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I LOVE you guys for favorite-ing my story and subscribing! It makes my heart explode with happiness each time *goes to pick up shredded heart pieces*. But please review! I need to know what works well and what needs adjustment. Yes, I am writing this story for myself, but I want to make sure you all are enjoying it as well. Also, if you took heed to my last author's note, then you would've read through the story. There are a couple mentions to small details that are important to this chapter that were mentioned in previous chapters.

Also, my laptop had a virus this past week, so I couldn't get to writing this straight away.

Warning: Mmmmmmm… you shall see. Hint: This is rated mature for a reason. ;)

I kept fidgeting in the plastic chair. The Sladebots had waltzed in a few minutes after the letter arrived, forcing us into Seats of Eternal Damnation (aka regular school chairs). The chairs vaguely reminded me of a time not so long ago, but still so distant in my mind, when Bruce had let me try public school for a year. I can still smell it, like tacos and horse shit all rolled up in a body odor casing. However, it presented me with one of the most important experiences I have ever received: kissing a girl.

Her name was Daisy Handler. I couldn't have wished for anyone so beautiful to like me. Me of all people! It was so startling because I wasn't that… social. I was the rich boy that even had the crabby, lesbian principal at my beck and call. Who would want to be friends with that? Oh yeah, everyone would. I didn't realize that being the rich, white guy with a dark past would be such ear candy; but guess what- it was! Every guy wanted to be my 'bro', and every girl was practically ripping their training bras off when I gave them a simple smile. I was being nice, but no one seemed to care that I was a human being and I needed space. I was more of a trinket to them than anything.

So I distanced myself and wound up being even cooler. I was the mysterious hottie in the corner with a cig in one hand and a beer in the other posing in a leather jacket as if I was in an Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement. Okay, I'm obviously exaggerating. This was only middle school. But the attitude people gave me was clear, including Daisy Handler: they wanted a bad boy… and that bad boy was me.

She sauntered up in a tight, thigh-length skirt and asked me on a date. I have to say that she has guts and I admire that. I also admired the way she threw herself on me when we went on our 'date' (we actually just met on the outskirts of the playground behind a tree at lunch break, but who's keeping track?).

"Don't you want to kiss? I thought boys wanted-"

"Yeah, yeah we can kiss. I was just, uh, nervous that the teachers would see or something."

"Oh don't be silly Richard! You always made me laugh… Mmmmm…"

For all the money and power and respect in the world, I just couldn't bring myself to like that kiss. Poor Daisy had no clue, and I kept it that way. We made out, end of story. Of course, the stupid girl went around being a normal teenage slut, saying we did a little more than what we had actually done. I didn't care because I was out of there within the month. Everyone thought I left because public school just wasn't to my standards and bullshit like that. In truth, I was running from something, or rather, someone.

His name was Adam Marcus. I couldn't have wished for anyone so beautiful to like me. Me out of everyone. We had one class together, and it just happened to be health. If you were a kid once, then you know those final years in middle school are always the most perverted, which makes sense if you think about it. Kids start to look at porn on the internet, start to get sexual urges, and school doesn't help either when it talks about penis and vagina for a whole month when you're learning about the sexual reproductive systems.

Adam and I clicked immediately when were assigned seats neighboring each other. We giggled over the genital pictures in the book; albeit, they were only sketches. It was nice to just feel normal and careless with somebody who understood me. Then things got more… serious. You might wonder how that is possible with a couple of 13-year-olds. What I will tell you is that it is always possible to fall in love. Or in any case, we had major crushes on each other. I can still remember the way his Red hair lit up in the sunlight, like a fiery halo around his head…

It was a confusing and life-changing experience. It showed me who I was deep down, though I didn't accept it until this past year. I've wasted so much time in hiding who I was from the world… I'm getting tired of it.

The Sladebots returned with some startling wardrobe picks for Red and me. It was a pair of matching, tight, black pants made of spandex that went down to our ankles. The robots left us alone to change in the make shift classroom. I had been daydreaming the whole time. When I would glance over every now and then, Red was drooling in what he called 'snoozle time'.

This is my chance, I thought anxiously. If Red was going to cheat like he had the last time for a question, then fuck, so was I. Of course, I was more for bribing him than spontaneously kissing him during the fight (and I kind of didn't want Slade watching that and making me all embarrassed again). Plus, I knew Red had wanted a certain something since our little shower encounter. Wait no longer Red, for the tiger wants to come out and play.

It started with my 'accidently' dropping my pants. I bent down quick to get them from the floor. While I was doubled over, I took a swift look under both our desks, which both touched opposite walls at once. Mine was left of the door and Red's was situated behind mine, so our chairs would touch when we pushed out of them. It was a small room, not many places to hide a camera. I raised my eyebrow to myself when I thought why Slade would put a camera down by our feet anyways. If I was a lady, he would be able to see right up my skir- My thoughts quickly turned to Red who had taken the bait.

