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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 Two:

Underhanded Interrogation
Bruce Wayne silently stared at the pair of black stockings which Officer Richard Grayson now teasingly dangled in front of him. A slow and sickening fear gripped Bruce when he could no longer be sure if this was reality or just another of his endless vivid dreams involving Richard.
As if in slow motion, Bruce reached his quivering fingers tentatively across the distance, touching the feminine garments suspended in front of him, if only to see if this were something he would awaken from…
They were real.
Dick grinned mischievously as Bruce slowly caressed the stockings, running his fingers along the soft, smooth texture of the hosiery…
“I’m pretty sure I got your size right, Bruce. And if you need a hand putting these on, just let me know… After all, some sadistic bastard used to dress me up in flesh-colored tights every night when I was a teenager. I got pretty good at it.”
He could have been mistaken, but Dick looked a little too happy about this recent turn of events. Was he just trying to prove a point? To embarrass him?
“Richard… Is this some sort of a joke?”
Richard pushed the tights a little closer towards an uncomfortable Bruce Wayne and suddenly became the serious cop once more.
“It’s no joke, Mr. Wayne. Except for this one photo and an old woman’s description, we have literally nothing to go on, so I need to compare your posterior against the evidence. To put it bluntly, you can put these on here and I can snap a photo of your bum… or we can take it downtown and do it. Either way, it’s your call.”
Bruce’s head began to whirl as he stared at the dark stockings in front of his eyes. It now seemed all too surreal, like a game of spin the bottle gone wrong.
“… A lawyer. I should call my lawyer.”
Richard waved the stockings back-and-forth tantalizingly in front of Bruce and then grinned impishly.
“It’s your constitutional right of course, Mr. Wayne… But are you sure you want old Fitzpatrick to see you in these? Because you will be putting them on… It’s only my opinion of course, but for a lawyer, I always thought Fitzpatrick drank a little too much and was negligent in his confidentiality. But please feel free to give him a call anyways…
Look, you’ll just have to trust me, Bruce. I’m honestly trying to make this as easy as possible for you. I had to pull a favour with Gordon just so he would even let me help you out like this. A couple of pictures in the privacy of your own room, and then it’s all over...
No one else needs to know. My pictures and a sworn affidavit go straight to Gordon and then get locked up in his safe. I’m only here because I couldn’t bear to see your pictures fall into the wrong hands. As you’re aware, there’s still a few bad cops on the force who would love to use these photos for their own gain. I couldn’t let that happen to you.”
Bruce knew that Dick’s loyalty was never a question.
Even though Richard was a nagging pain in his ass, he was still a trusted friend. After three years with the GCPD, the true identity of the Batman had remained a secret. Bruce shuddered to think about what could happen if his dark alter-ego ever were to become public knowledge…
Beyond the shadow of a doubt, Bruce understood that he could trust Richard implicitly. And despite not seeing eye-to-eye regarding Batman’s methods, Bruce still owed Dick for those years of trust. After all, Richard was only trying to keep this whole lurid affair as private as possible, just to protect Bruce’s reputation.
“Alright Officer, you win... Let’s get this over with.”
Dick smiled reassuringly.
“I knew you’d see it my way, Mr. Wayne… You’ll have to pull off those boxers though.”
The mixture of sleeping pills Bruce had taken just over six hours ago and the shock of seeing the stockings had left him a little shaky. Was he actually nervous? As he slowly slid his silk boxers to the floor, Bruce noticed that Dick seemed to be watching him intently, a smile slowly creasing across the younger man’s mouth.
“You’ve lost muscle mass, Bruce. And your butt’s gotten a little rounder than it used to be.”
Besides being in his mid-forties, Bruce had spent the last three years of his life somewhere between a state of fear and exhaustion. Bruce Wayne’s deteriorating mental health had not allowed him to hit the gym like he had in the old days.
And Batman only hit the criminals.
In his guarded heart, Bruce yearned to confess to Richard about the private Hell his life had become over these past three years. The three long years he had spent without the hope of him, hiding within the Batman’s shadow, but all that he managed to say was…
“I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Then don’t you think it’s high time you gave up that night job of yours? Gotham has a pretty good Police Department, you know.”
Bruce could tell that Dick was itching for the argument again. The same pointless argument. There was no point in trying to stop the vengeful force inside of Bruce which was bigger than the both of them… Something that was dark, powerful and beyond reason.
“You know I can’t stop it, Richard.”
And just like in his recurring bad dreams, Dick slowly shook his head in that same way, with that same familiar disapproval deepening in his brow. Nothing had changed.
“Can’t… Or won’t?... There’s nothing to be afraid of, Bruce… You know I’ve always loved you… And I’m here to help you… always… You just have to let me.”
