5 comments/ 45554 views/ 26 favorites Robin's Reckoning Pt. 01 By: Quox Author's note: The following work of fiction is a sequel to a previous story on Literotica called Two or Three written by Mild Mannered Author. His works are excellent adaptations of the DC characters that do them justice. I highly recommend them, and would encourage you to read Two or Three (among his others). This particular story was written with Mild Mannered Author's input and blessing. Both of these stories borrow characters and concepts from DC Comics. DC Comics officially owns all copyrights to all characters mentioned. The following is a work of erotic fanfiction suitable only for adults ages 18 and older. If you are not 18 or older, or are averse to reading erotica, stop reading now. Further, I'm not too specific about continuity as this story blends elements from the TV show, Justice League Unlimited, as well as the comics. So just relax, and enjoy the read! It was a still, mid-October night. Most of the time, the financial district in Gotham City is pretty quiet at 2:00 a.m. But on Law Street, that quietness was shattered. Because with the Joker around, nothing is ever quiet. To complicate matters, with him, was the ever-delightful Harley Quinn, the Joker's girlfriend. And in hot pursuit was none other than Batman, the Dark Knight, and his partner Robin, the Boy Wonder. Inside the Batmobile's cockpit, the two heroic crime fighters watched the Joker's car intently. Joker was in the driver's seat of a crimson-colored 1964 Mustang convertible. It was most likely Harley's pick. She had a thing for convertibles. Normally, Robin had some kind of witty banter to say about the futility of trying to outrun or shoot the Batmobile, but not this time. This time, Robin was silent wearing a look of contained anger. Tim didn't notice, but Batman gave him a quick glance. Robin's real name was Tim Drake, an 18-year-old high school student. Years before, Tim was able to deduce the true identity of Batman and even the previous Robin, Dick Grayson. Tim wanted in, and through his persistence he got in. He got more than what he bargained for, though. Batman reached over the dash and pushed one of the many buttons that lit up the cockpit. "Battering ram engaged," said the female computer voice from the speakers. Batman kicked in the afterburner, and the Batmobile's speed instantly doubled. The crime fighting machine slammed into the beautiful Mustang with a loud "crash." The Joker's getaway vehicle careened left and right on the street, but was able to stay in control of itself. "Damnit! The bat and the brat always have to spoil my fun, don't they?" complained the Joker. "How'd they know we was here Mistah J!?" Harley inquired while fearfully looking back and fourth between her main man, and the Dark Knight's vehicle which now served as a battering ram. "I smell a rat, Harl! But we'll deal with that lat--" "SLAM!" This time the Mustang could not keep control of itself. While traveling at 60 miles an hour, the car started spinning round and round like a top. Thankfully for the two insane criminals, there was enough road to slow down their inertia somewhat. Joker laughed manically as the vehicle spun out of control. Finally, the Mustang smashed into a streetlight, halting its equally crazy adventure. The Clown Prince of Crime looked back and waved at the Batmoble while smiling an evil smile. "Harley, why don't we run along and split these two closet cases up, kay?" "You got it!'" said Harley as she reached onto the dashboard and pushed a button. I don't know about bats, but the bird sure ain't no closet case. Harley thought to herself as she did what her "puddin'" ordered her to do. There was a reason Harley Quinn knew that Robin was no closet case. She had him herself, along with her best friend Poison Ivy. At that time, the two were on the lam after breaking out of Arkham Asylum along with most of its criminal population. She and Ivy needed a code to get into a Lexcorp bank vault to make off with a large stack of bearer bonds. They knew that Robin, who was flying solo for the first time, found out the code, and they had to get it out of him. If they tried torture, Batman would make seeking them out with extreme prejudice a top priority. He'd probably make them both paraplegics if they crippled the Boy Wonder. Killing him would get the same result. Ivy's mind controlling lipstick had no affect. So they tried the only other thing they could think of, pleasure --and a dose of Ivy's "super Viagra" that she concocted. It worked. It was the closest thing Tim had ever been to rape, and he didn't like that one little bit. Neither Robin nor Batman ever thought they would have to inoculate themselves from any kind of Viagra-like drug. Ivy's physical attributes were obvious, but Harley's D-cup breasts and smooth skin (with the occasional scar here and there) were more concealed in her red and black court jester's outfit. Coupled with the fact that Tim was a virgin who never so much as kissed a girl, he tried to resist, but he couldn't. He gave them the code, and they gave him their bodies. Tim could still remember the warmth of Ivy's tongue on his phallus, vigorously working his young hungry cock. He could still taste Harley's salty nipple in his mouth while Ivy worked him over with her mouth. And most of all, he remembered what it felt like with his dick buried in the unbelievably tight pussies of Harley and Ivy. The thrill of pounding his cock into Harley's body beneath him, and the exquisite feeling of Ivy's delectable body rising up and down on top of him was too much. It was his first time, and deep down, Tim liked it. That was why he now hated them both with every fiber of his being. The device activated two rocket-propelled ejector seats. Joker's seat rocketed to the left and Harley's to the right high in the sky. Their shouts of glee echoed into the once-again-quiet night air of Gotham City. Batman opened the cockpit and stood up, Robin doing the same. Both readied their pneumatic grapple guns. Batman looked at his teenage partner. "You know what to do." "Nothing you wouldn't do." With that, Robin fired off a line of de-cel cable in the direction Harley took off into the air. A half-second later, the claw-grapple latched firmly to a surface, and Robin took off towards the sky. "That's what I'm afraid of." Batman said to no one in particular. He followed suit and went after the Joker. Meanwhile, Harley unfastened herself from the car seat. She then pulled out a wicked knife from a pocket on the side of the seat. The blade was about five inches long, and the handle was made to fit the contours of a human hand. The handle was red and black striped, with red and black diamonds on either side; just like her costume's color/pattern scheme. Harley broke out into a sprint and got moving. At the edge of the building, she brilliantly leapt across to the adjacent building looking like a ballerina. When she landed, Harley looked back to make sure she wasn't being followed, but when she turned her