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Fifty word prompts – Detective Comics.
Part 2.

Wall, Bruce/ Robin!Dick NC-17 for byday_bynight
Sudden, Dick and Tim, NC-17 for byday_bynight
Sing, Tim/Kon, PG for kirax2

Part 1.
Part 3.

 

Wall, Bruce/ Robin!Dick NC-17 for byday_bynight

 

It had been a Bad Night. Ivy had snatched Robin and held him hostage, using him as bait to lure Batman in. Foolishly she had underestimated how fiercely he would fight to protect his ward and partner. After beating her unconscious and leaving her tied up for the police to collect, Batman and Robin ran together down the alley and toward where the Batmobile was hidden, the day saved...or so it seemed...

Dick stumbled, his bare knees scrapping on the concrete as he fell.

“Robin? Are you hurt?” Batman demanded, his heart thumping in his chest as he knelt at Dick’s side.

“I don’t...Something’s wrong...” Dick panted, “I feel...” he moaned, flushing red as Bruce checked him over, gauntleted hands skittering over fabric of his costume.

“Did she gas you with anything? Make you drink something perhaps?” Batman asked, finding nothing physically wrong with the boy.

Dick swayed a little, his skin unnaturally hot. “I don’t remember...” he scrunched his eyes closed, trying desperately to clear him head. “She kissed me...just before you arrived. I don’t know why.”

Bruce gripped Dick’s chin, bringing the boy up to face him as he ran a gloved finger over Dick’s mouth, the youth moaning to the touch.

Batman sniffed his fingers, cautiously pressing his tongue to the leather of his glove before spitting sharply. At least part of it was Phenethylamine, a powerful and dangerous drug that effected brain chemistry.

Dick’s breathing was shallow and fast as the youth struggled to hold himself up on his hands and knees. “Batman...I feel...oh god.”

“Tell me Robin. Tell me what you’re feeling.” If he could isolate the area of the brain the drug was effecting...

Robin shuddered, flushing deeper. “I...it’s....”

Batman dropped his voice low, leaning in close so only the youth would hear. “Please Dick. Just talk to me.”

“I’m hard.” He whimpered in adolescent apology. “Please...it hurts.”

Bruce felt the waves of embarrassment and shame coming off his ward, the boy he tendered as dearly as a son. Dick was clearly in pain. He reviewed his options – the car was too far away and judging from Dick’s posture, moving him was going to be a problem. The alley was secluded enough and, this close to dawn, would remain quiet for another hour at least.

“I need to see.” Bruce prompted gently, trying to keep his tone light and professional. “I need to see what the drug is doing to you.”

Even with the mask, the look of Dick’s face was one of abject terror, flinching away from Bruce’s touch. “Here? I can’t...you can’t...”

“Now Robin.” He toned it perfectly as an order, hoping to bypass the youth’s fear. “You need to trust me.”

Dick nodded doubtfully, bitting his lip as he pulled himself to his feet. With hands that shook painfully he pushed down the green short shorts, turning his face away as he exposed himself to his mentor.

Dick’s penis was rock hard and glistening with pre-come, the head flushed dark with blood. Too dark. Bruce looked up at his ward, the boy’s eyes squeezed closed in anguish. “Robin. Look at me.” Almost instantly the youth complied, shame flushed over his features. “I need to touch you. Please understand, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable but I have to do this to help you. You can look away if you need to.”

Dick nodded his head once and promptly turned his head away, bitting back a moan as Batman stripped off his gloves, his hands cool and soft on his overheated skin.

Bruce kept his touch as detach and professional as he could, feeling how high and tight the youth’s balls sat, testing the blood flow with a gentle squeeze. Dick’s body was fighting the arousal, his blood pressure too high. Without release soon, the boy could easily suffer permanent damage. Carefully he laid his hands on Dick’s thighs. “Robin. I need you to listen to me. We need to find a way to release this pressure or it could become much worse.”

Dick nodded, blood welling on his lip as he bit down.

“Tell me Robin, have you ever touched yourself?”

Dick gave a small pained laugh. He was a teenager and at in peak physical condition – of course he touched himself sometimes.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Bruce whispered gently, misreading the boy’s reaction. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“Yes.” Dick muttered between clenched teeth.

“Good. That’s what I need you to do now.”

Dick’s eyes shot open, his pupils blown. Was Batman asking him to beat off in some dingy alley?

“It’s the only way to make it hurt less.” Bruce assured, climbing to his feet and resting his hands on Dick’s shoulders. “You can turn to the wall if it’ll make it easier.” He palmed a small vial from his belt and into Dick’s hand. “I’ll move away a little, give you some privacy.”

Dick trembled as he opened the little tube of lube, pouring it over his hand before hesitantly touching himself. The first rush of sensation was enough to knock his feet from under him, desperately grabbing at the wall for support.   

Strong arms wrapped around him, breaking his fall as Batman dropped to his knees, lowering the youth into his lap so Dick straddled his thighs, one hand still braced against the wall.

“I can’t.” Dick gasped. “It’s too much...”

“You must.” Batman whispered, his arm around Dick’s waist. “It’s the only way.”

Dick panted, tears rolling down his face. “Help me.” His plea was barely above a whisper. “Please Bruce, help me.”

