Robin and The Catwoman

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-commercial 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.

Author's Note: This story first appeared in slightly different form back in 1995. It has been rewritten for Literotica.

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"Oh, my head," Robin whispered as he stirred awake.

It took a few more moments for him to fully regain consciousness, and once he did, he immediately took stock of his surroundings. His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham rooftops; now he was in someone's apartment.

'I've been captured!' the teen wonder screamed in his mind as he suddenly became aware that he was in restraints.

Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just as Barman had taught him. Take stock of the situation, then form a plan of action.

The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the skylight. Bright blue eyes surveyed the loft, only to find there really wasn't all that much to see. A studio apartment, very nondescript, the type you could find anywhere in Gotham City - or any city for that matter - raising the concern that he could be anywhere in the country. A small bed, three dressers and a small kitchenette. Then he noticed two suitcases in the corner by the door, indicating that someone had either just moved in or was getting ready to move out.

Next, he again tried his bonds, with just as little success as his last attempt. He was strapped to some sort of homemade wooden table, attached to a wheel and pulley system that allowed the bed to be raised and lowered. He could be brought up to a fully standing position or laid flat. Currently, he was locked into a forty-five-degree angle, reminding him of one of those scenes in the old Frankenstein movies.

'Okay, I'm not strong enough to break out of this,' he thought, 'so let's consider rescue options.'

Across the room, he could see his bright yellow cape and green gloves draped across a chair. His utility belt, the object of his search, was nowhere to be seen.

'Figures, that would be the one thing they got rid of,' he thought. 'The homing transmitter inside the buckle would make rescue all too easy.'

Not seeing the point of testing the heavy leather straps a third time, the teenage adventurer reviewed what he could recall of the events that led him here, wherever here might be.

He'd been on the way back from making a personal appearance at the new Gotham Boys Club over in West Douglaston when he spotted a dark figure exiting a tenth-floor window of the Diamond Exchange. He'd tried Batman on his cycle's radio, but got only static. Deciding it would be impossible to follow the figure on the streets, he had bat-roped to the roof and taken off after the thief.

Despite his years of circus acrobatic training, continued and improved on by the Batman, Robin was unable to do more than keep the dark figure in sight. Whoever they were, they were good. After about ten minutes, he was just about to give up and admit he'd lost the burglar somewhere near the waterfront. Flipping on his portable radio to check in, he instead snapped it off when he caught a sudden movement off to his right.

The green and red clad hero whirled around and quickly took off across the roof. He was only a few seconds behind his adversary when he suddenly felt himself falling. Robin had only a split second to realize that the rotting roof of the long-abandoned building had given way beneath him. Then he was engulfed in darkness.

'Well, Dickie boy, you really did it this time,' the Teen Wonder said to himself. 'When Batman catches up to you, he's really going to read you the riot act about taking off on your own.'

He really didn't want to consider the possibility that Batman wouldn't catch up to him. Or that his captor might have planned a fatal conclusion to the night's adventure.

Who was his captor? That was a good question. Was it the shadowy thief he'd chased across the rooftops? Or was it someone who'd stumbled upon his unconscious body in that empty warehouse?

One good thing in his favor was that, aside from a low-grade headache and a few minor bruises, he didn't seem to be hurt. Another important consideration was that he hadn't been unmasked, which meant that whoever had brought him here didn't know that under the mask and cape he was Dick Grayson. Not that he himself was famous or anything, but he'd been photographed with Bruce enough times for someone to have seen a picture in a newspaper or magazine. If Bruce Wayne's ward was moonlighting as Robin, could there be any question about who was Batman?

Far off in the distance, Dick heard a clock chiming two. He'd been unconscious for almost three hours. Batman had to be out looking for him by now. But looking where?

For the next twenty minutes, that thought dominated his thinking. Without that utility belt, it was going to be pure chance whether he was found. Could his captor have already left, abandoning him here? If that was the case, his chances might very well drop from slim to none.

That morbid concept was suddenly interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the roof, followed by the appearance of a dark form at the edge of the skylight.

