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Batman and Robin 1
by Steve

NOTE: This story takes place in the DC comics world of Batman, not the
movies’. In the DC comics world, (The accurate one) Dick Grayson left
Batman to become Nightwing. Then Jason Todd took over as Robin, but was
killed by the Joker. Then Tim Drake took over as Robin, and that is where
it stands at the time of this story. This is also after Bruce Wayne
returned as Batman after Bane broke his back. The only real inconsistency
is that Batgirl is still Barbara Gordon, and she is still the same age as
Tim Drake. And though Tim Drake is only like fifteen in the comics, in my
story he is about twenty-two or so, as is Barbara.

A dark haze hung over Gotham City. It was late and most of the city was
asleep. Batman stood atop a building looking out over the barren city.
Robin stood next to him, doing the same. The both looked so valiant in
their rubber costumes, perched high above the sleeping city.
"Do you see anything?" Batman asked, carefully scanning the streets below.
"Nothing, I think it’s time to turn in," Robin said. He was tired and
wanted to get home and get to bed.
"One more sweep," Batman replied. He always very thorough, and that annoyed
the hell out of Robin.
"Come on Bruce, it’s three o’clock in the morning for christ’s sake!" Tim
said, raising his voice.
"There!" Batman shouted, pointing down to a lower building’s roof. Within a
second, he was gone, already swinging towards the building. Robin grabbed
his rope and did the same, sighing as he did so.
Batman landed on the roof and crept slowly towards a shadowy figure who
appeared to be looking through a skylight into the building. Robin crept
slowly behind Batman, keeping his distance for now.
"Little late to be out isn’t?" Batman asked to the shadowy figure. The
figure jumped at the sound of his voice, catching it off guard.
"Jesus christ Bruce!" Batgirl said, holding her chest and breathing
heavily, "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"What are you doing here?" Batman asked as Robin walked up behind him,
seeing Batgirl.
"Hey Barbara!" Tim said, almost surprised to see her.
"Hey Tim," she replied, ignoring Batman.
"Why are you here?" Batman repeated.
"I got a tip that this department store we’re on top of is going to get
robbed," she said, returning her attention to the skylight.
"Who would rob a department store?" Robin asked sarcastically.
"Petty criminals," Batman answered in his usual monotone voice.
"They take the jewelry," Batgirl added, "Wait, here they come." Batman
crouched next to her, seeing four men run into the room, all carrying
automatic weapons. They headed towards the large jewelry case in the
middle.
"Let’s go," said Batman, hastily jumping through the window and landing in
the center of the room. The thieves all looked right at him, and ran for
the door.
"Not just anyone can jump through a window with that much flair," Robin
joked.
"Let’s head em off at the door," Batgirl said, running to the edge of the
roof. She latched herself to a pipe with some rope and repelled down the
building, with Robin not far behind. Batgirl hit the ground and took off
running to the back exit of the building, where the thieves would likely
exit. Robin hit just after her, and took off to the front.
Robin rounded the corner and saw one of the guys running out the front
door. He gave chase and eventually caught up with him, tackling the man in
mid-air. Robin quickly got up, as did the burglar. Robin crouched in a
fighting stance as the man took a swing at him. Robin grabbed his fist and
twisted it hard, hearing the man’s elbow break as he did so. The man fell
to his knees and screamed in agony. Robin kicked him hard in the face,
knocking him unconscious. He lifted the man’s body up over his head and
carried him back to the scene of the crime, where he saw Barbara tying up
the other three. Robin threw the man on his shoulder next to the others.
Barbara added him to the pile.
"Where’s Batman?" she asked, wiping her hands together, quite pleased with
herself.
"I though he was with you," Robin said, baffled.
"Oh shit," They said simultaneously. They ran back into the building
quickly, calling out his name repeatedly.
"Batman!" Robin shouted over and over again.
"Oh my god! Tim over here!" Batgirl called out in horror. Tim ran to her
side and gasped and what laid before him. Batman was lying in a pool of
blood, clutching his stomach tightly.
"Get me to the batcave," Batman said shakily, barely able keep his eyes
open.
"Shit, grab his legs," Tim commanded. Batgirl complied, lifting Batman into
her arms.
"Where is the batmobile?" Barbara asked.
"About a block or two from here," Robin responded. They carried Batman out
of the store and out onto the street. The nearly ran to the batmobile,
struggling to keep Batman in the air the whole way.
