Tim
We made good time back to the cave, but I didn't notice, I was worried Conner hadn't gotten what we needed. If he hadn't then we just burned a lot of bridges for nothing, and Amanda was a lot of things; forgiving was not one of them.
We came skidding into the meeting room, smoke coming off of Bart's boots.
He dropped me and stood there panting, sweat dripping off his forehead.
"You ok?" I asked concerned.
He nodded, "Too many trips, not enough calories."
I took a protein bar out of my belt, "Here, eat."
There was a blur, and it was out of my hand and then gone, I didn't even see him chew, "More?"
I took the other two out and handed them to him.
"What are these?" he asked, gulping them down, "They're delicious!"
"Special meal bars that Alfred makes us take, in case of long stake outs."
Suddenly he was next to me, our cheeks touching, "Please make Bruce adopt me…please…I need access to that food. Please, please, please?"
Despite everything I laughed and pushed him off me, "There is a whole case in my room, help yourself."
And he was gone.
Shaking my head, I walked into the medlab, Dubbilex was talking to Conner.
"Did we get it?" I asked walking over to them.
Conner nodded as Dubbilex said, "We did, we just put the sample in the centrifuge so we can get a clean read."
I looked at Conner, "You ok?"
He nodded, "Smart thinking having Bart ready."
"I thought it might get crazy, but you didn't answer. You ok?"
He looked me in the eyes, and I could see he wasn't, he looked ragged and unfocused, but he was hanging in there, "I'm good."
It was a bad lie, but I took it because we didn't have time to unpack that.
"So now what?" I asked Dubbilex.
"Once this is done, we add it to the genome and let it finish sequencing. After that we remove Donnie from the tube and let the medtable do its work."
"How long will it take?"
Dubbilex shrugged, "That is a variable we cannot predict. It will depend on how degraded his DNA is and how much damage the sequencer has to repair."
I nodded, going over what I remembered when I did my own cloning. "When he is out of the tube, the room needs to be sterile right?"
Dubbilex nodded, "Any contamination could result in devastating results."
"What's that mean?" Conner asked, real fear in his voice.
I turned to him and in the calmest voice I had said, "It means that the less people in there when he is taken out the better. Since I've done this before I will need the least amount of instruction from Dubbilex."
He immediately started shaking his head, "Nonononono! I am not leaving him alone!" he seemed almost on the verge of swinging out of nowhere.
"Conner!" I tried to talk over him, "He will be ok, I promise I'll…"
"What if you do something? NO! I will not leave his side! You can't make me!"
I looked over at Dubbilex who seemed as concerned as I was.
"Conner, you can trust me," I said softly.
"Get away from him!" he snapped at me, getting closer to the tube.
"What is going on?" I asked Dubbilex.
"It's an instinctive reaction, but he is in such distress I can't read why."
"You're doing it wrong," Bart said from the door, meal bar in hand.
"Doing what?" I asked confused.
He sighed and crouched down, "Conner."
His head darted to Bart, the look on his face looked like he was ready to fight.
"It's ok," Bart said softly, "You're just scared for him, aren't you?"
Conner nodded.
Bart moved closer, "His mate is hurt, and he can't help," he explained, continuing to scoot further in, "See that's his alpha, and it's his job to protect him when he's down and he can't so it's making him upset, right?" Conner nodded again, I don't know if he was reacting to the words or Bart's tone. "See, it's been too long since they've been together and after what he just went through…" he was right next to Conner now, "He doesn't know if he's a good boy or not."
Conner stiffened at the words.
"Conner," Bart said warmly, "You're a good boy, such a good boy," he ran his hand through Conner's hair, and he immediately leaned into Bart, small sobs escaping his throat as he clung to him. Bart held him and stroked his head, "Such a good boy, so brave, you did it…you saved him. Now let's get out of here and let Tim fix him, ok?"
Conner's head shot up and looked at me with a suspicious look.
Bart gestured to me, "Come here." I walked closer and Bart said, "Hold your hand out."
I felt stupid but I did, and Conner literally leaned in and sniffed it, and then pressed his cheek into my palm. I knelt down, "Conner, you are the best boy…"
He pulled all three of us into a hug and squeezed, I had no idea how messed up Conner was, but seeing him like this, holding us, crying…I had to fix Donnie, I had to.
I looked at Bart who smiled, "I've watched every second of Animal Planet since I've been in your time, it was the only thing that made sense."
"Can you go with Bart?" I asked Conner.
He nodded, wiping tears away, "Please fix him, please Tim…"
I smiled as Bart got him to his feet, "I promise."
He nodded as they walked out, closing the medbay doors behind them.
"We should get to work," Dubbilex said, his tone of voice echoing my own.
I nodded as I stripped my uniform off so I could put on some clean scrubs, "I had no idea separation would do this to him."
Dubbilex floated there and waited for me, "I believe we are in new territory when it comes to what this condition will do to Conner. Kryptonians evolved out of it millions of years ago, it stands to reason it might not be fully compatible with modern behavior."
I pulled the scrubs on and washed my hands, "That's an understatement."
Conner
Bart led me out to the meeting room and sat me down at the large circular table. I was doing my best to keep my emotions in check, but they were all over the place, I was losing it.
"Hungry?" he asked, holding out what looked like a protein bar, "It's amazing."
I took a small bite, and it was, I finished it quickly, not realizing I had been hungry, I looked at Bart for more.
"No way," he said, pulling the one he was eating back, "Mine."
"There's food in the kitchen," I said getting up.
"What kind of food?" Bart asked, following on my heels.
"The mine kind," I say with a smile.
"Come on Conner, let's not be rash…"
Tim
Once I was changed, I went back to the sequencer, which was nearly done with the reconstructed genome. I was nervous but I trusted the technology and Dubbilex, we could get this done.
