Whooo! Narroch here! And I'm doing the ANs all on my own this time! (a big step since RobinRocks usually does all the talking for us…)

Well, here we are with the last installment of this satire saturated fic. And we have been paying attention to the requests for a lemon that people put in their reviews, so yes, WARNING: there is a lemon in here. Not that it wasn't unexpected if you have read thus far already. Haha…

Consider it a late Valentines Day present!

Well damn…I'm not very good at this author note thing. I have run out of things to say already…Probably a good thing too, since you are all here to read the fic (I assume) instead of listening to me ramble. So without further ado, here is the last chapter of Wertham's Law.

Enjoy.

Wertham's Law – VI

Live the Life You Love

As heroes, their self proclaimed job consistently provides a somewhat grandiose ego boost.

They work for eminent Ideology instead of any mortal manager; providing the services of Truth, Justice, and Peace. Heroes are untouchable, sitting on their Righteous golden pedestals, envied and glorified by the people they protect. Even if they weren't in it for the fame, eternal renown and appreciation still are not a bad deal.

And it certainly does help make up for the unavoidable times when their job becomes downright unglamorous.

Like when a villain crawls up from the anus of the Earth itself, spewing its foul smelling mud (with the same consistency and appeal of sludged over septic slops) over all of Gotham, and thoroughly coating them as well in the process.

Not to mention, besides the huge unremitting' blech' factor, the villain is also quite creatively lethal, capable of creating any type of weapon, any form, any size, anything his psychotic clay steeped mind cares to conjure up…

Sometimes the hero-ing business is utterly unpalatable.

"Ugh, Clayface…" Robin muttered, plucking a thick glob of clay from his hair and then flicking it away. "Not my favorite bad guy…"

"Oh, quit whining," Batman snapped, pushing back his clay-covered cowl. "At least he didn't slime you up that badly…"

"No, I was too busy clinging onto the corner of that roof for dear life…"

"Yes, well, it was a little difficult for me to come save you while I was trying to avoid suffocation by mass clay…"

Robin wiped a smatter of clay off his cheek with the palm of his gloved hand, feeling as though he had smeared it in more instead of removing it. He frowned at his clay contaminated hand, the noxious gunk providing an overwhelming sense of deja-vu.

"He reminds me of Plasmus."

"Oh, yes, Plasmus." Batman nodded in agreement.

"You know him?"

"He was in Arkham for a little while, but they moved him to the prison in Jump City because it has better cryogenics technology. You know, to keep him in a sleeping frozen state?"

"Yeah, I guess Arkham does kinda specialize in padded cells more than anything else…"

"Well, I think Victor Fries used to do a lot of the cryogenics research, but then he went and-"

"-Became Mr Freeze and you had to sock his jaw," Robin finished boredly. "Yeah, yeah… We always knew this town was full of wackos…"

"Gosh, you sound almost jealous," Batman said dryly.

"Yeah, villain-wise, we have a lot of lames in Jump City…"

"And Slade."

"And Slade," Robin agreed wearily. "Who is really not lame… unfortunately…"

Batman sighed.

"Well, enough about villains for one night. We're done, and Matt Hagen is back in his cell in Arkham where he belongs. Let's leave it there… and move onto more important things…"

"Like taking a shower?"

"No." Batman picked Robin up and pinned him against the wall so that their faces were level. "Like spending the third and final night the way it should be spent…"

"I am thinking much wild sex…" Robin said jadedly.

Batman grinned, libido practically drooling as he spoke.

"Among other things…"

"You spoil me."

"Hardly."

"Ah, yeah, I guess using your Bat-cuffs to secure me to the bed isn't exactly "spoiling" me…"

"Hmm. Feels good to watch you squirm, though…"

Robin gave him another dark twisted smile, reserved only for their bouts of foreplay teasing

"Pervert."

Batman stroked his hair, ignoring the glutinous residue pasted into it.

"Dear, sweet Richard… you have never seen utter perversion."

"You hold back?"

"If only to spare your innocence…"

Robin giggled crazily.

"What innocence?"

Batman laughed now too.

"You're right; I have no need or reason to hold back… So we'll just have to remedy that right now, won't we?"

