The Son of Bat - 3. Hunting Down the Kid

I picked up the Birdarang with the boy’s blood still fresh. I quickly took out a small vial and broke off the blade from the main body. Batman’s computer should be able to do a massive search from difference databases that he had collected over the years. If not, then it would surely lead me to some other clues.

My communicator started vibrating and I answered it. The call was coming from my back up called Nightwing. Looks like he was able to extract the person from where I left him. I guess Grayson was so bored that he was able to respond so quickly. Plus, I still had to find my R-Cycle. It should be downtown and no one would be snooping around at that time of the night.

[Speak.] I said with a stern voice. But knowing Grayson, he would’ve chuckled at my expense. That guy really needed to know his place. [I needed the status of the guy I knocked out.]

[Do you always have to be so formal?] Nightwing sounded annoyed. Based from the background noise, he was moving at high speed. But I needed to confirm. [Anyhow, I need to—]

[Was the extraction successful?] I had to cut him off. First things first and Dick should have known that. He was being too slack for his own good. And I wasn’t about to tolerate such. [I don’t have time for silly little games, Nightwing.]

[Yes, he’s with me and he’s still knocked out cold. I’ll meet you in the Batcave. And just what on earth did you do to this guy?] Nightwing asked. But he was being so carefree and it annoyed me because we were still in the middle of a mission. [You didn’t paralyze him for life, did you?]

[No, but I was sure he would be out for the next couple of hours. That’s just how good I am at knocking out people.] I answered. [Just make sure he is tightly tied up in the Batcave. Don’t make the same mistakes that guy did. He tied me up so badly I didn’t half a minute to get myself free.]

Grayson just chuckled softly at the other side of the line.

[I have something for you when you get back home, squirt.] He replied. I could have felt him wink at the other side of the line. Grayson and I grew close when father ‘died’ for almost a year and miraculously came back. We protected Gotham as Batman and Robin. Besides, I had to make sure that Dick didn’t end up dying because he was being a phony replica of Batman. A disgrace to my father’s memory. He never was good enough to wear the cowl. I was still too young for that. But I was sure that someday, it would be my turn. [Nightwing out]

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Almost an hour later, Grayson and I tied up a guy and blindfolded him. For the sake of irony, he thought it was funny to do the same thing they did to me. And since I was pretty bored anyway, I played along.

“How long do we have to wait?” I complained. It was already bad and awful that the boy magician was able to slip away for the second time in front of my face. But not this time. I will find him and take him down if I had to. Then I faced Grayson who was fidgeting on his gadget. “Can I slap him non-stop until he wakes up?”

“No.” He replied. “Just find something to do while we wait for him.”

“Fine. If he doesn’t wake up in a few minutes then I will personally deliver him to the GCPD. This is already nuts.” I grumbled then went over to the computer and took out the small vial that held the boy’s blood. It was still fresh even after a few hours. The vial was designed by Lucius Fox to contain such components and kept it as new as possible. That way, it would still be a solid evidence. “

“So what was the entire point of bringing him here then?” Dick asked me with a brow raised. He crossed his arms and made a tapping sound with his foot. But to me, he just looked like an angry mother ready to spank her children. “Don’t tell me this was all for nothing!”

“He was just Plan A.” I mumbled. Then I proceeded in putting the vial into a small capsule under the monitor so it could analyze the DNA strands inside of the blood component. “I still have some other things I have in mind in case he was a failure. It would be a failure of mine if I didn’t get a strong lead. I wasn’t brought up to make such filthy mistakes.”

The component scanner that contained the vial started to make a whizzing sound as a couple of small mechanical arms grabbed the vial and proceeded the necessary measures to isolate the DNA strand from the rest of the blood particles. It produced the liquid and put the processed sample into another vial. When I checked the computer, it stated that it still needed to culture the blood sample in order to make a legitimate search on the database. By the time I checked the container again, the blood culture was neatly placed on a petri dish.

“Great. More waiting to do.” I mumbled to myself. Grayson was still busy fidgeting on his phone. At first, I thought he was sending Koriand’r some sort of messages but he was just actually playing a game. I walked up to him and looked at him with disdain, disgust and everything in between. “You’re hopeless.”

“What? I’m bored.” He exclaimed. “He’s still not waking up.”

“There are a lot of ways you could think of in trying to know who we are up against and yet you chose to play a game. This isn’t a joke, Nightwing.” I whined further. And he seemed to just be having fun as he watched me complain. Then I walked towards the guy and pulled a strand of hair and put it on the analyzer right beside the main keyboard of the computer. “You’re obviously not making any effort to help me out.”

“Well, I figured you could do it yourself.” He replied. And I just focused on the screen to check if it made a successful search. The computer tapped into the JLA database as well to further the search parameters. “You never liked asking for help. Why the sudden change?”

“Because I trust you now more than before.” I simply stated. Then I made a gulp. It was harder to say than I thought. The screen alerted me that it was a successful search. I checked the screen and started to read out the details. “Alexander Finn is his name. Age 32 and Caucasian. Both parents are murdered and is wanted for homicide and theft. Currently unknown affiliations. Last seen was a few months ago at NYC with a gang named Viper.”

