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Tim’s calls for help over their private channel are finally answered.
“Whoa! Red Robin, is that you?” He almost cries in relief. Help at last. He stops wiggling and lets his boots touch the ground as he relaxes.
“Nightwing, thank Gotham you’re here. I’m stuck and need help getting out.”
Dick comes to a soft landing in the almost deserted alleyway. Tim can’t see him from this side of the wall, but he can hear the whine of his grappling hook rewinding and his light footsteps as he dances around to examine the predicament Tim has found himself in.
They’re in an old alleyway with no direct street access. It had been a maze to get this far. Old factories surround them in tall red brick buildings, dirty with soot. This particular wall, the one Tim finds himself in, was more of a fence separating two old delivery zones. Decades old peeling paint and bird droppings are the only signs of life decorating the alleyway before Tim had tried to squirm his way in.
Now he’s part of the scenery, half his body on either side of this wall. For the better part of three hours, he’s been trying to wiggle his way out. Punches and kicks did nothing to knock decades old concrete and brick down. His armored uniform top had ridden up, caught between his body and the sturdy brick wall, leaving his lower back exposed to the elements. He had to loosen his collar to ease his building panic.
If Nightwing hadn’t answered his emergency call, Tim’s next plan was to throw an explosive and hope to high heaven that it didn't bring a crumbling building down on top of him.
Actually, he’s surprised that Dick showed up at all. Tim hasn’t seen any of his brothers in weeks, their caseloads and personal lives keeping them all busy. Twist his arm, and he might admit to maybe avoiding the Batcave, but only because he feels so awkward around them. He’s forgiven them for their attempts on his life and for abandoning him when he needed Dick the most, but sometimes it feels like they haven’t forgiven him. For what, he's not sure. Well, he can think of plenty of things, but that's personal.
If he wasn’t filled with horrified embarrassment at the idea of Kon finding him like this, he would have called Superboy, or any of his other super friends, hours ago.
“Whoa—I mean, I said that, but really, wow. How did you get stuck in a brick wall, RR?”
“It’s old Gotham infrastructure. The goon I was chasing slipped through and got away.”
“And you thought you would fit too. You’re not a kid anymore, Red.”
“I know,” Tim says dejectedly. Another reminder of his failures. That his place as Robin in their family of vigilantes is long over. He’s too grown, too big to fill the pixie boots. He had hoped by calling Dick he could be spared, but it appears their relationship really had degraded after these last few years. “Can you just help me out of here and then forget this ever happened.”
Dick places his hands around Tim’s waist where his belt sits, careful to avoid the traps, and pulls on his body. But it’s half-hearted. It’s the same on the second attempt. And the third. Is he even trying?
“You know, Tim, you have a pretty nice butt.” His brother’s hands flex against his waist. He slides them down to his hips, then to cup his ass.
“What?” Tim asks, confused. How is this helping? “Nightwing, what are you doing?”
“For a skinny white kid from Bristol, you have a pretty decent bubble butt. It’s your armor and wide hips keeping you stuck, but damn. Why you thought this thing would fit through that tiny hole, I don’t know.”
Dick’s gloved fingers dig into his ass through the enforced leather of his suit. Poking at first, but then it becomes rhythmic as he massages into the armored flesh.
“Dick!” Tim attempts to kick out with his feet, but Nightwing dodges.
“No names in the field,” he singsongs.
“Doesn’t count when you’re being a dick. Let go.”
“I thought you wanted my help, Baby Bird,” Dick pouts. “You’re the one who begged so prettily over our private channel. Know you won’t comm anyone else. You don’t trust them enough to see you like this.” He sounds ticked off.
His older brother tries to pull his butt cheeks apart, but the fabric is too unwilling. Nightwing’s hands return to Tim’s belt, but instead of helping Tim by pulling him out of the hole to freedom, he’s assisting by bypassing his traps and yanking his armored leggings off. He slid the pants down to Tim’s knees, trapping his legs.
“No underwear, Timmy?” Dick asks. “And you wax too. I didn’t know you were the kind of slut asking for it.”
Shock fills him; he doesn’t know what to say. Dick had never used that kind of language with him before.
Nightwing grips the butt cheeks again, successfully pulling them apart for a good look at his asshole and his lower lips.
“Dick, please stop. I just want out of the hole.”
“I’ll get you out, Timmy. I promise. But you have such a nice ass, and I want a taste first.
A shiver races up Tim’s spine as a wet muscle travels up the length of his crack. That was Dick’s tongue. The flat length repeats its ministrations, licking over his asshole. His brother circles his rim, the tip of his tongue dipping inside of him. Nightwing’s gloved fingers dig into his cheeks, pulling them apart so he can fit his face between them and breathe in the smell of Tim’s taint.
Tim tries to get away, but his ankles are caught up in his boots and leggings. Dick kicks his legs out too, off balancing him. He places his hands on the wall on either side of him and tries to push out. But like all his other previous attempts, he fails to inch forward.
“What the fuck, Dick? Stop.” He refuses to beg, but it’s a close thing. “I’m not consenting. Can you hear me? I don’t consent to this.”
Dick doesn’t respond; instead, he curls his tongue to fit more of it inside of Tim’s ass.
It’s too much and not enough.
Dick lets go of Tim’s ass cheeks so his face is enclosed by warm, plush skin. He blows a raspberry into the fat that cushions delicate bones and internal organs. He alternates bites and kisses around his holes as Tim’s breath hitches.
“Oh, Timmy, I love your fat ass. Always have. It’s such a shame you chose leggings over the classic panties. You would have filled them out so well.” He blows over the chubby cunt hidden between tight, thick thighs. “Are you crying, Baby Bird?”
Tim swallows back another sob, scrubbing tears from his eyes.
“No,” he lies, his voice wet and wobbly.
“Aw, it’s okay, Timbo. I like hearing you cry. Go ahead and make as much noise as you want.”
Tim isn’t expecting it when Dick pulls back and spanks him. His right palm slaps his ass hard enough that it stings. He lets out a half-shout in surprise. A second spank, this time on the left, earns him a high-pitched whine.
“You’re almost there, Tim,” Dick mocks. “We’ll have you moaning and panting in no time.”
Dick, full of surprises, slips a finger past Tim’s lower lips and up his front hole. Tim chokes on spit as the gloved finger enters him in its totality.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Is Kon not putting out? Are your old fuck buddies in Young Justice leaving you high and dry?” Dick fingers him in slow, long thrusts. “Well, certainly not dry. You’re soaked, baby. So wet for me that my glove is drenched in your fluids.”
Tim bites his lip until it bleeds, holding back any encouraging noises as Dick violates him.
