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Robin on Spring Break	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Robin fought the urge to react to the advances of the mystery girl on top of him. He was on a roll. Never before had he encountered so much sexual action. It started on the first night he arrived. He checked into his hotel and went down to the lobby of the hotel to see other college kids and try to introduce himself to them. He watched as others effortlessly approached each other and just started talking. Interested smiles rapidly became joined laughter and laughter became physical touches on the arm or shoulder. In no time at all, guys and girls became attracted pairs as he watched in fascination. As daylight faded they adjourned in two’s or groups of couples to other destinations. After the last of the young people left and all that remained were middle aged lechers, Dick realized he was alone and that meeting people was something others found easier than he.
He returned to his hotel room and sat down on his bed. He reached for the remote when his knapsack, resting in the corner, caught his eye. It contained his confidence, an ensemble of red, green, and yellow that empowered him to perform great feats and to speak to anyone. He spent less time debating whether to develop these skills as Dick Grayson than he did figuring out how to unhinge the secured suicide-prevention window in his room so he would have a less obvious point of exit from the hotel.
Patrol was whirl-wind of laughing kids, loud music, and young bodies cramming into bars. Robin was able to witness all the fun from a fairly close vantage point. The buildings were not nearly as high as those dominating Gotham City and, frankly, no one was looking up. All the action was street level – guys checking out girls and girls noting which guys were checking them out. It looked like a lot of fun and Robin made a mental note that next time he would take a knapsack with him so he could change into street clothes if someplace looked really good.
Even though there were swarms of kids everywhere the bars were neatly aligned along a strip that allowed him to go back and forth which was handy because on this first night he – and most of the other kids – had not determined which the best places were yet. Robin enjoyed his perch for a few hours before an incident requiring his protective attention unfolded. A girl, noticeably affected by too much alcohol, was clinging to the arm of some pumped up guy. His state of control was not nearly as compromised. His strut, with attentive support to her balance, indicated that he viewed himself as an achiever and his goal for the night was about to be realized. Whether it was this guy’s or all guys’ transparency he wasn’t sure but the tee shirt was ripped in all the right places to highlight his biceps and his baseball cap was slightly askew – just off enough to appear casual but Robin was sure he had spent several minutes in the mirror to come up with the best angling of the hat to look like he just threw it on any old way.
Robin reasoned drunken girls do stupid things and he initially decided to sit back. He wasn’t there to judge or babysit. If she screamed he would respond but if she wanted it, he would enjoy the show. As they approached a very informal parking lot Robin noticed that a group of three guys, all fairly burly, were following the couple. Robin raised his body to see better and determine a quick way down, if needed. He wasn’t quite sure if they were truly following the couple or just left the bar coincidently at the same time.
In the parking lot the couple wasted no time in sloppily hurling their bodies at each other. As they attacked each other with open mouths, he was trying to lift up her shirt and she was clumsily undoing his pants. This looked like it was going to be pure animal sex. The three guys had temporarily slowed down but now they, too, took a hard turn into the parking lot. Instead of moving around the paramours, they formed a circle. Some indecipherable words were spoken, and then Robin clearly heard the girl say, “I’m out of here!” Only the guys were not in agreement over her early exit. She was pushed back into the center of the circle. Again she tried to escape, this time near the guy who led her to the lot but he grabbed her arm and said, “We’re not finished yet!”
Robin heard enough and jumped from his perch to a flag pole, where he swung to a tree branch that he rotated around one full revolution before dismounting with a perfectly tucked flip. He landed silently and sprinted to the unromantic convention.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he interrupted, “is everything alright here?”
“Who the fuck are you?” one of the guys demanded.
“Yeah, beat it dickhead, this doesn’t involve you,” another chimed in.
Robin coolly replied, “Guys, I don’t want any problems, I just want to make sure the young lady is okay. Are you okay, Miss?”
“Are you a cop, or what?” a third checked in. Obviously, he was aware enough to consider his legal options.
“Guys, I am just here as a concerned citizen. Miss, again, are you okay. Do you want to be here?”
She tried to answer but she instead broke into a drunken bawling. He could make out a “No,” however.