head to the front, she saw Robin standing ten feet away from her. He looked angry, and had almost the exact same scowl that his mentor usually had. "How's it goin' bird boy? Long time no see." Harley tossed the knife back and fourth between her left and right hand. Robin's eyes squinted behind the lenses of his mask. ******** Meanwhile, across the street, Batman was very close to catching up to his quarry. Joker ran into an alley between two buildings, and jumped to climb over a fence. But Batman was way too fast for the maniac. With his powerful legs, Batman kicked an empty green dumpster that still smelled of rotten food at the steel-ringed fence. The collision of heavy metal on flexible steel caused the criminal to loose his grip and fall back to the ground. Joker landed on his butt. "Oof!" Instantly he sprung back up on his feet like a bottle rocket. Joker turned, and was about to reach into his inside jacket pocket, but the Dark Knight wasn't about to spare him any quarter. In a flash, Batman grabbed the Joker's arm and twisted his wrist. Next, he rose the mad man's injured arm into the air, grabbed a hold of his belt with his other hand, and then Batman pivoted his hips and threw Joker over his shoulder. Joker landed on the concrete ground with a loud "thud!" "Ouch! Heh, shouldn't you be prancing around like a merry by the docks now? There's a big robbery going on there, you know." Joker taunted. Batman was back into his neutral stance. His cape concealed his arms and main body. "I am there." The crazy person wearing the purple suit opposite Batman was confused. ******** "Tell ya what kid. You let me go, and we can go another round." Harley stopped tossing the knife and slowly cupped her right hand underneath her left breast. This version of her costume hugged tightly to her skin; leaving little to the imagination. "Ya know, I Gotta admit, when my guy and I do the nasty these days, I Keep think--" Robin heard enough. Faster than Harley had ever seen him move, he launched forward in a dive roll, instantly clearing the 10--foot distance between them. At the end of his lunging roll, Robin kicked out his legs as hard and fast as he could at Harley's knees. He had practiced this maneuver many times in the training room, and was able to break a pair of two--by--fours in half. It was actually a tactic navy seals use to disarm an opponent when they themselves are unarmed. And, "SNAP!" Both of the one--time lovers could hear Harley's left kneecap break. Robin connected indeed with both feet. One broke her kneecap, the other bashed into her shin. The force of the attack kicked her backwards off her feet, and knocked Harley a meter away. It was as if she had a wire attached to the back of her thighs that yanked her off her feet. As she landed, she fell forward with her face down on black roof top. Then the pain transmitted its message from her knee, to her spine, to her insane mind. "AHHHHHHHHH! AOOOOWW! AH!...AH!...AH!... Huff...Huff... Ahhh! How could you do this to me!?" ******** From across the street, the Dark Detective and the Clown Prince both heard the remarkably loud scream as if it were right next to them. Both knew that it was Harley's voice, but neither of them had ever heard her make any kind of sound like that. It was as if she was being tortured to death. Joker was no stranger to the screams of torture victims. In fact, he enjoyed them a lot. But he admitted to himself, that this didn't instill those warm fuzzy feelings he was used to feeling when committing slow murder. And he didn't like it one little bit. Joker turned sideways towards the direction of the scream. His expression was one of surprise. His eyebrows were slanted down, his mouth slightly agape. "Huh!?" Batman too was surprised by the scream, and his eyes widened somewhat. However, he was way too smart (and knew the Joker too well) to not take advantage of the situation. Moving like lightning, Batman tossed a poison-tipped Batarang into the Joker's neck. The drugs did their job immediately, and Joker rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground. Joker landed with a thud. Wasting no time, the world's greatest detective proceeded to hogtie his enemy from behind; not that he really needed to since the sedative in the Batarang would keep him sedated for at least an hour. But with the Joker, one never takes chances. ******** Robin was already on his feet, looking down at the Joker's girlfriend with a blank expression on his face. Finally, he spoke. "Remember you said, 'Second things second, this don't mean anything? Next time I see ya, I'll cut ya to ribbons?' Remember that?" Robin repeated verbatim. He didn't say it mockingly in Harley's New York accent, though. Harley Quinn sneered at Robin. Pure anger filled her eyes. Robin seemed indifferent to her pain, but then he pulled out a syringe filled with drugs from his utility belt. Harley's face instantly altered from one of anger to one of trepidation. What was that? Was that poison? Was he actually going to kill her? Ivy and Harley gave him the night of his life, and he was going to kill her for it? "Wait a minute, what is that? What're you doing?" exclaimed Harley. Robin took hold of her left wounded leg, and stuck the syringe into her broken kneecap. She gave a tiny yelp, when the needle pierced her skin through her costume. "Cortizone shot. I figured I owed you that much. In time, your knee will heal back to normal. You won't be crippled or paralyzed." Indeed, the medicine started to kick in almost immediately after Robin administered it. Harley's breathing slowed and calmed down. She was still clutching her knee. "Why?" She pleaded. "We gave you the night of your life! It was your first time, and we gave you the night of your life!" "And I didn't want it to be with you and Ivy, drugged, and under duress!" Robin shouted at her, barely containing his rage. Instinctively, Robin looked up from Harley. He sensed that the two of them were not alone, and sure enough, he was right. There, standing 30 feet away from them was Batman. Harley tried to scamper away from Robin while sitting down on the roof. She used her arms and good leg to backwards-crawl away from the brutal boy wonder towards the caped crusader. "Keep him away from me! Keep him away from me! That kid's out of his gourd!" ******** Meanwhile, on the other side of town, at the Dixon Docks, a group of eight would-be thugs were tied up against a sturdy chain link fence on pier 24, their crime foiled. Attached to one of them was one thing: A piece of paper with the Batman symbol printed on it. The five-person criminal team consisted of a muscular bald, middle-aged, black man with sunglasses; a large breasted Chinese woman with short denim shorts wearing empty dual holsters on either sides of her breasts; a nerdy white man with glasses, and long blond hair with a pony tail; and a short, lean, Japanese man who wore a white shirt and necktie. The last criminal among them wore a purple suit, had dyed green hair, and also had white face paint. It wasn't too