Chapter 1: The Butler Did It.
The butler frantically tied his robe around his waist to cover his lean-muscled body as he raced downstairs. Under his robe, the well-built 56-year old manservant was naked. Normally, he would have thrown on something more, but he knew there was no time. The alarm had triggered mere moments ago, signaling someone was on the grounds. He had to get downstairs quickly.
As Alfred entered the expansive foyer, he saw the front door wide open. A familiar red and yellow motorcycle was parked out front. He turned to see the young man striding down the hall, his long black cape with the yellow lining flowing behind him. Alfred jogged to catch up as the determined intruder walked confidently but quickly through the opulent mansion towards the library. Towards the entrance to the cave. That meant trouble.
The older man called out, “Master Tim? Wait!” Alfred caught up as Red Robin burst through the double wooden doors to the library. “Sir? Please wait. I wasn’t expecting you this evening.” He added with a tone that expressed disapproval, “And through the front door in your fighting togs? What if someone sees your motorcycle? Please move it immediately.”
The 18-year old hero turned, “Alfred. Sorry to wake you, but I got a call earlier. Bruce is in trouble. I haven’t gotten an update, so I came here. I need to use the Batcomputer to track him or the Batmobile. I don’t have time to move the bike.”
Alfred tensed but merely said, “Oh dear.” He stalled for time, “But why -”
Red Robin anticipated the question, “I tried activating the cave entrance, but it wasn’t responding. And it looked like there had been a fight there. Even though someone had clearly tried to cleanse the whole area of tire and boot prints, I’m sure Dick was involved.”
“I doubt that. Master Grayson seldom drops by now that he lives in Bludhaven. Perhaps it was animals scuffling.” Tim gave the butler a skeptical look so Alfred changed focus. He explained, “Master Bruce changed the codes this evening before going out on patrol. Since you have moved out to live with Conner, I suppose that he didn’t feel it urgent to inform you.”
“That doesn’t sound like Bruce.” Red Robin spoke faster, “You know that he’s been distracted thanks to the Arkham break. Pushing himself too hard. What if he finally reached his limit and somebody got the drop on him?” Tim got himself under control, “I need to help find him.”
The butler nodded, “Of course. Leave the bat-computer to me. You can return to Gotham and I will radio you what I find.”
“No, thanks. I’ve got this.”
“But Batman is likely being held in the city. I know the system better and if you were in Gotham, you could respond faster. At least 15 minutes faster.”
“I hear you but I’ve got backup who can get there even faster.”
Alfred nodded, well aware that Tim’s boyfriend Conner was the young powerhouse Superboy. Now that they were 18 and in college, the two young heroes had formed a World’s Finest duo of their own. The butler held back his emotions as he processed the implications of yet another potential disaster this evening. He carefully assessed the threat. Tim was the best detective but the smallest and least experienced of the Bat-family. At least the super-powered clone was still in Gotham, futilely looking for heroes who weren’t there.
“I am well, thank you. Perhaps I am a little distracted. I was sleeping soundly and now this disturbing news about Master Bruce.” He paused then asked, “You are sure that I cannot persuade you to join Conner’s search in Gotham.”
Tim gave him an exasperated sigh.
The butler stayed quiet but thought, “Disrespectful little brat. You deserve what’s coming.”
Red Robin turned away, “Get some sleep, Alfred. I’ll bring Bruce back safe and -”
Alfred unleashed a vicious chop to the back of the young hero’s neck. THWAK! Red Robin fell forward into the bookcase. The butler followed up with a series of hard kidney punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! The older man grabbed Tim by the shoulder, spinning him around. He moved in with a knee to the former sidekick’s abs. WHOMP! OOF! As Tim bent forward, he received another chop. THWAK!
Red Robin dropped to one knee. He dove forward to escape but Alfred grabbed his cape and pulled him back. YOINK! He grabbed Tim by the neck and slammed him back-first into the bookcase. WHAM! He sent a right cross across the young hero’s chin. CRACK! Tim barely managed to roll with it. Red Robin stumbled on his feet, reeling from the punches.
Even worse, the chiseled young man was reeling from the fact that the faithful butler was actually attacking him. The malevolent manservant kicked sideways, slamming his leg into the young stud’s flat midsection. WHOMP! OOF! As Red Robin bent forward, the butler grabbed him by his thick black hair. Alfred lifted the former sidekick’s head up then brought it down onto his rising knee. SMACK! Tim saw stars and his arms dropped down limply.
Alfred viciously pulled on luscious mop, spun around and literally threw the former sidekick around into the solid wood bookcases. WHAM! The young hero slumped to the floor as books fell down on him. BONK! THONK! WHACK! He pushed up, only to get a kick to his abs. THUD! OOF! Alfred gloated over the fallen hero, enjoying the little man’s weakness.
The butler shed his robe, revealing his powerful venom-infused body. He pushed down on the former sidekick’s back with his bare foot, easily holding Red Robin down. “You should have listened to me, Master Tim.” The word ‘master’ was dripping with irony. “If only I could trade your pathetic life for Master Grayson’s.”
Red Robin couldn’t exactly process what was being said but he wondered if it meant Dick was captured? Or worse? It didn’t matter. He needed to focus on his immediate problem - surviving Alfred’s vicious attack. He’d been caught off-guard but the butler was much stronger than Tim expected. Alfred dragged his prey up by his hair then grabbed him around the throat.
The butler slammed Tim into the wall. WHAM! He reached down, carefully and safely unfastening the utility belt around the young hero’s trim waist. CLANG! It hit the ground then he kicked it away. Tim gathered his wits. He lashed out with a boot to the inside of the older man’s knee. WHACK! The malevolent manservant cried out and staggered backwards.
Red Robin spun around, delivering a leaping roundhouse to the side of Alfred’s head. CRACK! The butler stumbled to the floor. The naked older man looked up with wide confused eyes, looking weak and confused. He asked meekly, “What? What’s going on?”
Tim saw the old Alfred in his eyes. He moved in, “Are you okay? You attacked me!”
“I did what? How did I get down here? Oh dear, why am I naked?”
Red Robin moved in to aid the suddenly frail older man. As the hero helped him up, Alfred’s lean muscles grew again. Looking like a bodybuilder, he turned, powering Tim over his head. The powerful muscleman threw the shocked teen into the wall. WHAM! OOF! The young muscleboy collapsed. Alfred pulled his prey to standing then unleashed a barrage of fists to the body and face. THUD! POW! WHACK! SMACK! KAPOW! THWAK! WHOMP!
Alfred drove the wobbly hero back into the paneled wall. POW! THWAK! WHOMP! THUD! WHACK! Red Robin was barely able to stand as he was relentlessly torn apart by the increasingly powerful fists. As the hero was being torn apart, he realized that the butler was actually still getting bigger. Tim tried to defend himself, but it was no use. He was not being given any chance to recover or go on offense.
Red Robin realized that Alfred could actually kill him!
Chapter 2: Why The Butler Did It.
To buy time, Tim asked a simple question, “Why?”
Alfred smiled, “That, my boy, is a long story.”
The malevolent manservant forced Red Robin’s arms up over his head. He pinned them there with one hand as he grabbed the bottom of the hero’s long black cape. He pulled it up then worked it around the hero’s handsome face then behind his head, blinding his biceps to his temples and effectively blinding the young stud. Tim struggled but it was too little, too late.
The butler held to teen hero in place by his wrists. With his free hand, Alfred grabbed a ceremonial dagger from the nearest shelf - a gift to Bruce Wayne from some dignitary. The cold steel glistened as the butler ran the flat side over his victim’s compact body. Even blinded by his cape, Tim knew what it was. He suppressed his fear, focusing on breathing as the cape threatened to suffocate him.
Alfred mused, “You always were such a disappointment. And today? To fall for such an obvious ploy? Master Dick didn’t. Such a wonderful young man. You, however, are weak, stupid and unfit to wear this suit.”
Alfred slid the blade down the hero’s red tunic, slicing the closures off. It fell open, revealing the black spandex shirt underneath. The malevolent manservant summoned more venom, the powerful steroid that was fueling his domination of the young hero. He drew back the blade and drove it into the wall over the hero’s wrapped head. It cut through the cape and plunged deep into the wooden paneling.
The blade held the cape up, securing the blinded young stud’s head and arms in place. Tim was truly trapped now. As he surveyed the helpless hero struggling, the butler smiled cruelly. He ripped Red Robin’s undershirt open, revealing the smooth taut muscles underneath. The flesh was flawless, the only body hair being the dark treasure trail from his navel into his pants.
“I am actually glad you came. I have so much pent up energy. My veins course with venom. Before I send you off to your final fate, let me work some of it off.”
