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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 15
Author's Note: These next few chapters are dark as they deal with the Joker. He's a nasty fellow at the best of times...

Chapter Fourteen:

The Last Days of Robin the Boy Wonder – Part One
An exhausted Officer Richard Grayson finally turned off his lights and collapsed into his bed, desperate for whatever sleep he could afford before waking early and surprising Bruce tomorrow morning. And yet that much-needed sleep did not come to the troubled man, his thoughts now plagued with the memories of the tragic events which had forced him to walk away from being Robin. Agonizing memories which had driven him from the secret life of the brightly costumed child-vigilante to a withdrawn student at Hudson University and later to a cop.
Dick remembered how he had managed to put on a brave face when he had informed Bruce of his decision to pursue his education and leave Gotham - when the bitter truth was that he simply couldn’t face being Robin anymore... Because the Joker had forever destroyed Robin…
A studious Richard had begged off from his nightly patrols with Bruce, preferring to leave the dark secret of the awful things which had been done to him unspoken. Those life-shattering events which had changed him forever had happened in the heat of August, close enough to his first semester that he’d been able to come up with enough excuses to get out of patrol.
It wasn’t until his last fateful night with Bruce - the very last night before he was to leave for Hudson University - that Dick had even attempted to put on the Robin costume again for that one last patrol, just for old time’s sake...
But he couldn’t.
In twenty minutes, a naked Richard Grayson had only managed to pull on the tights of his costume while he wrestled with his own inner turmoil and whether he was even worth being loved by his guardian anymore, when Bruce had unexpectedly walked in on him...
And suddenly, the bad things which had happened to him didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Until that very moment, Dick’s passionate love for Bruce had remained unrequited. Oh, he had been loved as a son, but never as a man... until that last possible night. Bruce’s inability to see him as a lover had pushed Richard to venture into very dangerous places he should never have allowed himself to go...
And into the tainted clutches of the wicked Joker. He had been eighteen, reckless and in love.
And utterly desperate.
Dick’s love was more than just the adoration of an adopted ward or a trusted sidekick… This was a love meant to be spoken between hard, desperate bodies with unspeaking lips frantically tasting of hot, forbidden flesh. This was an aching love that burned and twisted deep within young Richard Grayson’s loins for an older Bruce Wayne. A love he would would risk everything for.
It had burned and coiled and twisted within Dick’s young heart until it had pushed him beyond reason - allowing Dick to become the willing hostage of despicable men if only to present Batman with an opportunity to finally claim Robin as his lover.
And as planned, Bruce had always saved him. Saved him and then chided the Boy Wonder on his reckless abandon and the potential consequences of falling into the clutches of such evil men…
But Batman had never chastised Robin in the manner Dick constantly dreamed of... The way he had so desperately wanted to be punished by Batman… A stiff spanking followed by the forceful insertion of that long, thick, hard shaft into his young, naughty, hot ass.
And he knew that Bruce wanted him. He had watched as Batman’s lusty eyes luridly following the curves of his tight butt countless times when Dick bent over, quietly grinning at the uncomfortable bulge forming between Batman’s legs while he deviously wiggled his shapely little ass.
And Richard had never seen Bruce with a woman...
Bruce Wayne had established the idle playboy routine long before Dick had come along, and yet he’d never taken one of those hopeful young ladies to bed. And God knows, Bruce could have had any one of those sluts on any given night… but he never did. Bruce played the part but refused the perks.
He just had to be gay.
So Dick had hatched a plan that only a desperate teenager could devise. If he could present Bruce with the perfect opportunity, a chance to somehow kindle that spark in Batman’s carefully measured heart that would flame his innermost desire for him… Then he knew that the all-too-reserved Bruce Wayne would finally take Dick as a lover. He’d push Bruce to the breaking point where he couldn’t resist him anymore.
So Robin had created ‘The Hostage Game’ in an effort to lure Bruce into letting go of those sober inhibitions and finally take him as his lover.
But he had indulged in The Hostage Game once too often that ill-fated summer...
With the Dalton Gang now behind bars, the frightened men that Robin had gotten the drop-on had seemed like ordinary two-bit criminals, more muscle than brains. And besides, Dick was an accomplished escapologist; if he truly needed to break out of his bonds and defend himself, he could. It was always a dangerous gamble of course, but in Richard’s young mind - Bruce was always worth the risk. So he let himself be captured.