bad an imposter of the Joker. To the average cop or civilian, they might mistake the drugged actor for the real man. But the Bat Family was far too familiar with the Clown Prince of Crime to be fooled. Of course, Batman was not actually there to prevent this crime; it was his other protégé, Batgirl. Up close and personal, anyone can see that there was a vast difference in body between Batman and Batgirl, but from a distance, it might be possible to mistake the two. This particular crime was merely a diversion from the Joker's real crime at the financial district. An old tug boat on pier 1 was blown up to smithereens; distracting the police from this secondary crime. They found a number of joker playing cards scattered about the area of the explosion on the dock, in the water, and on the boat. The five criminals were either sleeping soundly, or awake and in a daze. The black man, the Chinese woman, and the Joker facsimile had bruises on their faces. The nerd and the Japanese man looked like they weren't even touched. Yet, all were firmly incapacitated. Lately, Batgirl had been experimenting with using nerve strike techniques to incapacitate opponents with minimal damage. Though she preferred the solid crunch of fists and feet on flesh, she had to admit, the techniques were easier on the knuckles. It pleased her that she could exhibit such self control in spite of her violent past. Underneath the cowl that completely concealed her face, was a 19-year-old girl with predominately Asian features. She had shoulder-length, jet black hair, and she had quite a slender feminine figure. One detail which was disproportionate to the rest of her was her rather large chest, a D-cup. With the extra padding of her costume (similar to how female fencers wear protective padding for their chests) her breasts looked even larger. On more than one occasion, a criminal had been distracted by them. The rest of her was a pretty supple frame, with well-defined abs, and thin hips, unlike the previous Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, who had a more hourglass figure. Her real name was Cassandra Cain, the daughter of master assassins David Cain and Lady Shiva; two of the most dangerous and deadliest humans on the planet. Either of them could single-handedly eradicate a police S.W.A.T. team in less than a minute using only their bare hands. Although Cassandra could do the same, the difference was that Cassandra wouldn't leave corpses. She grew up without her mother as part of some twisted deal made between Cain and Shiva. Cain trained Cassandra from birth to be the perfect assassin. She was not taught to read or write; instead, she was taught to read body language only. She was able to read people's movements and predict what they were going to do. When she was eight, Cain took her to kill a businessman while he videotaped the act. As the man died, she read what he was feeling, realized what she had done, and ran away from Cain. She resurfaced a few years later in Gotham City during the No Man's Land incident when Gotham suffered a massive earthquake and was quarantined from the rest of America. During that time, she served as one of Barbara's information gatherers. When she thwarted an assassination attempt on Commissioner Gordon, both Bruce and Barbara gave her the Batgirl costume with their blessing. Batgirl took out her grapple gun, fired, and took to a nearby rooftop. From there, she ran across three uneven rooftops, and descended into an alley. She mounted her motorbike, and headed off to Wayne Manor. ******** Heading North on the Aparo Expressway, starting to pass over Sprang Bridge, the Batmobile was able to navigate without worry of traffic. At this time of night, there were few cars on the road. Inside the vehicle, Robin looked more relaxed. He stared out the window, and watched the streetlights pass by. Even though his pain was lessened somewhat by hurting Harley, Robin was still feeling it. "Did I mess up again?" asked Robin. Batman didn't take his eyes off the road, but Tim could tell that he wasn't quite angry, more like he was only slightly disappointed. "To my knowledge, I have never seen you break a criminal's bones or dislocate a knee before." "Hey, you were the one who taught me those techniques! Besides, I've seen you do the same thing a hundred times." Robin shot back. Batman glanced back at Tim. "Yes, but that is me, isn't it?" At that, Tim sighed in frustration, and looked back out the window. Bruce looked back at his partner. "Tim. I didn't say you were wrong." Tim returned his mentor's glance, eyebrows slightly raised. "Does this mean you're not angry with me?" "A little disappointed, maybe, but not angry. Like I said before, this sort of thing goes with the territory. It's understandable, but you shouldn't make a habit of it." That helped ease the tension in Robin's shoulders, and his face and posture returned to neutral. The Batmobile finished crossing the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge at 80 miles per hour, and headed into the Gotham suburb of Bristol. They would be inside their sanctum in a matter of minutes. Inside the cave, Alfred was wearing his black dress pants, white dress shirt, and a gray sweater over it. The 63-year-old bald British man looked tired, but Alfred could never sleep when Master Bruce and Master Tim were away in the city as Batman and Robin. The exterior entrance to the Batcave opened, and the Batmobile drove through, and slowed to a stop at the vehicle turn table. Alfred stood up from his chair and took hold of a pitcher of orange juice. He then filled two of three glasses. Robin's Reckoning Pt. 01 "I take it the Joker and his men were dealt with sir?" asked Alfred. "Yes. Not too bad of a scrap tonight. I think the Joker's losing his touch --thank you Alfred." Batman pulled off his gauntlets and took the glass of juice from his loyal and trusted valet. "Indeed. Perhaps that clown will consider retiring." "That would solve a lot of problems," Batman said, "but I doubt it." Tim pulled off his black domino mask, and took a glass of orange juice from Alfred, "Thanks, Alfred." Alfred nodded with a smile, and Tim quickly downed the drink like he hadn't had any water all day. He then returned the glass to the table. "Well, I'm going to turn in. Goodnight, guys." "Wait Tim." Batman looked down a little on the ground and sighed. "Alfred, would you excuse us, please? We'll be fine for the rest of the night." "Of course sir." With that, Alfred walked back up to the entrance of the cave that led into the mansion. As Alfred left, Bruce removed his cape and cowl. When he was gone, Bruce spoke again. He addressed his protégé. "Remember when I told you about 'blowing off some steam?'" "Yeah, I remember." Tim replied with a slightly puzzled expression. "You should blow off some steam." Tim looked a little confused. "Uh, okay. You mean take a vacation?" "Not exactly. It's kind of a personal matter for you Tim. Your... first time was with Harley and Poison Ivy, two people you hate. It shouldn't