Alfred brutally punched the bare abs. THUD! POW! THUD! He smiled, “You asked ‘why’. I will tell you ‘why’. I know, I know. ‘The butler did it’ is the oldest cliché in the book, but in this case, it is true. Right now, Bruce, Dick and Superman are in the cave being transformed into slaves for the world’s greatest villain. I hired him. And I unleashed him.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“You see, boy, I am getting revenge for the only man I ever loved. A brilliant surgeon and an even more brilliant businessman. So handsome. So fit and strong. A beautiful soul. An incredible lover and friend. Bruce’s father. Dr. Thomas Wayne. Thomas and I would lie together after our intense, passionate love-making and discuss the future. Our future. Our life as one.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“We were soul mates. The only thing standing in our way was a shrewish heiress who controlled the money. Through Wayne Enterprises, Thomas built her millions into billions but an elaborate pre-nuptial agreement meant that he would walk away with a mere pittance. If he wanted freedom, it would mean sacrificing his success. His legacy. All to her.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“I argued that the divorce settlement would still provide us with a wonderful life and that we could build a new fortune. Our fortune. Thomas would not leave empty-handed. And he would not leave Bruce. He loved his son more than. -” Alfred’s voice hitched, “- more than anything. Thomas could never win a custody battle. So, he stayed. Until we came up with a solution.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“It was all so simple. Thomas hired a local thug named Joe Chill to murder her. It was supposed to look like a simple robbery. Lead her into the alley. A scuffle. She gets shot. Thomas would put thousands of dollars into his wallet as payment. An inaccurate description would lead to an unsolved crime. We would live happily ever after, raising young Bruce. A perfect family.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“That night, I learned that there is no such thing as perfect. As you know, things went awry. First, Martha brought Bruce along at the last minute. She showed up with the brat, meeting Thomas at the theater. It was too late to cancel. I know that it must have been torture to sit in their private box knowing what was to come. Knowing the pain it would cause Bruce to actually see his mother gunned down before his eyes. Poor Thomas.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“Yes, poor Thomas. A victim of the son he loved so much. Too much. It was right there in the police report. During the robbery, young Bruce stupidly and selfishly made a wrong move towards the thug. Joe got spooked and turned the gun towards him. Thomas instinctively protected his son. The thug suspected a double cross. He shot. Thomas was hit in the back, shielding his son. And two died that night instead of one.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
Alfred choked then said, “Actually three died. Martha. Thomas. And my heart. The events were confirmed by Joe Chill himself right before I killed him. One shot right between the eyes. Into the river. No one ever even missed the petty criminal. No one searched for him. And when his body did surface, no one cared. It didn’t even make the nightly news. The Wayne’s murder was officially unsolved but I knew that justice was done.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“All except for one piece of justice. Master Bruce. The one who destroyed our plans. The one who destroyed my life. The one who killed his father as surely as if he had held the gun. His stupidity doomed Thomas and doomed me. Well, after Thomas’ death, I knew what I had to do. I had to avenge my lover. Every day I hated Bruce a little more until it consumed me.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“At the very least, the Waynes’ deaths should have put me in control of the family fortune, but that bitch Martha outmaneuvered me. She put in so many checks and balances into the trust that I could never figure out a way to bankrupt Bruce and I could steal very little. I wondered why she hadn't trusted me. Had she somehow known that her husband loved me? No, she couldn’t have known that, or I would’ve been gone, but she must have suspected something.
POW! THUD! POW!
“And so, instead of earning justice and assuming my rightful place on the throne of Wayne Manor, I had to remain a lowly butler, tending to an insufferable brat who killed my soul mate. How I hated Bruce Wayne. A young murderer with everything. Ridiculously attractive. Impossibly wealthy. Remarkably brilliant. The perfect man with everything. Killing him wouldn’t be enough. I needed to ruin him and he ruined my life. How could I destroy someone like him?”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“Bruce’s self-absorption helped with that. I kept him from getting the proper care for his indulgent depression. You know, he never appreciated all he had. Instead, he chose to mope about as though his life was so terrible. Millions of children lose their parents, but they had to grow up and move on. They didn’t have the luxury to cry about it their whole life. And he never felt enough guilt that he caused his father’s death, blaming criminals instead of himself.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“And so, I used his self-absorbed angst against him. I carefully manipulated the brat into a dangerous life. Off he would go into the worst parts of the world with no money or contacts. I dreamed of him facing torture. But he always returned. Finally, with the invention of 'Batman', I had new hope. I hoped Bruce Wayne would be crippled the first night he went out. Instead, he survived every night. Every goddamn night. Every death-defying leap from a building. Every fight with a low-life criminal. Every death trap. Every battle with some psychotic.
“Every time Batman came home victorious, it was a dagger in my heart.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
“When I received my terminal diagnosis - I am dying, by the way - I knew that I could be a passive observer no longer. I had failed to avenge Thomas for 25 years. No longer. I sought out the world's deadliest man. And I found him. I exhausted all my money but I had no need of a legacy. No heirs. No desires beyond knowing Bruce Wayne was destroyed.”
POW! THUD! POW!
“I finally met the great man and I knew immediately that he was the one. Masked and muscular, he wasn’t just physically powerful. He was brilliant. Cruel. Sadistic. I promised him the city, knowing that I was making a deal with a devil. I simply didn’t - and don’t - care. I have finally achieved the destruction of Bruce Wayne and Batman.”
THUD! POW! THUD!
Alfred paused then said, "If I wanted to murder Bruce, I could have killed him a thousand times. I want him to pay. And now, he finally will. His mind is being destroyed. His body is owned. And his values corrupted. For the rest of my days, he will be a henchman slave. All he is and all he has will be in the better hands. And after I’m gone? Gotham City can burn."
POW! THUD! POW!
Tim’s torso was bright red from the fists. His tight muscles were aching. Alfred stopped. He caressed the smooth chiseled abs. Red Robin flinched. It made the butler smile.
“Now, little boy, it’s time to introduce you to the man himself. Time to hand you over to Bane!”
Chapter 3: Red Robin’s Fight for Life.
Even as his bare torso was ruthlessly hammered by steroid-enhanced punches, Tim carefully listened to the entire monologue. He couldn’t believe any of it was true. This was some trick. Wasn’t it? It had to be something but that didn’t matter at the moment. The young hero had to survive first then he could try to unpack this mystery. And his survival was very much in doubt.
Using Batman’s meditation techniques, Red Robin had barely managed to stay conscious as his cape suffocated him. His focus enabled him to control his breathing and block out the pain from his pecs and six-pack being relentlessly abused. His abs were so sore that he couldn’t lift his legs to kick. Not that he tried. Trapped by his cape, fighting back was futile. He had to wait it out.
When Alfred grabbed him around the waist, Tim assumed it was a finishing bearhug. Instead, the malevolent manservant held him with one arm as he unfastened the cape from his neck. The butler backed him away from the wall, sliding his arms and heads free. Alfred threw Red Robin to the floor hard. SPLAT! Alfred kicked Tim onto his stomach then pulled off his shirts.
The naked butler dragged the shirtless teen up by his thick black mop of hair. Tim hung weakly in the butler’s remarkably powerful grip. Alfred lifted his prey over his shoulder. Red Robin hung completely limp, his arms and head dangling behind. Alfred gripped his small firm butt and leg to keep the helpless hero in place on his shoulder.
They moved towards the hall. Tim realized that they were heading to the stairs to the Batcave. Alfred really was taking him to this new villain. He couldn’t let that happen. It was now or never. Red Robin gripped the naked butler’s ass and pushed himself up. He swung his elbow back into his neck. WHACK! The surprise blow distracted Alfred. WHACK! A second elbow stopped him.
Red Robin threw his torso down. With the help of his momentum and slick spandex pants, he was able to slide along the muscular shoulder and land on his hands behind Alfred. Tim did a somersault and spin. As soon as Alfred turned, he was met with a powerful kick to his chin. CRACK! The impact of the boot sent the naked butler staggering backwards into the wall.
Alfred wiped his chin. No blood. Tim held back, using his incredible observational skills to evaluate the situation. He noted where his utility belt lay. He assessed Alfred’s speed and strength. And he assessed his own limitations. He needed that belt. But he couldn’t just go for it. Even if he reached it first, he wouldn’t have time to use it. Red Robin needed to create time.
The butler stepped forward. He wore only a cruel grin as he tightened his powerful body and activated even more venom. Red Robin stared as the lithe older man he knew was now a hulking bodybuilder. Veins popped, flesh stretched and muscles pumped. It was an incredible transformation but also a scary one. This new alpha-male Alfred was a true beast.
The young hero bravely charged in. He smoothly leapt at Alpha-red, dropkicking the steroid-infused manservant back into the wood-paneled wall. WHAM! He landed low, ducking as the beastly butler bounced off with a clothesline. WHOOSH! As the older bodybuilder stumbled forward, Red Robin sprung to his feet. Both men turned to face the other.
The shirtless hero was no closer to his belt but he was closer to the door. Instead of fighting, maybe he could escape. All he had to do was signal Conner and the odds would change significantly. Tim feinted for his utility belt and the malevolent manservant moved to block him. The young hero skillfully leapt to the left, vaulted over the leather sofa and raced towards the library door. He looked back and Alfred was still across the large room.
Red Robin turned his head as he raced through the doorway.
WHOMP! OOF!
Tim bounced backwards into the library as he ran into a larger muscleman entering the room. He fell on his ass as the stumbling brute was caught by another large man behind him. They were both powerful nearly naked bodybuilders in black face masks and shiny pro wrestling leather boots. The young hero saw they were as surprised to see him as he was to see them.
One of them stepped in, “We was getting a snack and wondered what the fuck was going on. Looks like we got another hero to add to the boss’ collection, right, Bash?”
The two men filled the doorway. Red Robin doubted he could get past them as they were clearly braced for battle. The one named Bash looked over, noticing the naked butler for the first time. Alfred had suppressed his venom, looking more normal but still muscular.
The malevolent manservant smiled, “What a fortuitous event. Things really are going my way this evening. Men, I am Alfred. I assume Bane informed you of our relationship?”
The one who wasn’t Bash nodded, “Yeah, yeah, we got you. You’re the butler. We interrupting?”
“No, I’ve had my fun. You may have yours.”
Bash said, “You hear that, Smash? We got ourselves our very own Robin. Not as good as Crush’s but he’s better than nothing.”
Tim gulped as the two men grinned at him with hunger in their eyes.
Chapter 4: The Henchmen Join In.
Red Robin knew that he was in trouble. With his abs torn apart by Alfred, he wasn’t anywhere near full-strength. He was shirtless and more importantly, beltless, against two bodybuilders. Make that three, because while the butler might just watch for now, Tim knew that he would step in if Bash and Smash got in trouble. He had to maneuver them from the door.
