Robin vs The Justice League Pt. 01

Robin changed tack and grabbed Ivy's full butt, pulling her deeper onto his cock. Ivy groaned loudly and rocked harder, grinding herself onto the young crimefighter. Robin timed his pulls in line with the movements of her hips and he felt Ivy's pussy walls twitch around him as she squeezed him tighter. Ivy arched her back and grabbed Robin's shoulders for balance, riding Robin faster and faster.

"Oh, Robin! Yes! Like that! FUCK! YES!"

Robin's cock jerked. "Fuck, Ivy! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum with me, darling! Give it to me! Give it to me! Give ­­-- OOOOHHHHHHHH!"

The two lovers moaned together as they reached their climaxes. Jet after jet of hot cum shot into Ivy and her pussy milked everything from her young partner. Covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Robin grabbed the back of Ivy's head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Ivy's eyes widened in surprise but she soon relaxed, letting the younger man slide a tongue into her mouth. He wasn't actually a bad kisser.

Robin leaned back, panting, and Ivy collapsed as well, resting on his muscled shoulders. She sighed contentedly.

There was a loud bang from down the hallway, at the entrance to the research stations. Ivy's ears pricked up and she clambered off Robin, a whirlwind of leaves appearing and forming her clothing. She looked at Robin as he was pulling his pants and armour back on. "Is it him?"

Robin shook his head. "He would've called. Someone for you?"

"No one knew I was here," Ivy said.

Hero and villain prepared themselves for whatever was coming. Robin tightened the last strap of his armour and yanked a pair of batons from their sheaths on his back. Ivy flexed her fingers and focused on manipulating the few pot plants nearby that would be large enough for her purposes. Already the plants were mutating, long tendrils sprouting from the soil.

There was silence. Ivy and Robin looked at each other.

The wall in front of them exploded in a shower of plaster and dust. Robin protected his face from the dust cloud with the hem of his cape. Ivy ducked behind a desk.

Two figures stood in the dusty haze where the wall used to be.

"Robin!"

He recognised the voice instantly. "Boss?"

Batman, cloaked and cowled, stood next to a figure that was... wow.

She was tall, easily six feet. A long mane of silky black hair reached her shoulders. It was held off her face by a golden headband. A metal bustier, the colour of rust and dried blood, held up a pair of magnificent breasts. They were made even more noticeable as the upper segment of the bustier was bright gold and in the shape of a triumphant eagle. Its wings were splayed outwards and hugged her bosom.

A gladiator's skirt of dark blue leather straps reached down to her knees, but it couldn't hide the creamy skin of her muscled thighs. Her feet and shins were protected by heeled boots, the same rust red as her bustier. A golden short sword was at her waist, along with some kind of lasso or whip. A dark blue cloak trailed on the floor, and at the moment it was thrown backwards, baring the skin of her shoulders.

Golden armbands wrapped around her wrists and in one hand she held a bronze shield, which was being shaken free of any dust and plaster bits. Her figure, while covered in armour and weapons and definitely holding muscle, was softened by enough feminine curves to still make any man stare.

But it was her face that captured Robin the most. Bright blue eyes, full sensual lips, an aquiline nose and strong, square jawline. She looked like royalty.

"Hail!" she called, raising her free hand while the other slid her shield onto her back.

"Umm... what?" Robin asked, looking at Batman.

"Robin, this is Wonder Woman," Batman said. "She's a... colleague."

"Nonsense, Batman!" Wonder Woman shook her head. "That does not do justice to what we've done together. We are comrades-in-arms!"

A flicker of movement made her gaze snap to the desk Ivy was hiding behind. "You there! Stop lurking in the dark! Step forward or suffer my wrath!"

"I don't lurk!" Ivy snapped standing up. She gave Wonder Woman a withering gaze. "And tone it down, Stripper of Troy!"

"Ivy!" Batman stepped forward, fists clenched. He turned to his sidekick. "Robin! What is this?"

"I was in the middle of apprehending her when you blew a hole in the wall!" Robin snapped. "I thought something worse was coming our way."

Batman looked around the room. Seemingly satisfied, he grunted. Then he saw the outline of sweat on the couch that Robin and Ivy had been enthusiastically fucking on second ago. Then came the final nail in the coffin.

Wonder Woman sniffed the air. "It smells like a brothel in here. Batman, what is this place?"

"It's not a brothel," Batman answered curtly.

Shit.

