Robin was walking on thin ice for two days after what could be considered an attempt at escape. Slade hadn't said much that night, but the doors were now being locked and Slade had added extra security measures to his firewall. It was clear that despite Red's coddling, Robin was indeed still their prisoner. Now all that was left was the punishment. Due to the cuts on his limbs, he spent a lot of time healing, which meant he wasn't doing Slade's bidding. Robin didn't need to peek under the man's mask to know that he was probably infuriated with him. However, another part of him was proud of what he had done. That would teach Slade to use mind games on him. It was now clear to everyone that Robin still had the desire and ability to escape and that he was not falling prey to their tricks. It felt to him as though a piece of his dignity had been restored. He was still a fighter.

The day after Robin took his bandages off, he was awoken by the sensation of being lifted up out of bed. "Hey…" He murmured sleepily.

"It's just me." Red whispered back. As Robin yawned and closed his eyes again, he was carried out into the kitchen and placed in a chair. "I made breakfast."

"What time is it?" Robin asked, rubbing his eyes. His bed hair stuck out in awkward angles and he blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

"It's eight." Red replied, spooning eggs and bacon onto his plate. "Wake up, Slade's coming."

Robin sat up a little straighter, fighting back fatigue at the knowledge of the oncoming threat.

"Good morning, Robin." Slade said, his arms behind his back. "I hope you slept well."

"What…what are you hiding?" Robin asked, eyeing his hands suspiciously.

"Nothing." He replied, holding his hands up to prove himself. "There's no need to be paranoid. I just came in to see if you're ready to start your new training."

Having started in on his breakfast, Robin paused and looked up curiously. "New training? What kind of new training?"

"You'll see." Slade answered vaguely. "Now listen to me, Robin. You have until the end of breakfast to use your diaper, am I clear?"

Robin frowned in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Am I clear?" Slade repeated.

"Yeah, but why are you sayi-

"Good." Slade cut him off. "Once you're finished, please go to your room to get dressed for the day." Then he turned and walked out again.

"What the hell was that all about?" Robin wondered.

Red just shrugged and ate his own breakfast.

After breakfast, Robin returned to the bedroom to get dressed for the day, only to find Slade waiting for him by his bed. Surprised, he jumped a little. "What do you want?"

"We're starting training today, Robin." Slade told him. "Come with me."

Slade led him to the bathroom and the first thing Robin noticed was the small plastic potty seat positioned directly beside the regular toilet. Confused, he looked to Slade for an explanation. "What's that for?"

Slade picked him up and placed him on the bathroom counter, gently easing him onto his back as to not hit his head. Robin squirmed unsurely, wanting to know what was happening but Slade didn't say anything else as he removed Robin's sodden night diaper and cleaned him up with wipes. Robin waited to be put in a day diaper, but when nothing happened, he propped himself up on his shoulders to see what was happening. Slade leaned down and scooped him back up before setting him on his feet. "You're not wearing a diaper today, Robin." He said, opening up the closet and pulling something from it.

When Robin saw what they were, he frowned. "I don't understand."

Slade slipped Robin's feet into the cotton briefs and tugged them up around his hips. To Robin's embarrassment, they were heavily padded in the crotch and bottom areas, with bunched elastic clinging to his legs. "What are these?" He asked, fighting back a blush.

"They're training pants."

Red was cleaning up breakfast when he heard the door slam shut. He sighed and wiped his hands dry before going down the hall to their bedroom. "Open up, Robin. I have a key!"

The door opened to reveal a very angry teenager wearing a t-shirt and a bulky pair of undies. Red bit back a smile. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know about this?" Robin hissed.

"I might." Red shrugged, walking into the room before Robin could slam the door on him again.

"Why?"

"Hey, Slade wanted you to be punished and it was either this, or a whipping." Red replied. "You're welcome."

"You mean to say this was your idea?" Robin asked, his eye twitching.

"Guilty." Red smiled sheepishly. "You have to admit it's pretty cute."

"Cute? What's so fucking cute about this?" Robin snapped. "You give me an expectation that you know for a fact I can't exceed just for your own sick pleasure?"

Red's smile disappeared. "Hey, I never said that. Who knows? Maybe this will actually help you with your control."

Robin huffed. "I doubt it."

"Look, it's only for the week-

"What? A week?" Robin cried. "I can't do this for a week!"

"Yes you can. I'll help you." Red offered. "Come on, it's been years since you actually tried to make it to the toilet. Wouldn't it be nice to see if it's at all possible?"

"You and I both know how this is going to end." Robin told him firmly. "I'm not humiliating myself like this just so you can cure your boredom."

"It's not like that. Sure, it is an enforced punishment, but this could also be a good thing. You never know." Red shrugged.

Robin looked away in disgust. "This is stupid."

Red ignored that and smiled, kissing his cheek before Robin could push him away. "It'll be fun. I made you a potty chart and everything."

"What?" Robin asked, his face reddening once more.

Red's potty chart turned out to be on a big poster with a column for each day of the week and rows for special accomplishments that led to rewards. The thief had decorated it with stickers of diapers and pins and a big label that said "Robin's Potty Progress". Robin could have punched him right then and there. "This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen." The boy commented.