The shirtless teen moved. Alfred knew exactly what he was doing. As the naked butler expanded Tim’s utility belt and slipped it around his own waist, he casually told the musclemen to guard the door. Once warned, they refused to play along, keeping themselves between Red Robin and escape. Tim realized that he would need to move the bodybuilders himself. That meant taking the fight to them, despite how he felt.
When the young hero leapt forward, Bash kicked his boot up, connecting with the softened-up washboard abs. THUD! OOF! Tim’s midsection folded and he dropped to his knees, head down and ass up as he coughed. Smash rolled to his feet and got in a crouch as Red Robin fought through the pain. He slowly rose to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Bash.
Smash carefully maintained his crouch as he shuffled to stay to the side. Red Robin knew that he was acting as a menacing distraction but that didn’t help. Knowing something and doing something about it were different. Bash was being the aggressor. He was making sure the young hero stayed off-balance with an impressive combination of kicks and punches.
Smash suddenly burst forward, charging in. Red Robin smoothly moved into a defensive martial arts position, ready to deflect the reckless attack. He was surprised when Smash turned his back to the hero as he leapt at him. His powerful body acted as a wrecking ball made of muscle as he slammed into the lighter young stud. WHOMP! SPLAT! The hero tried to push him aside, but he was flattened to the hard wooden floor as Smash rolled away.
Red Robin rolled over onto hands and knees. Smash rose quickly, leaping to his feet. He was unharmed by the collision. The teen hero pushed up to his feet. Behind him, Bash suddenly stepped out of the shadows and immediately grabbed the hero from behind. The former sidekick was ready, immediately grabbing the right arm and flipping the much larger muscleman over. WHAM! Bash landed hard but he rolled up beside his partner.
The teen hero raised his arms as he had both of his opponents in front of him. Alfred was now wearing his belt, effectively removing it from the equation and they were still blocking the door. Tim felt his adrenaline draining. He had limits and he was reaching them. Red Robin realized these men were toying with him. Their matching hard-ons showed just how much fun they were having and how much fun they intended to have.
Bash and Smash flanked him. Red Robin braced then tried to leap between them as they charged. Neither man was fooled. They each grabbed an ankle and pulled, throwing him backwards into the wall. WHAM! He crumpled to the floor. Bash dragged the teen hero up by his wrist then locked his arms behind him in a chicken wing.
Tim squirmed in the hold but even at his best he couldn’t break free. Bash was far too powerful. Smash moved in. Red Robin kicked up but the massive henchman swatted his boot away with ease. WHACK! The smirking muscle beast moved in close. He cupped the trapped teen’s bulge in one hand while caressing the red tortured torso with the other.
“Yeah, you’re a cute little thing, ain’t ya? Bats sure knows how to pick ‘em.” Smash squeezed the ample package causing the young hero to moan. “Baby birds like you need to be caged, otherwise they get in trouble.” Smash grabbed Tim’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes. “We’re gonna cage you up real nice.”
Red Robin moaned as he was toyed with. He was powerless as he was fondled. Smash reached into the front of the teen hero’s spandex pants. The henchman felt the young stud’s manhood then peeled the pants down onto Tim’s thighs. Exposed and trapped, Red Robin felt his face go red. Smash grabbed his hair and lifted the young hero’s head. The henchman forced a kiss on the helpless stud.
Smash lifted his lips then pulled hard on the thick black hair. Bash let go as Smash forced Tim’s head down. He brought the hero’s face to his engorged cock, making sure to slap him with it. WHAP! With another hard shove, he forced Red Robin into a standing head scissors. Smash tightened up his legs and flexed, the pressure causing the hero to cry out.
Bash grabbed the bare ass and squeezed the cheeks. Red Robin pushed on Smash’s thighs but the mighty muscleman was too strong. Smash grabbed his wrists and lifted the hero’s lean arms upwards. Bash reached between the teen hero’s legs from behind and grabbed around the base of the teen’s dangling cock and balls. He said, “Don’t try nothing or else.”
Smash laughed, “Yeah, you’re just a spare. Bane won’t give a shit how we deliver you.”
Red Robin relaxed, believing them. He had to live to fight another day and if that meant being submissive now, he had no choice. The henchmen smirked as the famous sidekick obviously submitted to them. Bash slapped the bare butt cheeks, tanning them. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He squeezed them then pulled them apart, whistling his approval.
“Oh yeah. We got real authentic bat-boy here. Right where we want him.”
Bash ran his cock head up and down Red Robin’s crack. He knelt down and spit on the teen hero’s hole. The bodybuilder henchman used his fingers to get the helpless young stud wet. The henchman laughed as he savored the feeling of pure domination. He rose up, pressing his cock head at the slick hole. Bash paused, letting the hero think about what was coming.
The henchman couldn’t resist running his hand up and down the ripped teen’s spine. Bash rubbed Tim’s sides from hip to armpits. He liked what he saw. A lot. The hero fought to focus through the humiliation that he was enduring. The cock remained positioned to drive into him, an ever-present threat as his lean body was carefully explored.
The henchman said, “You probably don’t remember me but I sure as fuck remember you.”
Red Robin grunted, “Giggles.”
Bash stepped back and spanked the teen hero hard. SMACK! “What the fuck? You DO remember me! Yeah, I worked for the Joker as Giggles. Was lucky to survive that job. Damn, boy. I’m impressed. Makes me wanna hurt you a little less. And a lot more.”
Smash says, “How ‘bout me? You remember me, kid?”
The young hero grunted, “Baobob.” He paused then added, “Knave.”
“Damn. Got my Poison Ivy name AND my Mad Hatter name.”
Bash knelt down. He put his face between Tim’s cheeks. He sniffed then began to rim the teen muscleboy. Red Robin moaned loudly and his cock began to swell. The henchman felt it and started pulling on the swelling shaft, milking the helpless hero. Bash lifted his head, “Shit, Smash, he likes it. Looks like we got an eager little slave in the making.”
Smash asked with a knowing smirk, “What do you wanna do? Take him to Bane?”
“Yeah, of course. But maybe not right away. Maybe we break him a little first.” Bash rose to his feet. He forced his finger inside Red Robin’s hole as he jerked his cock. “Throw him over the desk. Let’s give our boy his first taste of being our slave.”
Across the room, Alfred smiled as he watched Tim get prepared to be fucked by the muscular henchmen. Another domino had fallen. Conner would likely be the last issue for the night. But not immediately and when the clone did arrive, the malevolent manservant knew that there was a lovely little kryptonite ring inside every utility belt. He modeled the teen hero’s belt in the floor mirror, admiring how it looked on his chiseled naked body.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion. SQUISH! AH! CLANG! SPLAT! When he turned, Bash was holding his crotch and swearing. Smash was on the floor holding his head. Red Robin was holding an antique brass inkwell in his right hand. The teen hero delivered a knockout kick to the side of Smash’s head while he knocked Bash out with the inkwell. CRACK! CLANG!
Alfred summoned his venom and charged. Tim pulled up his pants and sprinted to the door. The young hero ran down the hall but in the foyer, he was caught the steroid-empowered butler. Alfred jumped and tackled him down, crushing the aching young hero under his muscular body. CRUSH! The malevolent manservant dragged him up and held Red Robin aloft by his neck in a crushing choke.
As the hero punched and kicked, Alfred laughed, “I’m three or four times stronger and more resilient than normal! You cannot hurt me!”
“Maybe he can’t -”
Alfred turned to the voice. His eyes went wide but he was unable to do anything else before the fist came in across his chin. WHACK! The butler collapsed, unconscious. Tim landed on his feet. PLOP! He rose as his boyfriend watched the unmoving manservant carefully. Alfred’s muscles shrank back to normal.
“- but I sure as hell can.”
Superboy looked shocked, “Seriously?”
As Red Robin recovered his utility belt and bound Alfred, he explained, “There’s a guy named Bane downstairs. I know nothing about him, but he’s got all three heroes so he must be good. Alfred is on some kind of steroid to enhance his strength. Bane probably has enhanced strength, too. And probably more henchmen. There are two in here.”
Superboy followed Tim to the library and saw the two henchmen rising. Bash got out an ‘oh shit’ before he was knocked out again. Smash went down before he could say a word. The powerful teen clone puffed out his chest as Red Robin pulled out bat-cuffs.
Tim said, “Just give me a second and we can figure out a plan to save everyone.”
Conner smiled, “Don’t worry about it. You handle these two. I’ll handle things downstairs.” He swept his boyfriend up for another kiss, “Be back in a flash, babe.”
The super-powered teen muscleboy used his tactile telekinesis to disintegrate the bookcase. POOF! CRASH! Books fell down the shaft as Superboy flew down to the cave before Red Robin could say anything. Tim growled, “Damn it. We need a plan.” As he raced to the stairs, the teen hero reassured himself, “By the time I get there, it’ll all be over.”
Chapter 5: Into the Bane-Cave.
Bane sat in Batman’s desk chair.The massive muscleman was naked except for his mask, gloves, boots and stolen utility belt. He took advantage of his first moment to reflect since the Dark Knight had crept into his hotel room from the balcony hours ago. Everything was going perfectly. Better than perfectly. Still, he knew that it was not over. Not until Superman willingly served him. Batman was broken but the stunning alien was the real prize of the night.
The villain looked all the way across the Bane-cave at the amazing Man of Steel. The spreadeagle superhero was his possession. He was shackled to a circular metal frame at his wrists and ankles. Bane marveled at his features and physique as he hung helplessly. So handsome and so chiseled. Superman looked perfect in just the upper part of his unitard (logo, shoulders and sleeves), torn red cape and bright red boots. And, of course, a chain holding a lump of kryptonite hanging around his neck.