"Batman?" Robin whispered under his breath.

Half of the old-style skylight opened and the shadowy figure dropped into the room. With a catlike grace the silhouette landed on the hard wood floor. Still covered in shadows, it moved across the room to a light switch next to the door.

"I can tell you're awake," said a soft melodious voice as she hit the light switch, flooding the room with light. "No sense is trying to hide it."

Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting that covered the opposite walls, the new arrival stood revealed. Clad in a skintight dark purple jumpsuit, she wore a tight-fitting cowl with small cat ears. Although she had never been photographed, Robin had no doubt as to her identity.

"You're the Catwoman!" he said in an excited voice.

"Well, that's pretty obvious..." she responded as she walked across the room. "Any other revelations?"

As she stood in front of him, Robin couldn't help but be impressed by her purple clad body. He'd always thought Batgirl had a hard body, but next to the Catwoman, she might as well have been a boy.

"I must've been out of my mind bringing you up here," she said as she tossed a small carry bag onto the bed. "If I was the hardened criminal they keep writing about in the papers, I'd have left you back in that warehouse. The way some of those rags write about me, I should've slit your throat, just to keep in practice."

A slight shiver ran through Robin at that suggestion. Then he told himself that if Catwoman wanted him dead, she already had ample opportunity.

"Why did you bring me up here?" Robin asked.

"I was impressed by the way you tried to keep up with me back there at the Diamond Exchange," she began. "No one has ever even spotted me on a job before, and here you were on my heels for over a mile. When I saw you fall through that roof, I doubled back to see how badly you were hurt."

"To be honest, I only spotted you at the Exchange by accident," Robin interrupted, figuring better to keep on her good side, "and I was about to give up the chase when you bolted out of that last cubby-hole."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better," Catwoman said as she smiled. "I take great pride in my abilities."

She paused as she pulled off her cowl, revealing short jet-black hair. Robin took her to be about twenty-seven or so, definitely no more than thirty. Her features were more cute than beautiful and as she ran her fingers across her head, she combed her hair into an almost boyish style.

"Were, was I? Oh yes, I doubled back to see how badly you were hurt. At first glance, your injuries looked a lot worse than they really were. You landed on a pile of garbage bags and they broke your fall. Nothing was broken; I've had paramedic training. At first, I figured I'd just call an ambulance and get out of there while the getting was good, but then I spotted a group of waterfront dregs already watching from the broken windows. If I left you there, you might not be alive when the boys in white showed up."

"Thank you, I'm grateful." Robin said emotionally. "I really mean that."

"I believe you do," Catwoman replied. "I've never killed anyone, or ever wanted to be the cause of anyone else's death. Unlike most of those costume clowns running around this city, I'm only in this for the money. Let them play their power trip games while they try and outfox the Police and Batman. I'm content with having never been seen, only glimpsed."

"Until now..." Robin said, suddenly feeling a little insecure.

"Until now..." Catwoman repeated.

A long silence hung in the air until the Catwoman finally spoke again.

"I guess I have to make sure that you can't tell anyone about the Catwoman," she said.

Robin's face went pale at her words and he felt his body grow suddenly cold.

"Since I already passed on my chance to do away with you," Catwoman said, "I guess I'll have to kill the Catwoman instead."

"What?" Robin asked, certain he had heard wrong.

"Kill the Catwoman," she repeated. "If she doesn't exist, then your description doesn't matter, does it?"

Robin let out a sigh of relief.

"I've been planning to retire the tights after a few more jobs anyway," Catwoman continued. "I guess I should take this as a sign that it's time. No sense tempting fate. After all, I already have enough money, all safe and sound in the best banks - none of them in Gotham, I might add."

"Catwoman...I..." Robin began.

He was cut off as she placed am outstretched index finger against his lips, signifying silence.

"I told you, from this moment on, there is no Catwoman," she said softly. "You can call me Selina."

"Selina," he corrected himself. "I was wondering..."