“Dick… You know I care about you too old chum, but you also know what I am… This thing inside me… It will never let me stop. In my soul, I’m Batman.”
Dick took an exasperated breath and fixed him with a serious stare.
“For Christ’s sake Bruce, get some professional help... You’re going to kill someone… and I’m afraid it will be yourself.”
Richard then took one final deep breath, looking up at the ceiling as if in silent prayer, attempting to calm his growing anger before he continued.
“Christ, maybe I need help too. Like a fool, I keep saying the same damned thing, over and over again, praying that one day… One goddamned magical day… that you’ll actually listen to me... That I’ll be able to wake you up from that private nightmare you’ve been stuck in for almost forty years.”
“I am… that nightmare.”
“No! No, you’re not… You’re just a frightened boy who refuses to wake up.”
“If I do… everything is lost.”
“For fuck’s sake… The only thing lost around here is you! It’s time you got over yourself, Bruce Wayne… You’d rather toss your life away than face what you really are! To admit what Bruce Wayne really is... Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed of me?! Do you have any fucking idea what that’s done to me? How I even feel about you?...”
“I’m Batman…”
Dick silenced him with a smoldering, angry glare that made the air turn cold around them and stopped Bruce mid-sentence. It had been the absolute worst thing to say. He actually thought Richard may have punched him in the face for a second.
“Stuff it, you psychotic asshole... Put these on. I’ve got work to do.”
Richard tossed the garter belt and stockings onto Bruce’s naked thighs. The smooth fabric of the nylons on his bare legs made Bruce’s heart race as he still worried about the coiled tension in the room around them.
Dick was furious with him.
This was the reason they barely talked anymore. Richard couldn’t bear to see him go on as Batman and Bruce just couldn’t stop. Like an addict, he needed to be Batman. Without the shelter of Batman, Bruce Wayne would be lost in the darkness of the nightmares.
As Bruce slowly picked up the garter belt and tested its lacy elasticity, he felt a little embarrassed. A quick sideways glance let him know that Dick wasn’t going to back down on this. He had no choice. Obediently sliding the tight belt over his legs and waist, he felt a quick flush of blood rush to his cheeks as he tried one last time to preserve his dignity…
“Dick, maybe I should just…”
“Just shut up and put them on, Bruce.”
“I…”
“Just put on the damned stockings! We’re done talking.”
Bruce had never seen Dick’s brooding anger so intense. The growing resentment and the resulting exasperation between them began to trouble Bruce. Richard was talking to him like he was one of the criminals they protected the city from, or some hopeless idiot.
But perhaps Bruce was a hopeless idiot after all…
As Batman, he had lost count of how many times he had almost died. Actually, Alfred probably had a record of it somewhere… But over the years, his career as Batman must have caused the people around him excruciating anxiety, continuously defying the cold specter of Death night after night.
In Dick’s eyes, Bruce was probably a dead man walking. There was a time when they had been like father and son. It couldn’t have been easy on the lad knowing that any night could be Bruce’s last. He understood that Dick had every reason to be angry with him.
But Bruce did it because he had to do it. This identity of Bruce Wayne had become nothing more than Batman without the costume. Batman wasn’t Bruce Wayne’s secret identity anymore… it was the other way around.
But if it meant that he could begin to make it up to Richard, Bruce would gladly put on the stockings. Even though Dick was a full grown man who had moved on, Bruce still wanted to be there for him. He owed him that much.
In a dreamlike trance, Bruce carefully slid the first black stocking over his toes, carefully pulling it across his foot and then slowly up his leg, listening to the delicate ‘swish’ as its dark, silky caresses wrapped gently around his firm thigh.
He pulled on the second stocking, admiring its black sheen, slowly pulling it across his leg.
He had to admit…
They felt nice.
Standing up and admiring himself, Bruce carefully ran his hands up-and-down along his legs, instinctively smoothing out the nylon’s wrinkles. He figured out how to work the clasps on the garter belt and secured the stockings.
Richard was right, they were a good fit.
“Dick, I wanted to apologize about what I said before. What do you need me to do?”
“I need to take some photos.”
Already, Dick was carefully eyeing his bare ass, perhaps mentally comparing it to the grainy image of the criminal’s in the photo.
“Go on, then.”
Richard lifted himself up from the mattress and then guided Bruce to the foot of the wide bed, turning the older man around to face the large headboard. Bruce quietly wondered if Richard thought his ass looked anything like the one in the photo… He hoped not, surely his ass couldn’t have gotten that big.
