It is a good week later, a Thursday morning, Ryan’s birthday. The scene opens with Robin in Police Commissioner Gordon’s City Hall office, supervising the morning presentation of a citation to Robin for his capture of an elusive gang of ATM thieves. The commissioner smiles as Police Chief O’Hara presents young Robin with a framed citation, and then shakes the green gloved hand of Robin. There is a sprinkling of applause from the few city and police officials in attendance accompanied by the click and flash of the newspaper reporter’s cameras. After the presentation everyone exchanges handshakes and offers congratulations to Robin, who does not seem very enthusiastic. Gradually, the din of overlapping conversations fades away. The officials and reporters filter out of the commissioner’s office, and go back about their daily routines, leaving only the commissioner, the police chief, and Robin alone.
“Well, another criminal capture under your utility belt,” jokes Chief O’Hara as he slaps Dick on the back of his black cape. Robin rolls his eyes at the pun... and irritated that the big Irish oaf actually laid a hand on him.
“Yeah, it’s a great looking piece of paper,” replies Robin sarcastically.
“Well, you earned it - enjoy,” agrees Commissioner Gordon, oblivious to Robin’s sarcasm. “Batman has never accepted a monetary reward – he donates his reward monies to charity. It’s great that you continue in his fine tradition! This 20,000-dollar reward money was donated to the Salvation Army!”
Dick clenches the frame of the award tight in his large green gloved hand and calmly seethes, but maintains “diplomatic” control. 20 Grand! Does anyone see Batman around here? Did he help me capture the crooks? Did I ever say “Give MY cash reward to charity?” The fucking answer to all the questions is NO! It’s easy for Bruce to give the money to charity… he has tons of cash! But you wouldn’t think that, the pittance of the allowance he gives me! You sure can’t make a living as a crime fighter in this town, when you’re associated with Batman!
“I'll be sure to display this award in a very special place, commissioner," promises Dick in a masked, insolent tone. With a flash of black from his cape, Robin whirls and departs the office.
"There goes a good lad,” smiles Chief O’Hara obtusely.” “Yes, a good lad," parrots the commissioner.
Outside, Dick is greeted by the floor’s occupants as he makes his way to the elevator that will take him to the parking garage and the Bat Cycle. Robin feigns a friendly smile and waves unenthusiastically. Dick’s black cape with yellow underside flutters behind him as people move aside, then stop and stare in awe as the indeed, powerfully built young Robin, “the Boy Wonder,” struts by them. The leather and rubber of his costume crackles softly and his bootsteps are loud on the marble floor as Robin coolly swaggers to the awaiting open doors of the commissioner’s private elevator car. A group of on-lookers forms and trails behind the masked boy, pointing at him and talking excitedly. Two uniformed guards with white shirts and gold badges stand on either side of the elevator door and allow no one else but Robin to enter the car, easing past the group of people who have congregated to get a glimpse of Robin!
Get a life… Get a life! thinks Dick, as the elevator doors close and he extends his middle finger!
Alone, Robin sighs loudly and fumes about the reward money he expected to get today. It was the only reason he came to the ceremony! He rides the express car down to the private parking lot just below street level. The elevator doors open and he steps into the small parking area followed by his billowing cape. He is alone there – only the privately owned vehicles of the commissioner, police chief and other senior staff are parked there. Robin’s bootsteps echo from the concrete pillars of the garage, his cape soft-fluttering behind, as he strides towards the Bat Cycle parked across the lot. As Dick passes by a large trash receptacle, he casually tosses the framed award towards it. He does not look back as the framed award hits the interior of the large metal trash container, shatters the glass, and clatters noisily to the bottom of the receptacle.
*****
Many hours later the Bat Cycle speeds along a single lane private road on the vast estate of Wayne Manner. Robin’s black cape, with a yellow underside, buffets wildly in the wind behind the bike as Robin leans forward behind the bike’s small windscreen. As the sun sets, the powerful bike roars down the road raising a wake of dried leaves for several minutes, before it slows and veers off onto a service road. The bike picks up speed again and approaches the catacombs under the sprawling mansion known as Wayne Manor. The bike and rider approach the rocky embankment below the mansion, and head directly towards a visible rising wall of stone. A crash seems imminent—but the sleek black bike and its caped rider flash through the stone hologram. Behind the hologram, the bike continues to speed along a wide catacomb passageway brightly lit with overhead lights for an eighth mile, until the passage opens into a vast expanse – the Bat Cave. Batman’s command center!
