Welcome to the latest chapter of my DC stories. Thank you all for the votes and positive comments. This series will have more entries than the previous Robin vs the Gotham City Sirens series now that I've figured out my writing style and can stop stealing the ideas of much better authors.

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It'd been a fortnight since Batman left.

He said he'd only be gone the rest of the evening. Just enough time to get Catwoman's blood and a sample of the unrefined fear toxin to a lab owned by a Wayne Corp subsidiary. A few hours later, Robin got the call. This toxin was more potent than expected, far more than anything Scarecrow had cooked up before. Batman suspected Scarecrow had assistance, perhaps acquired the chemical ingredients from... unusual sources. He needed to utilise all the resources at his disposal.

After the call wrapped up, Robin didn't know whether to laugh or shiver. 'All the resources' meant one thing, but it was amazing how Batman couldn't refer to them by name. It was as if they were a secret shame. Or an odious chore.

So Robin was left with patrolling Gotham. First solo gig. No safety net. No backup. Batgirl was out of town and it was just him with Alfred on comms. And the comms only had bad news.

The criminals were getting bolder.

Dent, in a grotesque offering to his legal past and dual-personality, had kidnapped several prosecutors and defence attorneys. He forced them to participate in mock trials while he presided as judge and jury. Any guilty verdict was met with the death penalty, naturally carried out by Dent himself with a nine-millimetre Beretta full of hollow-point rounds. No matter how effectively the terrified lawyers argued their cases, Dent would always decide on the flip of his coin. To make things worse, it was being streamed online. Robin just saw an associate of Reeves, Beaumont and Twain get his head blown off on YouTube.

Killer Croc had thrown himself into a mob war between the Maroni mafia and the Triads. The Triads hired him to take out several Maroni capos partying on a yacht in Miller Harbour. Croc had free reign over the yacht for twenty minutes before Robin arrived and knocked the beast down with a combination of tranquilisers and shock batons. He'd only left once he was satisfied Gotham PD could transport the unconscious Croc to Arkham. Robin didn't envy the cops. Croc had been thorough, and a red yacht drifted back to shore towards the police. The yacht was white when it left its mooring a few hours ago.

Mercifully, the Joker was nowhere to be found. For whatever reason, Batman's absence seemed to have killed whatever motivation the Joker had for crime. It was like the Clown Prince was hibernating until his true nemesis returned. Robin was prepared to build an entire church himself to keep that particular miracle going.

Robin knew he couldn't stem this tide alone. The only thing that would be keeping Batman is that it was something important. Something that threatened more than just Gotham. Something that threatened the country, perhaps even the world.

Robin shuddered. He knew what types Batman mixed with when it came to global threats. That kind of thing was way out of his league. Metahumans, aliens and weirder still. And he'd had his share of weird lately.

Harley's girlish giggling in his ear as she pulled off his gauntlets --

Robin shook the thoughts away.

Focus.

There'd been a string of break-ins at various biology labs across the city. Experimental specimens were going missing, and the specimens were all plants.

It fit Poison Ivy's MO perfectly.

Robin sucked air in through his teeth as he watched the next target. He managed to persuade the lab's research directors to publish an article about a project similar to the work done at the other labs. The article was a total sham, but hopefully it would be enough to draw Ivy out.

It was.

A car with tinted windows pulled up outside the lab's security gate. A single figure in a long coat and hat climbed out of the car. Robin pulled out a monocular to get a better look. The coat had its collar pulled up to the neck. He couldn't tell if the figure was male or female. The hat prevented him from seeing anything of the face or hair.

The figure raised a gloved hand. The concrete under the security gate cracked as thick brown roots forced their way up through the pavement, wrapping around the gate and violently pulling it down. The metal shrieked in protest as it bent and warped. Within seconds, the gate had been forced open and the figure walked past.

Ivy. Definitely Ivy.

Robin switched to a vantage points on the lab's roof. He got a glimpse of red hair tucked beneath the collar of Ivy's coat.

Red hair that smelled like wildflowers as she slid her tongue into ­­­­--

Robin shook the thoughts away again.

Ivy swiped a stolen keycard and moved into the building itself. She strode past the reception desk and towards the research stations.

Robin breathed and moved. He opened the roof exit and crept downstairs to the research level. White-tiled floors reached in every direction. Offices with dull grey furniture and pale blue carpet. Abstract corporate art.

There was the sound of movement. Robin slid forward. It was bright in here. Low ceilings. No dark corners or rafters to hide in. He'd have to be careful.

Robin pushed his way through a set of double doors into a long hallway. The hallway led deeper into the lab, and this section had research stations on either side. The research stations were collections of workbenches and cabinets, divided into individual rooms by glass walls. Ivy was searching one such station for a specimen that didn't exist.

Robin stood in the doorway behind Ivy. "There's nothing here, doctor."

Ivy whirled around. Robin could feel the floor shake and he imagined her plant allies racing through the ground to reach them. But then Ivy saw who it was. She smiled.

"Oh! Hello, handsome," Ivy said casually. The floor stopped shaking. "What's not here?"

"The specimen," Robin answered. "The lab's article was a fake to draw you out."

