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                          "ROBIN'S RENDEVOUS"

             All costumed characters except for Kestrel are
                          Copywrite DC Comics


    Robin returned from patrol that night, glad for the modified
Ninja he rode; Summer in Gotham was blazing hot and muggy, and a
hundred-mile-an-hour motorbike ride was a great way to cool off.
Still, his tight costume clung to his powerful body as he walked the
bike away from the giant tunrtable. He saw the long, black
Batmobile; that meant Batman had made it home. He smiled, knowing
what Batman would find waiting for him in the break room: Ramone, a
really hung Latino stud who was also their big break in the recent
drug and arms deals going down in Gotham. Robin decided to look in
on them and saw Batman humping the handsome street kid, sweat
pouring down his face as he fed his cock to the pretty boy's firm
ass. Ramone's eyes were closed and it looked as if he were in
seventh heaven with Batman's huge manhood in him. Robin also saw the
dark hunk wore one of his old masks and was clad in ripped trunks!
   Ramone had talked about a fantasy of his being Robin raped by
Batman, so apparently he had told the Dark Knight about this and
Batman had obliged him with one of Robin's old costumes, when he
still wore the micro-bikinni green trunks. He saw the remnants on
Ramone's body where Batman had fought him, holding him down and
tearing the costume off his body before fucking him. Ramone's groans
sounded throughout the Batcave as Batman repeatedly plowed the
muscular teenager, and Batman sure looked like he was enjoying it.
   Robin felt himself getting hard as he watched Batman fuck the
young man, and he rubbed his growing cock through his scarlet
tights. He slipped off his costume and showered, then changed into a
spare. He still had ten hours or so to go before the DA would be
ready, and they still had to gain additional evidence from the gang.
Robin and Kestrel had rescued Ramone from his own gang earlier that
morning, and had taken him back the Batcave where, in addition to
writing down everything he knew and making tapes, he had fucked both
teen heros, even as he was fucked by them. He had been a regular
little stallion to have been totally a virgin as far as guys went
just that morning. Robin wanted the pretty Latino man's cock in him
again, soon, since Kestrel would be gone for a few days. God, he
would be glad when he could start college and move in with Kyle
Hamilton in the dorms. College was only a pretence for him, to get
his diploma, since Batman had already taught him everything he would
ever need to know about Criminology, his chosen field. He could help
tutor Kyle in whatever he chose (he thought it was going to be
Architecture) and then they could simply be with each other all day.
   Robin toweled himself off just as Batman came though the door,
wearing only his cowl to cover his face. His massive cock was hard,
even after plowing Ramone's tight ass more than a couple of times,
and he smiled at Robin as he came in to shower off.
   "Nice present." he said simply.
   "Jeez Batman, how many times did you do the poor guy? He's still
pretty tight..."
   "He's not now, after about four times."
   "Yowtch! Man, I don't know how he stood it." Robin winced,
smiling, remembering the times Batman had been REALLY horny, like
tonight. He simply didn't get ANY sleep those nights, or Batman
simply fucked his sleeping body until he woke up.
   "He's a strong kid, like you and Kestrel. He stood up pretty
well."
   "Is he up for some more?"
   "You really are horny tonight, Robin! And frankly, I'm not really
through with him myself. He's a really hot boy." Batman toweled
himself off and slipped into a clean costume, his uncut cock already
making a bulge in the tight midnight-blue trunks. Robin got another
spare uniform, and walked back over to Ramone.
    The muscled teen was on his back, his well-built chest soaked
with sweat. Beads glistened on his skin and ran in rivulets across
his bulging pecs and filled the deep cuts of his rippled abs. He
looked so peaceful in repose, his eyes closed and a smile on his
lips. His huge young manhood was still half hard and Robin knelt
beside the boy while Batman looked on. Robin cupped the boy's cock
and balls in his hand, and squeezed them until the teen's cock
responded and grew hard. Robin pulled the foreskin back and ran his
tounge in between the foreskin and Ramone's delicate red cockhead.
The boy groaned and woke up, and smiled to see the hot teen sucking
his cockhead.
