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One hand wrapped around his whole thigh.
No, no, no. Wait!
Before that could even happen, Dick had to seduce Bruce again: make him realize his Robin wasn't going to run away screaming if he let his desires be known.
The spell was a nasty thing, created to kill the receiver or turn him into a baby so they wouldn't fight back. Dick, however, was older than the warlock expected so the spell just made him go back to his old Robin days.
The Nightwing costume shrunk on itself and Dick was able to fight again alongside Batman. The warlock was handed over the Justice League's members that were not actively laughing at him.
Dick insisted on going back to the manor, stay there until the spell wore off as Zatana told them -after a good laugh and pinching his cheeks- but Dick had another plan. He could just go back to Blüdhaven for however long it took the spell to fade, wallowing in frustration and embarrassment because those years were fucking over, damn it!
But Dick had just began something with Bruce… something beyond father figure and orphan lost in anger. It was still so new, such a delicate balance… For Dick, it was missing Bruce's truth. His inability to admit he's felt that way for longer than he said made Dick fear another outburst of screaming and not going anywhere, distancing them apart one more time.
He wouldn't survive it. Dick had to do something drastic about it, and there was no way he'd risk going back to normal in one day or less without unmasking the man beneath a thousand masks.
"I bet Alfred's sending you to bed right away." Bruce joked as he drove the Batmobile to the cave.
"Unlikely." He said, a smug expression on his face. The domino mask rested on his lap and he pressed a thumb on the edge when Bruce frowned in confusion, and Dick saw a hint of surprise for his voice. "I told him to rest because we were just fine."
"And why would you do that?"
"I wanted to try something and it's embarrassing if Alfred's there."
"Embarrassed? You?"
"Shut up."
"Don't talk to me like that, you brat."
Dick elbowed him in the ribs where the warlock had thrown a car at him. Even laughing had to be painful for Bruce, which is why he kept jabbing at him for a few more minutes. This is what he missed: the smile, Bruce underneath Batman's persona, the man he fell in love with.
Upon arriving in the cave, Dick felt his heart jump instead of pumping normally. The plan was solid. If his hypothesis was correct, nothing bad could happen and the reward would be more than physical.
Dick was out before the Batmobile stopped completely, yelling over his shoulder to wait a few minutes for him. Bruce always stayed to check on the vehicle for damages in case he needed to repair them, then he headed for the shower and worked until dawn. Dick could make it before the car inspection.
He ran and left the black mask behind, surprised again to feel so light even if he had a lot of strength in his smaller body. Back then, when age matched size, he didn't think about the change in his body and how it would affect everything in his life.
Pushing that aside, Dick climbed up the stairs and went behind the expositor to grab his Robin suit. It was the third one with Bruce's unexpected changes in durability, and Dick hated them before but now he remembered they were tight in some key places he wanted to exploit.
Undressing in the small bathroom after borrowing his own suit, he looked at the mirror and saw the past in his body but not in his eyes. His eyes still shone with experience and not with the boldness of young age, thinking he was invincible.
"Oh, look at that."
Some old scars across his side and legs from the circus and playing around. Again, he used to believe he was invincible.
His hand stroked along a flat chest, muscles under his palm instead of baby fat, and he let those fingers travel further down his belly. Gasping when his fingers touched a small, underdeveloped cock, Dick wondered what age his body was. Ten, eleven, twelve maybe? He doubted twelve or beyond.
As he put the old costume on, thinking about the plan and how to lure Bruce into his arms, he realized all he had to do was be himself: use his body to his advantage just like Bruce taught him. Except… in a different sense.
The mask was the final touch. He played with his hair a little to mess it up and, before going out, he decided to leave the cape behind.
Sneaking up behind Bruce was easier now than usual. A lighter body helped him with overriding Bruce's enhanced hearing in the cowl, so he jumped his lover hoping to snatch his neck between his legs… But the plan failed because Bruce turned around mid-sentence and acted fast, grabbing him and throwing him over the Batmobile.
"Oh, shit!" Dick landed on one knee on top of the car instead of flying over, smiled with enough smug to put a frown on those masked eyes and jumped again over Bruce. "Hah!"
"Dick, what are you doing?"
