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ship: Bruce Wayne/all the Robins
words: 2.3k
content: m!steph, gangbang, dubcon
Normally, Bruce didn't think of Robin, any Robin, as stronger than him. Maybe Jason nowadays, but not back then. But with a small army of Robins past and present pinning him down, it was starting to sink in there wasn't much he could do to resist.
"Why? Well, it occurred to us that Spoiler and Signal never get the Robin recognition they deserve," Nightwing was saying, waving one of his escrima sticks around as he talked, like they were having a casual discussion about the weather. "And with Spoiler's new… condition, thought we'd do a little bonding exercise."
Nightwing said something else, but Bruce couldn't grasp what it was because at that moment Spoiler had pushed in past his rim, her breath damp and hot in his ear.
"Bruce, you can't even imagine how much you belong in this position," she moaned to loud assent and cheering from the other Robins.
Ten minutes ago, Bruce had still been at a gala, thanking Gotham's brave vigilantes for saving his life and the lives of all those attending, expressing eternal gratitude on behalf of everyone present, and as an aside for the benefit of the cameras, joking about whether their little party really merited so many heroes. Then he was whisked away, with great flourish and assurances about needing to get him checked for injuries.
Bruce had thought they needed to discuss something important, perhaps requiring the immediate presence of Batman elsewhere, or possibly related to Spoiler's sudden anatomy reconfiguration and a way to reverse it.
Instead they were up on this balcony of a foreclosed penthouse with a good view of one of Ivy's rooftop gardens, and his pants were around his ankles, Red Robin was using his smoking jacket as a fashion accessory, and Spoiler was panting with her nose buried in his hair, asking the others if anal always felt so tight.
Before anyone could answer, she convulsed, groaning, and bit him painfully through his shirt, the motion of her hips faltering to an insistent press up into his sore asshole.
"Fuck," she cursed, pushing herself up to look around at the others. "Fuck."
Everyone except Robin laughed, and Nightwing said, "To answer your question, yeah, pretty much."
"I swear," said Spoiler, pointing at them accusingly, "if any of you so much as think of reversing the effects of that potion, I will beat you into bloody pulp." Pulling out, she added, "I'm going to fuck so many idiot middle aged men, you wouldn't even believe."
She zipped back up and patted Signal on the shoulder, taking his place restraining Bruce's left arm. "Your turn, Robin."
"Thanks, Robin!" he said, moving behind Bruce with a pep in his step.
"I would like to once again remind you all that I didn't consent to this," Bruce ground out as he tested Spoiler's hold on him. No give. "And you all better stop while you're ahead."
"Yeah, yeah," said Red Hood, and put more pressure on his right shoulder, so that Bruce's arm started to go tingly. "We heard you the first three times."
"I gotta say, I'm pretty excited," said Signal from behind Bruce, hands on his hips and running his cock up and down the length of Bruce's crack. "I've never had sloppy seconds before."
"Imagine how excited I am for," said Nightwing, hopping off the balcony railing and doing a quick headcount as he approached, "uh, sloppy sixths. Don't get that opportunity every day."
Signal pushed in and groaned in satisfaction as Spoiler whooped softly, eyes riveted to Bruce's backside.
"Who says you get to go last?"
Nightwing sighed. "Hood, if you want to go last, power to you. I've never had sloppy fifths before either."
Groaning again, Signal fucked Bruce leisurely, smoothly. "Are we taking our time with this or trying to wrap it up quickly?"
"Up to you," said Red Robin from somewhere behind where he and Robin were holding Bruce's shins tightly. "Robin's never fucked anyone before either, so he's probably gonna go as fast as Spoiler. The rest of us don't really have anyone to show off for."
"Just don't keep us here all night," added Robin very quietly. How had the others even put him up to this? Of everyone, he seemed the least enthusiastic, and while he was irritated and indignant with the others, Bruce was worried about his youngest. He was just sixteen, for crying out loud. They didn't really expect him to go through with something like this, did they?
