Ambro's Paradise

Upon being Damian's guardian, Dick Grayson has taken it upon himself to mentor the vicious Robin into being the new Batman. However, the boy proves to be quite the troublemaker, acting very childish everywhere he goes and manipulating to those he would want to suck up. It was growing to be very tiresome to poor Dick, especially since Damian kept complaining/flaunting his Wayne blood around. It angered Dick...but intruiged him as well. A Robin who wasn’t like any other Robin. And it was placed within Dick’s hands.

“Alfred…” He groaned, looking at the monitor within thebumker. “What am I going to do? I promised myself…I promised Bruce that I’d take care of him. But he’s grinding me down to the nerve…” He sighed. “I don’t want Damian to grow up to be another Jason…”

Alfred gulped a bit, remembering the moment he saw that the Red Hood was Jason Todd, a former Robin who went rogue on Batman after he died and was revived by the hands of Ra’s Al Ghul. “Very…May I suggest something, sir?” Dick nodded, his hands clasped in contemplation. “May I suggest some personal bonding time…perhaps recreation or training?”

“…I can try that…Haha. But we ARE talking about Damian here. I am sure he wants attention. Like a little kid.” Dick hung up his cowl for the night and headed to Wayne Manor, thinking of what Damian and he could do together. As he lied in bed, he thought of certain scenarios that would occur. But each scenario ended with Damian withdrawing himself with a fit of rage. That boy with his rounded face being reddened and furious. That pouty lip or that snarky grin he always has. How his blue eyes would glare at him seldomly. And how Damian would play rough no matter what. Dick felt his chest becoming heavy, unknown of why it was happening, but attributed it to mere sadness. The more the thought, the more complicated it became. It was almost as if it became hopeless. “What can I do…that little boy…”

The next morning, Dick woke up and went straight to the Tower, looking over the news, patrolling for something awry. He sighed and grunted, hating the boring task of finding trouble. “Man…this is just so…ahh! I want to go outside…Al?”

“Yes, Master Grayson?” He approached Dick with a tray of cookies and milk.

“…Why…nevermind.” He took a handful of cookies and scarfed them. “Mm, Afwed…Where ish Daymeyen…”

“Ugh…Sir…” He held out a handkerchief for Dick. “Master Damian is sleeping.”

“Hm. Sleeping. Wake the kid up, Al and bring him here. I plan to have a play date with Damian. Suit him up.” He smiled, which had Alfred smiling as well. A few minutes later, Damian appeared before Dick in his Robin uniform. He rubbed his eyes with discontent. Dick looked up and down at the boy, donning his outfit. Something about it made him smile with a light chuckle to himself. He thought it the same feeling a person gets when they see a cute puppy or a kitten. “Well, look who’s up? Come on Robin. It’s almost 2 in the afternoon. Nothing’s up in Gotham, so I decided to have some training, to hone your skill.”

“Feh…you know I am awesome enough with my skills.” He grinned as his eyes narrowed, his fist clenched to a tight ball. “Remember last week, I totally dodged auto-turret fire and smashed two muscle-heads’ faces in in one move. The week before, I escaped chains and rope and saved us both.”

Dick laughed. “No. Last week, I threw a Batarang into the turret and lasso’d the two thugs. And the week before, you may have went loose from the chains, but you didn’t save us both. I had to disarm the bomb before it detonated.” He smiled, seeing the boy bite his lip.

“…No you didn’t…” He pouted, crossing his arms. Dick stared at him as Damian tried to avoid eye contact. As the time progressed, Damian felt a bit unsettled. “….maybe. Maybe you did…but I have skill, an assload of it.”

“Prove it.” He smirked as he retreated to a stable stance, beckoning for Damian to lung at him. Robin then proceeded to jump to a high jump kick, but Batman grabbed his ankles and tossed him aside. But he was agile enough to bound against a wall and leap towards the masked hero. His arms were forward, as to grab the man. However, he was faster and instead, he grasped onto Robin’s hands, fell backward, and kicked the boy off as he rolled back up, standing straight as Robin slammed on the floor. He looked up with a vicious glare and spat on the ground with spit and blood. “See, you need to hone yourself to be better. You can’t be Batman being so volaitle like that. So come on.”

Damian looked at him with a scowl on his face. “Hmph...” He turned away. “This is pointless. I can take on any stupid baddie.”