Dick started laughing between jumps, backflips around him and a couple of handstands just to make Bruce look. He wanted Bruce to see what he didn't have before, to make him feel hungry in that dangerous way he always tried to hide. Dick tried to make the real Bruce Wayne come out, the man who folded him in half and growled like an animal when he lost control for a couple of glorious seconds before reminding himself to behave.
"I'm fighting you, silly!"
"You're going to break something… Dick, stop… Di—."
That's when he lowered his guard. When Dick did another handstand and spread his legs, then bent the knees and put his feet on the floor close to his hands. Dick was folded in half, the bright green shorts digging everywhere into his skin, leaving nothing to the imagination … and he could see Bruce's eyes.
He took his chance, channeling strength and momentum to the next jump, and launched himself at Bruce. Finally, his legs hooked around his neck and he pulled with his hips and upped body to land his back on the car.
"Dick!" Bruce protested as he tried to take Dick's thin legs off his neck. "You're laughing? You could've gotten hurt!"
He didn't succeed. Dick crossed his legs under Bruce's chin and tapped the side of his face with one shoe. He wore the short, green boots and they were soft to help him do his acrobatic movements, so he could still feel Bruce's warm cheek.
However, Bruce wasn't fighting him off anymore. Dick had stretched his arms above his head and crossed them under to use the hands as a pillow. He did everything to make himself available like a couple of nights ago in Bruce's big bed. Dick laid himself out for Bruce, feeling the hard cod-piece against his clothed little cock and wishing he didn't have it on.
"Hey, B." He was beaming with happiness and confidence. Bruce seemed to be stuck in his own head, probably thinking a million excuses to stop this.
"Dick…"
"Yeah?" Dick kicked his chin softly and Bruce tried to get a hold of his heels at least. "Am I bothering you?"
"You are. Stop it!"
"No."
"No," he lifted an eyebrow, "make me."
"Dick!"
They both gasped when Bruce grabbed both of his heels and spread his legs in a V, but it was those powerful hips and cod-piece digging into Dick's crotch what had him blushing. Bruce froze as they both tried to breathe in and out without moving too much. Dick in fear of scaring Bruce away, Bruce in fear of doing exactly what Dick wanted him to do.
The "boy" slid a hand out from under his head and rested it on top of his bellybutton. He wondered if Bruce's length would fit entirely or his body had a limit like this. As if Bruce knew what he was thinking, he shook his head briefly.
"We can't do that, Dick. You're a child. If this was your game…"
"It was supposed to be flirting, you know?"
"Sure."
"It's true! Come ooooon, Bruce! It's me!"
"Dick, please…"
"You know…" Dick began as he reached out with both hands and took Bruce's gloved ones down his legs, closer to his core. "I always wanted you like this." His fingertips reached Dick's shorts, just the hem. "When I was so small," he found some resistance when he pushed further though in the end he won by pinning those steel blue eyes and the fingers slipped between his shorts and sensitive skin, "and you were so big."
He saw Bruce gasping, felt his lower body shot forward against him and Dick's body answered on its own, his hips seeking more. Oh, he was getting so hard and leaky already, a damn shame those stupid shorts were also waterproof.
"You're still so big, Bruce… Let me ask you." His voice didn't waver even with that higher tone that came with age. Dick licked his lips, locked eyes with him and let his hands go to lean on his elbows. Bruce didn't move back, quiet and completely frozen. He craved the feeling of his skin. "Did you want me like that too?"
A beat. Two, five more. Nothing. Nothing from his mouth but Dick read those signs anyway: Bruce was blushing, hot under that gear and the fear of judgement, a tension in two large hands under his shorts but not close enough to what Dick needed.
He noted every little gasp whenever he moved his own hips, just a tiny half an inch, and knew Bruce had to be hard under the costume.
"No."
Sooooo convincing.
Instead of laughing or getting angry, Dick pushed himself up in one hand and cupped Bruce's half covered cheek with the other, caressing under his masked eye. Was that sadness in those eyes? Maybe regret? No, Dick didn't want that.
"Say that again."
"No." That one sounded like a question.
"Bruce, you can't lie to me." Maybe back then but now he was old enough to know that man better than he knew himself. "Bruce?"
Bruce turned his head slightly to kiss his gloved palm, and when they looked into each other again Dick's thumb followed the shape of his lips.
"It… It wasn't appropriate." He admitted it.