But these men had been the Joker’s goons.
When the Clown Prince of Crime suddenly strolled into their hideout, Robin had tried frantically to escape from his bonds, almost managing to free his hands before a vicious right-cross from a laughing maniac landed squarely across his jaw, turning out the lights on his escape plan and plunging him into a world of darkness.
Robin had regained consciousness some time later… Groggy, tightly-bound and completely at the Joker’s mercy. Dick found himself on a couch in a darkened office with the infamous clown now sitting beside him, dressed in his familiar purple and orange suit. And as usual, the Joker was smiling…
He was always fucking smiling.
“Laugh and the world laughs with you, kid!... But with the way you snore, you’ll be sleeping alone... Whew-wee! You can really saw some logs there, Snore-Wonder!”
Insane laughter filled the unfamiliar room as Dick slowly gathered his senses. They seemed to be alone and Dick was (thankfully) still in his costume with his mask on. His identity didn’t seem to be compromised, only his well-being. He wasn’t sure if he’d been moved while unconscious, but this office certainly seemed different from the dirty hideout from before.
Dick didn’t mind pretending to be a hostage with inept criminals, but becoming the Joker‘s hostage hadn’t been in the cards. This was now a life-or-death gambit.
“… I don’t snore.”
As Dick spoke, the Joker’s expression abruptly changed. The smile was still there of course - permanently embedded into the clown’s bleached flesh - but the lunatic’s eyes had grown deadly serious as he glared furiously at the helpless Robin.
“…Would this face tell a lie?”
“Ah… I guess not.”
The deadly malice left the Joker’s eyes as quickly as it had appeared. The white-skinned clown now slid a little closer and then casually placed his arm around the boy’s shoulder as though they were old comrades, while Dick suppressed a cold shudder.
“That’s right! I’m all about honesty kid… So that’s why… old buddy, old pal... If you were having some… Well… Let’s call them ‘troubles at home’, shall we?… You know you could tell your old pal the Joker about them, right mi amigo?… I mean sure, we play on opposite sides of the field, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you, my little pet Robin… After all, what’s the sense of doing all of this craziness if you’re not having fun, am I right?”
“I’m not supposed to talk with you...”
“Oh Robin, Robin, Robin… Don’t be such a stick in the mud! Otherwise that mud’s going to be six feet deep with a tombstone on top!... Oh Jeez-Louise… Lighten up, Boy Blunder, I’m joking… C’mon, doesn’t it look like I’m joking?... Just look at this face!... I’m a real Joker!…”
And Dick was far too aware of how lethal those jokes could be. The Joker's criminal record was as lengthy as it was deadly. Still, it was best if Robin stalled for time and hoped that Batman was on his way. He’d let the mad clown ramble on for as long as he liked.
“And I think you like jokes too, Bird-Boy... I’ve heard rumours from those clods which I’m forced to employ… And I have to admit, I’m a little intrigued… Is there a fun little game that you and Batman have been playing?... Something called ‘Robin the Boy Hostage’?.... Because you know, I love games!... I want in!”
Dick felt his cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson as the Joker continued.
“OK, so the rules are that you go and get yourself captured… You allow the bad guys to tie you up in a neat, little package... Then, Batman and you play a little ‘Marco-Polo’ and when he finally finds you, old Bat-Brain gets to work off some of that pent-up aggression on those nasty goons... And you become the prize... But here’s what I’m really curious about, my little red-breasted titmouse… When old Bats does win this game and beat up your captors, does he then get to spank your cute little ass, pull down those tight little shorts and slide the Bat-pole up your tight little wazoo?”
“… No.”
“NO?!... Then what kind of game is THAT?! That’s no fun at all!... Or... Or just let me guess… Grandpa Bats is having a little trouble getting his freak on these days, right? This whole game is only an effort to get him stiff again... That guy really has to lighten up a little and smell the rose-breasted Robins.”
“He’s… never had sex with me.”
The Joker inched dangerously close to Dick now, whispering into his ear.
“But you want him to, don’t you Boy Wonder?”
Dick bit his lip hard… He should have known it was dangerous talking with the Joker, even if just to stall for time. The clown had a way of getting in your head.
“Oh c’mon Boy Wonder-Bra… Don’t be such a tease… You mean he dresses you up like a Christmas present and then doesn’t bother taking off the wrapping?... Or does he get his kicks by dressing up teenaged boys like Cameroon soccer players and then tossing their tight little asses into a den of wanton criminals?... Christ, and people call me a sick freak!”