"Looks like it worked," Ivy purred as she took off her hat and the crimson waterfall of hair fell free. She slid the coat from her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

Ivy was radiant in the lab's bright light. She was wearing a unitard of tightly woven leaves, with lime-green boots that reached just short of her curvaceous thighs. Leafy bracelets climbed up her forearms. Her breasts were just as full and sumptuous as Robin remembered. Then there was the perfect hourglass figure with the wide hips and slim waist. Long legs. Plump crimson lips. Her skin was the same emerald as it was in the clearing.

In the clearing. With Harley.

Ivy idly played with her red curls, rolling a strand of hair around her finger. She smirked as Robin's eyes dropped to ogle her. "What are we going to do now?"

Robin brought his gaze back up. Already he could feel control slipping away. "I'm take -- taking you in!"

The buxom redhead laughed. "Oh, come now. Are you sure that's what you want to do? Wouldn't you rather do... something else?"

Robin shook his head. "Lose the tricks, Ivy. It won't work this time."

"Cheap Vegas magicians do tricks," Ivy said sharply. "I don't. Although I did make you see God. My own kind of magic."

"Cute."

"I thought so," Ivy ran her hands down her sides and bit her lip seductively. "Are you up for a little more? You won't have to chase me this time."

Robin didn't answer.

"Unless you want to," Ivy murmured. One hand slid up her inner thigh, while the grabbed her full breast. "I love making a man work for it. It gets me soooo wet. My little honeypot just dripping..."

"I said stop!" Robin snapped. "That won't work a second time. Now like I said: I'm taking you in!"

Ivy scowled back at him. She sighed and shrugged. "Can't blame a woman for trying. Can I at least put my coat on? I don't want some perv in lockup looking at me."

Robin nodded and Ivy picked up the coat. He should've been suspicious. If something's too easy...

In one smooth motion, Ivy threw the heavy coat at Robin. The rumbling beneath the floor resumed. Robin dodged the coat and jumped up onto the nearest workbench as thick roots burst out of the white floor and grabbed at where his ankles would've been. There was a smash of glass. Robin looked up and saw Ivy had slammed through the wall into the next research station and was hightailing it down the hallway.

Robin leapt into pursuit.

Ivy headed deeper into the lab, searching for an exit. She passed more research stations and testing rooms. Occasionally, she would try a door, but each time she was met with a locked handle. The hallway ran out before long. Robin rounded the corner and found Ivy feverishly tugging at another locked door. She turned and faced him, panting slightly.

"All right, Boy Wonder," she breathed. "Didn't your boss tell you not to hit a lady?"

"You're no lady!" Robin snapped back.

"Well, we both know that's a lie," Ivy laughed.

She charged him.

Robin brought his arms up but Ivy went low, aiming a kick at Robin's leg. Robin felt his knee buckle and he dropped as Ivy slammed an elbow into his face. Robin turned to the side, making it a glancing blow, but he still felt stars explode behind his eyes.

Robin looked down and tucked his arms around his head, protecting his temples and chin. With one elbow facing forward, he charged Ivy like a battering ram, knocking her off balance. Ivy fell back and Robin grabbed her forearm, yanking it around the back of her body and locking her into an arm bar.

"Ah!" Ivy shrieked. "Ow! Stop that!"

"No," Robin said flatly.

He pulled Ivy up. The fight had clearly gone out of her. She glowered as Robin placed a firm hand on her shoulder while the other kept her arm locked behind her. He marched her down the hallway towards the lab's exit.

Ivy struggled and protested. "There's plenty more dangerous types out tonight! Why did you have to rain on my parade?!"

"Because you were robbing places for fuck knows what and this was the best way to catch you."

"And I'm the most dangerous of them all?" Ivy pressed. "I'm the one that needs all your attention?"

"I'm not giving you all my attention," Robin spat as they walked. "You're just one of my errands this evening. I'm multi-tasking."

Ivy laughed mockingly. "So feisty, Boy Wonder. Then again, I do know what it's like to have your... undivided attention."

"You became a man inside me tonight!" Ivy said as her eyes bored into Robin's and she rolled her hips ­--

Robin was so distracted that he almost walked into Ivy, but he snapped back into his stride and tightened his grip on her. It wasn't enough. She noticed. Ivy smiled to herself and changed her approach. "Are you the one to take me to jail?"

"GPD can handle that."

"You sure?" Ivy asked sceptically. "You should probably search me to make sure I don't have anything... illegal before they take me in."

Robin noticed a little extra sway in Ivy's step.

"Stop that. I said it won't work," Robin said as his eyes soaked up her lovely bottom.

"I don't know what you mean," Ivy said innocently. She turned her head to the side and ran her tongue over her lips.

Plump lips pressed against his ­­--

"You know exactly what I mean," Robin said.

They were almost at reception. A few more steps and they'd be outside. He just had to make it outside. Only a few more steps.

"I have another theory," Ivy began. "Perhaps you lured me out because you want to -- what's the phrase -- get in touch with nature?"

"No," Robin shook his head.