They kissed; long and hard and deep in the dark – feeling and touching and writhing against one another. Neither one caring about the cold heavy sludge or the offensive smell or the closeness of those things between them, on them, because inside that kiss was warmth, light, and clarity. It was pure, and it compensated for the grime tainting an otherwise ideal romance.

And then when they finally broke away breathless, their hearts were racing in the rare way where both could win and be happy about it.

"Let's finish… this upstairs," Batman murmured, his chest heaving and eyes flashing with phosphorous want.

Robin nodded in happily dazed consent.

"Yeah… I have to say that… this is unlike you… coming right into the… house in uniform…"

Batman looked down at his filthy guise.

"Alfred will only… have to wash… it anyway… and I need a shower…"

"Like I said," Robin agreed, catching his breath, "Clayface… isn't one of my favorite people…"

Batman hitched Robin up in one arm and carried him up the staircase, his long cape not flowing as usual because of all the clay weighing it down.

Kind of ruined the effect, really.

Damn that Clayface.

TT

Cyborg and Beast Boy stared at each other, completely dumbfounded, from where they had been hiding. They had been on their way back from the games room after a few late-night rounds of air hockey and pinball and had overheard Batman and Robin discussing the case that had just cracked – Clayface – on their way back up from the BatCave.

And… um…

The other four Titans might have come here to chill out – they hadn't lifted a super-powered finger in the whole two full days they had been here – but Batman had been slaving poor Robin by night, not allowing him to skip out when the Bat-signal was lit despite the fact that he was respectively a Teen Titan now, protector of Jump City, not Gotham.

He was not technically obliged to go charging down to the BatCave the second Bruce snapped his fingers, but he did anyway, because…

Well, Teen Titan or not, he was Robin.

The other half of "Batman and…"

So, actually, yeah; he was kind of obliged.

If it wasn't for Bruce, he wouldn't even be Robin – he'd just be some orphaned kid in a foster home or something.

Of course, none of this was wasted on Robin's two friends/team-mates as they stood, completely gobsmacked, staring now up the staircase after Batman and his protégé.

"Tell me that didn't just happen," Beast Boy choked out finally.

"It happened," Cyborg replied tonelessly, shaking his head violently.

"I said tell me it didn't just happen!"

"B, you saw it, I saw it…"

Beast Boy was silent for a while, still stunned.

"Whoa, dude, guess you were right about them…" he said finally, with the blunt aptitude of a two by four. "They are gay."

Cyborg shivered and turned to the little green changeling.

"Beast Boy…" he hissed, "…it's illegal… Bruce Wayne is breaking the law…"

"Well, Robin is old enough to-"

"Yeah, maybe now," Cyborg cut in, "but look at them. Look at the way they behave with each other. This isn't a new thing. By the sound of it, they've been doing it for years. And if it's not illegal now, it would have been even just last year, when Robin was fifteen. And Robin left when he was fourteen, so that would mean that he was even younger when they started… I'll bet that was why Robin kept turning down his offers to come stay."

"I don't get it. If they have such big hots for each other, why didn't Robin want to come back? In fact, why did he even leave?"

"Robin's not dumb, BB. He knows it's against the law. If I know Robin, he probably left to protect Bruce."

Beast Boy snorted.

"You'd think a grown man would have more sense…"

"That is something I have been debating myself for many years now," came a familiar prim English voice from behind them.

Cyborg and Beast Boy both whipped around to find Alfred standing in the dark corridor right behind them, a cup of hot steaming tea in one hand and a book in the other. He had obviously been on his way to his own chambers when he had stumbled across them wildly whispering the hall.

"Alfie, you knew about this?" Beast Boy burst out. "That they…?"

"Man, why didn't you do something?" Cyborg asked.

"Such as what, may I ask?" Alfred looked at them helplessly. "Tell the police and bring everything crumbling down? I would be moved on, and I tell you, I could not ever hope to find an employer so generous and kindly as Master Bruce. And I think not only for myself, before you brand me as selfish to put my own desires before the law. If I had told the police, young Master… Robin would have been taken away, put into foster care. And Master Bruce himself? Thrown in jail as a child molester and rapist? Wayne Enterprises would be shut down, the manor boarded up, the name "Wayne" and the memories of Master Bruce's dear parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, put into disgrace… You will understand why I could not do such a thing."

