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Batstud sank down into the chair in front of the Batcomputer. Three days after Hayley Dent, AKA Two-Face, had escaped from Arkham, he had managed to track her down. He'd thwarted he latest scheme, jizzed on her face, and handed her to the cops. He should
feel triumphant, but all he felt was empty; dealing with the monster his former friend/lover/ally had become always depressed him.
His butler, Winnifred Pennyworth, tall and dignified in her impeccable uniform that emphasized her lithe beauty, came up behind him.
"Perhaps Master Bruce would like a massage?" she said.
He nodded, and she began to give him one of her highly skillful shoulder-rubs. Winnifred wasn't the only one to notice how tense he was though. His son Damian, the latest to bear the title of Robin the Fucktoy Wonder, could see it as well.
"Father," the boy said. "May I suck you off?"
Another nod. Damian knelt between Bruce's legs and took his bare cock into his mouth. Between Winnifred and Damian, Bruce felt his tension melting away. He was pleased to note that Damian's oral skills had improved; obviously Dick had taught him well while
Bruce was...away. He wasn't as good as Janice Todd, but then, the cross-dressing second Robin had been one of the great cock-suckers...and still was, in her new identity as the Red Hood.
Speaking of former Robins..."Kim, you can come out now," he said, without opening his eyes. Kimberly Drake, one-time Robin, current Red Robin stepped out of the shadows. Bruce opened his eyes and ogled her, admiring the way her costume displayed her nubile
body.
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