have been like that. So, in a week I'm going to send you on a... special... mission as Robin. When you get to the rendezvous point, you will either proceed with your mission, or not. Either way, it will be fine." Tim folded his arms in front of his chest. It was his turn to look down now. Without thinking about it, he slowly started pacing back and fourth alongside the Batmobile. He thought about it for a full minute, putting pieces together. Is Bruce suggesting what I think he's suggesting? Tim thought to himself. And if so, do I dare take him up on his offer? And if I do, who would he send? A hooker? No way. Bruce would never be so hypocritical. Then who? Another hero? If so, which one? Not one of Bruce Wayne's lady friends I hope. Those girls give me a headache. Then again, it could be an actual mission. Finally, Tim looked back at Bruce. "Alright, I'll get to the rendezvous point, and I'll decide from there, how about that?" Bruce stoically nodded his head. "That's fine." "Okay, I'm going to go turn in now. Good night." "Night, Tim." With that, Tim headed over to the walk-in closet that held their costumes and equipment. He removed his red tunic and green leggings, and put on a pair of sweats and changed his white undershirt. Bruce sat at the computer and logged in tonight's events. The moment Tim finished, the exterior entrance to the Batcave opened, and a souped up motorcycle jetted in. Riding, of course, was Batgirl. Tim started walking up the stairs that led into the mansion but then he stopped, turned around, and looked at Batgirl. It was like he was really seeing her for the first time. He stood there watching her get off the bike, and admired her firm, tight figure wrapped in black. He swore he could almost see her breasts jiggle, but that might have been his imagination coupled with his fatigue. Slowly, he turned away, and headed for his room. Batgirl removed her motorcycle helmet, cape, and cowl, and she once again became Cassandra Cain, a girl in her last teenage year. "How did it go tonight?" said Bruce, as he typed away at the keyboard. He didn't look at Cassandra as he typed. "Pretty good. You were right. Joker did have a secondary crime on the opposite end of town. Rumors on the street said a smuggling company was coming in. I guessed they'd be at the Dixon Docks, and I was right. " "Casualties?" Bruce said as he picked up his glass of orange juice, finished it, and then put it down. "None found, nor heard of on the police bands. I used those nerve strikes you taught me. They really are easy on the knuckles." Cassandra said as she rubbed her knuckles. "Good." Bruce had finished typing on the computer. "There's something important you want to talk about." It was a statement, not a question. She could practically read an invisible sign above Bruce's head that told her what he was thinking. "Yes, that's true. It's about Tim." Bruce then turned to Cassandra. He didn't have his usual stoic and resolve face on. This time, he looked more compassionate. "Are you aware of what happened with Tim, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy six months ago?" Cassandra nodded her head. "Yes, Tim told me about it when he was patching me up from a bullet wound back in Blüdhaven." She said with a melancholy voice. It was obvious how sad and upset she felt when Tim told her the tale of his first sexual experience. Bruce continued. "Earlier tonight, Tim and I took down the Joker and Harley Quinn. I stopped the Joker with a sedative tipped Batarang. Tim defeated Harley by breaking her kneecap." "You don't approve," Cassandra said, matter-of-factly, "But... I have seen you do the same thing a hundred times." Bruce looked away from Cassandra and stared at the half-glass of juice. "It's not just tonight. I have seen Tim become more violent since. And...I don't want him to become more like Jason was... Or me." The two let a silence pass for about a half minute. It was Cassandra who broke that silence when Bruce was about to. "How can I help?" With a long soulful sigh, Bruce told Cassandra about the Justice League's informal "Special Missions" program set up by J'onn the Martian Manhunter, and Wonder Woman. "Tim didn't deserve his first time to be like that. It should have been with someone that he wanted. But Tim never had a girlfriend before. "It's very difficult for people like us to form relationships. There are few we can trust, and letting in others can be dangerous and unpredictable. Worse, our secrets force us to lie to those we care about, and time together always gets interrupted. Very few of us form stable committed relationships. Most haven't. "That burden takes its toll. Some find release through exercise, others listen to music, and some do art. But over-brutalizing criminals is no good. The excessive violence eats away at you; in some cases changing us into what we fight, like Lyle Bolton a.k.a. Lock-Up. "So, we have found a way to best relieve the tension. And that is through sex." Hearing that, Cassandra raised her eyebrows, and her mouth dropped a little. "It was Wonder Woman who started this. She found that many others needed release. However, she can't do it alone. So other members of the Justice League, men and women, assist in this program." Over the next ten minutes, Bruce gave Cassandra all the details about the Special Mission Program. He especially told her about how it runs on a quid-pro-quo basis, and when she herself needed release, someone will come for her. It took less than five seconds before Cassandra answered. Though Bruce didn't actually request her, she knew that's what he wanted to ask. "I want to do this for Tim." What secretly surprised Bruce was that she said she wanted to do this, not that she would merely follow his order or consider his suggestion. Perhaps she had always wanted to do this. "I have one concern, though." Cassandra said, somewhat nervously. "Name it." Timidly, the half Asian girl answered. "I have never done that before. And I... want to be good for Tim. I need... training." Cassandra took a half-step toward Bruce, and expressionless, Bruce took a half-step back. For another half second, Bruce actually considered the 19-year-old. He hoped she couldn't interpret is momentary indecision. "If you want training for that, I'll contact Wonder Woman at the Watchtower tomorrow. Until then, get some sleep." "Okay." With that, Cassandra Cain headed to a separate room that housed the Batgirl suits. She changed into a pair of black cotton shorts, and put on a gray Wayne-Tech t-shirt. When she was done dressing, she found herself alone in the cave. Cassandra turned out the lights to the Batcave, and proceeded to the interior of the manor to her bathroom located next to her bedroom. She took off her shorts and t-shirt and started the shower. While soaping herself up, her mind raced. She thought about Tim, and how handsome she found him. She imagined those strong hands of his lovingly holding onto her tiny waste from behind. She could almost feel his young cock penetrate her (technically) virgin