Officer Grayson snatched the 8x10 photo off the bed and studied it closely for a moment. Richard then grabbed a police camera from his briefcase and kneeled directly behind Bruce, focusing the lens on his exposed ass and advancing the film.
“Alright Mr. Wayne, I’m going to take some pictures. I will personally deliver these to Gordon, and they will remain confidential, you have my word on that. Now, if I could just have you bend over just a little… Good... Now move your legs a little farther apart… That’s great.”
Bruce heard the camera’s ‘click’ and then blinked from the remnants of the flash as it popped like indoor lightning behind him. If someone had told him last night that he would be having pictures taken of his naked ass while wearing nothing more than sheer black stockings, he would have called them crazy.
But it was a Police investigation and Dick was just doing his job.
“OK, that’s one down... Now, I’ll need you to lean forward a little and reach your right hand around and place it on your right buttock… just like in this photo, Mr. Wayne.”
Using his left hand to support his weight on the mattress, Bruce reached his right hand over his back and then placed it on his ass, feeling the lacy strap of the garter as his fingers now dangled dangerously close to his own butt hole.
“Can you grasp your butt cheek a little more, please… That’s great.”
Christ, he was thankful that Dick wasn’t able to see his face just now. Bruce was sure that he must have been blushing like a bride on her Wedding night… Again, Wayne heard the click of the camera behind him and saw its flash briefly illuminate the room.
“One last thing before you get up, Mr. Wayne. I’ll need to see the palm of your left hand as well please.”
Without thinking, Bruce obediently stretched his left hand behind him as his upper torso slipped down towards the bed, now unsupported by either of his arms.
With both of his hands now behind him, Bruce was shocked when he felt the sudden and powerful grip of Richard Grayson on his wrists as they were roughly squeezed together and the distinctive cold steel of handcuffs being wrapped around those secured wrists. The familiar stuttering ‘clicks’ sounded as they were snapped tight.
He had been handcuffed!
What the Hell was Dick doing?!
Behind him, Bruce felt the younger man’s muscular thighs and waist suddenly press against his nylons as Dick leaned his weight into him, preventing Bruce from turning around. Strangely enough, it hadn’t been the first time he had been in Police handcuffs.
“Am I under arrest, Officer?”
“Not yet, Mr. Wayne. This is purely a precautionary measure.”
“Precaution?! For what?!”
As Bruce heard the distinctive snap of a medical glove around Richard’s thick wrist, his worst fears began to crystallize. Desperately struggling to twist his head around to see what was happening behind him, Bruce’s eyes suddenly went wide when he heard the Officer speak…
“I have to perform a cavity search, Mr. Wayne. It’ll be much safer if you’re cuffed… for both of our sakes.”
“Cavity search?! Goddamn it Dick, there’s no need for a…”
“I’m sorry Mr. Wayne, but I must proceed to phase two. I can’t rule you out as a suspect just yet. There’s a chance that the stolen necklace may not have been removed from its… Ahhh… hiding spot. Now, you may feel a little discomfort, but please try to remain still, Sir.”
Remain still?! Bruce felt his anger rising.
“You’re enjoying this little bit of power aren’t you, you little bastard… You know I can get out of these cuffs any time I want, right?”
“You’re welcome to try, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce cursed out loud as Richard’s left hand forced his handcuffed wrists painfully further up his back, solidly pushing him face-first into the bed as Bruce struggled in vain against the younger man’s physical strength. As Bruce squirmed, he realized that his captor wasn’t the lithe young man he remembered from the past anymore…
Dick was now grown up and incredibly strong. Twenty years ago, Bruce may have been able to put up a real fight against this man. Maybe even ten years ago. But now he was simply outclassed by the Officer’s physical power, his leverage and the police handcuffs.
And Bruce was practically naked. He didn’t have any tricks up his sleeve - or hidden in his garter belt. Plus, the kid was well-versed in escapology, having learned from one of the best. Dick wasn’t making it easy for his old captured mentor to even contemplate escape.
He had him just where he wanted him.
Bruce gasped out loud when he felt the cold gel suddenly sliding along his anus...
At least the bastard was using lubrication. Bruce winced as he prepared himself for what was to come, knowing he was totally unable to prevent it. Feeling Richard’s two steady fingers already stroking up-and-down along the outside of his clenched anal opening while applying more lubrication, the restrained man quietly gritted his teeth and prepared for what was about to come.
Bruce still whimpered involuntarily as those two fingers plunged into his tight rectum, slowly forcing their way up into his rigid depths. Officer Grayson leisurely slid his fingers back-and-forth, pushing all around Bruce’s ass, finally curving downwards until a cuffed Bruce suddenly felt an unexpected shock of pleasure jolt his entire body.