"You’re going to be just fine," Barbara said to Bruce, trying to comfort
him.
"It’s right back here," Robin said, turning down a dark alley. They ran
through the darkness, Barbara having no idea where she was going because of
the lack of light. "Doors," Robin said. A sound of hydraulics filled the
air and from the darkness, Barbara saw the batmobile, its door sliding open
slowly.
"Get his legs in first," Barbara said.
"OK," replied Robin, rotating Batman so she could slide in his legs.
"OK," slowly set him down," Barbara directed as Tim laid Batman gently into
the back seat of the car..
"He’s in, let’s go," Robin said frantically. He jumped up into the front
seat and started the car. "You coming?"
"Me?" Barbara questioned.
"Yes you, now come on," Robin urged.
"I really shouldn’t," she said nervously. She really didn’t want to go to
the batcave without Batman saying so himself. He was very anal that way.
"Just come on," Robin said impatiently. Barbara thought about it for a
second and realized that Tim wouldn’t leave with out her, so she jumped in
the car.
"Fine, let’s go," she said.
They drove for what seemed like hours, Batman moaning and groaning in pain
the whole time. Barbara was really starting to get worried about Bruce’s
condition. He didn’t sound good and the longer he went without treatment,
the worse he was going to get.
"Who will fix him up when we get there?" Barbara questioned.
"Alfred will," Tim said casually. He didn’t seem to be too worried anymore.
Barbara was almost annoyed by his calmness.
"How much longer?" Barbara asked impatiently.
"Give it a second," Robin said, chuckling slightly. Suddenly, Robin swerved
off the road and headed down on a narrow path through the woods. Straight
ahead was a large piece of rock.
"You might want to turn," Barbara said.
"No I don’t," Robin said wryly. He pushed a button on the console and the
rock began to slide apart slowly.
"Cool," commented Barbara. The car flew through the boulder and down a long
corridor, before finally winding up in a large, open room, which quickly
flooded with light as they entered it. The car came to a halt and Robin
quickly jumped out. Barbara sat in the car for a moment, taking in the
beauty of the batcave.
"Come on," Robin said, lifting Batman from the back seat.
"Sorry," Barbara said. She jumped from the car and assisted Robin in
carrying Batman to a table on the far end of the cave.
"Oh dear! What happened?" Alfred gasped as he walked into the cave.
"Bruce got shot, I think," Robin said.
"You think?" Alfred questioned.
"He’s bleeding from his stomach," Robin said, moving aside as Alfred walked
by him.
"Oh my!" Alfred said, "Come then, help me get this suit off of him."
"Sure," Robin said solemnly. He and Barbara helped Alfred slide the body
armor off of Bruce before he made them leave.
"You’ll only be in my way," Alfred said, they both knew it was true, so
they left the room. And wandered through the cave.
"Want some coffee?" Tim asked as he pulled the mask from his eyes and
deposited it onto the ground carelessly.
"Sure," Barbara said, doing the same, only keeping her mask in her hand.
"First, I have to get out of this suit, so just give me a minute," Robin
said, taking off his cape next.
"Me too," Barbara said.
"We have some clothes you can change into if you like," Robin said.
"No, I’m fine like this," she said, "Is there a bathroom in here
somewhere?"
"Yeah, follow me," he said. He led her through the cave and up a flight of
stairs to a door, which turned out to be the back of a giant grandfather
clock in Wayne Manor.
"Nice house," Barbara said.
"Too big," Tim sighed, "I get lost a lot." They both laughed momentarily,
before continuing through the living room. "The bathroom is the first door
on the left," Robin said, pointing down a hallway.
"Thanks," Barbara said. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door
behind her. This bathroom was bigger than her living room. "I wish I was
this rich," she said to herself.
Barbara carefully removed her suit, placing each piece of it on the counter
as she removed it. When she was done, she was clad only in a pair of tight
fitting cotton shorts and a cotton sports bra. The shorts came to her mid
thigh, so she felt comfortable wearing them outside, and the sports bra
wasn’t too revealing either.
Barbara splashed some water on her faced and grabbed her clothes and went
back out to the living room where Tim was sitting on the couch drinking
some coffee. He had removed his suit as well, and didn’t put anything else
on either. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, leaving his muscular top
half naked. She gasped softly when she saw him. She never realized he was
that built. She found herself oddly turned on by him. Even though Tim was
in the same year of college as she was, she always found him a lot younger
than herself. It was mainly because he was always with Batman. And next to
Batman, anyone looks like a kid. But now, Barbara began to appreciate Tim’s
virile young body.