pussy. She thought about how wonderful it would be if he were right there with her in that shower. With her hands on the taupe-colored tile, she would grind her cunt with vigor backwards into Tim's loins over and over again. She imagined him kneeling before her with both his hands clasped around her ass, trying to devour her clit and labia while one of her own hands rested on the back of his head, and the other pulling on her taut nipple. As the warm water cascaded down her naked body, her hand trickled down her well-toned tummy and then into the lips of her furry pussy to plunge two fingers into her depths. Her other hand cupped one of her large tits, and she simultaneously rubbed her areola while frigging her tight twat. Doing this, she kept thinking about Tim and how they would pleasure each other for hours and hours on end. She started to pant. And then she started thinking about Wonder Woman; quite possibly the most beautiful, and powerful, woman in the world. Bruce said she would help her. In what way? Cassandra tried to imagine Wonder Woman in the shower with her and Tim. She found it turned her on just as much. With all the erotic imagery coursing through her mind, Cassandra's honey pie erupted into her hand. Her breathing started to slow, and then she noticed her razor and shaving cream on the shower stall caddy. She brought her hand up to the shower head, and rinsed off the juices. She then angled her vagina toward the water, and rinsed that off as well. Cassandra noticed that her womanhood looked kind of furry, and once on a stakeout she heard three men talk about sex. All of them agreed that a shaved pussy was a rare and enjoyable delicacy. So she took hold of the can of shaving cream and lathered up her mound. Very carefully, with the razor, she shaved her mound bald. Because of her great care, there were no scratches and no razor burn. The young crime fighter finished her nightly routine and went to her bedroom. When she passed Tim's door, though, she stopped walking. Pressing her ear to the door, she could hear Tim sleeping soundly. She raised her hand to knock, but then stopped herself, and put her hand down. Wait. You need training first. She thought to herself. Cassandra abandoned the idea of having an encounter with Tim for now, and went to bed. ******** The next evening, Cassandra and Bruce were dressed in their crime fighting uniforms. Batman and Robin were going to investigate a case in Birnley while Batgirl was to undergo training at the Watchtower. Batman gave Batgirl an earpiece, which she put inside her ear, and then re-covered her cowl. "Batgirl to Watchtower, one to teleport." In a flash of light, Batgirl's molecules were broken down and shot off into space. Inside the watchtower, on the teleportation pad, those same molecules were rearranged to the precise makeup they were before. There was no one to greet her, but that was alright. She knew where to go. Batgirl casually walked through the hallways of the space station, but being careful not to pass too many people. She didn't want anyone to speculate why she was really there. Finally she came to a stop at a pair of metal double doors which read, "Wonder Woman," and pushed the button for the doorbell. A moment later, the Amazon's voice chimed in, "come in," and the lady caped crusader did so. Right in front was the living room area, and off to the left was an open corridor that led to the bedroom. What Batgirl saw, momentarily shocked her. She of course knew why she was there. She even fantasized about it. Still, she wasn't quite prepared as she thought she was. Wonder Woman was on the king-size bed, on her hands and knees. Kneeling in front of her was none other than Roy Harper, better known as Arsenal. He was once Green Arrow's protégé, now a hero and weapon specialist in his own right. By the look on his face, he was greatly enjoying Wonder Woman's talent at fellatio. Roy had his head reeled back in ecstasy. His blue eyes were shut, and he let out a moan of contentment. The taller beauty deepthroated Roy's charger and her tongue rubbed the underside of it where he was most sensitive. After that treatment, she started bobbing her head up and down slowly. She panned her eye to the side, and spotted Batgirl. "Ugh, hssssssss! You're the best Diana!" Roy said enthusiastically while running his hands through the tall woman's jet black hair. He then turned his head to see a mildly shocked Batgirl. At least he guessed she was shocked judging by the way she took a step back, but he could not see her face. He was still mostly clothed, as was Wonder Woman, except that his red and gray jacket was discarded elsewhere, his shirt was still on, and trousers were lowered to expose his seven inch cock, which he happily fed to the kneeling Amazonian princess. As for Wonder Woman, she was also mostly clothed, but her corset was pulled down to expose her massive breasts. "Sorry about that, kiddo. Guess we got kinda antsy waiting. I'm Arsenal, but you can call me Roy." Roy said. Wonder Woman released Roy's dick, but still kept a gentle hold on it with one hand, and slowly rubbed it. "Sorry if we startled you. I'm Wonder Woman, but you may call me Diana." Wonder Woman said apologetically. Finally, Batgirl spoke. "It's okay. This is why we're here. I'm Cassandra. Do most men like oral sex slow and gentle like that?" Batgirl spoke as if she were asking a question about automotive mechanics. Roy raised an eyebrow at Batgirl's directness. He held a hand in front of Wonder Woman signaling her to stop for now. His penis quickly calmed down, and went back to normal. Wonder Woman pulled up her corset. "Well," Roy said as the two Justice Leaguers moved to sit on the edge of the stacked comfy bed. Batgirl sat down in front of the two on a sofa behind her. "Some guys like consistency, others like variety. Meaning some like quick pumps, and keep that going for the whole performance, or go slow and steady all the way to win the race. But others -and I think most, actually- like variety." Roy got off the bed, and moved to sit next to Batgirl who was situated in the center of the couch. It was Wonder Woman's turn to chime in. "That's right. Some feel it's like a decathlon: you start with one technique, and then use another. Lick him, then suck him, then work him with your breasts, then with your hands, your throat, your teeth. You can even get creative and brush him with your hair. The unpredictability will drive him insane with pleasure." Wonder Woman then got off the bed and casually moved to Batgirl's left. "May I sit?" Batgirl gestured for her to sit down. Feeling a little self-conscious, Batgirl lifted her cowl off her head, to reveal a pretty half Asian girl of almost 20 with shoulder-length jet black hair. The two members of the Justice League were behaving in a very accepting manner. They wanted her company, and had no intentions of keeping anything from her. She felt that she should do the same. After all, they did know her real name. After she removed her cowl, she took off her scalloped