Dick heard what he didn't say: "…but I wanted you then like I want you now…" He heard it in his heart, in his bones, filling up his veins with a scorching love that fired something inside of him.
"But you wanted me. You loved me."
"Yes, Dick… Stop torturing me."
"What do you mean?" Feigning innocence, Dick jumped in his arms and his heart sang in happiness when Bruce held him under his thighs and bottom. They were so close now, Dick hating the stupid layers that kept them apart.
"I had to take some… measures to stop myself from doing something to hurt you."
"So you really looked at me. Not only for training, but… You saw me, accepted my requests for going out there in these shorts knowing I was vulnerable just to look at me…"
"Not exactly." Bruce avoided talking about it and Dick wasn't having it.
"Oh, wait… That's why you thought of things like making the panties knife-proof!"
"Yes…" a sigh. "They're shorts, not panties."
"Sure thing! A little boy in bright green panties sounds better."
"This is a mistake, Dick. You're too small, I'll hurt you and then I couldn't live with it."
"Bruce, I want you to do it. Fuck me, please… I'm still me!"
"You'll think I'm a monster. I'm afraid…"
"Excuse me, who's the one who planned this?" Defeated, Bruce hugged him closer to his chest and nodded, their noses almost touching. "Show me what you're so afraid of."
He wanted the monster. He wanted to see what he missed those years ago because Bruce had enough strength to fuck his own fist instead of his adopted son's tight little ass.
Dick sealed his desire with a kiss, finally, even though it was awkward because of the size difference. Bruce's tongue almost filled his mouth when he pushed it in, and Dick hadn't forgotten how to suck, how to bite those lips or hump his cock on his father's huge body.
"My boy…"
"I'll always be your boy."
His. Only his. Dick would never sleep around anymore, not now that he had this man shackled to his heart.
°°°
They successfully avoided Alfred, which was a relief because neither wanted to explain their looks.
Bruce took them to his bedroom, on his bed, and laid him down gently before starting to remove his clothes. Dick preened under that lustful gaze, on the shivering that took hold of Bruce's hands when he removed the cowl and observed the black make-up smudged around his eyes. His hair was wet and Dick yearned to tug it while they kissed.
"Show me, Bruce." He urged the man as he watched him remove the armor and utility belt. Bruce looked massive from this perspective thanks to his temporary smaller size.
He also looked more beautiful than ever. Maybe it was the vision of a child but Bruce was even more breathtaking naked, intimidating even.
When his cock was freed from the cod-piece, already hard and leaking, Dick gasped in surprise. It was huge. But that was going inside of him today and there was no going back.
"Sweetheart, if we can't…"
"Just shup up, Bruce. Do something with your mouth, okay?"
Coming from a child, anyone would want to slap the little brat but Bruce's cock twitched interested and Dick filed it for later.
Bruce got naked but picked out a batarang from his belt that he brought down to his crotch. He didn't fear Bruce. Dick knew this man would never hurt him, so his reaction wasn't a shiver or tensing up, oh no… thw tip his little dick leaked and he spread his legs wider apart. They looked at each other and Dick removed his own mask before nodding his consent.
Then he felt two huge, knobby knuckles slide up and down the crotch of his shorts. Panties. The motherfucker gave him panties to fight crime in Gotham.
"Oh fuck, yes!"
He was so sensitive. He didn't have a functioning cock yet, his very lovely cock, but he was untouched.
"My beautiful boy…"
The best thing was… Bruce already called him like that when they had sex. Held him like something precious, the most valuable treasure in the world… and to think he could've had this from the beginning…
"You see, they were knife-proof," Bruce followed but Dick's head felt empty up until he saw the batarang again as it slashed the shorts between his legs making him gasp, "but not batarang-proof."
Dick moaned when one lubed finger slid into his warm hole already throbbing for more, not even wondering when he got the lube out or where it was now.
His back arched, belly towards the ceiling as if he was trying to reach it from the bed. Bruce's finger felt big, almost like three in his normal size self, which made him wonder if he was actually mad for wanting to be fucked even like this.
"Bruce…"
He felt the movement on the bed and then another lubed finger joined as Bruce put his legs on his broad shoulders. The same position he was on the Batmobile not long ago. This time Bruce stroked his legs, scratched lightly his young skin, kissed his feet and took a few bites that had him moaning his name out loud.
