The end of Batman and Robin - the Mayor and his wife

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Batman and Robin were running. Fast. Breathing hard. Keeping pace with each other. Twisting and turning as if they were a single being. Ducking down an alley. Taking a surprise turn. Backtracking.

'Next alley. After the barber's shop.' Batman gasped. Robin knew where they were. The alley would take them to the Batmobile, and to safety.

They swung into the alley at the last minute. Made it as far as a bend and froze. Their path was blocked by figures, dressed in black, heads covered too.

'Shit,' said Robin.

Batman turned and saw identical figures blocking their retreat. 'Double shit,' he said.

The figures advanced towards them, slowly, steadily, inexorably.

A fight was inevitable.

'Be brave, Robin.' Batman touched his friend's arm briefly.

'Be my hero, Batman.' Robin tried to smile, but failed.

Robin squared up to the figures ahead of them. Batman turned to face the figures behind.

 

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The figures split into rows as they approached, like this had been rehearsed. When they attacked, there was no signal given, but they surged forward together. Like a military drill, was Batman's thought as the first blows fell.

'Aaahhhhh.'

GRUNT

'Damnnnnnnn, bitch.'

THUD

'Uuhhhhhhhh.

CRACK

'ARGHAAAAAAAAAH. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.'

Batman did not lose consciousness in an instant. It was more gradual, as he gradually lost control over his legs, his arms flailed and his eyes lost focus.



When he came round, the alley was silent. He was slumped against the wall, next to a trash bin. He was sure it hadn't been there before. Someone had put it there or put him next to it, whatever, he was sure it was a message. His body ached from top to toe, like he had been trampled by a herd of buffalo. He eased himself to his feet, found his legs would support him, just, and looked around for Robin.

His friend was slumped further down the alley, also next to a bin, his head on his chest. He looked up as Batman called his name. As Batman approached, he could see Robin was shaking and there were tears running down his face.

'My box broke,' he spluttered as Batman knelt beside him.

'Bad luck, Robin.'

'Some luck but a lot of pickaxe handle,' was Robin's tearful response. 'I need help, Batman, please. I think my balls are ruptured. Get me to a doctor, quickly, please, please.'

Batman helped Robin to his feet and the pair staggered towards the Batmobile.

 

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A call from the Batmobile connected Batman with the clinical director at the hospital. She directed him to a side door, where she met him. A slim woman dressed in a crisp white coat, with black stockings, her greying hair pulled back in a tight bun and a stern expression on her face.

She helped Batman support Robin to her personal examination suite. A flick of her wrist despatched Batman to a waiting room as she turned to her patient.

It was half an hour before she emerged. Batman rose immediately.

'How is he, doctor? Will he be OK?'

The doctor sighed. 'Those questions are really asking me to violate patient confidentiality, but in the circumstances, I can tell you this. He has sustained a severe beating. His testicles have sustained significant damage. On examination, he is exquisitely tender to any touch – you may have heard his screams, although these rooms are supposed to be soundproof. As far as I can tell, there is no permanent damage, but I have arranged for him to have a scan of his groin in order to be sure. I have administered a strong dose of painkiller, which is gradually taking effect.'

'That's a big relief, doctor. Thank you so much. I'll wait and take him home.'

'And while you are waiting, I will examine you.' The doctor headed back into the examination room.

'No, thank you, all the same, I am sure I have not been injured, battered and bruised, but nothing broken.'

'Please let me be the judge of that. Remove your costume or whatever you call it and lie on the couch.'

Batman obeyed, although he retained his mask and silk thong.

The doctor's examination was swift but thorough. Her appraisal was short. 'Severe bruising to all the muscle groups, no detectable damage to bones. But,' she looked at the silk thong, 'I had best complete the examination.'

Her look told Batman that refusal was not an option.

As she lifted his cock, he let out a soft moan. 'It seems you were better protected than your companion.' Batman was not sure whether that was a criticism; he guessed it was. 'I'm not sure I would have fared any better against a pickaxe handle.'

She continued to examine the Bat balls with the fingers of one hand, while holding his cock aside with the other. Batman slowly became aware that he was getting hard.

'Apologies, doctor, apologies,' he coughed. 'No disrespect intended.'

'None taken.' She released his cock and let it fall onto his belly. 'In fact, this is quite a common reaction when a man has been through the kind of ordeal you have experienced today.' She turned and walked into her office without a backward glance.



An hour later, the pair were driving back to the Batcave.

'Batman,' Robin sounded tired and his voice was weak, 'how did they know where we were going. I mean, they were following us, but they couldn't know which route we would take, but they were in the alley to cut us off almost as soon as we.'

Batman was quiet for a while as he took some tricky curves.

'They must have known where the Batmobile was, so they knew our general course, and the ones behind us must have been communicating with the others. That's the way I figure it.'