"Your coffee’s on the table over there," Tim said, pointing to the table in
front of her.
"Thanks," she said softly, still staring at his massive frame. Tim looked
up at Barbara for the first time, almost dropping his cup when he did.
"Wow!" he said.
"Excuse me?" Barbara said in that wonderful feminist tone.
"I was expecting you to have more clothes on, that’s all," Tim said. He
stared quite obviously at her near naked body, running his eyes up her
long, smooth legs, to her flat stomach and over her enormous breasts until
finally reaching her beautiful face, her green eyes staring back at him
with a disappointed look in them.
"You could be less obvious you know," Barbara said, disgusted with him. She
like the fact that he was enjoying her body, but she didn’t like the way he
was doing it.
"I’m sorry, you just look really good," Tim said in awe.
"Thank you, but could please stop staring?" she asked.
"Admiring," Tim corrected her.
"Oh…" she said, acting as though he had just enlightened her.
"OK, I’m done," Tim said, taking his eyes off her body and directing them
to her face.
"That’s better," she said. She lifted her coffee off the table and sipped
it, almost spitting out what was in her mouth, "Jesus christ! How much
sugar is in here?"
"Not much," Tim said.
"Let me taste yours," she said, walking over to him and grabbing his cup
from his hand. "Bleck! This is worse!"
"I didn’t put nearly as much into yours as I did into mine" Tim said,
giggling slightly at Barbara face.
"How can you drink that?" she asked.
"I don’t know, I just do," he said.
Barbara took a seat next to Tim, leaning her head back far and sighing.
"I’m really tired," she sighed.
"Me too," Tim said, sipping more from his cup. Then they heard someone
coming up the stairs from the batcave. They both ran to the clock and
waited. The sounds got closer and then the wall opened, Alfred stepping
into the room carefully.
"How is he?" Tim asked desperately.
"He is fine," Alfred said calmly.
"Can we see him?" Barbara inquired.
"No, he needs his rest. Why don’t you wait until morning?" Alfred
rationalized.
"Fine," Tim said. He walked back over to the couch and sat down again.
Barbara followed suit, sitting next to him once again.
"Who’s are these?" Alfred asked, holding up Tim’s suit.
"Sorry," Tim said, taking the clothes from Alfred.
"And these?" Alfred asked, holding up Barbara’s suit.
"Sorry," Barbara said, taking the clothes from his hand.
"You already fit in perfectly," Alfred joked to her.
"Well, I’m going to bed," Tim said, standing up and yawning.
"Me too," Barbara added.
"I’ll show you to your room then ma’am," Alfred said.
"No, I can do it. It’s on my way up anyway," Tim said, motioning for
Barbara to follow him up stairs. She got up from her chair and bid Alfred
goodnight before following Tim through the hall.
"Here it is," Tim said, opening a door and turning on the light. Barbara
looked in and saw a huge room, twice the size of her apartment, all to
herself.
"Thank you very much," Barbara smiled.
"If you need anything, I’m right across the hall," Tim said, "Goodnight."
"One last thing," Barbara said.
"What is that?" Tim asked.
"This," Barbara said. She reached up onto her tip toes and gave Tim a kiss
on the cheek.
"Thank you," Tim staggered, surprised by her actions, "But don’t I get
anymore for being cute?" he joked.
"Almost forgot," Barbara responded. She reached up again, but this time,
she kissed him full on the lips and wrapped her hands around his neck. Tim
grabbed her waist gently with his hands, pulling her closer. Their kiss
lasted a few minutes or so, both of them groping and feeling the other.
"I’m that cute, huh?" Tim joked as he released his lips from Barbara’s.
"And then some," Barbara joked, wiping the lipstick from his lips.
"Well, I’m headed to bed now," Tim said, giving Barbara one last kiss
before walking across the hall to his room.
"Don’t I get to spend night with you?" Barbara asked as Tim turned the knob
of his door. He spun around quickly and saw Barbara standing there, smiling
beautifully at him.
"You mean that?" Tim asked, making sure before he continued.
"You tell me," Barbara said, lifting her bra over her head and tossing it
into her room. Her pert breasts rolled out into the light. Tim stared at
the big round nipples as they jiggled wonderfully.