Bruce was an attentive lover, but Dick was getting undone so fucking fast… And then the bastard started talking.
"I watched you train every day. I saw your body become stronger, more beautiful and deadly, knowing you were doing it for me. To make me proud. To protect me…"
Dick whimpered when Bruce finally thumbed his tip, the little thing forgotten and quickly reminded it was too sensitive. But he didn't fight Bruce off. Instead, his hips chased the touch and soon his body remembered how he liked to touch himself when he was that age.
"Dick, I was always mad for you. I knew when you started to hump your pillows because I had to wash the cum off so Alfred wouldn't see the mess."
"Oh, fuck, Bruce!"
He came, two fingers in and a thumb teasing his slit torturing him, but Bruce hooked those two fingers inside, his confused prostate on fire, and made it clear he wasn't done with Dick.
"That's it, baby boy… I've got you. You're so beautiful like this, but I need to taste you."
"Oh…"
Dick felt empty when Bruce removed his fingers, an obscene squelching sound from the movement, but then… Oh, then he saw heaven.
"OhgodBruceohmygod!"
He screamed, breathless, as he grabbed with small hands dark strands of hair. Bruce's mouth enveloped his whole cock, balls and hole, his body on fire when he started to feel that tongue lapping and prodding at his ass. It felt thick, long, broad and way too good to be true. The bastard slurped his clear cum like it was nectar from the divine, Dick's body made worship and an offering to a hungry god at the same time.
Bruce made him come again, barely a few drops, squirming and crying out, trying to get him off his dick and ass or force him to stay. His thrashing only served to fuck his face and when they made eye contact, Dick noticing what an absolute mess his face was, he came again, dry.
This time, Bruce was merciful enough to move his face away and start kissing his trembling thighs before sitting on his knees. Was it to see the mess? To see Dick's temporary small body wrecked and open for him? Dick's little sobs had begun to quiet down when he felt huge hands on his chest and belly, then the loud rip of fabric and his gasp was swallowed by Bruce's cooing.
"You were so shy before you got bigger… never let me see you. Good thing you did, chum, because I would've faltered and done something I would regret. Not now, right? You wanted me to do this."
"I-I did!"
His nipples were attacked next. Barely any fleshy mounds to call pecs, but Bruce didn't seem to care. He groped his wanting body, the change in position put Bruce's hard cock on his puffy and lubed hole, and Dick couldn't help himself so he started to grind on it, ass to tiny balls to cock.
"Needy little thing…"
Not bad. Dick expected to be called a whore but this was better…
While his body was ravished by the man's darkest desires, Dick wondered if there was a safe way to make this happen again in the near future. Fuck, what if Jason was mysteriously hit with that spell and both Dick and Bruce wanted to help?
"Please… please…"
"As you wish, my sweet boy."
Not that he had to convince Bruce now. He was on board with Dick's twisted desires, and soon he had a pillow under his butt to raise him up so Bruce could reach him better. Dick spread his legs as wide as he could, flexibility intact and as easy to maintain as he did in the present with his adult body, but something dark appeared in Bruce's eyes as he saw him so willing to take his huge cock in his current size.
Dick's throat went dry as Bruce guided the tip of his cock to his hole, wetting it as the man stroked himself.
"Don't stop, okay?" His voice trembled with nervousness and anticipation, a mix of both he didn't want to dissect right now. "Even if it hurts, I want it."
Sometimes he wished Bruce was rougher with him in bed. Maybe this could introduce him to the idea…
"Are you s—"
"I am, please I am. Do it!"
It fucking hurt so good. Bruce's cock was always a challenge if they spent a week apart, but this was going to fucking split him in two. The head was already inside and Dick needed a break but he kicked Bruce's ass with his foot to spur him on. He held the man's gaze, showed him his brave eyes and red cheeks as he was being penetrated for the first time… again. This time it was Bruce, the only person in the world who should have had Dick for the first time and the rest.
"Oh, baby you're so tight…" Bruce tensed above him and stopped, making Dick groan and pant like he'd ran a marathon. "I can't go further, baby. It's all you can take."