What the Hell was that?!
And then it happened again.
Oh fuck, was he actually getting turned on by this?...
As his struggles to escape suddenly became forgotten, Bruce helplessly sank further into the soft covers of his bed. It almost seemed like someone else uttered the small moan escaping from his lips as Richard continued to rub his fingers gently back-and-forth across his prostrate gland.
Then Bruce felt an event between his legs which hadn’t happened in years.
He was getting an erection.
The man who was Batman had secretly blamed his long-term impotence on the chemically-induced fears, his advancing age, and on the nightly war which had taken everything from him… even Richard.
Christ, he hadn’t been able to have sex of any kind for three years now.
To be honest, part of the reason for seeing Selina last night was to see if she could rouse a response from down below. But even ogling Selina Kyle in her tight black dress hadn’t solicited anything more than fond memories.
After that, Bruce had written sex off as hopeless.
But now, with only Richard’s two fingers sliding into him, Bruce felt the blood flowing into his own relegated cock as though a dam had burst. Fuck, he was getting harder than he ever remembered… painfully hard.
Bruce’s rational thoughts suddenly transformed into irrational, passionate emotion as he became unable to prevent himself from gasping for deep breaths, awash in the magical sensation of Dick’s two fingers plunging roughly into his besieged ass…
It seemed that Dick had noticed as well.
“You seem to be enjoying this, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce could only softly moan by way of a reply.
Richard’s delightful fingers then suddenly pulled from his anus, producing a moan of despair from Bruce as those same freed fingers now slowly slid down past his balls and up along Bruce’s newly erect cock. The captive man physically shuddered in desperate anticipation when Richard gently grasped the first erection Bruce had in years.
He had forgotten how rapturous the incredible sensation of a hand sliding along his erect cock could be. Fuck, he was absolutely melting in pleasure from Dick’s touch.
After a few strokes to measure the length of his cock, Bruce felt his captor slowly pull his hand back away, gently caressing Bruce’s dangling balls and then massaging his awaiting asshole once more teasingly with his thumb.
When Bruce couldn’t bear it anymore, he arched his back and uttered a soft, needful moan. Richard finally slid his two thick fingers back inside of Bruce’s tight asshole, pushing them deeper, hitting the magic spot over-and-over again until Bruce whimpered helplessly into his bed sheets.
“You seem to enjoy cavity searches, Mr. Wayne... Actually, you’re squirming around like a little bitch in heat... I take it that you like it up the ass?”
“I… Mmm… Richard… What are you doing to me?”
“Stroking your prostrate... But you didn’t answer my question... Do you like it up the ass, Mr. Wayne?”
“Oh God, yes…”
“Then tell me, Mr. Wayne… Tell me how bad you want it up your tight little ass.”
“Fuck me… I want it… Richard… Please... Fuck me in my tight little ass.”
“You want me to fuck you? But I don’t know if I should. You really pissed me off when you told me there’s something inside of you that just won’t let you quit…”
Richard sighed dramatically and then continued.
“But since you’re being such a good little cock whore and want it so badly... I’m going to put something inside of you that’s gonna make you quit... And you’re going to beg for it every night… just like the little slut you really are.”
As Richard slowly slid his two fingers out of Bruce’s twitching asshole, Bruce gasped again as he suddenly felt the younger man finally release the hold on his handcuffed wrists.
And then he heard the medical glove being pulled off.
He almost cried out in sharp relief as Richard ran a strong hand over his thighs, greedily feeling up the smooth black stockings that were still seductively wrapped around his legs, clutching the sexy nylon flesh in his firm grip - until Dick’s fingers danced upwards across their lacy tops, playfully snapping the garter belt against his quivering ass.
Through his own heavy breathing, Bruce barely heard the unmistakable sound of Richard’s zipper as it was forcefully pulled down and then heard the light crumple of Dick’s tight pants as they were discarded onto the floor beside him.
When Bruce felt Richard’s powerful hands grab hold of his hips and then slide something large, hard and hot along the crack of his ass - he did cry out - his bound wrists involuntarily twisting in handcuffs as his toes curled into the floor.
Awash with desperate passions, his mind now latched onto one single sensation. The hot and meaty something that was roughly spreading his ass cheeks apart… The hot meaty thing that was far too big to be what Bruce thought it was…
It was being pushed against his lubricated asshole just like some monster-sized cock.
Christ, could that actually be Dick’s…?
“Well Bruce, if you’re not going to listen to reason, then I guess I’m finally going to have to fuck some sense into you… I’m going to make you remember what a cock-loving little whore you really are.... So get that tight little ass ready, bitch… ‘Cause Dick Grayson is about to become your Daddy.”
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