"You're wondering what I'm planning to do with you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, seeing as you don't need immediate medical attention," Selina said, "I figure I'll just leave you where you are and call the police with your location when I leave here in the morning. It's not as if you're going anywhere before then," she added as she ran her gloved hand against the edge of Robin's table.

"I see your point," Robin replied.

"Interesting little toy, isn't it?" Selina noted as she adjusted the strap across Robin's chest. "The woman I subleased this loft from was heavily into bondage and discipline. When she went to Europe for the summer, she put most of her toys into storage, but left this one behind. Until now, I've been using it as a kitchen table."

'And I'm the main course,' Robin thought.

With Selina now standing right alongside him, the Teen Wonder found himself increasingly aware of her as a woman. The soft natural redness of her lips, the bright green of her eyes, and especially the enticing curve of her breasts. In his mind, he was having difficulty concentrating on being Robin, the latter half of the Dynamic Duo, slipping instead back into the role of Dick Grayson, a normal teenager who couldn't help but note that, as she moved away, that Selina had a magnificent ass.

"Oh, by the way," the black-haired woman said as she paused d turned, "if you've been looking for your utility belt, it's not here. I found the micro-transmitter and the homing device in the buckle when I carried you up here. I turned it on and dumped it across town on the Oakridge section. Wouldn't want Batman showing up, unexpectedly, would we?"

-=-=-=-

Selina spent the next hour packing her belongings in the two suitcases Robin had spotted earlier. She had laid out a change of clothes, but except for the gloves she had removed earlier, she still wore the purple jumpsuit of the now "deceased" Catwoman.

"There, all ready to go," Selina announced. "It's still a few hours till sunrise; no sense in drawing too much attention by leaving while it's still dark."

Robin was counting the minutes until he would be free. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he would be out of here. He was so fixed on that idea that he didn't notice, at least not at first, that Selina was stripping out of the purple catsuit right in front of him.

"I hope you don't embarrass easily," she said as she pulled the form fitting outfit down her body, "but there's barely room in that bathroom to shower, much less change clothes."

Embarrased wasn't the word for what Robin felt. The flush he felt in his reddening face was nothing to the warmness between his legs as he felt his cock growing hard. Stripped of her tight purple jumpsuit, Selina exhibited a lean firm body that any professional athlete would envy. Her breasts, while not large, were perfectly formed, held in place by a black sports bra. Every muscle was toned to perfection, the result of endless hours in a gym. By the time she was down to just her bra and panties, Dick could feel his cock straining against his dark green briefs.

It was at that moment that Selina pulled off her bra, letting her small breasts pop free. The sign of those firm mounds and the small pink nipples atop them was more than Dick could stand.

"Wow!" he exclaimed softly.

He hoped that she hadn't heard, but she had. She smiled at his comment and then walked over to him. As much as he wished he could, it was impossible for Robin to hide his hard-on.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," she said as she noted the large bulge in his shorts.

Giving in to curiosity, Selina stared at the outline of her guest's cock as it strained against his tight briefs. By her estimate, it measured a good seven inches.

"I guess that's another reason they call you the Teen Wonder," she laughed.

Robin didn't reply, partly out of embarrassment, but mostly because, at least for a moment, he had really thought she was going to do more than just look at it. That was wrong, he knew, but as the old saying went, a hard cock had no conscience.

"I guess that also answers another question I used to wonder about," Selina said as she again looked down at his manhood. "I've heard some people suggest that you and Batman might be queer. Why else would a grown man run around with a teenage boy unless he was buggering him?"

"Batman's no queer!" Robin called out.

"I guess I'll have to take your word for it," Selina said as she continued to stare. "At least you like women, from what I can see."

Robin didn't answer, trying to imagine anything that would make his hard-on go down.

"How old are you, by the way?" Selina asked.

"I'm nineteen," Robin replied, giving the answer before he could consider that it might not be the best thing to do.

"Nineteen, and still in short pants," Selina laughed.

The comment about his costume hurt more than his erection. He'd long been considering some modifications but hadn't been able to come up with a new design that he really liked.

