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Tim's foot slipped as he landed on the gravel rooftop, almost losing his balance entirely. He barely managed to catch himself in time, letting out an undignified yelp as his arms windmilled wildly.
In his ear, Babs chuckled. "Nice move, Robin."
Tim's ears burned with embarrassment, and he couldn't help the way he instinctively looked around for cameras - though, of course, Babs could be watching from anywhere. That was her whole modus operandi - she wouldn't be terribly effective as the eyes and ears of half the caped community if she couldn't get half a dozen different angles on the action at any given moment.
"Yeah, well, you're not exactly going easy on me." Tim breathed. His voice wavered slightly, and he had to fight another whimper as the vibrator inside his ass ratcheted up in intensity once more, pulsing almost painfully before settling back into the setting it had been before.
Not that it was particularly gentle. When Tim had agreed to shove the remote-controlled vibe inside him while he patrolled the streets of Gotham, he had no idea that Barbara would be this merciless with it, never giving him a full reprieve. He had been aching for hours now, cock throbbing with a desperate need to finally get off.
If Tim were being entirely honest with himself, he probably would have agreed anyway. Whatever had been happening between him and Babs had never been particularly gentle - she enjoyed teasing him, breaking down his barriers, pushing him out of his comfort zone. It was clear that their arrangement was purely for her own amusement and pleasure.
Tim ate it up anyway. He admired and envied her in equal measures - she was beautiful, whip-smart, hilarious, and the backbone of the hero community. And, well… she was dating Dick, the man he had been nursing a crush for since he was old enough to understand what a crush was.
He would give anything to date them both. But that wasn't exactly on the table - he had no idea if Dick even knew that Babs was his… mentor-with-benefits, so to speak. So he was content with what he had.
Even if that meant that he endured quite a bit of torment.
Tim let out a whine as the vibe picked up speed again, though this time he managed to not stumble as he continued to leap across rooftops. "You're getting lost in your own head." Babs tutted, and even though he knew she was mostly teasing, Tim still felt a flash of shame roll through him. "I have something for you, if you think you can handle it."
Tim's jaw tensed. "I'm fine." His cock twitched in his leggings, and he wished desperately that he could find somewhere to relieve himself, get off once or twice, just to take the edge off.
But Babs hadn't told him he could. So he had to be good - for her.
"A silent alarm was tripped down in the Financial District." He could hear the clack of her keyboard, and she let out a thoughtful hum. "Looks like storage for old patent documents… nothing's been digitized, so I can't tell you what's at risk."
"Got it." Tim was quietly relieved that he might get a little real action - so far, patrol had been nothing but stopping a few muggings, leaving Tim thoroughly alone with the relentless tease of the vibe.
He began to double back to his motorcycle, night air stinging his cheeks as he flipped across the rooftops. She was talking to him, telling him about entry points, security systems, potential strategies, but it was all washing over him.
She was playing with the settings the vibrator, turning up the intensity for short bursts of time before letting him cool off for a few seconds. His entire body pulsed with need, cock dripping obscenely in his underwear. The vibe itself wasn't small either - with every bound of his run, he could feel the toy press against his insides, rubbing insistently at his prostate.
The teasing didn't stop once he flipped onto his bike, landing in the seat with enough force that he could feel the vibe push deeper inside him. Tim took a deep breath, shivering as his bike roared to life. The powerful motor buzzed against the base of the toy, sending even more sparks of pleasure through him.
Tim raced through the mostly-empty streets, the lights of Gotham blurring against his visor. It felt like an eternity before he reached the address, though he knew it had only been a few minutes.
He pulled into a side alley, glancing around for somewhere he could park - and that's when he spotted it.
"O." He said, voice oddly calm despite the emotions rolling in his stomach. "There's already somewhere here."
"Oh?" Babs sounded perfectly innocent, as though she had no idea what Tim was talking about. "Did I forget to mention Nightwing got here a minute ago?"
Tim's jaw worked minutely. "You might have."
This time, he couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips as the vibe buzzed intensely, thighs trembling as his prostate was assaulted. His knees shook slightly, and he had to fight to keep his bike upright.