gauntlets, removed her cape, kicked off her boots, and removed her socks using her toes; all of which she stored underneath the couch. Now she was down to her shirt and leggings. "Wow, you're a real hottie, Batgirl." Roy complimented. "...Thank you. But you can call me Cassandra," she said with some air of shyness. She looked into his eyes, and then looked down. "The first thing new lovers should do when first being intimate," Wonder Woman said, "Is to get used to touch." With that, Roy looked into the younger girl's dark eyes, looked down at her lap, and gently placed his hand on top of hers." "If he wishes to escalate," Wonder Woman continued, "the man should try rubbing her arm and back." Slowly, Roy rubbed his hand on Cassandra's right bicep. He then slithered his hand to her back upon which he brushed his fingertips. The young crime fighter responded by placing her hand on his thigh. Next, Roy leaned in to plant his lips on the side of Cassandra's neck, nibbling at her soft skin. He put his strong hands on her shoulders to move her closer to him for easier access. This caused the young Asian girl to shudder and shiver, but she didn't pull away. Finally, she turned her head towards his, and he kissed her full lips. After just another moment of hesitation, Cassandra complied. She brushed her lips to overlap his over and over again. Feeling more comfortable, she slipped her tongue into his, and their tongues fought and loved and fought again. Roy drifted his hand up to Cassandra's large breast and groped it as they kissed. "Mmmm." Cassandra moaned into Roy's lips. After a few moments of squeezing and more lip service, the girl took the initiative and reached for Roy's imprisoned phallus. She found and squeezed and stroked through his leggings. This time it was Roy's turn to moan. Cassandra, while kissing Roy, then tucked her warm slender fingers underneath his shirt and pulled up. He parted his lips to clear the shirt, and quickly returned to their oral duel. The thought of her following suite excited and worried her at the same time; excited because she was thoroughly enjoying the experience; worried because they would soon see her scars. And her body carried so many. But Roy had several scars of his own on his nearly hairless and athletic chest. His sculpted torso had almost as many as she had. With that revealed, she felt less self-conscious. At the other end of the couch, Wonder Woman was starting to get into it too. She was leaning back draping one leg on the back of the sofa, and the other on the floor. She lowered her top, and her full breasts, were exposed to the processed air. Her hands rose to her voluptuous mounds and caressed them slowly, savoring her own touch. The Amazon's fingertips twiddled her nipples enhanced by the visual Batgirl and Arsenal provided. "Hmmmm. You're a natural Cassandra." Wonder Woman moaned and breathed with a smile. At that, Cassandra returned Wonder Woman's smile with only the slightest of her own. "She's right, you know." Roy replied to Cassandra's cheek. Cassandra returned her lips to her red-headed lover and kissed them again, wrestling his tongue with hers. While doing so, she unbuckled her utility belt, and tossed it on the floor. Then she placed her hand on the back of Roy's head. It pleased both Roy and Wonder Woman that they didn't have to do everything themselves and that Batgirl was shedding her inhibitions and going with the flow. Cassandra felt she was nearly ready to shed her costume. "Mmmm." Moaned Wonder Woman. But then she remembered that she was here to help Cassandra, not herself, and she saw a golden opportunity. Wonder Woman, positioned herself right next to Cassandra, whom immediately became aware of her proximity. The taller long-haired lady reached around Cassandra's waist, and slowly slipped her fingers underneath and on either side of the shorter heroine's top, and gently lifted up, which was no small task because Cassandra proceeded to kiss and lick Roy's chest. This made it a little more difficult for Wonder Woman to remove the younger girl's top. "Oh, very good honey! Lots of guys like their own chests stimulated like that; me especially! Hsss!" Robin's Reckoning Pt. 01 Finally, the Amazonian mentor lifted the top half of Cassandra's uniform over her braless C-cup breasts revealing her marks of battle. The nipples were as long as bullets and just as hard as well. To Wonder Woman, they were absolutely stunning; as if Cassandra herself was gifted by Aphrodite like she was. And they were right there in front of her. One scar in particular caught Wonder Woman's eye. It was centered on her lower stomach, and looked like a bullet hole that went in deep. The wound told her that Cassandra would never be able to have children. Cassandra and Roy returned to their oral lovemaking, when suddenly, something made her gasp. Darting her head to her right, her eyes registered what her skin felt. Wonder Woman was craning her head down, licking the tip of Cassandra's round, firm, and taut breast. The seasoned veteran looked up into the young initiate's eyes as if telepathically asking permission to suckle her chest, to which, Cassandra gave the slightest of nods. And so, wonder woman spiraled her pink tongue around Cassandra's nipple while holding the rest of her breast in her hand. Suddenly, the girl felt another tongue touch her left nipple. Roy took the opportunity of distraction and began his own oral devotion. Cassandra gave a short gasp in pleasure, and mused that it must have been an erotic sight to have two beautiful people sucking on each of her tits. Cassandra rubbed the back of their heads as the two Justice Leaguers pleasured her. Meanwhile, her mound was starting to moisten from all the attention and anticipation. Cassandra reeled her head back in ecstasy, pressing the two heroes' heads further into her chest. The two took that as their cue to go more vigorously. While Diana spiraled her tongue around Cassandra's nipple, Roy sucked hard on his utter. The Amazon and the weapon specialist came together and shared a kiss of their own while still keeping hold of Cassandra's melons. Roy and Wonder Woman then stopped and grinned at each other and then at Cassandra. Each of them then took hold of either side of the young girl's leggings and tugged them off her waste and down her legs, panties and all. The two sexperts lowered themselves to the floor as they removed the last of Cassandra's clothing leaving her completely nude. Roy caressed Diana on her shoulder. With that, Diana stood up and looked down at Roy with a smile on her face. Then she turned around with her backside to him, and slowly bent over to strip off her one-piece costume; exposing her bubble butt, and swollen, shaved pussy lips. But she kept her armbands, tiara and boots. Roy liked it that way. Meanwhile on the couch, Cassandra rubbed her boobs in eagerness of what her two "teachers" were going to do next. One thing was for sure, she would most definitely enjoy it! Roy bent down to slowly swipe his tongue up her shin, then