From the Batcave, Batman monitors all crisis points in Gotham City and beyond. The cave's centerpiece is a supercomputer whose specs are on par with any of those used by leading national security agencies. The computer permits global surveillance, and also connects to a massive information network as well as stores of vast amounts of information... both on Batman's foes and his allies. A series of satellite link-ups allows easy access to Batman's information network anywhere in the globe. Additionally, the cave contains state of the art facilities such as a crime lab, a specialized laboratory, a mechanized workshop, personal gym, a vast library, as well as parking and hangar space for his various vehicles—as well as separate exits for each type. The trophies of past criminal cases are on display along the cave walls leading to the elevator shaft, which rises to the mansion above. The Batcave also has a small medical facility as well as various areas used in training exercises for Batman and Robin. The enormous cave houses Batman's vast array of specialized vehicles, foremost being the famous Batmobile. Other vehicles within the complex include various motorcycles, such as the one Dick rides this evening, and various air and watercraft such as The Bat Wing. The cave is powered by a hydro-electric generator made possible by an underground river which also serves as a docking point for the Bat Boat.
The bike decelerates quickly and stops. The caped rider continues to straddle the big bike and rev the engine as he walks the cycle back into its designated parking space next to several other bikes. Robin cuts the engine and puts the kick stand down. Dick swings his powerful leg over the bike followed by his black cape. He peers around the Batcave and notices the Batmobile is gone.
Batman is out... probably took Superman’s costume to the FBI lab at the state capitol for more analysis – looking for any clue to Superman’s disappearance. That’s all Bruce does now is search for Superman. I have to pick up the slack… extra patrols, more hours! Superman, good riddance! He was stealing the spotlight all the fucking time! I mean how can one compete with Batman and Superman? Guys like Spiderman and me could now be back in the limelight, if someone did take down Big Blue! thinks Dick selfishly. Superman relied too much on his innate alien strength, and other-worldly superpowers—but apparently did NOT use the old noggin, fumes Dick, as he jabs his gloved finger into the side of his head lightly several times. I’ll never be lured into a trap—I’d spot a trap miles away! “Super -stupid” is what he must have been, if truly snared and finally downed! (Remembering how he used to gape at the massive build not exactly able to be hidden under Clark’s demure reporter’s suit coats… and wondering who could have overcome him, those bi’s and pecs so outrageously outstanding! [Not to mention his whopping lower bulge.] But it must have been by one very clever, or a beyond powerful foe! C’est la vie. Bound to have happened sometime. The great Boy Scout, finally meeting his superior “eagle?!”)
Yes, indeed, Robin is an excellent crime fighter. But as we can see, he does have a glaring character flaw: he is simply… haughty. Dick has resisted Bruce’s attempts with zeal to instill modesty into his list of character traits – but has failed. Alfred Pennyworth calls Dick “cheeky.” In recent weeks, with the disappearance of Superman, Bruce has finally resigned himself to let Dick grow out of his arrogance naturally. Maturity should do it; but that could take years.
Character flaws aside, nonetheless, Dick Grayson is a very handsome boy… and knows it! Dick is tall and strapping, with well-developed, perfectly proportioned muscles, three months shy of being twenty-one, and does like to flaunt his acrobatic muscularity. (Even as much as Superman likes to present his. And while the Bat is certainly a specimen to behold, he’s far less inclined to be as showy.) Dick also prefers to wear his light brown hair cropped short, military style; his eyes are green, and his voice is clear. All said, Dick or Robin, if you will, is a striking young man.
No less, Robin’s costume is as pretentious as he is! It consists of a dark green, rubberized bodysuit, along with a dark red armored tunic that encases his crotch. A gold and silver lettered “R” monogram is attached to the upper left side of his tunic. A dull gold utility is buckled tightly around his waist, and dark green gloves with three scallops apiece cover his arms to his elbows. A modest jet-black mask covers his eyes... and spiffy black boots and a short black cape, with a dull yellow underside, completes the crime fighter’s costume.
