Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 04:33:48 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Robin Files

I was 9 when I lost my parents. It was then that I was put in orphanage. I
spent a small amount of time there. Then Bruce came to see me. He had a big
house and would let me live with him. He was nice and all...but I was
grieving. Still he made all the arrangements. I was taken to his big house
and was greeted by a man with mostly white hair named Alfred.
  "Welcome master Grayson. You are most welcome."  He was kind and smiled
with a warm tenderness. I did fell welcomed. Alfred led me to my room. As I
was unpacking my stuff I asked him a question.
  "Is this my room. Can I put up my own stuff? I have a poster of my family
from the circus." I pulled it out and showed it to him.
  "Yes I see, The Flying Graysons, I saw you all preform. I will return
with a ladder and supplies to put it up."

Alfred was as good as his word. I also had one of Batman and put that up
too. The one of batman wasn't as big. I had gotten it one of the times we
had returned to Gotham City from Florida. At age nine it wasn't easy
dealing with how my parents were gone from my life. Yet how it was at first
was so strange. Alfred reminded me of my grandfather we had once visited.
Last year he died and now I had just lost parents. I cried every night till
Bruce talked to me about being there for me.  Then when the crying all the
time stopped, I felt anger. I wanted to get back at Boss Zucco. The man who
had cause my parents death. But that took time.  I would have to find out
where and how to find him.

After the first week of crying I started to feel better. Bruce had me talk
with a Psychological Doctor. He so called climbed up in side my head. I
took it in stride. I was suppose to talk to him so I just said what I felt.
Then as I was feeling better; the case to bring Zucco to justice started to
begin. Bruce told me he would help find Boss Zucco and bring him to
justice. Bruce's fatherly side also came out.

I had just gotten into bed in my PJ's. Bruce came into my large bedroom. I
was sleeping on a four poster bed. It was big. he sat down on the bed and
started to tell me how he was gonna be like a Dad.
  "What do you mean. You gonna be my dad."
  "Well, I don't want to replace what he was. I'm the next best thing.
Alfred and I will be your family. Whatever you need you can get. I can give
you everything."
  "Can you give me my parents back?"
  "No Dick. But I will do the best I can to be there for you."

"O that's just fine. You're gonna be there to dry my eyes when I cry
more. What about man stuff. Who's gonna tell me about that."
  "Man stuff? What do you mean?"
  "My body, you know sex."

"O that. Sure I can tell you about that. Alfred can also help with that. He
told me most of what I know. That's not as important as you think."

I didn't know what he meant. My parents had always been about each other.
They loved me a lot too. But they had told me it starts with the parents. I
wondered if having kids would be something I would want to do. Right now I
just wanted to be a kid and have my parents back. It still felt like a
dream. A very bad dream. But I couldn't wake up. All I felt was
frustration. I couldn't touch, hold or see my parents. I missed my mother's
touch. She had been so tender to me. She'd tuck me in each night and tell
me I was her little man. She'd even tell me how wonderful I did in practice
with my acrobatic skill. If we had had a performance she would tell me
again how wonderful I did. It's not like my Dad didn't praise me. He just
wasn't my mother.

   "If I'm not able to help you with something than Alfred will be
there. We will be there for you Dick."

I wanted to believe him. I lunged for and hugged him. I looked up into his
face and...I guess its kind of like imprinting on to something. I can't
explain it. I wanted to be connected to him. I wanted to be with him. It
was during the night that I got up and found him asleep in his bed. I had
looked at the clock in my room it was 3 AM.
  "Hey Dick. I just got to be about an hour ago. What is it?"
  "I had a bad dream. Can I sleep here tonight?"
  "Sure buddy."

"Thanks..."  I was asleep real fast. The next thing I remember was waking
up next to Bruce. The sheets and the blanket were both tossed off of
us. There was Bruce sound asleep with his penis hanging out of his PJ's. It
was stiff and exciting to see. I didn't know what to think. I had never
seen a penis like that. How many 9 year olds get to see stuff like
that. This was a lot of years ago. There was no internet, cell phones. But
boys wanting to know about sex has always been the case. I reached out
slowly with my right hand towards his penis. My hand was shaking. I also
noticed that my penis was hard and I wondered why.  Normally it only got
that way then I had to pee in the morning. But my brain told me that wasn't
this. I felt like I was touching a vibrator of some sort. My whole being
felt wired.

Somehow I managed to get my right hand to his penis. The head was peeking
out of the foreskin. I wanted to know what was going on. I leaned my face
forward to smell it.  It had a slight pee smell and something else. I was
the same way. I had my foreskin too. But this smell seemed different. I had
my face real close to the head. I rolled the skin down his penis. There was
white stuff in the bottom part of the head. I don't know why I put my
tongue out to taste it. But I did.