He squeezes a second finger in; the blue strips of his Nightwing gloves drag against the rim and his inner walls. Dick thrusts and twists his fingers as he pets Tim’s insides. Tim isn’t able to prevent the gut punch moan that comes out of him when Dick traces over his puffy G-spot tucked behind his clit. Part of him wishes he could look back and see it for himself as Nightwing's blue tipped fingers dip inside.
“There you go, Tim. Finally letting go.” Dick passes over that spot twice more before pulling out completely. Tim is on the edge of an orgasm, to his shame. Who gets off on their own rape? He should be kicking the ass of his rapist, but it’s Dick. It’s his older brother, Nightwing, the OG Robin, taking advantage of him in his moment of weakness.
Tim hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“No,” he yells out, his voice cracks. “Please don’t, Dick. Not that, anything but that. Please!”
The zipper comes to a stop, but Tim is under no illusion that the Nightwing uniform isn’t completely undone.
“Don’t do what, Timmy?”
“You know what,” he shouts back. A wet, spongy surface is dragged down his ass. It teases his asshole for a second but continues onward.
“Describe it for me.”
“Fuck me,” he cries. “Don’t stick your cock in my holes.”
“Stick my cock in your holes,” Dick says in a teasing tone. “What a grand idea! I never would have thought of that.”
“Don’t play with me. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? If you stop now, I’ll forget all about—about—this. We can go home like nothing ever happened. I promise not to say anything.”
“You can call it what it is, Timmy. No need to stutter around the word. I’m raping you.”
Tim sobs as Dick’s cockhead brushes up against his clit. Why does it feel so nice? To have his clit stimulated while trapped and unwilling.
“It’s not my first choice or favorite thing to do. But sometimes it’s necessary.”
“Please, don’t,” Tim begs. His comm is still in his ear, but he doesn’t dare touch it. Fearing what Dick would do, but also in shame of their family catching them both like this. There’s no escape, is there? Dick has Tim right where he wants him.
“How about this?” Tim says, clearing his throat. “Just the tip. You said it yourself, I’m tight. And I’ve seen your cock in the locker room; it’s huge. More than the tip would be uncomfortable for both of us.”
Dick doesn’t say anything.
“And no condom,” Tim adds in a nervous rush. “You can cum on me, and I won’t complain. I’ll take Plan B in the morning just in case. I’ll disappear. You won’t have to see me again or worry about me saying anything.”
“You flatter me, Tim. And peeking in the showers? I didn’t know you were so naughty,” Dick says. His hand guides his cock through Tim’s folds. “But I don’t want you disappearing, Timmy. That’s why I’m doing this. To bring you home. I’m correcting your bad behavior, teaching you a lesson so you stop running away from home. From our family.”
Dick’s cockhead presses in with a wet squeak. His older brother groans as Tim’s walls tighten around him. Tim doesn’t understand what’s happening, but at least it’s just the tip.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Dick moans.
He rocks back and forth, his cock dipping in and out of Tim’s hole. Tim doesn’t admit it, but the stretch actually feels kind of good. It’s been a long time since he’s hooked up with anyone, on either side of the mask. It’s also been a good long while since he took the time to hang out with anyone in general. But that doesn’t excuse Dick of raping him to get his attention.
But maybe a change is needed. If only so nothing like this happens again. How is he supposed to sit across from Dick at Alfred’s Sunday dinners after this?
“You know,” Dick starts, “I can’t believe you thought you could actually negotiate your way out of this. Only you, Tim.”
With that said, Dick thrusts forward, burying his cock inside of Tim.
Tim screams. It hurts, having that much cock slam into him all at once. He’s not a virgin, but it’s been a while since anyone has entered him. He wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a little trail of blood running down his thigh.
“Oh, fuck yes, that’s it. That’s how you take my cock, Timmy.” Dick sighs happily, head thrown back with his cock sheathed in Tim’s hole. “‘Just the tip.’ As if.”
“Please, Dick, please stop,” Tim cries out.
Dick rolls his hips shallowly. The stretch burns.
“Stop what? Stop not fucking you? If you insist.”
He almost pulls out completely, but the tip stays snug in Tim’s passage. And then he’s back with a quick punch that knocks the breath out of Tim. The pullout is slow, dragging against his rim so Tim can feel every inch of Dick’s cock.
“Your pussy is astonishing, Tim. Not many can take my whole cock on the first try.” Tim whimpers. “Ah, don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of your cunt. Gonna give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Dick’s pace picks up.
Tim cries because his brother is right. He can already feel the lead up in his gut, but that might just be Dick rearranging his insides with his giant cock.
The shaft fills him up, stretching him as far as he will go, as the length inside of him scrapes against his cervix.
“Please stop, you don’t have to do this,” he begs one last time. They’ve gone too far; there’s no turning back. Tim can’t do anything while trapped. Dick is raping him and will probably be raping him all night long. No one will question it if they don’t check in right away. And Dick can always comm in and tell everyone that Tim is with him.
“You don’t understand yet, Tim. I need to do this. To bring you back into the fold.” Dick moans, and his thrusting increases tenfold. His hips slam against Tim’s ass. Dick reaches a hand around to rub at Tim’s clit in time with his thrusts. Tim whimpers, his knees knocking together.
“Oh, fuck, are you going to cum, baby? Didn’t you know only sluts cum from getting raped? Are you a slut for your big brother, Tim? I know I’m close. I want us to cum at the same time, Baby Bird. What better brotherly bonding experience is there?”
Tim didn’t think it could get any harder or faster, but Dick proves him wrong. The orgasm isn’t a surprise; that’s just biology, regardless of what Dick says. But Tim is still taken aback by the feeling of his brain melting out of his ears as he orgasms around Dick’s cock. He’s moaning and shaking in place as his brother spills his seed into Tim’s womb.
He keeps going until Tim tries to twist away from the overstimulation.
“You took me so well, Tim.” Dick rubs a comforting hand across Tim’s lower back. The top half of his uniform is now entirely scrunched up under the brick wall. His back will be rubbed raw in the morning, but at least it won’t be scraped up. His cock softens inside of Tim. “But I don’t think you understand yet.”
“What?” Tim’s voice cracks. His lungs burn, like he just finished running a marathon.
“Are you going to keep hiding up there, Robin? Or are you going to join the party down here?”
Tim can barely make out the quiet, ninja-like approach of his youngest brother. Dick pulls out. His hand remains on Tim’s back possessively as his cum trickles out of Tim’s hole.
“I thought it best to observe from a distance to start with.” Damian comes to a stop opposite of Dick with Tim’s lower half between them. “Hello, Drake. Unsightly as ever.”
“Damian,” Tim croaks. “Please—”
“Save your breath, Drake. I’m well aware of Richard’s recent activities, and you’ll find no savior in me.”
