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Convincing Batman to let Robin go on patrol had taken more work than he had thought. Batman wanted assurance that Robin wasn't going to go after the girl, in fact Batman added something to Robin's belt before he left. Robin was pretty sure it was some kind of tracker. Not that it was going to matter; Robin had foreseen this and had a backup suit and belt prepared in the storage compartment of his bike. He wasn't planning on taking any chances with Batman.

His patrol was simple Batman wanted him to ride through Old Gotham and keep an eye out for anything closely resembling trouble. Reaching Crime Ally, Robin quickly changed suits and stored the old ones into the bike. He then programed his bike to run his patrol for him.

Climbing to the rooftops, Robin headed straight for the warehouse. He really hoped she would still be there waiting for him.

It didn't take him any longer than a half hour to arrive and only when he had arrived did he start having doubts. He was worried he hadn't lost the Batman entirely, so he did a sweep of the surrounding area. Finding no signs of being followed or of anyone else besides himself, he finally headed inside.

Inside looked the same, the chair was still by the window and the tables were the same as well. The only difference had to be that his stuff wasn't there on the one table and her backpack wasn't on the other. Robin began to really worry that she may have moved on. He decided to search the room.

There's got to be something here. Anything. Come 'on find it, Robin.

Robin checked everywhere at eye level, then moved on to the places most wouldn't look. Below and above one's eye level. He was always surprised how hardly anyone searches beyond what they see. Though today it didn't seem as if he was going to find anything no matter how hard he looked; the room was clean or at least as clean as a dirty old warehouse can be.

Nothing. But that doesn't make sense. Why invite me here then, leave nothing to find. What did she do? Write something in invisible ink?

As Robin continued his internal debate, a phone started ringing.

"Huh?" Robin surprise was clear.

The ringing continued, getting quieter with each ring.

"No! Don't!"

Robin ran out of the room towards the sound. He followed the ringing down into the loading dock. It was here he found a similar set up as the one from the jewelry store. The only difference being the cell phone sitting in plain view on the mannequin's lap. Picking up the phone as quickly as he could' he answered the phone.

"Hello!"

There was silence for a few seconds before, "Robin?"

Relief fell over Robin as he heard her voice over the phone, the same calm steady voice. "Yah, it's Robin."

"Was worried you would not want to play."

"Well, I'm still not sure I fully understand your invitation." Robin felt telling the truth to the girl would be his best option of getting closer to her.

"That's right, I sometimes forget that you're still clean. Alright then, would you like me to explain the first rule?"

Robin thought he could almost hear her smiling into the phone. "And if I have questions first?"

"Oh don't worry, you can ask all the questions you want. Just understand that you have limited time tonight and that all your questions will come at a price."

"What do you mean limited time?"

"The Batman is coming for you, seems he found your empty bike roaming Old Gotham."

"Dame!" Robin had a feeling this was more than true, "Alright, fine! Tell me the first rule!"

"Listen carefully."

"I am."

"There's a heist going down three blocks from where you are, that should convince Batman you didn't go against your promises. And the first rule is simple; keep that cell phone with you at all times."

"Right, thanks."

"One last thing before you go."

"Yes."

"Make sure no else touches that cell or else they might find themselves in a dire condition."

There was the click of a phone hanging up then, the familiar Beep, Beep, Beep of a dead line.

Taking this as his cue, Robin left the warehouse as quickly as he could and heading to this supposed heist.

Turns out the girl was right about the heist though Robin wished she had told him it was Two Face's heist. Robin wasn't ready to take on Two Face on his own.

I'll have to call Batman.

….

Hump….. That's why she sent me here. If I'm here calling Batman in on a heist, then how could I possibly be at the warehouse where Batman thinks I am.

Robin called Batman, who answered after the first ring.

"Where the hell are you!" came Batman's booming voice over the com-link.

"I'm at a heist on the dock. Two Face seems to be moving a shipment into the city. Of what I'm not sure."

"A what?" The anger that had been in Batman's voice just a second ago seemed to have faltered.

"A heist, Batman. You know those events I'm supposed to patrol for." Robin could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and he knew Batman could hear it too.

"Right. Where are you?"

"Warehouse six, of the Dowery Docks yard."

Batman arrived not a twenty minutes after Robin had called, and then they set to work. Before Two Face even knew what had happen, Batman and Robin had mopped up his plans. And Two Face was now in the back of a cop car headed straight for Arkham Asylum.

"Good work, Robin."

"Was that an actual compliment? Or am I hearing things?" Robin jibbed.

Instead of answering Batman just went to the Batmoblie.

Running after him Robin shouted, "It was just a joke!"

Back at homebase, Batman moved towards Robin's bike which he had programed to return to the cave. Opening the back compartment he pulls out Robin's outfit.

"So, have you always carried a spare suit?" Batman looked to Robin searching his face for the lie he knew was coming.

Robin looked down at his feet and started to figit. "I just wanted to prove…you know that….I just….."