The taste as well as the smell sent me crazy. i started to suck it. I
didn't know what I was doing. Bruce stirred and I sudden panic and dropped
his penis. My mind was reeling.  What was going on with me. I guess it was
my desire to know all things Bruce. I found him to be the kind of man I
wanted to be. Bruce woke up slowly and smiled at me.
   "Good morning buddy. Did you sleep well."
  "Yeah, how come your penis is hard."
  "O That." He said so casually.
  "Yeah, mine does that too sometimes."
  "Well that's part of the man stuff. As you get older you whole body will
change."  His penis was still hanging out. He made no effort to put it back
into his PJ's. I reached for it and grabbed it.
  "So your penis being hard is normal? I mean mine has started to get hard
in the morning more often recently."  I started to stroke his meat slowly
while I talked.
  "So what else happens as get older."
  "Well you'll get a bigger body like mine. Everything about you will
change. Your feelings about girls will change."
  "What do you mean. Girls are good for nothing."
 "Wow...that feels real good. Buddy please let go of my penis. You're..."
He was panting. I let go reluctantly.
 "You were saying about girls." I was always a focus boy. I didn't have
issues of forgetting things.

Bruce stood up and his penis somehow was now in his PJ's. I got a sour look
on my face.
  "What wrong," said Bruce to me.
  "Nothing."
  "I see. You have already started to feel different about...sex. How about
girls?"
  "No. But seeing how you're just a normal as me..."
  "What do you mean."
  "Well I like to pull the skin of my penis up and down too."
  "O that. You're upset because you can't see my penis?"
  "Well, I want to be just like you Bruce. In every way. I want to be with
you all the time."
 "OK...still there are times when I spend time doing stuff by
myself. Alfred doesn't even go with me."

"Like what," I wanted to know.  It was still unknown to me that at this
time Bruce Wayne was Batman. I however found the look real cool. I had a
poster in my room I had brought with me in my stuff. It gave me a hard
penis I remembered. OK So I was an odd nine year old boy. But part of me
felt like it was power; cool power. I had been to Gotham City a number of
times.  But during the winter a lot of circus's stayed in Florida. Then
each year we would travel back to each city to preform under the big top. I
had always loved the job, the environment, the people, and doing it all
with my family.

Bruce went on to tell me how he did business stuff. Something deep inside
me told me there was something else. My Dad had always told me I had good
instincts.  It took me a year to fully understand what he meant. I wondered
if sex was one of the reasons that Bruce did stuff on his own.

Later that night I again had a bad dream and again I was in Bruce's bed
around 2 AM. In the early morning I wake up about 9am. Bruce is still
asleep.  I reach toward the fly in his PJ's. I grabbed his penis and like
before I smell it. It sends a chill thru me. Its an exciting thrill. I
smell it more.  Then I put my mouth on it. The head feels so wonderful in
my mouth. I'm wondering if mine is the same if I could suck it. I start to
really suck it. It feels like power in my hand and mouth. I keep sucking
it. Bruce never woke up. But he starts to move around as I sucked. The his
whole body stiffens up and he arches his back. Then my mouth is flooded
with something. It tastes different than anything I've ever tasted. But I
like it. I somehow manage to swallow it all. But then I'm good at adapting
to situations. That's why I did well as a Trappist. Then I felt Bruce's
hand on my head pushing me away.

I look at his face and he still seems asleep. My penis hurts and I reach
for it. Maybe I can shoot stuff out of mine. I rub it for a while. Then
suddenly as I rolling the skin down my meat for about the 100th time or so;
a wave a pleasure washes over me as my body stiffens up and I arch my
back. I realize right then that must be what Bruce felt. But I wanted
more. So I rub it a lot more times. Each rubbing session ends with a mind
blowing feeling of pleasure in my body. This must be what sex is all about.
Pleasure.

I just lay there not knowing what to do. About 10 minutes later Alfred
walks in and smiles at me.
  "So that is why you weren't in your bed little sir."

"I had another bad dream Alfred." I sat up and reached for Alfred. He grabs
me and takes me to the bathroom. Each day since I have come to live in
Wayne Manor; Alfred each morning has seen to my well being. It starts each
day with a bath. There a bathroom off my bedroom. Its my own and know one
else uses it. When we get there I hear the water in the tub already
running.  Alfred helps me undress and I get into the tub. The whole time he
just smiles and tells me how good I am for doing as I'm told.

Now I'm going to tell you what happened between Bruce and Alfred. I over
heard them talking.  It was later in the day shortly after Lunch. Bruce is
talking about something strange. But then the subject changes to me.
   "Alfred he's needy. Was I like that?"
   "Yes sir. Especially after your parents passing."
  "What about sex."
  "Beg your pardon."

"You know little boy stuff. Wanting to know everything about sex. He's a
bit bold. Thank goodness I have learned how to hold my emotions in when I
have to...still it seems odd that he has asked me. Was I so preocuppiecd by
sex at that age?"