"Well, you should go help him out." Babs laughed. "Who knows how he's doing in there?"
She knew, obviously. No matter the security situation in the building, she would be in contact with Dick, would know if he actually needed backup or not.
He wondered how much of this was intentional, if Oracle had set this entire thing up just to torment him, or she had just pounced on the opportunity when she saw where Dick was headed tonight. Tim honestly wasn't sure.
He swung his leg off his bike, shivering at the grind of the toy. Looking up, he could see where a window had been left open, crack just large enough for someone to slip through.
He grappled up, sliding into the darkened interior in one fluid motion. It was quiet inside, rows of identical filing cabinets cutting through the large room. The room smelled oddly musty, as though it hadn't been inhabited for years.
Tim frowned - something wasn't quite right here. But before he could muse any more on the subject, he was startled out of his thoughts by a voice, only a few inches behind him.
"Robin." Tim spun around, heart hammering. It was only Dick, of course - he was smiling widely, looking genuinely pleased to see him.
Tim felt an immediate wave of guilt. God, Dick had no idea - no idea that the only reason he was here was because Dick's girlfriend seemed determined to sexually torture him in the worst way possible.
"I'm surprised to see you here." Dick said conversationally, placing a hand on his hip. "Must be one hell of a slow night for you too."
Tim's throat felt dry. The toy's vibrations were low but powerful, impossible to ignore as he stared at Dick's face. He wished so desperately that Dick was inside him instead, filling him up in the way he had daydreamed about a thousand times.
"You gonna talk at all, Robin?" Babs teased in his ear. Her voice was low, husky tones sending another shiver through him. "Or are you gonna give it away right off the bat?"
"Oracle thought you might need backup." Tim blurted. Dick's expression morphed into one of surprise, eyebrow raising slightly. "I mean - not really, but, y'know. It's something to do."
Dick laughed, stretching his shoulders out. "Maybe she just figured I could use the company."
Tim shivered, vibrations speeding up. His dick throbbed almost painfully, and he had to fight the urge to rub his thighs together for even the barest hint of stimulation.
"Something like that." Tim agreed, voice a little too breathless to be normal.
Dick walked him through the stacks of files, explaining that he wasn't sure exactly what, if anything, had been stolen. He was currently doing the extremely tedious work of scanning the cabinets with blacklights, looking for any possible leads.
It was the kind of thing that Tim would have dreaded normally, but right now, it felt like a death sentence. There would be absolutely nothing to distract him from the insistent buzzing that rocked through his insides, the way he felt open and needy for any kind of stimulation.
But he squat down next to Dick anyway, slowly going over the cabinets with his own blacklight. Dick was chattering away about something, but Tim could hardly hear him - the position he was in, he could really feel every inch of the vibe inside of him. It felt impossibly thick, filling him up in a way that was both overwhelming and not enough. He squirmed uncomfortably, struggling to control his breath as he flicked the purple light over the cabinets.
"You know, you look like such a slut." Barbara said in his ear, her tone almost conversational. "Every time Dick looks over at you, I can see through his lenses - your face is so flushed. I wonder what he's thinking right now?"
Tim bit back a reply, shivering as the toy inside him began to pulse erratically.
"Maybe he just thinks you're sick or something," Babs continued. She was silent for a few moments, keyboard tapping as she worked on something - but when she spoke again, she sounded like she was on the verge of laughter. "I wonder how he would react if I told him?"
"No," Tim muttered, a little too loudly.
"What was that?" Dick called out. He glanced behind his shoulder. The lenses of his mask seemed impossibly white in the darkness, and Tim had to bite back a groan knowing that Barbara could see him too - that they were both looking at him through Dick's eyes.
"Nothing, sorry." Tim replied. He had to fight not to moan, though he couldn't help the way that he squirmed, his body feeling almost out of his control. In a literal way, he was out of control - he was utterly beholden to Barbara's whims, forced to take whatever she wanted to give him.
"He would be so disappointed, don't you think?" Babs asked. "Knowing that his little Robin was going out of patrol stuffed full of cock. I bet he'd think you're the kind of guy who would bend over for just about anyone who would ask, let strangers tear your tights off just so you could be filled."