Bane shifted his gaze down to the table in front of Superman. Nightwing lay naked, tied by ropes to his table in only his black boots, gloves and mask. The ripped hero was surprisingly resilient and defiant, earning Bane’s respect, if not his desire. Nightwing would be a good incentive to motivate his henchmen, who were magnetically drawn to his spectacular ass and sleek body.
While the two unconscious heroes rested across the cave, Bane looked to his right. The already enslaved Batman lay unconscious on the table next to him. He was reduced to his cowl, cape, gloves and boots. What a disappointment he was. The massive muscle villain did not even have him chained down any longer. The Caped Crusader had willingly knelt before his master, his mind warped by drugs and torture.
The massive muscleman studied their bodies in the remnants of their famous costumes. They would need suitable replacements. Something more befitting their new role as his eager sex slaves here and fearsome henchmen on missions. Bane couldn’t wait for everyone to see the world’s finest and most well-known heroes standing obediently at his side in perverse uniforms.
CRASH! PLONK! SPLAT! BLOP!
The villain and his four henchmen turned at the noise from the tubes up to the mansion above. Dozens of books plummeted into the cave then were followed by the cause of the chaos. The mighty Superboy raced forward. He hovered for a moment, shocked at the state of the three older heroes. When the teen hero saw the five men, he determined the biggest one was Bane. The cocky clone zoomed in to attack.
The bat-computer announced, “Intruder identified. Superboy. Counter-measures engaged.”
Bane was lifted up by his neck by the powerful young stud. He did not fight the mighty teen, knowing there was no point. Before Superboy could do anything more, a sonic wave was unleashed. The high-pitched sound was designed specifically for his unique hybrid hearing. It pierced into his brain like a knife. His eyes went wide and he started to shake.
The imperceptible sound caused the flying teen hero to cry out. He couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t speak or focus. He dropped to the ground. THUD! Bane landed softly. PLOP! Under his mask, he smirked as the wobbly Superboy tried to shake out the noise. Suddenly, three small discs flew from the computer, attaching themselves to the teen muscleboy’s temples and spine.
“YEEARGH!”
Superboy dropped to his knees as the mental disrupters attacked his cognitive functions. The weapons shut off his ability to access his tactile telekinesis. Without his mind, he was no more powerful than a regular young man. He feebly lifted his head. All he could see through the haze was Bane’s huge cock swelling up in front of him. He looked at the floor then closed his eyes.
Bane stood over the latest hero to kneel before him. He said, “ Batman knew exactly how to handle you, didn’t he? Kryptonian or clone, he never trusted you Supermen, boy.”
Conner didn’t respond, fighting hard to overcome the trap he found himself in. The massive muscleman grabbed hold of Superboy’s thick black hair and forced him up. The villain reached under the black leather jacket and fondled the teen hero’s meaty right pec. Bane wasn’t gentle, causing Superboy’s body to involuntarily twitch and the helpless hunk to whimper.
Bane smirked. He pushed the leather jacket back. It easily slid over the sagging black spandex shoulders, down the limp blue spandex arms, past the red gloves then down to the floor. PLOP. The villain nodded, “Now, this is how a young hero should look. Meaty. Strong. Fresh.” He pulled up on Superboy’s hair, “You aren’t Superman, though. Who are you mixed with?”
The slack-jawed Superboy looked at the villain. He fought through the pain, firing his gloved fist into his rock-solid midsection. BOOF! The punch bounced off harmlessly. Bane smiled under his mask, “Feisty. Just like your old man. You really are a clone off the old block.” BOOF! BOOF! BOOF! Another series of body punches were just as ineffectual.
Bane dragged Superboy to the nearest flat surface, the tabletop map of Gotham where the Dark Knight lay. He pushed on Batman’s pathetic carcass, making the Caped Crusader roll off. The naked muscle hero crashed to the floor. SPLAT! The impact woke him up. The hero moaned and writhed. Bane ordered, “Get on your knees, Bat-bitch.” The former hero complied.
The massive muscle villain scooped the teen hero up then bodyslammed him down on top of the table. SPLAT! The solid young clone fought, refusing to go down easily. That just made the villain more excited. He easily ignored flailing fists as he rubbed Superboy’s spandex-wrapped muscles, squeezing hard and testing their heft. His cock grew as he probed his newest boy.
Superboy tried to push his assailant away but he was too weak. When Bane cupped his balls, the helpless hero cried out, “NO!”
“So, you can speak.”
“STOP!”
Bane smiled, “Make me.”
The teen hero struggled but it was no use. Even without activating any venom, the massive muscleman was too strong. Bane grabbed the neck of the spandex bodysuit and tore it open. The suit opened up from chin to the base of the hero’s thick flaccid cock. The villain caressed the smooth flesh. He tweaked the exposed nipples. Superboy squirmed and cried out.
Bane dug his right-hand fingers into the young muscleboy’s stomach. They pressed down, sinking in around the popping abs. Superboy felt pain. He arched his back, thrusting his pecs up and his head back. His scream echoed through the chamber. The henchmen watched their boss work, their cocks growing. Punch whispered, “I really hope boss lets us have this one.”
The villain clawed the abs as Superboy thrashed on the table. The muscleboy cried out, “STOP! PLEASE!” Bane laughed and let go, accepting the meek submission. He slid his hand down into the red tights. He fondled the smooth heavy balls. As he played with them, Superboy’s cock grew. The massive muscleman slid his hand deeper, feathering the hero’s hole.
The young hero gasped as his cock moved. The thickening rod shifted to point up, the head sticking out of the torn red spandex. As Bane teased his hole, Superboy couldn’t stop his body’s natural reaction. His cock stretched up, getting longer and thicker until it almost reached his navel. By the time Bane penetrated him, Superboy was leaking pre-cum from his uncut cock.
“Another Super-slut at my mercy. Now, little clone, tell me, where is your boyfriend?”
Superboy struggled to speak as his brain was scrambled but he had to try to protect Tim. He managed to grunt out, “Hour away. We in Metropolis. I flew. Here first. Attacked.”
“That. Is. A. Lie. A decent lie for a brainless boy but still an obvious one.” Bane looked over at his henchmen, “Crunch and Punch? Go upstairs. Find Bash and Smash then go to the master bedroom. Tell the butler that I need him here.”
As the henchmen began to move, Bane turned to the remaining two. “Crush and Crash, you are good at handling baby birds. We’ve got a little Robin loose somewhere in the cave. Find him and bring him to me. Dead or alive.”
Chapter 6: Sucks to be You.
“Dead or alive.”
Red Robin watched from the shadows as the two henchmen went to hunt for him. He wasn’t worried about them. They don’t know the cave like he knew it. Tim had successfully hidden from Batman and Alfred down here. He was more concerned about the ones being sent upstairs. They would find Alfred, Bash and Smash. They would free them. The odds would be even worse. Time was not his friend.
Tim had to move. He snuck behind the equipment on the far end of the room. Superboy was in big trouble but it didn’t appear to be life-threatening. It pained him to see him used as a sex toy but he had to be smart. Batman, Nightwing and Superman were all alive. Trapped but alive. Unlike his impulsive and over-confident boyfriend, he had a plan.
With Bane focused on Conner and the henchmen off on their tasks, no one was near or watching the two trapped heroes on the far side of the cave. Red Robin snuck over to Superman first. He could make all the difference. The young hero crawled to the hanging Man of Steel. Superman saw him but knew better than to react. He thought Tim should run and call the Justice League but he knew that Batman’s boys were brave, smart and determined. Any time spent arguing would alert the villains. Superman hung motionless, trusting the young hero.
Red Robin reached into his utility belt. He pulled out a spray bottle labeled “Radiation Neutralizer.” He sprayed it on the Kryptonite. Superman watched as the green rock’s bright green glow faded. He no longer felt the burning in his chest. The young hero saw the change. He knew it would take time for Superman to recover. He had to speed that up.
The young hero reached for the Man of Steel’s cock. The older hero’s eyes went wide. Red Robin had dated Superboy long enough to know what happened when a Kryptonian gave up his load. Tim jerked the rod with one hand as he reached in back to finger-fuck the older alien. The teen hero worked him until he was hard. Now, it was time to finish the job. Literally.
Tim moved in and engulfed Superman’s cock. The hero bit his bottom lip, desperately trying to silence himself. It felt so good. He relaxed and closed his eyes, imagining it was Bruce sucking him. He found he couldn’t because Red Robin was so much better. Even after being molested and drained multiple times, the Kryptonian felt his balls tightening and his cock throbbing.
Red Robin sucked, jerked and fingered, using both hands and his mouth to bring Superman to climax as fast as possible. He felt joy as he tasted pre-cum. The hanging hero tightened his butt cheeks around Tim’s hand and began pushing his hips forward. He hoped the non-verbal clues would be encouragement enough to keep the teen working. It was.
Second later, Superman opened his mouth and fought to stifle a cry. He erupted inside Red Robin’s, willingly giving up his load. Ropes of cum exploded into Tim’s mouth but he kept working. He needed to draw out every drop. The more he sucked, the faster Superman would recover. When only drops came out, the teen hero sat back to calm himself down.
As he looked down at his own swollen cock in his red tights, Tim pulled four small pellets out of his belt. He secured two on the chains that secured the shackles on Superman’s ankles. He moved into a crouch then leapt up, slapping the other two on the chains holding the man of steel’s wrists. WHAP! WHAP! As he landed, he heard running footsteps. He turned and saw Crush and Crash charging towards him. The move had revealed his location. Time to go.
Red Robin leapt up and ran. He leapt over equipment. The henchmen pursued, calling for their boss. Tim led them away from the heroes. He vaulted over a computer. He slid across the hood of the Batmobile. He thought about getting inside but he wasn’t sure who controlled it. Suddenly, Bruce’s desk chair crashed in front of him. Bane had thrown it across the cave.
