"I have been hasty with you."

The voice came from behind him. Robin tried to turn, but his own arm blocked the way, held as it was by a chain connected to the ceiling. Even without looking, Robin knew who it was.

"Hasty?" Robin snorted. "Is that what you call this? I'd hate to see you being a psychotic asshole."

"Oh, but I haven't been, little bird. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to own you. I'm used to taking what I want. It never occurred to me that some prizes are worth waiting for." His hand slid lightly down Robin's chest. "And for that, I am sorry."

Robin wasn't sure what surprised him more- the fact that Slade was apologizing, or that Slade's hands were now brushing softly across his stomach. "W-what are you doing?" Robin's voice was high and not a little breathless. "Isn't it obvious?" Slade's voice was a low, velvety growl as his hands slid lower. "I'm making it up to you."

Slade smirked into the darkness as he caressed Robin. In all his years of chasing the boy, he never would have imagined this. His mind drifted back to the day before. . . .

He'd finally gotten a camera installed in Robin's room. Despite the front of omnipotence he put up, it had been quite a challenge to get a camera safely into the room of the paranoid Boy Wonder. He himself had distracted the Titans, threatening their beloved city once again, while a specially designed robot slipped quietly into the Tower. He had let himself be beaten fairly quickly after the bot signaled him, eager to see if his scheme had worked.

Oh, how it had worked.

When he first turned the camera on, he was shocked by the sight that greeted him. His little bird was lying on the bed, splay-legged and panting as he drove two fingers into himself. He chuckled at his own surprise. Robin was a teenager, after all. Even heroes had hormones. He started to turn away when something stopped him cold.

"Slade!"

At first he thought the boy had somehow realized who was watching him.

"Slade, yes, please!" Then he realized. The boy was fantasizing about him. The notion stirred something within him, something devious and . . . lustful. He sat down to watch, conscious of a plan forming even as he hardened.