Ivy stopped walking. Robin ran straight into her, his groin pressed against her backside. Ivy leaned her head back onto Robin's shoulder and faced him. Deep, emerald pools bored into his eyes. They were mesmerising. Almost... hypnotic.

"It's all right," Ivy cooed. "If anything, it's the most natural thing in the world."

Robin stayed right where he was, luxuriating in the feeling of her warm, supple body. Ivy began to move her butt in small circles against his groin.

"Stop..." Robin said softly. He felt his protests weakening. He could smell her now. Wild forest and animalistic lust.

"Then again," Ivy began. "There's nothing natural about what I'm going to do to you..."

Robin's ears twitched at the steely edge in Ivy's voice, but it was too late. Ivy jerked forward, sliding out of his grip. She cartwheeled away and her boots sailed past Robin's face. He sprinted forward to catch her off balance, but Ivy had moved too quickly. Spinning on the spot with the grace of a ballerina, she met him head on as he charged her, fiddling with something in her leafy armband.

Oh, no.

Ivy held her arm out and a cloud of pink vapour puffed from her wrist, straight into Robin's face. Ivy caught him as he charged, sliding out his path and using a judo move and to throw him down. Robin gasped as he hit the ground. He rolled and came to a stop on his back. He tried to get up put Ivy placed a long leg on his chest and pushed him down.

"Mmm," Ivy sighed contentedly as she sat on Robin's stomach. Her hands rested on his chest. "Don't fight it."

Robin could already feel his inhibitions bubbling to the surface. Ivy's venom was more powerful than last time. His cock was already straining to be free. But her toxins had their limits. Like any drug, the body could burn through it with enough adrenaline. He just had to keep fighting it. Resisting it.

"Last time I had to share you with Harley," Ivy said. "Not tonight, I think."

Robin's jaw stiffened and the blood truly began to flow to his loins. He just had to push her off and put her back in a restraint.

Come on!

"And the venom I gave you was a more refined version. Specifically tailored in case I ran into you again. You'll definitely be feeling the effects by now."

Resist. Resist.

"Means you'll have an excuse," Ivy leaned forward, exposing a deep, pale green cleavage. "Some way to justify all this. I mean, having sex with Poison Ivy?!"

Robin stared back.

"What would people say after they heard you fucked a supervillain?" Ivy smiled wickedly. "A second time, too! What would your boss say?"

Ivy leaned forward and pressed her lips against Robin's cheek. She kissed further down until she reached his jaw, moving along his neck.

"But those people don't matter," Ivy whispered. "And besides, no one has to know. It'll be our little secret."

Ivy guided one of his gauntleted hands and raised it to her breast. His other hand slid up to the full swell of her bottom of its own volition. Ivy closed her eyes and moaned as he squeezed her yielding flesh.

Ivy stood up and extended her hand. "Come with me."

Robin reached out and she helped him to her feet. It was then he realised the toxin wasn't a paralytic. He was horny as hell, but he could move!

Ivy saw the realisation on his face. "I said it was tailored for you. We can be a little more active this time."

Grabbing his hand, she pulled Robin into a nearby office and pushed him down on a couch. Standing in front of him, Ivy discarded her outfit. She didn't take it off as much as let it fall off in a burst of leaves. She was naked, but kept her long boots and bracelets on. Kneeling down and pushing Robin's legs apart, she deftly undid his trousers and pulled out the young man's stiff cock. Ivy massaged it with one hand and fondled a large tit in the other. She looked up at Robin and pouted coquettishly.

"Did my lips feel good around your dick?" she asked.

Robin nodded. "So good... really good."

"Better than Harley's?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Knew it," Ivy laughed. And with one smooth motion she swallowed his cock whole.

Robin's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Ivy's warm mouth suck on him. She was more aggressive than he remembered, sliding her mouth up and down his full length with gusto. Robin looked down and met the busty criminal's bright green eyes. Ivy winked up at him and began to play with her plump tits, rolling them around in her hands as she moaned around the mouthful of cock she was taking.

Robin ran his hands through her soft red curls, caressing the smooth skin of her bare shoulders. It was so wrong, but so right. No woman had ever touched him the way Ivy and Harley had. And he'd never thought about any woman like he did about them. For over a fortnight, he could only get to sleep after jerking off to the memory of that night. And even then, they would invade his dreams, with promises of greater pleasure.

Ivy began to swirl her tongue around Robin's cockhead while pumping his shaft in long, powerful strokes. Robin moaned loudly as his pleasure increased. Ivy felt the young man's cock twitch in her hands and stopped pumping. Instead, she shuffled forward and grabbed her hefty boobs. Releasing Robin's cock from her mouth with a pop, she let it fall into her cleavage, smothering him in titflesh. She began to slide her tits up and down his lubricated shaft.

"Oh, Ivy, that feels so good!" Robin groaned.

"Yeah? You like that, Boy Wonder? You like me using my tits on your fat dick?"

Robin nodded. "You're my favourite villain!"

Ivy laughed. "Yeah? Your favourite villain?"

She squeezed her tits tightly around Robin's shaft and teasingly ran her tongue around the head of his cock. "The one you like to catch because she'll do this to you?"

"Yes," Robin moaned. "Definitely, yes!"

