Chapter 10! What will happen you wonder…? I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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The team was in the Watchtower. So was every member of the Justice League. Batman was typing furiously on the big fancy computer they had up there. The Flashes were racing around the main room. The Martians were meditating. The Supers were talking quietly, trying to become closer. The archers were sharpening their arrows. The others were just talking nervously to each other.
Roy stepped into the Watchtower about an hour after the YJ team had been asked to stay up there.
"Hey guys! Where is Robin?" He asked innocently.
"Roy," Green Arrow started.
"I hate it when you start an explanation with my name. Who has him?" Roy demanded.
"The Riddler." Black Canary answered. Roy clenched his fists.
"That Son of a B"
"Roy, watch your language." Everyone was shocked by Batman scolding Roy. Roy's jaw had actually dropped. Batman had just acted… Fatherly? Superman went and stood next to Batman.
"We'll find him." He told the Dark Night. Batman nodded.\
"Are you his dad?" Superboy voiced out suddenly. Batman turned over his shoulder before he answered.
"… No." then he went back to work.
"HOLY SHIT!" shouted one of the heroes. Everyone turned to see who had shouted and cursed after Batman had just scolded someone. It was Hal Jordon.
"Hal…" growled Batman.
"Oh my God!" Flash yelled. Both were looking out the window. All the heroes pushed to see what was there. What they saw was a bloated body.
Robin was trying hard to stay calm when the door opened. The Riddler stepped into the room.
"Oh Robin," he cooed; "now I don't have to share you with that fat excuse for a human. Oh, don't fight so. Oh, I love how you back bends like that. I can't contain myself you know." He said as he walked over to the bed and sat upon Robin's stomach.
Why do evil madmen always sit on my stomach? Robin pondered briefly. The Riddler ran his fingers under Robin's sad excuse for a shirt gently. Robin flushed and his back arched as he try to upseat the green clad man on him. The Riddler bent forward and positioned himself so that his knee rubbed against Robin's groin. Robin moaned as the pressure increased.
"Oh, just your sounds are like music. Come Robin, let me hear more." Riddler pushed his knee harder and Robin gasped and flushed an even deeper shade.
"St-stop!" Robin gasped as his body and his mind began to war. The Riddler laughed and slipped his hands farther into Robin's shirt and shoved it off his shoulder. Robin's skin felt slightly feverish. Riddler grinned sadistically. He felt Robin's body twitch a bit. He knew what Robin didn't want right now, but he was going to get it. Riddler held Robin's free hand down with one arm while the other traced shapes on Robin's chest. He bent down lower and licked the joint where the neck and shoulder meet. His tongue trailed up to Robin's ear, making Robin shiver as it trailed up his neck. He whispered into Robin's ear, his lips brushing just so slightly to make Robin shiver more, "Do you really want me to stop?"
"Is that who I think it is?" Flash asked.
"Bring him in." Superman ordered. Batman stared at the grotesque as one of the Green Lanterns reached out with a green energy hand and pulled it in. The body was dropped onto the ground in the middle of the group of heroes.
"What the hell?" muttered someone in the background.
"Batman," Wonder Woman looked at the dark man.
"Why the hell is Penguin lying dead in the Watchtower?" Roy asked, disgusted.
"That is a bullet wound in his head." Green Arrow said. Batman nodded.
"Batman, you don't think Robin did this do you?" asked Black Canary.
"Robin doesn't know how to shoot a gun." Batman answered.
"Wait, the Boy Wonder who knows like eight different types of martial arts, how to use fourteen different melee weapons, and has almost perfect aim can't use a gun?" Asked Rocket. The rest of the league looked at Batman.
"I will not allow Robin to use a gun as long as he is my partner."
"What if his life is in danger?" asked Wally. Everyone glanced at him sympathetically. He face palmed himself. "I know." He said.
"Well whoever shot Penguin had a steady hand. If someone who hadn't shot a gun before did this, the entry wound wouldn't be a perfect hole." Flash analyzed. Eyebrows were raised at his comment.
"Guns are heavy. If you aren't used to them, your hand shakes and the recoil affects where your shot goes if you can't hold it steady. Whoever did this is used to shooting guns." Flash concluded.
"His muscles are still spasming, he hasn't been dead for more than an hour." Superman said.
"ROBIN!" screamed Megan as she fell from her floating meditation. Everyone turned to stare at her.
"I felt his desperation! He isn't more than a mile and a half away! He is screaming for help! We have to Save him!" she gushed. Batman looked at John. John nodded.
"She is correct. My range is wider than hers, I can feel his anguish. It grows faint. I assume he is moving away from us, quickly."
"Wait, how can you not see the Watchtower from a mile away?" Artemis asked.
"Our design has it so the tower looks like a normal satellite from anywhere farther than half a mile." Superman said.
"That or you can't see it because of the black walls that allow the tower to blend into its surroundings." Wonder Woman added.
"I will follow Robin now so he can't get to much farther away." Batman said.
"He is already so far away." Megan said. Batman looked at her.
"I'll take your team with me Kaldur." Batman said. Kaldur nodded. No one questioned it. For seventeen hours half the Justice League had been searching for Robin. Everyone going boarded the bat-plane.
"I'm going too." Roy said. He got on and no one protested.
"We wish you luck." The Martian Manhunter said. They were off.
"Yes, stop!" Robin called out. He didn't like this at all. His body felt feverish and he was already sore. His breath became pants as Riddler continued to tease, him. The Riddler stopped.
"I won't" he said. The Riddler than put his mouth on Robin's; he shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth and began to slowly move his tongue around. He pulled away, letting the excess saliva drip onto Robin's body. He lowered his head again, ignore Robin's weak protests. He nipped at the little indent in the middle of Robin's collarbone. Robin did a sharp intake of breath. The Riddler had his free hand wrapped around Robin's neck loosely. He tightened it to cut off air flow. Robin started to gasp and fight for air. The Riddler took this weakness as a chance to chain Robin's free hand. The Riddler smiled at Robin as the boy yanked on his chains. He loosened his grip around the boy's neck when the boy started to get sluggish. He unchained the boy. Robin couldn't fight; he was too dizzy and trying to recover from almost being strangled to death.
The Riddler put Robin's arms around his neck as he forced Robin's pants off. He felt the fingers tighten on his skin as he started to strake Robin.
"Stop! Please, I'm begging you" Robin huffed.
"No, though I like to hear you beg." The Riddler felt his own skin start to heat up as he kissed Robin passionately. Robin mentally screamed out in furry and fear. The Riddler than started doing 'it'. Robin did scream out loud. His fingers scratched the Riddler's back. The Riddler held Robin as he sped up. The Riddler scratched Robin's back and shoulders. He silenced Robin with a kiss.
"Noooo!" Robin yelled. Riddler just smiled.
"Oh, I'm just getting started" he whispered into Robin's ear.
"Batman, Robin's distress is getting louder. I think we're getting close. Ah!" Megan clasped her hands over her ears when she heard Robin mentally screaming.
"Megan?" Batman asked.
"He is screaming, begging for it to stop. He wants help. He is freaking out!" Megan didn't know what was happening, but she looked horrified. Wally squirmed.
"Wait, Batman, don't our new ear coms connected with each other instead of some satellite?" he asked.
"Yes, they are. I had forgotten. If Robin is within two-hundred meters of us, it'll pick up on him with needing a satellite." Batman pressed a few buttons on his dashboard. They heard a crackle of static then
"Noooo!"
"Oh, I'm just getting started."