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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.

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Chapter Sixteen:

The Last Days of Robin the Boy Wonder – Part Three
As a motionless Robin stood alone - surrounded by darkness and awaiting for the curtain's imminent rise to begin Scene Two - his desperate mind reached out for some means of escape to his perilous situation... Firstly, he was on his own and over a hundred criminals were seated just beyond the fallen curtain. A bound-and-gagged Daniel Redcliffe was still being held hostage by two hardened gunmen just offstage. There were at least four other armed goons wandering around backstage behind him.
Dick had no idea how close Batman or the Police were to finally locating him. And even if they did, the audience beyond that thick curtain consisted of a small army of brutal criminals, each of them most likely armed… A blood bath.
Robin shivered in desperation. As the lad had became more aware of his deadly situation, Dick began to be gripped by cold fear, realizing how close he was to becoming yet another victim of the Joker’s cruel madness. The odds of him escaping right now were virtually nonexistent. If the Police did arrive though, he had formulated a plan. Dick’s priority would be to take out the two men guarding Daniel and try to get the boy to safety before the bullets started flying.
He had to cling to hope and be ready…
But a part of him knew that there was no hope... The Police could not save him.
The Joker was bound to have the exits guarded and lookouts posted. The clown was crazy, not stupid. And even if the Police did arrive, Dick would probably be the last to know. Once the gig was up, there was no real reason for the Joker to keep either him or Daniel alive. That wasn’t the clown’s style…
For now, Dick just had to keep surviving. Batman would find him.
He had to find him.
In the faded stage light of backstage, Robin attempted to make out the props of Scene Two… A large padded sofa and loveseat were behind him and there was an ugly area rug under the three-inch high heels he was currently wearing. Robin squinted to examine the artwork on a fake wall behind him… A large painting of the Boy Wonder dressed in drag standing next to a smiling Joker dressed as a farmer.
Almost a modern-day ‘American Gothic’…
His train of thought became instantly derailed when the curtain rose, revealing Dick alone on stage with still no idea of what would happen to him next... His mind raced with a dozen lethal possibilities… Would the Joker murder him for a cheap laugh in front of these men?... Would he be executed for his ‘crimes’ of defending Gotham from these corrupt men?... Or would his mask be ripped off and his secret identity revealed to Gotham’s underworld?
For now, all he could do was stand there in shiny heels, draped in black nylons, a chequered mini-skirt, red blouse, green scarf and his signature domino mask and plan. If the clown did mean to end him, Robin knew that he would die fighting at least. No matter how badly the odds may have been stacked against him, he’d get at least one good one in.
Once the curtain fully rose and the spotlights snapped on his solitary figure in the center of the stage, the all-male audience suddenly yelled and whistled at the sight of Dick-in-drag, raucous cat-calls and lewd whistling soon following. Again, Richard felt the anxious heat of his teenage embarrassment rising to his smooth cheeks as he stood there in heels, nylons and a mini-skirt while the coarse criminals of Gotham yelled out for him to ‘bend over’ or ‘show them his tits’...
As bad as that was, it got worse.
“Hey Luuucceeeeee!!! I’m home!”
The insane, white-skinned author of this unsettling work of exploitation proudly strutted onstage, now dressed in his familiar purple-and-orange zoot-suit, spreading his arms wide to an adoring audience before bowing amidst a deafening chorus of cheers and applause. After all, the Joker had earned it... He had bagged Robin, the Boy Wonder. His trophy was now proudly on display beside him, dressed up like a hot, little slut.
The confident clown patted Dick’s taut, mini-skirted ass before continuing.
“Miss me, sweetie?... I know you must have, you little whore… You must have spent the whole day just lazing around here and dreaming about my big cock again, didn’t you?... Because what else could you have done, you good-for-nothing slut?... Not a stitch of housework… again… And would a little dinner be too much to ask for, baby?... I’m fucking wasting away from hunger here!”
As the Joker audibly sighed, he quietly glanced at Robin with that familiar hint of cruelty flashing across his hardened eyes - causing an uneasy Robin to nod his head up-and-down in quick agreement. This must have been the ‘follow along’ part of his script.
The clown slowly looked around the crumbling stage in mock disgust before narrowing his glare back to the effeminate Boy Wonder once again.