“Ah, don’t be so mean, Dami.” Dick pats Tim’s ass like a used car salesman. “Take a look, a genuine pussy on our brother here. Tested it out myself. As close to perfection as a cunt can get.”
“Dick, don’t—”
“Hush, whore. Richard and I are speaking.” Damian slaps his ass, causing Tim to yelp. “I do expect only perfection for my first time.”
Damian lines himself up behind Tim and continues spanking him. Pleased humming as Tim yelps with every heavy strike. When his skin becomes red and raw, Damian spits on him and rubs the stinging fluid into his burning skin. Only then does he pull himself out, smearing his cockhead and pre-cum over his red handprints.
Tim hears the uncapping of a pen.
“I believe Timothy is in need of a reminder of whom he belongs to.”
A Sharpie pen presses against his lower back, lines dragged out in what he assumes are letters. Damian pulls back, and Dick laughs when he sees the youngest boy’s work.
“What are you doing?” Tim asks hesitantly, sure that he doesn’t want to know.
“A reminder, for you and us. You are our whore, Timothy. A slut meant only for our cocks.”
Damian slides his cock into Tim’s front hole with a sigh. He has an easier time of it than Dick, with his smaller cock that hasn’t reached adulthood and Tim’s loose hole, wet with cum and his own discharge. He takes his time building up to a steady pace, setting up for the long run. Dick’s hand continues rubbing Tim’s back, massaging the lower back muscles that are straining to keep him upright and against the intrusions of his front hole.
Where Dick was done in under ten minutes, start to finish, Damian is far from completion after fifteen. About every five minutes, Damian pulls out and grips his fist around the base of his cock. Mumbling about how good Tim’s pussy feels. His thrusts are borderline snail-paced; the only change-up is in the length of his thrusts. From an inch to bottoming out. Tim is already rearing up again, crying from the overstimulation of his abused hole and clit.
Which is his excuse for not noticing the heavy steps of a pair of steel-tipped boots coming to a stop in front of him. Tim looks up at the leather-cased body, right to a familiar red helmet.
“Got your text, Dickwing.” Jason unlocks and takes his helmet off to smirk down at Tim. Would it be too much to hope for one sibling to not want to rape him?
“About time, Little Wing. Timmy was getting lonely up there without you. Thought I was going to have to track you down again.”
“Nah, I’m here. Had some business to take care of first.”
Tim is tired, or at least that’s his second excuse for letting Jason get in close and hook Tim’s arm around his back. Jay zip-ties Tim’s wrists together so they rest loosely against the wall on his upper back.
“Timbo is looking fucked out already; what did you do?”
“Ate his ass out and made sweet love to his pussy. Dami is popping his cherry on Tim’s cunt now.”
“You invited the kid?” Jason says in disgruntlement. He tangles his fingers into Tim’s hair, brushing his bangs out of his face all soft like.
“As if you’re wanted here, Todd. Timothy deserves better than to look upon your ugly, scarred mug.”
“It’s less that I invited him and more that he followed me when I tried to ditch him to help out Timmy here.”
“Do I get a choice in any of this?” Tim asks wearily.
“No,” both Dick and Jason say at the same time.
“It’s your turn to face the music, Baby Bird,” Jason tells him. “Stop thinking so hard and let yourself be fucked; you’ll be doing all of us a massive favor.”
Jason digs a nail into the edge of Tim’s domino, peeling it away. Tim blinks away tears as his eyes can finally properly drain.
“Fuck.” Jason pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of Tim. He has to blink rapidly again to get the flash out of the back of his vision. “He’s flushed, Dick. Red all the way down to his collarbone. His eyes are rimmed with tears like eyeliner.”
“If you think that’s good, you should see his ass. I can still see my handprint from when I spanked him earlier.”
“Could you both shut up?” Damian orders. “How am I supposed to enjoy Timothy’s cunt when you two won’t stop chattering in my ear?”
Jason rolls his eyes and busies his hands with loosening his belt.
“Jason—”
“Save it, Red. Suck me off good, and I’ll dig you out of the hole you threw yourself in. Learn your lesson while you’re at it.”
Jason pulls himself out, pulling his armored pants down to sit below the curve of his ass. His balls are heavy and his cock thick, but shorter than Dick’s and even the feeling of Damian’s. Pre-cum sputters out thick, and Jason smears it down, wetting his shaft. His other hand grips Tim’s hair where it’s longer in the back and yanks his head back.
“Open up, Baby Bird. I’ve got your dinner.”
“Todd, I will break my vow of peace if you don’t shut up.”
“Yeesh, who pissed in your cereal?” Jason rubs his cockhead against Tim’s lips. “I don’t mind the scrape of teeth, but no biting if you know what’s good for you.”
Tim lets his jaw fall open before Jason can force it.
“Good girl,” Jason says with a vicious grin. Drenched in pre, he glides into Tim’s waiting mouth.
“Is Tim being good for you, Jay?” Dick asks.
“Yeah, opened up his mouth for me all on his own. Didn’t have to force his jaw open or nothing.”
“I’m so proud of you, Timmy! He’s learning a lot faster than you, Little Wing.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got there in the end.”
Jason holds Tim’s head in place as he thrusts. His pre-cum comes out non-stop, filling Tim’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it down or otherwise choke.
His brother’s hands tug at his hair, redirecting Tim’s head as he likes. His left hand caresses down his face to grip his jaw, his thumb tracing the edge of his blown out lips. He somehow squeezes the thumb in between his girthy cock and the corner of his lips, pulling Tim’s mouth wider to fit more of himself in. Jason pulls his thumb back with a crooked pop as Tim whines in pain. Jason lightly slaps Tim’s face to feel the vibrations reverberating into his cock.
Jason’s hand travels further south. Tim had already loosened the zippers and buttons of the top half of his Red Robin uniform in his efforts to escape the hole in the wall. With one hand, Jason removes his pauldrons and peels open his uniform to reveal his binder. His brother pulls a wicked looking blade out of a sheath on his thigh and cuts the binder open so Tim’s modest breasts pop out. Tim keens as Jason tugs on his sensitive nipples.
Dick is still petting his back and stomach, whispering sweet, degrading nothings, as Damian slowly fucks his front hole and Jason roughly takes his mouth while alternating tugging and slapping his small breasts so the soft tissue jiggles for his amusement.
Tim chokes on the excess pre-cum flooding his throat. He tries to cough, but with Jason’s cock stretching out his lips, the fluid has nowhere to go but up out his nose. Jason whimpers out a silent fuck, and whips out his phone to record the pre-cum dribbling out of Tim’s nostrils.
His brother, if Tim can even call him that after tonight, wipes up the surplus of pre-cum on his upper lip with a finger and sucks off the thick fluid in his own mouth with a happy moan.
