Robin's Weekend (on-line)

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Robin decides to take the weekend off from crimefighting but get more action that he bargained for...

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Boy Wonder Deflowered

By Flamingo Boy ([email protected])



PART 1


It was Friday afternoon and it was turning out to be the perfect start of a great weekend as Robin would have Wayne Manor all to himself.

Batman, in his guise of Bruce Wayne, had to leave to attend a big business merger with a Japanese corporation. Such a merger would triple the value of Wayne Enterprise stocks and give every employee a well-deserved fat bonus. Normally, Bruce would leave such things to his Chief Executive Officer, Lucius Fox, but the impact of the deal, along Japanese protocol and tradition, dictated that the playboy billionaire be present for the initial signing of the contracts.

Aunt Harriet was taking a much-deserved weekend vacation to Myrtle Beach with her assortment of boring, but nice, old bitty friends she knew from high school. Alfred was in Albany taking part in a weekend bridge tournament with his old friend, Caruthers, who was also a gentleman’s gentlemen.

Dick Grayson planned to put all his crime-fighting to the side and just chill out all weekend… stay up late… watch all those “adult” shows on HBO and Showtime that Aunt Harriet and Bruce forbad him to watch. He was going to eat any junk food that he could get his hands on.

He was going to blow off all studying. Although he had a straight ‘A’ average and was already weeks ahead in his assignments, Bruce always made him hit the books… but this weekend he wasn’t even going to so much as glance at a Periodic Table of the Elements. He had no intention of going down to the Batcave or answering the red phone. Crime was extremely light over Gotham City for the last two months and it was very unlikely that the over-paid and useless Commissioner Gordon, and his equally inept ass-kissing lackey-toad, Chief O’Hara would be calling and whining over the slightest bit of trouble. The taxpayers were paying their salaries so it wouldn’t hurt those two boobs to earn their money for a change and let the traditional police force handle any problems.

The only glitch that could screw up Dick’s “weekend of slacking,” was that Catwoman was still at large. Fortunately, she was lying low for the last week and, with luck, she wouldn’t stir up trouble again until Batman was back on duty. Even if she did stick out her whiskers… so what? There was no urgency to bring her in right away. Unlike the psychotic Joker, Penguin, and Two-Face, she was pretty much a non-violent criminal and was only interesting in stealing rather than murder, terrorism, or random acts of destruction.

She also limited her thefts to the rich and greedy… the kind that had insurance on the stolen valuables and received a settlement that was almost always greater than the item in question... and both sides profited. She never victimized folks of upper-middle class income or below.

Batman also stressed to Robin not to pursue Catwoman by himself. Robin was told not to have anything to do with Catwoman until Batman returned. Robin was more than glad to comply with that request. The reason Robin obeyed the request wasn’t because he wanted to slack off for the weekend, but also that he had a close call with the feline-fatale on their last encounter.


Dick would have been content to keep his Robin costume in storage for the entire weekend but he had one civic commitment to make as the Boy Wonder on Friday afternoon and then the remainder of the weekend was all his.


The commitment was to speak at a sexual abstinence rally at Gotham Central Senior High School. This was his third appearance as Robin in the last month. He had spoken to teens in the past concerning driver safety and anti-drugs.


It had started a month ago when a Sunny Cloverfield, a senior, honor-roll student, captain of the majorette squad, and class president had contacted Bruce Wayne in hopes that he could contact his friend, Batman, to speak to her fellow students about saying ‘no’ to drugs. Batman contacted Miss Cloverfield and gave his sincerest regret that he could not attend as he had to go to Metropolis to help Superman as the Joker was causing some trouble over there. Not wanting to disappoint the conscientious young lady, he “volunteered” to have Robin go in his place rather than reschedule his own appearance.

At first, Robin was totally pissed that Batman had assigned him this duty without his previous consent, and the Boy Wonder thought it was more important to accompany Batman to Metropolis to help capture the Joker. Batman explained that their “civic” duties as “duly deputized officers of the law” were just as important as catching criminals. He also believed that teens would be more prone to listen to and appreciate the opinions from a fellow teen rather than an adult.


“Holy monotony, Batman,” Robin remembered saying. “It’s going to be a drag. I should help catch the Joker.”

“Now, now, old chum,” Batman chastised him in his well-meaning, but patronizing demeanor. “You need to get out more and socialize with people your own age. Remember, all crime-fighting, and no fun makes Robin a very dull boy.”