Dick quickly leaves the parking area of the Batcave and walks towards the elevator to the sprawling mansion above, unbuckling his utility belt. Dick unmasks and sets both items near a black canvas knapsack sitting near the elevator. Dick unfastens his cape, folds it neatly, and lays it atop the knapsack to be packed away later.
Dick swaggers unmasked towards the center of the Batman’s lair. He stops at a type of draftsman’s desk, adorned with sketches of a costume. On top of the sketches is the evening paper Alfred has left for Dick to peruse. He looks at the headline:BATMAN'S SIDEKICK HONORED. Sidekick… more like his lackey, thinks Dick as he turns the paper over disgustedly.
“Soon…very soon I will emerge from Batman’s shadow, and strike out on my own,” swears Dick. He turns his attention to the sketches he has drawn. The sketches are renderings of a new costume that he will wear when he turns 21, and is finally emancipated. "Nightwing”… I will soon be known as Nightwing— screw Robin and the Boy Wonder crap!” exclaims Dick aloud. The sketch of the costume is predominantly black and mimics several elements of Batman's own uniform, including a black utility belt with an insignia consisting of an encircled "N" surrounded by two bat wings on the belt's buckle. However, the sketch has no cape. "I want everybody to see my backside and drool," says Dick out loud, as he pulls his green scalloped gloves off one by one and he continues to study the sketches. The black rubber bodysuit in the sketch is skin tight and has a molded rubber chest piece. There is a wide blue jagged stripe that runs down the outside of each arm over the shoulders and joins into a V in the center of the chest. The sketch depicts black boots, elbow length black gloves, and a face mask very similar to his Robin's.
Robin cracks the pair of green leather gloves into the palm of his big hand as he struts away from the sketches of Nightwing towards one of many consoles in the Batcave. He takes a seat behind one console and checks the time - nearly 8 PM.
I told Ryan I would meet him at 8. Oh well, let him wait... it’s not like he hasn’t had to wait for me before. Besides, he'll be history in a couple weeks! It is nearly time to move onto a new boy! And... he'll appreciate my company much more tonight if he's made to wait, before I finally grace him with my presence! Robin feigns a duty-bound sigh. Yet it probably is time for me to leave Mount Olympus, and pay a quick visit to the mortal! Like Zeus, I will take human form and partake of the joys of Ryan's great body! (Almost, but not near as fine as mine....) Shit, that reminds me… it’s Ryan's Birthday. One would think it’s a national holiday, the way he carried on about it! I don't understand. What more could the “peasant” desire on his birthday, than an evening spent alone with someone like me? – If he only had a clue who I really was....
It’s Ryan’s birthday. It is almost 9PM, and Ryan is in Room 10 at the Shooting Star Motel waiting for Dick. On the table is a package that arrived three days ago at Ryan’s PO Box.
Naturally the smug prick keeps me waiting again, thinks Ryan, as he scans the evening paper with Robin’s picture on the front page. Robin! Now there’s a guy I’d like to get in the sack with! I’ll wager he’s not near as big a dick as that swaggering prick, Dick Smith. Smith! And I was not even worth the effort to come up with a better alias! Well, Smith is my cash cow, now!
Suddenly he hears the approach of Dick Grayson’s bike. He watches through the window as the strapping boy roars up on the speeding cycle to Room 10. The rear light illuminates brightly in the darkness as the bike brakes hard and stops. Dick remains straddling the yellow bike and walks it back into the parking space in front of the window as usual. He wears the ever present locked black canvas knapsack strapped over his leather jacket. Dick dismounts and pulls the keys from the ignition and stuffs them into his black jeans. He releases a bungee cord that holds a large Burger King bag on the bike. Dick grabs the bag and walks towards Room 10. Dick opens the door and sets the bag on the table next to another box with an inscription: Mr. No Questions Leather. Dick unbuckles the chin strap of his helmet and pulls the tight-fitting helmet off his head. “Happy Birthday, dude,” says Dick rather unenthusiastically to Ryan, who sits calmly at the table reading the evening paper.