"Your faith in my abilities is humbling," he said, reading my thoughts.
"Last time I tried this it…" I paused, thinking of the half-lives I created trying to bring Conner back, "…it wasn't optimal. So, I am counting on you to show me where I went wrong."
His mental projection stared at me for several silent seconds, and he asked, "Can I make on observation?"
I nodded.
"You're handling this very well."
I felt myself tense up.
"I never mean to pry, but your feelings for Conner are impossible to ignore. And yet here you are helping him revive a romantic rival, I do not know many people who could to that."
I sat down, suddenly feeling exhausted. I had been putting up a front for so long, but to be called out on it so easily…I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "It wasn't always like this."
The projection created a chair and sat across from me listening.
"I grew up knowing I was different, but I always thought I was straight. I like girls, wanted to marry one, all that…" I drifted off for a moment, thinking about when I first met Stephanie, "I thought I had it all worked out…and then it looked like she died. I really thought she did, and I was sad, and I cried…but I went on you know? I had to keep going on." He nodded.
"And then Conner was killed…I watched him get beat to death in front of me and…and…" my hands shook as I replayed that moment in my mind. The sounds of Superboy Prime's fist breaking bones each time he swung, the grunt Conner would let out each time the wind was knocked out of him. The helpless feeling, I had as I checked my belt over and over, looking for anything to help him. By the time I could get to him he was dead, Cassie had held until he was gone, all I could do was cry over a corpse.
I felt him mentally touch my arm, "You don't have to go on."
Tears fell as I looked at him, "I think I do," he gestured for me to continue, "I fell on his body, devastated, just completely broken. And even then, in the middle of that grief I asked myself one question. Why didn't I act like this with Steph? I didn't like the answer, I was ashamed of it, so I said nothing, and they took his body and buried him. Cassie was the heart broken girlfriend, and I was the best friend, who was slowly losing his mind."
Everyone comforted her, babied her, the Kents took her in, she was considered family…
"While you were ignored," Dubbilex finished for me.
I nodded, not able to talk.
"And when he came back you tried to express it," he went on, "You hugged him…was ready to tell him…"
"And he didn't hug me back," I finished. I looked up at him, "See this is the part that kills me, even if Donnie vanished, even if we somehow reversed this whole process, he would go back to being straight. He isn't gay, he's in love with Donnie…not me, Donnie. So, either way I lose him, either way I am making sure that he is going to be with someone else for the rest of his life…"
I felt so drained, so tired, I was mentally exhausted in a way I had never felt before. This wasn't an all nighter, this wasn't a three day stake out, this was my soul, coasting on fumes as I prepared to hand the guy, I was in love with over to someone else.
And I had to do it with a smile on my face.
"Well, I think it is impressive," Dubbilex said as I tried to pull myself together, "Other men wouldn't go through with it, they'd think if they couldn't have him, no one could."
"I could never do that to Conner," I admitted.
He smiled at me, "I know, that's what's impressive."
Before I could respond the sequencer beeped, indicating it was done. We both walked over and saw the display the machine was flashing…and read what it had created.
"Oh fuck," I said, feeling my stomach drop.
"That is unexpected," Dubbilex remarked, his way of saying Oh fuck, trust me.
MOUNT JUSTICE SECURITY PANEL
COMMENCING SCAN…NO ANOMALIES DETECTED…MOVE TO SECTOR TWO
COMMENCING SCAN…NO ANOMALIES DETECTED…MOVE TO SECTOR THREE
COMMENCING SCAN…METAHUMAN CONTACTS DETECTED…
IDENTIFYING…OVERRIDE CODE DELTA ONE FIVER: KATANA RECOGNIZED…SCAN MODE DISACTIVATED…OPENING CAVE DOORS
SYSTEM SHUTDOWN
Tim
I just stared at the readout, willing it to say something different.
"That means what I think it means right?" I asked Dubbilex.
"It does."
I read it again, knowing this just got a million times more difficult.
GENOME COMPLETE: METAHUMAN GENE DETECTED, BEHAVIOR ALTERING PHEROMONE PRODUCTION WITH THE ABILITY TO REWIRE NEURAL PATHWAYS IN MALES.
Males. Not Kryptonian males, all males.
"They modified the original Donnie's DNA just to affect Conner, the sequencer didn't know that. All it knew was that it had to repair the original genome, Donnie's original genome. It looked at the latent abilities and repaired it, making him a full-blown meta human," I said out loud, "Which means when I let him out of there, his scent will affect all of us."
"That seems to be the case," Dubbilex assured me, "And we are running out of time."
I glanced over and saw the red lights on Donnie's tube, we weren't running out of time, we were out of it. I reached down to my belt on the ground and pulled out a rebreather, "Ok, let's get him out of there."
"You're sure?" he asked.
I pushed the button and the tube slid open, "Completely."
Conner
I made us both huge sandwiches and took them to the rec room.
We sat and ate in silence, my thoughts on Donnie and how helpless I felt, Bart thinking about whatever goes through his head at any given time.
Finally, out of nowhere he says, "You need to get laid."
I sigh and roll my eyes, "Bart, I don't have time for your libido…"
"No!" he protested, "I mean sure but that's not what I'm talking about. You and Donnie have a lot of sex, that sex gives you a sense of ego and justification. It reminds you that you're loved and a good boy, without it you unravel. I saw it when you were fucking Tommy, you were lost in it…and that's because how bad you need it."
I thought his words over as I ate, "Sure, I guess you're right, but I need Donnie for that."
"No!" he said excitedly and moved next to me, "You don't!"
I waited for him to explain but instead he tapped the side of his head and then raised his hands and began typing in midair.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"Virtual keyboard," he said, not looking at me, "I'm loading the footage from Tommy…bitmapping Donnie's face…morphing them together…creating a neural link…and…" He reached up and pulled something from his eyes, "Here."