"Hey, I worked hard on that. It's not too bad." Red pouted.

"I could actually kill you right now."

"Shush, you just don't understand how it works yet." He smiled. "There are five categories that you can earn rewards for: telling someone you need to go, pulling your pants down by yourself, sitting on the potty, using the potty, and keeping the training pants dry all day."

"I am literally going to stab you in the throat."

Red ignored him. "Each time you complete one of these, you get a star. If you get a star every day of the week, you earn a prize."

"Is the prize burying you alive?" Robin asked.

"So you have two potties." Red explained. "One in the bathroom, and one by the couch." He pointed and Robin took one look at the plastic duck with handles sticking out of its head before shaking his head.

"No way."

"Hey, it's fun! You can use the potty, and you can pretend you're riding a duck!" Red beamed, trying to get Robin open to the idea.

"Where's Slade? Tell him I'll take the whipping." Robin said, looking past him into the hallway.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop that. It'll be worth it, I promise." Red smiled, rubbing his back. "And I'm right here with you to help."

"That really makes me feel better." Robin huffed.

"If I can scrape shit off of your ass at two in the morning, I can do this." He replied. "And you can do this."

Red at least let him wear pants over the bulky underwear. Red reminded him to tell him if he thought he might need to go, then to Robin's surprise, dropped the subject and continued with their daily routine. From nine thirty to ten they did some light exercise in Slade's gym before returning to the living room to cool down and watch TV.

At a quarter to noon, Slade entered the room, making Robin shift uneasily. Clearly he wanted something, and whatever it was, it was most likely going to be embarrassing.

"Come here, Robin. Red, go start lunch."

Red did as he was told, watching Robin shuffle unhappily towards the mercenary. Without warning, Slade tugged his pants down and inspected the undies. Robin blushed and shifted from foot to foot.

"Still dry, very good Robin." Slade nodded. "And now it's potty time."

Robin paused for a moment. "Wait, what?"

Slade didn't respond. He simply picked Robin up and carried him to the bathroom, yanking his undies down and sitting him on the tiny blue potty chair beside the big toilet. The teen reddened and while the front of the potty did rise up to hide his front, the act of being placed on such a babyish device brought him humiliation by the boatloads.

"You are to sit on the potty until Red is finished making lunch. You are to empty both your bladder and your bowels and if you fail to, there will be a punishment. Am I clear?" Slade asked.

Too embarrassed to speak, Robin simply nodded. Slade left the room and he immediately began to stand up when lo and behold, his bladder released. Letting out a surprised gasp, Robin dropped himself back on the potty and watched in amazement as he filled the insert. He knew he must have been a ridiculous sight: a sixteen year old vigilante marveling over using a training potty. If only Jump's criminals could see him now. Of course, he knew that this was all coincidental, he hadn't actually done anything, but still, he couldn't hold back the sense of pride that washed over him as the sound of his stream hitting plastic echoed in the room. Unfortunately, that pride diminished the second someone else was there to witness it.

"Lunch is ready." Red announced, entering the bathroom. "You hungry?"

Robin nodded and stood up with Red's help, seeing as the potty was fairly low to the ground. He quickly tugged his pants back up and started to leave when he heard Red cry out. Suddenly he was being tackled in a giant hug.

"You did it! You went peepee in the potty, oh I'm so proud of you!" He exclaimed, bouncing a little in excitement.

"Oh my God, please stop." Robin replied, shoving him away and heading to the kitchen. His face burned, a mix of bashfulness and straight up embarrassment. He quietly slipped into one of the island chairs and buried his face in his hands.

Red returned moments later and hummed to himself as he pulled a gold star off of a sheet and stuck it to one of the spaces on the chart. Robin rolled his eyes and turned to look the other way. He ate lunch and not long later Slade returned.

"How did he do?"

"He did such a good job!" Red gushed, making Robin wish he could drown himself in his soup.

"Did he empty his bowels?"

"Well, no, but-

"Then he gets a spanking." Slade stated before turning a leaving. Red frowned and glanced over at Robin before rushing after Slade. Catching up to him in the hall, he stepped into the man's path with a stern expression.

"Robin did a great job. He doesn't deserve to be punished for it."

"He didn't follow my orders." Slade replied.

"You can't make him shit on a whim! Nobody can do that." Red hissed so Robin wouldn't eavesdrop. "Look, I really think that with enough encouragement, this whole potty training thing might actually work."

"And what makes you think I would want that?" Slade questioned.

"Well for one thing, assignments will be a hell of a lot easier without worrying about whether he's got enough pampers in his diaper bag. Besides, you've already got plenty of blackmail on him. It's a win-win."

"You're wasting your time, thief." Slade replied. "What Robin has cannot be fixed with encouraging words and a star chart."

"Just give it a chance. I bet that by the end of the week I can have him wearing underwear during the day." Red replied. Okay, so maybe he was getting a little too far ahead of himself, but he couldn't take his words back now, so he simply stared into Slade's eye.

The villain sighed. "Very well. I will leave the potty training completely up to you then. I have only one request."

"What?"

"He has an accident, he's back in diapers for the day. I don't need to have puddles everywhere." Slade declared.

"Fine, fine." Red nodded. "You won't regret this, Slade."

"I'm sure I won't."