“Fuck you, Dick.” A new voice calls, the soles of her boots hitting the ground in a crouch. Spoiler! Tim doesn’t know how she found them, but thank Gotham she has. Just in time to save him from drowning in Jason’s pre-cum. “Why did I have to find out about all the fun from Babs?”
Or maybe not.
“Sorry, Spoiler. I didn’t think you would be interested,” Dick replies. “Trying to keep it on the down low.”
Stephanie steps in closer to rub her hand down Tim’s spine.
“Oh, Boyfriend,” Steph sighs, “you’re so beautiful when you’re stuffed and dripping wet. I was pretty pissed when we broke up; I missed sucking on your clit. Still do. You don’t mind, right, if I take a turn?”
Tim tries to protest around Jason’s cock in his mouth, to tell her no, that it’s not alright. That she should be helping by kicking his brothers off and getting him out of this damn hole. But it’s not him she’s asking.
“Hmm, I suppose,” Damian answers, pounding away. “I am almost finished, then you may have a turn with Timothy.”
Damian doesn’t speed up on her behalf, but it doesn’t take much longer for his thrusts to stutter out of rhythm. He presses in tight, his chest against Tim’s back and his cock rocking against Tim’s sensitive cervix as he cums. He pulls out and wipes his spent cock off on Tim. Dick slaps Damian on the back.
“How was your first time, Dami? Was Timmy’s pussy good for you?”
“Hmm, it was adequate.” Tim can hear Dick laugh at what must be a blushing Damian. “He did not cum from my cock, though. I’ll have to try again later.”
“Then let a master of Tim-cum-fu through,” Steph says. “I’ll teach you my ways, young Padawan.”
“Never speak again, Brown.”
She kneels behind Tim. He can feel her pulling back her hood and mask, tying up her blonde curls. Tim shudders as her fingertips trace the space behind his knees and up his thighs. She has an unfair advantage, having dated him in the past. She knows all his most sensitive spots.
Stephanie licks up into his hole, Damian’s spent cum dripping down her face. Her lips suction around his cocklet, nipping at it with her teeth in that way he likes. Her fingers press into his hole, but they don’t fill him up like his brothers’ cocks. It doesn’t feel like he’s gaping, but just fingers are not enough after taking both Dick and Damian. Her mouth continues working until she’s almost out of breath.
“Hey, Dami? Hand me that glass bottle. The cleaner looking one. I didn’t realize I would be needing my suit’s clip on dildo tonight, and I want to make Timmy feel good too.”
Tim’s eyes widen, and he tries to protest that no, he doesn’t want a dirty, decades old glass bottle shoved into his hole. But Jason thrusts forward, hitting the back of his throat hard, and mashes Tim’s nose into his groin. His pubic hair tickles his nostrils.
“I think Timmy is looking forward to it,” Jason laughs cruelly. “Can you hear him whining for your cock, Steph?”
Stephanie teases the capped rim of the glass around the entrance to his hole. Old beer sloshes, trapped within.
“Do you want my cock, Tim?” she asks. “My big girl cock is going to slide into your tight little vagina and mark you up. Scrape your G-spot until it’s raw. Do you think I can fit the whole thing in? Gonna make you cum on my dick, Boyfriend.”
“After Richard and me, I doubt Drake’s vagina is “tight” as you claim it is,” Damian says.
“You don’t know Tim like I do. When we were still dating, I got my whole fist up in his hole. The very next day I could barely fit a finger.”
“Your whole fist, you say? You’ll have to tell more of this fisting later on, Brown.”
She begins to slide the glass neck in, and she’s right. Tim is already starting to tighten up where Dick and Damian had loosened him up earlier. But he’s open enough that the cold, rigid material slips right in up to the bottleneck. She holds it there, rotating her wrists so the rim circles the inside of his hole, scraping against the diameter of his walls. It takes some effort on both their parts, but she manages to push through the last of his barriers and slams the glass bottle in, his hole greedily sucking it in.
“Oh, Timmy, you should see yourself,” Dick says. “Your slutty little hole is so hungry. Taking Steph’s cock so well.”
Stephanie’s breathing grows heavy as she goes to town on her own clitoris, fluids gushing. She increases the speed of her thrusting into Tim.
“Dick, please tell me you’re recording. This is so hot. I don’t want to forget a single moment.”
“No worries, what my camera doesn’t catch, Oracle’s drones will. A whole digital scrapbook of Tim being fucked. What better way for the family to bond? Even Jason is getting in on the action.”
Part of him breaks. How many people are in on this? Does Babs have Cass and the Birds of Prey in the Clocktower with her, watching Tim’s family rape and degrade him in public? Is Batman on his way to force himself on Tim, too?
“Leave me out of it, Dickwing. I’m only here because I was bored and had nothing better to do when you sent those pictures of Timmy’s bare ass.”
“Like you haven’t been hoarding his mouth this whole time.”
“I like taking it slow and hard, what can I say?”
Tim wants to scream as the body of the glass bottle stretches his rim as far as it will go. It’s fatter than both Dick’s and Damian’s cocks, but the material is far more unyielding. The beer sloshes against the glass as Steph forces it in.
“Fuck, oh shit.” Stephanie’s thrusting stutters as she orgasms on her other hand. She stuffs the bottle in as far as it will go to make sure it doesn’t fall out as she cleans herself up. She smears her cum drenched hand over his clit, mixing their juices.
“Fuck, Tim, that was good. I haven’t cummed that hard in a while. Now it’s your turn; I know how hard you like it.”
She grips the bottom of the glass bottle and pulls most of it out before thrusting it back in, in quick, deep strokes. It doesn’t take much to bring him back to the edge he had been teetering on, with Steph in his hole, the smooth cap battering away at the entrance to his womb, and Jason teasing his throat. But it’s not enough. He whines, wishing he could cum again and end this torture of pleasure.
“You’re not doing it right, Steph,” Dick says.
“Fuck off, Dick. Which one of us actually dated him again? That’s right, me.”
“He’s already cummed once tonight, on my cock,” Dick explained. “He needs something more. So stop teasing him.”
Stephanie groans but agrees. She gets down on her knees and takes Tim’s cocklet between her lips and sucks, alternating flicks with her tongue. It’s that last push his body needs to reach completion.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Jason moans. Tim’s throat tightens around the head of Jason’s cock as he orgasms on Steph’s glass dildo. Tim’s own reluctant moans vibrating into the cock filling his mouth. Jason stuffs himself into Tim’s throat as far as he can and holds the boy’s head to his body, cutting off his lungs from the polluted air of Gotham. Tim’s shoulders shake with the need for oxygen as his brain is flooded with orgasmic chemicals.