to her knee, then to her thigh, finally stopping at her mound. "Oh!" cried Batgirl. Wonder Woman sat down beside her and stroked the other girl's tummy, and then her breast when suddenly; she made a cry of her own, "Ahhh!" Down below, while Roy was eating out Cassandra's pie like he hadn't had a meal in years, his hand was also slowly pushing in and out into Wonder Woman's shaved vagina. At the same time, he licked the younger girl's clit ferociously, circling his tongue around her swollen lips, and then bringing it to the top where he could feel the nub. The two women held each other as Roy pleasured them. He then took his face away from the Asian girl's pussy, and quickly replaced his face with his fingers. Ambidextrously, Roy sawed his first two fingers into the women slowly at first, and then faster and faster. The women held each other, and their moans grew louder as his fingers moved faster. Then it happened. Cassandra's pussy exploded first, followed by Wonder Woman's. Breathing heavily, and with a satisfied look on their faces, they took less than a minute to recover. "Oh! Amazing!" Exclaimed Cassandra. "It sure was." Agreed Wonder Woman. "Just remember, the man you're with won't always be as skilled as Arsenal here." Wonder Woman complemented with a devilish grin on her face, which Roy mirrored. "Don't be afraid to tell your man how you want him to do it, but you should be patient as well. But don't worry about it now, we'll go over that later. Come on, let's return the favor." "I do love women who are all about 'quid-pro-quo.'" Roy said as the two beautiful naked women looked at him with sexy smiles on their faces. With that, Wonder Woman got off the couch and took hold of Roy's hand. Her body language informed Cassandra to do the same. The two walked him a short distance to the foot of the king-size bed which he sat down on. He then scooted back towards the headboard and lay down, his trousers doing a very good impression of a pup tent. The tall, raven-haired princess went for Roy's waistband from his left hip, Cassandra from the right. Together they slowly pulled off the hero's trousers, and finally, he was as naked as the rest of them. The younger protégé took the initiative and began stroking his erect, impressive cock while Roy just laid back and enjoyed the sensation. Wonder Woman smiled at the girl's gumption, and decided to simply sit back, kneeling next to the man and watched what Cassandra would do next. Just as Diana thought, the girl lowered her head and began to lick Roy's member like a lollipop. She brushed her tongue along the head a few times. The taller woman thought it was cute how Cassandra really wanted to learn, and could tell that she would make any man happy in the bedroom. Cassandra started to quickly bob her head up and down Roy's dick, and he let out a moan of pleasure. But then he put a hand on her head. "Easy there, tigress, easy. It's not a race. Take a break and let Wonder Woman show you how it's done." So Cassandra wordlessly did as he asked, and kneeled next to Roy and prepared to watch what her female sex mentor would do. The Amazon started out slow. First she teased Roy by licking the head of his dick like a lollipop, pausing in between licks, and then going down again. Then after doing that, Wonder Woman's luscious lips swooped all the way down, and sent electrical bolts up his spine. Next, she bared her teeth, and used those to gently stroke his member. This action brought a pleasurable moan from the copper-haired man. She gave him a few strokes, and slowly picked up speed. Cassandra was fascinated by the display and concentrated on committing these moves to memory so she would be able to replicate them. "Now it's your turn." Wonder Woman said as she released his dick, and moved away. "It's your turn, babe, let's see what you got -ohh!" Arsenal challenged. Cutting off Roy's sentence, Cassandra dove onto his cock, and replicated Wonder Woman's moves almost to the letter, but put her own spin on the technique. She slithered her tongue along the vein where everything feels oh so good, and then she used her teeth gently, just as the Amazon advised. Meanwhile, Wonder Woman moved towards the head of the bed, and positioned her on either side of Roy's head, and her pelvis just above Roy's mouth with her ass pointed towards his face. He wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her loins down upon his mouth to feed on her succulent cunt. "Uhhh." Moaned Wonder woman. The younger girl eyeballed the taller woman as she slowed down in sucking off their man with wanton lust in her eyes. Cassandra resumed the pace of her blowjob. And before he knew it, Roy could no longer keep up his oral worship of Wonder Woman's pussy. His whole body started to tense up. And so the Amazonian princess quickly dismounted him. "He's coming to a climax Cassandra. Get ready to swallow. I will help you." And as if on command, Roy blasted his first load of semen into Cassandra Cain's mouth. "Raaaah!" Cried Roy as let out his release. Her Asian eyes flew wide open as she attempted to take it all in. But alas, some of it trickled out of the side of her beautiful mouth. "Arrrghmmph!" That's when Wonder Woman quickly knelt down her head and assisted the girl in lapping up the remaining drops of white fluid glistening off of Roy's dick. Batgirl retreated and sat down on her shapely derriere with legs folded together. She took one final gulp, and then spied a towel on the nightstand next to the bed. She crawled over, and took it to wipe what little cum remained on her lips. The three took a minute to relax; just sitting together on the bed with nothing but the sounds of their collective breath. It was Cassandra who finally broke the silence. She slowly turned her head to Arsenal, and her breathing came to a slow and relaxed pace. Her eyes met with his, and her lips curled upwards into a smile. "I want Arsenal on top of me. Right now!" With a shit-eating grin on his face, Roy rested his hands behind his head in a classic dominant pose and replied to Batgirl, "Make me." The fire burned even brighter in Cassandra's eyes! With that, she laid down next to Roy, their faces a few inches apart. As Wonder Woman shuffled back to give them room, she wore a look of delight and anticipation on her face, excited to see what would happen next. She had seen Batgirl In the field, and knew her to be a capable, resourceful and creative crime fighter. With her skills, anything could happen now. Before Roy knew what was happening, Cassandra limberly stretched her right leg across to Roy's left hip, and in one smooth motion, she hooked her heel into the curve of his ass and pulled with her leg strength. The whole bed shuddered with the sudden tumble. And just like that, Roy was on top of her, just as she had desired! Both Roy and Wonder Woman were immensely surprised at the display. The sudden transfer of positions amazingly made Roy's cock harden back to life. "That's the last time I underestimate you, Batgirl!" Quickly, Wonder woman crawled