"You were just as bad. You cried a lot. You got angry a lot. You became a
sexual active boy; albeit by yourself most of the time. It was when you
found something to be focused on you got better. But let's face it.  You've
had your share of woman over the years. Thank goodness you've been
careful."
  "Yeah, It's kind of hard to find the right kind of girl with my
situation. When she finds out it often doesn't last. I know I'm no
angel. But I'm no pig either."
  "You know I would never tell you who to love Bruce. I've only ever
expressed my concerns."
  "Yes, I know Alfred. I just hate to see Dick go through the same crap I
had too. But still the whole sex questions seems strange. How did you do so
well with me?"
  "Well, sir...I can control my emotions as well. But then again I'm
British after all."
  "How true."


They went on with a few other cryptic sentences. They talked about the
stock market. There was a big fundraiser coming up. Then I heard about the
guy who cause my parents to die.
  "It would seem I was right about Tony Zucco. He was the one doing the
exstortion and cause the accident. Clearly it was murder."
  "So how should we proceed Bruce?"
  "Well, I've recently gotten a lead on Tony Zucco. Seems he's been hiding
out. I think I should talk to Dick about it. "

"Are you sure that's wise sir. I mean after all it only been three
weeks. The boy spent some time in that orphanage. Then when you found out
about the boy having no other family."
  "I know Alfred. An orphanage is no place for a kid who lost both parents
at once like that.  For Christ sake, he saw his parents killed right in
front of him. It was just like how it happen for me."

I was shocked to hear how Bruce had lost both his parents right in front of
him too. I really was a lot like him. Hearing that bonded me further to
him. So many things were happening inside my head. Three things popped out
very clearly.

Bruce would understand my desire for revenge. He had found a lead on Tony
Zucco.  Where was he hiding out as I want to kill Tony myself.  Their
conversation stopped suddenly as Alfred announced he had to get things
ready for dinner.  I wanted to ask Bruce about Tony. No I had to. I figured
that dinner would be a good time.

Alfred served up a big dinner that the cook made.  There was in fact 7
staff at the manor not counting Alfred. I would later find out that he
wasn't really staff. Bruce may pay him, but he really was family Bruce told
me.

As we were eating I looked straight at Bruce and started right in on Boss
Zucco.
   "Bruce I heard something about Boss Zucco...Sorry I wasn't trying to
listen. My parents told me not to eves drop. But I heard you mention Tony
Zucco. He's the one who was hanging the circus all the time making
threats. The Circus owner said he would never be back to Gotham City for as
long as he owned the circus after what happened. But where's Zucco."
   "OK, here's what I found out. He seems to be hiding at an old sort of
park or something. The cops have been looking everywhere for him. The paper
even mentioned that Batman has vowed to help if the police want the
help. But I think we don't need his help. You and I can help the police. I
still know a lot of people in the city."
   "If Batman wants to help I don't care. I just want Zucco captured and
killed. I want to be the one that kills him."
   "Wait, Dick...killing someone is serious stuff."
   "I want him dead. You can't know what...."

Bruce started to tell me more than what I heard him talk about his parents.
I stood up and was yelling at him. I was even angry at him.  Then somehow I
realized that Bruce was trying to help. I stated balling again. I was
shaking with fear and angry. I didn't know what was going on with me. He
took me into a hug and told me that what I was feeling was perfectly
normal.
   "You just can let your emotions turn you into what guys like Tony Zucco
are.  You will become the monster that you want to destroy."
   "I know you're right its just...." I started to ball again.
   "We will see Tony Zucco go to jail. Don't worry. There are 10 people at
least that have said they will testify to the fact that he did kill your
parents of that he has been doing other crimes as well."

I knew Bruce was right and on top of the situation. I just want to get back
at Boss Zucco. But at what price Bruce had reminded me. I hugged Bruce
again and Alfred came into the room.  He led me to the bathroom. I took a
hot bath and went to bed. Again I had another bad dream. I went to Bruce's
room again and there he was sound asleep. As I slid under the sheet and
blanket I laid on Bruce. He was on his back and I laid my head on his
chest. I then put my right hand on his stomach and found his crotch. His
penis was as heard as ever.

It had been a cold night and so Bruce had pulled the blanket and sheet over
himself. So now my head went under them both to his penis. I couldn't see
it; but I could feel it as I worked it out of the slit in his PJ bottoms. I
rolled the skin back and sucked on the head. It felt just as good as the
other night. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful again. I loved how the
head felt cool in my mouth. The texture and feel of it. Then his fluid
filled my mouth and I loved that taste too. I then licked my hand and jerk
my penis to three times of pleasure. I then drifted off to sleep. I woke
the next morning sleeping with my hand on Bruce's penis and my head on his
chest. I woke up suddenly as Alfred touched my shoulder. He led me into the
bathroom and I took a wonderful warm shower. I found clothes on my bed and
dressed for the day.

At breakfast neither Bruce or Alfred said anything about the sexual contact
I had with Bruce. Either they didn't know or did want to talk about
it. Bruce told me that we were going to see Police Commissioner Gordon
today.


Sorry to end it there. I'm sure more is to come....

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