Batman turned to Ivy. "Doctor, this is your lucky night. I don't know what you've been doing with him, but it stops now."

Ivy shrugged and folded her arms defiantly. "I've done nothing that he didn't already want."

Robin threw a pleading expression at Ivy. Come on!

"Silence, green harlot!" Wonder Woman snapped.

"Harlot?!" Ivy sputtered. "Oh, you did not ­-- "

Batman flicked his wrist and a small device flew out and stuck to Ivy's neck. It buzzed loudly and Ivy dropped, jerking uncontrollably. Batman walked over, snapping on cuffs and covering her mouth and nose with a mask to limit her hypnotic powers. He tapped his comm. "Alfred? Ivy's been neutralised. Get a GPD pickup at these coordinates."

He turned to Robin. His voice did not brook any protest. "Come with us. Now."

Robin followed Batman meekly. He walked past Wonder Woman, who simply looked at both of them with mild confusion before falling in.

Once outside, Batman summoned his jet. A sleek, mean-looking shape appeared in the sky above them and opened a hatch. Batman and Robin, with practiced ease, shot maghooks into its belly and slid upwards. Once inside, Robin drew in his line and looked around. The jet was about the size of a small private plane, with an extensive cockpit and rear seating for nearly eight others.

He turned around to see how Wonder Woman was going to get into the jet when there was a thud and she appeared beside him. She walked right past and settled into a seat in the cockpit, throwing her cloak to one side. She didn't have any equipment he could see that could allow her to do that. Even the lasso would be too short.

How did she get here? Robin wondered. We're over fifty feet off the ground!

"How fast can this flying machine get us to the Watchtower?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Fast enough," Batman grunted. "Robin, strap in. We're going into orbit."

"We're going into space?" Robin said, fumbling with his seatbelt.

Batman didn't answer. There was only the thrust of g-force as the jet shot into the sky. It cleared the clouds over Gotham, but it kept going. Robin's teeth rattled inside his head and he looked to the side to see the horizon fading. He turned around to see Wonder Woman looking as serene as if she were sitting on a park bench somewhere. What the hell was she that she could take this kind of acceleration without even a grimace?

The sky became darker and darker. More stars began to appear and Robin felt odd and imbalanced. They must be getting high. Gravity was starting to have less effect on them. Within minutes, one of those stars grew and grew until it took the form of a long, cylindrical construct. A space station.

"You have a... a space station?" Robin asked with awe. Even after all these years, Batman still had surprises.

"It's not just mine," Batman corrected.

Wonder Woman nodded. "Indeed. This place provides sanctuary for several others."

"Others?" Robin asked. "Like you?"

Wonder Woman cocked an eyebrow at Robin. He swallowed nervously, but she laughed at his expression and winked coyly at him. "There are no others like me."

Batman steered the jet into a hanger that yawned open on one side of the station. The doors slid shut behind them and a docking tunnel reached out and clamped onto the side of the jet. There was a hiss of pressure and Batman opened the door. Robin got up unsteadily adjusting to what he expected was some form of artificial gravity. He almost fell over but Wonder Woman caught him.

"Ha! You walk like a foal!" she laughed, revealing perfect white teeth.

Robin murmured his thanks and pulled himself away, trying to find his balance and trying to forget Wonder Woman's scent of spice and waxed leather.

"This way," Batman opened the hatch and entered the docking tunnel. Robin followed and Wonder Woman brought up the rear again.

"Robin, I'm sending you the location of your quarters," Batman tapped something on his gauntlet and a data package arrived on Robin's comm with a ping. "Wonder Woman and I need to speak."

***

"What troubles you, Batman?" Wonder Woman asked after Robin was out of earshot. "Is it your companion?"

"Yes," Batman answered shortly.

"I sense he was consorting with that harlot," Wonder Woman continued. "Is that a problem?"

"Of course it's a problem!" Batman snapped suddenly. "Poison Ivy has blood on her hands and she excels at manipulation. He seems to have forgotten this!"

"It's what men do when faced with beauty," Wonder Woman said. "He is a man, yes?"

Batman looked at her silently.

Wonder Woman elaborated. "He has enjoyed the company of women before?"

"Not that I know of," Batman murmured. "And it's not my place to pry."

"I disagree," Wonder Woman said. "He is at the age where such things are appropriate. If he cannot find passion on his own terms, passion will find him when he least expects it."

"What do you suggest? I hire him an escort?" Batman countered.

"An escort?"

"A whore."