"But it's pedophilia!" Cyborg hissed. "He's been sleeping with a kid! You're telling me that Bruce Wayne, as Batman, goes around busting up petty crooks who break into jewelry stores, and then breaks the law in a far more serious way on his own watch?"

Alfred sighed jadedly.

"Please, I know this is difficult for you to understand, and I do not mean to defend Master Bruce's actions, for I know they are both perverse and illegal," the elderly Englishman said patiently, "but you must understand why he does these things. Why they do these things. And yes, I say "they". Master Bruce, whatever else he may be, is not a rapist. Master Robin has always been a willing participant, and if you will permit me, my young friends, I will explain to you why."

Beast Boy snorted.

"Go ahead. I don't think this can get any crazier…"

"When I first discovered what Master Bruce was doing, I was both shocked and appalled. The boy, at that time, was just nine years old…"

"Robin lost his virginity when he was nine?" Beast Boy repeated incredulously, the craziness which he had thought couldn't escalate anymore doubled instantly and sent him careening into astonished disbelief all over again. Cyborg elbowed him, and Alfred continued past the interruption.

"I confronted Master Bruce about the matter, and I am not ashamed to admit that I was most disgusted and displeased by his behavior. I said many unkind things to him that day, but strangely he was not perturbed by my attitude. He merely, on the contrary, smiled distantly, as I recall, and told me that he had "finally found it". I was, of course, most confused by this enlightened statement – but I soon began to deduce the meaning by myself."

He looked them both carefully in the eyes gauging their reactions and then continued.

"The boy, your Master Robin, had been somewhat closed-up over the past year – that first year he was with us, although he responded well to the training Master Bruce and I put him through to prepare him for his debut into the crime-fighting world. He did, of course, miss his parents terribly and even though he liked it here at Wayne Manor, Master Bruce and I could not help but notice that he was somewhat wary of us; as if he was perhaps afraid of getting too attached in case we were taken from him too, or perhaps it was the fact that he knew that since Bruce could not legally adopt him, there was a chance he could be moved on. If Bruce got sick of him, all he would have to had to do would be to go down to the Gotham Welfare Office, sign a few papers and the child would have been taken off his hands."

"How is this relevant to Batman and Robin eating each other's face out in the hallway?" Beast Boy asked, irritated by the lengthy circumvention when all he wanted to hear was a brief explanation to obscure and dismiss the make-out session that was still disturbingly fresh and mushy in his mind.

Alfred quirked a single poised eyebrow, the rest of his face unmoving as he continued "It is relevant, young sir, because the boy suddenly changed. He opened up and flourished all of a sudden – he was like a very different child altogether. This was a little while before I found them…"

"Yeah, okay, no need to go into the details," Cyborg finished quickly. "So what are you saying? They fell in love and hey presto, all their worries melted away?"

"Not quite so clean cut, but yes, something along those lines," Alfred agreed vaguely. "Alone, they were desperate and forlorn, with no-one to relate to. But together… I must point out that they have both suffered exactly the same trauma – watching their parents die right before their young eyes. Master Robin was eight; Master Bruce only seven. The fact that neither of them has ever had to undergo psychiatric treatment is a wonder in itself."

"So, what? You saying that screwing each other is their cure for their "Traumatized Orphan Blues"?" Cyborg asked, half-mocking, half-incredulous.

"I am afraid so." Alfred sighed. "I know this is difficult for you to understand. It has taken me this many years to accept it myself. But I have reasoned with myself, and I have come to this conclusion; Master Bruce is not an evil, sick, twisted person. He is a good, generous, hard-working man who risks his own life night after night so that the people of this city can feel safer. What he does in relation to young Master Robin is against the law, but he is not a pervert, and he is not a pedophile, and he is not a child molester. I know such defenses may seem ludicrous in the face of your discovery, but I stand by this; Master Bruce has never once forced that boy to do anything he does not want to, and he, furthermore, has never looked at another young boy before or after Master Robin's presence. It is not young boys that excite him – it is merely that young boy. He truly does love him, perhaps more than he has ever loved anyone else, because he is able to relate to him; and that young boy in question – now a teenager – returns that love for the same reasons. It is unnatural, granted; and yes, most certainly against the law. But it is also the thing that has saved them – and neither you nor I may judge that."

