Monday, February 27, 2023

Robin VS Robin written by Jimmy

Robin VS Robin

By Jimmy 

Warning: I do not own any Batman or Batman related properties, this is an act of fiction. Also, this is not my artist work in the comic. It was sent by a good friend that wants MORE ballbusting and Robin stories. I think I can squeeze out a few more with the photos that you sent, thanks Jake.

“I see you, Drake.”

Damian Wayne, dressed in his Robin’s costume punches his quarry three times about the neck and head in quick succession before telling him as he blacks out:

“Let’s see how you like knives, Brutal.”

Then Damian slams the hilt hard into his black stitched cowl not even watching as his foe crumbles to his feet.

Robin, Tim Drake is about to comment dressed in his new Red Robin costume but the knife that Damian was holding is launched across the alley and cutting his grapple causing Tim to scramble as he drops down to the sidewalk gasping and moaning at the hardened concrete drop under his heels.

“I decided that I am done waiting,” Tim Drake says.

Damian gives a tiny nod and is on him, raining down with punches and quick knees to the mid-section. The barad of quick strikes puts Tim on the defensive and he covers his head and starts blocking the other blows as best as he can as Damian Wayne forces him down the alley and against the brick wall darkened by soot and grime.

“I make the rules, Drake. Not you.”

Then Damian spins a circle kicking out with a side kick that hits directly where Red Robin is most vulnerable. The kick takes Tim by surprise as Damian Wayne’s knee clips him. The hardened bone sinks in deep into his bulge and Tim gasps.

The walloping Whump of the strike leaves him with wobbly knees.

“Owww.” Tim Drake says exhaling as Damian pulls off his cowl revealing his black domino mask.

“Your new costume is lame,” Damian says tossing him the cowl. “You are not father, and you look ridiculous. Also, not sure if you have compared by Grayson’s equipment is so much more lethal than that set you have on you. No wonder why you never wore Dick’s old costume…it didn’t fit where it matters most.”

Tim grabs his balls in one hand, scowling now up at Damian Wayne as he lashes out with another hard kick flinging his head back as he pulls the cowl back over his face.

“Pathetic performance Drake…Dick must have wanted to lose to you. You will never amount to anything.”

The words almost hurt more that knee to his bird eggs. Tim Drake rolls out of the way as Damian rushes as him firing his grappling hook and swinging up and away.

“Retreating! Coward!” Damian yells giving chase and swinging on his own grapple. He’s so incredibly fast.

The younger Robin slams into him midair, but Tim manages to change their course and drop Damian down roughly on the concrete before landing on his own two feet and pulling out his staff.


Damian Wayne groans leaping up and yelling “I will not lose to you!”

Then Red Robin punches him in the face, knocking him backwards before kicking straight out and hitting Damian Wayne in his own pouch and scrambling the kids sack before he lands back onto the street.

“You lost the second I started trying,” Tim says before he swings his staff.

A batarang nails the side of it and a loud voice echoes across: “Stop!”


The quivering batarang shakes impaled in Red Robin’s staff as he turns to face Batman.


“Father…” Damian Wayne gasps, one hand holding his balls Robin not too far from him doing the same.

“We have too many enemies than to fight each other, now go home you two.”

Tim Drake nods, but Damian Wayne’s shoulders quake anger flaring in him.

“Fine…for now.”

“You alright,” Batman says quietly touching his sons shoulder. Damian pulls away not answering but his face reddening as he follows Tim Drake back to the Batmobile.

“Not bad, Drake.”

“You too.” Tim Drake says, turning and flashing him a smile before his balls ache as he sits down and grabs himself again.

“Next time…let’s get Grayson together instead.”

Tim Drake thinks about it, only for a moment before he agrees.



Back home in his Robin lays against the bed, sitting on the floor. Alfred comes in.

"Your breakfast...Master Tim?"

"Master Tim?"

Alfred runs his hand through Robin's hair stirring him.

"You've been up all night?"

Tim smiles. "Maybe."

Alfred shakes his head and slowly lowers the breakfast tray on the mattress. 

"Eat when you can, those bruises look fresh...want me to?"

"I'll be alright Alfred," Tim says. "Besides, you should see the other guy."

"I have actually. I was in his bedroom just before yours."

Tim Drake laughs as he sips the warm hot chocolate.

"Don't forget that you two are supposed to be on the same team."

 Tim says nothing to that as Alfred heads out of his room, but maybe he might just do that.

~ End




Anonymous said...

Are you gonna do one were tim and damian team up and bust nightwings balls?

Anonymous said...

Jake here again, really enjoyed this! Besides what you already have planned I think it'd be interesting to have a story where Red Hood is actually able to get revenge on 2 or all 3 of them, since it all started with Jason

GinoJaydenAuthor said...

Hi Anonymous,

I can see what I can do with Damian and Tim Drake teaming up, that could be fun!


Hi Jake,

I love the Red Hood idea too! If you have some more photos for inspiration, feel free to send them my way!