Ivy smiled and returned to pumping his dick with her tits. "And that's not the only thing!"

Ivy stood up and slid gracefully onto the couch, her legs on either side of Robin. She rubbed his cock against the warm lips of her inviting pussy, then moaned as she sank onto him.

"Uuuhhhh!"

"Oh, God! Ivy!" Robin groaned.

"Yessss, Robin!" Ivy agreed. "Honey, you fill me up so good!"

Ivy's hot pussy gripped Robin firmly as she rocked on him. Biting her lip, Ivy dropped one hand to play with her clit. Robin reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing the large orbs.

"Play with my nipples!" Ivy ordered.

Robin obliged and began to flick and pinch Ivy's dark green nipples. He was rewarded with a new octave of moans from the lovely redhead. She grabbed a handful of Robin's hair and shoved his face into her cleavage. He began to suck and kiss at her nipples. "Oh, Robin! That's it!"

Ivy tasted like sweat and sin. More of her pheromones were invading Robin's body, driving him further into the depths of desire. He teased a nipple with his tongue and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Ivy squealed with pleasure but felt control slipping away from her. She pushed Robin's head back against the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and licking around his ear.

"You like how supervillain pussy feels?" Ivy whispered as she bounced harder on Robin's cock.

"Yes!"

"Oh, such a bad boy," Ivy dripped seduction. "You don't want to protect people. You just want to... fuck... a supervillain... like me," Ivy punctuated every statement with a powerful slam down on Robin's cock.

"Maybe we can make this an regular thing," Ivy said, leaning back and playing with her tits again. "You let me escape every now and then, and... well on the times you catch me, I'll just have to show you I've learned my lesson. Prooove how sorry I am."

Ivy brought one of Robin's fingers to her mouth and sucked on it. "And I can prove it all night long."
Robin changed tack and grabbed Ivy's full butt, pulling her deeper onto his cock. Ivy groaned loudly and rocked harder, grinding herself onto the young crimefighter. Robin timed his pulls in line with the movements of her hips and he felt Ivy's pussy walls twitch around him as she squeezed him tighter. Ivy arched her back and grabbed Robin's shoulders for balance, riding Robin faster and faster.

"Oh, Robin! Yes! Like that! FUCK! YES!"

Robin's cock jerked. "Fuck, Ivy! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum with me, darling! Give it to me! Give it to me! Give ­­-- OOOOHHHHHHHH!"

The two lovers moaned together as they reached their climaxes. Jet after jet of hot cum shot into Ivy and her pussy milked everything from her young partner. Covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Robin grabbed the back of Ivy's head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Ivy's eyes widened in surprise but she soon relaxed, letting the younger man slide a tongue into her mouth. He wasn't actually a bad kisser.

Robin leaned back, panting, and Ivy collapsed as well, resting on his muscled shoulders. She sighed contentedly.

There was a loud bang from down the hallway, at the entrance to the research stations. Ivy's ears pricked up and she clambered off Robin, a whirlwind of leaves appearing and forming her clothing. She looked at Robin as he was pulling his pants and armour back on. "Is it him?"

Robin shook his head. "He would've called. Someone for you?"

"No one knew I was here," Ivy said.

Hero and villain prepared themselves for whatever was coming. Robin tightened the last strap of his armour and yanked a pair of batons from their sheaths on his back. Ivy flexed her fingers and focused on manipulating the few pot plants nearby that would be large enough for her purposes. Already the plants were mutating, long tendrils sprouting from the soil.

There was silence. Ivy and Robin looked at each other.

The wall in front of them exploded in a shower of plaster and dust. Robin protected his face from the dust cloud with the hem of his cape. Ivy ducked behind a desk.

Two figures stood in the dusty haze where the wall used to be.

"Robin!"

He recognised the voice instantly. "Boss?"

Batman, cloaked and cowled, stood next to a figure that was... wow.

She was tall, easily six feet. A long mane of silky black hair reached her shoulders. It was held off her face by a golden headband. A metal bustier, the colour of rust and dried blood, held up a pair of magnificent breasts. They were made even more noticeable as the upper segment of the bustier was bright gold and in the shape of a triumphant eagle. Its wings were splayed outwards and hugged her bosom.

A gladiator's skirt of dark blue leather straps reached down to her knees, but it couldn't hide the creamy skin of her muscled thighs. Her feet and shins were protected by heeled boots, the same rust red as her bustier. A golden short sword was at her waist, along with some kind of lasso or whip. A dark blue cloak trailed on the floor, and at the moment it was thrown backwards, baring the skin of her shoulders.

Golden armbands wrapped around her wrists and in one hand she held a bronze shield, which was being shaken free of any dust and plaster bits. Her figure, while covered in armour and weapons and definitely holding muscle, was softened by enough feminine curves to still make any man stare.

But it was her face that captured Robin the most. Bright blue eyes, full sensual lips, an aquiline nose and strong, square jawline. She looked like royalty.

"Hail!" she called, raising her free hand while the other slid her shield onto her back.

"Umm... what?" Robin asked, looking at Batman.

"Robin, this is Wonder Woman," Batman said. "She's a... colleague."

