Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2020 15:00:08 -0400 From: Ian Engle Subject: Robin Gets Cat-Scratch Fever Chapter 6 -- bisexual - Celebrity Robing Gets Cat Scrath Fever Chapter Six By Evan Andrews The following story is a work of fan fiction. All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by DC Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. The story depicts males in sexual situations, mostly with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. The story is set in the New Teen Titans era, shortly before Dick Grayson becomes Nightwing in a continuity long since superseded. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please help keep Nifty going by contributing at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter Six: Rescued Dick was surprised one morning to wake up, not in a cage, not snuggled between Aquaman and Green Arrow, but alone in his old bed at stately Wayne Manor, his mind clear for the first time in--how long had it been? And what the fuck, was he...? He lifted the sheets hesitantly and looked. Thank god, he wasn't naked. Nor was he wearing his milking trunks or a cock-cage. Rather, he was had on a pair of pajamas. Pajamas in exactly the right size. Monogrammed pajamas. DG. "Way to go, Alfred," he thought. He looked around. There was nothing to remind him of the time he'd recently spent as Catwoman's boy-toy and cum-cow except for three parallel scratches across his left pectoral. A discrete knock at the door warned him in time to drop the sheet before Bruce walked in. "You're awake at last," Bruce said. "At last? How long was I asleep?" Dick asked. "Asleep? At least three days, but you were kidnapped four months ago." "Four months?!" "Yes. To give her credit, Catwoman was uncharacteristically devious. It took us that long to figure out where her lair was." "Us?" Bruce nodded. "Of course us. With you and two members of the JLA missing, you wouldn't expect anything less. The JLA and the Titans joined forces to search for you. And in the end we found you and brought you home." "You all found me—-found us..." "Let's not talk about that." "But..." "All three of you were loopy from a combination of Catwoman's cat-scratch fever and her drug cocktails. Whatever happened while you were in her fiendish clutches, you had no choice in the matter." "Not even..." "I said we weren't going to talk about it. That's final. Star Labs was able to synthesize the cure to the fever and a counteragent for the drugs in your system. You're all back to normal now, and they assure me you should have no memories about those lost months." "Normal," Dick echoed. Despite Bruce's assurances, coming off Catwoman's drugs hadn't blurred his memories at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Detoxing him had simply removed the memory fog her drugs had provided, and Dick found he could now remember everything, in excruciating detail. Every single thing he'd done, every single thing that had been done to him—-and how good it all felt. He remembered it all. "Well, as normal as life ever is for people in our line of work," Bruce smiled, and Dick wondered how Olly and Arthur were dealing with returning to `normal'. They'd been Catwoman's slaves and cum-cows for longer than he had. "Bruce, there's something we need to discuss..." "What part of `not talk about it'..." "Damn it, listen to me for a change. I need your advice." Bruce looked puzzled. Then mentor mode kicked in. "Of course, what about?" "Even if I don't remember the details of what happened while I was in Catwoman's clutches," Dick said, "When I was first captured, I think I enjoyed being over-powered. I took pleasure at being bound and at someone else's mercy." Bruce's puzzlement turned to a look of concern. "I can't deny it happened or that that's how I felt," Dick continued. He hoped that his half-truth would keep Bruce from delving any deeper, which he eventually would have, even if he had told his ward that they weren't going to talk about it. "Is this going to make me unreliable as a partner? Am I subconsciously going to want to fail in combat so that I can be dominated again?" "Dick Grayson? Want to fail?" Bruce said, reverting back to Batman mode, "Never. It's not in you." "But at a certain level, yes, it is. I can't deny it. What do I do?" Bruce, gruff and distant, broke through his Dark Knight persona and gave Dick a look of almost fatherly concern. "If it is—-if it's an itch you have, one that you cannot deny, then I think you need to take control of the situation and scratch that itch—-but do it your own way on your own terms." Dick looked at him incredulously.Was Bruce actually saying he should.... "Dick, I have carefully kept myself out of your social-and sexual--life as much as possible--believe it or not. You had to find your own way, but since you have asked my advice... Well, if you really think you might be tempted towards being dominated again, then I think you need a pre-emptive dose of the hair of the dog. I recommend you tell your Tamaranian girlfriend as much as you can remember about what happened to you and how it made you feel." Dick could only stare. This was not where he thought Bruce was going. "Tell Kori about enjoying being conquered? With her history? Are you insane?" "I may be wrong—-and if you tell anybody I said that I'll deny it—-but it's because of her history that she's the best suited to really understand what you felt then--and what you feel now. Who knows? She may even have a few tricks to show you about how to deal with those feelings." Bruce smiled reassuringly. "That is if you're man enough to face what she might dish out. Are you, buddy?" Dick considered and then smiled. "I think so. I'll let you know."