"Not ideal," Wonder Woman shook her head. "It needs to be someone with whom a connection can be established. Emotional as well as physical intimacy. I'll wager the only reason he lay with her is because she made him feel both things."

"Every word out of Poison Ivy's mouth is a lie," Batman snarled. "Robin should never have fallen for that."

"But he did," Wonder Woman pressed. "So either your training did not prepare him for deception or she exploited what he was lacking in life. What do you think is more likely?"

Batman didn't answer.

"Let me train with him," Wonder Woman offered. "I can provide instruction. He is distracted, guilty. He needs to be steeled against what's coming. We all do."

"Go," Batman waved a gauntleted hand. "Just go. I have to review some surveillance data."

Wonder Woman nodded solemnly and swept away.

***

The quarters were better than what Robin expected. A single bunk on one side with storage drawers, a desk and chair bolted to the floor. A clothes locker on another wall and a small adjoining bathroom.

Robin removed his armour and lay it out on the floor in his quarters. As was standard practice after each night, he inspected every piece for damage or fault. Then he would clean them, repaint any chips or scratches and store them.

Robin was still distracted. Poison Ivy's scent was still all over him. He climbed into a shower to wash it off. A few minutes into his shower, he heard a loud knocking on his door.

"Robin?" a female voice called.

Shit, it's her!

"Uh, don't come in!" Robin yelled, grabbing a towel.

He heard the door slide open anyway and Wonder Woman strode into his quarters, looking around until she saw Robin climbing out of the shower.

"I said don't come in!" Robin yelled, quickly covering himself.

"Be calm, Robin," Wonder Woman said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Meet me in the training room when you're done."

She turned to leave, but before she did, gave Robin a brief up-and-down look. Her mouth twitched in what could've been a smile as she examined his wet and lean body.

She stalked out of his quarters.

Robin looked back, nonplussed. Was she just checking me out?

He dried off, put his armour back on, and went after her.

***

Robin was able to make his way to the training room without difficulty. The hallways of the space station were well-signed. He came to the door of the training room. It slid open as he approached, revealing a long, cavernous space.

Wonder Woman stood in the middle of it. She turned. "Ah. Good."

Wonder Woman walked towards the training room door and unclasped her blue cloak. She also removed her shield and sword. She pressed her hand on a control pad and a panel popped out, revealing a slide-out storage locker. Wonder Woman carefully placed the items in the locker and removed another sword.

Wonder Woman noticed Robin's bemused expression. "Were I to use my real blade, it would cleave you in two."

"Okaaay," Robin said doubtfully.

"Besides, I won't need it," Wonder Woman said boastfully.

Robin heard it in her voice. A challenge.

"You say that now," Robin said, responding to her challenge.

Wonder Woman laughed, a confident, contralto chuckle that made Robin swallow. "Some spirit! Shall we?"

Robin walked towards the centre of the room where Wonder Woman pointed. He turned to see her slide the storage locker back into the wall and press some more buttons on a control pad of some kind. Seemingly satisfied, she nodded and walked towards him, twirling her sword.

Wonder Woman stopped a few paces from Robin and raised her sword in salute. "Begin!"

Without waiting, she charged forward with lightning speed. Robin barely had time to slip his batons from their sheaths and block a downward slash. He felt the force of the strike shoot through his body. It was like being hit with a tree trunk.

Wonder Woman backed away. "Excellent. Fast draw. Now we test defence."

With a rapid quick-step she lunged at Robin's gut. He parried it to the side with one of his batons and struck her sword arm with the second. The baton simply bounced of her metal armband. Wonder Woman didn't flinch from the strike.

"Good. Offence and defence at the same time," Wonder Woman said approvingly.

"There is no victory in defence," Robin said. "And any defence should be the prelude to an attack."

"Sensible maxims," Wonder Woman nodded. "Let's test your attack."

Wonder Woman adopted a neutral guard and held her sword across her body. Robin moved forward, batons whirling. A flurry of blows clanged off Wonder Woman's sword. She moved with near inhuman speed, deftly blocking each one.

Robin increased his pace and his blows came harder and faster. Wonder Woman took a step back under the staggering weight of his baton strikes. Robin pressed forward and Wonder Woman took another step back.

She smiled. "That's enough."

She blocked one of Robin's batons with her armband and the other was flicked away by her sword. She snaked under his arm and grabbed his shoulder. The pommel of her sword slammed into his gut. Robin gasped and slacked his grip. Wonder Woman let go and hit him again in the chest with an open-hand strike. Robin stayed standing but the force of the strike was strong enough for him to slide back several metres.

