove it in his mouth and forced herself to stay patient and calm, even when there was mushed pear running down his chin. She let out a sigh of relief once Robin had finished and left him to drink from his sippy cup while she cleaned everything up. Starfire carried Robin over to the couch so that he could watch TV.

 

Robin was absolutely enthralled. Seeing as he'd gone three months and undertook brain conditioning without even a hint of television or media, the big screen and moving pictures had the boy hypnotized.

 

"Look at him! It's like he's never seen a TV before." Beast Boy said in disbelief.

 

"Well at least we know how to occupy him." Cyborg shrugged.

 

"Oh I bet our happy Robin would most certainly enjoy the documentary about the parasitic Earth creature known as the flea!" Starfire beamed.

 

"Don't ever say that word!" Beast Boy growled, shuddering at the thought. "We should watch a good horror movie!"

 

"Man, are you stupid? We can't show a toddler a slasher flick!" Cyborg frowned.

 

While Beast Boy and Cyborg started to argue with Starfire occasionally giving her opinions about the matter, Robin decided to choose for himself. He grabbed the remote and pressed some buttons experimentally, gasping in amazement as the picture on screen changed. He stopped on one image that reminded him of his nursery and dropped the remote, crawling closer. He sat himself down in front of the TV and stared as some furry red thing with big eyes laughed happily. Robin grinned and started to laugh too.

 

"Aw who changed the channel to this?" Beast Boy grimaced.

 

"What kind of Earth species are those?" Starfire asked.

 

"They're puppets, Star. It's called Sesame Street. It's a TV show specially made for little kids." Cyborg explained.

 

"Well I'm not watching this!" Beast Boy said and grabbed the remote. He changed the channel, but the second he did, Robin burst into tears. "Come on, Robin. That show is so lame." The changeling insisted, but Robin wasn't going to hear it. He turned to face Beast Boy and screamed until his face was extremely red.

 

"God, BB just turn it back!" Cyborg yelled over Robin's shrill shrieking. His hands were pressed to his ears. "Before we all go deaf!"

 

"Fine! Fine!" Beast Boy huffed and changed it back. He rolled his eyes in irritation at the way Robin immediately went silent the second he got his way. "Brat."

 

Robin turned and stuck his tongue out at him. Suddenly, Elmo disappeared from the screen, only to be replaced by a familiar orange and black mask. Robin let out gasp. "Slade!" He cried out and made grabby hands towards the screen.

 

"Hello, Robin. Are you having fun with your friends?" Slade asked casually.

 

Robin thought about it for a moment and nodded slowly. "Slade." He repeated.

 

"Yes, I know you miss your nursery, but the Titans wish to take care of you now. Who am I to deny them such a great responsibility?" The criminal asked and the Titans could just hear the smug maliciousness in his voice.

 

"What did you do to him?" Beast Boy frowned. "He's completely messed up!"

 

"You don't like it? Hm, I thought it was an improvement." Slade shrugged. Then like a father unable to resist checking up on his child, he asked "has he eaten?"

 

Raven nodded. "I take it he no longer uses silverware?"

 

Slade nodded. "And you might want to consider investing in chairs with a bit more room and stability to them."

 

"Slade." Robin repeated, his hands touching the screen now. "Slade, Slade, Slade, Slade, Slade."

 

Slade sighed. "You wouldn't happen to have a pacifier would you?"

 

Raven turned to Beast Boy. "Go get it." And the changeling quickly left to fetch the item.

 

"Why did you do this to him, Slade?" Cyborg frowned. "Is there a reason or are you really just that sick?"

 

Slade tuned out Robin's voice and stared at Cyborg. "Are you being sincere? You still haven't figured out why I forced Robin into mental regression?"

 

"Don't mess with me, man! Just tell us how to fix it!" Cyborg replied.

 

"Foolish Titan, there is no need to fix what isn't broken." Slade told him. He watched as Beast Boy returned and handed it over to Raven, who stuck the rubber into Robin's mouth. The boy let out a whine but immediately stopped talking. "Much better." Slade sighed. "Now I'm guessing that you have never cared for a child before, let alone a fully grown child. I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill him. It would be for the best until the time that he returns to me." He added before ending the transmission. A single document appeared on their screen and Raven immediately opened it up.

 

"What does it say?" Beast Boy asked as he pulled Robin away from the screen. He was still touching it to try and make Slade come back.

 

Raven shrugged. "He sent us babysitting instructions." She said dryly. "We have to give him a bath."

 

"Slade actually did that?" Beast Boy cried out. "Ew!"

 

"Isn't that against the law?" Cyborg frowned.

