Tim Drake, Red Robin, was in his hideout, brooding as had become usual for him. His hood pulled back, his black hair hung in front of his face, hiding his eyes. The room was dimly lit, and the only sound was the constant hum of the machines and devices that surrounded him. He was still lost in thought when the door opened. The grinning blonde that entered was almost offensive to Tim with the energy she brought: Stephanie Brown, Batgirl.
Steph Brown, dressed in her tight black and purple costume, walked in with a confident stride. She knew she looked good, and she wanted Tim to notice. She always wanted him to notice her. She flashed him a dazzling smile and sauntered over to where he was sitting.
"Hey, Tim," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I heard about your mission. Sorry it didn't go as planned."
Tim barely even grunted in response, not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. Steph pouted, disappointed that he wasn't responding to her. She decided to take a different approach. She started to massage his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with her fingers.
"Come on, Tim," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "You need to relax. Let me help you."
Tim tensed up at first. He knew he couldn't lose focus, couldn't fall back into the same routine with Steph. But Steph's fingers felt good on his muscles, and he found himself slowly relaxing under her touch. She continued to massage his shoulders, moving down to his arms and then his thighs. Tim couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants as she touched him.
"Steph, stop," he said, his voice hoarse. "We can't do this."
But Steph didn't listen. She continued to rub his thighs, moving closer and closer to his crotch. Tim groaned as she touched him there, his body responding to her touch despite his mind telling him to stop.
Steph unbuckled Tim's belt and pulled down his pants, freeing his hard dick. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Is this what you want, Tim?" she asked, her voice seductive.
Tim growled, his body taking over. He couldn't resist Steph's charms any longer. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. Steph grinned and giggled as she felt his hard dick pressing against her.
Tim reached up and pulled off Steph's mask. He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair as she started to grind against him. He could feel her heat through her costume, and he wanted her so badly.
Steph unzipped her costume, revealing her bare breasts. Tim groaned as he saw them, his dick twitching in response. Steph leaned down and started to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Tim reached down and started to stroke Steph's pussy through her costume. She was wet and ready for him, and he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her costume aside and plunged his dick into her, making her gasp.
Steph started to ride him, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Tim grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him as he fucked her. He could feel her tight pussy gripping him, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Steph reached down and started to stroke her clit as Tim fucked her. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, and she wanted to cum with him inside her.
Tim felt Steph's pussy clenching around him as she came, her orgasm triggering his own. He groaned as he filled her with his cum, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Steph collapsed onto Tim's chest, her breathing heavy. Tim wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"Thank you, Steph," he said, his voice soft. "That was just what I needed."
Steph grinned, her eyes sparkling.
"Anytime, Tim," she said, her voice seductive. "I'm always here to cheer you up."
Tim chuckled, his mood lifted.
"I think we should go on patrol together," he said, his eyes twinkling. "So I can appreciate you in that tight costume again."
Steph grinned and stood up, her costume still pulled aside.
"I think that's a great idea," she said, her voice playful. "But first, I think you need to spank me for being such a bad girl." Tim grinned, and she yelped as he pulled her across his lap ready.