A/N : I always wanted to read fanfiction that reflected the 60s free love movement and place it in the Batman universe.
Only one year into college, Dick still lived at Wayne Manor. Bruce had offered to get him an apartment or "bachelor pad" however there didn't seem to be much of a point. He spent his evenings fighting alongside Batman. Having to travel to an empty apartment wasn't worthwhile.
On autumn morning he noticed that his mentor, Bruce Wayne, had his door locked. This wasn't normal. Usually he left it open for Alfred to bring in breakfast and the morning paper. He slowly put his ear to the door and could hear the faint sound of music.
And giggling. And whimpers. And the sound of high heels hitting the tiles of Bruce's bedroom. There was a secret door in the hallway. One that led to a one sided mirror in Bruce's room. It was only to be used in emergencies. Dick investigated the scene.
It was Lisa Carson! The former bride of King Tut!
Perhaps Bruce was in trouble? Although judging by his position he seemed to have the opposite problem. He was wearing a silk bathrobe and admiring the view. Lisa's hair was pulled back in a clip, the dark haired beauty was making eyes at Bruce. She wore a pair of dark colored stockings that were attached to a matching garter belt.
There were no panties. Instead she showed off her fully shaven pubic area. Later he would find out that she "waxed". Completely bra-less she showed off her Hershey kiss nipples. Fully erect as she posed for Bruce who acted confident while sitting on the bed.
Dick's heart was beating faster than Bruce's. He could feel sweat drip down his forehead.
"I need you to fuck me, Bruce. You ditched me at dinner. And that dinner was just an excuse to do this to you." Lisa said.
In some way this moment was beautiful to Dick. He watched as Bruce, with no sign of heavy concentration, inserted his middle finger into the beauty's vagina while leaning down to give his mouth a chance to worship her clit. Lisa was ecstatic.
Dick wondered how long it had been since she had a lover like that. One that brought her fantasies to life.
She wasn't afraid to give him direction. Muttering "That's nice." "Harder." "Right there." Bruce flipped back his silk robe and began stroking his own cock. As Robin he had seen Bruce naked in the showers. But never like this. Never aroused or sexual.
Dick could feel his own erection growing. He contemplated if he should give it his own form of attention. Or perhaps he should be watching to take notes. He had eyed Batgirl for some time. But even though she was only a few years younger than him, his inexperience made him feel like the sexual fantasies he had of her would remain that way until he learned to love a woman the way Bruce did.
"Oh. Oh. Bruce. Right there. I'm cumming!" Lisa screamed.
A brief moment after her orgasm ended, Lisa became conscious of Bruce slightly altering their position. Her stocking and heels still on he proceeded to position her in a 69 position. She skillfully placed both hands into the squeeze position and prepared for Bruce to thrust in her mouth .....when all of a sudden.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Alfred. By any chance could this wait? I'm in the middle of my morning meditation." Bruce said.
"I suggested that, sir. However Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara are here. There's been a robbery at Wayne Enterprises potentially involving the Penguin. They insist on speaking to you." Alfred said.
"I'll be down in a moment." Bruce said.
"Very well, sir." Alfred said.
Lisa gave Bruce one last wank. He didn't cum, and she sighed before getting off of the bed. She found her trench coat and slowly placed it on herself. She was accepting and forlorn.
"Well. One orgasm might just have to be all I ever get from Bruce Wayne. But it's more than what most women get." Lisa said.
"I hate that I wasted your time, Lisa." Bruce said.
"I don't think it was a waste of time, Bruce." Lisa said.
She bent down and kissed his cheek.
"Let me know when you don't have so many lives to live. I'll be waiting." Lisa said.
Lisa snuck out through the main bedroom door. She carried herself with little shame as she passed Alfred and Commissioner Gordon. Dick watched his mentor get dressed. For a moment he saw Bruce look into the one way mirror and he jolted back. Almost afraid that he was caught in the unpleasant act of watching a friend in their most intimate moments of privacy.
Still somewhere between shock and awe, Dick wished he could have raced into his bedroom to masturbate. However he also crept out of the secret entrance and made his way to the Batcave to discuss whatever Commissioner Gordon came over to say.
Later that evening. After a thorough examination of the crime scene at Wayne Enterprises Batman left Robin on the rooftop alone. Something was bothering him about this case. It was all over the headlines of the afternoon paper. Still Batgirl felt out of the loop, which wasn't uncommon.
From the abandoned warehouse, she was supposed to be staking out a Hotel window. It was a rented room that belonged to one of Gotham's recently merged crime families. She continued to take notes. Trying her best to hear what they were saying through a "bat bugging device" Robin had left inside.
They were fighting inside the room. Not physically. One man called the other a coward. He did look like a coward, Batgirl thought to herself.
Robin returned to the empty warehouse room. He was upset about something. She tried her best to ignore his glare.
"Batman needed to separate again?" Batgirl asked.
"We'll talk about it later." Robin said.
"Well he's not here." Batgirl said.
"I told you. Later." Robin said.
Half of her equipment belonged to them. But the partnership did feel one sided.
She didn't know their identity. They didn't know hers.
Robin looked like he was about 19 years old. Batman looked like he was 33. Unless they were part of a weird Post World War II cult, it wasn't likely that they were Father and Son. But their dynamic appeared that way.
"Mind your own business!" was heard from the stakeout scene.
"It doesn't appear the two families are going to stay merged for much longer." Batgirl said.
"They both trusted each other to get through the robbery. Now they don't trust each other once the money is in hand." Robin said.
"Very insightful." Batgirl said.
Half of the men left the hotel room. They were done for the night.
"I'm not sure we'll get any more tonight." Batgirl said.
"You're free to leave. But I'm staying here." Robin said.
"Very loyal of you, Robin. But I'll stay as well. I don't have any other plans." Batgirl said.
The phone rang in the stakeout hotel room.
"Yeah. 10 minutes." The man said. " They're gone. But check to see that their cars left. You know which ones?"
"This could be the drop off." Batgirl said.
"It could also be the Penguin." Robin said.
They waited for five minutes. Then ten minutes. It wasn't the Penguin. It was a woman.
"Loretta Caminga. Daughter of the head of the Caminga Crime Family." Batgirl exclaimed.
"Her brothers just left the room. I wonder if she's in on this too?" Robin said.