He moved his hands towards my face, and something flew from his fingertips into my eyes. I blinked a few times and I saw numbers and words flash before my eyes, "What the?"
"Relax, they're my virtual reality lenses…blink twice to load the program."
I blinked twice and I was back in Tommy's cell, except sitting there wasn't Tommy, it was Donnie!
"No, Donnie wants Superpussy…not lie down and take it pussy, float that clit over and fuck yourself on Donnie."
It sounded just like Donnie, except he didn't talk like that.
"How did you get the voice?" I ask, knowing Bart could hear me.
As if from a long way out I hear Bart, "It's a neural link, they're taking it from your memories."
"What are you waiting for?" Donnie asks and I feel a twinge to comply, it's not real, it's a reflex. I want to believe it's real, but I can tell it's not.
"Go on," I hear Bart say.
I shake my head, "How do I take these out?"
"Try it," he implores.
"Bart, take them out."
I hear him sigh and the cell vanishes as something flies off my eyes and I'm back in the rec room, "You didn't even try!"
"It's not the same Bart!" I snapped, "You don't understand how it is, he gives off a scent…"
"I can go put on one of his shirts!"
Another sigh, "It's not just one scent, it's a combination of them, like a language…it puts me in the mood, make me…want to. Just seeing him doesn't do it."
He deflates and pouts in his chair, "It does it for me."
Tim
His eyes slowly opened and focused on me.
"Where?" he asked, his voice cracking.
I handed him a damp cloth he could suck on, "You're still in the cave, Conner brought you?"
He sucked on the cloth and nodded as he slowly sat up, "Where's Conner?"
"He's here, waiting for you."
He nodded, his feet dangling off the medtable, "What happened?"
"Well, if everything went right, we fixed you," I looked at Dubbilex who was reading the scanners.
"Enzyme levels stabilizing…internal organs functioning…brain pattern normal…" he looked at me and smiled, "He's in perfect health."
I looked at Donnie, "He fixed you."
He just stared at me for a few seconds, "You mean I'm not dying?" I shook my head, "Did you have to operate on me?" he asked, pointing to my mask.
"Oh, no…that's the other thing," I said, no point in dancing around it, "Your powers, they've changed."
"Changed how?" he asked, his voice charged with concern.
"They affect all males now, not just Conner."
I watched him as he took this information in, I just told him he had the ability to control a majority of the male population, not something you hear every day. Finally, he looked up at me and asked, "Can we turn it off?"
Wow, was not expecting that.
"No, not that we know of. There might be a way to control it eventually, but right now, it's just on."
"Then I need to stay away from people," he said putting the cloth down. He already seemed stronger.
"From people who don't want to be changed," I said.
At first the words passed over his head, he was still reeling from waking up. But then they did, and he slowly looked back at me. "I know you right?"
I nodded, "We met in Smallville…"
He smiled "Right Tiny, sorry about that. I thought you were there to hurt Conner."
"Funny, I thought the same about you."
He shrugged, "The difference is I was, not on purpose, but I was sent there to fuck him over," in a lower tone he added, "And I did."
This was not how I expected this conversation to go.
"Hey, don't think like that, Conner loves you. He's the reason you're here, he wouldn't give up on you."
His smile faded, "Because his brain is wired to, he doesn't have a choice."
"That is not true," Dubbilex chimed in, "The neural conversion makes one more susceptible to pack mentality, but the subject must want to stay in the pack for it work. Conner could have walked away anytime he wanted if he wanted to."
Both Donnie and I took that information in, our minds changing our preconceptions of what had been going on completely.
"Who are you," Donnie asked me, "I mean I know you aren't just some random friend, who are you?"
"Robin," I admitted, if we were going to be on the run together, he was going to have to find out sooner or later.
"And you got feelings for Conner."
A statement, not a question.
I nodded.
"Wow, that's fucked up," he said, looking off, "I'm sorry I messed that up for you, I didn't mean to."
I let out a quick laugh, "Actually, you made it possible," he looked back at me, "He was straight, I'm sure you were too." He nodded. "Well, whatever this is…it transcends sexuality. Turns out, if I want to be in a relationship with the guy I love, I have to be in one with you too."
He just stared at me for a long time, I had no idea what was going through his mind, it was like he was just taking me in. Finally, he said, "You know this is fucked right? You're going to want to do what I say, make me happy, it will rewrite your brain."
I nodded, "I do, and I won't lie, the thought of it terrifies me, but I don't…" I took a deep breath, "I don't know if I could stand losing him again."
Dubbilex looked at me, "I need to get back before they notice my distraction."
"Thank you," and he vanished, I looked back at Donnie, "I know what I'm doing."
He reached up and cupped my face with his hands, "Do make this work, you need to accept it. Surrender to it. I need to take you, mount you willingly and you need to accept it. If you fight it, then I'll respond, and things get messy. Conner fought it at first and it was ugly. But if you really want to be with us, then you need to clear your mind and just accept…you're going to be my bitch and like it."
My heart was pounding in my chest, was I really going to do this? Could I?
I nodded at him.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Tim."
"Ok Tim, take off your mask," he commanded in a steady voice. I reached up and wasn't surprised to find my hands shaking. He took them in his, "This is your choice."
I nodded and grabbed my rebreather, "I know." I tossed it aside and inhaled…
And my entire life changed.
Conner
We walked out into the meeting room, finishing our food.
"So, let me ask you this," I said to him, "What is it really like in the future? Is like everyone bisexual or what?"
"No, plenty of people are straight, gay, bi, ace, pan, omni, skol…they're born that way. The difference is there is no stigma."
I just looked at him, "I think you made the last two up."
He shook his head, "Nope, they're real, but this isn't about my future, is it?"
