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Batgirl's Uptown Affairs Part 1	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Barbara Gordon ambled along the sparsely populated beach soaking in the warmth of the late-June day. She, too, had chosen to take a respite from the bustle of Gotham and piece back together her personal affairs. Attired in a rousing one piece she attracted more than casual glances from the intermittent men she passed by. The suit’s single cloth was intended to provide a modest exhibit of her toned body but the highly cut hips and ampleness of her bosom provoked a more daring display. Gotham had been beset by a cool spring so the burst of the sunshine felt invigorating on her skin which was prone to freckling but she was careful to wear plenty of sun block, especially on her face, and wore a broad brimmed hat for extra protection. The sun posed unusual problems for a superhero. A bad burn could compromise a night of crime fighting and despite the coverage of her costume a suntanned face could betray her secret identity.
                Intense introspection made her oblivious to the lusty stares that she seemed to magnetize as she strolled. On one hand she wasn’t sure why she was so upset. She knew the relationship wasn’t working and his faithfulness was always in question. He had a brooding defense that she could never penetrate. It made him attractive but it also made him impossible. A few nights earlier she rehearsed ending it but now that it was over (at least in her mind) she felt a sense of loss. Maybe it wasn’t the person but the myth and the fantasy. She had long thought she outgrew the schoolgirl crush but he represented something more. He was the hope that after her mother’s murder and father’s parenting by proxy that there was someone for her. Now it was another dream shattered.
                She had recently acquired a beach house that was a simple compared to the mansions dotting the coast but nestled in a nice patch of land. In the beach house that night Barbara’s restlessness beat out her melancholy. She decided to head to a local bar for a drink. Sitting alone she was deluged with men claiming to be her savior but she declined all of them. The attention was flattering but not what she needed. Eventually, the empty stool next to her beckoned another. However, this one stayed.
                He introduced himself but it was hardly necessary. Even though he lived on the other coast and was known as a recluse, being one of the richest men in the world kind of carried its own business card. He told Barbara he had been looking all over Gotham for her and announced with pleasure that he was glad he finally succeeded. His companionship touched all the right buttons as he made her laugh and forget. He also won her over when he told her his quest to find her was based on his desire to endow the Gotham library with books and computers.
                Lawrence Pierce (no junior or the third attached) was a self-made multi-billionaire who just happened to be more successful than Waynetech in arming the country with technology. Bruce hated him and that made him a tad more attractive in Barbara’s eyes. Physically, he could not compare. In fact, he was quite slight but his eye contact had an intensity that could stare down the toughest of foes. His interest in libraries was based on his love of books. He could converse fluently on a seemingly endless range of topics. It was an intimidating intellect.
                Barbara felt at ease with him and after several Chardonnays invited him back to her place for a nightcap. Once there they continued their literary dissertations and she showed him the armful of books she brought to read while on retreat. He admired her selection and, having read several of the books already, invited himself to discuss them with her once completed. ‘It wasn’t turning out to be such a bad night after all,’ thought Barbara.
                As the night wore on the physical distance between them dissolved. At first Barbara decided to let him make the first move but when he didn’t she took charge she took his glass from his hand and gently placed it on the center table in front of the sofa. Still completing his thought she put her finger to his mouth to indicate silence. She then kissed him softly on his lips and began to climb on top of him as she kissed his neck. Carefully, she unbuttoned his shirt only to find an undershirt beneath it. She motioned for him to remove his top as she reached behind her neck to untie the halter straps of the skirt she was wearing. He gazed at her breasts in wonder as if it was the first time he had graduated from National Geographic to the real thing. She place her hand under her left breast and offered it to him. He proved he was not totally clueless as he knowingly took it and began licking around the aureole with zeal. Moistening with the hardness in her nipple she slid down and began to unbuckle his pants. She felt the stiffness in his crotch but when unfolded his trousers and pulled down his briefs she was surprised to find out that the knob of hardness she felt wasn’t the beginning of his excitement but the end product. She tried not to be too disappointed. After all, size isn’t everything, she thought but his parcel definitely only required one stamp. It actually comforted her as she began to suck his small erection easily - taking him all the way in - that she would not have to endure gagging as she sometimes did with Bruce. She smiled as she thought that this was easier than taking on a lollipop. He lifted her head and began to speak. She was expecting that he was going to play the usual male card of apologizing for his size but he continued to surprise her.
