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  1. The point of this thread is to post commissions you've bought. I'll start with mine and will continue to upload in the future. Please don't forget to credit your Artists >:c Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: [email protected]
  2. “Where the fuck have you been, Bruce? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago.” Dick snapped, shifting as he got into the bat mobile. “No real names in field, Robin.” Batman responded sharply. “What?” Robin asked incredulously. “You think the bat mobile is bugged... Batman?” He purposely stressed, repositioning himself in his seat with a sigh. “Where next?” “While you were waiting on me, I was getting important information. We’re heading to the edge of Gotham city. There’s rumor of a drug dealing going on and I believe it’s the owner of the new restaurant on the east border. We’re going to investigate first and then we are going in as us.” Batman explained. “So we’re going out for dinner, huh?” Robin asked sarcastically, tapping his foot up and down. He was still irritated, but it wasn’t because Bruce had left him waiting, it was because he had a much more pressing problem; his bladder. Batman glanced over at his jittery young ward. “How was school?” He asked, trying to gage Dick’s reaction. Robin shrugged. “Pointless. I don’t get the point of high school when I could be saving people.” He leaned back, pulling the seat belt that Bruce made him wear away from his lower abdomen. He groaned, looking out the window as the city blurred past. “How long until we get there?” He asked, sitting back up straight and briefly squeezing his thighs together. “Twenty minutes. Why do you ask?” Batman questioned in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” He inquired. “No.” Robin rushed out, giving a small squirm. “Definitely not.” He added, avoiding eye contact. Going quiet, he glanced sideways at Bruce, before quickly averting his gaze back to his lap. Squirming around in his seat with a blush on his face, he resigned to shoving one leg under him so he could dig his heel into his crotch. After what seemed like eternity, they pulled into a pitch black side alley. The only light being the moonlight, which was obscured by the towering building overhead. Before getting out, Batman turned to Robin. “Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing you need to tell me?” He asked, scanning the squirming teen. “I’m fine for fucks sake! I’ve only told you a billion times!” Robin snapped, getting out of the vehicle and slamming the door. He felt a small, hot leak slip out, causing him to internally panic. However, he still refrained from grabbing himself, afraid that Bruce would see. “That better be the case.” Batman replied tersely. Robin stiffened, before managing to ask. “Where do you want me?” “You’re staying with me until we get on the rooftop of the smaller building. From their we need to access the piping, so that we can get inside... hopefully undetected. Follow me.” Batman ordered, already running towards the point of interest and using his grappler to hook himself into the roofs edge so he could begin a short climb. Robin started to run, but stopped abruptly, automatically throwing a hand to his crotch felt a leak of urine leak out. Noticing Batman already half way up the building, Robin started off again, throwing his own grappler up at the top of the building and jumping at full speed upwards and into the building. He crashed down harder than normal, landing in a crouched position, already near the top. He instantly froze, heart pounding in his chest as he felt a rush of urine run down his leg. With a small whine that scraped the back of his throat, Robin grabbed frantically with his free hand, trying to stop the spurting, inconsistent stream of pee that continued to soak his uniform. Finally managing to gain some control, he caught up to Batman at the top on the roof. He felt rivulets of pee running down his tightly black clad legs and was glad it was dark out. Waiting on Batman to figure out the entry point to the pipes was his final undoing, despite the fruitless attempts at getting the flow to stop, it only grew stronger until it finally tampered to a stop. Coursing with humiliation and self centered anger, Robin stepped out of the puddle he’d formed and quickly made his way to the other side of the roof where Batman was standing, trying to distance himself from the mess he’d made. “Robin, I want you to go in first. I know you’ll fit and it will be easier for you to navigate in the lead.” Batman explained, after finding the opening. Feeling extremely self conscious, Robin made sure his suit was firmly wrapped around his wet butt and legs, before crawling into the pipe line. He was reluctant to face away from Bruce, but he’d just have to suffer through the torture of hoping the man wouldn’t notice anything as he crawled through the pipes. By the time he managed to maneuver his way through the maze of pipes and into the computer room, his pants had begun to chafe and he was finding it difficult to walk normal, not to mention crawl. Once he’d gotten out, and was standing up in the empty room, Robin pulled his cape firmly around him and pretended to be surveying the room, though he felt his face heating up as he anticipated Batman to mention something. However, to his luck, the man was to focused on the mission to notice anything amiss of his young ward yet. He bit his lip as he felt raw skin coming into contact with damp fabric, and his eyes automatically welled up with tears. Quickly blinking them away, Robin asked, “Can