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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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            It did not take long for Brittany to realize how real and how dangerous her situation was. Her options were laid out to her by the Tutlings as bluntly as the King Tut outlined them to Dick. She cursed herself for dismissing the seriousness Robin attached to inviting Tut to their party. She thought it would just make things more exciting for the girls – well her, actually. Why wasn’t Robin there protecting her anyway? Oh yeah, I messed that up, too. He’ll still come and save me. That’s what superheroes do. At least that’s their legend.
            Robin bolted for the high school. The sex had done a miraculous job in clearing his mind. He arrived in the auditorium a saw dozens of guys and girls standing about, staged for a wedding ceremony. Tut was standing on one side in elaborate Egyptian garb and Brittany was on the other. She wasn’t restrained but there were two strongly built guys standing as bookends to her position.
            When Siris, the designated minister asked if anyone objected, Robin took that as his cue to cry out his disapproval as he came barreling down the aisle. His sprint transitioned to a round-off back hand-spring into a flying kick that knocked out Siris.
            “I guess the minister has decided to take a snooze on his King, Professor McElroy. There isn’t going to be a royal wedding today.” He gave a brief look over to Brittany to make sure she was okay and added a wink for a touch of dramatic gallantry.
            “How dare you interrupt this solemn ceremony?” he burst out. “Who are you referring to as McElroy? I am Nebkheperure Tutankhamen, the Sun King, the Nabob of the Nile, the Defender of Egypt, the Almighty Monarch. The question should be who are you: Bird of Spring, Boy of Spring Break?”
            Robin tried to make his case, “Professor, you are a brilliant academic, you need help. Let me take you to proper psychiatric care so you can live happily with your real identity.”
            “The only one with an identity crisis is that Buffoon Bat you pal around with. Look at me. I do not need a mask. Why does he and by extension you feel the need to cover up who you really are?”
            “We wear these masks to protect our loved ones. Underneath them we are the normal people you meet and care about.” Robin made sure he ended his comment looking at Neila.
            “You bore me already. Tutlings, pluck his feathers.”
            A circle of brutality surrounded the Boy Wonder. Unfazed, he spun in a move that angled his airborne body to the ground and resulted in a kick to the jaw of one of the henchmen. Another took a swing at Robin but now clear headed he used his miss to position himself behind him and administer a neat knock-out karate chop to his neck. Two more charged him at once and Robin jumped up to an overhanging light fixture which caused them to crash into each other. The fixture was too weak to support his weight so when it came collapsing down he neatly landed on top of them, prompting their concussive states. With the collective muscle reduced to three standing bodies, Robin quickly dispatched one with a straight punch to the jaw and, ignoring the other two, headed for Tut. The Egyptian swung his golden mitre to keep the Caped Vigilante at a distance but he knew it would not be effective for long. One of the remaining goons approached Robin and was dispatched with barely a glance from the skilled fighter. Robin was going to end the charade.
            He turned around to see where the last Tutling standing was. The thug looked like the scared college kid he was and kept at a safe distance. The threat to Robin’s execution though was the unanticipated clunk on his head delivered by Neila with a large vase. Robin’s eyes shot up and to the back of his head as his knees creased and he fell back.
            When Robin returned to consciousness he found that he had been moved outside in the cooler night air. As his positioning became clearer he realized he was on the top row of the football bleacher seats. His arms were tied together behind his back and on his bare butt he could feel the grooves of the metal plank. The rest of his uniform was intact. Critically of concern to him was the cord tied around his scrotum.
            “I guess you are wonder what we have in store for you, Boy Blunder,” Tut began, “It seems we have a game of ‘Truth or your nuts come off’ to play. You may have noticed a certain tightness around your un-royal family jewels. What you may not have noticed is at the other end of the cord I have attached a quite heavy cinder block. The game is simple really. I ask you a question and if you don’t answer it honestly, I drop the weight off the bleachers and its flight down takes your balls with it. Do you understand these game parameters?”
            “You’re sicker than I thought!” Robin steamed.
            “King Tut,” Neila broke in, “surely there is something else we can do. We want to follow Egyptology, not brutality.” She appealed to the higher principles that spoke to her when joining his crew. She now regretted helping King Tut after witnessing and hearing the evil plans he barked out following her incapacitation of Robin.
            “Get her out of my sight!” Tut snapped. “The reason Egypt is so strong is because of its willingness to be brutal.” He let out a sigh of exasperation as she was dragged back.
            Turning back to his victim he asked in a sweet voice, “So are we ready to play? The first question is an easy one, something I am positive you already know. Who is the person behind the mask of Batman?”
            “Are you serious?” Robin posed, “you know I can’t answer that.”
            “Oh you can, Short Pants, it’s just a matter of if you will. Who is Batman?”
            “Please, something else, don’t,” Robin implored.