                “Barbara, this is rushing things. Couldn’t we slow down?” he asked.
                “I’m sorry was I doing it wrong? Did I hurt you?” All of the sudden she was panicking about her limitations.
                “No, you were wonderful,” he assured her. “We will be seeing each other again because of the library so I don’t see a need not to let things nurture.”
                She was shocked by his purity. “Sure we can. But Lawrence, you’re so big right now (sometimes girls give false compliments without even thinking) won’t it hurt if I stop?”
                “Maybe you could use your hand,” he counter-offered and with that she tenderly began to stroke him. Because the width of her hand was the same size as his erection she had to use her thumb and forefinger to provide any form of movement up and down. He came rather quickly on his own stomach and Barbara ran to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe him off.
                   They spent the next day at her as well although he had to leave for a few hours to attend to some business affairs. She continued to find his company therapeutic to the funk that drove her out of Gotham. So healing was his company that when he suggested dinner in his upper Eastside townhouse in the City for the following night she accepted without hesitation.
                Alfred returned from his break to find the Wayne affairs in a confusing state of disarray. Bruce’s behavior was beyond unusual – it was bizarre. Always a generous man, he had taken to gifting many of his possessions to Miss Cerce and her cohorts. In fact, he was preparing to sign over a substantial portion of his estate to her. When he asked Bruce about his actions he replied drolly, “Why not, I like her and I want her to have it.” Fortunately, the legal structure of his massive wealth was so complex (so as to hide the expenditures to be Batman) that he could not unwind it too quickly.
                Alfred warned him, “Master Bruce, do you realize that if you continue this trend of unwarranted philanthropy that you risk exposing your other life to Miss Cerce?” Bruce just shrugged his shoulders and left the room without further comment.
                Alfred determined he had to enlist others to stem the bleeding of the Wayne fortune. He first called Barbara. He outlined the peculiar behavior and added that he walked around as if in a daze and hadn’t been out on the streets as that ‘other fellow’ since the Siren arrived in town. He knew there was a connection but he could not pinpoint it.
                Barbara sympathized with his concern but responded, “I am sorry, Alfred, but I cannot help you. Whatever, Bruce does is his business. I have to get on with my life. I’m sure that he will come around when his lust clashes with his financial sense. He’s a cad but I know he will not give up what he has worked so hard for. Besides, he made it clear to me that he does not value or respect our relationship.”
                “But he does value your relationship, Miss Gordon, very much. That is why this behavior is so curious. The last thing he wanted was to end your courtship.”
                The words stirred Barbara. She knew Alfred understood Bruce better than anyone – even himself. It also confused her. She was embarking on a new relationship with Lawrence and although early she firmly believed it could lead somewhere. “I’m going to have to think about this Alfred. He hurt me bad.”
                “I am afraid we do not have a lot of time. The estate is unraveling.”
                “Alfred, I’m sorry. I understand your concern but I need some time, a few days at most.” She hung up. She was exhausted. It was morning but she had just come in from a night out as Batgirl. She had taken on two muggers and a rapist and more importantly defeated a serial criminal that she had been tracking. His behavior threatened to elevate to arch criminal status but she was able to nab him before his power base became too pronounced in the crime syndicate. It would be logged as a good night.
                Barbara continued to sit in the chair in her Bat-room. She had already removed her mask, gloves, and boots but still had on her wig and body-contouring outfit. “Why is my life so complicated?” Charlie squawked but she had no idea what he meant.
                Dick Grayson was just about to start another day tackling theorems and postulates. For the second summer in a row he was not returning to Gotham during summer break. It was a very transitional period in his life. He was doing exceptionally well at school. So well that he would spend July touring with one of his professors to actually lecture other professors on his analytical methods. Some were calling him one of the brightest mathematical minds in the country. By his standards he was enjoying unprecedented popularity at school and, after living in Bruce’s and Batman’s shadow, he was finally developing his own sense of self.