"Just what!? Robin!"

Robin looked up at Batman ,"I just wanted to prove to you I could keep my word and that you don't have to tag me like a dog!"

Batman was about to say more but Robin didn't want to hear it. He knew it would make him feel guilty and he might just tell Batman where he had actually been. Instead he went upstairs and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack to take up to his room.

Alfred has usual was in the kitchen getting dinner ready.

"Ah, Master Drake. You're just in time. I've made a teen favorite, Macaroni and Cheese." Alfred smiles warmly at him.

Robin smiles back if only to keep Alfred from asking questions, "Cool, I'd love some!"

Alfred spoons out a dish for Robin and then return to tiding up the already clean counter. "So, Master Drake, any progress on the mystery girl?"

Surprised Robin starts coughing on the spoonful he's just put into his month. It takes a few minutes, for him to finally stop coughing, "What are you talking about!?"

Alfred shakes his head, "Come now, Master Drake, even I can tell that you only went out tonight to find that girl."

"Al, I really don't know what you're talking about. I wouldn't jus-"

"Don't worry I'm not going to tell Master Bruce." Alfred smiles to Robin again.

Robin sighs, "I know I shouldn't have lied, it's just that….. Al, do you think…"

"Master Drake I wouldn't presume to tell you what to think. However I believe; if you feel you are ready to take on the responsibility of this case, you will need to find a way to prove it to Master Bruce. As it is, I can only offer you any support I can."

Robin smiles, "Thanks, Al."

"Any tim-"

Ring, Ring, Ring!

"My goodness, what on earth was that?" Alfred looks towards the house phone.

Ring, Ring, Ring!

"Oh!" Robin takes the cell from out of his pocket.

"Where on earth did you get that?"

"I found it at the warehouse. Sorry, Al, but this is one call I can't miss."

Robin rushes up to his room; on the way up he answers the cell, "Hello!"

"You busy?"

Smiling Robin says, "If you give me just a moment no one will interrupt."

"Alright."

Closing and locking his door Robin heads to the far side of the room where he knows he won't be heard from the door. "Alright, all clear."

"That's good to hear." Her voice sounds playful, though still steady as always, "How did the heist fair? The news says Two Face is well on his way to the Asylum."

"Yes, we bagged him. Thanks, by the way." He hoped his voice was just as steady as hers.

"Good, good. However that's not why I called."

"Right, of course. To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice again?" Robin couldn't help himself from smiling into the phone.

"It's a pleasure to hear my voice is it?" The girl actually laughed. The sound was sweet to Robin's ears. He found he wanted to hear it again.

"Of course, with a voice as calming as yours who wouldn't find it a pleasure."

The girl's laugher rang threw the phone again, "My, my. Aren't we the charming one tonight? However, I digress. I've called because you owe me a debt. And this of course leads to the second rule."

Puzzled Robin asked, "Second rule?"

"Yes, from now on you can address me as M'lady or Mistress."

"Umm."

"Understand that if you do not abide by these rules, you will be punished."

"I don't understand."

"You will, in time. Now, time to repay your debt."

Robin remained silent, he wasn't sure what she might ask of him.

"Are you still there, Robin?"

"Ugh, yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, M'lady."

"Better. Now, are you ready."

"M'lady, may I ask something?"

"Certainly."

"I'm not going to break any laws am I?"

The girl laughed harder than before. "No, no, no. Now, why would you think that? I want you to be who you are, not something you're not."

Sighing Robin feels relief washing over him. "Right, then. What do you want me to do, M'lady?"

"Simple. Masturbate for me."

Robin froze. He wasn't sure he had heard right, and if he had he was sure he wished he hadn't. "You….you….you want me…..want me to…"

"Robin, your stammering. Calm down."

"But….but….but….. Why?" He couldn't wrap his head around what she was asking of him. Was a request like that normal, or is this some kind of test.

"Robin, if you won't do what I ask punishment will follow."

Instead of answering, Robin just hung up the phone. He found he was shaking, like he had just gone up against The Joker by himself. Only he wasn't shaking from fear, it was excitement. How could he be excited from something like that, it didn't make sense? He should have been repulsed, shouldn't he?

But the thought of her order only seemed to infect his mind more.

He found himself slumping down to the floor; his hand finding its way into his pants to wrap around his now hard member. He began pumping up and down, his breath hitching with each pass. At first he was just fulfilling a need, but now he started to imagine what it would feel like if it was M'lady pleasuring him. How her fingers would slip around him, slide gently up and down getting harder and faster with each pass. Perhaps she would even kiss him like she had before. This thought forced a moan to pass through Robin's lips. He pumped harder and harder, till he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Moaning loud Robin climaxed, his come coating his hand.

"Well done, Little Bird. Well, done." Click, Beep, Beep, Beep.

Robin, still panting from his very recent exercise, looked over to where he had dropped the phone. Looking at the screen he could see that she had called back after he had hung up and somehow the phone had been answered. She had heard the whole thing.