   Ramone raised his arms and laid back for Robin to suck him,
throwing back his head and shuddering as the experienced teen sent
waves of hot pleasure through his body. Robin's gloved hand slid
beneath his bulk to slip a slender finger deep in Ramone's still-
slippery fuck-hole. Ramone arched his back, and then saw Batman's
tall body standing over him. Batman smiled at the boy he had just
got through banging a few minutes ago, and pulled his own thick,
uncut meat from his trunks and rubbed it over Ramone's dewy lips.
The boy reached and felt the Batcock stip into his mouth easily.
Batman turned and straddled the end of the cot where Ramone's head
now hung off and sliped his cock into the boy's mouth. The thick
meat muffled Ramone's groans as he sucked Batman's huge cock and was
himself sucked by the Teen Wonder. The handsome spanish boy was in
the middle of a dream come true as the Dynamic Duo blowed and fucked
him. He wanted to cry out to Batman to fuck him and fuck him hard.
    Robin finally took all of Ramone's hearty cock down his throat
and Batman pushed his cock all the way in, fucking the boy's throat.
Ramone thrashed a bit and pulled back, but Batman followed him.
"Suck it, street boy," He hissed as he pushed his cock further
toward Ramone and the boy closed his eyes and tried to throat it as
best he could. Menawhile he felt his cock about to burst from
Robin's attentions when all of a sudden that silky tounge was no
longer swirling around his cockhead. Robin straddled Ramone's lean
body and slipped his tights down. Then he held Ramone's young horse
cock upright and squatted on the boy's cock, taking it in his ass.
Ramone moaned as he felt the heat and pressure of Robin's firm ass
envelop his cock and he pushed forward with his hips, fucking the
teen's butt as hard as he could. Robin grimaced at the huge hard-on
up his hole, and leaned against Batman's backside, feeling the firm
globes of the Dark Knights ass. Robin slipped his hand down Batman's
tights and fingered the man's loose hole, feeling the warmth and
wetness there left by the latin stud they were servicing now. Robin
bore down on Ramones hearty meat and felt it slide a few more inches
up his ass until it was in as far as it could go. Ramone bucked
under him, fucking him as best he could and still wrap his lips and
tounge around Batman's thick cock.
   Batman grunted as he came, pulling back and splattering the Latin
teen's face and chest with gobs of his spunk. He shot his first load
all over the boy's face and neck, then felt Robin's fingers at his
ass.
   Batman turned to the pretty teen still with Ramones heavy cock
up his ass and smiled. "Quite a butt-full isn't he?" Batman laughed,
smiling at Robin's intense look of pleasure. He kissed Robin again
and again, his first boy lover, and then pulled Robin off the Latin
boy's cock. "You need some real meat, son..." and bent the Teen
Wonder over Ramone's hard body, pulled Robin's black cape aside and
slid his cock as far as it would go down Robin's ass in one slippery
motion.
    "OooooWWWWW!!!" Robin cried as the huge peice of meat penetrated
him all the way to the root. Ramone's cock was trapped beneath the
Teen Wonder, and started to jerk, deprived of Robin's small fuck-
hole. Robin slid back and forth across Ramone's hard body, propelled
by Batman's hard fucking. The young masked hero was red-faced and
straining to take the huge peice of meat Batman shoved in him,
squirming back and back until his balls pressed against Batman's.
Robin groaned as Batman sped up, then slowed down, pulling almost
all the way out, almost letting the tight little muscle close, then
ramming his cock all the wy in Robin's slippery little ass. "AAAhhhh,
Owwww, Batman that HUUURTS!" he moaned as Batman hefted the boy up,
using his cock as a lever, pressing the kid down again, then using
his cock to plow the boy's tight ass more and more. Robin tried to
hold himself up, tried to releive a little pressure on his ass, but
Batman kept him bent over. Ramone watched the fuck with rapt
attention, and pushed the Teen Wonder's long hair out of his eyes
where it had fallen. Robin gritted his teeth as he endured Batman's
hard fucking, then gasped again and again as Batman somehow forced
himself deeper into Robin's sweet ass.
    Ramone was entranced by the intense fucking Batman was giving to
Robin, and he groped his hand underneath the trapped teen until he
found the rigid meat of Robin's slender cock and wrapped his hand
around it. He started to slowly jerk the caped boy, working his hand
between their hard bodies as Batman bore his 240 pounds of muscle
down on them both. Robin's cock started to jerk and then unload it's
cum right into Ramone's hand. He made a fist and pulled it out from
under Robin's squirming athletic body and dripped Robin's cum right
at the point when Batman's cock plowed him. He put his hand between
them for a minute, masturbating Batman's huge meat as it plunged
in and out of Robin's wet hole, but then Batman pushed it aside.