“Robin, Robin, Robin… I give you such nice things… New clothes… A place to stay… My huge dick up your ass… Is it too much to ask that you show me a little respect?... I work very hard all day… Trying to make this lousy city fun again… I’d just like you to appreciate what I do for you... Is that too much to ask?”
Robin was still obediently nodding his head up-and-down when the Joker’s slap caught him square across the face and almost knocked him over. Dick had barely seen the Joker’s hand streak through the air before it slammed into his left cheek with a thundering smack, causing the crowd to gasp…
And then cheer.
As Robin hunched over in the spotlight and cradled his stinging cheek, the Joker play-acted sympathy for the huddled teen, feigning an abusive lover’s grief.
“Oh Geez… I’m really sorry, honey… I didn’t mean to hit you… It’s just that things have been tough for me lately… Money troubles, you know… I’d never hurt you unless you really deserved it… You know that, right?... I just need you to be a big girl and help out around the house… You forgive me, don’t you baby?”
“… Sure.”
As Dick softly spoke that one-word reply while holding his burning cheek, the Joker suddenly reached out and grabbed tight fistfuls of his hair - forcing a yelping Robin down to his knees, coming to a rest directly in front of the clown’s bulging crotch.
“What did I tell you about talking, baby?!... If you’re going to use your mouth, for the love of Pete, at least put it to good use... Nobody really cares about what you have to say anyways... AM I RIGHT, FELLAS?!”
A loud yell of approval from the cheering audience followed the Joker’s shout-out. No, they weren’t hear to listen to Robin speak. They were here to see him hurt.
Dick watched in horror as the Joker suddenly reached down and unfastened his purple pants - carefully extracting his long, white shaft out of the fresh opening now only mere inches away from Richard’s widened eyes. Dick’s nose was abruptly assaulted by the strong, pungent odours of his previous anal dominations at the hands of this insatiable clown. Clearly, the Joker hadn’t bothered to shower since Robin had been captured…
“Suck it.”
The usual wit was suddenly absent from the lunatic’s voice now… This was a simple and direct command with very obvious consequences should his teenage captive fail to obey. Dick could sense the excited anticipation of the enthralled audience as they waited for him to place his lipstick-stained mouth around the Joker’s offered cock and do exactly what he had been told.
And he had no other choice.
To vulgar yells and whoops of delight from the lewd spectators below, Dick slowly took the pale, foul-tasting shaft into his mouth, curling his tongue obediently around its head while he felt the Joker’s penis instantly stiffen into his hot mouth. With a single thrust, the clown shoved its entire length down Robin’s throat, bringing unseen tears to the boy’s eyes as Dick fought against his natural reflex to gag or choke.
To no one’s surprise, the Joker had only cared about one person’s pleasure… his own.
“Now, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted, my dear… Money troubles… That’s why I’m so upset… But it’s really all your fault anyways… You tried to make me into an honest man, baby… I invested all my ill-gotten gains in a very promising whoopee-cushion factory in Taiwan… To give you that fun life you’ve always dreamed of… But our dreams of fabricated flatulence have all gone flat!”
It was strange to hear women’s voices mixed into the recording of the canned laughter offstage… There were obviously no females present in the audience. Only hardened, desperate men who relished in the sight of the Boy Wonder being forced to suck the mad arch-criminal’s long, white cock.
“I’m afraid we’re broke, baby… Bust… Bankrupt… Insolvent… Destitute… But I’ve got big plans for you!… I think it’s high time you started earning your keep around here, little Robin… I’ve been talking to an old friend of mine and he’s willing to invest in an avant-garde production… Featuring you, darling!... He wants to make you a star… But first, he’d like to sample the merchandise… A little honey to sweeten the money pot, so to speak… So I figured, what the Hell?... You always were such a little fuck-slut anyways… What’s one more cock in the flock?”
It was impossible for Robin to respond with a mouthful of bleached cock sliding back-and-forth his moist lips. The Joker continued to brutally throat-fuck him until Dick finally heard the sound of a doorbell being played on the speakers which caused the abuse to pause. The Joker playfully put a hand to his ear and then finally pulled his lengthy shaft out of Robin’s besieged mouth, tucking it back into his pants.
“Ah, that must be him now!... Now hurry and fix yourself up, my dear! You look like Hell.”
With difficulty, Dick stood up and took a deep breath, struggling to follow the Joker’s every move into the darkness offstage. The entire audience also seemed to be holding their breath in shared anticipation as the clown finally reappeared with a tall man dressed in a green and purple suit…
The Riddler.