we please hurry?” ‘Asked’ being the relative term, it was more of a whine. “Just be patient, Robin. It’ll go quicker if you help, get on that computer and take down the cams.” Batman whispered, touching Robin’s shoulder to direct him to the small light of the screen monitor in the pitch black room. Robin nodded, walking irregularly in that direction and routinely going to work of pulling up the security footage, before plugging in a hard drive that would immediately knock all power out for an hour. “It’s done.” Robin reported, nearly jumping out of his skin as Batman came up from behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then. We just need to find the paper archive of all the suppliers and buyers, along with the credit card number.” Robin stayed silent, following his mentor and keeping his eyes on the look out for any room that might look inconspicuous. “This way.” Batman ordered, turning into a small room with a small business desk in the corner and to the right, a filing cabinet. Robin hurriedly followed Batman, searching through drawers, before pulling out a folder labeled, “Business”. He pulled out two documents. “I think I found them. The seller goes by the street name of Glorified Gnostic.” Robin said, handing the papers over to Batman. “I don’t want to go back through the pipes. Can’t we just walk out of the building since the security cams are down.” He asked complacently. “Normally, that would be a hard no. Especially with all the whining you’ve been doing today, however, we have a dinner to get to. So for once, yes, we can.” When they reached the bat mobile, Robin was close to tears. He was upset at himself, and his thighs and privates had been rubbed raw. Not to mention how gross and itchy he felt. Sliding into his seat, he rubbed at his eyes, wiping a few tears away. “Here’s some clothes. Change it them before we get going.” Batman ordered, getting into the drivers seat and also changing into clothes. When Robin didn’t move, he glanced over. “Dick?” He asked, concern edging his voice. “Y-yes?” He answered shakily. “Why aren’t you changing?” Batman asked, looking closer at the boy. Dick bit back a sob, sinking further into the seat. “C-cause I’m wet.” He choked out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “What do you-“ Bruce stopped with a sigh. “Really, Dick? I thought you were over this. I asked you twice, and twice you denied that anything was wrong.” He reprimanded, rubbing a hand to his face. Dick stared down at his lap, lip trembling. “I don’t have underwear to change into now. A-And it hurts.” He admitted. “What hurts?” Bruce demanded sharply. “It’s rubbing and cold.” Dick stated plaintively. “When, might I asked, did you pee yourself Dick?” Dick bit his lip and was silent. “Dick, when?” Bruce repeated. “On the roof.” Dick muttered. Sighing in exasperation, Bruce threw his hands up in the air. “Well now what are we supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear for you and you’re obviously in no condition to be out under cover?” He sighed. “This all could’ve been avoided if you’d of just be truthful and informed me of what was wrong.” Dick just shrugged, pulling at the wet material around his legs in disgust. Bruce took a deep breath and turned to Dick. “Change into those clothes for now and go ahead and take you underwear off. I’m going to head home and we’ll just have to do this tomorrow.” Dick just glared angrily at the clothes, before doing as he was told. Once he’d changed, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and tucked his knees to his chest, clearly sulking. He remained in that position the entire way home, where he stomped up to his room to take a shower.
  3. Hello! I always thought that my next male omorashi story would be about Tim Drake, but I got requested to do a Nightwing story! It's actually been a long time since I've done a male omo story (and just generally a long time since I've done anything really), but here it is, finally, after just so so so many set backs. “Looks like I’m going to be late. The ‘boss’ is not going to be happy.” Nightwing laughed. The former boy wonder raced through the streets of Gotham atop his motorcycle, effortlessly navigating through alleyways and backstreets of his former home. “I’m sorry,” a bubbly voice spoke over his headset. “I didn’t mean to keep you that long.” “Don’t be sorry.” Dick grinned, “I definitely don’t regret a second, Star.” “I’m glad, Dick. Let us hope you feel the same after meeting with Batman.” “Trust me; not even Brother Blood could ruin my mood tonight.” “Well, it is nice to see that I have such a positive effect on you.” Starfire laughed. “It is, and you do. But I’m approaching the cave now, so I better let you go.” Nightwing was coming upon a steep cliff face with a waterfall cascading down its side. The hero, however, showed no sign of slowing as he approached the chasm separating him from the cliff. In fact, he accelerated even faster. He urged his bike into the air, leaving the ground behind as he soared towards the cliff. “Good luck and send Damian my regards.” “Will do. Bye, Star.” “Bye, Dick.” Just before Nightwing’s bike would have collided with the cliff face, the might veil of water divided before him, opening up to reveal a cave entrance. Nightwing’s bike landed inside the cave flawlessly. The waterfall closed behind him, and elaborate mechanical structures sealed the stony cliff behind him. A long narrow cave corridor with a bright electronic light at the very end stretched before Nightwing. “You’re late.” An irritated voice spoke from the shadows. “Oh, hi, Damian.” Dick grinned. He wondered