                It is not to say that he hadn’t experienced trauma in his collegiate life. On his first day of school orientation he met a pretty brunette named Laurie Johnson. He couldn’t believe that she was interested in him but she was and they immediately began a relationship that defined their freshman year. He adored her and clung to her. She, in turn, encouraged him to find himself and exorcise my of the demons of guilt he harbored over his family’s death. She also recognized a growing resentment Dick was harboring toward Bruce. While he did not share all the reasons for this bitterness (he was unsure how and when to introduce the Robin aspect of his life) she put him on the path to confront Bruce and heal the wounds.
                Tragically, during that first summer between school years, Laurie drowned rescuing a niece that had fallen out of a boat on a family outing. Dick had been touring Europe alone since Laurie was unable to join him. He abbreviated his trip and rushed to be near her again but the effort was hollow. Another of the most coveted people in his life abandoned him. His complete devastation was only avoided by a promise he made to her at the end of their freshman year. She thought athletics would a good channel for his energy as well as a way for him to work in a team atmosphere rather than as a loner. He disagreed but after negotiations they settled on gymnastics where he could perform both as an individual and on a team.
                Dick was a natural in the sport and what he lacked in style points he more than compensated for with daring and degrees of difficulty. He dominated his league and was creating a national buzz before the collegiate championships when the night before he was declared ineligible because his days as a circus acrobat qualified him as a professional. Rather than being crushed again he took the action in stride knowing he fulfilled his promise and like she thought the team surroundings help foster a more social spirit. He knew he had friendships and he knew he had a still family, albeit non-traditional, at home in Gotham City. So that morning when the phone rang and Alfred appraised him of the recent strange behaviors in Wayne Manor he put aside his feelings of exploitation and dysfunctional communication by Bruce and knew he had an obligation to help.

                It took him a day to rearrange his schedule and once back at Wayne Manor Alfred provided Dick with a further update. Bruce had not spent the past several nights at home nor was he attending any of his business functions. As far as Alfred knew he was with the Siren. Dick tried to gather as much information as he could before heading down to the Batcave, a destination he had not visited since he left for school.
       Knowing he could not avoid it forever, he eventually made his way into the study and manipulated the controls under the bust. The bookcase slid open and the pole beckoned. Instead of his usual sprint to the descent he paced cautiously, looked down, and looped his leg around for the slide down. He stopped at the first landing and slowly took in the chamber that for years he mindlessly used for his transformation. He looked at both sides of the landing, his and Bruce’s, and thought about donning the Bat costume for his work. He held it up to his body but did not even try it on. He knew that despite the fact that college and gymnastics had bulked him up he was still many inches short of the towering “Bat” presence. He withdrew to his compartment. His costumes were intact and preserved without wear. As he stripped down he took notice of his own nakedness. He liked what he saw but, then again, most guys are self-flattering about their bodies. Yet his goods were for real and as he slipped into his costume, now fitting him much more snuggly, he tried to look at himself as a woman may and thought, “I could get some serious action in the get-up. Boy, did I waste some prime teenage years.” Feeling empowered he plunged down enthusiastically to the next level.
       After drawing the same blanks as Batgirl and Batman on the Siren’s past, Robin decided the best way to solve the riddle was to get as close to the action as possible. This meant staking out the Siren’s suite and searching for clues. Taking the Batmobile required minimal debate as he relished the opportunity to drive it in a real situation after years being a passenger. It handled better than he remembered and he took advantage of the opportunity to open it up as he raced through the outskirts to Gotham’s center.
       Once at the Opera House Robin choose a rooftop approach to access the Siren’s apartment. Using ultrasonic sensors from his utility belt he was able to determine that the dwelling was unoccupied. Even easier to his effort was the fact that the front door was left unlocked. He entered and decided to prowl around for clues to Bruce’s atypical behavior. Robin soon discovered that whether it was intentional or not the Siren left a conspicuous trail of her actions. At a richly paneled desk Robin found a ledger with all of the Siren’s recent acquisitions. He was amazed at the quick amassing of riches. From the flowing and flowery font Robin assumed the entries were made by the Siren herself. The collection was impressive. He also found receipts for withdrawals and transfers made by Bruce to the Siren. As he gawked at the amounts his anger increased. Rummaging further he found the Siren’s diary which revealed more than clues. In it a detailed plan for robbing Gotham’s elite of their riches was laid out and, cross-referencing the ledger, carried out with precise timing. He had the smoking gun, now all he needed to do was nab her and bring her to justice. He considered turning on the lights to the room to see if there was anything else in the room he could use for evidence when he heard one of the windows gently rattle open.