There was silence for a while as they dutifully chewed on Alfred's poignant words, allowing the meaning to seep through to acceptance.

"Do they know you know?" Cyborg asked eventually.

"Yes. I have accidentally walked in on them too many times…" Alfred frowned. "I would, however, suggest that you two keep what you have seen to yourself. I implore, for their sakes, that you tell no-one else, or them."

"What, we're supposed to keep a ground-breaking story like that to ourselves?" Beast Boy was only half-joking. "You know how much money newspapers would pay for that story? Batman and Robin; As Un-Straight as Curly Fries. I mean, seriously…"

"You are not to say one blasted word!" Alfred snapped; the two Titans shrank back, alarmed. They hadn't seen the serene Brit act this way before in the whole two-and-a-half days they had been here.

Beast Boy scratched one of his ears.

"Although, I guess you're right," he relented weakly. "Batman and Robin; I mean, they're role models. If everyone knew they were doing each other off, I mean, that could be a really bad influence on kids. Might turn them all gay or something…"

Cyborg rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, right…"

"Please, I beg of you…" Alfred was calm again now. "…Just leave them be. I agree with you every step of the way that what they do is wrong, but they are happy; and their happiness is what matters more to me. Master Bruce may be an adult while Master Robin is still little more than a child just sniffing at the entrance to manhood, but deep inside, they are both the same – two broken, orphaned little boys. They have saved each other when no-one else could. I have always worried that Master Bruce was too absorbed in vengeance – dressing in that horrifying costume and terrifying the criminal underworld of this city; for, as my fellow countrymen known as the Beatles once said, "all you need is love". And Master Bruce has finally found that and I tell you, he has changed too, and it is for the better. In the end… does it really matter where and in what form he found it?"

Cyborg and Beast Boy digested all that the Englishman had said for a few awkward seconds but finally, eventually, accepted the truth of the justification.

It was wrong, what they did. It was against the law; and it was kind of creepy.

But Bruce wasn't hurting Robin – they were happy. It was what they both wanted. Alfred was not excusing pedophilia under that same guise – but then, Bruce and Robin weren't a normal case.

It just wasn't worth getting involved in, was basically what Alfred was saying.

Alfred eventually bade them goodnight and walked away to his own room to drink his tea and read his book, rolling his eyes.

Really, these Americans…

"You really think it would turn kids gay?" Beast Boy asked after a few moments' silence.

"Nah," Cyborg replied. "If that were true –that kids' behavior is that easy to influence– then the whole kid population of Jump City would just be eating pizza and playing Gamestation all day…"

"Yeah, we're pretty cool ourselves, huh? The Teen Titans?"

"Yup. Except not gay."

"Nope. Well, Robin is."

Cyborg shrugged.

"You know, I really don't think there's a thing we can do about that, B…"

"I guess we should have known they were fruits all along."

Cyborg was amused as they started towards their respective rooms.

"Why's that?"

"Dude," Beast Boy said, quite seriously, "they have flowers in their house…"

"Oh, right, major clue. They must be gay…"

"And Bruce was wearing a dressing gown at breakfast…"

"Nice work, Sherlock. What, you think someone wrote a rule book about being gay, and if you did all these things, you were automatically a homosexual? You know, like a list? Flowers in house, wearing a dressing gown, sharing a couch… oh, they are so gay!"

Beast Boy considered that.

"You know, Cy… someone probably did…"

"So Robin and Bruce are breaking their laws too?"

Beast Boy nodded conspiratorially.

"Yeah, jeez… for two famous superheroes, they sure are a pair of delinquents…"

"B… what do you expect from a guy who dresses up like a bat?"

Beast Boy grinned.

"Trick or Treat?"

TT

Robin lay sprawled on his back on the covers of Bruce's king-size bed, still in his uniform.

He could hear the shower running next door in the en suite bathroom – Batman had been covered in clay, having nearly been completely smothered by Clayface by the time Robin had hauled himself up from the edge of the roof again and lobbed a few explosive disks in his direction. He had been splashed a little by the exploding Clayface, but had fared pretty well in the "Stay Clean" stakes as compared to his partner.

