The Joker sat quietly in the back, restrained in his seat by a network of cuffs and chains. He was a little depressed as he noticed that the Batmobile was following a path he knew well, the one from his lair, to Arkham. "Hey, Batsy! Watch the suit!" was the only thing he'd managed to eke out when Batman had tossed him roughly into the vehicle.

��He would have cracked wise much more than that if he weren't feeling so darned low. He just couldn't believe that ol' Batting-for-Brains could have so little imagination. The thought of staying in Arkham for at least as long as it took Harley to bust him loose was killing him. So, he considered it a grand piece of luck, not to mention quite an adventure, when the Batmobile zipped right past Arkham, and into a dark, underground tunnel, not unlike the ones that he'd heard led straight into the Batcave.

"Ah-ahem!" the Joker cleared his throat loudly,

"Batsy, I enjoy a late night drive in the moonlight as much as anyone, so don't think me ungrateful, but . . . Where in the hell are we going?!?!"

The Joker could see in the vanity mirror that not one feature of Batman's face had moved a single micron. If the Joker's face was a mask of comic joy, then Batman's was a mask of total, impenetrable calm.

Soon enough, Batman pulled the vehicle into a corner of the Batcave. This area was sealed off from the rest of the structure, and used only for holding criminals when there was no other option. He dragged the Joker out of the Batmobile and tossed him into a fierce-looking cage, locking the clown into the metal box and clicking the key safely tucked away into his utility belt. Then he turned on his heel, shut the lights, secured the area, and walked to his command center, sitting down before the giant screen.

"Batman, I got those plans you wanted."

Batman turned to see Robin striding towards him, still breathing heavily from rushing to the Batcave. "Good." Batman scanned the documents into the computer. They clearly illustrated every detail of the Joker?s plan to abduct the child slaves, drug them into minions and recruit them to steal and kill all throughout the city.

"Batman, while I was there, I saw the children. I couldn't just leave them there, Batman. I had to do something!"

Batman listened calmly. He always disapproved of Robin acting without his guidance, but then, his ward was a man now. Capable of making his own decisions.

"The children are free, Batman! I got every last one. They are all at the city orphanage until their parents can be contacted. Most of them are from Indonesia."

Robin looked at Batman expectantly, wondering what his teacher's reaction would be. He melted into the embrace when Batman rose from his chair, pulled Robin into his arms, and pressed his mouth to the young man's, whose lips parted to welcome Batman's soft, moist tongue.

It was always a strange feeling, the hardness of Bruce's thick, muscled body, juxtaposed with the soft, warm, pinkness inside his mouth. Batman pulled away, guiding Robin to one of the cave walls as he did so. He turned Robin around so that the young man faced away from him as Batman tugged at Robin's pants, pulling them down around his ankles.

Then, he moved his hands to his own waist, clicking his utility belt unbuckled and letting it slide to the floor, and then pulling free from his black pants, and tossing them to the side. Batman walked up to Robin and circled his arms around his waist, clasping them over Robin's belly. He nestled his head in the crook of Robin's neck and stopped there a moment, just breathing slowly until Robin's breathing matched his in one slow, soothing rhythm. In, out. In, out.

One hand slid down to Robin's already-hardening cock, stroking it slowly. Batman moved the other hand up to Robin's mouth, and felt the wet warmness as Robin spat into it. He then used his ward's saliva to lubricate his own cock, grown quite stiff now and aching to enter the young man's flesh.

�Carefully, he inserted one moistened finger into Robin's hole. It was already relaxed in preparation for him. Robin had excellent control. Satisfied, Batman pulled out and then inserted two fingers into the hole, and then three.

"I'm ready," Robin whispered.

Nodding his head, Batman carefully guided himself into Robin's body until he was enveloped by his ward's smooth, young flesh. He slowly rocked in and out, Robin's hips moving with his as he continued to stroke the Boy Wonder's cock. The Dynamic Duo loved being together like this. There, in the shadows, where no one could judge their feelings for one another. This time, though, Batman knew that one person was watching. He had made sure that the Joker would be able to see him grinding into Robin's pretty little ass. The thought made him feel even hotter for Robin than usual, and in no time, the young man was moaning softly. Normally, Robin never made a sound.

As Batman felt himself coming to climax, he angled himself so that he could reach Robin's prostate with each thrust into the young man, and intensified his ministrations on Robin's cock. He felt Robin's muscles tense as he, too, moved closer to the brink of release. And then, in a moment, the two were coming together, although they never had the sort of earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms that other people did.

Their release was slow, consuming, and well-controlled. They knew they could never afford to let their guard down completely. Batman slid out of Robin and walked wordlessly to the shower, knowing that by the time he got back, the young man would have picked up his things and left the cave to rinse off. �