 

"It's pervy!" Beast Boy grimaced. "I'm not giving him a bath."

 

"I'm with BB. That's just wrong." Cyborg crossed his arms. The two boys let out a cry when Raven gave them her scariest look with her teeth bared and her eyes blazing.

 

"Oh yes you will!" She growled. "If I have to clean him up after he messes himself, the least you can do is give him a fucking bath!"

 

"Fine! Fine! Okay!" Cyborg said, holding his hands up in fear. He picked Robin up with one arm wrapped around Robin's middle so that he was hanging from the robot's arms. Beast Boy tried to sneak away, but Cyborg grabbed onto him tightly and dragged him out of the room. "If I have to do this, then so do you!" He declared.

 

"Please! Don't' make me!" Beast Boy cried and his begging grew softer and more distant as he and Cyborg took the elevator up to the top floor.

 

"Shut it before Robin starts copying you." Cyborg ordered. He carried/dragged the two into Robin's room and straight to his bathroom. "You start running a bath while I get Robin some clothes to wear." He stated and headed back into the bedroom, going straight to Robin's closet. He opened it up and frowned. Robin didn't seem to own any pajamas. He checked his drawers. Nope, nothing there either. Cyborg shrugged and grabbed a uniform and a diaper, carrying the stuff into the bathroom and setting it on the counter. While the water slowly filled the tub, Cyborg and Beast Boy stared at Robin, who stared right back in silence. He gave his pacifier another suck and looked down at his toes.

 

"So…how's Slade?" Beast Boy asked, earning an eye roll from Cyborg. When Robin didn't reply, Beast Boy frowned.

 

"Maybe that's too complicated of a question." Cyborg shrugged. "Raven did say he had the mentality of a baby."

 

"Hmmm…" Beast Boy thought. "Robin? How old are you?" He asked. Robin didn't reply.

 

"That's probably confusing for him. What about this? Robin? What is your name?" Cyborg asked. Still nothing.

 

"I think he's broken." Beast Boy frowned.

 

"Whatever, just start taking his clothes off." Cyborg said as he located soap and shampoo.

 

"Ew! No! Dude, you do it!" Beast Boy cried.

 

"Stop being so squeamish! Just grow a pair and do it!" Cyborg snapped at him.

 

Beast Boy whined and turned to Robin who was staring at the changeling. He slowly took a hold of Robin's shirt and pulled it off, then reached for the tapes of his diaper with shaking hands. Robin watched as Beast Boy untaped his diaper and pulled it off, then transformed into a gorilla so that he could easily set Robin down in the tub. Once he morphed back, and let out a another "eewwwww!" and shook his head wildly. "You have to take him out!" He said.

 

Cyborg rolled his eyes. "Calm down." He said and lathered up a wash cloth with soap. "Here, you wash his hair." He handed Beast Boy the bottle of shampoo.

 

Beast Boy squeezed it out into his hand. "Okay, Robin. Wet your hair." He instructed, frowning when Robin just looked at him. "Dude, are you deaf? I said get your hair wet." When he still didn't obey, Beast Boy got impatient and pushed Robin's head back until it was submerged in water. Robin coughed and spat out his pacifier, lifting his head up as he tried to get the water out of his lungs.

 

"Dude! We're supposed to be bathing him! Not trying to drown him!" Cyborg shouted.

 

"Well he wouldn't wet his hair!" Beast Boy sighed in frustration. The shampoo in his hands was now completely washed away. He thought it couldn't get worse until Robin started to cry.

 

"You see what you did?" Cyborg grumbled. He put down the wash cloth and awkwardly reached out to Robin in an attempt to comfort him. "Just calm down, dude. You're okay."

 

"How do you turn it off?" Beast Boy groaned.

 

"I think it's up to Robin." Cyborg sighed.

 

Beast Boy moaned. "Wait! Maybe I can make him stop crying!" He stated. "Hey Robin!" He made sure the boy was looking at him. "Watch this!" He morphed into a puppy and looked at the boy cutely. Sure enough, his plan worked and Robin's cries began to die down. He turned into a kitten and mewled adorably. Robin stopped crying and smiled. Before Beast Boy could change back, Robin grabbed him and pulled him into the water. Beast Boy let out screeching yowl and desperately tried to get out of the water, but Robin was holding onto him tightly, giggling with pleasure.

 

Cyborg was dying. "Serves you right, Beast Boy!" He howled, but he felt bad for his friend so he leaned over and took the green cat out of Robin's hands. Once he was on the floor, Beast Boy quickly morphed back. He was panting and soaking wet.

 

"Dude! Not cool!" Beast Boy glared at Robin, who laughed in reply.