Dick tensed as the ashen-faced clown dropped his hand lower and gently placed it onto his far-too-available thigh. With his ankles tied together, Richard was helpless to prevent the Joker from caressing the pale tights which Robin wore or from fondling the leg beneath that smooth fabric.
“Mmm… Very nice, Boy Windup… So you’re honestly telling me that he dresses you in this sexy lingerie, puts you in harm’s way, gets his jollies by beating up some baddies and then doesn’t cop a little feel?... He makes you so sexy and then doesn't indulge?... Unbelievable… He really is a cold, heartless bastard, isn’t he?”
Dick’s breathing grew ragged as the Clown Prince of Crime continued to run his hand greedily up Robin's fleshy inner thigh, finally groping the lad’s stiffening cock and expertly rubbing his shaft until Dick’s member could no longer contain his appreciation for the Joker’s handiwork.
“And my, my… What an impressive woodpecker, Robin!... I’ve known donkeys who'd be envious… And Batman has never stroked that big, impressive cock of yours?... Ever?!... Does he even know what an amazingly hung stud you are, Cock Wonder?!”
“… No.”
“But I’ll bet your cock is even bigger than his, isn’t it?”
“… Yes.”
The Joker chuckled low and hoarse.
“And that’s why you’re not winning this fun game of yours, Boy-Wonderful… Your big, thick playing piece is getting in the way of your final victory, my boy… You’re scaring the other player… But I’ll make you a deal, Robin… Since we’re such good friends now… I’ll let you finally slide that massive cock of yours up Batman’s pretentious stiff ass when I capture him… But first, you have to tell me the truth, Stud Wonder… Do you really want to fuck Batman’s pompous arse or are you just leading me down the old garden path here?”
“… I want to fuck Batman.”
The Joker roared with laughter as he laboured to free Dick’s erect penis from beneath his tights, continuing to stroke its incredible length with a deft hand while chuckling in appreciation. Working Robin’s throbbing cock, the clown happily gazed into Dick’s blue eyes and then winked.
“So, you want to fuck Batman, do you?... That makes two of us then!… Guess you’ll just have to get my sloppy seconds, Junior!”
As the Joker jerked Dick’s hardened shaft, Robin gasped in unexpected pleasure, silently cursing his teenage hormones. Fuck, why was this happening to him?! Why was he getting so turned on by this madman? Under the Joker’s caress, his foot-long cock was now starting to push into his sternum, begging for more than just a handjob.
His rapidly fading intellect suspected that the evil clown was more of a sexual predator than a homosexual, deriving sadistic pleasure from the domination of his victims, male or female… But Robin’s huge, pulsating cock didn’t seem to give a damn what his guilt-ridden brain was droning on about anymore.
It was just happy to finally be getting a little action.
In fact, it wasn’t until Robin heard the distinctive click of the Joker’s switchblade that Dick’s raging teenaged hormones finally receded enough to allow him to come back to his senses. The lad stared helplessly at the surgically-sharp blade in wide-eyed terror.
The Joker sighed in mock frustration as he waved the deadly knife around in front of the teenager’s eyes.
“Don’t be such a frightened sissy, Robin… Didn’t you ever consider the possibility that I could simply cut all these ropes and then just let you go?”
“No, not really.”
“Kids… So negative these days… But alright, have it your way then... But first, let’s get rid of this obstacle, shall we? I just hate it when things get in the way…”
Dick squirmed in anxious panic as he realized that the Joker was bringing the gleaming razor-sharp blade downwards, closer to his stiff, liberated penis… The boy involuntarily closed his eyes in unimaginable horror as the mad clown made two deliberate cuts between his legs…
Slicing the fabric of his green shorts.
A happy Joker delightfully dangled the liberated emerald shorts in front of the boy’s pale face as beads of perspiration poured down from young Robin’s forehead into his mask. That could have just as easily been his severed penis the Joker was waving around in front of him…
“Won’t be needing these anymore!”
Dick watched nervously as the madman casually tossed his shorts to the side before suddenly rubbing his chin as though in deep thought.
“Say… while I have you here, Ploy Wonder… There’s this new recipe that I’ve been dying for some poor sap… err… I mean ‘guest’ to try out… So just sit tight while I go grab it from the fridge… Made it myself!”
