Robin On Patrol
by Anne Duglas
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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes?of sexual
activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted?by DC Comics. This
story is intended for the non-commerical?enjoyment of fans and should be
considered a parody . No?copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made?from the distribution of this story.?
A brightly lit full moon hung in the night sky as the shadowy figure
moved across the low rooftops. A sudden flash of light reflected from an
approaching car illuminated the figure for a moment, before he vanished
once again in a blur of yellow and red. A distant clock tower began the
long chime that would end in eleven.
"Looks like its time to call it a night." The dark haired youth said to
himself as he pushed forward a green glove on his hand and checked the time
on the watch beneath.
It had been an uneventful patrol, Gotham City had been quiet all week.
Good thing too, since Batman had been out on the west coast the last four
days tracking down a gang of gun runners.
"Other guys get to spend Saturday night dating beautiful girls and maybe
getting laid." Robin thought to himself as he looked up at the lover's
moon. "Me, I get to run around the city in green shorts looking for bad
guys to stomp."
With a shrug of his shoulders, the brightly clad adventurer removed a
thin silken cord from his utility belt and attached it to a collapsible
batarang from another chamber. With a well practiced motion, he hurled the
batarang into the air, listening for a satisfying click as it locked onto a
nearby chimney.
The rush of the wind filled his ears as he took hold of the cord and
leapt into the darkness. For a normal 16 year old, swinging across the
rooftops would be a terrifying experience. But to the son of the Flying
Graysons, it was like a walk in the park.
Minutes and miles passed quickly as the Boy Wonder neared the water's
edge that defined the borough of Brookline. Off in the distance, across
the River, he could see the rising towers of Gotham City. It wasn't often
that he or Batman patrolled the outer boroughs, but it didn't hurt to show
a presence one in a while. Three or four nights of genuine Batman and
Robin sightings were good enough for a month of false ones. And the
negative effort on the crime rate that they brought.
Passing over a long row of brownstones that filled the waterfront area
known as Gotham Heights, Robin noted that he was only a few minutes away
from the deserted pier where he had parked the Batmobile.
"I should really just head for the car and get myself home." Robin said
to himself as he dropped down to a high rooftop. "But this is just too an
opportunity to pass up."
Turning his attention to the top floor of the four story building across
the street, a smile came to his lips. He knew Batman would never approve,
viewing what he was doing as a violation of the public trust. But if Dick
Grayson was giving up what little social life he had to patrol the city, he
was entitled to a little fun. After all, even though Bruce spent most
nights out as Batman, it was a rare night when he stood home and didn't
wake up the next day with one beauty or another in his bed. There were
certain advantages to being a millionaire playboy.
The corner walls of the uppermost apartment that Robin now watched had
been replaced with gigantic windows. Giving the occupant a wide panorama
of the city lights. The building was the highest on the block, but by
climbing to the top of the water tower to his vantage point, Robin could
see right in.
As he had done for the last three nights, Robin waited for the tenant of
the apartment. Her name, he had looked up on the Batcomputer's tie in with
the city directory, was Jessica Taylor and she was 24 years old. She had
been born right here in Brookline and had moved to Gotham Heights two years
ago after graduating from the City University. She was currently employed
as a research assistant at the firm of Dawson, Majors, and Wilson.
Checking his watch, Robin noted it was 11:35. If she was going to show,
she would've done so by now. With a great deal of pleasure, the green, red
and yellow clad youngster had watched Jessica do her evening workout. Not
only was she beautiful, athletic and incredibly built - Jessica did her
workout in the nude.
"Well, I guess tonight's a no show." Robin mused as he made ready to
lower himself down to the roof. "It was fun while it lasted."
His green booted foot had just hit the first rung of the ladder when the
lights of the apartment flashed on. Quickly retracing his steps, Robin
returned to his observation post.
Sure enough, Jessica had entered the corner room which had been turned
into a cross between a gym and a dance studio. Turning on her stereo, she
began to start her warmups. After about five minutes of leg stretches and
such, the tall woman went into a more active routine.
Watching her lithe form go through her paces, the teenager could feel a
hardness filling his bikini briefs. It had been a long time since Dick
Grayson had received any sexual relief other than that provided by his own
hand. In fact, in the nine months since he had lost his cherry while
captured by the Catwoman, he'd only had sex twice.
The problem being, his persona as Robin was so public, it left little
time for him to really develop one as Dick Grayson. What with night patrol
and spending countless hours studying the latest crime fighting methods, in
addition to his school work.
Prior to donning the mantle of Batman, Bruce Wayne had spent years
gaining the skills he would need. From what Bruce had told him, his
guardian had spent his "fun years" buried in the library, the lab and the
gym. While he shared Bruce's desire to fight crime. To to pay criminals
back for the murder of his own parents. Dick wasn't sure he wanted to do
it at the expense of never having a real life..
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