Bruce was done pretty quickly, coming back into the main bedroom in less than ten minutes, vaporous steam trailing after him from the open bathroom door. He was completely naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist, his wolfish muscles rippling subtly beneath his droplet studded skin. His black hair was damp and tousled from where he had rubbed a towel through it, giving him a somewhat feral look. His Batman uniform was slung over one arm and he tossed it into the bottom of the closet, shutting it again; while it was highly unlikely that some visitor would come snooping around his bedroom, it wasn't exactly a good idea to leave his uniform lying around either. The only reason he had avoided exposure for so long, was by being justifiably cautious.

He flopped down onto the bed when he was done, throwing all of his weight down to make Robin bounce into the air on impact. The boy flailed and attempted to right himself, resulting in him landing on his face instead of his back. He picked himself up and scrambled onto Bruce's chest, lying face down on top of him.

"You going to take that uniform of yours off?" Bruce asked idly.

"Too lazy," Robin muttered. "All those buttons and fastenings… you'll have to do it for me…"

"Oh dear. That's rather a demand. Who died and made you king?"

"The last one." Robin still didn't lift his head.

"Then you should have something fit for a king…"

"Like this bed?"

"Better."

Bruce shifted Robin off him and leaned over to the bedside cabinet; opening the top drawer, he pulled out an unopened box of luxury Belgian chocolates.

"I've been saving them for tonight," Bruce whispered as Robin drew close to him again – although he was now more interested in the chocolates than in Bruce. "Our last night together…"

Robin looked up at him.

"We'll come again. I think my friends like it here…"

"What about you?"

"Oh, you might have to persuade me," Robin teased. "I mean, not that it wasn't fun having Clayface explode all over me and nearly being blown to bits in a Tunnel of Love by the Joker and Harley Quinn…"

Bruce untied the purple silk ribbon on the chocolate box and slid off the lid.

"How about I let you have first pick?"

"You've twisted my arm."

He could see that they were expensive chocolates – please, Bruce was a billionaire. These chocolates were simply the absolute best money could buy.

As if they'd be anything less.

After reading the little card Robin took an excruciatingly long time picking his chocolate, his hand hovering over about three or four different choices before he went with the faithful caramel-filled.

"Excellent choice," Bruce acknowledged, raising his eyebrows; watching as the boy bit into the little pod of satisfaction and pull his hand away, leaving a string of silky caramel dangling from the half he hadn't eaten.

And then he snatched that other half out of his ward's hand and tauntingly held it up out of his reach.

"No!" Robin squealed, diving at him.

"Ah, the way to your heart," Bruce said with a smile. "Chocolate. Caramel-filled, to be more precise. Your favorite."

Robin straddled Bruce's stomach and put one hand on his chest, reaching to get his chocolate back.

"Pitiful." Bruce waved it over his head. "I'm going to eat it…"

"After I drooled all over it?"

"Of course."

"No!" Robin wailed; but Bruce ignored him and flicked the other half into his mouth.

"There's a whole box!" Robin snapped, weakly pounding on Bruce's chest.

"I wanted that one…"

"Sure you did…"

Bruce suddenly flipped him over, making him squeal as he was pitched onto his back on the mattress. In seconds Bruce was on top of him, locking him up so that he couldn't escape from beneath him. Not as though Robin wanted to.

"You're right, there's a whole box…" Bruce reached over to it, not taking his eyes from Robin's still-masked ones, and picked another one. He held the chocolate perfection just above Robin's face and waved it slightly to and fro. The boy's eyes followed the sweet temptation avidly, his desperation for the creamy coated confection, held tauntingly just out of reach, sextupled.

"White chocolate shell, filled with strawberry cream mousse," the billionaire went on, his voice low and husky. "Your second favorite. To die for…"

He put it into his mouth, and Robin moaned, thinking the flawless strawberry chocolate was going to go the same way as the stolen caramel and be lost to him forever. Instead, Bruce grinned mischievously at him, still holding it between his teeth and lowered his face towards Robin's. Robin took it with a kiss which crushed the candy between their lips, the shell and filling sliding down into his open mouth as they worked their tongues together. Robin relished the sweet silky flavor and texture of it, paired with Bruce's hot seeking lips still against his as he slowly chewed it. And then Bruce moved his head down and kissed his ward's Adam's apple as it bobbed in his throat when he swallowed.