The Prince of Puzzles walked happily along with the Clown Prince of Crime onto the stage, two of Gotham’s most powerful arch-criminals swaggering upon a dilapidated floor before a theatre full of their admiring peers. There was almost a hushed reverence from the crowd before thunderous applause echoed from the condemned theatre walls.
Dick cautiously eyed the new arrival who jauntily twirled his walking cane around in the air before gleefully siding up to a nervous Dick. How many times had Batman and Robin foiled the Riddler’s clever criminal capers?... Did the Riddler want revenge on the Boy Wonder?... Did he plan on beating him to death with that cane?
The Riddler examined Dick carefully and then smiled.
“My God, you clever clown… It really is him!”
Standing at the back, the constantly smiling Joker put a hand on the Riddler’s shoulder as they both stared enthusiastically at the captured teenager.
“Of course it is, my question-loving companion… Eddie, may I present you Robin the Boy Wonder… In the supple flesh!”
Dick watched apprehensively as the Riddler’s eyes mentally undressed him, the criminal’s lusty intentions becoming painfully evident. The King of Conundrums licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly walked around the lad, appraising Dick’s tight ass and shapely legs. Richard nervously folded his arms and stared down at the stage, uncomfortable with the shocking transaction now taking place before him… It was clear that the Riddler had paid the Joker a great deal of money to have sex with Robin. Dick knew that the clown had recently escaped from Arkham and must have required cash…
Christ, it wasn’t bad enough that poor Dick had already been raped by one demented super-villain, but now he was being pimped out to another!
The Joker suddenly caught Dick’s attention with that icy cold stare - letting the lad know that there would be deadly consequences if he didn’t play along and keep the Riddler happy…
“Aw, look at that… She’s playing shy, Eddie… I guess you’ll just have to warm her up a little.”
As Robin submissively unfolded his arms, the Riddler suddenly moved directly in front of him – clearly a full five inches taller than Dick. Richard looked up and was held in the intense gaze of the lusty criminal, attempting to prepare himself for the older man’s next move when the Riddler unexpectedly locked his lips onto Richard’s own in a powerful kiss.
Dick felt the Riddler’s tongue push into his mouth, swirling around with his own tongue, creating a strange sensation of pleasure as the arch-criminal held him tightly in his arms. There was a taste of peppermint in his passionate mouth…
Oh God, it was Dick’s first real kiss... The same kiss that Dick had hoped Bruce would have claimed from him on countless nights. The kiss that revealed the depths of his need and desire. The kiss that broke down his defences and begged for his burning love in return.
Dick quite liked the sensation, even if the partner left something to be desired in the boyfriend department. Robin felt the older man’s hands pull him even tighter as his own rebellious tongue joined in the dance of delight and his massive cock began to stir at the Riddler’s passionate kiss.
As the masked criminal finally pulled his mouth away from Dick’s trembling lips, the older man slid his cheek against the lad’s ear, whispering tender words meant only for the Boy Wonder to hear.
“I’ve always wanted you.”
To emphasize his desire, Dick felt the Riddler’s hands frantically groping his ass through the mini-skirt before lifting up its fabric and then taking hold of his tight pantyhose. Once again the Riddler’s lips locked onto Richard’s as their tongues entwined into a passionate coiling of pleasure. Dick felt his own arms naturally going around the Riddler’s slim shoulders in a shared embrace.
Actually, this kissing wasn’t so bad… But as always, the Joker had other plans for him.
“Oh, she does more than just kiss you know… Robin, show the nice man your other oral talent.”
The clown would never allow Robin even the slightest reprieve, especially when the Riddler was content to properly seduce him. Dick pulled his tingling lips away from the taller man and slowly lowered himself down to his crotch, amazed by the large bulge he found waiting for him there.
There was certainly no riddle as to what was causing that.
As Robin undid and lowered the plum pants and crisp, white briefs, he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of a normal penis. It was big, but it wasn’t the long, white stiletto that the Joker had defiled him with so often. This was a man’s cock, thick and fleshy, throbbing in anticipation for Robin’s touch.
Dick found himself attracted to the Riddler’s powerful hard-on, running his tongue slowly along the eight inches of enthusiastic erection while the appreciative man let out a low moan of pure ecstasy above him. Dick felt a new sense of power as he was allowed to tease the Riddler’s rock-hard cock with his hands and mouth instead of just having it rammed down his throat. He was allowed to play.