Behind the cowl, Bruce squeezed his eyes closed. In his lap was his ward, his child, begging for his touch. Of all the things he’d never allowed himself to want, the first among them was always the beautiful young man in his arms, his smiling prince.

“Batman please.” Dick cried softly, pain and frustration bright in his voice.

Bruce steeled himself to do what must be done. He reached for the discarded vial, coating his palm with what little was left. “Show me.” He whispered in Dick’s ear as he wrapped the youth’s hand over his own. “Show me how you do it.”

Dick’s moan as their joined hands moved over his cock was broken and beautiful and far too loud, his hip jerking sharply in frantic counterpoint.

“Hush. Hush now Robin.” Batman mumbled, trying to keep his touches light but the youth squeezed their entwined fingers tighter, keening loudly.

Unable to find another way to quieten the boy, Bruce brought his free hand up to cover Dick’s mouth.

Dangerously eager Dick parted his lips, sucking Bruce’s fingers into his mouth with a whimper, his thrusts suddenly become more frenzied.

Bruce felt the breath catch in his throat as Dick swallowed his fingers, sucking them hard as the youth fucked their joined hands. Even with the suit’s integral padding, it was become difficult to ignore his own body’s reaction as Dick’s rump pushed back against his groin with each thrust. It took all his iron clad control not to meet each roll of Dick’s hips with his own.

Suddenly Dick arched back, his head pushing against Batman’s shoulder as he screamed Bruce’s name around his fingers, painting the wall with his come. Batman caught his junior partner as Dick pitched forward, passing out with the force of his orgasm.

As he carried the boy back to the car, cradling Dick’s bleeding hand, scratched and abraded from the brick wall, Bruce wondered if there was any way he could turn back from the line he’d just crossed.


Sudden, Dick and Tim, NC-17 for byday_bynight

Dick leant back on the mats, watching as Tim worked though the kata Bruce prescribed. The wound on Tim’s thigh was healing slowly so the sooner he could be back on the streets, the better. 

Dressed in a pair of low slung sweats and little else, Tim was grace in motion. The hard lines of his body perfectly counter-pointed by his youth. The scars that adored his skin told a story, each one of them a trophy of the life they lived.

From the boy Tim had once been, the boy who had come to Dick, pleading with him to save Batman from himself, to this...this beautiful young man, capable and strong. His transformations seemed almost sudden to Dick, like something he should have seen coming but didn’t and now it was hitting him like a freight train. 

“What?” Tim demanded, realised Dick was staring at him.

Dick shrugged grinning. “Nothing.”

“You’re watching me.” Tim’s eyes narrowed, flicking the hair out of his face. 

“Yep.”

“Why?” 

Dick grinned again, pushing off the mats to saunter over to where Tim stood. “I just realised how attractive you’ve become.”

Time held his ground as Dick moved inside his personal space, his hands coming to rest on Tim’s hips. Tim pouted, the look on his face just a little predatorily...even by Bat standards. “You’re only just noticing this now. You’ve been flirting with me since I was twelve.”

Dick leaned in, brushing his nose over the slightly damp skin of Tim’s throat. “I’ve always known.” He purred, pulling Tim closer. “You’ve just become so...so...”

“Legal?” Tim finished archly.

“Maybe.” Dick chuckled, pressing a soft kiss behind Tim’s ear. “You were a beautiful boy...” Tim shivered as Dick nosed the whorls of his ear, his breath ghosting the youth’s skin. “But as a man...you take my breath away.”

Tim let his head fall back, latching on to Dick’s upper arms. “Dick...I don’t...” He made an aborted attempt to push Dick away, only succeeding in tightening his grip as Dick teased his earlobe between sharp teeth.

“Come upstairs with me little brother.” Dick murmured, his hands drifting lower to cup the curves of Tim’s ass. “Let me show you what I think of the man you’ve suddenly become.”


Sing, Tim/Kon, PG for kirax

Kon turned the music up just a little louder, singing along as he tidied up the Tower. It was one of his favourite songs and while there was no-one else around, there was no reason not to enjoy it.

Music was one of the great battlegrounds of the Teen Titans – Gar’s taste was too bouncy, too much cheap bop. Vic’s music was too heavy. Kory’s was too...alien. And as for the other girls... the less said about that the better.

Only Robin’s taste in music was even slightly listenable. Tim’s collection was so varied that he always managed to find something the others would like. Kon had even borrowed a few CDs off him, finding stuff he’d liked and never heard before.

But this one was a classic! The sort of old Springsteen-esque song that almost everyone knew the words to. Given the others weren’t due for a couple of hours he just opened his lungs up and sang.

Tim leant in the doorway, watching as Kon’s big lungs belted out the song. Kon’s singing was more...volumous than good but passionate and Superboy was clearly enjoying himself. Tim smiled, loving the way Kon swayed in time to the music, crooning into the handle of the broom he was wielding.

“Bravo.” Tim whispered as the lost chord died, startling his friend almost out of his skin.

“Shit Rob! Why you gotta sneak up on me like that?” Kon rubbed his forehead. “Oh god. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Tim grinned, slinking towards Kon to take the broom from his hands.

“Oh that’s embarrassing.” Kon muttered, turning slightly red.

“Actually,” Tim grinned, peeling Kon’s hands away from his face. “I was rather impressed.” He stepped closer, his hands resting on Kon’s hips. “Will you sing for me sometime?”


 

 

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