"I got you, Robin," said Signal and picked up the pace, gabbing handfuls of Bruce's glutes and gripping tightly. Bruce groaned in discomfort, for which Duke only picked up the pace. "Gotta say," he added, huffing, "still pretty tight. Thought he would be looser after the first round."
There was a little snickering from those watching, but they stayed hushed, and looking around as much as he could, Bruce could see they were all watching intently. Using the opportunity, he heaved himself up off the patio rug.
Or, he tried to.
Red Hood immediately leaned so much into his shoulder, Bruce almost dislocated his arm with the effort, and the others weren't half as distracted as they seemed. With one last groan, Signal seemed to come, slowing back down to deep, leisurely thrusts.
"Oof," he said, pulling out of Bruce with an affectionate pat to his ass, "I hope it doesn't say something about me that I came right as he tried to escape."
"I think it's a little too late for that," said Spoiler, reaching over to high five him.
"Okay, your turn, Baby Robin," said Signal, standing and moving to take Robin's post.
Bruce's stomach clenched as he felt Robin rise and move to stand behind him. He was just about to say something, anything to reassure his son and give him and out when Nightwing spoke up first.
"You know you don't have to if you don't want to, Robin."
"Who says I don't want to?"
"C'mon, kid, you've been quiet all evening," said Red Hood.
"Hey, leave him alone," spoke up Spoiler and shoved Red Hood's shoulder with enough force to shift the large man off balance, which got everyone's attention. "He's just nervous."
Red Hood quickly repositioned himself before Bruce could take advantage. "That's what Nightwing's saying, he doesn't have to do this."
"Shut up, Hood," said Robin, sounding even more grumpy. "Just… don't look."
Everyone that Bruce could see immediately averted their gaze. After another pause, there came the sound of shifting fabric and a fly unzipping.
"Robin," said Bruce, "I really don't want you doing something you'll regret for the rest of your life."
"Shhhh," hissed Spoiler, still looking out at the city.
Robin didn't reply, but the tip of his cock pressed to Bruce's slick hole, immediately thrusting past it. Bruce could feel Robin pull back and line himself up with his fist. He pushed again, sliding in, and halting before making it all the way in, gasping slightly.
After a few moments, he pushed forward again until his uniform pressed firmly to Bruce's backside. He held still, panting, then choking out a small high-pitched moan. Clearing his throat, he tried to grunt more lowly, and started moving his hips, erratically and quickly, making a lot of noise as the come leaking out of Bruce squelched between their bodies and dripped down to their balls. Everyone remained silent, not shifting a single muscle as the ball-slapping died off as suddenly as it started and Robin collapsed across Bruce's back with a high cry, panting through his teeth. When Robin's breath finally started to even out, which took longer than his thrusting had lasted, Spoiler cautiously lifted one hand and reached back without looking.
Robin high-fived her tiredly and pulled out, fumbling with his costume.
"I'm done," Robin mumbled quietly, still rooted to the spot.
Red Hood immediately turned around and clapped him on the shoulder, and Bruce heard Robin stumble under the pressure. Everyone whooped and offered their congratulations.
"Yeah, whatever," said Robin, sounding pleased. "Who's next?"
He shuffled off to switch places with Red Robin, and Bruce, still shell-shocked from the experience, heard Signal clapping him on the shoulder, offering one last heartfelt and quiet commendation.
"Now that's one messy hole," commented Tim, unzipping. "Bet it's starting to get pretty loose too."
"I honestly think it should stay loose," said Spoiler, shifting her weight. "We should make this a regular thing. How's 7 o'clock sound? Quick warm-up before patrol."
Red Hood snickered. "Our costumes will get so skanky."
"Skunky, even," added Nightwing.
"All musk, all the time," agreed Signal.
Spoiler shrugged. "All to help us intimidate or foes better. Hey, so how's sloppy fourths treating you?"
Red Robin had pushed in and was fucking Bruce leisurely, hands on the small of his back and leaning all his weight into them. "Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway."