            “Time’s up, he’s obviously willing to sacrifice his manhood for loyalty. Drop the stone.”
            Robin watched in abject horror as the premise of his emasculation played out in front of him. He saw the slack cord racing down the bleacher plank. He thought this makes Bruce and me even for his rescuing me years ago. He wondered if this was the definition of irony or coincidence that he was finally getting regular action with girls and this happens. He finally thought what was best for himself and began to scream out ‘Wait’ when he heard the thud of the cinder block hitting the ground and bouncing mini-thuds of it rolling in the grass. The cord was no longer taut. What happened?
            Two confused Tutlings leaned over the rail to see what disrupted the planned neutering only to encounter the fists of the Dark Knight shooting up the zip line. In unison all those gathered cried, “Batman!” The Bat immediately engaged with two other Tutlings punishing each with lighting speed. Neila rushed over to Robin and untied his arms and the cord around his sack. He joined the fight with punching and kicking away with abandon, unconcerned with his exposed underside. After mummifying all Tut’s henchmen, Batman and Robin turned their attention to the Pharaoh of Felonies. Tut was clumsily trying to flee but his broad proportions made bounding down the metal bleachers difficult. Turning to see if he was being pursued, he stumbled and crashed heavily on his face. The Dynamic Duo, trailed by Neila, sprinted to his aid.
            Holding his arms and hoisting him up it appeared he was okay except for an emerging bump on his forehead. “What happened?” the confused professor inquired. “Why am I dressed like this and why is that boy not wearing pants?”
            They all paused to look at Robin’s naked bottom half. Neila handed the Boy Wonder his green briefs.
            “Cuff them all up, Robin.” Batman usually barked an order like that, this time it was more of a collegial request. “I’ll contact the local authorities to take them to prison.” Robin headed back up the bleachers and cuffed all that he could with the apparati he had then had to use the rope that bound his arms and balls to keep the rest at bay. When he arrived at Neila he asked, “Why are you still here? I intentionally left you for last thinking you would have the sense to wander off.”
            “But Batman said we were all under arrest. I don’t want him hunting me the rest of my life.”
            “I will explain your situation to Batman. Get out of here.”
            “Are you sure?”
            “Listen, this is Spring Break. We’re still kids. We get out of control sometimes but it shouldn’t ruin your life.”
            “Thank you, Robin. You’re the second best guy I have met this week.” Neila turned and started walking, then trotting away. He watched as her form was slowly absorbed by the night’s darkness. Maybe he would run into her again, maybe not. He was comfortable either way.
He began his week lost in rebellion and feeling out of touch with his peers but he would finish it with calm and a sense of belonging. He knew there were more obstacles to come but he knew his utility belt of life experiences was now better equipped to face them. He knew that he had the security of someone at Wayne Manor to always be there, to always have his back. He also now realized he didn’t need Batman or Bruce to constantly help him. The next crisis, whatever it may be, he was determined to tackle it on his own. “After this week,” he asked himself, “how much more complicated could it get?”

The criminals had all been taken away and now the police were just lingering about amazed that they had had an arch criminal in their midst and superheroes from Gotham City came to their aid. Batman motioned to Robin for the two of them to vacate.
Without a Batmobile to whisk them away, they had an unaccustomed long walk together. It was mostly silent until Robin opened up, “I didn’t expect you.”
“Are you kidding?” Batman replied. He was speaking in Bruce’s softer tone and not the usual Bat gruffness. “After that e-mail you sent I stopped everything I was doing and fired up the corporate jet to come straight down here. Your welfare, your state of mind is important to me. Whatever business deadlines I had became irrelevant.”
“Deadlines like sex with JennLoh?” The man under the cowl looked at him with a ‘how did you know’ astonishment. Robin continued, “Come on, you seriously didn’t think that your hook-up with the hottest girl on the internet wouldn’t lead internet news did you? Kind of every guy my age wants to do her and you did. Your adventures together have been on the web all week.”
“You can’t believe everything you read,” Batman recovered. He felt his blue balls times two twinge.
“Still, I’m glad you chose me over the babe.”
“Of course, chum. After all, how much sex can one man have in a week?” They each pondered what that statement meant, ironically and figuratively, over the past several days.
“Batman, don’t take this the wrong way,” Robin began hesitantly, “I’m glad – really glad – you cut that cord when you did but…I need to cut the cord a bit, too. Since my parents died you have guided everything I do – with good intention – but I have allowed myself to become so dependent on you – ”
Batman interrupted, “We are a team. By definition we are dependent on each other.”
“Yes, but I feel that I’ve allowed it to inhibit me, it’s held me back. I want the chance to make mistakes and have to rely on myself to correct them.”
“I see. I guess I had that chance. So should you. Let me make sure I understand you: are you speaking to me, now, or to that other man?”