I sat on the edge of the table, "No, I'm just wondering what I am now."
"Well, you're different, I can tell you that."
I raised an eyebrow at him, "I knew that genius."
"No, I mean besides that, you don't tense up when I touch you anymore. Before you'd cringe like you were trying to crawl back into your own skin, now you don't seem to mind."
I knew what he meant; I was bad about that. In the past, for some reason guys touching me just set me off. It was the reason I didn't hug Tim back when I returned, I mean I knew what he wanted, and shoot part of me wanted it too, but I just couldn't get my head around hugging a guy.
Now, now it didn't seem to matter.
"I hadn't noticed that," I admitted, "Does that mean I'm gay?"
Bart cocked his head at me, "Are you gay?"
"I don't feel gay."
"What would that feel like exactly?" he asked with a smile.
I shrugged, "Like I'd crave ice coffee and love Lady Gaga?"
He let out a sharp bark of a laugh and then covered his mouth, "You just described Tim."
There was a half second of silence and then just laughter, gut splitting laughter.
"I'm telling him you said that," I threatened.
He looked at me, tears rolling down his face, "You better not!"
Tim
I expected it to be stronger, like stink almost…but it wasn't.
It was the faintest of smells, just on the edge of detection. It was sweet, like freshly baked cookies a few rooms away. I automatically inhaled, wanting to smell more of it and I could feel its effect instantly. My whole body relaxed, something it was not used to I assure you. My shoulders slumped and I could feel the tension just drop away…and a slow smile came to my face. Why was I so happy?
"Look at me."
I turned slowly to him and felt my heart skip a beat.
How did I not see how fucking hot he was? It was like a whole other person staring at me, he was…I mean…his body was prefect, like Dick level perfect, which I knew to be impossible, but my eyes were telling me different. My mouth went dry, and I just stared…lost in his perfection.
"Hi," he said with a smile.
"Hi," I said, my stomach doing backflips.
"I bet you're jacked under those scrubs."
I felt my face redden as I nodded.
"Show me."
I felt the embarrassment as I began to strip my scrubs off, one side of my brain was screaming that I was stripping for a stranger in the medbay, but it felt so good to do as he said, I pulled my top off and tossed it aside.
"Damn girl," he said, moving his hands over my eight pack, "Look at this tight, little body." My body shivered as he felt me up, I was instantly turned hard. He moved up to my pecs and looked at me appreciatively. He smiled, "Keep going."
I slipped my thumbs into my waist band and pulled the scrubs down, I stepped out of them and stood there in my jockstrap and socks. I stood there, letting him take my body in.
"Jesus," he said walking around me, "How the fuck are you that ripped?"
His praise made me lightheaded, I was suddenly so proud, "Practice," was all I could say.
His hands moved over my ass, and I put my hands on the medtable to steady myself. He was behind me, his hands squeezing my asscheeks like he was inspecting goods he was about to buy. His mouth was in my ear, "Bend over so I can see your pussy."
The word burned in my mind, I wanted to argue I didn't have a pussy, I wasn't a girl…
"NOW!" he roared, slapping my ass hard, the sting bringing tears to my eyes as I leaned my head down on the table and spread my cheeks.
"Sorry…" I said instantly, horrified I had upset him.
He moved behind me, his finger tickling my hole, "Oh you need this bad, don't you?" he asked, a small whimper escaping my throat, "You need this real bad."
"I-I…" my voice cracked; I had no idea what I wanted to say. Yes, I do, no I didn't…a million emotions flooded my brain, making rational thought impossible.
He slapped my ass again, "Answer me bitch."
"I do!" I barked, "Please sir…"
The sir bit deep, I didn't even call Bruce sir…but as I felt him kneel behind me and shove my cheeks as far apart as they can I closed my eyes…on my tiptoes…waiting.
His tongue pushes into me and I moan, losing all self-control. I slam my hands down on the medtable as he probes me deeper and deeper, within seconds I am panting his name, begging for more…sounding like a fucking slut.
And something snapped in my head, not like a slut.
I was a slut.
As he ate me out, I continued to spiral, my ego was evaporating under the heat of my lust. I had never been touched like this, I'd dreamed of it, but never actually touched. The deeper he went the more I wanted…I began to throw pieces of my self-control onto the bonfire of ecstasy that Donnie had started. My pride, my masculinity, my self-respect, one by one I gave them up, screaming his name and pushing back against his face. Finally snapping I grabbed the back of his head and shoved it deeper between my cheeks, sobbing for him to go deeper.
He stood up, I looked back in a panic, wondering if I had gone too far.
"That is a tasty cunt," he said wiping his mouth, "Get me naked, now."
I scrambled to undress him…slowly losing the urge to resist.
Conner
"So, what do you mean no stigma?" I asked after a while.
"Well, let me put it this way. Say you're out and someone walks up to you and offers you a cup of coffee. You say you don't like coffee and they say they're sorry and walk off. That's it."
I looked at him confused.
Sighing he went on, "If a guy walked up to you and said you were hot, you'd lose it. You'd ask him if you looked gay and assure him you liked girls. You would take offense to it, when in fact all you need to do is say you don't like coffee and move on. In my time there is nothing negative about a person's sexuality, it's just like saying you like cream instead of sugar."
I thought about it, and he was right, if someone did assume I was gay I would have lost it, hell I still might. I don't know why; I've already been like that. Even after all this with Donnie I still wouldn't call myself gay…I mean I just snuck into a prison so I could fuck a guy for his DNA and I can't say it.
This was fucked up.
I glanced over and saw Bart was looking out the cave doors at the ocean, looking five kinds of sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He looked back at me with a sorrowful look on his face, "Just missing home and I need a hug, but I don't want to ask you for one cause you'll get weird and I can't take that kind of rejection so I'm just looking at the ocean."
"Come here," I said opening my arms.
