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.