    Batman groaned as he plowed his ward's tight young ass, making
sure he hit the boy's prostate over and over again, sending ripping
waves of heat through the caped teen's hard body. Robin shuddered
beneath him as Batman fucked the boy as hard as he could, pressing his
cock as deep as he could go, stretching the kid over and over,
slipping in and out until with a groan he came, his cum exploding
inside the Teen Wonder's tight ass as he shot over and over again.
   He kept fucking Robin's tight hole as his cock jerked and jerked,
feeling the slippery cum ooze out over the boy's pale ass and
trickle over Robin's low hanging balls. The teenager under him
moaned as silent tears trickled down his handsome masked face. Robin
finally felt Batman start to get soft, then pull out of his
fuckhole. Robin groaned as he felt the emptiness there, where before
ten inches of iron-hard Batcock had been buried. Robin fingered
himself a second, feeling the stretched hole, then stood up,
grunting in the dull pain from his asshole.
    Batman rubbed his gloved hands over his swinging cock and
balls, wiping the cum from it and stuffing it back in his trunks. It
was soft now and would stay that way for a little while. He wiped
the sweat from Robin's brow and took his ward in his arms, feeling
the pretty muscleboy melt against him, Robin's hard young body
conforming to his statuesque form. Robin shuddered in Batman's
embrace, and Batman bent down to kiss the boy on the lips, tounging
him, his hand slipping down to the boy's slippery ass. He teased
Robin's fuckhole with his thumb a second, the boy trembling against
him as he did so, feeling Robin's body tense and respond, the boy's
cock sliding up his leg hot and hard and ready. He briefly
considered giving up patrol tonight and taking both boys up to his
room and having more fun with them, especially Robin, but duty
called and he had spent too much time with Ramone and his pretty
partner already.
   He kissed Robin once more and left, becoming one with the shadows
of the Batcave. Seconds later, the Batmobile roared out into the
night.
   Robin sat back on the cot and pulled his tights up, cinching his
utility belt tightly, and gasped for air a bit. Batman had fucked
him like he had never been fucked before; now he could really
understand what Kestrel had gone through being raped by Catman. He
limped to the showers and stripped, then enjoyed a long hot shower,
followed by Ramone. Ramone soaped the dried spunk off his massive
chest, and helped Robin some, washing the boy's violated ass with
gentle swabs as Robin clung to the railing with his jaw set. The
young hero gulped a couple times as Ramone went too deep, and he saw
blood on the rag more than once. He felt like crying; Batman had
never been so rough with him before. He wanted to find Kyle and go
to sleep in the handsome quarterback's arms, but Kyle probably could
not get away. He would see. Besides, he needed to keep an eye on
Ramone.
   "Man, that looked like it hurt like hell..." Ramone's deep rich
voice surprised Robin, and he turned quickly around with a gasp.
Then he just nodded, wiping the water from his still-masked face. He
would be glad when he could take the black dominoe mask off, but
Ramone could not know his secret identity. He smiled weakly at the
handsome Hispanic kid, with his bulging biceps and thick legs, a
nice thick spanish cock swinging low across his thigh, the foreskin
reaching down to cover the cockhead completely except for one
glimpse of red. His balls swung even lower, and his cock twitched as
Ramone began to soap them, twisting them this way and that to get
them cleaned of the cum Batman had splattered on him, and of Robin's
spent cream as well. His loins were spattered with dried cum, and it
took a long time to dislodge all of it.
   Fianlly both young men dried off, Robin using the towel gingerly
on his violated ass. Ramone dipped his fingers in some cream and
knelt, sliding the cooling ointment into Robin's well-used hole.
Robin signed as he felt the fire in his ass die. Ramone's hand
brushed Robin's balls and the Teen Wonder felt his cock jerk again.
He sat down lightly and spread his legs.
   "Here man, blow me, please? I got to get some sleep before I fall
over and I can't do it with my cock so hard."