Then Grayson pressed a few buttons on his own gadget. “Viper was taken down a month after the time he was last seen. All of the members were killed because of some gang war. That means Viper was not the group we’re looking for.”

“He is just a normal thug. And yet he was still recruited by some organization who knows well what to target. Something is not right.” I commented. But Grayson had himself thinking as well. “It looks like he won’t wake up in a few minutes. I’ll go up and take a quick shower.”

I left Nightwing and went up to my personal quarters. My body suddenly felt the pain from the bumps all over and I had a hard time taking of my Robin suit. I sat on my bed as I tried to stretch my muscles. At the young age of 13, I was in peak human conditioning. My pecs and my arms had the cuts and there was not an ounce of fat on them.

There was a knock on the door and Grayson went inside. He already took off his Nightwing uniform and sat behind me. He was still wearing a dry-fit shirt that he would usually wear inside the manor. Plus, there was a playful look on his face and I knew immediately he was about to do something mischievous. Most of the time, we were serious in the mission field. But not this time. Something was awfully off with Grayson.

“What do you want?” I grumbled as I stretched my arms a bit more, causing me to grunt in slight pain. He seemed to take notice of it and put my his strong hands on my shoulders. After a few seconds, he started to massage me even if I was on my bare skin. “Get. Your Hands. Off. Of me! This is awkward, Grayson.”

“Relax, Damian. I’m just giving you a good ‘ol massage.” Dick told me. But I wasn’t planning to go any further. His hand wandered from my shoulders down to my lower back. And I can’t help myself but to feel good. A shiver ran down my spine and I hated it. “It’s been a while since we spent quality time together. Ever since you came back from Apokolips, you’ve been acting all stiff again lately. You’re not a failure for dying, Damian. You might want to check how Jason dealt with it. Although he’s not the best example right now.”

I just kept silent. To make things worse, the front of my boxer-briefs was getting crowded from all the stimulation. Grayson went on with giving me a massage and he failed to take notice of the inflated organ in front of me. I tried my best to contain myself by the hormones that was naturally taking a hold of my own body was beyond my control. Even if I held it back, a moan escaped from my lips.

“I knew it!” He exclaimed excitedly. I was already on the verge of closing my eyes and he took me away from that. This was just getting annoying for every second that passes. “You loved my massage, don’t you?”

However, he noticed the tent in my boxer briefs and I heard him snickered because he couldn’t stop himself. Soon after, he burst into laughter and fell back on my bed. And I was just red from the embarrassment because he just saw me popped a boner from getting a massage. Truly, truly, annoying.

“No wonder…why you’re…being so…stiff!” He said between his laughter. But it just made the situation worse. I felt like I was about to storm out of the room. “I didn’t realize that you were literally stiff down there!”

I gritted my teeth in sheer annoyance. “We will not speak of this ever again. Or else I will make sure that father never finds you.”

“Calm down, Damian.” He whispered in my ear. The close proximity just made my hard-on worse. And I was getting confused from all the mixed signals that he was giving me. Then he started to rub my abs from behind and caressed it slowly. It sent another shiver down my spine and I tried my best not to reach my climax from all the touch. “I’m sure you’ve already figured out by now how to get rid of that. You’re not a dumb kid.”

“Shut up, Grayson. Get out of here so I can take care of it myself!” I grumbled. But Dick just went further. From my abs, he lowered his hands and started caressing the tent I made. I couldn’t help myself but to moan in pleasure. Suddenly, he put his hands inside and started playing with the tip. “This is child molestation! You better stop what you’re doing.”

“Learn to play along. You always love to spar with me. And I’ve lost count how many times you successfully hit me in the face with a staff. Maybe you can hit with this staff instead.” Then he proceeded to expose my shaft. All four and a half inches of it. I tried to stop him but my body wasn’t responding for some reason. “You’re a growing boy now. It would just be a matter of months before this thing goes even bigger. And maybe you’ll find someone you can play it with.”

“Stop. It.” I gasped at him. But Grayson kept stroking me with gentleness and quickly at the same time. My lips moaned on their own as my hips automatically buckled like a gag reflex. It started grinding on its own. “Please, Grayson. I’m begging you.”

“Wow. You never get to beg me by this much.” Grayson pressed on and I made a loud gasp as I climaxed in his fingers. A couple ropes of cum squirted out of my slit and landed on my abs. My body shook almost violently from the pleasure and went limp afterwards. My hormones crashed over and I felt my muscles started to relax as it spread over my body systems. Then Grayson brought his fingers that were dripping with my seed to his lips and licked it. “I didn’t know you were such a sweet kid.”

It took me a few seconds before I was finally able to catch my breathe and wave after wave of embarrassment washed over me. Before I could say a word, both our alarms went off stating that the guy was already awake.

Grayson went ahead and left the room. From the looks of it, guilt was painted on his face. He took advantage of me and knew it. “I’ll take care of the guy. Just go check if the blood culture is already done.”

Thankfully, the technology that we had in the Batcave was advanced and it had the capacity to speed up the culture process. My device already picked up the report and stated the details regarding the kid who got away. It was only a matter of time before I get to interrogate him and know what they were after. I already had a few things in mind how to stop him from casting spells.

After reading the short report, I was certain that I would have to visit Metropolis. And that means I would be seeing Jonathan Samuel Kent, also known as Superboy.

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