Batman sighed, walking towards the boy. “But Damian. You can kill them easily. I need you to take that power you have and seriously channel it, or you might hurt someone seriously. You’re so concerned about being Batman, but not sweating the details that matter the most. You are skilled. You are smart...but you are inexperienced.” He placed his hand upon Damian’s shoulder.

He smacked his hand away from his body. “Experience? The hell I am! I have experience in fighting, defending, and killing. But I haven’t killed ANY of our enemies so far. So if anything , I am overqualified in this theory of “channelling” you tell me. Maybe you need to know how it feels to be able to kill someone then and there, and even though you want to do it so badly, you don’t.” His face turned red.

“Oh, haha. You say you do this out of free will, but I have to make sure you don’t slip up and end up having your hands dirtied! Robin, you’re my protoge because I believe you to have amazing potential to be a hero!” Batman raised his voice. His brow twitched a bit and was half annoyed but half amuzed, seeing the boy before him defend himself with a red face.

“You believe, you believe. I believe you aren’t even worthy of my respect as well as that cowl! If you want my respect, then earn it!”

“Damian...” He muttered.

“Other wise, you’re just a bad replacement for my dad. Hell, even Tim-fucking-Drake would be better, because he’d have some balls.”

“Damian.” He spoke a bit louder.

“ And you know what? When you took on the cowl, you’ve screwed yourself from the beginning. With you as Batman, everything my dad estabilished in this city would just fall like a house of cards in a hurricane...”Robin crossed his arms and started to walk away.

“And what would your father think?” Batman growled. He stopped mid-step. “I knew your father for many years, fighting along side him as Robin. I still continued to fight as an equal while I was Nightwing. In my years with your father, I could tell what he’s thinking, what he wants, and what he needs. He was a great man. A kind man. And you...you’re just a brat with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove. Well, stop it Damian. If you keep thinking and acting that way, you’re gonna...” He bit his lip. “You’re gonna...get hurt...even killed.” Dick trying hard to not remember how another Wayne disappeared before him. He looked from behind the small, slender figure, frozen in state, unmoving and unspoken. He closed his eyes. “I’m...I’m sorry...excuse me.”

Dick unveiled himself as he walked past Damian, who remained standing. He didn’t look him in the eyes. He didn’t say anthin else as he walked past him. Dick left the bunker for a moment, retreating to a seperate room. “Damn it Dick. Stop being so hard on the little kid.” He whispered to himself, sitting down on a chair, his arms rested on the table. “The kid lost his dad. I lost a friend. You’re just stressed...just...go back and apologize...” He didn’t know why exactly he felt this frustration. He thought about Damian, how he was terrible towards the boy.

But it wasn’t full frustration in his words but this strange internal feeling he has whenever Damian pushes his buttons like this. This deep, gnawing feeling everytime Dick sees the boy’s face turn red, almost like a blush. His scowl, so small and deviant. Dick couldn’t help but adore the sight of the cute boy within his Robin’s uniform, where his leggings, although padded, hugged his thighs and accentuated his groin. From his past with Bruce, he imagined that Damian would be as endowed, even though he was very young. His slender frame, lean with muscles. His vicious attitude but pure intent. It was a total mindfuck for Dick as he felt himself getting aroused. In the darkness, he rubbed through his leggings. His head rested upon his arm as he looked downward, the growing bulge within his suit.

But the door opened, a stream of light entering the dark room. The light abovehead flickered on, giving the room a harsh contrast between light and dark as Dick’s hair became illuminated against the beams. Dick looked up to see a shadowy figure. As the figure approched the table, it was shown to be Damian. He had a look of remorse upon his face, though grudging to look Dick eye-to-eye. He sat upon the table, slouched over. He blushed, but it was hidden within the shadows of the room, as his hard-on. “Damian...I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so-“

“No. I was being an asshole. You being who you are...while being Batman and dealing with me. Damn...I don’t know. The entire reality just hit me in one fucking load... I’m a bad Robin.”

“You’re not...that bad...” Dick tried to play it off. But Damian disagreed. “Okay. You have a lot of work...but I have faith.” His eyes tried to stick to Damian’s face, but it veered down his arm to his gloved hand.

“Right...but I still think training is stupid. How would it help me? I’m already pretty good...just not in saving people...” He sat cross-legged upon the table, where his body towered over Dick. “I don’t know. Training is useless. Tell me one way it would help.”

“Well...” Dick tried to concentrate, but the lighting of the lamp above accentuated Damian’s slender curves. His uniform hugged his body, his crotch basically in fron of his face. Damian looked down towards the distracted Dick and grinned.