"I probably shouldn't do this," Selina said, "but would you mind if I took a little peek? After all, I did save your life."

Falling back on his training, Robin opened his mouth to say yes, but to his surprise, it came out no instead.

No sooner had the word left his mouth than Selina gripped the sides of his green briefs and pulled them, and he underwear beneath down to his knees. Released from the tight confines of his costume, Robin's cock sprung upward in all its youthful splendor.

"Wow!" Selina said. Now it was her turn to be impressed.

Rather than be further embarrassed, Robin actually felt proud that she was impressed.

"I bet you have the girls lining up to have a turn at that," Selina commented.

Robin tried to hide his response to her comment, but was just a bit too late as she caught the look on his face before he could hide it.

"I can't believe that," Selina said in surprise. "Not with a body like you have and equipment like that. No way you're a virgin."

'I'm not,' the Teen Wonder thought, but for all practical purposes, he might as well have been.

It wasn't that girls weren't interested. Many were, and more than a few had made that interest crystal clear. Yet it was impossible to let anyone get that close. He couldn't take the chance that anyone might find out he was Robin. That left women who also wore masks, of which there were damn few his own age, and of those even fewer who would choose just a regular guy in a cape and mask over someone who could bend steel or run fast enough to break the sound barrier.

"You know, I've stolen just about everything of great value you can think of, cash, jewels, stocks." Selina said, "but I don't think I've ever stolen anything as precious as a young man's cherry."

Robin looked into her eyes and knew that she wanted him. To be totally honest with himself, he wanted her as well.

"But that's something that should never be stolen," Selina said, a touch of disappointment in her tone. "It's a gift, one that should only be given to someone who really deserves it. So, tell me, my handsome hero, do you think I deserve such a gift?"

"Yes," Robin said, thinking as he said it that Batman was going to kill him, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

It was indeed a problem for tomorrow and Selina didn't allow him another moment to dwell on it. With one fluid motion, she bent down and took Robin's hard cock into her mouth and began to suck.

Robin couldn't believe the incredible sensations he felt as the wetness of Selina's mouth engulf his manhood. Every nerve in his cock came to life and as her tongue passed along the length of it, sparks raced throughout his body. Beginning at the base of his balls, Selina licked and kissed her way to his crown. Licking the underside of his cockhead, she brought soft moans of delight from his lips. Then she wrapped her lips around it once again, deep throating his length.

Pushing against his restraints, Robin struggled to push more of his cock into her willing mouth. With what movement he had, he began to thrust his pelvis, face-fucking Selina. Reaching down with her free hand, Selina freed Robin's legs from their restraints. His legs now free, the Teen Wonder was able to double his gyrations, bringing a smile to her cock-filled mouth.

Such was her skill, it didn't take long before Selina could feel the first signs of an impending orgasm. Gripping his balls, she tried to hold him back as long as possible. At the rate he was pumping, matched with the actions of her mouth, her restrictive grip barely bought him more than a few precious moments more. Her mouth had just finished an upward motion when Robin let loose, splattering the recesses of her mouth with the fruit of her efforts.

She swallowed as fast as she could, taking his cock deep into her mouth as a second volley followed the first. She swallowed that as well, making room for a third burst. This one she held in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Forget milk, she thought, this was the cream this kitten craved.

-=-=-=-

Temporarily spent, Robin's cock began to grow soft in her mouth and Selina let it slide free. Once it did, however, she began to lick it clean with her tongue. By the time she was done, the Teen Wonder was already living up to his name, looking like he was already ready for a second act.

Standing up, Selina looked at Robin's no longer innocent face. Releasing the table locks, she rotated him up into a standing position. Moving closer, she kissed him. Softly at first, then a little harder as her tongue slid between his lips. It was a kiss he would remember a very long time.

"I'd unfasten you more, Teen Wonder," Selina said as she stroked his cheek, "but I'm still not the trusting sort. Besides, you might need a safety belt because it's going to be a bumpy ride."