Robin's Worst Nightmare Come True

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Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

The following story is set in the universe of the animated Batman TV show of the early and mid nineties. By the time this story takes place, Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon have become good friends, and not just as Robin and Batgirl.


Things were just a bit strange in Gotham City.

For some time, the Joker had not been seen. It was almost as if he'd disappeared from the face of the Earth. For a brief period, this meant things would be a bit more quiet.

Taking advantage of the situation, Batman packed up for a long quest, to search for both his arch-nemesis, Ras al Ghul, and his lost love, Ras al Ghul's daughter, Talia. He left Gotham in the capable hands of his youthful comrade, Robin.

Robin had it easy for a brief time, and even managed to get some free time to spend with Batgirl since things were so slow.

When the next crime wave started, it bore all the trappings of one of Joker's affairs, but with a decidedly goofier bent. It turned out that Harley Quinn was running Joker's gang in his absence, and was using her own feminine wiles to vex the law. Without Mr. J's direct and decidedly mad influence, she was executing a much more sane crime spree, but with her fiendish humor thrown in for good measure.

Harley was not slow on the uptake; in fact, she was extremely intelligent. It just never showed whenever she was around her puddin', Mr. J. She knew enough to scan the news reports for significant events, and took note of an exhibit being held in the Gotham Museum of Art. The Kingdom of Bashir was loaning the United States an ancient gold idol which had been excavated earlier in the century and kept under close guard ever since. The idol was on a city by city tour so that as many citizens as possible could see it, and it was now in Gotham City.

Harley Quinn set up a diversionary robbery on the other side of town that would be sure to get the attention of Robin and Batgirl. She took a few of her best men, and with the ease gained through years of working with the Joker, made her way into the museum and purloined the idol.

The Museum of Art staff and the GCPD both tried to keep the theft hushed up when it was discovered the next day, in hopes of recovering the idol before it was too late. They should have known better. The public and press which arrived the next day in hopes of seeing the rare object were told that the hall was temporarily closed, and this did not go over very well. It was soon discovered why the hall was secured, and the noon news had the story as its prime topic.

It did not take long at all for the word to get back to the Kingdom, and the US State Department was breathing down Police Commissioner James Gordon's neck later that afternoon. Until the idol was found, the city of Gotham would be turned over and shaken, with Commissioner Gordon doing all the shaking, while sweating under the pressure.

Robin and Batgirl were working full time in tracking down clues to the theft, and were working individually to cover as much ground as possible, as quickly as possible. Batgirl used her connection to the Police HQ, thanks to being the daughter of the Commissioner, to get as much as she could from their end before going off on her own.

The junior member of the Dynamic Duo hit the streets directly, and started with the robbery that he and Batgirl had been tied up with while the grand theft occurred. In his closer scrutiny, he discovered clues leading to Harley Quinn's influence. Since he knew that Harley had not been at the scene the night before, Dick came to the conclusion that she may have been involved at the museum.

Robin had leads to the last three known hideouts of Joker and his gang, and decided to check on each for any signs of activity. His luck was with him, for the very first one he checked had a constant stream of known Joker henchmen coming and going from a back entrance. Where henchmen were, Harley Quinn could not be far.

Robin waited for a time that seemed to have the most number of henchmen out, and snuck into the building via a rooftop vent. He had debated making a call to Batgirl, but figured he could handle the situation alone, and didn't want to lose the break that a wait for her arrival might entail. He carefully made his way from room to room on each floor, but found no evidence of wrongdoers.

Robin finally found a rather large room that had been a sorting center, and Harley was alone in a seat in a corner. She was in costume, which made Robin wonder if some more action was in the works. Not wanting to lose a golden opportunity, he snuck up behind Harley and tossed a Bat gas pellet at her feet. Harley turned in surprise to see Robin, but just as a look of recognition came to her eyes, they rolled up and were covered by her eyelids as the gas took affect.

Robin picked up the light form of the red and black clad villainess, and took her back out via a side entrance after making sure none of the gang members were around. Dick placed Harley onto the back of his motorcycle, and draped a blanket over her after putting a blindfold over her eyes in case she came to while in transit. After he'd taken his own seat, he pulled Harley's hands up around his waist and tied them together to keep her from falling off. Robin then took her to the Batcave.