Barbara was usually not this forward with men, but Tim seemed different.
She wanted him like she had never wanted anyone before. Though at the time
she didn’t like him staring at her, she was now feeling very horny because
of it. She now liked that Tim was looking at her, mainly because she
thought he was so attractive, and to have an attractive person be attracted
to you is a wonderful feeling.
Tim said nothing, just grabbed Barbara in his arms and kissed her
passionately. Barbara responded with her tongue, swirling it gently in his
mouth. His hands carefully felt their away across Barbara’s naked torso.
Barbara whimpered softly when he found her breast, pinching the nipple
delicately under his fingers.
"That feels great," Barbara giggled into Tim’s mouth.
"Why don’t we finish this on the bed?" Tim suggested. Looking rather happy
now, Barbara pulled Tim over to the bed. She flopped back onto it and
giggled loudly.
"Having fun?" Tim asked.
"I’ll be having more in a minute," Barbara said naughtily, pointing her
head at Tim’s growing erection.
"I hope so," Tim said, pulling his shorts down to his ankles. His boner
popped free from its restraints, pointing directly to Barbara’s smiling
face.
"Bring that here," Barbara said, beckoning him with her finger. Tim walked
to the bed and sat down next to her, grabbing her in his arms and kissing
her erotically. Barbara broke from Tim’s lips and laid back on the bed,
lifting her ass into the air so Tim could remove her shorts. He reached out
and gripped the cotton shorts and pulled them from her thighs, revealing
her neatly trimmed red bush. Lovingly, Tim kissed his way up Barbara’s
body, paying special attention to her tits.
"You’re so beautiful," Tim said to her, feeling kind of lame afterwards.
Luckily, Barbara didn’t even hear him, she was moaning far too loudly.
"Oh Tim! Fuck me please!" she moaned. Tim looked up from her chest and
right into her eyes. They stared at one another for a moment before Tim
situated himself between Barbara’s legs. In one quick movement, Tim was
deep inside of Barbara, her juices allowing him to slide in easily.
The next five minutes were comprised of Tim’s long hard strokes and
Barbara’s siren like cries. The feeling Tim was giving her was unlike any
other she had ever felt, or maybe it had just been so long since she had
had sex with anyone but herself that she forgot what a man felt like. No
matter what it was though, Barbara knew she was going to climax soon
because of it, and she loved it.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried. Tim complied and sped up. He listened
to the sound of his balls slapping hard against Barbara’s ass as he pumped
her harder than he thought possible. Though focusing mainly on his dick’s
actions, Tim still took the time to kiss Barbara’s heaving tits from time
to time, sending her into a fury of shivers and soft moans.
The thought of pregnancy flashed quickly through Tim’s mind as he unloaded
his seed into Barbara’s womb. He shot only once before pulling out and
spraying the rest across her stomach. Barbara hardly noticed until she felt
Tim collapse on the bed next to her. She was too preoccupied with her own
pleasure to realize that Tim was totally spent now.
"That was so great baby," Barbara said lovingly while running her hands
through Tim’s hair. He raised his head slightly off the pillow.
"Yes it was," he said, collapsing once again to the bed. Tim didn’t want to
be a stereotypical male and fall asleep directly after sex, something he
usually gets around, but this time it was too powerful. There was nothing
that could have stopped him from falling asleep right then.
Barbara got up from the bed and searched around the room for something to
clean herself up with. She hoped to find something in the closet, and she
did, the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, Barbara cleaned herself off and
thought about what just happened. She grinned. Even though Tim was asleep
in the other room, she still found him wonderful as a lover. She wished he
were still awake, to hold her, to touch her, but he wasn’t. Barbara only
found this trivial now. He was so great in bed, who cared if he fell asleep
afterward.
Barbara crept silently back into the room, shutting the bathroom door
quietly. She crawled into bed next Tim, kissing him on the cheek as she did
so.
"Good night," she whispered. Her arm came to rest across his chest and she
sank slowly into a beautiful dreamscape.
~
"Wake up beautiful," was the first thing Barbara heard when she awoke. She
opened her eyes groggily and saw Tim lying next to her brushing the hair
from her face gently.
"What time is it?" Barbara asked sleepily.
"Seven o’clock, your class doesn’t start for two hours," he said softly,
caressing her face gently.
"Good, more time to spend here with you," she said, smiling and placing her
hand on top of Tim’s, guiding it across her face smoothly.