This was closer to the image of sex he had always imagined with Bruce.
The Prince of Puzzles squirmed in ecstasy as Robin sucked, licked and stroked his thick appendage. Maybe this tall, slender criminal actually had fantasized about Robin over countless nights in a jail cell and now his dreams were finally being fulfilled.
It was then that Dick grasped onto a slim hope…
He could gain an ally.
Batman had always surmised that the Riddler’s only true motivation was his intellectual ego. The man was an academic narcissist but not necessarily a violent criminal. Edward Nigma had always consider himself the most intelligent man in the room and needed to be acknowledged as such. His crimes had been a cry both for acknowledgment and help.
But he wasn’t truly evil or violent.
It was doubtful that the Riddler would go against the evil clown directly, but perhaps the arch-criminal could intervene on the boy’s behalf. If Dick could convince the Riddler that he had feelings for him as well, then his chances of surviving this Hell might improve... at least until Batman showed up. There were no guarantees, but it was all he had right now.
As Robin opened wide and took the thick cock deeper into his eager mouth, he suddenly looked up with wide, innocent blue eyes that silently spoke ‘please help me’ to the man staring down at him. The abrupt gasp and sudden tension from the criminal told him that he had broken through. He had caused the arch-criminal to fall for him.
When Dick took the man’s full length into his mouth, he gave the appreciative Riddler every pleasure he could imagine, blowing the older man’s meaty cock for all he was worth while gently caressing and tonguing his large balls. The lad knew the Riddler was clever enough to imagine the sort of agony that the clown had inflicted on him over the past days and comprehend his passionate plea for help.
Now the only question was…
Did Nigma care enough to do anything about it?
As Robin continued to passionately lick, suck, caress and tongue every inch of the Riddler’s thick cock and dangling balls, he was taken by surprise when the Joker unexpectedly took hold of his slim hips from behind. The clown guided Robin’s ass upwards so that Dick was now standing unsteadily in his heels, his mouth still wrapped around the Riddler’s moist shaft while the rest of him was bent over.
Richard suddenly felt the Joker’s long cock being forced into his tight ass through the hole in the crotchless pantyhose as the clown dug his long fingers into Dick’s hips for better leverage. There were rowdy shouts of encouragement and guttural whoops from the cheering audience as the Joker happily pushed his dick fully into the teenager’s tiny hole, in turn forcing the Riddler’s cock deeper into Robin’s moist throat on the other end.
As the Joker repeatedly plunged his long shaft into Robin’s ravaged rectum at a frantic pace, the young man almost gagged on the Riddler’s broad length which was continually being forced down his throat, causing him to make wet, guttural sounds for air as he became a human sandwich between these two meaty cocks.
Dick couldn’t see it, but the Joker was now waving his cowboy hat in the air while mercilessly ass-fucking him like some fervent jack rabbit.
“Woo-Wee! Ride ‘em cowboy! Get along little doggies!”
It wasn’t just canned laughter anymore… They really were laughing at him. Laughing boisterously as he struggled for breath while taking the opposing cocks of two of Gotham’s most notorious criminals orally and anally for the crowd’s sick amusement. They laughed at his pain.
At the sound of their cruel laughter, his young world came crashing down around him.
It was over. Robin had been broken…
The years of training, the education and almost unbearable hardships of becoming one-half of the dynamic duo… was now lost. He could never… would never… be Robin again. The identity of the Boy Wonder would never survive.
Dressed like a woman and fucked onstage like a little whore was a place you couldn’t come back from. Happily sucking the Riddler’s thick cock after having been defiled by the clown more times than he cared to remember would be his epitaph. There were at least a hundred criminals watching and this was the image of him they would always remember…
The night the Boy Wonder took it onstage like some little cock-whore.
How many times would this infamous night be repeated in seedy bars and prison cells? How many times would the bastards smirk while they recounted every thrust, every moan, every whimper of the night Robin the Boy Wonder was raped?
He had no right to call himself Batman’s partner anymore… How could he even face Bruce after this? What criminal would ever take him seriously again? They’d just laugh at him like they were laughing now…
So in his own sick and twisted way, the Joker had succeeded…
He had turned Robin into nothing more than a joke.
As Richard Grayson began to go limp from the despair of his crime-fighting world ending, he heard the Riddler happily call out above him…
“Riddle me this, Joker… When does one victory result in two champions?”