“Hey, Dick, what’s up... running late again?” asks Ryan.
“Yeah, I got held up,” offers Dick who is sharply irritated by Ryan’s remark about his consistent tardiness. He closes the door and then sets his black helmet down on the closest bed. “I got takeout,” offers Dick in compensation for his tardiness.
“Wow… CBK … whoppers, slushies, and fries again,” sighs Ryan. “Big feast. And no cake?”
Dick ignores the remark.
“Well, I got something different in mind for before… dinner,” announces Ryan. He pushes the cardboard box towards Dick, and rises to draw the window’s drapes together.
“Oh, yeah,” answers Dick and he turns his back. He rolls his eyes as he pulls his knapsack from his shoulders and sets it in the corner. Dick turns and eyes the newspaper with Robin’s picture, and casually flips it over. He unzips and sheds his black leather jacket. Underneath, Dick is wearing a bright red tank top which snugly conforms to his well-developed, hairless chest, and reveals his more than impressive bi’s and tri’s... not to mention the span of his gymnastically honed delts. He hangs his jacket on the hook behind the door and takes a seat opposite Ryan. “How was your day?” asks Dick, who could care less.
“Just fine – and yours, Dick?” asks Ryan.
“Fine… fine,” answers Dick, studying the large cardboard box on the table.
“Go ahead…have a look inside,” offers Ryan.
Dick opens the box flaps. “The birthday boy usually gets the gifts, dude,” reminds Dick cynically, as he pulls out a black thong with an elastic band. The cynical smile turns to a look of bewilderment as he stretches out the skimpy thong and reads the label: Nasty Pig .
“Nasty Pig?” asks Dick as he looks at Ryan in bewilderment.
“It a product line of… accessories,” explains Ryan as Dick tosses the thong on the bed.
Dick reaches into box again and pulls out two sets of leather restraints – ankle and wrist – each with adjustable leather restraining straps!
“What is all this?” asks Dick, curious and piqued. He tosses the restraints on the bed with the thong. He reaches in the box again.
“It’s what I want to do on my birthday, Dick,” answers Ryan as Dick pulls out a black ball with leather straps and a buckle, and then a blindfold with similar leather straps.
“It’s what you want to do on your birthday?” repeats Dick confused. What’s this for?” asks Dick
“It goes in your mouth – it’s a gag,” explains Ryan.
“In my mouth!” blurts out Dick. “And all this stuff, is for… what?” Dick pulls all sorts of leather items out of the box – a leather harness, leather hood, doubled over leather strap, etc.!
“I want to be in control, for once – you never let me assert myself. The leather insures I stay in control for a change,” explains Ryan, as Dick tosses the gag on the bed followed by the rest of the toys.
“You want to tie me down, gag me and paddle my ass?” asks Dick incredulously. “When did you turn kinky?”
“It’s not that! I just want to add “excitement” to the sex. Instead of you just fucking me with that big wand of yours, then riding off on your bike when you’re done... I want to be in control, just once! I saw a clip online: a guy called a top dominates another guy, called a bottom—it’s the control that makes the sex hot!” answers Ryan. “Especially when they finally switched.”
“Dude, we established our roles the first time we hooked up. I’m the pitcher, and you’re the catcher. In other words, I’m the top,” responds Dick cockily. “Dude, I might model that thong for you – but I am not letting anyone tie me down, stick a rubber ball in my mouth, paddle my ass, and then fuck me.” snorts Dick. Irritated, he rises from the chair and swaggers over to the fireplace to build a fire.
“It’s my birthday, and you said we could do whatever I wanted tonight,” protests Ryan as he sits back in the chair and feigns a sulk.