He bumped my ass slightly with his hand, seemingly on accident when he was taking of his shirt. I curled back up straight, casually. I didn't know if cameras were on the ceiling, so I didn't want to give myself away. I stretched my arms above my head, my whole body taut with the pull. Even though bandages still covered my ribs, my nipples and stomach still drew the attention of Red's gaze. He had just gotten his right foot into the left pant leg and was balancing precariously on the other. I kept my eyes on the creases of the ceiling, searching for the tiniest speck of dirt to indicate a lens. The ceiling was immaculate… And so was Red's timing.

His fingertips traced down my stomach, the middle one dipping into my belly button. I shivered as my arms came back to my sides. Unconsciously, I winced from the movement in my ribs.My masked eyes locked with his, and for once I needed to know what I was missing. I needed to see what this mysterious boy looked like. I call him a boy, because honestly, people, look at how he acts. Either he is complaining, ignoring, interrupting, or joking about shit… and yet. And yet, I wanted to know who he was because this diminutive, but strong voice inside my chest told me I wanted it.

Red interrupted (who would've thunk it?) my thoughts with two words I had secretly been waiting to here for the past few days, "Bend over."

It was so obviously a command and yet so tenderly implored, that I could only think to swallow over the lump in my throat. Red licked his ruby lips in anticipation with a swipe, and then noticed my dumb expression. His cocky grin lit up his face once more like lights brightening the Christmas tree.

"Kid, I don't want to ask you again," Red whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

There was something… off about his voice. It was almost hard, but it sounded so soft in my ears. I had never heard him be so assertive. And I was enjoying it, no less! I gave a quick nod and that same smirk returned. But that smile was stiff too. I couldn't put my finger on what had changed his mood from horny friendliness a few days ago to dominating, arrogant asshole. But if this is what it takes to get my question answered by Slade, then screw Red being the dominative one; I was going to be the best submissive he's ever laid his pretty, little thieving hands on.

"If you remember my first night here-grunt-, then you remember kicking me in the throat-moan-. That wasn't fuck-oohhh-ing cool at all, by the way. But anyways-grunt-, if you remember all that, then you remember my exact words." Red stopped grinding our crotches together to look into my face. I still didn't know what those eyes said, but it must've been something like you know exactly what I said, little miss 'perfect memory'. I resented the 'miss' part, but I couldn't deny that I knew what he was talking about.

Red saw a scowl start to twitch across my lips. "Oh Robin, don't try and hide your enthusiasm," Red said sarcastically. Then Red cruelly bit my shoulder, his canines pinching a nerve. His voice came out in an uncharacteristic growl, "Don't ignore me, Robin." His tone sounded mocking when he said my name. "Tell me what I said. Now."

We were both lying on the floor, Red on top of me. I wish I could turn my face away to scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Why was he acting like this? I won't lie; it was arousing to here Red take charge. But his voice sounded almost angry to the point of turning me off. Red noticed the sudden stiffness in my body, and my weakening erection. For a second, he looked disgusted with me, like I wasn't enough for him. Like he was the douchebag frat boy, and I was his tease girlfriend. Then the way his lip had just momentarily curled in aversion smoothed out into a smile. A voice and smile so sweet that it made my teeth ache… and, uh, other areas.

"Oh, Robby-poo… don't be like that. I was just having a little fun. Since you can't seem to remember what I said, I'll repeat it for you: My neck will find its revenge. That is what I said. Now, can you think of any ways that scenario could possibly play out, my little Wonder Boy?"

The voice he was using might've been worse than the one before. And the way he sounded so child-like, made me want to vomit. But it was working, and I could feel my hands wind around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. I began kissing the pale skin of his neck, not biting, not licking, but just kissing. It was a little beyond weird, because the last time we got close, I was the one thinking that these small acts of gentleness might result in feelings that needed to stay unwanted. But the way Red had acted a moment ago prompted me to tame this angry beast he was feeling for some reason. To my surprise, he pulled away making a tut-ing noise.

"No, no, kid. I had a more, how should I say, enjoyable way of getting vengeance."

Suddenly, I was swooped from the ground in his arms. He set me on my feet. I tried to gain balance as a rush of blood flowed through my ears and failed. I stumbled forward into Red's arms again. He grinned down at me, and I pushed him away, rolling my eyes. But I was actually embarrassed. I'm known for my swift, acrobatic moves in combat, and this task of simply standing up had stumped me. God, what was Red doing to me?

As I pushed away, though, Red still held my wrists. As he talked, he idly moved my hands around in the air as if I were a baby he was playing patty cake with or something. I was absolutely mortified. "As I was saying, it's time we got a little more intimate." My eyes widened. What the fuck was he implying? He pulled me close, my wrists still clasped in his hands, smashed between our chests. A devious smirk made its reappearance, "And by 'we', I mean you and my cock."