Harley Quinn was placed in a secure room in the back of the cave, and locked in. Robin waited for a few moments, then injected some stimulant gas into the room. When Harley snapped awake, she immediately saw that she was in unfamiliar surroundings, and then recalled seeing Robin earlier. It took her only seconds to correctly conclude where she was.

Robin spent forty-five minutes trying to cajole Harley into telling him where the idol was. Her first few answers at least confirmed in an offhand way that she had stolen it, but she was adamant about not giving him any information that was of any use in locating the waylaid idol.

Robin then decided that if he could not get the information from Harley, he would have to try and get it from the gang members. He had enough information to start with thanks to his questioning of Harley, and now Harley was going to be of even more use to him. Robin injected more knockout gas into Harley's room, and she once again fell unconscious.

After the gas was evacuated, Robin went into the room and stripped Harley out of her costume. He'd thought that the white of her face was makeup, but was stunned to see that it was actually a very well made latex mask, similar to the ones he'd had made the year before, only not covering her whole head; it was a part of the red and black cowl. When the cowl was pulled up from the back of her neck, first her two long ponytails came free, then the white mask on front came off her face. Robin had never seen Harley's actual face up close, and noted how beautiful she actually was. He thought it a shame that such a pretty face was always hidden under the white mask.

Harley was chained to the bed in the room, and gagged to keep her from annoying Alfred. She would be safe and sound there while Robin was at work.

Robin took the costume and went to the disguise section of the Batcave. He took out the corset that he'd worn during his prank on Batman back in October, along with his body briefer, the cache sex, some tights, and his smaller pair of breast forms. These were an almost perfect match for Harley's own. The Robin costume was peeled off, and he then pushed his balls up and out of the way of his prick, which was folded back between his legs. It was held in place by the cache sex, and then the corset was laced on. Dick had plenty of experience in lacing the corset by himself by now, but as he did so, he even gave Batgirl another thought, since it would be a piece of cake for her to put on the costume. She was too far away in both distance and time to be of help though, so Robin continued getting dressed.

He pulled the briefer on over the cache sex and corset, then drew the tights on over his legs to mat down the hair. The lighter hair on his arms was not something he was worried about, and Robin then inserted the breast forms into the cups of the body briefer. It had been a while since he'd felt that weight on his chest, but it wasn't a new sensation, and he was in a form he'd grown used to earlier. Robin sat down at the dressing table and put some makeup on his eyes, since they'd be the only parts of his face visible through the mask, but then decided to go all the way just in case. He did up his face to be a close replica of Harley's, though not quite as beautiful as she.

A long blonde wig was found in the cabinet, and he placed it over his head after first tucking his black hair up under a wig cap. He took the wig and worked it into a set of ponytails like Harley's, and marveled at the image he saw in the mirror. If he didn't know that Harley Quinn was locked up in another part of the cave, he'd sworn he was looking at her reflection. While still at the table, he opened a drawer and pulled out a voice modifier. He popped into the back of his throat, then played with the new soprano tones until he had Harley's lilt down pat.

Then came the fun part. Back in October, he'd made a copy of Harley's costume that was pretty close to the original. Now he had the original itself! Robin picked up Harley's costume, and proceeded to put it over his transformed body. With the zipper on back pulled up, the female trickster was once again on show. Robin thought he had it easy, since Harley had flat soles on her boots, and he could even wear hers since they were the same size as the copies he'd had made. With ease, he pulled these over his feet.

He worked the ponytails into the lobes on the cowl, then pulled it down over his face. Robin worked the eye holes over his eyes correctly, and pushed the nose down over his own. His lips filled the lush latex ones of the mask, and they became his own. The last thing he did was to pull on Harley's gloves. For all intents and purposes, Harley Quinn herself was now loose in the Batcave.

Robin knew it would be a bad idea to hop on the Redbird and leave as he was dressed, but knew he had to show up at the hideout like that. A long overcoat was thrown over Harley's costume, and he debated as to how he could cover her distinctive head. The only viable solution was to take off the mask and cowl once again, and now Robin was glad he'd done up his whole face. A quite good looking blonde stepped onto the Redbird, and Robin's red helmet kept the world at large from seeing her face and blonde hair.

While he was enroute to the hideout, Robin made a call to the message machine that Batgirl would access regularly. He didn't want to call her directly with the voice she now possessed, and so just told her that she might want to drop in on the office complex in another hour. That would give Harley time to get her job done, before Batgirl would show up to shut things down.