   Ramone smiled and bent over Robin's slender penis, taking it in
his mouth and using his tounge and teeth to bring the masked boy to
a swift climax. Robin groaned as his abused prostate pumped cum into
Ramone's waiting throat, feeling his abused butt muscles clench in
reaction. He groaned and shot and shot and shot, then stood weakly.
He laid down on one of the cots and didn't even bother with a sheet
in the cool cave, and fell asleep with Ramone watching him.
   Ramone watched Robin fall asleep; the boy had been put through
some pretty rigerous sex play there at the end, and Ramone stretched
his legs, remembering Batman's huge penis deep inside him. The Dark
Knight had come upon him sleeping, flipped him over and was working
his huge cock inside Ramone's butt when the boy had finally woken
up. By then it was easy for Batman to hold him down and fuck him. He
had dressed Ramone in Robin's old costume and then laid him down
again for a good fuck session, then another until the hispanic boy
thought he would surely burst from the loads of cum dumped into his
ass. Robin was a better lover, really, gentler and more understand-
ing. He wished Robin was awake right now so he could make love to hm
like earlier, but for now the Batcave was his.
   By now he had recovered some with the robustness of youth, and his
cock twitched as he watched Robin sleep. Dim light made shadows in
the hollows of the teenagers muscled chest and buried his small bush
in darkness from which rose slightly his soft velvety cut penis,
resting across his low-hanging balls, soft and deceptively small.
   Ramone knelt beside Robin and laid his hand on the boy heros
cock, feeling it twitch and get hard under his hand, swelling to a
nice slender seven inches. He took his fingers and jacked the red-
dening cockhead, pressing at the base where Robin's foreskin used to
be attached. Then he bent over, gently so as not to wake the
handsome teen, and took the smooth large cockhead in between his
lips, wetly kissing on it until it started to jerk and Robin's warm
salty cum ozzed into his mouth. The boy had cum a lot today, and it
was lacking the force of his earlier ejeculations. Ramone was
satisfied, though, then he took his horse cock in hand, pulled back
the foreskin and rubbed it over the satiny skin of Robin's hard
bicep, feeling the young muscle roll under his penis. He pulled back
and masturbated a bit, wanting to spend himself on Robin's flat
belly and then lick his cream off of the rippled hairless surface.
   He slid his hand under Robin's muscular thigh and found the boy's
smooth ass cheeks. Then further under Robin's heavy body he pushed
and found the curve, then the puckered entrance to his hole. It was
hot, and still a little wet and slippery from what cum was still in
there coming out now that the teen was relaxed utterly. Ramone
played with it a bit, then slid his hand away. Batman had been
pretty rough with the kid, and he didn't want to hurt Robin at all.
   He traced the boy's jawline, then carressed Robin's handsome
face, brushing a lock of coal black hair out of the young man's
eyes. He bent over and kissed Robin gently on th cheek and lips.
Damn he MUST be out like a light! Normally we would have thought
someone like Robin would be constantly alert. He had sort of hoped
the boy would wake up at the first breathe across his cockhead, but
he had already sucked him off and Robin was still asleep, utterly
limp.
   Ramone was tired now too, and he flopped down in the cot beside
Robin and dreamed of the hunky teen's perfect body.
    Robin was up early in the morning and saw that Batman stil was
not back. Ramone slept the sleep of the totally exhausted next to
him, and he was a little surprised that the hunky hispanic teen had
not tried to sleep on top of him. Ramone's cock was half hard, and a
small puddle of precum and spunk lay at the base of the oozing cock.
Robin wondered what the handsome gang boy was dreaming of, but it
was too late for that.
   Robin did his morning workout in the nude, tumbling, jumping and
stretching until his perfect young body was slicked with sweat and
he was breathing hard. Then he did his cool down, showered and slid
his costume on, adjusting the skintight spandex across his legs and
making sure his trunks were not going to show his hard-on easily.
   Robin walked back and woke Ramone up, then waited while the
stumbling teen showered and shaved, then they both shared a large
breakfast. "Well, me managed to keep you safe enough, and now you
can turn State's Evidence on the Reavers. Your buddies are really
going to be gunning for your hide, man."
   "Well, I still have to do it. I watched my sister die from the
drugs and guns we sold, and I decided it was enough. Time to do
something about it, because I don't want to die dirty."
   "Federal Witness program will have you packed off to Ohio or
somewhere in a week. Going to miss Gotham?"