"Nonsense, Batman!" Wonder Woman shook her head. "That does not do justice to what we've done together. We are comrades-in-arms!"

A flicker of movement made her gaze snap to the desk Ivy was hiding behind. "You there! Stop lurking in the dark! Step forward or suffer my wrath!"

"I don't lurk!" Ivy snapped standing up. She gave Wonder Woman a withering gaze. "And tone it down, Stripper of Troy!"

"Ivy!" Batman stepped forward, fists clenched. He turned to his sidekick. "Robin! What is this?"

"I was in the middle of apprehending her when you blew a hole in the wall!" Robin snapped. "I thought something worse was coming our way."

Batman looked around the room. Seemingly satisfied, he grunted. Then he saw the outline of sweat on the couch that Robin and Ivy had been enthusiastically fucking on second ago. Then came the final nail in the coffin.

Wonder Woman sniffed the air. "It smells like a brothel in here. Batman, what is this place?"

"It's not a brothel," Batman answered curtly.

Shit.

Batman turned to Ivy. "Doctor, this is your lucky night. I don't know what you've been doing with him, but it stops now."

Ivy shrugged and folded her arms defiantly. "I've done nothing that he didn't already want."

Robin threw a pleading expression at Ivy. Come on!

"Silence, green harlot!" Wonder Woman snapped.

"Harlot?!" Ivy sputtered. "Oh, you did not ­-- "

Batman flicked his wrist and a small device flew out and stuck to Ivy's neck. It buzzed loudly and Ivy dropped, jerking uncontrollably. Batman walked over, snapping on cuffs and covering her mouth and nose with a mask to limit her hypnotic powers. He tapped his comm. "Alfred? Ivy's been neutralised. Get a GPD pickup at these coordinates."

He turned to Robin. His voice did not brook any protest. "Come with us. Now."

Robin followed Batman meekly. He walked past Wonder Woman, who simply looked at both of them with mild confusion before falling in.

Once outside, Batman summoned his jet. A sleek, mean-looking shape appeared in the sky above them and opened a hatch. Batman and Robin, with practiced ease, shot maghooks into its belly and slid upwards. Once inside, Robin drew in his line and looked around. The jet was about the size of a small private plane, with an extensive cockpit and rear seating for nearly eight others.

He turned around to see how Wonder Woman was going to get into the jet when there was a thud and she appeared beside him. She walked right past and settled into a seat in the cockpit, throwing her cloak to one side. She didn't have any equipment he could see that could allow her to do that. Even the lasso would be too short.

How did she get here? Robin wondered. We're over fifty feet off the ground!

"How fast can this flying machine get us to the Watchtower?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Fast enough," Batman grunted. "Robin, strap in. We're going into orbit."

"We're going into space?" Robin said, fumbling with his seatbelt.

Batman didn't answer. There was only the thrust of g-force as the jet shot into the sky. It cleared the clouds over Gotham, but it kept going. Robin's teeth rattled inside his head and he looked to the side to see the horizon fading. He turned around to see Wonder Woman looking as serene as if she were sitting on a park bench somewhere. What the hell was she that she could take this kind of acceleration without even a grimace?

The sky became darker and darker. More stars began to appear and Robin felt odd and imbalanced. They must be getting high. Gravity was starting to have less effect on them. Within minutes, one of those stars grew and grew until it took the form of a long, cylindrical construct. A space station.

"You have a... a space station?" Robin asked with awe. Even after all these years, Batman still had surprises.

"It's not just mine," Batman corrected.

Wonder Woman nodded. "Indeed. This place provides sanctuary for several others."

"Others?" Robin asked. "Like you?"

Wonder Woman cocked an eyebrow at Robin. He swallowed nervously, but she laughed at his expression and winked coyly at him. "There are no others like me."

Batman steered the jet into a hanger that yawned open on one side of the station. The doors slid shut behind them and a docking tunnel reached out and clamped onto the side of the jet. There was a hiss of pressure and Batman opened the door. Robin got up unsteadily adjusting to what he expected was some form of artificial gravity. He almost fell over but Wonder Woman caught him.

"Ha! You walk like a foal!" she laughed, revealing perfect white teeth.

Robin murmured his thanks and pulled himself away, trying to find his balance and trying to forget Wonder Woman's scent of spice and waxed leather.

"This way," Batman opened the hatch and entered the docking tunnel. Robin followed and Wonder Woman brought up the rear again.

"Robin, I'm sending you the location of your quarters," Batman tapped something on his gauntlet and a data package arrived on Robin's comm with a ping. "Wonder Woman and I need to speak."

***

"What troubles you, Batman?" Wonder Woman asked after Robin was out of earshot. "Is it your companion?"

"Yes," Batman answered shortly.

"I sense he was consorting with that harlot," Wonder Woman continued. "Is that a problem?"

"Of course it's a problem!" Batman snapped suddenly. "Poison Ivy has blood on her hands and she excels at manipulation. He seems to have forgotten this!"

"It's what men do when faced with beauty," Wonder Woman said. "He is a man, yes?"

Batman looked at her silently.