Tim leapt up to avoid it but he wasn’t 100%. The teen hero tripped and landed on his ass. Crush and Crash closed in and moved apart to trap him. Red Robin moved into a defensive crouch. To buy time, he smiled.
Crash asked, “What’re you smiling about, kid? You’re trapped.”
Red Robin opened his mouth wide, showing off the remnants of creamy white cum in his mouth. The henchmen looked at him, confused at what he was doing. They could smell the sex coming from the former sidekick. Crash asked, "You wanna suck us off?" Crush’s eyes went wide as he realized what the teen hero had been doing over with the other heroes.
The lead henchman shook his head, “Oh no.”
The shirtless young hero nodded, “Oh yes.”
Chapter 7: The Battle Joined.
Crush, Crash and Bane all turned to see the truth. Superman stood free. The chains that held his shackles to the frame had dissolved. The man of steel pulled off the chain of inert kryptonite and tossed it aside. CLANK! His muscles looked pumped. His flaccid shiny cock rested on his hefty balls, confirming their worst fears. Red Robin had made him cum, which they now knew actually energized the alien.
Bane charged across the room. He commanded, “Get him! He’s still weak. Get him now before he recovers!” The henchmen charged, hoping seven-on-one would be enough.
Red Robin raced to his boyfriend. Bane saw him and moved back to block the teen hero. If he deactivated the sonic disrupters, the odds would be insurmountable. Superman. now faced six-on-one while Tim would face the massive muscle villain alone.
The man of steel summoned his will. He had to hold the henchmen off long enough for his powers to return. He guessed he was already stronger than most of them. Suddenly, Nightwing rolled off the table to stand with Superman. The former sidekick knew how to escape. He’d been tied up too many times to count since he was 14. He picked up a metal pipe and twirled it.
Seven-on-one quickly became a much closer contest. The six henchmen attacked from all directions. Superman and Nightwing stood back-to-back. Neither were in top shape but they had determination. Crush and Crash engaged Nightwing while the other four tried to overwhelm Superman. Across the cave, Red Robin could end this fast but Bane stood in his way.
Superman vs. Bash, Smash, Punch and Crunch
Superman tried to fight but his body was quickly pummeled by the powerful bodybuilders. POW! THUD! WHACK! As henchmen, they were experienced at melee fighting, each taking his shot then backing off quickly. Boots came in under fists and the four men maneuvered Superman away from his ally, meaning they could attack from all sides. THWAK! BAM! WHOMP!
The Man of Steel absorbed the blows. He fought to defend his head. His muscles would continue to recover but if he was knocked out, these men might have more Kryptonite. THUD! WHOMP! KAPOW! Superman was quickly moved away from Nightwing, enabling the henchmen to surround him. POW! WHAM! THWAK! His body was treated as their heavy bag with two or three of every four shots connecting.
The bodybuilders got more and more confident, their cocks at full mast as they abused the most powerful man on the planet. WHOMP! POW! THUD! Superman managed to finally land a punch. CRACK! The single blow dropped Bash. He fell unconscious on the floor. SPLAT! The other musclemen were stunned, backing off as the emboldened hero clenched his fists tighter.
Smash commanded, “Take him down now, guys, before it’s too late!”
Superman braced in a fighting stance for more boots and punches, but as Punch and Smash came in from the front, Crunch snuck in from behind and brought his arm up between the muscular hero’s legs. SQUISH! The Man of Steel froze from the pain. He shook it off but the momentary hesitation allowed Smash to follow up with a boot to the balls. SQUISH! That dropped Superman to his knees. The three circled him immediately.
Punch snarled, “Now, we finish you, Superman!”
Nightwing vs. Crush and Crash
“We meet again, hot stuff.” Crush had a hungry grin, “It’s like destiny.”
Crash, the shorter and smaller of the two bodybuilder henchmen, smirked, “Why’re you even gonna fight us? We love you, boy. We’ll treat you right. And you loved being our puppy in your fantasy. Admit it.”
The smaller hero didn’t reply. He expertly swung the pipe, backing them off. He needed to help Superman against his four opponents. Everything had to be about giving Superman the time to get stronger. He trusted Tim to try his best to free his boyfriend but against Bane? He couldn’t rely on Superboy being saved. And Bruce was broken. No, he had to do his part to save Clark.
Nightwing heard the fighting behind him and felt Superman leaving his back. They were being maneuvered apart and there was nothing he could do about it. Crush and Crash moved in cautiously. They were also playing the waiting game, distracting him from helping his outnumbered ally. The young hero couldn’t wait any longer.
The henchmen braced as the hero moved in. They knew it would hurt but the pain was worth the gain. Crash took the lead. He charged. When he got close, he leapt and turned as he hugged his knees forming a human cannonball. Nightwing dodged and swung his pipe. THWAK! It bounced off the thick back muscles. Crash missed, sailing past and landing on his ass.
Crush used the distraction to move in. As Nightwing kicked back, the bigger henchman was able to grab the black boot. WHAP! Crush lifted high and toppled the hero upside down. Nightwing used his gymnastic skills to twist with the lift, swinging his pipe into the bodybuilder’s ankle. WHACK! The steel reinforced boot protected him but Crush still lost his grip.
The hero landed safely on his back. PLOP! Crush moved in but got pushed back by a boot to his abs. WHOMP! Crash was back. The smaller bodybuilder brought his boot down on Nightwing’s wrist. STOMP! The force caused the lean hero’s wrist to open. Crash managed to kick the pipe away with his other foot before Nightwing could snatch it back.
Crash kept the wrist pinned as the weaponless hero tried to pull it free. Crush came in with his own big black pro wrestling boot to Nightwing’s chiseled 8-pack. STOMP! He added two more, getting the smaller stud coughing. STOMP! STOMP! The shorter bodybuilder gripped a handful of Dick’s thick black hair and forced him up to his feet. As Nightwing fought to break free, he was locked into a full nelson from behind by the powerful Crush. ARGH!
The shorter bodybuilder henchman licked his lips as he moved in on the helpless hero.
Red Robin vs. Bane
The teen hero had one objective. Detach the sonic disrupters from his boyfriend. Red Robin sped towards Superboy. He saw Bane coming in fast. Tim quickly calculated that he would lose this foot race. He slowed down and pulled two weapons from his utility belt. He fired one batarang in the muscular monster’s path and held onto the other, just in case. ZWING!
The blinking batarang landed five feet in front of Bane. The villain couldn’t stop his momentum or turn, running right into the explosion BOOM! He activated maximum venom but the concussive force still knocked him backwards. Red Robin leapt forward, reaching Superboy. He put the other batarang on the table then grabbed the two sonic disrupters on each temple.
Just as the shirtless teen hero tore them off, he was grabbed by his hair and pulled from the table. Bane flung him ten feet away. He looked at Superboy struggling to fight the one last remaining device that clung to his spine. The massive muscle monster punched the teen powerhouse across the jaw, sending him flying backwards, unconscious. CRACK!
Red Robin was back up to his feet. He cursed as he saw his boyfriend unmoving on the floor. behind Bane. Tim looked to Bane’s right at the kneeling, catatonic Batman. He pleaded, “Come on, Batman! Do something! We need you now!”
Bane laughed, “If you’re counting on this piece of trash, you might as well surrender now.”
Chapter 8: All or Nothing!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Crash pounded Nightwing’s midsection from just above the base of his exposed cock to just below his pecs were bright red. The hero tightened his abs but the brutal fists broke through his muscle wall. POW! THUD! POW! Crush’s full nelson was impossible for the smaller hero to break. Dick tried to use his legs to push free but Crush leaned back, lifting them off the floor. When the hero tried kicking, Crash was able to counter and continue abusing his abs.
The shorter henchman stopped punching and moved in close. He grabbed hold of Nightwing’s manhood and nipple. “Yeah, looks like we got a lot more breaking to do. I knew that computer bullshit wouldn’t work on you. We need to train you the old-fashioned way. You like that idea?” The hero moaned as his balls were fondled and his nipple squeezed and pulled.
Behind him, Crush lowered him. The bigger henchman pushed his hips forward. His huge cock was hard as the head split Nightwing’s crack. The hero braced for penetration but instead, he was released from the full nelson. Crush immediately dropped his arms and locked on a reverse bearhug. The lean stud’s torso collapsed in the powerful hold. ARGH! AH! AH!
It became difficult to breathe as his body was brutally crushed, the henchman living up to his name. Crash swatted the helpless hero’s dangling manhood, casually toying with his victim. He said, “Damn, boy, you’re so smokin’ hot. You could almost make a bad man go good but it’ll be more fun to make you go bad. Our little hero puppy.”
Crush laughed as his partner taunted the suffering stud. His thick arms were fully pumped and the lightweight hero was limp in his bearhug. He said, “Check him.” Crash nodded and grabbed the mop of thick and sweaty black hair. He lifted Nightwing’s head and saw the hero’s handsome masked face. The eyes were blank and the jaw was slack with some drool leaking from the corner.
As the henchman backed up, he muttered, “Damn, even roughed up, you’re so beautiful, boy.”
Nightwing smiled, “Gee, thanks.”
The hero surprised Crash by lifting his legs up between them. He planted his boots on the solid shorter henchman’s body then pushed. The force sent Crash flying and toppled the unprepared Crush backwards. The bigger henchman landed on his back with Nightwing on top. SPLAT! The force of the impact was enough to break the bearhug and allow the hero to roll free.
Nightwing grabbed his pipe from the floor and ran towards Superman. The Man of Steel was down in a defensive ball, desperately trying to protect his head. The three henchmen were driving their boots onto his muscular body with Smash aiming for his head. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Nightwing couldn’t tell if Superman was even still conscious.