"Really?"
I nodded.
He blurred and was suddenly in my arms, squeezing me tight, "Mmmm…Conner hugs."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, "We keep forgetting how hard it is for you to be back here."
He nodded into my chest, "I miss my parents, I miss the Legion, I miss my friends…"
"You miss the sex."
"God, I miss the sex!"
We both laughed as we embraced, it felt really good.
"That breeze off the ocean feels great," I said.
"Yeah, it does…" he agreed…and then asked, "When did you open the cave doors?"
"What?" I asked, "I didn't."
That was when it started.
Tim
With each piece of clothing, I removed I fell deeper and deeper under his spell. His body was flawless, he was somehow bigger than Jason and leaner than Dick, it was the pinnacle of any human body I had ever seen, and it was driving me crazy. I was barely holding on but as I stripped his boxers off, I lost it.
It was…it was the biggest, most powerful cock I had ever seen in and out of porn.
For a brief moment I knew this wasn't true. I could feel my old self surface and see him as he really was, an in shape, cute teen with a larger than average cock. Cute, but nothing to write home about. And then I inhaled, and that nonsense was gone…and I saw him again…and slowly sank to my knees.
"Look at you," he said running a hand through my head, "On your knees…ready to serve. You want that cock?" I nodded, unable to look away from it, "Well it's gonna cost you." I looked up at him with pleading eyes, "You have your uniform?" I nodded. "Go put your mask on."
I moved over to where I had stripped and grabbed my mask and went back.
"Put it on."
I slipped it on, and it adhered instantly.
He smiled, "Ok Robin…suck my cock."
I felt the shame in my head as he called me Robin and I realized I was about to suck him off with my mask on. I could feel my resistance and then a flare of pain raged through my brain…I winced, and he took a step forward and slapped my face with his shaft.
"Hey! You want this or not?"
When it struck my face, I felt the world tilt under me as I let out a small moan. He hit me again and I felt my resolve fading. "You want this Robin? Boy Wonder want to be a cunt?"
Every time he used my title, I felt my ego get crushed a little more.
"Come on bitch…get on that cock."
He held it still, putting his head to my lips. Our eyes locked and slowly I leaned forward and rolled my tongue around it knowing I was willingly debasing myself. He chuckled and slid it into my mouth, I could feel my jaw ache as it stretched to accommodate the massive tool.
"Oh yeah…come on, big bad superhero sucking my cock…work that meat."
Once I tasted him, I couldn't stop, no matter how much he reminded me I was a world-renowned hero on his knees, serving a high school punk like a whore. Each time my tongue swirled around his shaft the less I cared about who I used to be. The more I worshipped him the more I wanted to…finally not caring and grabbing his ass and pushing him further down my throat.
He laughed at me gagging, "Oh someone's eyes are bigger than their mouth…come on girl…take your man's cock."
I was literally choking myself on him but didn't care…I needed to take care of my man…needed to service him…please him…
"That's it," he said, his cock slamming the back of my throat, "You like this? You want this?" All I could do was moan around his dick, but it was enough, "Yeah, you're gonna be a good slut, aren't you? My own little superhero slut…you wanna be my fuckboi? Huh Robin? You gonna be my whore?"
I moaned in misery as I nodded because I was going to be, I was desperate for it. I knew now there was nothing I wouldn't do to please him.
"I should trick you out…you'd like that I bet. Take you to some dirty warehouse, have a group of thugs fuck you silly…how many people would love to see Robin fucking himself on their cock. You'd let me do that right Robin? Right?"
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I nodded again…knowing I would. I could see myself, on my back, legs up, Two-Face's crew taking turns fucking me as Donnie watched, telling me how good I was doing…and how happy I would be…
"Yeah, you would," he said slamming further down my throat, cutting my air off, "You would be my fucking little superhero slut…letting anyone use your holes…begging for more."
My lungs burned as I weakly nodded, my hands falling to my sides…
He thrust three more times and then slid his cock out of my mouth.
I gasped and fell forward, coughing on all fours as I struggled to breathe.
He walked behind me, "Head down on the ground," he ordered, "Keep that pussy up."
I lowered my head to the ground, feeling the last of my pride get turned to ashes.
His hand grabbed my hips as his cockhead touched my hole, I gasped, realizing I was about to lose my virginity to some high school kid I didn't even know. He held himself still as I felt my heart pound in my chest, waiting.
"Well come on Boy Wonder…get on that cock."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath…and with the last of my self-identity, I forced myself onto his cock…
"Oh, there she is…" he mocked as I let out a plaintive moan. Fuck it burns! He was so big…it was tearing my ass apart…but there were waves of pleasure flooding my brain as I went. It was so strong that even the pain became pleasure and I pushed back harder. "Come on Robin, work that superhero pussy!"
There should have been shame, embarrassment…but instead all I could focus on was how much I needed him in me.
"Come on slut," he said slapping my ass, "Tell me how that cock feels up in you."
My mouth just opened, and I couldn't stop it, "Oh God Donnie…you're so big…filling me up…"
"Filling what up?"
Small tinge of pain before I blurted out, "My pussy! Oh god fill my cunt up…"
"You got a little superhero cunt?" he asked.
More pain but I couldn't stop, "Oh fuck my superhero cunt, please Donnie…stretching me so much…" I whined as I pushed back more and more.
"Big bad hero, everyone looks up to…and here you are…rutting against my cock like a fucking two-dollar whore. You my whore Robin? You gonna be my hero slut?"
My brain was on fire now, but my mouth wouldn't stop talking, "I can be your slut…please Donnie…I can be your superhero slut…fuck me…fuck me harder…"
He grabbed my hair and pull my head back, "You gonna do what I say? Fuck who I say? Robin gonna be my personal fuckboi?"