It’s only when his throat begins to constrict against the cock choking it that Jason pulls out to jerk himself off to his own completion, splattering it across Tim’s face and open breasts. Strings of cum cut across a closed eyelid and in his hair. Pre drips out of his nose. Jason covers his mouth with a gloved hand before he can spit out the cum and leftover pre.
“Fuuuuck. Damn, RR. If I knew you would look this good on my dick and covered in my cum, I would have done this years ago. Can you imagine how different our little rendezvous at Titan’s Tower would have been? I definitely would have come home a lot sooner. I’d put up with daddy Bats if it meant I could fuck Robin’s face whenever I want. Now swallow my gift. It’s rude to spit out cum.”
Jason pinches his nose, and Tim is forced to swallow his cum. Jay holds up his phone again and takes pictures of Tim covered in cum, tears, and snot. He scoops up the largest glob of cum, the one hanging from his closed eyelashes, and pets it onto Tim’s tongue, the phone in his other hand recording.
“Come on, Timmy. Be a good girl and swallow my cum.” He swipes up more cum and feeds it to Tim. Afraid of what he would do if Tim spat his gift out, he gulps down each helping of cum. Jason moans as Tim sucks the last of his cum off his gloved fingers. He gets in close, close enough that Tim is scared his brother is going to try kissing him. But instead, he sticks out his tongue and licks Tim’s face. Long swipes, like a cat, cleaning up the remains of his fucking that he had left to stain Tim’s face.
“I really wish I still had a quick refractory period, but it’s going to be at least an hour until I can go again,” Jason says when he stands back up.
The beer bottle had slipped out after Steph had let go and everyone had had an orgasm at least once. Tim twice. Does he dare believe it to be over?
“I wish to sample Drake’s ass,” Damian proclaims.
“Guess it’s a good thing I started on preparation then,” Dick replies. He pulls out the bottle of lube they all keep in their pouches for squeaky doorways. “We can use this. Stretch out his asshole first with a bit of lube until it’s loose enough to take you, then drench your cock and his hole. Use the whole bottle to keep things as smooth as possible.”
“Tt, I’m well aware, Richard.” Damian says, but the nervous tick in his voice betrays him.
Tim’s mouth is free, but he doesn’t voice a complaint. What’s the point when they’ll take what they want from him no matter what?
There are two pairs of hands on him. Dick’s large hands, still gloved in the Nightwing suit even as his namesake hangs out, spread open his ass cheeks. Damian, who had removed his gloves to better feel Tim’s supple skin, hands sit closer to his asshole, stretching it out so his hole winks up at his brothers. Damian licks experimentally first, taste testing, before delving in. Mouthing at the hole as he sticks his wet, muscled tongue through the tight ring. Drool drips, seeping into this ass but also trailing down his groin and legs. A finger, up to the first knuckle, joins. It tugs and stretches the entrance before dipping in further.
“Don’t forget the lube,” Dick reminds him.
Damian pulls out his finger, coats two of them in lube, and places them over Tim’s ass. He paws until both fingertips squeeze in. He pushes in, following the natural curve of Tim’s innards, until his two fingers are enclosed up to the last knuckle. Damian’s heavy breathing stutters.
“How does he feel, Dames?”
“Amazing,” he says reverently. He clears his throat. “More than satisfactory. Not nearly as nice or expansive as his hole. But his ass is tighter, perhaps because you have not ruined it, Richard.” Dick laughs.
“I agree,” Steph chimes in. “You should have seen his virgin cunt. Couldn’t even fit a pencil in there; it was so tight. Explains so much about him, really.”
“Holes and asses, you fuckers, it’s his mouth you should be talking about. A wet heat, his tongue wrapping around you, the vibrations when he moans and chokes on your cock,” Jason adds in with his own moan.
“Get it together, you three. Are you even thinking of Timmy’s pleasure?” Dick brings a hand down to spank his front, his rough palm hitting Tim's engorged cocklet, leaving a red print behind over his well-worked-over cunt. Tim lets out a pleased scream as Damian groans over how his asshole tightens.
Jason tucks himself back into his pants and pulls them up but leaves his belt loose. He sits down on the dirty brick paving under Tim. He takes one of Tim’s breasts into the palm of his hand, squeezing the flesh. He takes the other into his mouth, suckling on the hard, pinprick nipple.
The youngest of their family scissors his fingers in Tim’s ass, stretching the rim. Tim may not have a G-spot in his rectum, but it certainly feels like it with the way his brain is cooking from Damian’s fingers penetrating him in a place he has never allowed anyone in before. Seemingly content with the allowance of stretch, Damian replaces his fingers with his cock. It’s too much too soon, and Tim tries to say as much, but Jason stuffs his free hand into his mouth to muffle his complaints. Stretching out his lips as he makes wet gagging sounds as Jason's fingers forcefully play with his uvula. It's only through the miracle of intense training that he hasn't thrown up on Jason. It probably helps that the only thing he has eaten in the last several hours is cum.
At least Damian takes his time inching into his back door. It’s minutes before he bottoms out. Tim can hear his disheveled breathing and drops of sweat landing on his back from where Damian hovers over him, their hips connected.
Tim gags on Jason’s fingers as Damian’s fingers press into his front hole. Stephanie directs him, pinning his fingers into the shape of an arrowhead and tucking his thumb in so there are no obstructions. All four fingers slip in neatly until the last row of knuckles. Damian makes noises of frustration at the obstacle as Dick and Stephanie encourage him to rape Tim with both his cock and fist. Tim misses most of what they say from the fog taking over his brain. Damian thrusts slowly with both until, with a solid punch, his hand enters Tim’s hole up to his wrist. Tim screams as his third orgasm takes him by surprise.
“About time, Timothy,” Damian groans. His hand flexes within Tim, his cock picking up speed. “You have finally found your true calling as my whore. Orgasming on my cock and fist.”
“Our whore,” Dick corrects.
Damian scoffs. “If I must.”
Nightwing climbs the brick wall and jumps down to the other side. Why didn’t he think of that?
“Did Jason clean you up, Timmy? I can’t wait to see the pictures.”
“Hell, no. These are being saved to my private collection. Take your own pictures.” Nightwing smiles a toothy grin.
“I think I will. Are you hungry, Tim? Do you need your big brother to keep your whore mouth busy while Dami takes care of your slutty holes?”
“Dickie, please,” Tim whimpers around Jason’s fingers.
“Which one? There are two of us? Big Dick or Bigger Dick?” Dick jokes.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jason says. He releases Tim’s sore breasts and stands to join Dick in hovering over Tim. “That joke is never as funny as you think it is.”
Dick pouts.
“I think it’s funny. Timmy, do you think my dick joke is funny?”
“Please, Dick, no mooore.” Despite his efforts, he lets out a low moan as Damian pounds into his ass and his fist flexes in his hole.