The lean gymnast charged in. He flexed his spectacular ass as he jumped in the middle of the melee. He planted his boot on Superman’s broad back then used it as a springboard for an athletic circle, swinging his boots and pipe. The move forced the henchmen to back off. Dick caught Punch in the head with his pipe and set him flying. CRACK!
Crash and Crush raced in behind Nightwing. Crunch and Smash regrouped as Nightwing stood guard over his friend and ally. The four henchmen suddenly froze in fear as Superman started to rise. The most powerful man on the planet pushed up to his feet. The bruises on his naked body faded. The alien rolled his broad shoulders back and adjusted his neck.
Superman put one hand on Nightwing’s shoulder and smiled, “Thanks for the assist.”
The Kryptonian hero suddenly charged forward. He moved at double the speed of a normal man, his fists cocked for battle. POW! Smash doubled over from a fist to the abs. WHACK! A follow up rabbit punch put him flat on the floor. Crunch was one-punched, flying backwards then falling unconscious. Superman added one kick to Punch to make sure he was out. STOMP!
Nightwing targeted Crash who dropped to his knees. Before he could speak, a perfectly-placed kick to the head made sure he stayed down. CRACK! Crush backed up, his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. I know the drill. Just a lowly henchman here.”
“One who beat and raped me.”
Crush gulped, “Uh, sorry, man?”
Superman moved in then delivered a right cross to the big bodybuilder, knocking him out. POW! The two heroes looked across the cave and saw Red Robin in mortal peril. They took one step towards the last remaining battle.
ZZAPPPP!
An energy beam hit Superman hard, sending him flying backwards into the rock wall. SLAM! The Man of Steel crumpled down. Nightwing turned to the source and cursed. There stood Alfred holding a concussive energy rifle from Batman’s weapons closet.
The butler stared Nightwing down as he pointed the gun at him, “Kneel, Master Grayson. Kneel or die.”
Chapter 9: The Battle Joined. Again.
Nightwing hesitated for a second but he believed Alfred would kill him. The weapon he held was designed to take down Killer Croc and could definitely kill him. The hero dropped to his knees. He put his hands behind his head in submission, never taking his eyes off the malevolent manservant. He saw the butler look past him in shock then raise the energy rifle again.
Alfred aimed it, “Damn you, alien! Stay down!”
WHOOSH! WHACK!
The weapon discharged wildly off-target as Red Robin came flying in boot-first. Launched in by his boyfriend, the shirtless teen hero kicked the gun from Alfred’s hand. He landed smoothly in a crouch. The butler landed on his back. SPLAT! Superboy followed in right behind. One touch of his tactile telekinesis disintegrated the weapon, reducing it to dust. He used his boot to keep the malevolent manservant down. OOF!
The muscleboy powerhouse warned the butler, “You’re the one who needs to stay down, old man. Otherwise, I’ll put you down faster than I put down that muscle freak partner of yours.”
Nightwing looked back to see Bane on one knee, testing his jaw. Obviously, Superboy had given him a fierce fist to the face. With only one sonic disrupter in place, the clone muscleboy had managed to free himself and save the day. Dick smiled, thinking, “Tim found a good one.” He spun around to see Superman on one knee. The cannon had hurt him but he was recovering.
Across the cave, the massive muscle villain rose tall. He said, “Computer! Activate Superman and Superboy counter measures. Lethal force. Authorization -”
“Computer. Override that order. Authorization ... me.”
Alfred looked over and screamed, “NO!”
Bane turned, “Impossible!”
Nightwing, Red Robin and Superboy let out a cheer as a wobbly Superman rose to his feet with a smile as he looked towards the source of the life-saving command. Batman stood tall and proud in his black boots, gloves, cape and cowl, his sexy bare chest heaving as he surveyed the situation.
The venom-infused Bane ordered, “ON YOUR KNEES, SLAVE!”
The Caped Crusader looked at Bane with contempt, “I am no one’s slave. I’m Batman.”
“The drugs! The mind warping! Enigma’s machines -”
“Better men than you have failed to break me, Bane.”
The Dark Knight smirked as he stood confidently. His mind was clear and focused thanks to his carefully honed techniques. While his conscious mind had surrendered, deep down he never did. A clock running backwards kept him grounded. Tim’s plea for help had awakened him. The bats had lifted his mind back to the surface. Now, he was back and in control.
Batman’s gloved hands formed fists. His bare muscles rippled. His mountainous ass tightened. Veins popped as he braced to face the dangerous beast. The enraged muscle monster charged at the resurgent Dark Knight. Batman parried the crushing forearms. WHAP! BOP! SLAP! The massive muscleman activated more venom to break through the hero’s expert blocks.
The reality of his plan unraveling hit the villain hard, causing him to wildly attack the Dark Knight. Alone against the recovering alien, the full-strength clone and to a lesser extent, the sidekicks, Bane knew this endeavor was done. But if he could destroy Batman before they could stop him, it would not be a total loss.
The hero was pushed backwards, forced into pure defense. The massive monster finally connected, slamming a fist into the exposed six-pack. THUD! The impact left the hero wide open for a barrage of fists that staggered him until he was pinned against the far wall. POW! THUD! THWAK! The villain grabbed the cowled crusader by the throat, choking him.
Batman girded his muscles then lifted his boot, driving it into Bane’s knee. CRACK! The force and perfect positioning caused Bane to loosen his grip. The Dark Knight grabbed Bane by the mask then pulled him into a head butt. CRACK! The reinforced cowl smashed into the thin spandex mask, stunning the muscle monster. The hero ducked around the villain.
With a hard shove, Batman pushed Bane face-first into the rock wall. SMACK! The villain stumbled back into a series of hard kidney punches. THUD! POW! THUD! The hero ducked as Bane spun around, throwing his arm around for a clothesline. The Dark Knight managed to unload two hard fists into the steroid-infused torso. WHOMP! WHOMP!
Bane unleashed a clubbing forearm. The force dropped Batman to on knee. Before the hero could react, he was grabbed by the back of his neck and his right ass cheek. As he activated more venom, Bane easily powered the Dark Knight overhead into a gorilla press. The helpless hero hovered high in the air, staring up at the ceiling.
The massive muscle monster growled, “And now, I BREAK YOU!”
Chapter 10: Victory!
Bane held Batman high over his head in the gorilla press.
The assembled heroes reacted but they all knew that they could not stop the villain in time. Superman charged forward but his powers were still a mere fraction of normal. Superboy’s tactile telekinesis was useless at this distance, his speed limited. Naked and weaponless, Nightwing could only watch in horror. Red Robin had used both his batarangs.
Bane brought Batman down but instead of a spine-snapping over-the-knee backbreaker, the hero managed to turn and throw himself behind the villain. The Caped Crusader landed on his feet behind the shocked muscle beast. He dove forward, clipping the villain’s knee. WHACK! SPLAT! Batman jumped on Bane’s back, grabbing him around his thick venom-infused neck.
The hero tightened on the rear naked choke, squeezing for all he was worth. He knew how to put a man down but Bane was no ordinary man. Superman hesitated as he stood next to the two men. The other heroes arrived behind him. Tim had his explosive pellets out. Nightwing had two pipes ready. Superboy’s fists were clenched and he was itching for a rematch with Bane.
Superman spread his arms, signaling not to interfere. Batman deserved the chance to end this. If he couldn’t, the Man of Steel would. Happily. He whispered, “Guys, go. We’ve got this. Secure the others. Especially Alfred.” The younger heroes obeyed because they trusted Superman. He was right that if the henchmen and butler recovered then this could all start again.
Bane fought to rise. He knew that he would lose eventually but not to the spoiled billionaire. Not to him. If the Kryptonian put him down, so be it. The villain was at maximum size. The veins throughout his body popped. Batman squeezed as the 20-inch neck expanded to grotesque proportions, larger than some men’s waists. It protected him against his choke. The cowled crusader summoned all his strength but he knew it was not going to be enough.
The massive muscle beast rose and roared as he shrugged Batman off his back. Superman stepped forward but one glare from Batman stopped him. The Dark Knight rose as Bane turned to face him. The men stared each other down. Bane growled like an animal as his body pulsated with inhuman power. GRR! ROAR! He lunged, reaching to grab the hero in a bearhug.
Batman leapt up, his body screaming in pain but he ignored it. The massive muscle beast flew under him, stumbling to the floor. Batman turned. He attacked the villain from behind, targeted known pressure points with speed a ferocity. WHACK! CHOP! THWAK! The chops and kicks looked wild but Superman knew that they were all perfectly placed.
The unleashed Dark Knight was relentless. Bane fought to rise. He turned around and charged again. He missed again. Superman noticed that as Bane’s venom increased to this level, his fighting style went from skilled boxer and martial artist to beastly brawler. He was wild. Careless. Clumsy. Batman connected with a stunning chop to the side of Bane’s neck. THWAK!
The villain ignored the boot but when he rose, his head was tilted to the side. Batman nodded. He was breaking through. He had to keep it up. The massive muscle beast hesitated. The heroes thought that must be a good sign. Superman realized Bane was smaller. He hoped Batman saw what he saw because this would make Bane more, not less, dangerous.
The Caped Crusader leapt at Bane with a kick. The villain grabbed his ankle before he could connect. He held Batman upside down by his leg, his muscles supporting the weight easily. The hero dangled helplessly. The massive muscle beast pulled the Dark Knight up then drove him down. Batman barely got his hands down to protect his head and neck.
Bane lifted Batman again. The Caped Crusader whipped his hand up in a stabbing motion. He slammed it behind the massive muscle beast’s heavy balls, driving his fingertips into the villain’s taint. STAB! Bane let out a long slow groan. He lost hold of the Dark Knight. Batman dropped into a handstand, swinging his boot across the beast’s masked face. CRACK!
