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Dick isn’t quite sure how he manages to get separated. One minute he’s at Batman’s back fighting Poison Ivy, the next he’s alone, leaning up against a damp alley wall, confused and disorientated. He pushes himself up to standing, his legs wobbling. He feels strangely weak and light-headed, a prickling heat building on his skin. He’s sweating, but he’s not sure why. It’s late October and the Gotham nights are damp and cool.
His stomach churns, the strange heat seeping into his chest and pooling in his groin. He’s embarrassed to find that he’s hard when he looks down, his erection tenting out the front of his scaly green pants. He’s thirteen, so it’s not exactly unusual for him to pop a sudden boner - adrenaline is a hell of a thing - but this doesn’t seem normal.
It feels like his brain is covered in a thick fog, which is why it takes him so long to connect the dots. He was fighting Ivy, he’s missing time, he feels strangely warm and has a raging boner. He must have been exposed to some sort of pollen that acts as an aphrodisiac. This is not good. He needs to find Bruce and get back to the cave so he can take an antidote, or at the least let this thing run its course in the safety of the manor.
“Well, well look at this. Little bird’s all alone.”
Dick startles, spinning round fast enough to make his head swim. Bane is standing in the entry to the alleyway, a wide grin on his face. Shit, this is bad. Dick’s so out of it that he didn’t hear Bane and it’s not like the man is exactly subtle. Dick falls into a defensive stance, but he knows he’s in trouble. Robin might be able to hold his own in a fight on a normal day, but right now Dick’s finding it hard just to stay upright. He hadn’t even realised that Bane was out of Arkham. Dick’s really dropped the ball this time.
Bane steps closer, a huge silhouette against the dark sky. Dick’s throat is dry, his vision blurry, but he raises his fists in warning, trying not to let them tremble.
“Where’s the big bad Bat, hmm?” Bane says. Dick peels his teeth back in a snarl.
“He’s close,” Dick says, because maybe that will get Bane to back off. He knows, rationally, that he’s clutching at straws here, but at this point he’ll try anything.
Bane chuckles as if he doesn’t believe a word Dick says. He’s so wide that he takes up almost the entire alley, muscles bulging beneath his tan skin. For some reason that sends a shiver down Dick’s spine, heat burning low in his gut. He takes a shuddering breath, praying for all he’s worth that it’s too dark in the alley for Bane to see just how hard Dick is.
He’s distracted, so he misses when Bane lunges towards him. He brings his arms up in a block almost reflexively, the hit shuddering painfully through his forearms. Dick staggers, catches himself and throws a wild kick at Bane’s knee. It’s embarrassing really, just how badly Dick is doing. Bruce would be so disappointed.
A hit catches him straight in the chest, knocking him back against the wall, the air rushing from his lungs. He barely has time to register what’s happening before one meaty fist has closed around his throat, crushing his windpipe as he’s lifted up off the floor. He scrabbles uselessly for a moment, his boots scraping across the brick wall as Bane’s face fills up his vision, teeth bared in a parody of a smile.
“Bye bye birdy,” Bane sing songs. Dick’s nails are digging into Bane’s wrist, his chest burning as he chokes. He needs to do something, and fast. He brings his legs up, wrapping them around Bane’s huge waist, squeezing with his thighs to take the weight off of his neck. Bane presses closer, crushing Dick back against the wall, snarling. Then he freezes, a strange expression coming over his face. He releases his fingers, air rushing back into Dick’s lungs, but keeps him pressed against the wall, sliding his palm down to splay over Dick’s collarbone.
Dick coughs, gasping in desperate lungfuls. Gotham’s air has never tasted so sweet. The lack of air has done absolutely nothing to help with the fog in his brain, nor the heat in his gut, and as he coughs himself back into awareness, he’s suddenly acutely aware of the fact that his erection is now pressed against the hard muscles of Bane’s stomach.
“What’s this?” Bane asks, voice low and gravelly in a way that makes Dick’s hips hitch forwards embarrassingly. “Does the little bird like getting choked?”
“No!” Dick gasps. “No, it’s Ivy!”
He regrets saying it as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He’s just given away a huge weakness. He basically told Bane that he’s vulnerable all because he couldn’t bear the idea that Bane thought he was getting off on being choked to death.
Bane grins, his free hand coming up to grip the bare skin of Dick’s thigh. Dick can’t help the way he gasps, his legs squeezing in against Bane’s waist, face flushing with heat. At this rate Bane won’t need to choke him out, Dick’s just going to die of embarrassment all by himself.
“Aw would you like a hand, pajarito?” Bane grinds Dick back against the wall. Pleasure sparks up Dick’s spine, his back arching at the pressure against his cock. It takes a moment for the words to register through the fog, but when they do it’s like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice down his shirt. Bane isn’t serious? Is he?
“Get- get off me,” Dick hisses out. Surprisingly, Bane steps back, letting Dick drop to the ground. His knees give out under his own weight and he tips forwards, crashing onto all fours. Bane kicks a foot into his stomach, knocking him over onto his back. Dick wheezes, attempting to roll away but Bane drops down over him, straddling his thighs and pinning him with one huge hand against his chest.
Fear curdles sickeningly in his stomach, even as heat crawls up over his chest and throat. This isn’t happening, it can’t be happening. Dick’s thirteen for God’s sake, Bane can’t really want to have sex with him.
The rip of his shirt is startlingly loud in his ears, buttons skittering across the ground. Cool air hits his overheated chest, his nipples pebbling, the sensation shuddering through his body. Bane leans down and presses his mouth against bared skin, wet heat trailing down over his ribs.
