A wonderful creation to mark my return to the world of fanfic. I hope this is satisfactory.
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There be lots of pplz wit problems in dis world.
Sum ppl had a prblem wit gettin it up. sum ppl had problm wit raisin kidz an stuff.
But Bruce Wayne only had one problem.
And it was staring him in the face.
The stupid thingy that mixes stuff wasn't working and it was pissing him off. He needed his vegetable juice, dammit!
He not know how 2 solve dis problem so he ask Alfred to solve it. da english butler was all like "God save the queen! bloody hell biscuits!" an it made Bruce tink dat alfred was not takin his Ritalin like he was suposed to.
The enigmatic billionaire walked through the luxurious halls of his mansion in search of someone who could assist him with his problem.
He decid to go to Robin an he say "screw da veggy juice batty-cakes. U can hav my juice instead!"It waz tempting offer an mad him tink 4 while. it was against da lawz to do the dirty wit lil kids but he thought it b k cuz he waz Batman an nabody cud stop him anyway. dat and he was a mega billionare wit awsum lawyers so he cud pretty much get awayz wit anytin he wanna do.
He couldn't make a hasty decision, though. He considered Robin's proposition for a while before deciding on an answer.
Bruce was kinda hurny so he say yes an went down on da lil boy. he stuk his 12-inch stiffy in da bootyhole an it felt OMG hella good.
While his member prodded Robin's inner folds, Bruce could not suppress the moans that gushed forth from his mouth.
He pressed, and his shlong penetrated deeply into the bootyhole, making both exhale sharply. Bruce went in deeper, slowly pushing into the boy's warm crevice and feeling his muscles clamp around him tightly, not wanting to let go. The rich superhero pushed harder still, and he found that he could go in all the way. He didn't have to break through any barriers within his folds. His twelve inches disappeared inside. The feeling was incredible. Robin's face shined with bliss. He loved that feeling of being connected to his mentor. He could feel all of him inside.
Bruce slid back, then pushed forward again. The rhythm began, slow at first, as both adjusted to the other's movements.
Den he strt ta thrust stronger an stuff. It waz super goody goodz. he went in an out until white stuff splurted an gushed covern robin's body wit speerm.
"U wer always mah lil bitch," Bruce shoted as he climaxed erywher.
Another problem emerged to bring greater stress and chaos to Bruce's life. He had been so focused on reaching his own peak that he had completely forgotten about his partner's pleasure. Robin scowled as he stared at his still fully erect and unsatisfied member.
"Why u no let me jizz, batty cakes?!"
A harsh slap was delivered on the left-side of the illustrious billionaire's cheeks. His underling walked away, pouting and huffing. Now the boy wouldn't speak to him for an entire week and act like a total brat. His stress was reaching a boiling point, and it was then that he realized what had brought him to Robin in the first place.
"I still need my vegetable juice!"