   "Not really, but I will miss you three. Being with all three of
you was the best thing I ever had happen to me."
   "Glad you liked it. Well, it's time to get going. I'll drop you
off at the police station first."
    Ramone straddled Robin's motorcycle and clung to the costumed
teen for dear life as they roared out of the Batcave into a blazing
hot Gotham summer. Robin smiled as he felt the sun and the wind on
his body; his nineteenth birthday would be in a few weeks, and he
had been thinking about a lot of things, a lot of changes he would
like to make now that his teenaged days were almost over.
    He dropped Ramone off at the police, escorting the hunky ganger
into Gordon's office himself. Then he was free to do as he pleased
for the first time in almost two days. He went by Kyle Hamilton's
house and only saw Kyle's motorbike in the drive. He slipped up to
the house and then knocked. Kyle came to the door, yawning, wearing
only a pair of white bicycle pants that did nothing to disquise his
generous basket. Kyle saw Robin and smiled broadly, his handsome
face almost glowing. Robin came in and kissed the pretty young man,
holding him tight against his body. He smoothed Kyles twisted long
blonde hair and felt the boys warm lips slid over his. Kyle was a
good kisser, one of his best points. The pair walked back to the
huge den.
    "How's the home front? You up for some action tonight?"
    "Crimebusting or just having a good time with you?"
    "A little of both, since what we have to do tonight should not
take very long." Robin flopped on the couch and slipped his cape
from his shoulders. "I thought we might go see a movie or something,
or rent a video. Your choice."
    "I haven't seen 'Three Muskateers' yet, let's go to that."
    "Great. Bring your civilian clothes and I'll keep them in the
bike so we don't have to go all the way back to the Batcave to
change."
    The two young men came back to Kyle's house laughing and
talking. Kyle opened Dick's shirt and slipped his hand over the
handsome teen's washboard stomach, then kissed him. Dick slipped off
his shirt and laid back on the couch, waiting for Kyle. Kyle dug his
hands into his tight jeans and slipped off his T-shirt. Dick admired
his lover's hard body as Kyle knelt beside him and started to
carress his nipples. Dick's chest shuddered at the boy's gentle
touch, and Dick relaxed, giving himself up to the handsome young man
that had come into his life so unexpectedly more than a year ago. He
looked at Kyles smooth body and blonde good looks and counted
himself lucky. Kyle loved him and he returned that. They had faced
death together, and that bound them in a way few other men could
ever understand. Knowing this sleek young athlete would die for him,
and that he would do the same for Kyle, lent a deep passionate
undercurrent to everything they did together.
   Kyle's hand continued it's journey across Dick's deep muscled
chest, feeling the hard chisled body of his lover as he swept
across Dick's flat pecs and squeezed the steely muscles of his arms.
Dick reached around and drew Kyle to his chest, holding the teenager
against him, feeling the beat of Kyle's heart, the rush of his
blood, the sweetness of his breath and the salty taste of the soft
flesh of his neck and cheeks. He found his lovers lips and the two
boys embraced on the couch, enjoying the warmth and strength of one
another as they necked on the couch, each feeling the smooth
carresses of the other like it was the first time for them both.
   Dick started to get hard, really hard and his cock pressed
painfully against his jeans. He undid Kyle's jeans and slipped them
down, feeling the firm dimpled butt beneath them. Kyle stood up and
stripped, then helped Dick with his own clothes, then laid back down
on his beautiful naked lover. The two young men moaned low in their
throats as the heat of their powerful bodies made contact. Dick felt
Kyles long manhood slid between the thick muscles of his legs and
press against his pucker and it drove him wild. He forced himself to
go slow, years of dicipline learned from Batman was required to keep
from flipping Kyle over and entering him right then. He knew Kyle
usually wanted to go slow, be hugged and cuddled and carressed, a
long symphony of sleepy foreplay before letting Dick enter him, or
before he was ready to enter Dick's firm ass.