“There’s your answer, guys. I suggest you head back into the bar and have a good and safe time.” Robin thought he was sounding authoritative.
He went to move towards the girl to escort her out of the circle when he felt a violent shove into his left shoulder blade. It shifted his gait and he turned around to face them and said, “Gentlemen, I told you I do not want you to get yourselves in trouble. Go back to the bar and this incident can be forgotten. Besides all your dicks are hanging out of your pants, not cool.”
Now the verbal assaults were coming from all directions. One thought told him to continue to escort the girl; the other thought told him to shut them up. He decided that they only needed to take one step toward him and he would act.
He had already assessed their size. Both collectively and individually they were bigger than he. He knew to avoid wrestling and any close contact. Use their aggression and drunkenness against them. Robin correctly guessed the first assailant and easily avoided his wild swing. Two others charged at him and he ran towards the nearest car and planted a foot on the door handle using it for leverage to flip over their rush. Before they could turn around he swept their legs out from under them. They hit the ground hard. Robin pivoted and side stepped a running overhand right and used the guy’s momentum to push him head first into the parked car that he just used for a vault. He, too, collapsed to the ground. It left one to take on but Mr. Legal Consequences decided he would be better off by running away. Robin did not chase him rather he returned to the three hapless and fallen soldiers and punched each squarely in the jaw. They crumpled again, this time they would wake up when the alcohol finally evaporated from their bodies.
Robin turned to make sure the girl was okay but she was gone. He jumped onto the hood of a car and scanned the lot. Finally, he saw her faint shadow near a small cove near the delivery area. He ran over to make sure she was not hurt in the scuffle. “Miss, are you…” but he could not even finish his question as she sobbed uncontrollably. “She tried to explain something but her words were incomprehensible. He offered her bland but sincere assurances that everything would be alright. Still crying he sat down next to her and put his arm around her for comfort. She leaned into his shoulder. He could feel the wetness of her tears penetrating the fabric of his batsuit. Her crying continued for some time and he decided he would stay with her until he felt she could take care of herself. Eventually, the crying abated to a few whimpers. He still held her tight and she gave no indication that she wanted his protection to cease. He looked around and no one else had entered the parking lot. “The night is still young, I guess,” he mused to himself.
With his arm around her and her head in his chest, he felt her hand graze his shorts. He thought nothing of it and said nothing, rationalizing it was an accident - until it happened again a minute later. And again, 20 seconds after that. He was about to stand up to set her straight when her hand didn’t glance his shorts this time but firmly placed itself directly on his cock. He has already felt a surge in his groin on her third touch and he was incapable of masking anything but his growing excitement. She rubbed him vigorously but not abusively as an erection fought the constriction of his shorts. He was about to say something suggestive to her when suddenly she stopped and removed her hand. “Thank God,” he thought, “she must have changed her mind. I’m glad I did not say anything stupid.”
He resolved to leave before it became too weird and as he stood up she said with the most clarity he had heard from her the whole night, “Please don’t go.” It was said with sexiness but not necessarily affection.
“But…”
“Don’t go, yet,” and with her sitting placing his crotch at the level of her face, she reached into his green shorts and pulled out his semi-erect penis and balls. She wasted no time in putting her mouth around the crown of his dick.
It felt fantastic and it had been so long since his cock had been touched by anyone but himself. With a pinch of level-headedness remaining he said, “I don’t know if this is good for you. After all, you were just attacked. I should go.” His last sentence was not filled with much conviction.
She paused her pleasuring for a moment and, still holding his missile in her hand, looked up at him and said, “Listen, I came out here to hook up with a guy. I just didn’t want to hook up with his three friends as well, you know. So I don’t see anything wrong with still hooking up with someone. Besides you have a nice cock.” She then went back to work on bringing his rocket to take off.
He suddenly felt a little less special when she explained herself but not nearly enough to end it. He turned his back to the parking lot, grabbed an end of each side of his cape, and raised his hands over to her shoulders covering the both of them until he exploded in her mouth. When all his come had been extracted, she spit it to her side, and placed his package back in the green shorts. “That was fun, bye,” and now she stood up and walked back to the bar.
Robin watched her until she turned around the corner of the club and just shook his head. It was a strange but kind welcome to his spring break.
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