"I’m sorry I fell asleep so quickly, it’s just that you took so much out of
me," Tim laughed. Barbara joined in Tim’s laughter before grabbing the
sides of his face and kissing him softly.
"That’s for last night, and this is for being darned cute," Barbara said,
disappearing under the covers. Tim was about to lift the blankets to see
where she had gone when he suddenly felt her wet lips encircle his flaccid
dick. Thoughts reminiscent of the night before flashed through Tim’s head.
If nothing else, Barbara was a wonderful cock sucker.
"Oh that feels so good," Tim mouthed, the words barely escaping his lips.
He felt his erection grow to its full length, expanding within Barbara’s
skillful mouth. She was almost gagging from the size, but she kept it under
control, sucking him in and out skillfully, giving him more pleasure than
he thought possible from a blow job.
Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. Barbara appeared once again
next to Tim in the bed, giving him a little kiss as she resurfaced, but her
hand stayed firmly wrapped around his cock.
"That was so good, please don’t stop," Tim begged.
"I don’t plan on it, I’m just taking a quick break," she said. Barbara laid
there motionless for a few seconds before jumping up and throwing the
covers from the bed. Before Tim knew what was going on, Barbara mounted him
gracefully, resting her hands on his chest.
It took Tim a few seconds to realize what he was now doing, but when he
finally did, he did it well. He took Barbara by the waist and started
thrusting upward violently, slamming his prick deep into her. Barbara
matched each of his thrusts with an equally forceful downward movement. The
sound of their flesh slapping together rang throughout the house, as did
their urgent cries of passion.
~
"It seems as though Master Tim has found himself a new friend," Alfred said
dryly to Bruce, who was sitting next to him at the kitchen table, reading
the newspaper.
"How lucky for him," Bruce said, laughing to himself.
~
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me harder!" Barbara cried out as she threw her
head back and let her orgasm course through her. She hadn’t climaxed from
just plain sex in years.
"I’m with you baby," Tim said, pulling her off of him just in time to shoot
his load across her stomach, watching a little drip on him.
Barbara smiled and giggled softly as she bent over to kiss Tim. He had the
same grin on his face.
~
"Bruce!" Tim said, running down the stairs at this sight of his mentor,
alive and walking.
"Good morning Tim," Bruce said modestly.
"So you’re OK?" Tim asked, knowing the obvious answer.
"Yes, I’m fine. So where’s your new friend?" Bruce asked, almost laughing
as he did so.
"You mean Barbara?" Tim asked, blushing slightly.
"Who else? I could hear you all the way down here," Bruce laughed, patting
Tim on the back heartily.
"Thanks," Tim said, taking it as a compliment, but still blushing
profusely.
"Good morning guys," Barbara said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen
wearing one of Tim’s shirts and pair of his boxer shorts.
"Nice attire," Bruce commented. Barbara spun around and looked at Bruce,
who was smiling uncontrollably. Then she looked at Tim who was blushing
terribly.
"Oh God," Barbara said bashfully. The covered her face with her hands and
sat down at the table, embarrassed beyond belief.
"Well, I have to go now. See you tonight Tim. And I’m sure I’ll be seeing a
lot more of you Miss Gordon," Bruce smiled as he grabbed his briefcase and
headed for the door.
"Oh my god," Barbara repeated over and over again.
"It’s OK honey," Tim said, sitting down next to her and putting an arm on
her shoulders.
"I just feel so cheap now," Barbara said shamefully.
"Why?" Tim wondered.
"Because Bruce knew we had sex, I just feel so cheap, like I was that
obvious that he heard us," Barbara said, burying her head into Tim’s
shoulder.
"Don’t be embarrassed, so he heard us. Who cares?" Tim said.
"I care! I always tried to uphold this good girl image to everyone, and
now…"
"You destroyed that image last night in my mind," Tim joked. Barbara
laughed a little.
"I just hope he doesn’t tell anyone, it’s going to be bad enough having to
face him, but all of his friends too," Barbara said.
"Bruce wouldn’t tell anyone," Tim paused for a moment, "Is it that bad let
someone know that we had sex? Are you ashamed?"
"No it’s not you," Barbara assured Tim, "It’s just the sex in general. I
don’t like to be looked at as a slut."
"But you’re not," Tim comforted her. The two didn’t say another word. Tim
just held her in his arms.

THE END

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