Snapshot "Who Hits Harder?": A Batman Story written by Jimmy

 

           Snapshot “Who hits harder?”

                                   By Jimmy

 

Wait a minute…she kneed you in the nuts?”

Dick Grayson, Nightwing pointedly stares off into the darkness of the night, the moon is hidden from view and the dark skies seem even blacker than usual on this night in Gotham City.

“Yeah, she was terrible and it sucked because it happened in front of Babs.”

Robin grimaces in sympathy and then smiles wide, “Maybe you need more training.”

Dick Grayson turns, his eyes narrowing behind his blue domino mask to tell Robin off but Tim already has him by the shoulders and powers a knee straight and true deep into his bulge.

Gasping, Dick staggers back and drops to one knee, his darm black bangs falling in front of his eyes.

“Oh shit, you fucking hit my junk.” His voice is rather squeaky and Tim Drake, the third Robin is giggling watching him on the rooftop one hand wrapped around his stomach.

“You should see your face right now!”

“You…you,” Dick moans feeling his nuts pulsing through his black gloved fingers.

Robin after he stops laughing so hard, comes up to him patting him on the shoulder. “Just curious…whose knew was worse?”

“Nnng,” Dick breathes out, the unintelligible word cracking another grin from Tim.

“I’m going to take that as mine was.”

Dick glances up at Robin, by a black cloud hovers over them and the two heroes look up at Batman as he lands near meters away his shadow falling over them.

“You alright Nightwing?” Bruce Wayne, aka Batman asks.

Dick feels his cheeks reddening, and says nothing.

“He’ll be fine, right Dick?” Robin asks coming behind him and rubbing his shoulders.

Batman steps up and glances at Robin, “Maybe training will do you some good.”

“How long where you watching up?” Robin asks taken a back.

“Long enough that you should have noticed me.”

The color drains from Tim’s face and he is caught speechless.

Dick climbs unsteadily to his feet, his knees feeling quite weak. “I don’t need training…it’s just a low blow.”

Batman says nothing but gives a slight nod to Robin standing directly behind Nightwing, and Dick’s eyes widen as Robin kicks him full force between his legs, his booted foot scrambling everything within his black tights.

Dicks goes to drops back to the roof top gasping out “My balls!”

Batman catches him, keeping his arms away from protecting his jewels and stares deep into Dick’s eyes.

“Sure about that?” Bruce asks bringing his knee up forcibly between Dick’s quivering legs the darkness hiding much of Dick’s grimace but the squeal is heard by all as Dick’s face crumbles.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…you didn’t…uggggggggggghhhhhh!”

Batman keeps Dick airborne on his rock solidly muscled thigh and bounces him a bit.

“You seem to be a bit weak here…more training is required Dick.”

Dick can’t even respond his balls feel like two diluted squished dough balls and he leans against Batman’s shoulder as his mentor tells him. “Twice a week we will toughen you up.”

With a flash of his cape Batman leaves his curled in the fetal position on the rooftop firing his grapple gun, the quiet pop echoes in Dick’s ears as he leaps off into action.

“Duty calls, Robin stay with him.”

“My pleasure,” says Robin leaning down and rubbing Dick’s shoulder his fingers itching to go lower.

“Oh god, oh god, my nuts.”

Tim rubs his arm and says “My plan worked. I knew Batman was there. How does Tuesday and Thursday work for your schedule?”

Dick closes his eyes, his balls pulsing in his fingers bloated and bruised.

“I’ll…ugnnnn.”

Dick Grayson can feel Robin’s breath as he whispers in his ear. “On Tuesday, don’t bother wearing a mask. I want to see your reactions every time I hit you in the nuts.”

Robin stands up but adds one more thing. “I recorded all of this…I sent it to Jason Todd, Red Hood and Damien Wayne. In case they are interested in helping you practice.”

 

 

 

~End