next to the sprawled out duo. Next, she took hold of Roy's hungry-again cock, and stroked it a bit. "Allow me." The Amazonian princess said. And so she slowly guided his member into Cassandra's waiting pussy, but then Roy took over, and fed it in slowly; inch by inch. "Ohhhhhh! That feels gooood!" Cassandra yelled, and she hooked her heels onto the man's buttocks. "Mmmm, yeah babe. You're so tight there." He slowly pistoned his thick manhood in and out of the girl's young cunt, and both loved the sensation of it. They looked deep into each other's eyes as if both were in a trance. But it was Wonder Woman who broke that trance. She glided a hand onto Roy's back, and that snapped them both out of it. Diana remembered her duties as a teacher, and suppressed her own growing arousal. For now. "That's it, Cassandra. Use your heels to bring him in deeper." Cassandra did as Wonder Woman advised, and it drove the pleasure of Roy's cock inside of her to new heights. This brought the man's weight down upon her like a warm heavy blanket, and she pressed her arms and hands behind his back and held him tight. As Arsenal's purple headed warrior thrust in and out of her young horny cunt, the young woman let out cries of sheer ecstasy. After a moment of writhing together in perfect unison, Roy got up on his hands and lowered his face to hers. Their tongues extended from their lips and fought together and then loved, and then fought again all the while he continued to push in and out of her juicy pussy. Diana was watching them both intently keeping a hand on Roy's shoulder while her other hand fondled her own voluptuous breast. She said nothing because both lovers were doing just fine without her guidance. Suddenly, it was Cassandra who broke the silence. "Diana, please! Now I want to taste you! Please, kneel over my face and let me lick you! I want to do this while Roy keeps doing this, keeps fucking me!" Diana was taken aback at Cassandra's demand, but only momentarily. Her look of surprise quickly turned into one of glee. Roy saw her look, and shifted his body away to make room for the Amazon princess. He moved his legs and hips and began to take Cassandra in the plow continuing to thrust into her. The new angle touched different sensitive areas inside the younger girl's vagina, and she yelped in joy. "Ahh!" Exclaimed Cassandra. Looking at Roy with a devilish grin, she straddled Cassandra's beautiful face, and lowered her own aching womanhood down to her waiting lips. She didn't know how good Cassandra would be at cunnilingus, but she was not expecting a prodigy. But a prodigy Cassandra was! The young girl's tongue fluttered underneath Wonder Woman's engorged clit, and sent sparks through her body. As Roy continued pistoning in and out of Batgirl, he watched the scene in front of him with wonder; amazed at how well Cassandra was able to multi-task; taking his ramming cock so well, while at the same time pleasuring Diana expertly. Wonder Woman was not prepared for how well her protégé could please. She hunched over placing her hand on Roy shoulder to steady herself while Cassandra sucked in her gooeyness. She then gyrated her hips upon Cassandra's lips and tongue to derive more pleasurable torture. Roy lifted Wonder woman's chin, and subsequently brought his lips to hers, and shared a passionate kiss as his hips rammed into Batgirls, and Wonder Woman swerved her own hips upon Cassandra's face. Wonder Woman broke the kiss, and cried out to the young girl. "Ohhh! Cassandra! You're gonna make me cum! But...Wait!" Cassandra didn't listen, and she wrapped her hands around Wonder Woman's waste. Feeling around with her tongue she tortured the slippery nub where everything feels oh so good. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to. Her own passion was coming to the boiling point. Roy's cock teased the sensitive nerves of Cassandra's pussy like a brush moving back and forth. His length and girth were just the right size to stimulate those nerves without being too large to cause pain. He watched his dick go in and out when he heard Wonder Woman speak. He looked at her and her, him. In an instant they brought their faces together in a sloppy lust-filled kiss. With Cassandra's writhing tongue, Wonder Woman's gyrations, and Roy's rhythmic thrusting. It was all too much for the trio. And just like that, Diana unleashed a torrent of womanly juices onto Cassandra's lapping mouth and tongue. At the same exact time, Cassandra released her own vaginal secretions upon Roy's penis and balls. And also at the same time, Roy unloaded a long burst of his semen into Cassandra's love tunnel. The three were in a state of total bliss with all of them breathing hard as they came together. After that wonderful moment of climax, they gradually came down from their sexual high. Wonder Woman climbed off of Cassandra and lay down next to her. Roy pulled out and followed suit. The three just laid there in their collective post-coital glow, idly touching each other and enjoying the feel of each others' soft skin. It was Roy who broke the silence this time. "Cassie, to put it simply... You...Are...a...Natural!" And with that, he gave her thigh a few light taps of encouragement. "Thank you." She said. "And you are great!" Cassandra answered back in her short and to-the-point reply. Wonder Woman then chimed in. "But the lesson is not over yet. There is far more to do." Arsenal and Batgirl at the same time answered, "Like what?" ******** The three spent the rest of the day enjoying each others' bodies over and over. At first, they had another delightful romp with Cassandra on her back and Wonder Woman's face situated upon her womanly mound. After all, she had always believed that if you get, you give. And behind her, Roy inserted his robust cock into her pussy from behind. Seeing her ass cheeks ripple as he drove in back and forth, and seeing her large breasts sway back and forth delighted him to no end. After that, it was more instructional. Wonder woman sat down at the couch and commanded Roy to pretend he had little or no experience with women. "Sometimes, you will have lovers who will not be very experienced. But don't judge them, help them. With a little instruction, and some encouragement, an inexperienced lover can still give you great pleasure. Be patient, and be happy that you will be the one to help them change for the better. They'll be grateful for it." Cassandra liked the sound of that and took that lesson to heart. Maybe Tim won't have much skill in the bedroom. But she accepted that, and would be ready for him. For two days, Diana and Roy imparted as much knowledge about love making as they could into Cassandra from Fellatio to erotic massage to sex in the shower. When her lessons with Wonder Woman and Arsenal were over, Batgirl teleported from the Watchtower to the Raverton Luxury hotel penthouse suite. It was very spacious and beautiful with beige marble covering the floor. She simply found a pillar, leaned against it, and waited for Robin. To be continued in part two.