'They were drilled, weren't they. Professional. Rehearsed, disciplined. Not just a bunch of thugs, like we're used to dealing with.'

'No, Robin, this is different, very different.'

 

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The Medical Director watched Batman and Robin limp off to their vehicle before opening a door in the corner of her office. A man strode out, tall, broad shouldered, clean shaven, close cropped hair. He wore the uniform of Chief Fire Officer.

'It was you, wasn't it, Mike? The one with the handle.'

The man grinned and slipped his hands round the doctor's waist.

'Damn, I wish I had been there to see that.'

'And hear it,' Mike grinned again, 'you should have heard that little pansy scream.'

'It's a pity you didn't get the Bat as well.'

'Didn't get a clear shot. It was chance which way they would turn to face us. In the melee I only had the one chance to use the pickaxe.'

'Did you hear him scream when I examined him?'

Another grin.

'I thought you would. He was crying for his mother. I don't know why Batman bothers with a wimp like him.'

'Don't you?'

'Well, maybe I have a suspicion.'

'I have a suspicion too.'

'Oh yes?'

'I have a suspicion, Maggie, that you're stark – bollock – naked under this coat.' His fingers began unfastening the buttons.

'And what makes you suspect that?'

'Because you always are.'

'I always am when I am with you.' She was unbuttoning his jacket. 'And I have another suspicion.'

'Oh yes?'

'I have a suspicion, Mike, that you've got a throbbing hardon in your pants.'

'And what makes you suspect that?'

'Because you always have.'

'I always have when I am with you.'

She was unzipping his pants.

'I'm wondering,' she murmured, 'what it feels like to have something long, hard and thick between my thighs.'

Mike looked around. 'Sorry, Maggie, I must have left the handle in the truck.'

She took hold of his cock and pulled him towards her as she backed against her desk.

'Improvise,' she told him. 'Now.'

He complied.



Later, they chatted as they dressed. 'Do you think this will be enough, Mike?'

'I doubt it. Batman is tough, he won't give up just because he took a beating.'

'It's not just the beating. It's psychological too. Robin was definitely badly affected. He's not experienced being on the losing side before.'

'That's good, if you're right. He won't be up for another fight any time soon. And the sooner he is gone, the better.'

'Have you heard from the others?'

'No, we agreed on no contact, certainly nothing electronic. There'll be a message sent round, discreetly, when the boss judges that the time is right.'

 

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The Mayor rushed home from the ambush on Batman and Robin and pushed his wife ahead of him into their bedroom, pulling off her clothes as they went. Looking back afterwards, it was difficult to know which was the more surprising and impressive: the vigour and stamina of the Mayor's performance or his wife's explosive reactive.

At the end, both lay flushed and breathless in each other's arms.

'Tell me about it. Did it go to plan? What did you do?'

The Mayor took his time to get his breath and gather his thoughts.

The truth was that things had not gone according to plan, with the result that it became chaotic, to the point where it was almost a shambles. The Fire Chief had arrived with a baseball bat or something similar, when weapons had been forbidden. He had laid into Robin putting on the ground in one swing between his legs. He then flailed the bat around that those behind him staggered back to keep out of his way. The Mayor avoided the same fate as Robin by a couple of inches. One of the firefighters alongside him was not so lucky. Eventually there was a surge forward, knocking the Fire Chief aside so that those behind could stomp and trample and kick the sobbing Robin, who made no attempt to defend himself.

'It all happened so quickly,' the Mayor had decided to keep as close to the truth as he could, while emphasising his contribution and playing down the chaos. 'The Fire Chief put Robin down with a blow between the legs.'

His wife gasped. 'Shit, I wish I had seen that. Did someone film it. That will go viral.'

'No, dear, no one filmed. All the CCTV in the area was shut down to prevent there being any evidence. Anyway,' he hurried on, 'I was two rows behind the Chief. I should have been in the second row, but there was a lot of pushing and shoving. I elbowed my way forward, managed to kick Robin's ass and stomp on his head before I was swept aside the other piled in. It all happened to quickly.'

'Darling, I'm so proud of you. Were you frightened?'

The question took the Mayor by surprise, as did his answer, which for once was the truth.

'No, I wasn't. I thought I would be, but when it all started, I was very calm.'

His wife gave him a long kiss.

'Robin is a pervert. He stares at my breasts every chance he can get.'

The Mayor grinned. 'So do I,' he admitted, 'you have great tits.' He bent over and began sucking her nipples.

'And Batman is creepy. When ever he caught me on my own, he would fondle my butt. He made my skin crawl.'

The Mayor's hands cupped his wife's buttocks.

'But you don't,' his wife purred as she began stroking his cock.

Within a few minutes, he was hard again and she was astride, riding him fast.

As he lay back and watched his wife riding him, the Mayor realised that she had never done this before. At least not with him. She was surprisingly skilful if this was her first time.