just how long Damian had been waiting for him to arrive. “Starfire says hi, by the way.” Damian Wayne, the blood son of Batman and all-around general terror. The resemblance to his father was uncanny; even at his young age, Damian had mastered Bruce’s scowl. Perfected even. Though he had his mother’s green eyes, the way they rested and studied everyone was purely his father’s. “Oh, you were with her.” He rolled his eyes. “I would have assumed you might have been doing something worthwhile with your time if you were keeping father waiting. Clearly, I have overestimated you.” “Trust me; you will understand when you get older.” Nightwing smiled, trying to imagine Damian expressing romantic attraction to anyone. Dick hoped that Damian knew that the hearts you give your date on valentine are meant to be candy ones. “I don’t need to be older to understand your priorities lie in base urges rather than our mission.” Speaking of base urges… Nightwing couldn’t help but bounce his leg slightly. He was quickly becoming aware of a somewhat pressing need developing in his bladder. That wasn’t quite here nor there, at the moment, though. “Our mission? Gotham isn’t my city anymore, Damian. Blüdhaven is my mission. I’m here as a favor.” Perhaps Dick’s predicament was making him a tad more snippy than he meant to be. Damian scoffed under his breath. “Blüdhaven, Gotham, it’s all the same. We’re the reason criminal breathe easier when the sun comes up.” “Huh, I guess it makes sense that at least one Robin would actually listen to Bruce’s lectures,” Dick smirked. “I prefer to think of it as we’re the reason people can still breathe easy when the sun goes down. But to each their own, I guess.” And I, for one, would breathe easier if I could use the bathroom before listening to any more of this recycled lecture. “Your optimism is refreshing.” Damian led the way to Bruce. Dick wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not. The narrow tunnel opened up to a massive underground base. The Batcave. High above their heads in the darkest parts of the cave rustled the occasional bat that used to make Dick feel anxious when he first joined Bruce’s crusade. Stretching across the cave were the trophies of Bruce’s victories: Freeze’s gun, Two-Face’s coin, Joker’s playing card, a ridiculously giant penny, and a freaking animatronic dinosaur just to name a few. In the distance was a collection of Bruce’s fleet of bat-themed vehicles. In the center of the room was the Bat Computer, a massive collection of monitors and devices that compromised the most powerful computer this side of the Watchtower. Sitting at its seat was the Bat himself. “You’re late,” Bruce said without looking back. Bruce was a sight to behold when the façade of the billionaire playboy fell away; all that was left was the imposing presence of one of the most dangerous men on the planet. Bruce was dressed in the batsuit, but his cowl hung around his neck, revealing his jet black hair, and his stern, brooding face. Dick leaned over towards Damian. “You really are your father's son.” “And you better not forget it. I am the true hei-” “Yes, yes. The true heir to your father’s mantle. I assure you, we are all well aware.” Alfred interrupted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “Master Richard, it is good to see you again.” “Alfred!” Nightwing hugged him. “How have you been?” “As well as I can be, I suppose. Though between the two brooding heroes, I don’t know how it is that I have any remaining hair.” “Trust me; I know how much these two make you want to pull out your hair.” “If you are quite done, fraternizing, I believe father intends to begin the stakeout,” Damian interjected, obviously impatient to begin working. “Right. Remind me who we are watching again?” Nightwing leaned over Bruce’s chair to see the monitor. “Black Mask,” Bruce spoke up. “I believe he has gone beyond simple drug and arms dealings to something else entirely.” “I don’t suppose ‘something else’ means philanthropy?” Bruce ignored Dick’s joke. “I trust you are ready?” “Always,” Damian spoke up. “And here I was hoping to have time for one of Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches.” And a bathroom. Dick shifted his weight slightly. “But, I guess there is always time afterward, right, Alfred?” “Indeed, master Richard. Please ensure the two Wayne’s don’t stir up too much trouble for themselves while you are out.” And there was the reason Dick was even here in the first place. Batman didn’t need a Nightwing and a Robin to handle a stakeout. Unfortunately, however, the world’s greatest detective still hasn’t quite uncovered any leads on how to connect with his son. At least not like Dick has. Of course, Dick came to help, he knew just as much as Bruce, and in some ways, even more, just how much a child needs a parent. “We are more than capable of handling ourselves.” Damian sneered, but his heart wasn’t in it. Damian shuffled his feet slightly. He kept his eyes on the factory across from the rooftop he was perched on. His legs trembled slightly. He grit his teeth in an effort to regain control of his own body. It didn’t take Batman to know the poor kid needed to use the bathroom. The three heroes had been watching the factory for any activity for two hours already, and Dick wagered that he had probably already needed to use the restroom when they had left. Dick wasn’t in a much better position himself. Thankfully, with Bruce focused on trying to connect with his son, Dick was allowed a little more privacy as he bounced from foot to foot. It’s not like he was ever very skilled at staying still normally anyway. “Damian, you