         Barbara agonized over what to do about Alfred’s plea for help. She liked him and still had a generous place in her heart for Bruce. Worse than hurt she felt disrespected by Bruce’s actions. She wanted him to know that he could not get away with reckless sexual behavior and still be with her. She had too much self-esteem to be treated badly. She brooded for a whole day after the call. The following evening she intended to patrol her own neighborhood but once in costume she found herself venturing uptown again toward the Opera House. Her sense of righteousness and suspicion that the Siren was nefarious overtook any ill feelings. As her bike sped up the avenue she thought about Lawrence and how most of her trips uptown recently had been to see him. ‘It’s funny how my perception of the City changes even after all these years,’ she mused.
       Parking her motorcycle behind the theater she ascended the same fire escape that afforded her a glimpse into the Siren’s world. ‘I may be here all night,’ she thought. ‘This time I cannot leave without some irrefutable evidence.’ Seeing the room dark and unoccupied she knew she had a chance to explore. Carefully, she stepped in through the opening coaxing her eyes to adjust to the darkness quickly.
       Before her second foot hit the floor she felt herself absorb the force of another body as she flew across the floor. Blinded by the darkness she tried to establish bearings and block blows to her body and face. She determined wrestling gave her the best advantage as it provided a better sense of her attacker’s presence and reduced the impact of body blows. Her assailant was quite skilled and powerful and she soon realized that she would not be able to win. She could only keep struggling and hope they would tire. Feeling the tone of the aggressor’s body she identified a male. Finally, he forced himself into a position on top of her. As she squinted to bring the face into focus as she felt his groin swelling and pressing into hers. It was a pleasurable discomfort but she was here on business. The effect of the darkness began to wear off and the face on top of her came into view. “Robin? It’s me, Batgirl.”
       “Batgirl? What are you doing here?” he asked, not used to anyone else attending to crime fighting duties. He read about her exploits while at school but never had the opportunity to see her in action. Taking a closer look he saw that he had indeed been missing out.
       “Hopefully, I am here for the same reason as you. When did you return to action?”
       “Tonight’s my first night back.” He then proceeded to tell her everything that he had discovered.
       Batgirl absorbed Robin’s debriefing and filed the information. She began piecing together the puzzle and understanding the mystery. She noticed that Robin was still on top of her and still very excited. “Maybe you could let me up now?” she suggested.
       “Of course,” and immediately he sprung to his feet and offered her a hand. She accepted and went toward the door to turn on the lights. Robin adjusted his cape so it hung down in front of his briefs and hid his hard-on. He stayed by the door and leaned back against the wall as Batgirl moved around the suite looking for further clues. “Hey Batgirl,” he began as he tried to strike a casual but confident pose, “I checked the Siren’s diary and she is not expected back for a couple hours. Why don’t you and I get a bit more comfortable and compare ‘profiles’ a bit more intimately?” He thought it sounded suave.
       Batgirl looked up incredulously. Was he joking or was he coming on? “Are you serious? Don’t you know who I am?”
       “Yes, you’re Batgirl. I’m Robin. We’re both two buff bodies committed to crime fighting. I say let’s make the commitment stronger. Come on, we’ll keep our masks on for secrecy”
       Her first reaction was to laugh but she suppressed the urge. She looked him over and noticed appreciatively that he had indeed grown up. He looked more like a “buff” underwear model than a crime fighter. The costume stretched too tightly over his pecs and biceps and his legs which were still bare now sported hair covering copiously muscled thighs. He did have a delicious air and would probably make for a fun frolic but she caught herself and asked, “Don’t you and Batman talk?”
       “Of course we do. We’re tight,” but there was no conviction in his assertion.
       “Listen, Robin,” Batgirl began as she advanced to him, “I know you’re really Dick Grayson.” And, without breaking stride lifted his mask right off his face leaving him standing there dumbfounded. Keeping fluid motion she pivoted and walked away still searching for evidence but with his mask still in her hand.
       Robin was flabbergasted and whatever confidence he had after wining his tussle with Batgirl was now lost. “Hey, since you know my identity, I should know yours, too.”