Robin purred against him, closing his eyes as Bruce pulled off his cape and threw it aside, beginning to unbutton his crimson shirt, the yellow fastenings falling away in satisfying surrender.

Robin opened his eyes again as he heard a sudden fluttering sound; looking up past Bruce's head where he was kissing his collarbone, he saw a tiny black bat flapping around near the ceiling. How had that got in? But then he realized that Bruce must have left the bathroom window open to let the steam out. It was probably from the BatCave; Bruce could release it down there in the morning.

For now…

"Hey, Bruce, we have a visitor," he said softly, pointing upwards.

Bruce lifted his head from Robin's neck and looked up; the little bat had settled now on one of the brackets of the crystal chandelier above Bruce's king-sized bed.

"You mean a voyeur," Bruce muttered, working on unfastening Robin's utility belt. "Look, it's watching us. Perverted bat…"

"That makes two of you," Robin mused dryly as Bruce's hand slipped under the waistband of both his green pants and his shorts.

"Watch your mouth," Bruce whispered. "I'm the one holding the cards here…"

"You're going to make me sorry?"

"Of course…" Bruce pulled off his gloves one by one, and then his shirt. "I'm going to make you scream for mercy, my Boy Wonder…"

Robin kicked off his boots as Bruce threw aside his belt and started to peel down his pants. He tugged them to his knees and then watched amused as Robin squirmed the rest of the way out of his emerald spandex pants, twisting suggestively until he was completely nude and spread out as moist and crumbly as unbleached sugar beneath Bruce.

His gaze roved hungrily over Robin's body, slender and lithe- but strong, so strong. His hands smoothed over Robin, loving touches, kind and gentle. Even as he rubbed his thumb across the boy's lips and up through his ebony hair as he leaned down for another kiss. Even when they moved across his chest, his nipples suddenly standing as if they had been called to attention. Even when those hands trailed and teased downwards, into the nest of dark curly hair, and over the compliant heated flesh. The entire time, Bruce's touches were tender and reverent, but left Robin wanting more- building his desire until the boy was much like the remaining chocolates in the box: Sweet, swathed in silk, and ready to be devoured.

"Bruce! Please!" Robin gasped out, willing the man to stop the feather tipped torture.

"What is it my dear Robin? Too slow for you?" Bruce smirked.

In response Robin reached down and fingered the rolled hem of the towel draped around Bruce's waist with a devious glint reflected in his eyes right before he jerked the soft material off in one motion. Bruce groaned in delight, and the sound was drawn out once again when he felt the smaller agile hands stroke confidently across his hardness. Firm, and soft-skinned at the same time, still slippery from the clinging water of his shower, his length was perfectly cupped in Robin's hands- now slowly pumping in time with their breathing.

Robin seemed to think that teasing was necessary as well.

Bruce allowed the slow caresses for as long as he could, but soon he couldn't take it and a low growl rumbled from his chest. That was all the warning Robin got as he was suddenly dragged up and pinned forcefully into a kiss, Bruce's free hand once again groping for the chocolate box and blindly pulling another one of the delicacies from its interior.

Robin broke from the kiss with a gasp as he felt Bruce's large callused hand grip his erect member, something else also squished in his grasp and being smeared over his sensitive organ in velvety warmth. And then Bruce's head was ducking down lower, kissing and licking and nipping as he went until he reached his chocolate covered destination and Robin had to clench his jaw tight to keep the low keening moan from bursting out as a scream. Bruce was deftly licking away every trace of chocolate, working thoroughly over every inch and crevice until Robin was once again left clean and panting.

"Why did you stop?" Robin grumbled breathlessly.

Bruce laughed brashly seeing the pout entertaining his ward's lips. "Why? Were you close?"

He nodded with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, but all the chocolate was gone."

"There's a whole box left." Robin murmured coyly.

Bruce smiled lust heavy in his eyes now. "We don't need the chocolate for the next part." As he said this he simultaneously brushed a finger over Robin's opening, pressing it slowly in and then perfectly contradicted his previous statement by plopping another chocolate into Robin's mouth which gasped open at the intrusion.