Wonder Woman elaborated. "He has enjoyed the company of women before?"

"Not that I know of," Batman murmured. "And it's not my place to pry."

"I disagree," Wonder Woman said. "He is at the age where such things are appropriate. If he cannot find passion on his own terms, passion will find him when he least expects it."

"What do you suggest? I hire him an escort?" Batman countered.

"An escort?"

"A whore."

"Not ideal," Wonder Woman shook her head. "It needs to be someone with whom a connection can be established. Emotional as well as physical intimacy. I'll wager the only reason he lay with her is because she made him feel both things."

"Every word out of Poison Ivy's mouth is a lie," Batman snarled. "Robin should never have fallen for that."

"But he did," Wonder Woman pressed. "So either your training did not prepare him for deception or she exploited what he was lacking in life. What do you think is more likely?"

Batman didn't answer.

"Let me train with him," Wonder Woman offered. "I can provide instruction. He is distracted, guilty. He needs to be steeled against what's coming. We all do."

"Go," Batman waved a gauntleted hand. "Just go. I have to review some surveillance data."

Wonder Woman nodded solemnly and swept away.

***

The quarters were better than what Robin expected. A single bunk on one side with storage drawers, a desk and chair bolted to the floor. A clothes locker on another wall and a small adjoining bathroom.

Robin removed his armour and lay it out on the floor in his quarters. As was standard practice after each night, he inspected every piece for damage or fault. Then he would clean them, repaint any chips or scratches and store them.

Robin was still distracted. Poison Ivy's scent was still all over him. He climbed into a shower to wash it off. A few minutes into his shower, he heard a loud knocking on his door.

"Robin?" a female voice called.

Shit, it's her!

"Uh, don't come in!" Robin yelled, grabbing a towel.

He heard the door slide open anyway and Wonder Woman strode into his quarters, looking around until she saw Robin climbing out of the shower.

"I said don't come in!" Robin yelled, quickly covering himself.

"Be calm, Robin," Wonder Woman said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Meet me in the training room when you're done."

She turned to leave, but before she did, gave Robin a brief up-and-down look. Her mouth twitched in what could've been a smile as she examined his wet and lean body.

She stalked out of his quarters.

Robin looked back, nonplussed. Was she just checking me out?

He dried off, put his armour back on, and went after her.

***

Robin was able to make his way to the training room without difficulty. The hallways of the space station were well-signed. He came to the door of the training room. It slid open as he approached, revealing a long, cavernous space.

Wonder Woman stood in the middle of it. She turned. "Ah. Good."

Wonder Woman walked towards the training room door and unclasped her blue cloak. She also removed her shield and sword. She pressed her hand on a control pad and a panel popped out, revealing a slide-out storage locker. Wonder Woman carefully placed the items in the locker and removed another sword.

Wonder Woman noticed Robin's bemused expression. "Were I to use my real blade, it would cleave you in two."

"Okaaay," Robin said doubtfully.

"Besides, I won't need it," Wonder Woman said boastfully.

Robin heard it in her voice. A challenge.

"You say that now," Robin said, responding to her challenge.

Wonder Woman laughed, a confident, contralto chuckle that made Robin swallow. "Some spirit! Shall we?"

Robin walked towards the centre of the room where Wonder Woman pointed. He turned to see her slide the storage locker back into the wall and press some more buttons on a control pad of some kind. Seemingly satisfied, she nodded and walked towards him, twirling her sword.

Wonder Woman stopped a few paces from Robin and raised her sword in salute. "Begin!"

Without waiting, she charged forward with lightning speed. Robin barely had time to slip his batons from their sheaths and block a downward slash. He felt the force of the strike shoot through his body. It was like being hit with a tree trunk.

Wonder Woman backed away. "Excellent. Fast draw. Now we test defence."

With a rapid quick-step she lunged at Robin's gut. He parried it to the side with one of his batons and struck her sword arm with the second. The baton simply bounced of her metal armband. Wonder Woman didn't flinch from the strike.

"Good. Offence and defence at the same time," Wonder Woman said approvingly.

"There is no victory in defence," Robin said. "And any defence should be the prelude to an attack."

"Sensible maxims," Wonder Woman nodded. "Let's test your attack."

Wonder Woman adopted a neutral guard and held her sword across her body. Robin moved forward, batons whirling. A flurry of blows clanged off Wonder Woman's sword. She moved with near inhuman speed, deftly blocking each one.

Robin increased his pace and his blows came harder and faster. Wonder Woman took a step back under the staggering weight of his baton strikes. Robin pressed forward and Wonder Woman took another step back.

She smiled. "That's enough."

She blocked one of Robin's batons with her armband and the other was flicked away by her sword. She snaked under his arm and grabbed his shoulder. The pommel of her sword slammed into his gut. Robin gasped and slacked his grip. Wonder Woman let go and hit him again in the chest with an open-hand strike. Robin stayed standing but the force of the strike was strong enough for him to slide back several metres.

"If your attack is going well, you've walked into a trap," Wonder Woman said.

"Noted," Robin wheezed.

"The problem is not your fighting skill," Wonder Woman said thoughtfully. "You have ferocity. Heart. But you lack... maturity. Confidence. There are vulnerabilities easily exploited."