The Caped Crusader dropped his legs then used them to trip Bane down onto his back. SPLAT! The hero used Bane’s boot to roll him into a cradle. The cowled crimefighter unleashed a vicious series of chops to the exposed taint. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! The blows had the big muscleman gasping and also shrinking back to his normal bodybuilder size.
The hero punched down, slamming his fist into the rolled-up villain’s face. CRUNCH! POW! WHAM! The fists visibly stunned Bane. Batman released the cradle then forced Bane up. He applied a front-facing sleeper hold. The massive muscleman grabbed him around the waist for a bearhug. Batman fought to put the big man down.
Bane’s hands fell to the floor, his arms limp and lifeless. Batman kept squeezing for another few seconds then let go. The massive muscleman collapsed to the floor. SPLAT! His shrinking 300-lbs carcass lay there as Batman rose up. He stumbled but was caught by Superman. The Man of Steel hugged his friend from behind. Bruce enjoyed the feeling as his adrenaline ran out.
Nightwing was back. The henchmen and Alfred were tied up. Superboy was loading the captured henchmen into the villain’s van to take into police custody. Tim was keeping watch over Alfred. Nightwing quickly restrained the awakening Bane with metal shackles designed for Killer Croc. Superman forced the massive villain onto his knees.
Across the cave, a bound and shocked Alfred lost his famous composure. He ranted in frustration over the turn of events. The kneeling and cuffed Bane laughed loudly. The butler cursed at the massive muscleman, blaming him. When the malevolent manservant ran out of steam, the villain replied, “Twisting your mind was so easy, Pennyworth.”
Everyone turned. The muscular villain continued, “Of course, at first, I thought I was just getting Bruce Wayne’s butler. A man who could help me steal millions, possibly billions. It took only a day to learn he was so much more. Venom is a powerful drug. Alfred physically handled it. Mentally? That’s where the planted memories came in. I did this to you, Bruce. All of it.”
No one said a word.
Bane laughed again, “Look at you, thinking you’ve won. I won the biggest prize, taking your most loyal ally and twisting him into your worst nightmare.”
Superman said, “I don’t sense he’s lying but he’s smart. He can likely regulate his body’s functions to fool me.”
“Oh no, Superman. I’m not lying. When Alfred came to Santa Prisca, he was a good man seeking a cure. He left a weapon of hate in my attempt to take on Batman and Gotham City.”
The heroes stayed silent, trying to process the bizarre claim. They desperately wanted to believe it but could they? Was it an admission? Or a way to keep his ally Alfred free of prison? Perhaps, it was even just a way to confuse them. After a long night, no one could decide. As the Bat-family tried to balance logic versus emotion, Superman took charge. He told Superboy to put Alfred to the van with the henchmen.
As Bane knelt, he smirked under his mask, “This isn’t over, Brucey boy. I know all your secrets and if you send me to Arkham, I’ll reveal them to everyone who will listen. Release me and I’ll quietly head home to Santa Prisca to plan for round two. Superman can fly me there himself. Give us some more alone time.”
The heroes tensed. They knew it was true but there was nothing they could do. Or at least that’s what they thought. Superman stepped forward, “I’ll take care of this.”
Batman asked suspiciously, “How?”
The bound villain laughed, “Yes, Superman, tell us. How?”
The Man of Steel turned as his eyes flared red. Bane knelt confidently, “Please. You insult us both with that display. You won’t kill me. Untie me and fly me home.”
“No, I won’t be doing that, Bane. But you’re right. I don’t plan to kill you, either.” The heat vision seared two holes in the villain’s mask just above his eyebrows, marking the flesh. “Not now that I know how much you love me.”
Bane snarled, “You flatter yourself.”
“Now you insult us both. We both know your fantasy was for us to rule together.”
Superman approached slowly. He knelt before Bane so they were face-to-face. The Kryptonian tweaked the villain’s right nipple then smirked as the massive muscle monster flinched. He caressed Bane’s pec, earning a moan. Superman kneaded the villain’s pecs then rubbed his shoulders. Bane’s cock grew as he was lovingly massaged.
The hero leaned in close, “I’ve only done this once before but it worked on her. It’ll work on you.” The Man of Steel peeled Bane’s mask up, exposing his mouth. The alien leaned in and passionately kissed the villain as his friends and allies watched on. They were confused and disgusted but their trust in the world’s greatest superhero was unshakable.
Bane melted under the power of Superman’s lips. The kiss went on and on. The villain’s shoulder sagged as his mouth was owned. When the Man of Steel pulled back, he held the villain’s gaze. He used his x-ray vision to see all of Bane’s face. The massive bodybuilder sank down weakly, looking confused. He looked up at Superman, “Where am I? Who are you?”
“Sleep.”
With a flick of his little finger, Superman knocked Bane out. THWAP! He scooped the unconscious muscle monster up in his arms, cradling his massive body. The hero put him in the back of the van with his henchmen and Alfred. He made sure to roll him towards the group so they could see the still-smoldering burn holes. Their eyes went wide as Superman coldly looked at them.
Crash blurted out, “Holy shit! What did you do?”
The hero calmly explained, “Just gave him a memory cleanse." With red eyes, he snarled, "Now for you guys ...”
Crush said quickly, “Look, man, we just worked for the guy. We don’t know shit. We don’t know where we are or what’s going on. We’re just dumb muscle. Seriously. Please don’t zap our brains. We ain’t got any to spare, sir!” The others hastily and emphatically agreed.
The Man of Steel nodded, “Make sure it stays that way. And if I ever hear you remember ANYTHING -” Superman flared his eyes red again “- I can always help you forget, too.” The henchmen swore he could trust them. When he returned, Superman simply said, “Bane won’t remember your identity, Bruce. And the henchmen seem to have forgotten, too.”
Batman raised an eyebrow under his cowl, “Amnesia kiss? That’s a new one.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve never used it on you.”
“Better never try.”
Superman grabbed Batman in a big hug, “It probably wouldn’t work, anyway.” He paused then softly said, “I was so scared. I thought we’d lost you to the drugs and mind control. I should’ve known better.” The men kissed deeply.
With everything settled, Superboy moved in front of his boyfriend. He put his arms on Red Robin's shoulders, “Thanks for the save, sexy.”
Tim smiled, “Back at you, buddy.” The teen heroes kissed.
Suppressing a pang of jealousy, Nightwing took the cue to leave the happy couples alone. As he walked to lock up the van, he made a personal vow to find someone with whom he could share everything. The henchmen flinched, fearing it was Superman. They relaxed when they saw it was Nightwing. Bane remained unconscious. And Alfred looked ... Dick didn’t know. He wanted to believe Bane’s story but he just couldn’t without further proof.
As the hero closed the door, Crush smiled at him, “Me and Crash are talking about moving to Bludhaven when we get out of prison. Get a little place. Honest jobs. Sure would be nice to start out with a new friend to show us around. Keep us on the right side of the law.”
The hero growled, “Good luck. Don’t look me up.” SLAM!
Epilogue: Arkham.
“Bane.”
“Who the fuck are you, old man?”
The butler ignored the question as he felt the orderly’s baton stab him in his back. He kept moving past Bane’s cell towards his own. So far, his days in Arkham had been uneventful. Just filled with tests and trials. First, from doctors to see if the venom could safely be removed from his system. So far, it could not. And more importantly, from psychiatrists and the disguised telepathic Martian. The faint smell of Oreos gave him away. Alfred knew they were trying to determine if he was truly a threat.
Bruce, both as himself and Batman, had dropped by, as had Dick Grayson and Tim Drake. He apologized profusely. Alfred took all the blame and adamantly rejected any notion that was looking to be free. He had tearfully told his employer to forget about him and just leave him locked up. That earned him a hug. He was tempted to activate maximum venom and snap Bruce’s spine but he resisted, unsure if he could do it fast enough without killing him.
The orderly nudged Alfred into his cell. The malevolent manservant crossed the room as the door was locked behind him. He inserted his arms into holes in the far wall and the electronic shackles fell from his wrists and ankles. Once inside, it wasn’t so bad. He had his books and Bruce had allowed him to have his favorite Monet from Wayne Manor. He stripped out of his thin white pants and t-shirt, focusing his mind. He had to play things just right or he would be stranded here for the rest of his short life. He was using every technique he knew to hide his true thoughts from the mind reader. It seemed to be working but only time would tell.
As Alfred lounged naked in his cell, he was still thinking about Bane’s lack of awareness of who he was. He couldn’t believe the Man of Steel had lasered memories out of him but he had done something. It made Alfred fearful that the experience had changed Superman’s morality and thankful that Bane had lied to cover for him. He knew involving Superman was a mistake. Damn that Bane and his hubris!
The malevolent manservant heard the cell door click open. In walked a surprise. A fit, good looking man in his thirties. He wore a plain green patient’s shirt and pants, only made remarkable by the tight fit. The scrubs hugged his lean body like spandex, especially the pants around his prominent bulge. The man sashayed across the cell, strutting with swagger.
“Haven’t you heard? The inmates run this asylum.” The intruder pushed the naked butler against the wall and pressed into him. “Now, tell me, what is Bruce Wayne’s butler doing locked up here with all of us incurable crazies?”
“You’re the Riddler. Perhaps you should figure it out for yourself?”
The villain laughed, “Brilliant. But I don’t have time to play. The orderly will be back for me in ... 18 minutes and I don’t know how many more opportunities we will have to be together. Word is that your time here is short. I simply must know your secrets before then. We can do this the easy way -” the villain rubbed his package on Alfred’s “- or the hard way.”