As the Joker neared the doorway, he suddenly spun around, once again facing a helpless Dick.
“Now don’t go anywhere while I’m away, young man... And no peaking!”
Dick nervously shook his head back-and-forth to indicate he wasn’t going anywhere. He doubted that even the great Harry Houdini could have freed himself from this trap! There had to be at least a hundred feet of tight rope coiled around him with his hands secured behind his back.
Within seconds, the Joker returned carrying what appeared to be a tinfoil-plate cream pie. This creamy pie reminded Dick of the kind that comedians would often shove into each others face for a cheap laugh. But Robin knew far too well that if a pie had been made by the Joker, any laugh it might provoke could also be your last...
And now the Joker proudly held that pie directly in front of Dick’s nervous face.
“A brand new recipe, Boy Hostage!... I really think I’ve got a shot at the Blue Ribbon this year... Why don’t you have a little taste and then tell me what you think, Robin... Oh wait, silly me, I forgot… You’re completely tied up!… Fine, I’ll just have to feed it to you then.”
Dick was expecting the old pie-in-the-face gag... but it didn’t happen. Instead, he watched in a mixture of fear and fascination as the madman quickly fumbled with his belt and pants using his free hand while holding the pie with the other. As the unbuckled purple trousers finally tumbled down around the Joker’s pale ankles, the crisp pair of white boxer shorts he wore were suddenly revealed in all their ludicrous glory to an astounded Dick.
The Joker suddenly stopped, as though he had just remembered some important detail… Something he had previously overlooked. Standing quietly with the pie still in hand, the Clown Prince of Crime slowly peered down at his ridiculous undergarments while poor Robin stared on in discomfort.
They were decorated with pink hearts and teddy bears.
“Oh… Heh… Forgot about those… Well gosh, I guess my secret’s out now... You see kid, the whole trick to being funny... It's all in the underwear… They just gotta be silly!... Or was that ‘frilly’?... No, I’m pretty sure it was ‘silly’… Whatever… So long as they’re comfortable, who really gives a damn, right?... But anyways… Let’s just keep this between us, alright?... Trade secret.”
Dick was in the presence of madness.
As the crazed comedian pulled down his hearts-and-bears boxers, Robin was shocked to discover that all of the Joker’s hair was green. Even the clown’s pubic hair was a bright shade of green while his long and slender penis was as chalky white as the rest of his bleached skin.
But what happened next shocked the Boy Wonder even more… When the Joker brought the pie up to his pelvis and then used his hand to take hold of his long, white penis and then plunge it deep into the pie’s creamy, custard filling.
“Whew!… Damn that’s chilly!... Almost as cold as Batman’s heart!... I’ll just swish it around a little, mix up the ingredients here…”
The deranged clown finally dropped the pie on the floor and then presented his meringue-and-custard covered shaft to Dick’s traumatized mouth. Dick could smell the sweetness of the pie coating the pale penis being held just below his nose.
“Go on, Boy Wonder… Have a little taste.”
Dick watched with wide eyes as cream began to run down the Joker’s long, hard shaft as its engorged head now rested only two inches away from his mouth, beckoning to him to sample the clown’s culinary wares. But whether from fear or loyalty, Robin couldn’t bring himself to open his trembling lips to receive the Joker’s cocky delights.
However, the clown was quickly losing patience with him.
“While I stand here - being so gracious with my dick covered in pie - I’m reminded of the story of how I once carved a smile into this fat banker’s face... Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, Robin... No?... Well, I severed the jaw muscles on either side of his flabby little face so that he was soon grinning from ear-to-ear… I always leave them smiling, y’know… Then I spent a week watching him slowly starve to death in a cage… I think he was glad to finally lose the weight actually!... Honestly, he looked fantastic by the end of it!”
A shocked Dick took the obvious hint and obediently parted his lips while the Joker slid his pie-covered penis deep into Dick’s open mouth, causing the boy to choke back his gag reflex while the eager Joker took handfuls of his hair to further push his lengthy cock down young Robin’s throat.
“That’s a boy… Get a good taste!... Tongue it… I want my cock nice-and-clean… Now, tell me what you think... Did you like it?”