"If your attack is going well, you've walked into a trap," Wonder Woman said.

"Noted," Robin wheezed.

"The problem is not your fighting skill," Wonder Woman said thoughtfully. "You have ferocity. Heart. But you lack... maturity. Confidence. There are vulnerabilities easily exploited."

"What do you mean?"

Wonder Woman dropped her sword with a clatter and undid the fastenings of her leather skirt. It slid to the ground.

The bronze skin of her muscled thighs was revealed. Her legs seemed even longer and lither than before, now only clad in an impossibly tight pair of blue hotpants.

Robin's eyes immediately soaked them in.

Wonder Woman picked up her sword and charged him again. Robin fell back under a flurry of thrusts and slashes. Wonder Woman thrust low and Robin had to clumsily block with both batons. For a second, they were eye to eye, their faces inches apart. Wonder Woman's mouth was open as she panted and she licked her upper lip seductively.

Robin was so distracted by plump red lips that he didn't react in time when a sweeping kick took his legs out from underneath him and he fell to the ground in a heap. Wonder Woman stood over him, a powerful, sexual image of victory.

She pointed her sword at him. "Yield."

Robin rolled away and flipped back onto his feet. Wonder Woman charged again. Robin slammed his batons end-to-end and felt the magnetic clamps seal. The tips of the batons lengthened, forming a quarterstaff. He blocked Wonder Woman's haymaker swing and slid the staff behind her leg, trying to flip her over.

Wonder Woman pirouetted around the staff and practically falling backwards into Robin's grasp. Robin brought up the staff against her throat, holding his body against her. She writhed in his grip.

"You yield," he said.

"I think not," Wonder Woman said. She wriggled against him, grinding her body against his. He could smell her silky hair. Already he felt his grip faltering. It felt cruel and wrong to be violent with such a lovely creature.

"Already I feel your spirit breaking," Wonder Woman said. "While other parts... grow."

Wonder Woman's wriggling against Robin had some unexpected results. He had an erection nestled gently in the globes of Wonder Woman's taut, well-muscled ass.

Point made, Wonder Woman stopped moving and simply grabbed the staff Robin held against her neck. Slowly, firmly, she pushed it away. Robin held tight, but she was impossibly strong. With a jerk, she slid it from his grasp and threw it away.

Robin realised the sensual writhing was just a trick. With ease, Wonder Woman whirled around and punched Robin, throwing him to the ground. He lay there, coughing and spluttering.

"You cannot let your urges be used against you," Wonder Woman cautioned. "They must be mastered."

"What... urges?" Robin said in an unconvincing lie.

Wonder Woman was not deceived at all. "You are of age. It is natural to want to enjoy the company of women now."

She sauntered towards him. Robin noticed she was exaggerating her stride, one foot directly in front of the other, like she was on a Parisian catwalk. "And those urges come to the fore during a fight. The thrill of combat is not dissimilar to the rush of passion. And some of those you fight are beautiful women. It is easy to get... confused."

"I'm not confused," Robin countered.

"I disagree," Wonder Woman said. "I can see it in you right now. You want to lie with me."

Robin looked down, ashamed.

"It is natural," Wonder Woman said again. "I come from a place of great beauty. Its land and its people. A paradise, touched by the gods. But the vixens you fight are nothing compared to me."

Robin looked up again. It's true. She was so painfully beautiful to look at. Wonder Woman knelt down and with a single hand, grabbed the shoulder strap of his armour and lifted him slowly into the air. Robin's feet dangled inches off the floor as he looked down at Wonder Woman's arm. The muscles weren't even straining.

She's not human. Not even Bruce is that strong.

The realisation hit him like a blast of cold water.

But she's so perfect...

Wonder Woman lowered Robin to the ground. "You must be your own master. Do you understand?"

"How do I do that?" Robin asked.

Wonder Woman cocked her eyebrow. "How do you think?"

Robin thought for a moment. Then he smiled a devilish grin. He stepped forward onto Wonder Woman's foot and pushed her lightly, knocking her off balance. Wonder Woman's eyes went wide and she fell back in an undignified heap. Robin swooped in as she fell.

"Better," Wonder Woman nodded grudgingly. "Now-"

Wonder Woman didn't finish as Robin leant forward and kissed her. The warrior woman stiffened for a moment, then slid her fingers through Robin's hair. Robin broke the kiss.