“St-stop,” Dick croaks, then cries out as Bane takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs gently. It sparks through his body like lightning, sharp and sudden.
“What was that pajarito?” Bane chuckles, a rush of warmth over now wet skin. Dick’s hips lift up, seeking friction, but the weight of Bane on his legs keeps him pinned against the ground. He wants to get out from under him, wants to get free, wants him to stop touching him. But at the same time he wants Bane to fuck him. Christ, he wants someone to touch his cock, to get him off, because the heat is getting almost unbearable now, his cock straining against his shorts, heavy and painful.
He twists, trying to dislodge Bane, even a little bit. “Get the fuck off of me you sick freak.”
Bane’s teeth turn rough on his nipple, but the pain just winds the pleasure higher. Dick yelps, his head rolling against the ground, hands flying up to push uselessly against Bane’s huge shoulders. His weight lifts just long enough that Bane can grab at Dick’s scaly pants, tugging them roughly down and off. Dick tries to use the brief freedom to kick at him, but Bane doesn’t even seem to feel it, the muscles of his abdomen easily absorbing the blow. Bane grabs his ankle, tugging his leg up against Dick’s bare chest, exposing him. His other arm grabs both of Dick’s wrists, pinning them above his head.
Dick’s never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, before. It’s both incredibly frightening and kind of hot, but Dick isn’t quite sure if that’s just the sex pollen speaking. He hopes it is, hopes that this isn’t going to forever affect what he gets off to.
“Don’t.” Dick can’t stop the word from falling out as Bane reaches down to free himself from his trousers. Bane’s cock is as big as the rest of him, huge and red. There’s no way in hell that thing is going to fit inside of Dick. It’ll tear him apart. He’s honestly worried that it’ll kill him.
Bane rolls his hips forwards so that his cock slides along Dick’s cleft. Dick moans, his mind going momentarily blank and when he comes back to himself, he’s horrified to realise that he’s been talking. That he’s been begging Bane to fuck him.
He shuts his mouth fast enough that his teeth click, swallowing the words back, but it’s too late. Bane is grinning down at him, huge erection pressed against Dick’s asshole. Dick’s leg aches where it’s pressed up by his shoulder. He’s flexible, sure, but even he can’t hold this position indefinitely.
“Please,” Dick chokes out, embarrassingly small. “Please don’t.”
Bane smiles indulgently, leaning down so that his weight traps Dick’s leg, freeing up his hand to stroke his big thumb over Dick’s lower lip.
“Sorry pajarito,” he says, then thrusts forwards.
Pain, sharp and disgusting, spears through Dick. He cries out, writhing, desperate to get away because this is too much. He can’t take it. Bane is going to tear him in half. Bane grunts, pulling out and thrusts back in, harder this time. Dick screams, he can’t help it. The pain is all encompassing. Dick never realised that it could hurt this bad.
Bane slaps his hand over Dick’s mouth, hard enough to make his teeth rattle. The pressure over his mouth, and just how big Bane’s hand is make it difficult to breathe. He sobs, eyes burning as Bane moans lowly in his ear, grinding his pelvis against Dick’s ass.
“That’s it, so tight,” Bane groans. Dick writhes, straining against the hold on his arms, pain lighting up his nerves and twisting into something pleasurable, fanning the flames in his gut.
Dick can’t seem to stop the noises he’s making, embarrassing little whimpers and moans. Bane doesn’t let up, and his rough thrusts scrape Dick along the ground. He feels small and weak crushed beneath Bane’s heavy weight. His neck aches at the pressure of his hand over his mouth.
Dick’s orgasm takes him by surprise, a rush of almost overwhelming pleasure crashing through his body like a tsunami. He arches his back with a strangled, muffled cry and comes between them, squeezing his eyes shut tight so that he doesn’t have to see Bane’s face, so that he can at least try to pretend this isn’t happening.
He feels wrung out afterwards, numb, like his orgasm has washed all feeling from his body. He’s vaguely aware of Bane picking up the pace, jolting his body across the ground like a rag doll. The hand lifts from his mouth. A bruising grip on his hips. The numb feeling slowly giving way to pain as Bane tilts him up and hammers into him. Bane pulls him tight against him, stuttering to a stop and leans over to press his teeth into Dick’s collarbone, groaning out his climax against Dick’s skin.
Dick opens his eyes, staring up at the dark night sky, feeling almost like he’s floating as Bane climbs off of him. He can’t feel his limbs, can’t feel anything except the ragged, knife sharp pain spearing through him. He’s pretty sure he’s crying. There’s enough light pollution that the stars are hidden, but the moon is bright and full tonight, the silver edges smudged through his tears.
Bane is talking, but Dick can’t hear any of the words. He blinks and a dark silhouette blots out the moonlight. Batman, cape outstretched, swooping in to save the day. Except, Dick thinks bitterly, he’s a bit late now. Dick’s already ruined.
Dick shuts his eyes again as the sound of a fight starts up over him. He kind of wishes that Bruce hadn’t come, that he could have dragged himself into a small, dark corner and stayed there until either he managed to pull himself together and make his way home or...he didn’t.
Strong arms lift him gently, cradling him against a broad chest. Dick keeps his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to see Bruce’s face, the disgust and disappointment that are surely there. He’s so tired. He just wants to sleep now, just wants to forget.
He rests his head against Bruce’s shoulder and lets himself drift away.