“Hmm, if you can still talk after all the orgasms we’ve given you, then we’re not doing nearly a good enough job. We’re doing this for you, Timmy. We want you to feel all our love for you and give you the pleasure you deserve. So I’m going to keep sticking my cock into all of your tight, little holes until you understand. Or you pass out. Then we try again when you wake up.”
Tim’s eyes water as he stares up at his big brother, who looks down at him with a kind smile and his cock and balls hanging out of his suit. Dick ruffles his hair like he used to, when it was just them, Robin and Nightwing, and feeds his cock into Tim’s open and waiting mouth.
Dick doesn’t take his time. He presses his cock in deep, stopping just short of his throat to rest the length on Tim’s tongue. It’s too girthy for Tim to wrap his tongue around it, but he tries. Maybe if he makes it good for Dick, he’ll get off sooner. He traces the bulging veins of the hard cock that sits in his mouth as it sputters pre down his throat. It doesn’t release as much as Jason’s, but it's enough that he has to swallow it down or let it pool to spit later.
“We hate to see it, but Jason is right. You have a good damn mouth on you, Timmers.”
“Damn right he does.”
Dick pulls out so the head remains wrapped by Tim’s lips.
“Just the tip, right, Tim?” Dick says with a wink before slamming it into his throat, popping into his esophagus. His entire length filling Tim’s mouth and throat. The head bulging in his neck. A lump protruding for Dick and Jason to admire. “Oh, fuck, fuck. That it is tight. Tim, baby, hum for me. I want to feel you.”
Tim hums a Romani lullaby, the one that Dick used to sing to him when the night terrors from the day they first met kept him awake late at night.
“Oh baby,” Dick moans, “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I need you to be a good whore and just keep doing what you do best. Taking our hard cocks in all your slutty holes.”
He pulls out completely and thrusts back in to the root. Jason joins them and places a hand around Tim’s neck to squeeze against the protrusion. Dick stays there until Tim’s eyes grow hazy and dull. Then he’s out, cock resting on Tim’s chin as Tim catches his breath. His eyes clear, and Dick is back, filling him up. Again and again this repeats. Tim is closing in on asphyxiating, but Dick pulls back before he can black out. He’s barely aware of the slow, steady pace of Damian’s dick in his ass and his hand in Tim’s hole, petting at his inner walls. Steph alternates biting and sucking at the fat of his ass and stomach and drawing, or writing, something on his skin with the Sharpie.
Dick’s cock is out again, held in the palm of his hand. But instead of gliding right back in, he rubs his second head against Tim’s lips. Circling his mouth as if applying lipstick. He moves up to his cheeks, smearing pre into his skin.
“What do you think, Jason? Should I cum on his face? Or in his mouth?”
“I think you should paint his face.”
“You know how much I like cumming down your throat, Jay.”
“Yeah, but didn’t you want to see Timmy soaked in cum? I’ll even clean him up for you afterward,” Jason says with a lick of lips.
“Fuck.” Dick clamps down around the base of his cock. “You know just what to say, Little Wing. Looks like I’m doing your makeup today, Baby Bird. I’m going to make you so pretty. A pretty girl, just for us to admire.”
And he slams back in. Both hands return to his head, hair twisted in their grips. Jason keeps a chokehold around his neck as Dick picks up speed, pressing on the blood veins supplying his brain with much needed oxygen. Sensing the change, Damian rips his hand out of Tim’s hole to take hold of his hips and matches his thrusting to Dick’s explosive pace. Steph’s hand takes his place, clenching into a fist inside Tim’s gaping hole, and abuses his cervix, punching up into him.
The soundtrack of gulg, gulg, gulgs from his throat is the only thing that keeps him awake. Every part of him aches from the unending pounding. He was tired earlier, but now he’s exhausted. The three orgasms in under an hour aren’t helping either. It’s about to be four with Steph’s tongue back on his overstimulated clit. His blood rushes south and his soul out from the top of his head as he finally blacks out with the crescendo of his fourth orgasm.
Tim is right where they left him. But they are not. Jason is back in front of him solo, his semi-hard dick resting in Tim’s mouth. He’s flipping through his phone, not paying any attention to Tim. There’s a dick in his ass; it feels like Damian’s. So either he’s still there or back again, depending on how long Tim has been passed out for. And a third dick in his front hole, alternating depth with Damian. The clouds are lighter with early dawn light.
“Pretty boy is awake.”
“You really needed that nap, Tim. It’s good you’ve got your brothers looking out for you.”
“You missed Dami cumming in your ass.”
“It is not necessary to give Timothy a complete commentary of everything he has missed while passed out. It is his own fault for not drinking enough fluids.”
Tim keens as they use his body. He’s past the point of overstimulation. His clit is numb, like they had rubbed it raw while he was knocked out. How many orgasms did they force out of him? How many loads is he carrying inside of him and on his body?
“Speaking of which—Richard,” Damian says.
“A little busy, Dames,” Dick grunts, his attention solely focused on fucking Tim’s cunt.
“It is paramount I find a bathroom. Do you know of one nearby?”
“Just go in the corner if you need to piss so bad.”
“That is disgusting. I refuse to relieve myself in public.”
“You know,” Jason pops in, “you can just go. Right where you are.”
Tim’s eyes flick up to Jason’s face, where the older boy is biting his lip. The semi-hard cock in his mouth twitches. Jason pinches Tim’s nose, pushes his head back so the cock points down into Tim’s mouth, and releases control of his bladder. It's disgusting: yellow and a musky scent that scars his sinus. It’s obvious that Jason hadn’t been drinking enough water throughout the day. He forces himself to swallow with his brother’s grip tight around his neck. Jason adjusts his spray to hit Tim’s face and soak his hair, sneering down at him in delighted disgust. Like it’s his fault that Jason marked him like a dog marking its territory.
Dick and Damian pause in their shock.
“He’s not wrong, Baby Bat.”
And despite his hardness, Dick manages to release his own golden showers into the depths of Tim’s hole. He can feel the splash of fluids inside of him as Dick continues thrusting into his own release.
“You are both disgusting.”
And yet, Damian presses in deeper than before and lets out more piss than Jason and Dick combined. The younger boy sighs in relief. When he restarts thrusting, pee splashes out with every forward movement, nowhere else to go with the amount Dami had released inside of Tim.
“No fair! I can’t piss in Tim with my cunt,” Steph whines. Her hand traces his lower belly where it bulges. “Fuck. With all the cum and piss, he looks pregnant.” She slaps him, and his skin ripples as his fluid stuffed womb and passages gush around Dick and Damian’s cocks.