Robin burst out laughing harder than anyone, though the joke went down great with the whole group to Bruce's neverending chagrin. You think you're doing a great job raising your kids and then they go and turn out like this. Red Robin waited until everyone had finished chuckling before continuing. "No, it's great. Nice and smooth. Tight and hot. I'm with Spoiler on this one; we could totally make this a regular thing."
Grunting softly, Red Robin shifted gears and shifted his weight down harder on Bruce's back, picking up the pace. The sound of his balls slapping echoed between the Robins as they all watched hungrily, Nightwing palming himself loosely through his costume.
Red Robin didn't take long, burying himself in deep and staying there as he breathed deeply with great satisfaction. Finally groaning, he pulled out. "Yeah, it seems weird to really try to drag things out when everyone's standing around waiting."
"Right? I kinda thought I'd take my time," said Signal, "but like. People got places to be."
"My turn!" said Nightwing and playfully bumped Red Robin out of the way, who shoved him back in turn and a small scuffle broke out behind Bruce, with the others yelling encouragement. Finally, Red Robin broke off with a laugh and walked off, still trying to get his costume to zip up.
"Unbelievable," said Nightwing, making short work of pushing into Bruce. "No respect for your elders."
"You know, I vaguely remember there was once this other guy I was Robin for," Robin piped up. "Rick Mason? Nick Hayson? Maybe we could all fuck him next."
"Oh, yeah!" said Signal. "I know that guy! Great ass."
Nightwing jerked harder up into Bruce as someone, likely Signal, slapped him on the ass.
"I hear we wouldn't even have to go very far," added Spoiler. "We could do it tonight!"
"Hilarious, guys," said Nightwing, "I don't think he's had his monthly crack-waxing, though. Come back next week."
The others broke out into whoops and catcalls.
"God, he's really sloppy now, huh?" Nightwing continued, and the others agreed in a variety of grunting and "Uh-huh." All around the patio echoed the rude and messy noises of churning come and wet farts, filling in the space between Nightwing's neat rhythmic thrusting. "Hood, you wanna see if he's loose enough to take two?"
"Hell yeah. Red Robin, hold my purse."
And to much cheering all around, as Red Robin relieved Red Hood's vigil over Bruce's right shoulder, the Hood stood and moved to join Nightwing.
"I don't think this is a good idea," said Bruce, his guts working themselves into knots.
"You're wrong, it's the best idea of the night," said Spoiler, pressing him down into the ground more tightly as Nightwing paused his motions and leaned forward, his dick pulling up uncomfortably inside Bruce. With a bit of cursing and shoving each other, he and Red Hood rearranged their limbs and had Robin and Signal help them lift Bruce's hips off the ground for better access.
When Red Hood finally pushed in alongside his brother, Bruce thought he'd lose his vision from the sudden overload on his senses. He choked, trying to lurch away from the massive intrusion, but was held soundly back by the other Robins, who all hollered in victory.
Nightwing and the Hood's motions were awkward, hardly rhythmic, but they made up for it with sheer force, ramming into him hard and fast and leaving him breathless and sore.
Gasping and clutching at Bruce's sides with soft murmurs of coordination, "Are you?" "Yeah, I'm." "Me too." "Say when." "Yeah, wait." "Okay." "Okay," they came together, shuddering so hard, Bruce felt like they would shake them apart.
Around them, all the other Robins let go of their prey and broke into applause.
As Bruce tried to recollect his mind from wherever it had run off at the shock, the others slowly got to their feet, clapping each other on the back, helping Nightwing and Red Hood stand.
""You guys know he got hard, right?" asked Signal.
"Oh, is he hard?" Spoiler asked, laughing and bending over for a look under Bruce's hips. "That's hilarious. Great job, everyone!"
"Here," said Red Hood, and Bruce saw a few fivers float down in front of his face. "In case you're too sore to walk home and need a cab."
Red Robin added another twenty to the cash. "And maybe buy yourself something nice. I think you've earned it."
Then, laughing and making plans for the rest of the night, they were off, leaving behind only the soft hiss of six grapple lines shooting off in unison.