I couldn't even see anymore the pain was so bad, but I was lost now. I was slamming myself back onto his cock as hard as I could, rocking back and forth as his cock destroyed my cunt as I screamed, "I'm your boy…please Donnie…make me your boy!"
He pulled me back onto my knees, impaling his entire length into me, making me gasp. His mouth clamped down on my neck, "MINE!" he bit into me, and I felt my whole body melt as I moved my head to give him access to do whatever he wanted. He marked me savagely and I squealed as I felt him bruise the delicate skin. I slammed my hips back onto him as he claimed his property, gnawing on me, leaving marks up and down my neck like I was his fucking prom date.
After my neck was sore and tender, he pushed me off his cock, leaving me breathless on the ground, my hole fluttering from the loss.
"Go put your top on," he ordered.
I scrambled to my feet and pulled my tunic out of the pile and slipped it on. He was sitting there, cock up, smiling, "Now come on Robin…come ride my cock."
I stumbled towards him; each step was like an earthquake in my head. It was like the worst migraine I had ever had but I needed to get to him. That cock called to me, and no amount of pain would stop me. I climbed up onto his lap, positioning his head to my aching hole.
"Come on girl," he said with a smile, "Ride your man's dick."
I closed my eyes and lowered myself onto him, feeling his head push past my hole made me whimper as I felt him fill me up completely. The pain in my head lessened as I felt the pleasure from pleasing him flood my body again. My muscles relaxed, my tension faded, and I pushed myself down on him, taking his entire length in one go. My ass touched his lap, and I felt a joy in my chest that I had succeeded, when I opened my eyes he was staring at me, smiling.
"Good boy," he said, and my heart exploded, "Such a good boy…"
The words were like a drug, I felt my eyes tear up with joy as I just smiled at him.
He grabbed my hips and raised me a couple of inches and I felt his cock slide the length of my cunt and I threw my head back and moaned. He let me go and slid back down, the impact making my cock lurch.
"Oh shit!" he said looking down, "What the fuck Timmy, where did you get this cock?" He grabbed it and I felt my whole body lean into it, "Fuck you're hung as shit…" he said slowly stroking me, drawing whimper after moan out of me. "You ever fuck a girl with this?" I nodded. "She like it?" Another nod. "Did she know you were a cunt?" he asked, slamming up, his cock making my pussy shake.
"N-no sir!" I cried out.
"I swear man, why would God give you such a huge cock…" he said letting it go and grabbing my waist, "When you have such a tight pussy!"
He pushed me down as he bucked up and I saw sparks in my eyes…he did it again and I struggled to catch my breath it was so much. He moved me up and down like I was a hand puppet, his cock destroying my cunt walls…making them adjust to him…my screams getting louder and louder.
"This what you want Robin? You want me to fuck you all the time? You wanna be my full-time girl?" I nodded, not able to talk as he bounced me on that cock. "You wanna be my slutty hero, my fucking whore, my fuckdog…"
"Oh god yes Donnie," I was finally able to say, "Please…"
"Please what?"
There was one last flare of pain and then…nothing. I closed my eyes, hating what I was doing…and when I opened them…I wasn't even sure where I was. All I saw was my man, this stud, this perfect being and all I wanted was to please him. I slammed down hard when he thrust up, making me grunt as my own cock leaked in response. He saw me start to push back and he gave me a grin and really thrust up, "Tell me what you want."
I threw my head back as I rode him, "Fuck me Donnie, fuck my hero cunt…it's yours…please let me be near you so when you need a hole…anything…please…I'll be your good girl, I can be your steady cunt…please…"
"What about Batman?"
"FUCK Batman!" I roared, slamming back harder, "I only need you, just you…please Donnie…use me…" I was sobbing now, "Please wreck me…"
There was a loud slam, but I ignored it as he began to jackrabbit into me, his cock a blur as I held on to his broad shoulder and squealed like a fucking girl. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode him, rode him hard. Desperate to show him how tight my cunt was, how good a slut I could be.
"You're mine Tim!" he said in my ear, "I own you…you're mine…"
I nodded, "Yours…just yours!" I screamed back.
"You're mine…" he said and thrust up one time hard, "Forever!"
And I felt his cock pulse…and he bred me.
His cum hit my cunt and I felt an explosion in my head, my own cock sprayed my load all over his perfect chest and abs as my head felt like it was going to rip itself apart. The pure pleasure of being bred by my man was offset by the feeling someone was drilling into my skull…
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, "Shh…let it happen…let it happen…"
"FUCK!" I screamed, the pain getting worse.
His mouth was at my ear, "Shhh…shhh…you were so good…such a good boy." I stiffened in his lap. "Such a good boy…you're my good boy…I got you…you're mine now…I'll take care of you…love you. You want me to love you?"
I was openly crying now as the pain lessened, I nodded into his chest.
"Such a good boy…look at me." I looked up and my heart swelled with emotion. "I love you, I love you Tim."
I laughed and he leaned in and kissed me, and for the first time in my life…I felt complete.
Truly complete.
Bart
Conner seemed confused and I saw a flash of something out of the corner of my eye.
So, I stopped time.
Ok, I didn't stop time, but I sped up to the point where it looked like time was standing still and moved out of Conner's embrace. What the hell did I see…and then I see it there, hovering in midair, maybe six feet away from Conner's head.
A rifle bullet.
Now the more powerful rifles can eject a round at upwards of 5000 feet per second. That means this piece of metal is moving around 3,409 miles an hour, not bad all things considered. It came in from the cave door, which was now open…hmmm.
I walk over to the control panel and see it's been locked down with a JLA code. Well, that's not good. What's worse is, I could hack it and turn it back on but to do so I'd need to be in normal time, and I have the feeling it's too late to be closing doors. So bad, but not out.