Tim didn't dare reply verbally this time, but he shakes his head minutely. He had no idea if Babs could see him, but it didn't matter - she just kept talking anyway.
"I know what you want him to do. You want him to notice, figure out your little secret. You want him to pin you down and fuck you until you cry."
Tim couldn't help the quiet whine that left his lips, the way his hips bucked forward minutely. He prayed that Dick couldn't hear him - he honestly had no idea how loud he was actually being, too lost in his own head.
"But do you honestly think you deserve it?" Babs clicked her tongue in a way that distinctly reminded Tim of the way that one would scold a misbehaving dog. "I mean, he gave you a super easy task, and you're not even doing it. What kind of a Robin are you, anyway?"
He hated that her words made his stomach clench tightly, hated the way that shame made his cheeks flush. He did want to be good for Dick, as embarrassing as that sounded - he wanted to be useful, to be a good Robin. A good soldier.
As the thought ran through his mind, the vibrations increased in intensity, beyond anything that Barbara had done to him that night. Tim's knees hit the floor, breath coming in silent pants as he fought to keep upright. It was so much - pleasure wracked his body, making him want to keel over.
But he couldn't. He had to be good, had to be good for Dick, for Barbara - their good Robin.
He felt a brush against his lower back, and he jumped, eyes widening at the touch. Turning his head, he saw Dick behind him, his mouth downturned with obvious worry. "You alright, Timmy?"
Tim shivered at the cutesy nickname - as much as he was loathe to admit it, he always melted when Dick called him that.
"Yes," he managed to gasp, barely biting back a whimper.
"You don't seem alright." Dick argued. Tim almost wanted to cry - Dick clearly thought something was wrong, that Tim needed help. Instead, he was betraying Dick's trust.
"No, I - please." Tim wanted to say more, but it the words felt caught in his throat. He needed to get Dick away from him, needed to make sure he didn't push this any further. But he just couldn't manage it.
Dick took his hand away, and for a blissful moment, Tim thought he was going to leave him alone, that Tim could just fall apart in peace. Instead, he was hauled into Dick's lap.
Tim's whole body stiffened, muscles locking up as he feels the press of Dick's body against his. He's warm, even through the multiple layers of their suits. Worse is the way Dick's leg pressed against the toy still lodged inside - Tim had to bite back a moan as it was thrust deeper, grinding into his guts obscenely.
Dick had to feel it, right? It was still vibrating away, making his legs tremble. But Dick didn't react at all, settling his arm around Tim's shoulders as he twisted the smaller man around to face him.
His face was the perfect picture of concern, brows furrowed and mouth downturned. Dick grabbed the tip of his glove with his teeth, pulling it off in one smooth motion. Embarrassingly, the visual was enough to make Tim let out a quiet whine, eyes drawn to the flex of Dick's bare hand.
Dick pressed the back of his palm against Tim's forehead, humming. "You feel warm. Are you coming down with something?"
"No." Tim shook his head, trying to scramble out of Dick's lap. He didn't make it far, the arm still wrapped around his shoulders keeping him in place.
"Got sprayed with something?" Dick probed insistently, leaning into Tim's personal space. His breath was warm against Tim's face, making his skin prickle with sensation. "If something happened, you should tell me."
"He's so worried." Babs sighed in Tim's ear, and he nearly jumped. He had nearly forgotten that she was watching this whole ordeal, that she was the one in control of everything. "C'mon, Robin, he's got a job to do - you're distracting him. Can't you make something up?"
"I, uh." Tim stammered, shuddering as another wave of vibrations wracked his body. His mind reeled, scrambling to find some kind of excuse that was even slightly believable. He was coming up blank.
Dick placed his other hand on Tim's chest. "Your heart is beating so fast." He murmured. Even though the touch was completely innocent, Tim still shivered. "Should I call someone?"
"Please don't." Tim practically begged. The last thing he needed right now was Batman anywhere near this whole mess - or, god forbid Dick called Oracle. She would no doubt be able to come up with some kind of excuse, but would she even want to? Or would she explain exactly what she had been doing to Tim all night?