are losing focus.” Bruce broke the silence. “I’m not losing focus. I am just…” “Just what?” “Nothing. Just let me get back to the task at hand.” Damian shot back, a little harshly, even for him. Bruce backed off but continued to cast concerned glances at his son. Damian continued to fidget despite his best efforts. It must really be an emergency if the kid who was raised by ninja assassins can’t keep still. Dick mused to himself. Even ignoring his current predicament, Dick was familiar with what Damian was going through. He had become Robin when he was even younger than Damian after all. Honestly, it was amazing he made it out of any of the early stakeouts with dry tights at all. The problem was, he had no idea how to help Damian now without embarrassing him in front of Bruce. Dick sighed. He would have to let the situation ride itself out. Barely ten minutes had crawled by, and Damian could scarcely keep himself from dancing in place. His legs buckled beneath him. His hands had spent the better half of the night clenched tightly into fists that rested stiffly at his sides. All at once, his body froze for a moment before jerking back violently. “Damian, what’s wrong?” Bruce demanded. “Alright!” Damian blushed furiously. “I need to… relieve myself.” He spat out the words distastefully. “Why didn’t you… go before we went out.” “I was… preparing for the mission.” He was waiting for me. Great. This is my fault. Dick frowned. “I- I can watch the factory on my own for a little bit. It’s not like we need three sets of eyes anyway.” “Right.” Bruce agreed hesitantly. “Come with me, Damian.” Bruce guided his son off the rooftop. “Now, when do I get to take my bathroom break?” Dick wondered aloud; his eyes drifted to the corner of the roof. Bruce would know. Bruce, of course, had a strict policy against urinating on rooftops no matter how urgent the need was. Like I said: it’s a wonder how I made it through any of the early stakeouts with dry tights. The need was growing urgent, though. While Bruce was helping Damian sneak into a public restroom somewhere, Dick was stuck watching Black Mask’s men listlessly mill about the factory. Whatever was going down tonight had the men almost as antsy as Dick. Of course, they probably have a bathroom they can go to when they need it. I mean, Black Mask is a monster, but he’s not a MONSTER. Dick couldn’t keep himself still. He was a world-class acrobat, a hero trained by Batman himself, and most importantly, an adult, but he still couldn’t stop himself from “potty dancing” like a little kid. With Bruce and Damian gone, he no longer felt the need to keep up any pretense that he wasn’t completely dying to pee. He openly grabbed himself. He hopped from foot to foot. Crossed his legs and uncrossed them again. He felt like he would explode at any minute. The last time Dick felt this close to having an accident… well, he did. He couldn’t keep himself from blushing at the memory of a mission with Barbara that had gone wildly wrong. In his defense, Ivy’s mind control didn’t exactly prioritize the bodily functions of who she controlled. Besides, did Babs really need to kick him in the stomach? “Feeling antsy, Nightwing?” Damian asked. Dick jumped. He hadn’t heard them return. “Uh, yeah. Just trying to keep limber.” Great now I can take my turn at the bathroo- wait is that? “What’s Bane doing here?” “Looks like I was right. Black Mask has broadened his operations to include moving venom.” “Oh, I see. When you said Black Mask had gone beyond drugs and arms, what you really meant was that he just combined the two.” “I hardly see what the big deal is. I’ve fought much stronger opponents than Bane, father.” “Don’t underestimate Bane. He’s more than just muscle. He’s an expert combatant and master strategist.” “Master strategists or not, I imagine it’s safe to say that if you knew Black Mask might be dabbling in venom sales, you have a plan on how to handle him.” To answer, Bruce produced a vial of blue liquid. “This should reverse the effects of venom and prevent Bane’s muscles from absorbing anymore.” “Great. Inject him, and let’s kick his butt and get this over with.” “It’s not that simple. The drug will take time to take effect. We need to keep him busy while his system absorbs it.” “Great, so we piss him off with a little prick and then let him rampage until he tuckers himself out. Can’t wait.” “If you aren’t up to the task, father and I are more than capable of dealing with Bane ourselves.” “Don’t sound too eager to get rid of me.” Dick rolled his eyes. “I’m just a little disappointed I don’t wear a cape anymore. I’ve always wanted to try bullfighting, but it always seemed so inhumane. But Bane would completely circumvent the whole ethical dilemma.” “Alright, let’s move in. Nightwing, Robin, and I will draw his attention. He won’t expect you to be there; while he’s distracted, you will inject him with the compound after that you and Robin take care of the men while I handle Bane. Understood.” “Understood.” Damian and Dick agreed. The three moved into position, Nightwing hid in the rafters while Bruce and Robin flanked Bane. “Ah, Batman. I was wondering when you would arrive. And you brought my men a plaything I see.” Bane taunted. “But wait, there’s more,” Nightwing called out. He dropped on Bane’s back and injected the compound into his neck. Before Bane could react, Nightwing flipped backward off the hulking man. “Nightwing, I see you are here too.” Bane kept his voice even as he swung his fist at Nightwing. Dick ducked beneath the fist and moved out of Bane’s reach. “No matter, the three of you are no match for me.” “You