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 it’s 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 sixteen-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 good 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 stayed 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 twenty-four-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 warm-ups. 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 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.
Using his pair of powerful binoculars, Robin could see Jessica as if he was standing a few feet away. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 125 lbs. Long brown hair ran down her back to a point just above the crack of her ass. And what a beautiful ass it was. In fact, the only thing the junior crimefighter thought was more beautiful than that ass was those two perfectly round breasts that now bounced as Jessica rocked to the music blasting out of her speakers. What totally set Jessica apart from the other women he had met was the creamy brown color of her skin. There were only four black girls in his high school and Dick had hardly said a dozen words to any of them. Yet he was sure than none of them looked anywhere as good as Jessica.
In truth, she was only the third girl he had seen totally naked. The first of course had been Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. Robin had lost track of the nights he had masturbated to the memory of her near perfect body and how she had given it to him in exchange for his virginity.
Robin grinned at his depiction of Selina’s body as being near perfect. At the time, he was convinced that Catwoman was the embodiment of female perfection. A definite cut above his previous standard masturbation fantasy - Batgirl. Of course he’d never had the opportunity to see what Batgirl looked like under those purple tights.
Three months ago, Dick had found a new standard of perfection. One which he knew would never be exceeded. He’d spent a few weeks over the summer organizing a new group called The Teen Titans. It was composed of the junior sidekicks of various Superheroes. If nothing else, Robin had thought, it would give him the chance to hang out with some people his own age without having to worry about letting his secret identity slip.
Aside from himself, the other members had been Wally West, known as Kid Flash. Roy Harper, the partner of Green Arrow, who went under the name Speedy. But it was the fourth member of the quartet that immediately drew Dick’s full interest.
Wonder Girl, aka Donna Troy, was the adopted younger sister of Wonder Woman. Taken to Paradise Island as a toddler and raised as an Amazon, she possessed many of the same powers as Wonder Woman. Including the ability, Dick concluded, to have every male in sight fall in immediate and total lust over her.
By the time the two week training period was over, Dick knew he had the best chance of the three to get together with her. Wally West was a total idiot and despite being the only guy there with an actual superpower, acted like he just came off the farm.
In the beginning, Roy looked to be real competition. Not only was he handsome and almost as athletic as Dick, he had a really killer charm. In addition, Donna had a really keen interest in archery and spent many hours taking lessons from the red and yellow clad archer. It wasn’t until the night that Roy had expressed a desire to be more than just fellow crimefighters to him that Robin realized that Speedy not only wasn’t winning the contest for Donna’s attention, he wasn’t even in the race.
Despite his razor sharp intellect and the years he’d spent sharpening his detective skills under Batman, what Dick also failed to realize was that neither was he. The point was suddenly driven home one afternoon when he was using the large shower room to clean up after a rather exhaustive training session. Standing naked in the shower, he almost had heart failure when Donna stepped into the room, as nude as a newborn.
Despite the dampening effects of the shower, the Boy Wonder’s cock began to instantly grow hard. He just couldn’t help himself. Donna was like a statue of Diana come to life. She stood 5’6” and weighed about 130 lbs. There wasn’t an once of fat on her body, every inch of it was pure muscle. As she arched her head back to run the water through her short black hair, Dick was presented with the most incredibly set of breasts he had ever seen. And that was based on over a hundred issues of Playboy he’d had hidden in his room back home. 36c and firm as foam rubber. They were capped by large nipples surrounded by two inch dark pink areolas.
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