Harley parked her motorcycle far enough away to avoid sighting, then pulled off the helmet and replaced it with her cowl and mask. She looked into the rear view mirror to make sure she was straight, and started walking to the hideout.

Harley went directly to the back door Robin had spied the hoods using earlier in the day, and stepped right in. She was about to start her crafty line of questioning leading to the actual location of the idol, when one of the gang members yelled out to her, "Harley! Where have you been? You're not going to believe the good news! Mr. J is back!"

What would have been very good news to Harley was the worst form of nightmare for Robin.

Joker himself stepped out, facing Harley with a look of lust in his eyes. "I've missed you, darlin'! Come give your puddin' a big kiss!"

Harley had no choice but to leap into Joker's arms and lay a big one on his grotesque lips. The hug he gave her told her just how long it had been since he'd been in a woman's arms. Then Joker took Harley by her shoulders and pushed her to arms length. As one arm went down to the side of his chair, Joker said, "Harl, I got a present for you while I was gone to make up for not being here. I hope you like 'em!"

Joker passed a box to Harley, who acted truly surprised without needing to play act. Her eyes went wide when the lid came off the box. Inside was a new set of one red and one black boot, and they had five-inch heels! Now Dick was really glad that he'd had so much practice over the winter in wearing heels, but still, five inches? Oh well, Harley would probably have been overjoyed to get them, so...

Harley bent over and pecked Joker on the cheek. "Thanks a lot, Puddin'! I knew you'd be thinkin' about me while you were gone."

"Go ahead and put on your new boots, Harl. I wanna see how much sexier they're gonna make you look!" Joker's grin looked even more leery than usual.

Harley pulled off her easy to wear flat boots and then zipped on their stiletto heeled replacements. Dick didn't need a mirror to tell that they made her body look all the more enticing. Just the feel of his feet in the sexy boots was getting him more excited than needed in the current situation. But it looked like Robin wasn't the only excited male.

"Come on into our bedroom, Harl, I've got stories to tell you that you wouldn't believe!" Joker took an unwilling but acting well enough for an Oscar Harley into the side room. Dick's practice in heels had Harley taking tiny steps that made her ass and hips wiggle like a street walker's, and Joker's gang wanted to wolf whistle, but knew better. The door closed behind them.

Robin's luck was going from bad to worse. First Joker himself reappears, then he gives her some killer heels to wear. 'What more can possibly go wrong with this plan?' he thought, and soon found out.

Joker wasn't in the mood to use energy and lay Harley, but his tool was aching for relief. It was pretty obvious what Joker wanted, and Dick paled inside his mask. He quickly got his color back, even dreading what he had to do, since he'd have to take off the mask again. Harley started to take off her mask to suck him off, but Joker said, "Harl, what are you doing? Leave your mask on! You know that only my lil Harley Quinn can suck on me!"

Harley did her best to make sure Joker's white monster didn't hit the voice modifier in the back of Dick's throat, and for the first time in his life, gave a blowjob to a man. Harl even swallowed every last drop, as she expected the real thing would do, licking him dry when he finished.

Before Joker could get any more amorous, Robin's luck finally seemed to make a turn.

Arriving a bit early, Batgirl came storming in the side door of the building. She made quick work of the half dozen thugs she found, and was about to come across the Joker himself when a dozen cops also came bounding in. Since he was hardly in a correct state of preparation, Joker was easily overpowered, and was marched out of the building into a waiting squad car.

Harley had a very difficult time persuading Batgirl that she really was Robin, but the fastest way was for her to remove the voice modifier. The large dose of cum which had coated it did not seem to have affected it, and once Batgirl had been convinced, Harley put it back in her throat, to match the form she wore. The odd team of Harley Quinn and Batgirl then did a thorough search of the hideout. Harley was getting so used to her new boots that she left them on, not even considering a need to change. One of the cops took a picture, without them knowing it.

The idol itself was not found, but a note stating its location was. The information was passed on to the fine representatives of the GCPD, so that a proper discovery could be made and credit taken by the proper authorities.

Robin's luck made its last turn for the evening, when he found out that Batgirl wanted very much to take Harley back with her to her own bedroom. Robin was going to find out the hard way that Batgirl liked girl on girl as much as he liked boy on girl. Batgirl had a lot of fun making love to Harley Quinn, and even got her to play some bondage games.

Whole new avenues for their future couplings were opened up, much to both Dick's and Barbara's delight.

And they lived happily ever after...

 

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