       “Well, Robin, I don’t think that should be too difficult to figure out. After all, you and Batman are ‘tight’”.   He thought for a moment but had no clue and began to stammer a response when the door burst open. It was the Siren.
       “Batgirl, it seems you cannot resist breaking into my home. I guess I will have to call the police. And you,” looking at Robin, “must be the Boy Wonderful,” as she eyed him up and down. Robin eyes darted to Batgirl’s hand holding his mask and looked back at the Siren afraid to speak while exposed. Noticing, the Siren continued, “don’t worry my precious,” as she stroked his face, “I don’t know or care who you are. I couldn’t recognize you from the thousands of other pretty boys I see each day. Batgirl, I am ashamed of you taking away this poor boy’s mask Isn’t it enough that you rob the cradle with a teenage stud like him. Tsk, Tsk.”
       “Listen, Siren, cut the crap. Robin and I are on to you. We know what you are doing and we are here to take you in.” Batgirl meant business.
       “Oh, you think you are going to stop me? Hardly. Luckily, I brought support.” Her toga clad entourage, consisting of goons in turbans and luscious young ladies entered the suite. However, she did not instruct any of them to do anything but watch. Instead, the Siren looked into the hallway, let out some odd pitched note, and said to one of the people lingering out of sight there, “be a darling and dispose of these intruders in our suite.”
       Robin hadn’t fought anyone since his break but was anxious for some action now. He took note of how attractive the Siren’s muses were and he puffed his chest and thought ‘when they see how I handle myself they will want me.’ He punched one gloved hand into the other and braced for the fight. Batgirl was insulted that she only called one person to fight them. ‘I alone could take on all of her henchmen at once. One and against both Robin and I. That bitch will soon find out we mean business.’
       “Yes, my love,” came the response from her designated muscle in the corridor. The voice caught both of them off guard but before either could associate it, in stepped Bruce Wayne to take them on. Both Robin and Batgirl looked at each other as if asking what should we do. Neither wanted to hurt him but understood that he was a dangerous fighter. Plus they had never worked together and fighting in pairs required strategy and coordination.
       Bruce took the role of aggressor and produced first swing. It was wild and Robin easily eluded it. Bruce followed with another outrageous swing that he ducked under effortlessly. Feeling confident and that maybe it was his time to teach the master, Robin unleashed a few jabs that connected but inflicted no damage. In fact, Bruce just moved in closer and lifted Robin at the ribcage and flung him into the sofa toppling it over. Batgirl swiftly moved in and tried to catch Bruce behind the legs to bring him down. Lightning quick he deflected the kick with his arm and in a flash of continued movement he grabbed her leg and spun her into a wall. The force knocked the wind out of Batgirl and she temporarily slumped to the floor.
       Robin was back in Bruce’s face trying body shots to weaken him. Bruce blocked several of them but a few forced him to take a step back. Rising uneasily to her feet Batgirl tried to react to Robin’s advance by grabbing a chair and cracking it over Bruce’s back. He fell to a knee but no further. He stood back up and scowled as he tried to shorten the room and cut off their mobility. The Siren, wanting the battle to end sooner and with less damage, summoned another from the hallway. Batgirl was circling Bruce trying to keep at the opposite end from Robin to make his defense more difficult when she felt tap on her shoulder. She whipped around with the intention to maim when she noticed the person opposed to her was Commissioner Gordon, her father.
       “What are you doing here, eh, sir?” she asked. His response was a crisp blow to her jaw that sent her sprawling backwards. She shook her head surprised that her father still had significant power in his punch. “Commissioner, what are you doing,” Batgirl asked as she approached him cautiously, “it’s me, Commissioner Gordon, Batgirl.” The words had no effect and he continued his assault. She tried in vain to block his shots but every now and then a few slipped through.
       Robin’s prolonged break from fighting was beginning to show as his stamina waned and Bruce’s superior strength prevailed. He was rocked by two successive shots, one kick followed by a precise punch. He felt woozy and tried to plot an escape. It was no use. Bruce clocked him again and as he fell to the ground and out of consciousness he thought, ‘It’s up to Batgirl now.’