"Okay, okay…" Oh he was aware of it. There were tears finally running down his cheeks, and the stretch hurt like a bitch but Dick was nothing of not determined and stubborn like a mule so he wasn't going to complain. "Let me…"
His elbows held his upper body up, and when he saw the way his belly bulged out… shit, he was about to pass out! It never happened before! And Bruce looked like his mind was on another planet: wide eyed and hands gripping hard on his thigh and hip, with a thumb sliding slowly towards the bulge tenting his flat belly.
"Bruce… don't stop if I finish."
It was a warning, even with that stupid voice of a scared little boy with slashed green panties and shredded Robin shirt, and Bruce wouldn't dare cross him like that.
He doubted about coming untouched with this body, but Bruce didn't give him a spare second to think about it before he pulled out almost completely and then thrust his hips so hard he screamed. Dick lost sense of everything else that wasn't the cock splitting him apart, his prostate being brutally and constantly pushed every time Bruce fucked his tiny hole, wet and way too tight for this.
Dick screamed, wailed even as Bruce changed the pace and angle. It felt like being fucked by a monster trying to break him from the inside, and maybe that's what Bruce was… but Dick loved it, didn't want to stop, didn't want to go back to his own body after this. He wanted to grow up again with Bruce's love from the beginning and to have his body made for him, shaped by him.
In one particular moment, Bruce stopped to flip his small body and put him on his knees, sore ass in the air, his abused hole displayed for its true owner. Dick arched his back, sobbed blissfully fucked out when Bruce entered him again, and grabbed the sheets before the older man started thrusting deeper now.
"I can't believe you're taking me so well, sweetheart… I love you, I love you so much…"
Dick slid his hand below his navel and pressed up to feel the cock being shoved in and out of him, a long groan dragging out of his throat that intensified as soon as he started touch himself. It was hard with Bruce's balls slapping against his own every time he rammed his cock inside, but he managed to come, dry, clenching down on Bruce and screaming incoherently.
At least Bruce kept fucking him, his body almost limp and malleable, hole loose, making him a perfect toy for the man he had begged to love in all senses. Dick's senses were on fire, his little body almost thrown off the bed by Bruce's strength, his mind threatening to shut down. Before that, Bruce panted hard and snapped his hips as far as his cock could would go and filled him with cum. Overflown, actually, as mere seconds later Dick whimpered at the feeling of something warm and wet running down his thighs.
"My boy, my beautiful boy…"
Dick sighed when Bruce's arm held his belly and waist, leaning on top so they were chest to back in a deep, intimate embrace.
It went for so long he thought they would fall asleep like that and Bruce might suffocate him in his sleep, but soon after that fleeting thought the older man slipped out of his throbbing, used ass.
Slowly, with soothing words whispered into his ear by the love of his life, Dick found himself empty except for the ungodly amount of cum. It felt even more than usual.
"You did so well… Look at that, baby, you're dripping, so full of me…"
"B-Bruce!"
He had to be gaping because three fingers went back in with ease after scooping up the trail of cum from his thigh. Used, sensitive and sore, Dick was unable to say no. Bruce wasn't happy just stuffing him up, so his ministrations turned even better when he started eating his ass out again. Was he swallowing? Would he spit his own cum?
"There's too much, baby…"
"Leave it." He wanted it. He needed to be marked from within, his essence etched into his skin and insides forever. "Help me turn around?"
Bruce did it with so much care it didn't seem those actions belonged to the same man that had fucked him just minutes ago. Once on his back, hissing from the pain in his pelvis, Bruce began to take the shredded suit off his tiny body. If he was unnecessarily groped in the process with the excuse of 'just checking', he wasn't complaining.
After, Bruce covered under the sheets and made him lay on top of him, front to front, Dick resting his head on the broad chest of his lover. He could feel the half hard cock prodding at his soiled thigh because Bruce wanted him dirty and covered in him.
"You were so brave."
"I could say the same thing."
"How so? I…"
"Do you regret this Bruce? Not just what just happened, but… us?" His little hand played with the dark, wiry hair on Bruce's chest as they talked. "Because I don't. And you're brave for letting me see what I always suspected. It's a relief."
"I don't regret waiting… but I don't regret this, either."
Bruce's large hand covered his whole buttock and then some, while the other hand grounded him on his back. Dick had always loved how good it felt to be touched by him, to be so aware of this man in his life.
"Thank you, B. I'd love if this happened again, you know?"
"I think it's not probable, so… We should make the most of it now?
"What are you waiting for?"