“Both, I guess,” despite the dual personalities of his guardian, the young math whiz knew both well enough how to divide and combine them.
“Well, there it is. The next problem that arises, you are on your own.” There was no malice in his voice.
Batman uttered his words as they came up to Brittany sitting in the back seat of a patrol car. Robin went up to her to ask if she was okay. He then politely exchanged a few words with the officer in the car.
Robin returned and said, “Batman, I will meet you back at the hotel.”
Brittany was shaken but not destroyed. Tut didn’t touch her. Actually, he was very respectful. Whatever guilt or blame she directed at herself was resolved while captive. For now, she was glad Robin asked to escort her back to the hotel.
They did not exchange many words but Brittany made sure she held his arm and temptingly set her head on his shoulder a few times during their walk. When they arrived at the hotel only a few girls had stayed up in vigil. Normally, Brittany would have been incensed that no shrine of mourning had been constructed in her honor. Tonight, she thanked them and charged them with going to sleep. Robin had planned on taking Brittany as far as the door to her bedroom but to steer clear of entering. At the door, expecting her to thank him and say ‘good night’ she instead said, “You know, I am still waiting for you to de-flower me.”
Robin smiled. She never gives up, he thought. “Why don’t we make that another time?”
With the masked hero in her entrance, she stripped in front of him and answered, “No, why don’t we make it now.”
Brittany’s body was cheerleader perfect. He could not want to squander the sex opportunity of his college life. Also, his briefs were useless in hiding his immediate erection. “Lie down,” he instructed her. She complied without comment. Thinking about her desire for his mask as well he stated, “With all you have said earlier, I can’t completely trust you.” He reached into his utility belt and took out two pair of bat-cuffs and secured her wrists to the bedposts.
“Why are you doing that? Are you a kinky Robin?”
“No I am just protecting myself…from you. We crime fighters are nothing without our planning.”
Brittany pulled firmly and mockingly with both arms and smiled. He secured his target. “Okay Boy Wonder, execute your plan.”
Robin pulled down his briefs and carefully placed them to the edge of the bed before moving to the side of the bed where Brittany could reach the tip of his cock with her mouth. Again her reputation made it feel like his best blow job of the week. As she was sucking him off, he reached over and caressed her pussy once before vigorously fingering it. Her clitoris was slow to react but once it did she was bucking and begging for him to enter. He climbed onto the bed and teased her with the tip of his rocket placing it and out snug opening for a few half strokes. He could feel the sensitive lips of her previously unbreached vagina circle and hold the tip of his dick every time he probed.
“Deeper,” she petitioned.
When he tried to penetrate more profoundly he hit an unusual resistance. Momentarily puzzled, he remembered ‘oh yeah, she’s a virgin’. He was the first one she would ever been with. He pushed harder until the membrane finally gave way and he was able to pump freely. She gasped but controlled any discomfort with breathing quickly. Robin looked to Brittany’s face to see if she was enjoying it. He would never claim to know the inner workings of her thoughts but her face registered a deep satisfaction. Whether it was how he was fucking her or who she was letting fuck her, he would never know.
After many minutes of pumping and thrusting Robin felt a surge working from his balls to his love gun.
The force of his explosion was more forceful than Brittany expected. Her initial pain when her hymen was split had faded and she really enjoyed the last few minutes of her first sexual encounter. Robin was sweaty on top of her but his chiseled body felt so comfortable next to hers. He mumbled something about how did she feel and that she did great. Her planned comeback was ‘thank you’ but her heightened emotional state over-rode her calculated cool and she instead responded with, “I love you.”
Robin hoped he mis-heard her but he wasn’t going to ask her to repeat herself. Still on top of her and still with his limp noodle inside her vagina he searched to change the subject. He saw the day light poking through her bedroom window. “Hey it looks like one of your predictions came true after all,” as he gave a ceremonious grind into her soaked genitals acknowledging her declaration to ‘have him’.
“No they both did,” she replied confidently.
“Well I’m still wearing my mask, aren’t I?”
“Are you?” Brittany asked boldly, “are you, Dick Grayson?” With a rattler’s speed and surgical precision, her head perfectly snapped toward his face and she grabbed his mask with her teeth and yanked it off his head.
Stunned by her speed and by her knowledge, he continued to lie on top of her thinking, ‘How did she know? What did I do earlier to give myself away? She’s looking right at me, I can’t deny this.’ He opened his mouth but no words came out. Her smile said ‘victory’ but also conveyed ‘you can trust me…for now’. Looking up at the useless art over her bed he assessed his situation: in the past few hours his secret identity has been exposed by both Brittany and Becky – and they both have designs on him as their boyfriend. And we all go to the same school. And we share several classes together.
Maybe things could get more complicated, after all. Well, Mr. I-Can-Handle-Things-By-Myself, be prepared to cram for a course in damage control this next semester.
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