       Batgirl sized up her father realizing that she was on her own and needed to get him out of the way so she could take on Bruce. The thought actually had some appeal and might be a good therapy for the heartache he caused her. She wanted to make the blow to her father clean to be effective and to not damage his face too much. She bobbed and weaved as she waited for her opening. Finally, she found her spot and unleashed her fist. Inexplicably, she missed and he countered with an equally formidable shot that made her legs grow wobbly and her mind start slipping into oblivion. Hitting the floor was the last thing she remembered.

       When consciousness re-emerged Batgirl found herself hanging upright with her hands tied high above her head. Her legs were bound together at the ankles. Her toes barely touched the floor. Some sort of cloth blocked her vision and as gathered her wits she let out an involuntary groan. Following her stirring, the blindfold was suddenly removed. She assessed her situation. She was still in the same room and Robin was strung up from the ceiling as well only a few feet from her. He, too, was blindfolded. Bruce and her father were nowhere in sight.
       “Well, it seems you awoke sooner than we expected, Batgirl,” the Siren stated as she sat in a richly patterned chair being attended to by her muses. “I was so hoping to dispose of you in some other location than the splendor of this wonderful opera house but I’m sure we can think of some theatrical way to rid ourselves of you.”
       “The day you rid yourself of me is the day you enter jail, Siren.”
       “Batgirl, you don’t understand how unimportant and how unimpressed I am with you. The power and excitement of Gotham City has always been in its men, not their mistresses. You are a nuisance, yes, but nothing more.”
       Feeling mean spirited, Batgirl spat back, “You flabby, disgusting goddess wanna-be. The only way you can even get a man to even look your way is through trickery. Don’t you deceive yourself into thinking you are special either.”
       Unflustered, the Siren responded, “Batgirl, was it really necessary to be that rude. Such outbursts are a waste of my time. Tiberius, gag her.” Immediately, one of the musclemen reached into his toga and pulled out a red ball gag with black straps. Batgirl tried twisting her head to fight it but another brute placed his hands on either side of her cowl and held her head in place. It was strapped in her mouth and around the back of her head. Batgirl would not desist easily and began a muffled scream and cursing. The Dark Angel figured noise would possibly rouse Robin and together they had a better chance to escape.
       Annoyed, the Siren scream, “Enough!” and slapped Batgirl across the face. While certainly not a fighter the impact was nevertheless dramatic as the weight of the Siren’s hand and arm combined with Batgirl’s unprotected posture left her momentarily groggy. She recovered to notice the Siren’s face directly in front of hers. Oddly, as Batgirl narrowed her eyes and stared into the Siren’s, her first thought was, ‘She really has long and beautiful eyelashes. They complement her almond shaped eyes perfectly.’
       Shaking her hand in the air to relieve the sting of the slap, the Siren moved over to Robin. Her demeanor immediately changed and she stroked his face with loving and nurturing caresses. She left his blindfold on him. Robin stirred. A pounding pain rang through his head. “Oooh,” he groaned feebly.
       “Robin, darling you sound like you’re in agony. All that fighting-all that pent up teenage sexual lust and frustration-let me see if I can help you.”
       Batgirl looked on trying to figure out what the Siren meant. What was her plan for him? She watched as the Siren stepped back and traipsed to the piano in the corner of the room. She began playing something that started softly but had a very driving beat like Ravel’s Bolero but without the same crescendo. She looked over at Robin and saw his grimace fade into a smirk and finally a smile. His smile took on a warped look that had a certain familiarity that Batgirl tried to understand. Then it struck her. That was the face she had seen on a hundred men when they thought they were about to get lucky. ‘Oh God, Robin, not now,’ she pleaded to herself.
       Glancing down at his outstretched body she saw it was too late. His green briefs now sported a terrific hard-on. The bulge it created was fairly impressive. The tightness of the fabric kept his hard-on pointing straight down which had the effect of pulling his waistband down. It did not take long for Robin’s pubic hair to creep atop of his descending green trunks. As his cock sprung forward a bit, it tugged the fabric from away from his thighs. From her angle Batgirl could see that his erection had grown so much and so enthusiastically that the elastic leg hole no longer covered his manhood and she had a direct view to his balls and the base of his shaft. His face still had a content composure. Seeing the way his penis fought to break through the fabric Batgirl thought, ‘I’ll never understand the mechanics of those things but that has to hurt.’ She looked over to see a group of the Siren’s teenage entourage huddled and giggling.

