Her flaming orange hair swoops as she flips off the mat. It looks like a bird's nest. Somehow, her glasses stay glued to her face. On her third flip, she loses her footing, her tiny legs wobble and cross over each other - but before she can fall, she's back to the air. At the dump - in the pit - I mistook her for Dick.
Carrie will never be Dick. But she's young. Smart. Brave.
She'll make a good soldier, if she can only take some direction.
"Again," I command.
She huffs a strand of hair out of her face. Crosses her arms.
"Figures," she mutters, like I can't hear her. Her body bends easier than her will. I watch her strain against the confines of her costume. Even if it wasn't a cheap knockoff, it wasn't designed for her. My codpiece tightens around me.
One of her shoes slips off before she leaves the mat. Her body twists mid-air, over-rotates. She bounces off the mat to a seat on her bottom.
"Real cool," she grumbles.
"Again!" Frustration bleeds into my voice. Patience is a young man's virtue.
"Yeah, yeah, spud, I'm going," she says, sliding her shoe back on. There's a grace in her movement, not an ounce of energy wasted.
"Watch your tone, Robin."
She flicks her glasses up to her forehead. Rolls her eyes.
"Yes, sir."
Young. Smart. Brave.
And a brat.
The beast in me knows exactly how to discipline her. The feelings eating away at me - the same feelings after long nights dueling with Ivy. The same feelings of watching Barbara strip out of her costume and toss her hair back out of her mask. The same feelings of Selina clawing into my back and flogging me from head to toe.
It's wrong. I'm old enough to be her grandfather.
That only makes the feelings grow stronger.
I stalk towards her. She backpedals - she's scared.
Good.
"You need to be taught what happens when you disobey my orders," the words leave my throat, but it isn't my voice. It's His voice, deep and dark as the pits of Hell.
"W-what are you -"
I'm on top of her in an instant. She's half my size. I pin her to the mat easily, arms at her sides.
"Be quiet."
Piece by piece, I tear off my suit. The mask can stay. I free my cock, throbbing and angry.
"Open."
She doesn't dare question. I grab two fistfuls of hair and shove myself as deep as I can, burying her nose in a forest of salt-and-pepper pubic hair. My heavy balls smack against her chin. I yank her by her roots to rest on her knees. She yelps in pain, and the way it rumbles against my veiny shaft is heavenly. It's been far too long.
Her teeth graze against my base. I could be her first, but these days, who can be sure. Regardless, she has to learn. I slap her, open palmed, and she crumples to one side.
"No teeth."
I can spot tears welling at the corner of her eyes, even through her glasses. She nods, and opens her mouth to take me again. Her tongue swirls around my length as she coats me in her slobber.
Before I cross the threshold, I pull out. My drool-covered member slides out of her mouth with a wet plop! A few strands of saliva splatter across her emerald-tinted lenses. I run my strong hands all across her tiny body, making short work of her costume. I pinch and suck her pert nipples, and she throws her head back and moans in ecstasy. I pull her shorts down around her ankles, and see her leaking, puffy pussy is adorned with a tuft of ginger.
I press myself against her slick entrance. I discard years of discipline and self-restraint as she mumbles her denials. Her pupils are giant and shine like dinner saucers.
I buck my hips, burying myself impossibly deep in her cunt. Even as I break it in, it grips me like a vice, and it feels as hot as an oven. It's lovely. She's hollering in pain, and I'm holding a hand over her mouth to muffle her. Her legs are flailing, helplessly kicking in the air against me.
"This is what happens to little girls who get in over their heads. Be grateful it's me, and not a Mutant."
Not even the most savage Mutant will fuck her as brutal as I can. They're children. Just like she is a child, sobbing into my hand and begging me to stop.
"You can't reason with them. Can't beg for mercy. If you can't fight them, they'll ruin you. Just. Like. This."
I thrust at a sadistic rhythm, designed to ravage her cute little cunt, to rearrange her insides in the mold of my cock forever. Slobber, juices, and specks of virgin blood coat my cock as I ram into her again and again. It's her first time. It won't be our last.
Desperation and fear fades away, as her brain succumbs to the pounding of her young pussy. I let go of her arms and mouth, a calculated risk. Sure enough, all she can do is ball her fists up at her chest like a kitten's paws as she mewls for more.
"Gawd, sirrrrrr! Fuck me, fuck me so good…"
The girl looks up at me, adoration in her wide eyes as she rattles off a string of dirty talk that would put Selina to shame. If I could think, I would wonder who taught her to speak like that. Her parents, maybe.
"Good girl…" I growl, nibbling her earlobes. Her body bounces underneath me. She moans like the platinum Playboy bunnies I always pretended to fuck.
My hands wrap tight around her throat. She gasps and splutters for air. My vision blurs, then doubles, as my chest begins to ache. I can feel my pounding pulse skip beats, then fire in rapid succession to try and compensate. It's a good thing I'm close.
I climax, holding myself inside her as jet after jet of my semen floods her cunt. A trail dribbles out, spreading across her creamy thighs. She sprawls out on the floor, exhausted. I lower myself and begin lapping away, trying to lick and suck every last drop out of her.
I hope it's enough. This city's no place to raise a family. Not now. She's too young, and the world is too broken.
I scoop her up in my arms, and carry her to get cleaned off. One of the cave's dozens of waterfalls I converted to a shower, decades ago.
She stares up at me through her messy glasses, lovestruck.
"Good girl," I coo, stroking her frazzled hair. The hair I yanked into the shape of wild, crazed sex, with patches flying in every direction. She nuzzles herself into my chest.
"So nasty, sir… I'm a huge fan…" she mumbles, nodding off.
I bare my teeth, a proud owner, and spank her ass hard enough to leave a glowing handprint. I feel her supple cheek ripple from the hit.
"Fuckkkk!" She cries out, echoing through the Batcave.
"No sleeping. We're nocturnal creatures, Robin…"