“Oh shit, slap him again, Steph,” Dick groans. “I can feel his internal organs pressing down all around my cock inside of him. Tim, did you hear that? I’m rearranging your guts with my cock.”
Her lack of a cock doesn’t stop her from dragging his abandoned leggings and boots closer to her, removed from his legs he doesn’t know when, followed by the sound of her piss stream coating the clothes he’ll have to wear back to the cave if he wants to hide his shame from the citizens of Gotham.
His brothers pick up their pace, horny from pissing all over and inside of Tim like they haven’t been fucking him for the last few hours. Steph slaps his stuffed belly again, pressing against the feeling of Dick’s cock brutalizing his insides. One of them lifts his leg higher into the air in a split as their bodies press in ever closer.
“First a cumdump, now a toilet too. You’re quite the slut, Tim, letting your brothers fuck you like this,” Dick says. “Soaking up all our baby batter. Is that what it’s going to take to keep you at home? Breeding you like a bitch in heat, over and over again?”
Tim whimpers around Jason’s cock. Tears fall as his mind cracks and tears. Is that all he's good for? The only thing his family wants for him? To be their bitch?
“There’s no denying it. Only a whore gets off from being raped by their brothers. That’s what you are, Timmy, a fucking whore who gets raped by his brothers and takes their cum and piss in all their little slutty holes. And you’ve cummed six times already. Slept through two of them. That must make you queen of the whores.
“Should we call your friends in Young Justice and the Teen Titans? Let them have a turn before we pull you out of this hole you put yourself in. Send Oracle’s compilation video of you being raped up to the Watchtower so Superman and Superboy can tag team you? Lay their eggs in you so you can birth the next generation of Kryptonians? Call the Justice League in to fuck you like you so desperately need it? Or should we paint a big red arrow leading to this alleyway so all of Gotham can see how much of a slut Red Robin really is? Show them how much you want them to rape your holes as you pretend not to love being a slut.”
Dick’s words are mean, but he says them so kindly. Tim doesn’t want to be a slut, but he can’t deny how good it feels when they take him like this. When they call him degrading names. There’s a sensation in his numb clit when Dick threatens to allow others to rape him for their own pleasure.
“You’re a slut, but we love you still, Tim,” Dick finishes with.
Jason wipes Tim’s tears away and kisses him on the top of his head.
“No, we won’t do that, Timmy. You may be a whore, but we also love you too much to share you with anyone else,” Jason adds.
Tim cries because he knows, he knows that this is wrong and he’ll regret everything in a few hours, but he’s stuck in a loop of horny brain. He wants Jason to lovingly kiss him on his forehead while fucking his mouth. He wants Dick to continue raping him while calling him degrading names and saying how much he loves Tim.
Damian’s fingers tighten, bruising Tim’s hips. He speaks in a dialect of League Arabic that only he, Tim, and Bruce have mastered outside the al Ghul's.
“Timothy, you are our beloved; come home. You’ll wish for nothing as long as you promise to always return.”
“Double whatever Dami said, Boyfriend. Unless he’s being a little shit again, then ignore him.”
Jason’s fucking slows, and he slips out. His cock is hard, full of oxygen-rich blood, and drenched in pre. Tim, relieved for the break, hacks up the thick, mucus-y cream. It streams down his chin onto his front, where it drips off his peaked nipples. There’s a growing puddle below him.
“Here’s your chance, Red. Anything you want to say before I finish fucking your throat and coat your stomach in my seed?”
“Thank you,” he whispers hoarsely. “Thank you. I love all of you so much.”
Damian gasps, and in a last burst of youthful energy, he spills into Tim’s ass with jittery thrusts. He pulls out, and Tim can hear him fall against the brick wall. Dick shifts to stand center with Tim’s hips without breaking stride.
“Thank you for what, Tim? Be specific,” Dick says sternly. He thrusts in turn with his words.
“For fucking me like a whore. I didn’t know how much I needed it. To be treated like a slut. To be raped like one by my brothers. For filling all my holes.” His voice is almost gone, but he needs to say his piece.
“Like your pussy?”
“Yes! Thank you for fucking my pussy!” he shouts as loud as he can. His arousal is building again. What the fuck is wrong with him?
Jason presses back in, not giving him a chance. Dick’s thrusting is off kilter for the first time.
“I love you, Tim. We all do. Almost as much as my cock loves your pussy,” he says with a strained laugh. Dick reaches around to pinch his clitoris. A few tugs and he’s gone again. His whole body shudders as Dick milks one last orgasm out of him. Dick grunts out a fuck as Tim’s passage walls tighten around him, and he falls just the same.
Last man standing, Jason pulls Tim's hair into high pigtails and has his way with his mouth. Within minutes he’s shooting his load straight into Tim’s stomach. One hand shoves Tim’s face into his gut; the other leans against the wall as he catches his breath.
Jason steps back, watching Tim with a critical eye as he takes in deep, gulping breaths, grateful for the break.
Jason tucks himself away into his pants, re-lacing his belt. He pats Tim on his cheek.
“I’m tapping out. I’m tired, and I think Timmy has learned his lesson.” Jason cuts the zip-ties holding Tim’s arms back and climbs over the wall to join the others. His arms drop to his sides, tingling with static as sensation returns to pinched nerves. Tim is all alone. Well, half of him is.
Damian grips Tim’s ankle from where he has collapsed against the wall and traces up his thigh, slow and almost romantic.
“I as well. My heart wishes to continue fucking Drake, but my body is no longer willing.”
“I’ve been done. Unlike you bozos, I’ve actually been fighting crime tonight,” Steph chimes in, against the wall opposite of Damian. She continues petting the swelling of his belly affectionately.
“Hmm,” Dick hums. “Yeah, same. But I think he needs one more thing.”
Dick picks up the forgotten glass bottle from the ground. Its cum coating has dried since falling out of Tim’s cunt.
He pops the cap off, air hissing out for the first time in decades since it was filled. Dick sniffs it.
“Not bad, but low-shelf. Perfect for a whore like you, Timmy.”
He rubs the bottle up and down Tim’s crack. The cold glass heaven against his warm skin. Dick tucks the glass rim inside of Tim’s ass and tips the bottle back. Beer chugs into him, further distending his belly past the point of obscene. His skin stretches to encompass the cum, piss, and pint of beer filling his gut. He can fill their hands rubbing his belly, like he’s pregnant with their child.
When the bottle is empty, Dick replaces it with his thumb to prevent anything from pouring out.
It takes effort, but they manage to fit the butt of the glass bottle through the entrance to his ass. With the amount of, well, everything in him, it takes barely a touch for the bottle to slide in. His family watches mesmerized as his asshole takes in the bottle, attempts to close around the neck, and winks up at them all when the glass rim disappears inside of him.