“You’re right, Batman,” Robin pretended to agree. He knew he could never win an argument with Dudley Do-right and today would be no exception. It was easier to keep the old dope happy and not waste any more time or precious oxygen having a debate with the narrow-mined, out-of-touch-with-reality, buffoon.

“That’s the spirit, Robin,” Batman gave his sidekick that ever-annoying slap on the shoulder. “It’ll be a hoot.”

“A hoot,” Robin thought. “Is he kidding? Holy out-of-style slang, Batman.”

But the cowled moron wouldn’t quit there. He had to add in one more useless and insulting remark. “Who knows, old chum. There might be some pretty girls there… but I’m sure you’ll appreciate that in a few more years.”


The more Robin thought about the past conversation as he got ready for his personal appearance, the more he got annoyed.

“Holy confounded arrogance, Batman. Now don’t get me wrong. You are the bravest, noble, caring, ingenious man and crime-fighter I’ve ever known and it’s been an honor to be your junior partner… but sometimes, Batman. You can be such a condescending prick.”

“I can’t believe you said that I would appreciate girls in a few more years. Get with the program, Batman. I’m sixteen now, not twelve. I’ve been interested in girls for the last three years. Okay… that one time when I caught Bruce Wayne giving a lip-lock to one of his multitude of debutant bimbos and I said, ‘Yuck, gross!’ … but for crying out loud… I was ten years old at the time! I’m not that same young boy you started out with. I’ve grown up a little bit since then.”

“Okay… I’m totally cool and practice your preaching about sexual abstinence… and that I shouldn’t have sex with a woman until after I’m married. I totally agree… after all, it’s my purity that gives me my strength to overcome evil despite the fact that I have no super-powers… but come on… I do like girls! I may not touch… but there’s certainly no harm in looking….”

Then Robin remembered the way that Catwoman looked at him during their last encounter… the lust, longing, and desire. She had him in her clutches… totally helpless… she said that she was going to deflower him and the Boy Wonder would be no more. It was through the skin of his teeth that he escaped his fate and kept his virtue. It was his own carelessness and arrogance that got him bound, gagged, helpless and at Catwoman’s total mercy. The thought of it scared Robin to no end and when he escaped, he swore that he would never let his arrogance get him into a similar situation.

That was why he always abided Batman’s stern advice after that, to take the proper safety measures and precautions. He always made sure to tell the Caped Crusader or Alfred where he was… always reporting in from time to time on his secured-line Bat-cell phone… making sure the two knew where he last was if he failed to report in.


Robin shook off that horrible memory and got to the business at hand.

When Batman first “suckered” Robin into the initial public speaking engagement, he thought that it would totally suck, but it turned out that every dark cloud had a silver lining… a lining named Sunny Cloverdale.

He thought the other teens would ignore or razz him while he spoke, but it turned out that he easily won over his audience and they cheered him on. It was Sunny that was responsible for that. She managed to pump up the crowd to support him and the cause he spoke of.

Robin smiled as he thought about her lovely blonde hair that she always wore in a pony-tail… her deep blue eyes that were the color of the ocean. She wasn’t like all the other girls. She was funny, charming, pretty, intelligent, and so darn perky and innocent. He really enjoyed talking to her after the rallies and they had become good friends in a very short time. As a matter of fact, the talks after the rally were the highlight of the event and pretty much the only reason why he tolerated the public appearances.

Robin really liked Sunny and he had a gut-feeling that she felt the same way about him.

She was simple and fun… the girl next door… and not like all the other girls that would hang and swoon all over him. He felt no pressure from Sunny. All she seemed to want from Robin was his respect and friendship… which Robin gladly reciprocated.


Dick had found a way to change into his Robin attire without having to step foot in the Batcave to retrieve one of his uniforms and without having to lug around a duffle bag.

Wearing only his “civilian” attire, young Dick Grayson called for a cab to pick him up at Wayne Manor and then drop him off a few blocks away from the school.

Making sure that he wasn’t followed, he made his way to a “safehouse” which was one of many of a series of empty apartment building strategically placed throughout Gotham City. He entered the secured building and headed toward the basement which contained spare Batman and Robin uniforms.

Dick undressed, hung up his clothes, and then put on his Robin costume. When he was finished with his business as Robin, he would simply return, change back to Dick Grayson and then call for another cab to take him home.


Making sure that no one saw him walk out of the building, Robin took a casual walk to the high school.

It was warm and sunny. The sky was blue and there hardly was a cloud in the sky.

It was a great day and the start of a great weekend.


Little did the Boy Wonder know that fate was going to throw him a major-league curve ball.



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