 

"Just be glad he's not crying anymore." Cyborg snickered and tossed him the shampoo. "Wash his hair before it gets too dry."

 

Beast boy grumbled as he lathered Robin's hair up with shampoo. "How am I going to rinse it?" He asked his friend.

 

"Use your imagination." Cyborg ordered.

 

Beast Boy glared at him and morphed into a baby elephant. He sucked the bathwater into his trunk and sprayed it over Robin's head in order to rinse out the soap. Robin squealed excitedly at his own personal rain storm and shook his head, making water spray everywhere. Once his hair had been thoroughly rinsed, Beast Boy morphed back once more. "There. Have fun feeling up Robin's body." He teased smugly.

 

"Shut up, man." Cyborg grimaced and grabbed the wash cloth. He covered his entire hand with it and pressed it again Robin's back in order to clean him. Robin giggled as the sensation tickled and tried to squirm away, but Cyborg kept a firm hold on his arm. "Dude, there's something wrong with Robin's body." He stated.

 

Beast Boy looked up from drying himself off with a towel. "What do you mean?"

 

"Look at him! Do you see any hair? And I feel like I'm going to break his arm, it's so skinny." Cyborg frowned. "Just look at his ribs."

 

Beast Boy glanced over and frowned. "You think Slade did something?"

 

Cyborg shrugged. "I don't know, but it's very possible. He could have given Robin some sort of drug that made his body deplete into that of a child."

 

Beast Boy shuddered. "That's so messed up."

 

Cyborg nodded and scrubbed his arms clean, making Robin squeak with laughter when he had to do his armpits. As he moved down Robin's body, he started to shift uncomfortably and skipped over his groin to wash his legs and feet instead. Robin occupied himself with the various floating shampoo bottles while he was washed. It wasn't Slade's custom-made bath toys, but it was something.

 

"Come oooonnn, Cyboooorg." Beast Boy gleefully teased. "You gotta do it!"

 

"Shut up, dude! It's already hard enough without you distracting me!" The bigger teen snapped.

 

Hearing that, Beast Boy crumpled to the floor in laughter, making Cyborg blush. He slowly put the soapy cloth against Robin's stomach, inching downwards until he reached his hip bones. Robin looked down and like Slade had taught him to do during bath time, he got on his hands and knees. Cyborg turned bright red at how uncomfortable the whole situation was and forced himself to keep his eyes open as he wiped down Robin's ass, balls, inner thighs, and penis which he was NOT going to describe in any way, shape or form.

 

"Okay there!" Cyborg said quickly and Robin sat back down, making both boys let out a sigh of relief.

 

"Wait, don't we have to dry him off?" Beast Boy asked and Cyborg groaned. He pulled the plug and waited for the tub to empty before wrapping Robin in a towel and lifting him out of the tub. He kept the boy's groin covered with the towel and grabbed another one to dry his hair and body.

 

"Okay, Beast Boy, get the diaper ready." Cyborg ordered. Once it was laid out on the floor, he rested Robin on top of it and counted to three before removing the towel. Trying to ignore the fact that Robin was completely shaved and unintentionally half-hard, he rushed to coat the boy in baby powder and tape up the diaper.

 

"If Robin could see himself right now, I think he'd jump off of a cliff from the embarrassment." Beast Boy said.

 

"No kidding." Cyborg agreed and started to tug on Robin's uniform tights. He had no problem getting them on, but when he reached the diaper, Cyborg found that no amount of strength could get the tight pants up and over it. Beast Boy even added his own strength, but they gave up when the pants threatened to tear. "You know what? Robin doesn't need pants." Cyborg said as he tossed the green garment aside. He picked up his uniform shirt and pulled it down over Robin's head, then helped him get his arms in the sleeves. "There." He smiled victoriously. "Perfect!" He left Beast Boy to clean up the bathroom while he carried Robin back downstairs and set him on the couch. "Done."

 

Starfire gasped when she saw Robin and rushed over, squeezing him tightly. "Oh Robin! You are most adorable in your uniform shirt and garment worn by young offspring!" She chattered excitedly and cuddled him while Robin just giggled and put his fingers in his mouth.

 

"Don't excite him, Star. He has to go to bed." Raven said as she read the instructions Slade had sent.

 

Robin looked up at the sound of that. "Sleepies." He stated, then shook his head. "No sleepies."

 

"Cyborg and Beast Boy can-." Raven started.

 

"Nuh-uh! No way! We have gone through enough for today. BB and I are going to sit down and play video games until our brains are fried. You can take care of baby bird over here." Cyborg said as he sat down on the couch away from Robin.

 

Raven sighed and turned to Starfire. "Looks like it's our turn."

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