I looked back at the medlab, we were about to get hit and they weren't done. That meant defense. Big time defense. They'd only locked out the controllable systems, not the emergency ones, so I could cover that. I began to walk over to the emergency release hatch and then thought, I was forgetting something…
Right, the bullet. I know Conner's field can cover a lot but that bullet was headed to his eye…better to just take care of it now.
I walked back over and studied it.
Wally would push Conner out of the way. Grandpa Barry would pluck it out of the air. Both great ideas, but the words of Uncle Jay come to mind.
"Son, bullets are expensive these days. If someone cares to waste that much money on killing you, the least you can do is give them back."
People seem to forget Uncle Jay fought in WWII, he has literally killed Nazis.
First things first, turn the bullet around. That isn't do hard because I am turning it on its X axis and it's moving forward on its Y. Once I have it turned around comes the hard part. I put my hand up to the base of the round and begin to walk forward. At first nothing happens, remember, it looks like it is standing still but it is moving 3,000 miles an hour and has the forward velocity to prove it. But I am moving forward six times that speed, one step from me is the equivalent of the bullet being first again, three times faster. Three steps and it is moving on its own…and I let go.
This is a trick only a speedster can teach you.
The bullet was moving so fast that the vacuum trail behind it hasn't collapsed yet, it's still there in midair…like an arrow pointing back to the rifle. Once it catches, the bullet gets caught back in it and will literally ride it back to its point of origin…maybe a little higher because by the time it gets there the vacuum trail would have faded.
But close enough.
Slade Wilson
I let out my breath and I fire, and instantly see a flare in the scope.
I barely dodge out of the way as the bullet slices clean through my scope…where my eye was only seconds before.
Fucking speedsters.
"They're on to us, go!" I order.
Bart
I race over to the emergency release and pull the lever.
"Lockdown initiated, please indicate level of threat."
"Doomsday," I say without hesitation.
Blast doors slam down all around the cave, "OMEGA LEVEL LOCKDOWN INITIATED, INTERAL DEFENSES ONLINE."
Six-foot-thick blast doors slam shut on the cave and sensor pods drop from the ceiling with the defense turrets. JLA codes can override the normal base functions, but lockdown brings them back online automatically.
"What the hell are you doing?" Conner asks.
Shit, I completely forget he was here.
"SomeonejustshotatyouandIturnedthebulletaroundbutthedefensesweredownsoIengagedtheemergency…"
He put a hand over my mouth, "Slower."
I slapped it away, "We're under attack!"
That was when the blast door began to dissolve into lime jello.
"That's new," I say as it explodes inwards, and they rush us.
Conner
One second, I am hugging Bart the next the whole cave is locking itself down.
He screams we are under attack and the front door explodes, Bronze Tiger and Deathstroke come charging in, but I don't see them. I can only see Tommy. And he was pissed.
"You wanna throw cheap shots?" he roared, his fist connecting with my face, "Tommy fuck you hard this time."
It was a good shot, but Tommy was expecting a different kind of fight. He thought I was going to be stumbling over myself as I drooled about him. That may have been how it went down the last few times, but this was different. Donnie was helpless, not 20 feet away, and like hell I was going to allow him to be hurt.
I flew towards him and connected with his chin hard, he tumbled back and hit the back wall. I didn't let up, I hit him again and again, making sure he didn't get back up.
"Stay away from him!" I growled, knocking him senseless into the ground, "You don't get to touch him!"
A blast hit me in the center of my back, and I was staggered, Bronze Tiger jumped in front of me, slashing my face, causing me to fall back, leaving Tommy unconscious. I stayed a few inches in front of Tiger's claws, I was already bleeding, seems my field couldn't stand up to whatever they were made of. I couldn't see Slade and Bart was dancing with Enchantress…shit…where was Slade?
Bart
Before I could move lightning shot out at my feet as Enchantress floated in, "Going somewhere?"
I so did not have time for this.
"Are you?" I said, spinning my arms at supersonic speeds, two tornados formed and rushed out at her.
She waved her hands, "No."
The tornados bent and twisted and reformed into two cyclone golems that glared at me, "Boys, get him."
They came at me, and I sighed, so did not have the time.
I blurred around the golems, unwinding the wind the best I could. They exploded outwards, and I was thrown across the room. I was able to ricochet off the walls and run back at her…but she was casting another spell.
"SHIT!" I said as she froze the ground, covering it with ice. I slipped and fell on my ass, sliding across the cave floor. This was going badly. As I slid, I could see Slade moving towards the medlab, shit, Bronze Tiger had Conner locked down…
Ok, I'm done.
Conner
I saw Bart slide across the floor as I dodged another shot from Tiger. I needed to get this asshole off me!
"Bart! Help!" I called out.
Instead of answering he got to his feet and then tapped the side of his head. His hands blurred in front of him, and he vanished, leaving me alone.
What the fuck?
Bart
I take off and head about 30 miles out before turning around. I take off at around mach 3, running on level ground until I hit the small rocks surrounding the cave and jump. My momentum will take easily take me back to the cave, as I hit the wall I vibrate through, coming out on the other side where Enchantress is floating. I turn in midair and vibrate through her. For a moment we make eye contact, she is shocked I am so close to her. I smile and extend two fingers at her…
She winces and blinks twice…
And then all hell breaks loose.
Enchantress
I see that little imp pass through me and smile…I am going to burn his bones to ash…
He points at me, and it feels like he hit my face with a burst of air…I blink a few times to clear my vision…
"TITANS TOWER LOADED," chimes in my ears and when I look up, I am somewhere else.
It is now night, there is a storm raging, and, in the distance, I could see Titans Tower silhouetted by lightning. I know this place; this is the dock on Titan's Island…how did I get here?
"Enchantress!" a voice calls out and I see down the dock Nightwing looking at me, "Stop just floating there and do something!"