“Like with this...” He reached over to Dick’s utility belt, softly grazing Dick’s bulge. “This Batarang. You can totally kill someone with this. Just one slice. I mean, look at how it just cuts through my padded leggings...” He spread open his legs in front of Dick and took the blade of the Batarang next to his groin. With a precise movement up, it ripped open a slit. It curved upwards, around, and then back down. Upon removing the Batarang, Damian grabbed a loose tag of cloth and pulled on it, ripping his leggings, showing his soft, exposed cock to Grayson. It was cut, exposing a pink head. “See. Why use weapons so lethal when saving people? My father would never allow guns, and this borderline the same standard...right..Grayson?”

Dick was mesmerized by the boy’s cock, how it sat there. Damian then took off one of his gloves and tossed it aside as he licked a finger. With the other fingers, he grasped onto the fabric covering his hole, revealing a nice pink hole to Dick. “Mmm...but I am sure you know what my father wants...you are acquainted with him well, as you said...” He started to rim his fingers around the supple hole, his cock starting to twitch and grow.

I can’t believe this. He thought. This brat...is getting off in front of me... His hand continued to knead at his erection, constrianed by the elastic lycra. There was no forethought into his actions except for the acknowledgment that Damian was giving him a show. His small fingers breached his hole, causing his cock to spring straight up. He let out a cute gasp. “Teach me...teach me how a Batman should fuck his Robin...” Damian played some more with his hole. “And show me how you’d fuck me when I’m a naughty boy wonder.”

Dick didn’t hesitate with his request, as he leaned forward and took the boy’s cock in his mouth. It twitched as it felt the warm, moist tongue twirling itself around his exposed tip. He bobbed his head , being able to take in the boy’s length as he tasted the salty precum starting to ooze from the boy’s tip. Damian moaned as he thrusted his hips forward. “Mmm...yeah...You like your little Robin fucking your face...” He grunted. Dick loved how dirty Damian talked. “Fuck...finger me, Grayson...” He ordered. Dick released Damian’s dick from his mouth and chuckled.

“You don’t give me orders, Robin. Remember: I’m teaching you...” He licked the sides of the white cock, trialing down to his smooth balls and further down to his hole. It was soft, pink, and luscious, already glistening from being played with. He lapped the hole, causing Damian to gasp suddenly. He commenced licking, where his tongue intruded the boy’s hole.

“Aw...fuck, Grayson...” He moaned.

“No names during training.” Batman retorted. He made it ready and wet, fully prepared for the next lesson. Batman stood up, unveiling his cock, which was throbbing and dripping with precum, glistening in the lamplight. His cock rested upon Robin’s entrance, prodding at his tight, pink hole. He writhed a bit, trying to take it in himself, but Batman held his legs in place. “And don’t do anything against orders.” He sternly said. He continued to tease the boy with the head of his cock.

Robin took from his utility belt a bottle and handed it to Batman. “Use this...” He whimpered. It was a bottle of lubricant. Batman looked at the horny boy with certain interest. He grunted and blushed as he tried to explain himself. “When you leave me in the Batmobile...I get bored easily...” Batman chuckled and proceeded to lub his dick and Robin’s tight hole. As he eased in, a small scream escaladed from the boy’s mouth. Through his mask, he saw the boy’s eyes wincing in pain.

“All right there?” He asked.

“...heh...” Robin snickered. “I’ve been shot...and stabbed...this is nothing...god, fuck...” His hole suddenly tightened around Batman’s length. “I’ve only practiced this...a few times.” He admitted.

“That’s okay, but relax yourself.” Batman grunted. Goddamn, he’s so tight...I can barely move... He thought. As Robin’s hole relaxed, Batman found it easier to slide in, although still tight. As he entered, his cock rubbed against Robin’s spongy spot, causing the boy wonder to moan and arch his back upwards.

“Oh my fucking god, Batman!” He looked up through masked eyes to see the dark hero gritting his teeth at his sidekick. “M..more. Please fuck me more. Plow my little ass...” He growled.

As Robin got used to Batman’s size, the dark knight sped up his thrusting. He lifted the kid up and into his arms, thrusting upwards into him. I can’t believe I’m actually fucking Damian... He thought. God...seeing this kid all horny and riled up...and that scowl as he talks dirty to me...fuck...