Dick gasped for air as the Joker finally pulled his long, slick shaft out of his besieged mouth. What he honestly thought was that he was lucky to be alive. Robin had been expecting Joker toxin, waiting for the uncontrollable muscle contractions to seize his jaw to contort his face into one final smile before he perished…
But instead, he was left with the strange taste of coconut cream and… Dick ran his tongue around the insides of his mouth to determine the second ingredient… Petroleum jelly?!... He coughed out a reply as the grinning clown awaited like an anxious contestant at a Sunday county fair.
“It’s awful… and sweet.”
The Joker snapped his fingers and pointed directly at Dick, elated by his sincere reply.
“Exactly! You’ve nailed it! You really get me… This pie sums up my entire criminal existence, Boy Plundered… Sweet… and yet… misunderstood… That careful blend of coconut cream, Vaseline and a few dead flies which gives it that… je ne sais quoi.”
Dick resisted the sudden urge to vomit.
“Oh look, I think you missed a spot.”
Without waiting for an acknowledgement, the Joker once again plunged his long white cock back into Dick’s wet and greasy mouth as Robin obediently wrapped his lips and tongue around its shaft. He tried to pretend it was Bruce’s cock now in his mouth, to make it easier… but it wasn’t.
It was all wrong. He was being forced to give a blowjob to Batman’s mortal enemy, a deranged lunatic who had killed and tortured dozens of people, but Dick was now powerless to stop him. He closed his tear-soaked eyes and sucked on the Joker’s lengthy, hot meaty flesh until it was finally pushed all the way down his throat while strange green pubic hairs brushed against his lips with every thrust.
“Not bad, Blow-Job Wonder… Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“…Mmmnnn.”
“Shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, Robin... Seriously, doesn’t Batman teach you anything?!”
Dick heard the cackling laughter from above as the Joker continued to forcibly slide his smooth cock back-and-forth across Robin’s tight, wet mouth which resulted in slurping sounds. There was a dark side of Richard that whispered that he deserved to be treated like this, that this was the just punishment for what he’d allowed to happen to his parents six years ago. He had played a dangerous game and lost… And now he must face the consequences he had earned.
The Joker finally finished laughing in order to pose another question while Robin softly moaned.
“I’m sorry, did you just say something, dear boy?”
“…Mmmnnn!”
“What’s that you say? You want it up the ass?! Gosh, I don’t know… I suppose I could fuck you… You’re a cute kid and all… But… I mean... What would Batman say?!”
“…Mmmnnn!”
“He wants it up the ass too?!... Oh dear!... I suppose a serious ass-fucking would do him some good… But old Bats will just have to wait in line... After all Butt Wonder, you were here first...”
Dick gasped deeply while tears ran down his face when the Joker withdrew his long, lean cock out of the boy’s tender mouth and then roughly seized Robin's shoulders with a powerful grip, suddenly pulling the tied-up lad up off the couch and to a standing position. An unsteady Dick teetered on bound feet – threatening to simply topple over - before being violently spun around and then cruelly shoved face-first back into the couch…
He crumpled like a cheap tent - bent over with his helpless butt now sticking up in the air.
Dick flinched as the Joker's hands seized the tights over his exposed ass and tore them wide open at the seam. What little protection they had afforded him was now lost. There was nothing between his wide-open virgin anus and the Joker’s big, hard cock. As Dick’s face became further embedded into the creases of the dirty sofa, he had never felt so vulnerable or helpless as he did now… Oh God, where was Bruce?! He didn't want to be ass-fucked by this clown!
“And now… for the Grand Finale!!! Ladies and Gentlemen… If I could draw your attention to the Center Ring and to this lad’s fine ass… Maestro, drum roll please…”
Richard tensed his butt muscles as tight as he could, waiting for the inevitable moment when the Joker would enter him, plunging that long, white, saliva-moistened shaft deep into his tensed asshole. He was going to lose his virginity to a clown...
Dick yelped as he felt the unexpected cold and slimy contents of the coconut-cream and Vaseline pie being suddenly slammed against his naked rear.
The Joker had just pied him in the ass.
“Oooh Hooo Hooo! That gag never gets old!... Well, now that we’ve set the mood…”
Robin gasped as the mad clown suddenly forced his hard pecker deep into Dick’s tight ass, inadvertently using the Vaseline of the pie as lubricant. As hard as Dick clenched his cheeks, he couldn’t manage to keep the clown’s massive cock from painfully defiling him, sending his widening rectum into an explosion of agony as the Joker mercilessly buried his entire shaft deep into Dick’s tiny hole on his very first thrust.