   Kyle kissed and bit Dick Greyson's smooth young body until at
last he came to Dick's smooth cut seven inches of slender cock. Dick
groaned as Kyle started to lick and probe his cock, then arched his
back a little in his passion as Kyle started to play with his low
hanging balls. Kyle played with Dick's cock a little, then with his
tight puckerhole, then flipped his lover over slowly. Dick trembled,
ready for Kyle's sweet invasion of his body, and closed his eyes as
he felt Kyles fleshy cockhead press against his asshole. He relaxed
and took the handsome athlete inside himself; so much easier than
taking Batman, thank god. Kyle was slow and gentle with him almost
always, and tonight was no exception. Kyle plowed his black-haired
lover with slow easy strokes, slowly inching up Dick's ass then back
down, extending the pleasure for both of them until Dick was
trembling and ready to shout for Kyle to push him over the edge.
Then the felt Kyle's strong hand slide under his firmly muscled body
and wrap around his hard cock pressed into the couch and start to
gently play with the cockhead. That was all the Teen Wonder needed
to break him, and his cock started to shoot cum all over Kyle's
hand, his ass muscle clinching regularly as he shot, the stimulation
pushing the young blonde stud over the edge and he started to shoot
his cum deep in Robin's hard muscled body.

     Dick relaxed as he felt Kyles 160 pounds relax in him, knowing
his lover was spent. He turned around when Kyles cock softened
enough to let him loose, and he snuggled aginst the panting, spent
boy. "God you are so good," Kyle whispered, half asleep. Dick smiled
down at his drowsy boyfriend and kissed him again and again. Kyle
moved his hard body against Dick and the lean youth kissed him
again, not breathing, lost in the warmth of his lover's hard flesh.
Dick felt himself getting hard again and he pressed his slender cock
against Kyle's golden flanks. He slid his hand down Kyles smooth
chest, teasing his large brown nipples to hardness, then brushing
the transparent hairs of his flat stomach, then the small golden
bush of pubic hair surrounding his limp cut eight inches of manhood.
He played with Kyle's cock again, getting his lover hard, then he
turned the sleepy teen on his side. moving Kyles leg so it would be
easy for him. Dick took his hardening cock in hand and guided it to
Kyle's sweet tight little ass. He played and teased with Kyles
pucker a few minutes, letting the boy loosen up until he could slip
two fingers up Kyles hot relaxed hole. Kyle jumped as Robin's finger
brushed his prostate, and then groaned as he felt Robin start to
fill him with seven sweet inches of teenmeat. Dick grunted as he
slid himself into Kyle's tight rear, pausing to let this pretty boy
adjust to him, stretch a bit more. Kyle relaxed and that made it a
lot easier for them both, and Dick began to slowly, gently fuck his
boyfriend with slow strong stroke that sent shuddering waves of
pleasure through Kyles muscled young body. Dick slipped in and out
of his lover, holding the limber boy close and carressing his smooth
hairless chest and abs. Kyle spread his legs as far as he could
then, and felt Robin slide as deep as he could into his ass, his
slender cock driving Kyle wild. Kyle groaned as he felt Robin's
strong hand jacking his cock and started to shoot again, his ass
muscle doing the same thing to Dick Greyson; pushing him over the
edge into an intense male orgasm. Dick cried out a bit as he
surrendered to the tide of his orgasm, hugging Kyles tight young
body to him as hard as he could. Kyle melted in his lover's embrace
as his cock spasmed under Dick's hand and he felt the warmth of
Dick's orgasm explode deep in his body. He closed his eyes and
squeezed them until he cried. The two young men rolled in their
intricate union, fused in a way they seldom found even with each
other, their hearts, minds and souls binding as close as their
strong bodies were.
   Both boys felt their head clear and they lay clinging to each
other, gasping with the exertion and the experience of their union.
They lay in each other's arms, whispering through the night, too
tired to sleep even until dawn came and touched their powerfully
defined physiques with golden light.
   Dick woke up fully from his dozing and extricated himself from
Kyle' embrace. He padded over and fixed straight black coffee for
them both. He looked over and saw Kyles long blonde lashes twitch.
The smell of coffee always got him up. Dick sat down beside the
naked youth as Kyle stretched like a young lion, all golden and
tanned in the early dawn sunlight. He sipped at his coffee, simply
watching Dick drink; the working of his throat, the smile on his
face. He slid his han up Dick's broad back and Dick reached around
to take his lover's hand and hold it gently.
   After coffee, the two boys showered and dressed in their civilian
clothes, then took Kyles bike to the Batcave.
   Dick did some work on the Batcomputer, then called Kyle over.