He felt himself close to cumming. His body tensed up, every muscle dedicated to thrusting every single drop of cum within Robin. He moaned as his cock throbbed, pumping the boy with his seed, coating his cock and making his hole even slipperier. His body was sweaty and he grunted and panted. He smiled, but Robin was a bit unsatisfied.

“But..is that it? Batman, surely you can teach me more...” He whispered into Batman’s ears. His legs wrapped as much around the body of the hero as it could. He took his hands and supported himself on Batman’s shoulders as he hoisted himself up, grinding and sliding himself upon the man’s cock. Even when he had cum lubricating himself, Robin proved himself just as tight as before. “Mm...I think that maybe you’d like to savour this moment.” He said. “Because often does a Batman get to fuck his little boy wonder?”

“Heh...not enough...” Batman groaned, walking back to a wall, leaning and supporting himself against it as Robin did the work. “Was this your plan all along, Robin? Piss me off and do this to me?”

“Plan? I don’t need a plan to fuck with you, Grayson.” Damian grinned. He sped up his movements, his body bouncing and ginding Grayson’s cock as the precum from his oozing dick made slippery messes upon the batsuit. Even though he just came, Dick felt a rising pressure within him.

“D...damian...” He said. “Gonna cum...again...” Damian snickered, feeling Grayson’s dick twitch and press his insides, massaging his sweet spot as he dumps his load within the boy’s sweet hole.

They continued this, Damian feeling the need to take advantage of Grayson. He took dominance as they tried various other positions, while never resting between orgasms. Damian even demanded a demonstration of the Bat-lassos on himself, where Dick proceeded to tie off Damian’s arms and put them behind his head.

“After this...I am done...” Dick said. “We’ve been doing this for almost 3 hours...” He grew sore and weary.

“I’m not lettinng you leave until you make me cum...” Damian grunted.

“D-Damien, you little brat...this is the last time...” He groaned as he thrusted.

“Come on Grayson, stop being a fucking pussy. You only came 5 times.” Damian teased, grinning while tied up. He was a bit frustrated, wanting to cum so badly after three hours of only oozing precum.

The sixth time came, him dumping the very last drop of his seed into Damian. As he retreated, Damian let out a cute wimper as he fel t the hot cum dripping out of his body. “Mmm...make me cum...” He cooed. Dick smiled at the docile looking Damian, who was a bit domesticated from the fucking and more managable for Dick to have.

“Only if you promise to pay attention and follow orders...” Grayson added. Damian was a bit ambivalent, but he nodded. Dick took Damian’s cock into his mouth, once again tasting that salty taste upon his tongue. His mouth wrapped around it as his tongue pressed against the soft underside, milking more precum out of him. Damian moaned as he felt the clear fluid being pushed out. Dick sucked and bobbed his head, feeling the little boy’s sleek, slender legs around his head. Two of his fingers plunged into the loosened Damian, feeling the damage he did to the kid as he explored it. Curling his fingers upward, he pressed against his spot, massaging it.

“Oh...oh god...aw...FUCK!” Damian built up to his climax, a stream of cum flowed from the small slit of his cock and into Dick’s mouth. For a kid...he started early...when I was with Bruce, I shot blanks until I was thirteen... He thought as he gulped the hot, sticky cum. He withdrew his mouth, lapping up the seed that flowed lazily down Damian’s still throbbing cock. He lied there, panting as his mentor licked his cock. Damian looked down with a sly grin. “Heh...so what’s the evaluation?”

Dick grinned. “I’d give it a passing grade. Next time, don’t use names. And don’t be so impulsive. Now we have to fix your suit.” Dick laughed as he held Damian up in his arms, but Damian blushed and tried to wriggle free.

“Fuckin...stop it...” He was embarrassed, certainly. “Let me down...”

“Could you even walk?” Dick chuckled. He let the boy down softly, kissing his forehead.

“Of course I can...geez...” He took a step, buckled a bit. “Godamn...Being a Robin’s harder than I thought...” He had a slight smile as Dick helped him.

A few hours later, Alfred noticed how Damian was in his bed, resting with his uniform torn apart beside him. He looked restful, cute...almost actually happy. This intruigued Alfred to no end as he picked up the costume. “Master Grayson. I wonder what you two do to destroy something like this...I guess I can move soap opera night to another evening...” He snickered as he let the sleeping Damian sleep.

Damian was half asleep as Alfred left, faintly remembering what Dick told him one secret. “After every rough ‘training’, Batman would have me shred and burn my costume so it looked as if it was a hard days work. But I am sure Alfred was smarter than I was back then.”