know, I’ve had a lot of bad guys tell me I was no match for them. I don’t think any of them ever managed to beat me. Granted, I don’t think I’ve ever really been beaten by a bad guy in general. Just saying, maybe the odds aren’t in your favor.” Dick shot back. “Nightwing, Damian, fall back. Bane is mine.” “Sure thing, boss-man.” Nightwing moved to intercept the charging henchman. At least now, I have an excuse to dance around. I might be bouncing around, but I can’t correctly use the same aerial techniques that I’m used to. Mostly just awkward low angles and whatever clumsy footwork keeps my suit dry. Move over Drunken master style, trying not to pee my pants style is here to… well, just here. “So I’ve got to ask? Are you Bane’s men or Black Mask’s?” Nightwing quipped as he danced around the thugs. “I only ask because, with Two-Face and Penguin, you know who you’re dealing with.” He jabbed his escrima stick into a thugs solar plexus, knocking him out of the fight. He swayed perfectly in sync with another thug’s strikes so that they missed on either side of him, before he following up with his own, somewhat frantic, blows. “If you were Two-Face’s boys, you’d have like one half of your outfit all torn up and burned and the other looking nice and clean.” Nightwing’s unsteady stances left much of his usual power out his blows. At least electrified escrima sticks still sting no matter what. “Now, if you were Penguin’s men, you’d look like, well, penguins, I guess.” Nightwing grimaced, trying to keep from soaking himself while staying in the fight. His evasive dancing was becoming less graceful and more akin to squirming in place. “I’m just saying whoever your boss is, they are doing a horrible job branding. I mean, didn’t Black Mask used to have his guys wear black masks? Am I just remembering that wrong? Maybe he phased them out so he could be The Black Mask? It seems a little egotistical to me.” Nightwing found himself panting from the effort to keep himself dry. But at least the thugs were finally all down. “Oh well. Guess I should just ask the big guy when Batman’s done with him.” “Congratulations, you’ve managed to bore them all to sleep with your foolish banter.” Damian rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to do? Not make conversation while I fight with them? That’s so awkward.” Besides, it draws attention from my predicament. The building shook violently. A sudden gush of hot pee escaped from Dick’s control. “What was that?” He called out, regaining some control over his bodily functions. Nightwing and Robin turned to find Batman covered in rubble. Bane stood over him triumphantly. Batman groaned as he tried to free himself from his prison. “The venom canisters were bombs.” Damian cried. “Very insightful.” Bane sneered. “This whole plan was a set up to deal with the Batman once and for all.” “Forget the Batman; now it’s your turn to deal with Robin.” Damian roared, racing into battle. His sword glinted in the light as he brought it down towards Bane’s head. Unfortunately for Damian, Bane was faster than he appeared. He avoided Damian’s blow and caught the Robin by his cape. Before Damian could react, Bane hurled him into the wall. Damian crashed to the floor, dazed. “Now watch Batman, as I kill the child you foolishly brought into battle.” Bane raised his fist and moved to smash Robin. Nightwing’s grappling hook was fired before Bane finished his sentence. The line snared Bane’s raised fist. Nightwing positioned himself around a support beam, bending the line at a right angle to give him more leverage against the behemoth he was playing tug of war with. Despite his positioning, Bane still was putting up a fight. Dick grimaced as he placed one foot against the support pillar, pushing against it will all his strength to keep Bane away from Damian. Dick couldn’t contain himself anymore. He felt the hot pee spill out of him. A cascade of gold sprayed across the floor beneath him, pooling around his foot that was still on the ground. He felt himself begin to lose traction, his foot slipping in his own puddle. His face burned red, partly from embarrassment partly from the effort he put into holding back Bane. His suit was drenched, the black fabric glistened and clung to his skin even more tightly than it already had. He had wet himself. He couldn’t focus on that now, though. Thankfully his efforts had bought Batman the time he needed to free himself. Batman launched himself at Bane. “Get away from him.” He roared. He moved with more ferocity than Dick has seen from him since Tim had joined. Dick forgot Bruce could be so brutal. He turned his eyes away while the Dark Knight took down Bane. In a matter of moments, the battle was over, and Bruce left Bane on the ground to tend to his son. He gingerly helped Damian up. “Are you OK, Robin.” “Fine. But, thanks.” Damian looked away, embarrassed to find himself so vulnerable. “Nightwing, are you alr- Oh.” Bruce found himself at a loss for words as he saw his oldest son standing in a puddle of his own urine. He cleared his throat. “Are you OK.” “Yeah, just… a blow to my ego, I guess.” Dick managed to laugh despite himself. “I see you couldn’t help yourself from compromising the crime scene,” Damian interjected. “It’s alright, Damian. Urine doesn’t contain any DNA. Just to be safe, though…” Batman threw a Batarang, activating a sprinkler over Dick’s head to wash away the evidence of his accident. “I’ll have Alfred draw you a bath.” “Thanks, Bruce,” Nightwing said softly, staring at his feet. “You go ahead. Damian and I will secure the scene.” “OK. Thanks again.” Nightwing departed, leaving Batman and Robin to fulfill their roles as the dynamic duo. Alright! I hope you all enjoy this! As always let me know what you think! Thank you!