Alfred smiled as he activated some venom. He grabbed the shocked villain and spun them around. He roughly slammed the Riddler into the wall. WHAM! Nigma was stunned. He was no physical powerhouse but surely his tight muscles could handle some old butler? The older man held the villain against the wall, pinning his arms over his head with one hand. The Riddler tried to push free but he was overpowered as his assailant’s muscles grew even larger.
With his arms up, the Riddler’s shirt rose and his smooth midsection was exposed. Alfred used his free hand to explore the six-pack abs and wonderfully flat Apollo’s belt. He reached into the tight green pants and felt around. The Riddler moaned as he was molested. The butler noted the reaction. Batman’s records said he was a natural submissive and the riddles were a way of finding a worthy master. As he asserted dominance, Alfred could feel him submitting.
The malevolent manservant grabbed the Riddler by his sizable balls and squeezed. Nigma went weak in the knees from the pain. but his large cock stiffened, stretching his green pants. He pleaded, “Stop. Please. I - URK!” Alfred squeezed harder so Nigma couldn’t even talk.
“Now, boy, let us try this again. You are sort of attractive, aren’t you?” ARGH! “Don’t try to answer. That was a rhetorical question.” Alfred paused then said, “You have come so close to victory. Perhaps with some guidance, you could actually win. Someone to save you from yourself.” After a moment, he nodded, “Yes, I feel the real potential in you, boy.”
The butler spun the Riddler around. He pushed him against the wall, pressing his face into the painted brick. With his free hand, he pushed the villain’s tight green pants down to his ankles. Alfred fingered the Riddler’s hole. He said, “How would you like to leave this cell today? As a happy slave to Master Alfred or as the cold corpse of someone I killed in self-defense?”
“Please, don’t hurt me, daddy.”
“That question was not rhetorical. I suggest you choose wisely. And call me ‘sir’.”
The fearful villain immediately answered, “Slave! Happy slave!” He felt harder pressure on the back of his head so he quickly added, “Sir, Master Alfred, sir!”
“Good boy. You really are a natural, boy. Now, get on your knees for your master.”
Released, the Riddler turned and dropped. Alfred face-fucked the kneeling villain. He went rough, forcing him to gag. He wanted him to remember who was in charge. The butler brutally pounded his cock in deeper and deeper. When he pulled out, he threw Nigma onto the bed. The malevolent manservant pulled the green pants off completely, tossing them aside.
The malevolent manservant mounted the whimpering villain. He held the Riddler down with ease as he jerked himself hard. Edward was completely compliant. He moaned under the weight as he waited for the older man to punish him for his arrogance. The helpless villain cried out when he was roughly penetrated. Alfred began to plow the Riddler raw.
Alfred bred Nigma, picking up steam. He activated his venom, increasing the power of his thrusts and size of his shaft inside the villain. The Riddler moaned as he was split in two. When the butler exploded inside the villain, both men gasped in pleasure. Alfred withdrew and climbed off. He decreased the venom as his new bitch rolled to the floor and onto his knees.
The butler said, “You will return here every day at this time until I am released. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir, Master Alfred, sir.”
“You will get on your knees and tell me one plan to humiliate and enslave Batman. Not kill him. Only destroy him. The better the plan, the better I will treat you.”
“Yes, sir, Master Alfred, sir.”
“And for each plan, you may make three assumptions. (1) Money is no object. (2) No other hero is to be engaged at any time. And (3)? You will know Batman’s deepest, darkest secrets.”
The Riddler smiled and nodded at the last point, “Yes, sir, Master Alfred, sir.”
Alfred allowed the Riddler to stand and pull on his pants. The two men soon heard the orderly returning down the hall. When he arrived, all looked normal. No words were exchanged in his presence, only knowing looks between master and slave.
The End.
Thank you for a phenomenal series. While I was hoping for a "heroes enslaved" ending, I was expecting that the series would end on a happy note for the heroes. Henchmen can only resist the temptation to play with their food for so long.
ReplyDeleteI can still imagine what a Bane victory looks like though. If Alfred got out the kryptonite faster, he would have taken out Superboy and BAM more hero slaves.
Thanks for all the hero fun, and I hope you can put together another series (after you take a break haha).
You are welcome. I appreciate the comment.
DeleteI knew that most would want a villain victory with Bane ruling over all with Superman at his side, Batman at his feet and the rest of the heroes servicing the henchmen but there are a lot of those stories.
On a positive note, the heroes live to lose another day!
DAMN!! What an excellent story --although I would have preferred a heel ending myself (surprise, surprise).
ReplyDeleteI haven't been following this series as I am still trying to catch up on all the other series and stories. However, After reading this I am going to have to find time to fit in the rest of the series.
You are an amazing writer and manage to create such fully developed characters. I so look forward to your new releases every month.
Wow, thanks for the praise. You aren't alone in wanting a heel ending (see above) but I'm glad you still liked it. Bane had a good run ... one night in the story but 5+ years in the real world.
DeleteThat Superman/Bane scene towards the end...so hot!
ReplyDeleteThis was just how I loved my stories: Good action, but ultimately non-lethal. (Pity it's such a rare thing to find, even in mainstream media.) Pretty skillful use of cutting away from one scene to another right when the action was getting good!
I'm glad the good guys won. As you say, "live to lose another day." And the Alfred/Riddler ending, pretty hot.
And I'm SO GLAD you didn't go "Evil Superman." EVERYONE seems to love that and it's SO TIRED. Superheroes have been subverted so much that now having actual GOOD GUYS seems like the bigger subversion. But I digress...
And I'm just so relieved it was the good guys and not the bad guys who got the henchmen in the end. Lucky henchmen, whether they realize it or not!
I love the Cave and the wrestling stories, but actual superheroes was a fun change of pace. :)
Thanks! I like cutting away as another way to create suspense.
DeleteI like my violence and superhero action cartoony where you can get hit in the head by a metal pipe and be just fine. I think Tarzan and James is the only place where I killed anyone and that’s because I was going for a feel.
I’m not a fan of evil Superman analogues in general. No interest in The Boys, Brightburn, Injustice, Irredeemable, Squadron Sinister, etc. I guess they’re supposed to be edgy? Odds are pretty good that I won’t write one of those.
So many conflicting feelings about this chapter!
ReplyDeleteFirst Conner finally made his appearance! Though it's his current appearance in comics and I'm not that much of a fan of it I've waited too long for him to show up in this series for that too matter and boy did he put up a fight!
Then there was the heroes winning at the end, damn was it tempting to see Bane and Alfred win but I couldnt lie when I said I was rooting for Superman and Boy to kick some ass.
Then this is the 'Final' chapter of the series. It was so good that I want more but liked that everything wrapped up and was ended. At least it seemed like it did until the cliffhanger, though I'm not sure if that was just something to be left with our imaginations or you have something else cooked up. Maybe I just want it too keep going to see more Superboy? :P
And I agree with you on the Evil Superman. I feel like everyone defaults to this because Superman can only be the one to be evil and make sense. It bugs me to no end, even more so then new writers on Superman wanting to take a 'new' approach and make him 'flawed'. Though I did love bright burn, injustice (maybe more the game than story.) And the other evil Superman takes it bugs me when it's the OG Superman himself becoming corrupted.
Other than those very minor inner conflicts I loved this ending. Everyone got to shine in their own way. Tim was probably the MVP but everyone had a part to take down the evil duo and I like how none of them really gave in, even batman who was thought to be broken came back!
The action was great and so was the creativity of the heroes situations and how they would help each other to get out of it. I really hope there is more Hero stories coming soon, not even in this continuity but more action packed stories to read! Sorry for the long wall of text but your stories are already so great but when you make a superhero story and I already love those and mix it with your hot twists I cant help but fanboy over it.
Thanks Alex!
You are welcome, Axel! I really wanted every hero to be a hero so your comment is perfect for me.
DeleteKnowing guys were into it, I extended the story as long as I could. I find these types of stories often go on too long or are left unfinished. I didn’t want either of those. It started as a private one-shot gift for a friend who likes to play Bane then was going to be three stories and ended up five. Only chapter four was unplanned, otherwise I just stretched it out. Nightwing was written to have the fight in the library then be saved by Tim and Conner. I think this did work better with the henchmen and more room for heroic conflict.
Which Conner do you like (appearance-wise)? I’ve always been a big fan of tights and leather jacket with random belts. And I like how Patrick Gleason draws him.
My Favorite is the Casual Tshirt and Jean's from the comics. With the 90's being a close second. Not too much of a fan of the 90ish punkish look. But I can also be a little biased because I hate the writer that is currently on the current young justice run.
DeleteOh yes, t-shirt and jeans Conner. It’s a nice clean look but it never feels very superhero to me. It just feels like hot boy who shops for tees at Walmart. Give me spandex, bright colors and superfluous belts. :)
DeletePoor Bendis. He seems to have more detractors than fans these days.
What a great ending to this series! I was so glad the good guys eventually prevailed. Things were looking really bleak for the heroes for most of the narrative, but that made Good's triumph over Evil all the more satisfying. And the set-up for a future series was awesome!
ReplyDeleteThis was a massive project, Alex. Thank you very much for all the work you put into it! :)
-JS
Thanks! Yeah, it got a lot bigger than originally planned but I’m happy with it. The hardest part was balancing so many characters and giving them all some kind of moment. I’ve read enough team comic books where it feels more like a solo and the others are all wallpaper that I wanted to avoid that.
DeleteGood guys win! Yay! Though I felt sorry for Pup Nightwing, though seems like there might be someone or ones out there for him soon. I also like your open door with the Riddler (my favorite Batman villain) at the end. Great crafting of this entire story!
ReplyDeleteAppreciate it. I'm sure Pup Nightwing will find his Master Right one day but there's no super-analog for him. He'll have to look elsewhere.
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