Dick sighs and squats before the fireplace; he tosses a piece of kindling into the fireplace and then stares into the cold hearth as he reconsiders what submitting his dominant role in the relationship would mean... one time, or might entail. Hell, it’s just Ryan and me. We’re alone – it’s just a stupid game! I could relent for once and let Ryan have his way. Something different for both of us. Actually, he’s been cool and hasn’t asked a lot of questions, or ever complains that we don’t go out. He’s got a hell of a bod and the sex has been great. He hasn’t pestered me with calls or nagged me to come up here more than twice a week. And even if it’s about time to break this off and move onto another dude... I need to fuck somebody tonight. And I bet if we don’t play this stupid game, he’ll get all squirrely on me and pout off. Then I’ll have to jerk off on my own, go home alone, and that’s not about to happen! Dick sighs again and looks at Ryan, sulking at the table with his arms folded staring at the drawn drapes.
Dick rises and saunters to the bed and grabs the thong. “Well… since it’s obvious you’re going to sulk all evening if you don’t get your way – here’s the deal! I’m going to take a shower and then put this…thing on. Then, I’ll play your master-slave birthday game for 30 minutes. The 30 minutes includes my shower time. Then, it’s over… finished. I’m never playing the game again!” offers Dick. “After the 30 minutes are up, I’m in charge of the sex again! And I’m warning you—don’t fuck me, or even try, when you tie me down! Nobody – I mean nobody fucks me! Never. And I mean no pictures or video, either!”
“Deal! I won’t fuck you, and no pictures or video!” agrees Ryan. “30 minutes is all I need… I mean, want,” replies Ryan excitedly to Dick, as they both check the time on the night table.
Dick shakes his head in disbelief at what he’s agreed to do and heads for the bathroom. After the door is shut Ryan scurries and turns down one of the beds. He took the bait! Now to reel him in! Ryan quickly fastens the leather restraints to the four corners of the double bed’s metal frame. Hearing the shower start to run, Ryan pulls off his shirt and tosses it away. He hurries to his overnight bag. He empties the contents on the bed and then quickly sheds his clothes and puts on the attire for his performance.
As Ryan finishes dressing, the bathroom door opens and Dick Grayson, aka Smith, exits with damp hair and wearing only the Nasty Pig thong, which barely covers his privates, leaving his rounded ass exposed – split down the middle by a tight black elastic strap that runs up between the crack of his ass to the waistband. He walks cocksure into the room still toweling his hair, and stands, spreading his arms wide displaying the skimpy thong. Dick is surely a 10. He is tall, handsome and muscular, but not “muscle-bound.” It is not a stretch to say Dick’s well-developed, sculpted body far exceeds that of a Renaissance David . (While not much less, Ryan’s is near match, except not as well hung.)
He is about to spin around for Ryan to show him a rearview of the thong, but suddenly stops. Dick drops his towel and arms to his side, swallows hard and shivers slightly as he notices in wonder Ryan’s transformation. Ryan is wearing a short sleeve black leather police shirt, black leather pants tucked into high black leather boots! On his head is a black leather military style cap. His leather attire is accented by dark sunglasses and wrist high black leather motorcycle cop gloves! Clipped to the black belt around his waist is a pair of nickel-plated handcuffs! His disarming smile is gone, and he has a stern look.
Dick looks suddenly unsure... nervously eyeing Ryan fully clad in leather, and then the thick leather wrist and ankle restraints now attached to the bed’s frame! Dick starts to make an unflattering comment about Ryan’s get-up, but finds himself suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable, clad only in a thong, and remains silent. The vulnerability and Ryan’s appearance suddenly excite Dick! Ryan has a height and build similar to Dick’s; and in the tight leather he reveals a strongly notable masculine frame. The black leather outfit with cap, gloves, and sunglasses seem… so erotic! Ryan’s short blond curls spills out from underneath the black leather cap, his former friendly blue eyes obscured by the dark glasses. It needs not be spoken who has the dominant role, and who has the submissive role of the pair. Focuses upturned. Ryan is fully clothed—Dick is practically naked!
Ryan notices Dick’s surprise as well as his expression of intrigue! “We’re taking this little game serious, I see,” says Dick coyly, trying to make light of the awkwardness and his sudden feeling of vulnerability. Dick does not now have the safety or anonymity of the Robin’s mask he is so accustomed to, or the security of the recognizable red and green costume, which instantly commands other’s respect. His shield of arrogance inexplicably begins to crack in the presence of Ryan’s more seriously masculine leathers.