  4. This is my most popular story on fanfic, so I thought you guys might like to read it. I dunno, *shrug* but if you do, please enjoy. Chapter 1 Robin woke up in a dark room, or at least it seemed dark, but that was probably because of the blindfold over his eyes. He sat up, shifting a little and frowning at the sound it made. He reached his hands out and felt bars. Was he in a cage? Had Slade put him in a cage? The last thing he remembered was being electrocuted by Gizmo until he had reached unconsciousness and being handed over to Slade. He sighed tried to feel up the bars, but his hands were restrained by what felt like leather straps. He growled and kicked wildly, trying to escape. He froze when he heard familiar footsteps approaching his prison. "Oh good, you're awake." The masked man said. "Slade!" Robin hissed. "What is your big plot this time?" "No plot, Robin. I have come to my senses." Slade replied. Robin almost let out a laugh. "You? Come to your senses? That's crazy all on it's own." He stiffened as Slade's gloved hand wrapped around his neck. "You are too confident, boy. You are in no position to be laughing at me." Slade growled in a low voice. "Oh yea? And why is that?" Robin spat. He felt the hand leave his throat and relaxed slightly. He wished he could take the blindfold off; it would be much easier to assess the situation. "I have come to...a realization." Slade continued. "Uh-huh." Robin said, pretending to sound interested. "The world is a dangerous place, full of bad people." The older man stated. Robin let out a laugh. "Is that so?" He asked sarcastically. Ignoring the teen's mocking, Slade kept talking. "Much, much too dangerous for a boy of fourteen." Robin froze. "I'm sixteen." "Is that what you've been telling them? Hmm, amazing that they fall for it." Slade murmured. The boy wonder scowled angrily. "Get to the point." "You are here to learn a lesson, Robin. You are too young to be fighting adults. It's too dangerous and you are just a little boy. You could get hurt." Slade commented. "Excuse me?" Robin snarled. He hated when villains made fun of him because of his age. "You heard me, Robin. I have taken the liberty of disposing of your uniform. You won't need it anymore." Slade said before ripping Robin's blindfold. Robin's eyes squinted, adjusting to the light. He looked around and gasped. He was sitting in a bright, colorful room. It was large, but not too big, with red, green, and yellow painted walls. He realized that he was actually sitting in a crib, which was a horror all on it's own. He also noticed a changing table, a bookcase, a toy chest, a rocking chair, and playpen. He got a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach and dared to look down at his own clothes. Just like the room, his clothes were the colors of his uniform. He was wearing red overalls with a green and gold striped Rugby shirt. His breathing began to quicken as he felt a thick diaper between his thighs. He wasn't sure what was more humiliating. The possibility that Slade had seen him naked or the fact that he looked like and oversized baby. "What did you do?" He cried, glaring furiously at Slade. "Made you into what you really are. A little boy." The villain replied. "If you expect me to go along with this, you're insane!" Robin snarled furiously. He began to yank at his restraints. "You will do everything I tell you, Robin. You are in no position to argue." Slade replied calmly. "You son of a bitch! You fucking bastard!" Robin screamed. He never swore, so this was big for him. Suddenly, his jaw was grabbed roughly and squeezing as he was forced to look at Slade. "Little. Boys. Don't. Swear." The man said. He stood up straight and grabbed a syringe off of the changing table. Robin saw it and backed up to the top of the crib, prepared to kick Slade in the face. "Don't make me restrain your feet, too." The man sighed. "Get away from me!" Robin snapped. "Look, I was kind enough to let you keep your mask. Do not make me take that privilege away." Slade warned. Robin froze. Suddenly, he began to realize just how vulnerable he really was. "Now hold still." Slade ordered. Robin obeyed, very reluctantly, as Slade injected him with a clear substance. He calmed once the syringe had been taken away and was surprised when he was released of his restraints. Before he could even relax, Slade had scooped him up. "Put me down!" He ordered. Ignoring the young hero, Slade set him down in the playpen and walked out of the room. Robin frowned in confusion. That was it? No restraints? No torture? Just leaving him in an oversized playpen with no supervision? Of course, knowing Slade, there were probably cameras. Still, why was the man making it so easy to escape? Robin looked around cautiously before bringing himself to his feet. To his dismay, they immediately buckled down from under him, sending him crashing back down. "Shit." Robin muttered. Slade had given him a muscle relaxant, and a very strong one at that. Knowing that he was screwed for a while, he looked around. He found a couple of picture books, as well as a Batman plushy. Nice, Slade. He thought dryly and tossed it aside. He sighed and grabbed a picture book, simply looking at the pictures at first. He went back and read it, then set it down before getting another. He didn't know how much time had passed until Slade reappeared. Robin immediately dropped the Look-n'-Find he was studying and glared up at the man. "Have your fun?" He asked. Slade didn't