"Kyle, I've been giving this some serious thought, and I need to
talk to you. It's pretty serious in a way, for both of us. I've
decided not to be Robin anymore. No, wait!" He said at Kyles pale
face.
   "I need my own identity, now that I'll be 19 next month, and
being part of 'Batman and' just isn't good enough anymore. I need
something for myself, and I've been Robin since I was 12. I'm not
going to quit being a superhero, just quit being Robin the Teen
Wonder."
   "Gee, I hope you don't want ME to be Robin; I don't think I could
live up to it."
   "--I-- think you would be just fine, but actually I got a message
from Donna Troy the other day that helped me make up my mind. She's
got this idea to revive the Teen Titans, and she wants me to be
team leader again. I...I'm going to accept and move to New York,
where we'll be based. Permanently. And I want you to come with me."
   Kyle, shocked doubly, sat back in the chair beside Dick. "Wow,
that's some change. Really."
   "I'll understand if you don't want to come; Gotham is your home,
and it's as much a part of you as it is to me and Bruce."
   "No, YOU are a part of me, and I would go wherever you wanted,
same as you would do for me, I think."
   "And if you say stay, I'll stay."
   Kyle thought for a long hand minute, then turned back to Dick.
"New York sounds fine with me," he smiled "But who will you be?"
   Dick turned to the computer and pressed the EXECUTE key.
"Nightwing," he said. The computer came up with a naked image of
Dick Greyson, his smooth muscled body seemingly suspended in space,
then a network of lines built up rapidly around the image, following
every curve and contour. Dick's image was covered with midnight blue
material, with black gloves and boots, a golden utility belt, and a
golden 'feather'-like pattern across his back, his deep chest, and
at the cuffs of his boots and gloves. His mask was different,
midnight blue and more jagged. There was no cape, only a stretched
length of the golden material from his upper arms to his back,
almost like short wings.
   Kyle gaped at the new costume, entraced by it. "God, that's
GREAT," he grinned, and turned to see Dick's tall firm body already
wearing it. He stepped up to the costumed teenager, and ran his
hands across Nightwing's hard body, loving the feel of the skintight
material as it hugged his lover's body. He stood back as Nightwing
modeled it for him. "Watch this," the blue-clad avenger said to him,
and Nightwing climbed up on the side of the cave, then jumped off
with no mat beneath him. The air caught under the wing-cape and he
glided to a light landing beside Kyle. Kyle was stunned, and then
he laughed with releif. "Man, I thought you were going to land flat
on your ass."
    Nightwing slapped his friend on the back, and led him over to
his motorcycle, the "R" logo already changed to the stylized 'bat'
symbol on Nightwing's belt buckle. He opened the trunk part and took
out a package.
   "Thought you might like a change too..." and handed it to Kyle.
The excited boy slipped off his clothes and opened the box, then
began to put on the new costume. It was a shortsleeved black body
suit with black boots and gloves, a grey utility belt, and a dark
grey jacket with more room for gadjets. A black domino mask like the
one on his previous costume rounded out the uniform. He pressed the
adhesive mask to his face and looked at his sleek body in the
mirror.
   "Man this is really hot! Thanks! But what should I call myself
now?"
   "How about....Raven? Or Rook?"
   "Rook sounds great. I think there's already a 'Raven' isn't
there? Some guy with wings?"
   "Probably. Nightwing was really my third choice, but the others I
thought of were already taken. Rook sounds just fine. And that
costume looks great on you. It's sure a great help that you have the
same measurements I do."
   Rook embraced Nightwing and then kissed him, overwhelmed by the
whole situation. He misted up and stood away from Nightwing.
   "I'll sure miss this place."
   "Wait until you see Titan's Tower, and our room."
   "OUR room?"
"Yeh; roommates at college and roomates at the Tower. They have plenty of
space if you would rather..."
   "NO, it's fine. Better than fine. I mean this is pretty sudden. We
had planned to be roomies at Hudson. Now I can be with you almost all
the time. If I had my own room, I'd never spend any time in it anyway...."
   "Well, we'll have a pretty big suite, so we each have a lot of
space to ourselves. Want to go up and check it out?"
   "Yeh, that would be great." Kyle hopped on the bike behind
Nightwing and the two of them rode off together to the airport.