       Everything was happening so fast. How did he get here? Robin thought he was having a complex dream sequence that had taken him from the protected halls of higher learning to the mean streets of crime. Now, as his excitement mounted he began wondering if it was all an elaborate a wet dream. When the pounding in his head burst him into consciousness he opened his eyes to be met with darkness and the pressure of his blindfold. He mistook it for a dream where he was Robin but could not see out of his mask. His journey took another surreal twist when a strange touch caressed his face and began singing. It was a song with which he had no familiarity but somehow it melted away the pain in his head giving him a soothing relief. The effect of the song took an interesting twist as the pleasure consuming his thoughts soon traveled to his loins. He never knew a song could be so seductive, so provocative. He felt as each of her notes was directly touching his cock. The first few notes felt like a casual brush by as often happens in crowed rooms. Then the vocal caresses continued and began to touch and hold his meat. Eventually, the song took the form of lips, wet and inviting, and the longer, sustained noted took him all the way in. His inability to use his hands to strip off his shorts confused him and he stood there, helpless in his erotic plight.
       Finally, his mind cleared enough to remember the events that led him to this situation. He remembered Batgirl, the Siren, and her delectable muses. He heard Batgirl’s muffled grunts but he heeded them no particular attention. He tried to position his body toward the silly laughter of the muses. He wanted the nymphs to see his excitement and what he had to offer. He waited for a reaction and at last, he felt the approach of one as velvet gloved hands came to rest on each of his thighs. He felt the smoothness of the touch glide up an down his thighs. He wondered if it was the blond, brunette, or redhead that had come to relieve him. The hands parted his thighs forcing him to bend his knees since his ankles were still bound. One hand continued up his thigh and settled on his balls gently holding them in the palm. A welcoming ‘yes’ emitted from his lips. Next he felt a probing mouth nibbling on the outline of his shaft as it pressed against his briefs. The snacking mouth tried to suck his head through the shorts and he felt a surge coursing through his balls and dick. He thought hard not to come and he succeeded but he did not know how long he could hold out.
       The tease continued and Robin’s thrill matched it. Finally, he felt some relief as the hand carefully pulled his erection out through the leg hole closest to Batgirl. Liberated, it sprang up immediately although still prevented from completely standing straight up. He was rewarded for his composure as he felt a real tongue and mouth envelope his rod and take him immediately deep to his base. Robin was impressed because his girlfriend, Laurie, despite satisfying all his urges, could not take him all the way in without choking. This blowjob was more akin to the one he received from Catwoman years ago when he was 16. It was his first and he was beginning to think it would always be his best. Nevertheless, the tonguing he was receiving now was nothing to be turned away.
       In a swift and somewhat powerful motion the gloves grabbed the waistband of both his briefs and jockstrap and pulled them down to his ankles fully exposing him and releasing him. He longed to grab the head by the neck and force the redhead’s, blonde’s, or whatever’s throat to hold him in their mouth so he could explode. It did not take long for when he felt his gratifier’s mouth moved up and down him twice, he detonated his load into the waiting mouth of the nymph. Each burst coursing though his dick into the mouth felt better than the last as he pushed his hips forward in jerky motions. Dutifully, he was sucked dry with the painfully wonderful sensation of having your organ serviced after coming. He asked, “please tell me, which muse are you?”
       “Robin, there will be plenty of time for conversation later,” interrupted the Siren. “But first, I need some information. I have Wayne’s capital and the Commissioner in my pocket right now. What I need is for you to tell me where I can find Batman. He is the one wildcard I have not conquered yet.”
       Before Robin could respond Batgirl started screaming through her gag again trying to shock Robin out of his sexual stupor. Seeing the look on his face and knowing how the Siren controlled men it was only time before he announced all their secrets. She did the only thing she could do to take charge of the situation. Swinging from the rope holding her wrists, she swerved in front of Robin and let loose with a two-leg kick to his jaw knocking him out again.
       The entourage stood there aghast.
       “Batgirl, you have tested my patience enough,” the Siren screamed. “It is time to shut you up permanently. Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius, all you boys get rid of her. Make it painful and humiliating but, of course, make it creative as well. After all we are in a theatre.”
One of her men walked up to her. He was one she remembered as sizing up as big but probably not too tough. He said nothing but jerked his head right at her, butting her into unconsciousness.
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