Dick cocked his head thoughtfully, a lock of long black hair falling in front of his face. "You'd prefer if it was just the three of us, huh?"
Tim froze, eyes darting around. "Three?"
"Yeah. You, me, and O." Dick smiled with a few too many teeth. "She's the one who sent you here, right?"
Something was off - pieces were starting to come together, things that should have been obvious. Tim stared at Dick, heart hammering hard enough that he could hear it in his ears.
"How long?" Tim gasped.
"How long what?"
"How long have you known?"
"Hmm…" Dick tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I'm still not sure what you mean. 'Cause if you're asking how long I've known that you have a toy inside you, I guess you could say since yesterday, when Babs was talking about what she wanted to do with you tonight."
Dick's hand skirted lower, pressing against Tim's stomach. He pressed down, as though feeling where Tim was stuffed full. He might actually be able to, the toy vibrating hard enough that it felt like Tim's whole stomach was shaking with it.
"But if you're asking about how long I've known you and Babs are fucking around, it's been, oh… I don't know…" Dick cocked his head in mock-thoughtfulness. "Since she sent me those pictures of your face all shiny with her cum after you ate her out for a couple of hours."
"Oh god." Tim pressed his hands to his face, cheeks burning as Babs laughed in his ears. That had been at least a month ago.
"Honestly, Tim, I'm kind of offended you didn't even ask me before fucking my girlfriend." Dick laughed, hand slipping lower again. He ground his palm against Tim's dick, the sudden direct contact making Tim yelp, tossing his head back desperately.
"I'm so-rry," Tim gasped, writhing as Dick continued to touch him. He wasn't even jerking him off through his suit, moreso just pushing down cruelly. "I didn't - I wasn't trying to-"
"Oh, hush." Dick cut him off. "Babs told me all about how much you like being a little homewrecker. You cheat on all your girlfriends too? Or is there something special about the two of us?"
Tim can't help it - despite his embarrassment, he let out a laugh. "You - you have no idea."
Babs clicked her tongue thoughtfully. "It's almost kind of sweet."
Dick hummed in agreement, and Tim realizes that he must be listening to her too - of course he was. She had probably been in his ear all night, explaining exactly what she had been doing to Tim.
Tim bucked his hips up, whining as the vibrator pulses inside of him, almost matching the tempo of Dick's movements. "Oh god, Dick, Babs - please, please I-"
"You wanna cum, baby?" Dick leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was strangely chaste, the gesture making Tim's stomach swoop. He wrapped his arms around Dick, shivering in his lap.
"Yes, yes, please." Tim begged, desperate enough that he says it without hesitation.
"What do you think, Babs?" Dick asks. "Do you think he's been a good boy?"
"I don't know about that." Babs laughed. "But he is awfully cute."
"Please, please," Tim babbled. "Please, I'll do anything, I just - I need it, I need it."
Dick kisses him again, this time pushing his tongue into his mouth. It's slow and deep, Tim's eyes rolling into the back of his head as he's toyed with. It's so much better than he had ever dreamed of.
When Dick pulled away, his lips are shiny. "Go on, pretty bird." He murmurs. "Come for us."
Tim whimpered, back arching as he came, spilling messily in his tights. The vibrations didn't slow down, drawing his orgasm out impossibly long - by the time it stopped, Tim felt like he was floating, overstimulation making him loose.
Dick pulled him into his arms, standing easily despite the weight. Tim curled up slightly, pressing his forehead against Dick's chest. The blue stripe of the Nightwing logo seemed impossibly bright in the darkness.
"Was there even a silent alarm that got tripped?" Tim mumbled as Dick began to walk, movement jostling the now-still toy.
"Oh, god no." Barbara laughed. "This is one of Dick's little bolt-holes, brought to you by yours truly."
"You guys are such jerks."
Dick chuckled, kissing Tim's forehead. Despite everything, the gesture still made Tim's heart skip a beat.
"You say that now." Dick smiled. "And you haven't even seen what we have waiting for you downstairs."
Tim's eyes widened. "Downstairs?"
"Mmhm. It's only, what, 1AM? Patrol isn't over by a long shot."