“Fuuuck,” Jason draws out. “I thought my ass was good, but damn. He took the whole thing.”
Dick tugs his rim open with a finger and drops a ball bearing from his belt into the glass bottle. His rim tightens to a loose close, but enough that both objects are now trapped within him. Keeping him full.
“Can—” Tim coughs, his voice raspy, “—can you guys let me out now?”
“Have you learned your lesson?” Dick asks.
“My family loves me, and no more running away?”
“That’s right!” Dick slaps his ass. The ball bearing rings against the glass as Tim tightens around the bottle and the gushing fluids. “I knew you were a smart boy. We’ll remind you if you ever forget again. But otherwise it’ll all be consensual sex from now on.”
“Oh joy,” he says dryly. But Jason takes out his crowbar to chip away at the wall as the others pull pieces away. Dick catches him as he finally slides out of the hole. He collapses into his eldest brother’s arms, legs and arms too weak to hold himself up. Steph rolls his piss soaked leggings up his legs and over his hips, trapping the bottle in his ass. She’s unable to zip them closed over the bloating. He definitely can’t walk now.
Steph’s hair is slicked back with sweat, and her pupils are blown out.
“Tim,” she drawls out low, “you’re beautiful.”
Her palms hover over his belly. She carefully sets them on his skin, and it gives with pressure. Tim groans as his muscles cramp. Like this, he looks like he’s late into the second trimester.
Dick stands up with Tim in a princess carry. He can feel slick, piss, and cum dripping out his cunt as his ass chimes with even the slightest movement. His stomach gurgles.
“Hungry, baby? Let’s head back to the Batcave and get you cleaned up and fed.”
The heady smell of sex sticks to his body like a second skin. But the others smell just as bad.
“I’m assuming I can’t convince you guys to take me to the Nest instead?”
“Not in a million years. But mostly because Babs already had movers take all of your stuff to your bedroom at the manor. There’s nothing there for you now. Now let’s head home to where you belong.”
Lucky for them, Bruce is out of town on a Justice League mission, and Alfred had already gone to bed by the time they arrived at the Batcave. They carry him into the walk-in showers and shuck off his ruined uniform. They disrobe too, joining him under the hot shower spray. They take over scrubbing him down. None of it is sexual, even when they coax the glass bottle out. He doesn’t see where they spirit it off to, and he doesn’t particularly want to know.
Damian disappears for a moment but reappears with porridge and a plate of cut-up fruit by the time Jason and Dick have dressed him in comfortable loungewear and Steph has set up a saline IV at his bedside upstairs along with a much needed doughnut sitting pillow and numerous heating pads. Damian hand feeds him despite his protests.
His bedroom in the manor has been filled with expertly packed cardboard boxes from his apartment. An eerie reminder of when he had first moved in at thirteen years old. He wonders what Bruce will think of all this when he returns.
Steph wins a vicious battle of rock paper scissors and takes the spot on his bed by his side. She curls in around him while Damian lies out on the foot of the bed with Titus. Alfred the cat makes a rare appearance. Curls up in the corner on a pet bed Damian must have dragged in. Jason and Dick carry in a small couch from one of the spare sitting rooms. Dick holds his hand until the older man falls asleep, mumbling something reassuring about top-shelf. Jason quickly follows, leaning against their older brother’s shoulder. Damian’s light snores fill the room.
Steph shows him pictures on her phone. Pictures of him. Another part of him cracks.
A selfie of herself licking up into his pussy.
A wide-eyed Damian, watching intently as his hand sinks into Tim’s passage. His arm at an awkward angle with his cock already buried in Tim’s ass.
Dick, with his mouth back on Tim’s ass, sucking up Damian’s cum. His fingers a blur on Tim’s clit.
A picture of his rear end at the close.
To the right of his tailbone there are tally marks, ten total. Seven on the other side. Below that, in tall capitalized letters, ‘PROPERTY OF THE BATS.’ Everyone had signed their names. Dick’s and Steph’s scrawl, Damian’s neat letters, and Jason’s cursive. Even ‘Oracle’ is written out in neat, technical script, written by a remote control drone.
Where he isn’t covered in bruised hickeys, there are words and little drawings. “whore” and “slut” are common, and a few “bitch”es. “cumdump” is written around his asshole. “toilet” “no means yes” “insert here” with an arrow pointing to his front hole. There’s even his personal phone number with “call for a good time.” Most of it is in Dick’s handwriting, a few by Damian, and the rest by Steph. The little winged dicks are definitely her work.
The most amount of space is taken up by three life-size penises’.
“I’m pretty proud of my renditions of their dicks. This long, veiny one is Dick’s dick. How did you even fit that? My vagina is far too tiny to take that. Damian’s—this one here—is average sized; nothing wrong with that. Really nice balls, though. Do you think he would let me suck on them if I asked nicely? No? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. I didn’t see Jason’s dick, but from the way you were choking on it, I guessed girthy and long, but not as long as Dick's. Because, damn! The way he fucked your throat—your throat!—I almost orgasmed from just the sounds you were making.”
“Your Jason dick is off. It’s an inch shorter.” Steph looks up at him, a large smile gracing her face.
“Really?”
“Yeah, barely hit the back of my throat. But I’m sure he appreciated the ego boost when he saw your drawings,” he whispers. His throat still hurts. Will for days, likely. He’ll have to call out on all his meetings for the next week. He’s sure his siblings won’t be letting him out of their sight anytime soon.
Stephanie pulls him into a tight side hug, and he returns it easily.
“I want you to know, this wasn’t planned. But it’s precisely what we all needed. Do you understand that?”
“Yeah, yeah, I think I do.”
“Good, because both Babs and I were keeping Cass in the loop. She’s not really interested in sex, so she didn’t join us in the alley. Said someone needs to keep an eye on Gotham. But she wonders if you would be up to trying shibari with us. Just you and us girls.”
“Tell her to give me a few weeks to recover, and then we can try ropes.”
“She also wants to write her name on your skin. You should totally get all our names as a tattoo. It would make for a sick lower back tat.”
“Hell no. I’m hesitant to even let a Sharpie pen within ten feet of me now. Use a washable marker next time.”
“If we have to,” she says with a cheeky smile. Steph yawns and presses back into his side. “You were so hot with your fake pregnant belly.”
“Oh yeah?
“You should totally let me fuck a baby in you. We would have a kick ass baby together.”
Steph falls asleep before he can come up with a response.
He looks around the room at his siblings. Jason and Dick curled around each other. Steph at his side. Damian’s head resting on his shin, a protective hand over Tim’s knee. He smiles, glad to have his family surrounding him. To no longer be another set piece in the scenery. To be forgiven.
He has to admit, though, revenge will be sweet and well deserved. But first, at least eight hours of rest. Then the planning begins.