Dick no longer cared about any of it anymore. After a brief pause, he heard the Joker's reply.
“…When it’s a tag team match!”
There was a gleeful high-fiving of hands directly above his back as the two grinning felons pulled their hard cocks out of him and exchanged places. As they did, Robin made the mistake of glancing over at the crowd…
Many of the men had already freed their stiff cocks from their pants, happily beating off to the spectacle onstage as though it were some common sex show from one of Gotham’s more notorious red-light clubs.
As the Joker plunged his greasy white shaft back into Dick's throat once more, Robin winced as he felt the Riddler’s thick cock being slowly pushed into his tight ass from the other end. The clown’s penis was a good ten-inches long, but it was also lean. It had never stretched his poor ass like this!
“Oh my God! That’s a hot, tight little ass!”
To accommodate the extra girth of the Riddler’s cock, Dick’s sphincter was being stretched to its breaking point. The spit-lubricated shaft of the self-proclaimed genius of crime was being slowly forced into Dick’s already assaulted hole, making the teenager’s eyes water as he was forced to grip the Joker for support.
Dick couldn’t prevent himself from making a sound that was a mix of moan and scream as the Riddler pushed his tip past Dick’s burning sphincter. It may have been Richard’s imagination, but the Joker’s own shaft seemed to go a little limp in his mouth as his masked associate continued to push his big, meaty cock deeper into Dick’s tight ass.
“Of fuck… This ass is so fucking nice… This is just like butter!”
Now fully inside of the Boy Wonder, the Riddler had quickened his pace, pushing against Dick’s backside as Robin attempted to remain upright. He’d been fucked by the Joker, but never like this! He felt his own cock begin to stiffen as the Riddler almost lifted Dick straight out of his high heels with that massive hard-on…
Christ, had the man’s cock actually gotten bigger inside him?!
Dick could no longer contain his involuntary groans each time the Riddler pounded his meat stick deep into him, using all his control not to clamp down onto the clown’s withering shaft still poised in his mouth. Perhaps for his own safety, the Joker pulled his pale cock out of Dick’s throat and revived it back to life with his hands, beginning to whack himself off.
Dick braced his own hands on his shaking knees to prevent himself from toppling over.
The Riddler was now balls-deep in the teenager’s ass, fucking him for all he was worth. It shouldn’t have felt this damned good, the ex-con’s big, powerful cock almost splitting him in two with each purposeful, deep thrust.
As much as Dick was now enjoying that thick cock deep in his ass, he could tell from the Riddler’s own gasping moans of pleasure that the arch-criminal was enjoying Dick’s tight ass even more…
“Of fuck… I’m going to cum!!!”
Robin suddenly felt the explosion of the man’s gushing semen deep inside him and then the spastic shuddering of the Riddler’s weakened legs coupled against his sweat-soaked nylons. The weary mastermind of crime bent over and embraced the lithe teenager, gently sighing his orgasmic pleasure into Dick’s hot ear.
“Best… fuck… ever.”
Meanwhile, the clown’s breathing had quickened as the Joker had continued to frantically stroke his long, spit-shined shaft in front of Robin’s face until his own pale cock exploded - spilling hot cum all over Dick’s face and mask until the madman placed it back into Dick’s breathless mouth to lick clean.
“Look baby! I got you a pearl necklace!... Hoo hoo hoo!”
The Joker’s mad chuckling seemed further away to Dick now - as the taste of the clown’s vile semen faded to nothing more than a thick moisture in his dry mouth. When the Riddler finally pulled his softening cock out of Dick’s throbbing ass and then released him, Dick felt his legs buckle and his senses became foggy…
Without the Riddler’s support, the Boy Wonder tumbled softly to his knees and then collapsed onto his side. Everything was so blurry now… His sidelong view from the hard stage floor of the enthusiastic standing ovation grew cloudier as Dick watched the Riddler and the Joker - towering like shadowy giants above him - taking a final bow to their adoring audience…
Their greatest performance.
The encroaching darkness surrounding Dick’s peripheral vision spread quickly inwards until he could no longer keep his heavy eyelids open - or hear the roaring cheer and ovations of a hundred hardened criminals, mercifully fading once more into a blissful unconsciousness from the unseen tranquilizers he’d been covertly dosed with moments ago.
Amongst this thunderous applause from these men with blackened hearts, the final curtain set on the storied career of Robin the Boy Wonder.
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