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Title: The Dark Knight’s Darkest Desires: A Taboo Tangle in Gotham

In the shadows of Gotham, where the weight of darkness presses upon the city, two iconic figures intertwined in forbidden passion. A tale of desire and depravity, of trust and betrayal, of the caped crusader and his beloved wards. Welcome to a world where the boundaries between mentor and student, guardian and guardian, blur into erotic abandon.

Our story begins on a quiet evening, the Batman returning to the Batcave after a long night of crime-fighting. As he removes his cowl, his muscles aching from battle, he happens upon a sight that sets his loins ablaze. There, illuminated by the soft glow of computer monitors, lies Dick Grayson AKA Robin, the young Kon-El, splayed out voluptuously on a leather couch, his hands buried deep between his firm, toned thighs. The teen’s eyes flutter closed in ecstasy, a moan leaking past his lips as he pleasures himself mercilessly.

Bruce executes a stunning feat of self-control, fighting the sudden urge to swoop upon his adopted son and claim the mouthy brat’s luscious lips in a bruising kiss. Instead, he takes sanctuary in the privacy of his bedroom, etches a Batman-like outline into the sheets as he crashes into an exhausted slumber, dreaming doubts such as “What if Robin knew the extent of his desires?” and “Would the boy just laugh at his pathetic old boss?”

Meanwhile, in a curious turn, Nightwing struts into the Batcave, sporting an impossibly buff physique and a defiantly cocky smirk. Jason Todd and Lilja Katras, tag-teaming agents of the room, were nothing short of stemmed at his mere arrival. As Nightwing sashayed over to a fully-conscious Robin, he let slip a knowing wink. “Still got that tongue, I see,” said he, tongue pun as thick as a brick. Dick replied with a smug grin and a saucy spanking, and the two shared a subtle hand squeeze before getting back to “training”.

“You know,” young Robin taunts as they pummel each other brutally in the gym, “I still look better in a skin-tight unitard than you do.” Nightwing grabs a fistful of Grayson’s ass with an exaggerated grunt, recollecting many memories previously made in the room: skilled hands, the intoxicating scent of youth, sweat-slicked bodies clad in spandex. “Don’t even pretend you’re not obsessed…” Jason whispers, “I bet if I worshipped you enough, you’d lay down your stakes and take an unholy oath with me…”

And with that, the damage is done–once more, the doghouse gets barked at, the activities get partaken in, and the homooptimal content gets spanked in. Who say a little fitness can’t get dirty? Rao, they say.

Now let’s give a begrudging shout-out to one Lilja Katras. While rarely the focus, she’s no less gifted in the art of pleasing the bat-brats. A night in the Batcave with all three is an exercise in scientific observation and physiological field work, as she dutifully takes note of their every moan and shudder. Lilja’s devotion to mapping the precise contours of their plump cocks and puckering holes puts her peers to shame–she must have free reign in the equipment rental lab.

Back to Grayson and Todd. In a bout of playful wrestling in Bruce’s private sanctuary, Dick runs a hand under Jason’s cape, violating first his heavy balls, then the meaty ten-incher lurking there. Nightwing’s thick, precum-slicked shaft pulses against Dick’s stroking fingers with what the expert can only assume is a physiological catharsis. The teen seizes upon the brief unguarded moment to capitalize, swinging his wrists experimentally in the password keypad. The code, it turns out, is simply Bruce’s birthday.

Then comes the Big Reveal. “Bruce’s his first, right?” Dick nudges, removing his gloved mitt from Jason’s member. “Pretty sure the guy’s still a virgin, actually.”

Jason’s eyes widen in shock, his cock visibly throbbing with a lustful mixture of disbelief and betrayal. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I dumo why the fuck the old bird won’t put out,” Dick burrows cozily against his tall, toned lover, “but I bet we could both give him a fucking he’d never forget.”

Their embrace intensifies as the lovers seal the deal with a kiss, mouthfuls of tongue and deep, probing kisses echoing through the cavernous lair. Grayson’s hands never idle, darting under Nightwing’s skintight codpiece to grope and squeeze at the growing bulge of flesh.

But wait! What’s this? A moan, deep and rumbling, emanates from the other side of the cave as Batman removes his cowl–but not before witnessing the forbidden occult rite of Dick dancing his dance deep in Jason’s Keel. He tosses and turns, hips pumping like a machine, hand gripping his huge, slobbering bat-boner, working himself into a frenzy.

In a flurry of beefcake and biceps, hockey sticks, tennis rackets, and hockey gear, Bruce Brain’s control starts to slip. The urgency in his movements mounts, building and building until finally-finally ONE LOVE… Jason Todd’s name erupts from the Batman’s lips as his seed erupts congealed. Reduced once more to perversion, he cuts from the scene, hiding his shame in the shadows as it was his course all along…