“Mmm… I do love me some virgin ass!!!”
Robin felt the madman clamp his hands onto either side of his hips as the Joker started to pound his greasy cock mercilessly into Dick’s creamy ass, slamming against his young butt cheeks with every crazed thrust. This was not the act of love he had fantasized about with Bruce for so long now. He was being ass-fucked, plain and simple...
And it hurt.
“I just can’t believe old Bats hasn’t had a little piece of this!... I mean, you’ve got one Hell of a sweet little ass, Boy Plundered!... The kind of tight, little ass that makes any red-blooded man want to bend you over and try it out for himself… That ass was just begging for cock!”
Dick moaned helplessly as the Joker continued to plough into his enflamed anus. He finally started to feel his burning rectum begin to loosen a little.
“But not your Batman, no Siree!... He won't give a boy a bone... And our poor little Robin’s cast his worm into those dark waters so many times now… And not even a nibble... Or suckle… Nothing… Nada… Zilch… You don’t suppose… gasp!... You don’t suppose that the Batman may actually be straight!”
The Joker’s derisive laughter hurt Richard almost as much as the anal sex. Dick knew the deranged clown believed that young Robin must be a delusional fool, that the noble Batman – the Stalwart Champion of Justice and the Joker’s Antithesis - could never love a man like that. In the Joker’s warped mind, Batman could never be gay.
But Dick knew that Bruce couldn’t be straight either. He just couldn’t… All the evidence was pointing to Dick’s mentor as a latent homosexual… A man unable to face his own sexuality… Not that the Joker would ever care about Dick's opinion.
“But as for me, Boy Delusional… I’ve got no qualms when it comes to fucking your cute little ass… And you like my big, nasty cock in your ass, don’t you Cutie?... Go ahead… Tell me that you like my big… nasty… cock.”
What had started off as pain was now turning to pleasure. Although the Joker was fucking him mercilessly, Robin had fantasized about a big hard cock in his ass for years now. And now Dick was bound and helpless, forced into taking the Joker’s long, stiff cock deep inside him, he found he liked it. He'd been forced to endure the powerful, consistent slamming back-and-forth into his horny, young ass... Forced to endure the frantic fucking of his tight little virgin ass like he was some whore... Fucking him the way he had dreamed of being fucked.
His only regret was that Bruce hadn’t gotten there first.
“I… Uhgh … Like… Your… Uhgh… Big…. Nasty…. Uhgh… Cock.”
“Good boy… Now tell me, where do you like my big, nasty cock?”
“I… Uhgh … Like… It… Uhgh… In… Uhgh… My… Uhgh… Tight… Ass.”
He wasn’t lying. The Joker’s lengthy shaft was now beginning to invoke a pleasurable sensation in him as it slid it in-and-out of Dick’s hot, creamy ass. He had wanted to be claimed by Bruce for so long now… But it had been the well-hung clown who was claiming his virginity and fucking him senseless. Fucking him with that big, white cock. A well-hung clown who was making him his little boy-bitch.
“Now… Tell me you love it.”
“Uhgh … I… love… Uhgh… your… big… Uhgh … nasty… cock… Uhgh … in… my… tight… Uhgh … asshole.”
“I know you love it, you little slut. You love my big cock. You're going to worship my big cock. Now... Say you want me to fuck you even harder.”
“Fuck… Uhgh… me… Uhgh… harder!”
“Y’know kid, the Batman never really wanted you… Not like I want you... So I’m going to do you a favour… You’re going to be my little bitch... And we’re going to have such fun together!... I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked and then you’re going to worship my big, fun cock like it deserves to be worshipped… We're going to be a team and show them something they'll never forget!... Now, be a good little boy and say that you loved my pie.”
“I… Uhgh … loved… Uhgh … your… Uhgh… pie.”
The Joker suddenly stopped with his cock still buried deep inside of Dick.
“Jesus, kid! What’s wrong with you?! There were dead flies in that pie for Christ’s sake!”
Over the sudden peels of raucous laughter from behind him, Dick finally felt the clown’s embedded cock stiffen and spill its hot, sticky load deep into his virgin ass.
The Joker continued to guffaw and chuckle over his little joke as he finally slid ten inches of satiated cock out of Robin's throbbing sphincter.
A tearful Boy Wonder quietly understood now that the joke would always be on him. The Joker had just popped his cherry and he had liked it.
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