I wasn't by any means 'innocent', but I honestly didn't see that one coming. I blanched. This was his revenge. What could he have possibly thought: I will get revenge for my throat… by fucking Robin's?

He continued, "Isn't the prospect exciting?"

My eyes narrowed, "No, Red, I wouldn't exactly say I'm excited to have your dick suffocate me."

He laughed shortly. "It's all good, kid. Many a lover has prized me for my talented oral, and I thought one day, I may repay you. But this is purely an apology. An apology my poor, mutilated throat deserves." He placed a hand on his chest while he spoke, only the fingertips touching his skin. It reminded me of Shakespearean plays where Romeo made the same gesture to Juliet when he pronounced his love. I frowned at the dissimilarity of both situations.

While his hand was unclasped from one of mine, I quickly pulled away. He smiled again, "Tsk, tsk, Robin. Playing games like this when we only have a few more minutes."

He tapped his wrist like there was an imaginary watch there. He was referring to the Sladebots and how they would collect us in a few minutes. I only had a few minutes to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was to get that question. I internally stomped my foot, because this was the last thing I wanted to be doing. Red was smiling but I could tell he was wary, watching to see if I'd try and run off and leave him hard like he was. It almost felt like a test: to see if I'd actually be humble enough to get on my knees, and to see if he'd actually be vulnerable enough to put his dick in my mouth where I could easily bite it off.

I slowly breathed in and out, which might've looked like I was controlling my anger to Red. He started to raise his hand towards me, and that looked like he was about to say it was all a joke and I didn't have to do anything. So, it was probably a surprise to him when I calmly walked forward and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing him. It was a hard kiss with no fire. That was my submission, sealed with a kiss. As I leisurely lowered myself to my knees, kissing patches of skin every now and then, I knew that Red was smirking arrogantly, like he had won. Oh, Red, you aren't the only one about to win.

I dropped the rest of the way to my knees, the hard concrete cooling my nervous flesh. My back muscles twitched under Red's fingertips, which were lightly pressed into the skin over my shoulder blades, like he had never let go of the embrace I had just given him.

I tenderly held Red's cock in my left hand. I honestly had no clue how I was going to do this in a few minutes. However, it had been a couple days, and as far as I knew, Red hadn't jacked off, so that meant he was already close to his climax. I looked up one last time at Red's expression. He wasn't smiling anymore. If he had been, it probably would've earned him a punch to the face. Instead, his mouth was open, lightly forming an 'o' of pleasure. His eyes were half-lidded, his eyebrows barely scrunched together, as if to say he couldn't believe the sight he was seeing.

It was all very gratifying, and added to calming my jumpy nerves. I leaned forward tentatively and pressed my lips to the tip of his erection. Red inhaled sharply as I began massaging the head with my kisses. I lazily licked my way from the base back up to the head. Once I returned there, I slowly let his cock slide into my mouth. His hips jerked forward at the sudden warmth. I growled as a warning, but that only caused his hips to twitch even more in pleasure.

I began bobbing my head back and forth with vigor. I hummed a little more to see what would happen. Red's legs had been lightly touching the edge of my desk, and when he felt the vibrations run up and down his cock, he tumbled back onto the desk, his head smacking against the wall. But he didn't seem to care one bit as his 'ow' turned into a lengthy moan of satisfaction.

I stood up on shaky legs, and braced myself with sweaty palms on the desk. Red's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip to keep from yelling out. I wanted to smile at how hot he looked, but my boner sprang up out of nowhere, and I knew what the priority was between the two. Seeing Red sprawled on the desk, sweaty and cooing at the heat of my mouth made me aroused beyond belief. I reached between my thighs and fisted my own erection. The strain of all my muscles seemingly working at once made it difficult not to lean over to far. Eventually I fell over and I had a moment of gagging on the length of his dick. Of course, Red didn't seem to mind.

My thoughts kept stalling, like a car that wouldn't start up properly. I was giving Red a blow job. There! I said it. And I might've even been enjoying it… That is, until the Sladebots walked in on us.

I'm not positive I like the first part of this chapter. :/ And I have no idea what Robin's life was like when he was with Bruce. I am a huge fan of the duo, but this is my world, so screw looking up the little facts. :D On that note! How was it? REVIEW and tell me. Personally, I loved writing this chapter, and I can't wait to hear what you say.

PLEASE READ: I'm having a contest sort of thing. You all get to put your input in on what questions will be asked of Slade. The possibilities are limitless, but please be realistic. Think like Robin and Red. What would they want? I will choose the two best questions. *peers into audience* I see you all, so you better review, if only for the chance of having your awesome question put up.

L.S.A. signing off for today!

P.S. Who wants me to write Red's pov? Anybody?