reply, simply picking him up again and carrying him to the rocking chair. Much to Robin's embarrassment, he sat the small boy down on his lap and stuck a bottle in his mouth. Robin pulled away and opened his mouth to protest, only to have the rubber nipple forced back into his mouth. He glared at Slade, but caught sight of the dangerous glint in the man's eye and kept quiet, reluctantly sucking down the smooth, creamy liquid. It wasn't his fault. He didn't want to fall asleep, really. The formula was warm and soothing as he sucked on the bottle. It didn't help that Slade had started to rock in the chair. Robin hated it. He knew that the man was trying to humiliate him and as his eyelids drooped, he had to admit that Slade was doing a pretty good job. By the time the bottle was empty, Robin had fallen asleep, his head against Slade's chest. Slade smirked behind his mask and carried his little bird over to his crib. Everything was going as he expected to, and a lot quicker, at that. He set Robin in the crib and stuck a pacifier in his mouth before pulling a blanket around him and tucking a teddy bear into his arms. Robin accepted it instantly and suckled the binky. Slade let out a soft chuckle, amused by how the tables had turned for Robin. It was hard to believe that this slumbering, diaper clad angel had been beating down Jump City's criminals just this morning. Oh yes, this was definitely the way to go. This way, he could easily control the boy with comfort, while humiliating him the way torture never would. A beating would simply strengthen the boy. This destroyed him from the inside out. He just didn't realize it yet. He'd know soon enough. He had some promises with the HIVE 5 and Red-X that he needed to keep.
  5. A/N: Yeah, you guessed it, I wrote this one a while ago as well. Just trying to get caught up on posting things here. Blah blah, friendly reminder that I'm taking commissions, you know the drill. This one was actually written for an anonymous prompt on a kinkmeme. There are things that one simply can’t plan for. Robin tries not to find himself in situations like this, and tries to always been multiple steps ahead of everything. But, as it turns out, that’s part of the problem; he lets himself get lost in what he’s doing, and his breaks are spread out in such a way that, should he be taken by surprise, it can become rather inconvenient. He’s gotten rather good at ignoring the urge to piss when he’s particularly busy. Since he knows when his breaks are, he simply doesn’t bother thinking about it until the time comes, and that usually works for him. Every now and then, he’ll get distracted by a pang from his bladder, but it’s easy to slip back into whatever he’s doing. That’s how it is one day when he’s studying a new book, one with information on historic battles, which he’s hoping he’ll be able to take some lessons from and apply to the army. He’s taking notes on a particularly interesting section when he begins to fidget without noticing at first, and when he does notice, he pauses for a moment to see how bad it’s gotten. I can definitely finish this chapter before things get too bad, he thinks, looking ahead to see how many pages are left. With a break figured out, he pushes his need out of his mind and gets back to reading. It’s a rather lengthy chapter, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. He knows his limits so well by now that he’s always able to push them just a little bit, and he’s making so much progress that the idea of stopping seems impractical. The next time he notices the pressure in his abdomen, he realizes that his thighs are squeezed together and that he’s crossed his legs at the ankle. So maybe it’s getting a little worse than he thought, but he’s only got a few pages left now, and he wouldn’t want to give up on it now. It’s as he’s finishing up the chapter that he hears the scream, and by the time he’s made it out of his tent, a few of the others have already begun fighting off the Risen. “Robin!” He looks over to see Chrom fighting, and he’s quick to join him. “Do you have a plan for this?” “I have a few strategies, yes.” “Can you try to get the word around, then?” Robin nods and explains the gist of things to Chrom and the prince cuts down his foe. The two start off in opposite directions, and it’s while Robin’s running that he feels such a sharp pang that he nearly doubles over. Oh, this is very, very bad. He should have known that one day, a surprise battle would get the better of him, but he’s been so busy studying to be able to plan ahead more perfectly that somehow, he managed to land himself in this careless situation. Well, he isn’t going to give up just yet. The battle has to be won, but if everyone goes perfectly to plan, then it won’t be so long, and if he can just manage to hold out a little bit longer...he pushes his desperation as far from his mind as he can as he communicates with as many of his soldiers as he can, and fights off any Risen that get close to him. He and Chrom reunite not long after, fighting side by side, as they always fight best. Robin often relies on tactics that involve people partnering up, and it’s yet to fail him, and he and Chrom know each other’s style backwards and forwards. So it’s no wonder that Chrom notices a problem even though Robin thinks he’s being subtle. “Are you injured?” he asks. “What do you mean?” At first, Robin doesn’t get it. He hasn’t had a scratch landed on him yet. “You’re not fighting like you normally do,” Chrom replies. “If you’re injured, I can take the brunt of things.” “I’m perfectly fine. You must be imagining things.” He says it