Robin stared, his eyes penetrating into the misty window, a delicate, far away expression on his face. Slade gently stroked his jawline, subtly ordering for the Teen Wonder to come back to Earth.

"Robin." He purred. Robin looked at him, glaring so hard Slade could /feel/ the hatred travel from the boy's eyes to his body.

Or perhaps he was feeling something else.

The bed-ridden hero lie there, below the weight of his nemesis. Slade simply couldn't take it any longer. With pety resistance from fiery Robin, Slade made his way down the youth's pants.

Robin's eyes were clenched, his attempts to kick the man off him unsuccessful.

"Mmmm..." Slade moaned under his breath, ignoring the boy's resistance. He stroked slowly, gently, playfully, and watched Robin's eyes widen. Slade smirked. He gradually sped up before manually pleasuring Robin.

Robin panted with bated breath, weakning. Rhythmically, his eyes fluttered as he shook. His teeth shattered mildly, and his eyes were teary.

/"Yeeesss...."/ Slade knew it wouldn't be too long. He carried on until the final moment, and, before the boy's pleasure could peak, swiftly got up from above him.

"Go back to sleep, Robin." And he left.