Robin frowned at him, chewing the candy even as he did so. "That's not fair using chocolates to try and distract me."

"All's fair in love and war." Bruce said, laying fully over Robin, one hand working his ass, the other one fishing out another chocolate.

"Ready for another one?" Bruce asked holding a smooth dark chocolate under Robin's nose.

"You bet…" he replied in a daze, knowing what Bruce really meant.

Another finger was slowly pressed in, and once again, Robin's mouth fell open in a gasp of pain and the chocolate was placed inside and then covered by Bruce's lips. He passionately returned the kiss, pushing some of the melted chocolate from his mouth into Bruce's as he slowly felt the adjustments taking place; changing the pain into a mere stretching, a satisfying fullness that would soon take on a whole new level.

They were both used to this by now. Both of them entirely devoted to the other's pleasure. And they both knew that if they surrendered to the feeling, then they could ride it. And it would take them away. Take them to a higher place that their tragic reality couldn't touch or tarnish with the taste of death forever in their mouths, or the horror of their past forever looming on the edges of their peripheral. When they embraced each other, they also freed each other.

So, Bruce pulled Robin close, and Robin gripped Bruce tight, and they both released a moan as their bodies were joined together. The heated flesh throbbing and penetrating and simply amazing. There was no more need for words, or chocolates, or teasing as they were carried away by the feeling.

They began rocking together, steadily building a rhythm. Robin was pushed down onto the bed, his legs twined up and around the older man's hips as they began to thrust faster. Bruce was on his knees, bent over and holding the Boy Wonder's hips up meeting every buck Robin made. They were both in motion, completely lost to it and overwhelmed by the intense need they felt. So they went faster and faster, simply trying to keep up until after an eternity of grinding and groaning, Robin suddenly gripped at Bruce's arm, going completely taut as he spilled over. His eyes went wide, and his mouth formed a perfect little 'o' of pleasure. The look on his partner's face coupled with the tightened muscles around his pumping length was enough to push Bruce to climax as well and he spurted forcefully into Robin's hot interior.

They were panting, covered in a sheen of sweat, and the orgasmic feelings were just barely starting to fade when Robin suddenly pulled Bruce into another kiss that lingered and savored and cherished the height of their devotion to each other. They pulled back breathless and gazed into their eyes for another long and treasured moment.

"I love you!" Robin unexpectedly burst out, the statement pure and unfettered, infinite. "I truly do. I love you Bruce Wayne."

He was slightly taken aback by the sudden fervent declaration. But his eyes softened, and the edges crinkled into a smile and he calmly replied "I love you too, Richard Grayson."

'Love,' a seductively simple four lettered word. But the connection associated with it, the complex chain reaction of chemical precursors, the deep remembrances and sensations, the truest sense of the word now flooding into his chest in the form of an intense emotion specifically designed to overwhelm logic and reason and law.

It cut through the disguises, the double lives. It cut through the superficial perverted banter, the desperate denial. It cut through the skeptical society which only wanted conformity.

The truth of the word cut through all that like a splinter of white lightening, insubstantial yet overwhelmingly powerful, and seared an intense connection between them. A bond of love that transcended their limited mortal ways and averted the small thinking so all they heard was the thunder and the tinkle, all they felt was the thick and the thin, and all they saw was the near and the far reflected in each other's eyes.

TT

Much later, they lay intertwined in the darkness and heat, Robin curled up to Bruce's broad chest.

The boy was sound asleep, a tiny contented smile on his pale pretty face.

Bruce was wide awake.

He knew that his Boy Wonder would leave him tomorrow, and so cherished the time now; glad that he was awake to appreciate it. To love the feeling of Dick Grayson's small warm presence against him – to hold him in his arms; breathe in his sweet, musky, honey-like scent; kiss his silky, shiny ebony hair; and taste his skin, a little salty with sweat.

He held him to him tightly, like a doll, and cried silent, empty tears.

For both his discovery of a cure for the pain; and the loss of it too.

And for breaking the law to do it.

Whose law?

Did it even matter anymore?

His tears were diamonds. Pure and clear and beautiful.

Just like his Boy Wonder.

Like Richard Grayson.

The tiny bat up on the chandelier fluttered soundlessly.