teasingly, but in truth, Robin is worried. It’s true that his fullness is not allowing him to move as freely as he ordinarily does, and if he moves too quickly or too suddenly, his bladder protests. It wouldn’t be the worst idea to simply give Chrom cover, but he doesn’t want to admit that there’s a problem in the first place. “If you’re sure. Just don’t overdo it, alright?” Fortunately, the battlefield is no place for long conversation, and he doesn’t have to keep trying to lie as they distract themselves with fighting. Unfortunately for him, the battlefield is also no place to fight this sort of battle, and his bladder hurts so much that he can hardly stand it, can hardly focus on the task at hand. A mistake here could cost him- or Chrom- his life, but every time he allows his mind to drift too far from the task of simply holding it, he’s immediately and harshly distracted as he feels dangerously close to losing control. It’s when he’s distracted, trying to think of some way to alleviate this pressure for just a little bit longer, that he makes one of those careless mistakes, and if it weren’t for Chrom, shoving him out of the way and cutting the Risen down, he knows he could have ended up seriously injured, at the very least. He’s lucky that that isn’t the case, that Chrom was watching out for him, but when he’s pushed aside, he’s so startled that he temporarily loses control, and for a moment, all he can do is frantically try to regain that control. Robin just barely manages to stem the flow, and he knows that he’s wet now, though he can’t tell if it’s enough to be visible or not. He could kick himself for getting so distracted, and he could kick himself for not simply relieving himself as soon as the need arose, rather than ending up in a situation like this. “Are you sure there isn’t something wrong?” asks Chrom. “This really isn’t like you.” “I’m fine,” he says, though he’s very aware of how strained his voice sounds. He’s just barely holding on now, and though they must be down to the stragglers, he still doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to make it long enough and he’s trying very hard not to show his panic. “I don’t think you are. Do you need to find a healer? I think I can handle myself, and the others seem to be doing fine.” He wants to decline, to stay by Chrom’s side and finish this battle proud, but when he feels another leak threaten to escape and doubles over, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. “Alright,” he gasps. “I’ll...go do that.” “Should I come with you? You really don’t look so good.” He clenches his fists, resisting the urge to grab himself between the legs like some sort of child. “N-no, it’s nothing I can’t…” He starts to try to hobble away, but Chrom is right behind him. “Let’s go find Lissa together. She needs to take a look at you. It seems like you’re getting worse.” “Chrom, please, I don’t- ah!” He gasps, another burst escaping, and he squeezes his thighs together, once again just barely stopping it. “Robin? What’s wrong?” He would appreciate the concern if he weren’t so desperate to get away, but he needs to get away, he needs to be alone, and Chrom won’t give him that opportunity, and he isn’t going to make it, he isn’t- He doesn’t. The only sound he makes is a soft whimper, and then his bladder gives out completely, a hot gush that he couldn’t hope to stop quickly flooding his pants. Chrom opens his mouth to say something, but it’s quickly obvious what’s happening and it falls shut again. The prince can only watch as his tactician absolutely humiliates himself, and Robin closes his eyes, his face burning. It goes on for so long that it feels like an eternity, and when it’s finally over, his bladder is still sore from being so overextended. He gives a shuddering sigh before he opens his eyes, to see Chrom still gawking at him, his own cheeks slightly flushed. “That...could have gone better,” he says, attempting to break the tension and cover just how mortified he is. This seems to snap Chrom out of his daze and he says, “I didn’t know that was the problem. I’m sorry I was….nosy about that.” “Well, I probably could have said something. I’m sorry that happened, I know it shouldn’t have, and I feel really stupid right now.” Robin gives an awkward laugh. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for. The attack came out of nowhere, and you fought bravely despite your own problem. If you ask me, that’s admirable,” says Chrom. “Maybe it is….still, I don’t think that’s a story I want passed down for the future generations.” “Then it will just stay between us. I don’t think anyone else saw you, so please, hurry back to your tent. I can make sure everything’s fine out here.” “Thank you,” says Robin, before quickly heading off to do as told. It’s not the ideal outcome, but he’s fortunate to have a friend like Chrom during times like that. Still, he’s definitely going to plan more carefully in the future.
  6. I absolutely love drawing, especially making my own comics. As I was looking through some of my old stuff I found a short omo comic about Damian Wayne I started back when I first signed up for this site (I chose Damian because I find the grumpy little kid adorable and there's barely anything omo related about him to be found), but lost inspiration to finish. I realized I've never posted anything I've drawn before here and decided to upload it before it gets lost in the sea of past works again. I hope the writing is legible; if not I'll add new text later. :) And please don't make fun of my Bat!Grayson... I know he's bad
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