"What do you mean?"

Wonder Woman dropped her sword with a clatter and undid the fastenings of her leather skirt. It slid to the ground.

The bronze skin of her muscled thighs was revealed. Her legs seemed even longer and lither than before, now only clad in an impossibly tight pair of blue hotpants.

Robin's eyes immediately soaked them in.

Wonder Woman picked up her sword and charged him again. Robin fell back under a flurry of thrusts and slashes. Wonder Woman thrust low and Robin had to clumsily block with both batons. For a second, they were eye to eye, their faces inches apart. Wonder Woman's mouth was open as she panted and she licked her upper lip seductively.

Robin was so distracted by plump red lips that he didn't react in time when a sweeping kick took his legs out from underneath him and he fell to the ground in a heap. Wonder Woman stood over him, a powerful, sexual image of victory.

She pointed her sword at him. "Yield."

Robin rolled away and flipped back onto his feet. Wonder Woman charged again. Robin slammed his batons end-to-end and felt the magnetic clamps seal. The tips of the batons lengthened, forming a quarterstaff. He blocked Wonder Woman's haymaker swing and slid the staff behind her leg, trying to flip her over.

Wonder Woman pirouetted around the staff and practically falling backwards into Robin's grasp. Robin brought up the staff against her throat, holding his body against her. She writhed in his grip.

"You yield," he said.

"I think not," Wonder Woman said. She wriggled against him, grinding her body against his. He could smell her silky hair. Already he felt his grip faltering. It felt cruel and wrong to be violent with such a lovely creature.

"Already I feel your spirit breaking," Wonder Woman said. "While other parts... grow."

Wonder Woman's wriggling against Robin had some unexpected results. He had an erection nestled gently in the globes of Wonder Woman's taut, well-muscled ass.

Point made, Wonder Woman stopped moving and simply grabbed the staff Robin held against her neck. Slowly, firmly, she pushed it away. Robin held tight, but she was impossibly strong. With a jerk, she slid it from his grasp and threw it away.

Robin realised the sensual writhing was just a trick. With ease, Wonder Woman whirled around and punched Robin, throwing him to the ground. He lay there, coughing and spluttering.

"You cannot let your urges be used against you," Wonder Woman cautioned. "They must be mastered."

"What... urges?" Robin said in an unconvincing lie.

Wonder Woman was not deceived at all. "You are of age. It is natural to want to enjoy the company of women now."

She sauntered towards him. Robin noticed she was exaggerating her stride, one foot directly in front of the other, like she was on a Parisian catwalk. "And those urges come to the fore during a fight. The thrill of combat is not dissimilar to the rush of passion. And some of those you fight are beautiful women. It is easy to get... confused."

"I'm not confused," Robin countered.

"I disagree," Wonder Woman said. "I can see it in you right now. You want to lie with me."

Robin looked down, ashamed.

"It is natural," Wonder Woman said again. "I come from a place of great beauty. Its land and its people. A paradise, touched by the gods. But the vixens you fight are nothing compared to me."

Robin looked up again. It's true. She was so painfully beautiful to look at. Wonder Woman knelt down and with a single hand, grabbed the shoulder strap of his armour and lifted him slowly into the air. Robin's feet dangled inches off the floor as he looked down at Wonder Woman's arm. The muscles weren't even straining.

She's not human. Not even Bruce is that strong.

The realisation hit him like a blast of cold water.

But she's so perfect...

Wonder Woman lowered Robin to the ground. "You must be your own master. Do you understand?"

"How do I do that?" Robin asked.

Wonder Woman cocked her eyebrow. "How do you think?"

Robin thought for a moment. Then he smiled a devilish grin. He stepped forward onto Wonder Woman's foot and pushed her lightly, knocking her off balance. Wonder Woman's eyes went wide and she fell back in an undignified heap. Robin swooped in as she fell.

"Better," Wonder Woman nodded grudgingly. "Now-"

Wonder Woman didn't finish as Robin leant forward and kissed her. The warrior woman stiffened for a moment, then slid her fingers through Robin's hair. Robin broke the kiss.
Wonder Woman smiled like a pleased teacher. "Much better."

She grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue wormed and licked across the inside of his mouth. Robin moved away and began to kiss around Wonder Woman's neck while stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Wonder Woman sighed contentedly and pushed her chest up. Men couldn't resist the invitation. Robin moved his kisses down her throat to around her shoulders and the top of her chest. He slid a gloved hand across the border of her bustier, where cool metal touched the full swell of her bosom.

She shuddered beneath him and pushed her chest out further. "You dare tease me?"

"Yes," Robin answered shortly.

Wonder Woman laughed that rich, earthy laugh again. "Fast learner."

She slid a hand behind her back and did something. The bustier was instantly loosened and slid to the side, freeing her breasts. They were... magnificent. Round, full, sitting proudly upright on her chest even as she lay back. The perfectly bronzed skin of her breasts were topped with small, dark nipples nestled inside silver-dollar areolas.

Robin practically dived in, sucking, kissing and licking the proud mountains on Wonder Woman's chest. Wonder Woman's hand snaked down to between his legs and began to massage Robin's already firm cock.