And somewhere out in the sky, another star burned out and died.

TT

Daylight.

Robin opened his eyes slowly and wriggled down into the soft deep warmth of Bruce's thick covers and acquiescent mattress.

He was alone.

Sitting up a little, he looked around. The curtains of one of the windows were drawn back; outside he could see the dim light of another cool, crisp October morning. It was a little misty out there, too.

He lay back again, checking out Bruce's alarm clock.

It had a little Armani logo on it.

Robin rolled his eyes.

Typical.

It read, nonetheless, 8:01am.

They had already discussed their plans for the day. They would stay all day, eat dinner with Bruce when he came home from work, and then would be leaving for Jump City.

It was quite a drive.

The bedroom door opened and Bruce sauntered in, not clad in his dressing gown this morning. He was, on the contrary, fully attired in his business suit – grey today, and well-cut, with a crisp white shirt and a black tie.

Robin sat up again, pleased to see him.

"I just released our little friend down in the BatCave," Bruce told him with a small smile. "It was flapping all over the place when I woke up this morning…"

Robin smiled as Bruce approached the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

"Anyway, good morning," Bruce went on, leaning over for a kiss – a worthy endeavor, for Robin presented him with a most passionate reward, gripping the back of his head. Bruce returned the favor with enthusiasm, then eventually broke away, his chest heaving.

"And a good morning it is," he muttered, wiping his mouth.

Robin shot him a shy little grin and dropped his head.

"What's wrong…?"

"Nothing."

Bruce got up again and went to the window, resting his hands on the sill.

"Or a not-so-good morning," he corrected himself with a sigh. He pulled a face, which Robin saw in the reflection in the window. "Ugh, I don't feel like going out there today…"

"Then don't go."

Bruce straightened up and looked over at Robin, who was still zealously hawking his bed.

"Pardon, Dick?"

"I said don't go." Robin drew a few little circles with his finger on the covers over his lap. "Call in sick. Or say you have an infestation of something…"

"Like what?" Bruce mocked. "Bats?"

"No. Uh… silverfish? Or… roaches."

"That's not giving Alfred very good credit."

"Yeah, but it's not true…"

Bruce crossed the room and stood at the end of the bed.

"You think… I should not go to work today?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"So you can stay with me all day." Robin looked up at him, smirking. "You should stay here and just… make love to me all day…"

"And you think that's a good idea?"

"Yes." Robin nodded quirking an eyebrow. "Yes, I do."

Bruce suddenly grinned.

"So do I, actually…It's rough going two years without Dick."

The mirth escaped Robin in a harsh bark of laughter at the double meaning. Bruce came around and sat at the head of the bed again, reaching for his bedside phone. Robin, still naked, and grinning deviously slithered over to him and began to rub against his back like a cat, nimble arms reaching around to stroke at his chest. Bruce effortlessly put him a headlock, refusing to be distracted while on the phone and he held Robin there as he struggled and writhed.

"Hello? This is Bruce Wayne. I'd like to speak to my chairman, Lucius Fox… Uh-huh… Yes, I… Lucius? This is Bruce. Listen, I won't be in today. I have a few little things to attend to…" He shot a sly little look at the struggling Boy Wonder on that line. "I… what? Luthor?" Bruce voiced a little groan. "Well, I… You know what, Lucius? Just cancel it. I'll see him tomorrow. Tell him… I have more pressing matters at the moment. Oh yes, I should be free tomorrow. Okay? Great. Thanks, Lucius. Yes, you too… uh-huh… 'Bye, then."

Bruce put down the phone and threw Robin onto his back, pinning him to the bed.

"Sorted." He smirked himself. "I'm all yours…"

They smiled.

And kissed.

And then Robin started to loosen up Bruce's tie as he lay on top of him.

"You know, skipping work and lying about it is against the law," Bruce murmured, tapping Robin's nose. "Like so many other things…"

Robin looked up at him and grinned.

"It's against whose law?…"

END

AW! What a wonderfully sappy happy ending! Thank goodness it was Valentines, because I had to have a steady supply of chocolate in order to write this. I can't write about chocolate without having some myself. Otherwise I get too jealous of the characters, and suddenly I can't write them anymore…heh…randomness once again, I apologize.

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