He sounded as smug as I remembered.
"You don't get to tell me what to do Boy Wonder!" I scream and rain lava down on him. He flips away, "Tiger, she's lost it."
I see a green tiger jump up at me, "I'm sorry June…"
"Be sorry for yourself Changeling!" I ignite the air around him and he screams, falling to the ground, "I don't know how you transported me here, but I will not let you take me down!"
"June bad?" a confused voice asks from below me.
I look down and see Superboy slowly standing up, "Oh hell no!" and hit him with lightning.
He screams and I laugh…they want to play…let's play!
Conner June just went insane and started attacking the rest of her people.
Man, Bart can be scary when he tries.
With their attention elsewhere I could focus on taking these idiots out. First things first, Bronze Tiger needed to be taken out. I wait for him to dodge an attack from June and slam him in the back of the head. Not the fairest of hits, but I don't have time for fair play.
"You got her?" I ask Bart, he nods, and I look at Tommy, "Ok…let's go."
We raced at them.
Tim
I sat there in his arms for what seemed like forever, he held me and let me just hold him…it was incredibly sweet. I didn't want to move but I heard what sounded like a cutting laser…
The blast doors were down? When the fuck did that happen?
I get off his waist as the metal melts through and Slade walks in.
"Oh!" he says seeing me in just my tunic and mask, "Did I interrupt something?"
"Who the fuck are you?" Donnie asks, standing up.
Slade's widen and he smiles. "I know you, you're the kid Lex is offering half a billion to off," he raises his staff, "This is going to be a lucrative day."
To his credit, Donnie didn't look the least bit scared. He just stared and said in a low voice, "Conner, help."
Conner
I drop Tommy and turn to the medlab.
NO!
Tim
In a blur Conner is there, and what follows are three sounds I will never forget.
The first is the blaster firing at Conner's chest, burning his shirt away and doing nothing else. The second is the sound of Slade's wrist being turned to paste as Conner grabs it and squeezes. The last sound is tearing flesh as Conner rips Deathstroke's arm off and holds it like a club.
"YOU DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Conner screams, but Slade is already in shock. I watch in horror as Conner hits him with his own arm, sending him back out of the medlab and into the far wall. Slade hits it with a wet thud and slides down. "NEVER TOUCH HIM!" Conner screams and flies after him.
I spin and look at Donnie, "You have to stop him, he'll kill him."
He seems to think about it and then nods, rushing out the door. I throw on my pants and belt and follow, Conner is standing over Slade, dismembered arm in his hand.
"Conner," Donnie barks, "Conner, NO!"
Conner hesitates, and then takes another step towards him.
"CONNER!" Donnie screams, "NO! Stop!"
Conner pauses, his hand trembling.
"Look at me," he says but Conner doesn't move, "Turn around and look at me."
Slowly Conner turned, his hand lowering and the arm falling to the ground.
"Come here," Donnie says softly, and Conner looks down, "Come here…" he says again, and Conner slowly shuffles towards him. Donnie opens his arms, "You're not in trouble, you're a good boy."
The words make Conner break, and he runs to Donnie, sobbing, "I though he hurt you I can't…if he hurt you I'd…"
Donnie pulls him into a hug and whispers to him, "I know, I'm here…I'm ok."
"Can't lose you…" Conner cries, holding on for dear life.
"I'm here baby, I got you…it's ok. I'm ok."
I watch them embrace and…it feels nice. I realize now that Conner is a good boy and loved…and so am I. We are the same. There is no jealously, no want…we are both the luckiest guys alive and that is all that counts. I hear Slade groan and my senses come back to me.
"Conner," I say walking up to him. He looks up at me sharply, like he is ready to growl because I am getting close to Donnie, but he stops…and really looks at me. He can smell me…same as I can smell him…there is…a connection…we both know. "He's bleeding out, heat vision."
He looks at Slade and seeing what I mean, a burst of heat and Slade cries out and then nothing, he's out cold. He kicks the arm over towards him.
I am about to say something, and Bart is there.
"They're all out and tied up, if anyone cares. I took care of it. Me. Alone. Not that it's a big deal or…" his jaw drops, "Oh you must be Donnie. Donnie. Donniedonniedonnie." He says moving around him a blur, "Damn…I mean God damn."
Donnie looks at me, "Am I affecting him?"
I shake my head, "Bart's regeneration would prevent his brain from being touched, he just thinks you're hot."
"Smoking hot!" Bart adds.
"Thanks."
Bart looks at Conner and then to me, "So how does this work now? Are you guys going to fight? Be jealous? Can you handle Conner being with Donnie and not you? Cause I don't want to break up the team cause you're jealous…"
"I'm not jealous," I say, putting an arm around Conner, "Of anything."
Bart looks confused and Donnie puts his arm around me and Conner, "They're my puppies…and they can share all they want."
Bart's eyes look like they are going to fall out, "What? Really? How? No screw that, can I be a puppy? I want to be a puppy. I can be a great puppy!" he says putting his hands in front of his chest and barking.
Donnie laughs and ruffles his hair, "We can work that out."
Bart hugs us all and for the first time I don't feel annoyed or put off…I get it now…it's love, it's sex…it just is…we all belong together…this is my pack.
"So now what?" Donnie asks.
"We need to get out of here," I say snapping back to reality, "I'm going program the cave to scrub itself as soon as we leave. Purge the sensor logs, the medlab, everything, they'll figure it out after a while, but it will give us a few days head start."
"Where do we go?" Conner asks.
"Tower for now, we'll figure something out from there."
They all nod at my assessment.
"Conner take Donnie, Bart grab me, meet back at the tower."
Conner took Donnie into his arms.
"Computer, when I leave, engage Silkwood Protocol."
"Acknowledged…Silkwood Protocol on exit."
"Let's run."
And we were gone…