"Too much armour," Wonder Woman murmured. Her hand groped for her bustier and emerged with a small knife. Robin's eyes widened. Then he smiled. "I better not move."

"Very fast learner," Wonder Woman smirked. With short, sharp slashes the straps and seals of Robin's armour were cut away. Polymer plates hit the deck and exposed Robin's now-sliced undershirt. Robin grimaced at the last move across his shoulder.

"My apologies," Wonder Woman said. "We better get that looked at."

Sliding the shirt off Robin's shoulders, Wonder Woman looked at the tiny nick she'd made between his neck and collarbone. A thin trickle of blood dripped down a lean, muscular chest. Wonder Woman leaned forward and slowly licked the wound.

"You are something else," Robin said slowly.

"I'm Wonder Woman," she replied. "Who are you?"

"Robin," he answered. Without waiting, he practically jumped on her. Kissing, grabbing, touching. Wonder Woman matched his ferocity, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him into her.

"These damn clothes," Wonder Woman hissed. She pushed Robin up and raised her legs skyward so she could slide her pants off. She threw them away and lowered her legs, baring a beautiful pussy that was already glistening with excitement.

"Do you know how to use your mouth?"

"I -- "

"Time to learn."

With that same inhuman speed, Wonder Woman coiled her thighs around Robin and yanked him down. Robin's face rested in her navel.

"Focus on the top, it's the most sensitive area," Wonder Woman ordered.

Robin moved back so he was above her pussy. He darted his tongue out and gave a short lick on Wonder Woman's clit. She shivered slightly. "Keep doing that."

Robin kept licking, covering his face in her scent. His hands snaked up under her thighs and held them as he kept up his tempo. Wonder Woman sighed with content. "Now kiss the same area."

Robin obeyed, gently pressing his lips against her pussy. An idea hit him and he parted his lips just enough for his tongue to dart out and brush her clit. Wonder Woman's body shuddered more obviously this time.

"Good. Experimenting is... good. Now keep doing that and use one finger. Get it wet first."

Robin took a finger and rubbed Wonder Woman's pussy softly, coating it in her juices. He pressed it against her entrance and it slid inside. He went back to licking her as his finger probed around inside her. There was a spot just behind her stomach that when he brushed it Wonder Woman would give that throaty moan. He kept lightly stroking it, the tip of his finger moving back and forth, all the while continuing his oral assault.

"Yes, Robin. Gods, yes," Wonder Woman breathed heavily and squeezed her breasts.

Robin picked up the pace, brushing the spot a little faster, applying a little more pressure with his tongue. Wonder Woman's breath quickened.

"Enough," she said curtly. "Time for the real training."

Wonder Woman grabbed Robin's hand, her juices up to his knuckle and licked it off. "Now fuck me, Boy Wonder."

"Always hated that name," Robin shook his head.

"Then prove it doesn't apply to you anymore," Wonder Woman leaned back on the floor and spread her legs wide again, stretching her arms above her head.

Robin soaked in her magnificent body, an impossibly perfect blend of smooth curves and muscle. He lined up his cock and pressed it against the folds of her plump cunt. He raised his knees and pushed forward into.

Jesus Christ!

Robin practically bit his tongue in half to stop himself cumming immediately. It was the smoothest, softest, tightest pussy he could imagine. Wonder Woman cooed softly as Robin filled her up and came to rest his head on top of her large, soft breasts.

"I can sense how close you are," she giggled. "Don't hold back."

Robin didn't want to argue. He moved his hips back and pushed forward again, a little harder. Then again. And again. Soon he was practically slamming into Wonder Woman's tight sheath, and every pull felt like effort as her pussy gripped him tighter.

"Uh... Robin," Wonder Woman moaned again. "Yes, my love! Faster! Harder!"

Robin doubled his efforts. If he was with a normal girl this might be hurting her. But from what he'd seen Wonder Woman could take it. She squirmed beneath him in pleasure. A finger reached down and began to toy with her clit. Her legs came up again and wrapped around Robin's waist, pulling him deeper into her. Her other hand grabbed Robin's hair and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"Finish in me, Robin," Wonder Woman said as he rested his forehead against hers. "I know you want to."

"I do," Robin wheezed. "I really do!"

"Then give it to me! Empty yourself into me!"

Robin rammed even deeper, almost violently. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the goddess beneath him. He pushed forward, one last thrust, his spine almost snapping with the effort as he came like a fire hose, shooting his load into Wonder Woman's velvet depths.

"Yes, Robin, yes..." she sighed deeply. Her strong hands grabbed his butt and pulled him somehow further into her as she felt his cock twitch and jerk.

Finally spent, Robin collapsed onto Wonder Woman. He felt unimaginably fatigued. None of his training prepared him for this kind of exhaustion.

Soft fingers began to stroke his her gently. "Well done."

"Mmm-hmm," Robin murmured, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Rest now, my love. And remember tonight. It will serve you well."

"Thank you for the lesson," Robin said slowly.

Robin felt Wonder Woman's breasts quiver against his cheek as she laughed.