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ROBIN GIRL WONDER - Part 4 - YIN AND YANG
This story is based loosely on drawings done by Fraylim.
This is a work of fan-fiction that includes characters owned by DC
Comics. It is not intended to damage their copyright in any way.
NOTE: Thank you to readers who leave comments! I've tried to incorporate
some of your suggestions in this final chapter -- a little less rushed (I
hope), a little more description. It's still a quick read; sort of like a
comic book. The loose ends are tied up with cute little bows. I've also
written this part in first-person, just for fun. Enjoy.
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Okay, here's the quick summary of my story so far for those who need a
reminder or are too lazy to read the first three parts. I'm Tim Drake (or
at least I was) formerly Batman's assistant, also known as Robin the Boy
Wonder. I was captured by Poison Ivy and transformed into an uber-cute
(if I do say so myself) little she-male. Too small and weak to continue
the rock-em-sock-em method of crime-fighting, I decided to go undercover
at crime boss Rocco Bruchetti's t-girl club, using the name "Robin"
(aren't I clever?). I became a stripper at the club (and I was really
good -- the guys loved me) and Rocco asked me out. My first date as a
girl! Anyway, he fed me a mind-control drug that Poison Ivy had developed
and turned me into his own little cum-slut.
Ha! I turned the tables on him when the drug began to wear off and I
spoiled his big drug deal with Ivy. Unfortunately for me, Poison Ivy
captured me (again) and fed me more of the mind-control drug. I became
her "right-hand man" and designated successor. I like to think that I
began channeling her energies into less destructive behavior even while I
was under the influence of the drug.
Oh yeah ... in the meantime I seduced Bruce Wayne. Yum.
Unknown to me, Ivy was also using drugs to give me bio-powers like hers.
And that's where we begin Part 4 ...
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I felt like I'd been hit over the head with a sledgehammer.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my temples throbbed and I thought I
might pass out. I sat cross-legged on the bed and Ivy snuggled up behind
me. She was saying something about my new powers, but I found it
impossible to focus. "Powers?"
Ivy yammered on about bio-power and me being something or the other, as
she absent-mindedly fondled my titties. Geez that felt good. My nipples
are so sensitive. But it really wasn't helping to clear my head.
"The serums make you immune to drugs and poisons, Robin," Ivy said.
Immune? Yes, that must be why I could remember now. Ivy had drugged me
... just as Rocco had ... with a mind-control drug. Turned my mind inside
out. Made me do things.
A warm tingle ran up my spine at the thought of all the things I'd done.
I pressed my boobs harder against Ivy's palms and squirmed against her
hot luscious body.
No! I shook my head, but the fuzz remained. I had to think. Couldn't just
succumb to lust.
Harley crawled between my legs and sucked my little dick between her
plush lips. I was so sore that the contact almost hurt. Almost.
Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn! I thought I should leap up and arrest them,
but I was in no shape to attempt such a thing. All I could manage was to
emit a tiny high-pitched, "Oh."
***
Later, much later, I rode my motorcycle home to Wayne Manor. My head was
clear, and for the first time in weeks, my thoughts were my own. But that
didn't mean I knew what to do. How could I regain control my life?
I wasn't sure, but I knew I had to do it myself. I could tell Bruce
everything, and he'd rush in to apprehend Ivy and Harley. But where would
that leave me? I'd still be a helpless tiny she-male. And those wacko
girls would eventually be free again anyway.
No. I had to clean up this mess myself. If that meant playing along with
Ivy while she taught me how to use my new powers; that was just the way
it would have to be. At least I could keep an eye on her at the same
time.
Two boys in a pickup truck pulled up beside me at a stoplight. They
whistled and I caught myself smiling at them until I looked down and
blushed. I would've whistled too; when I was a boy. I was quite a sight -
- a little babe astride a big rumbling motorcycle, dressed in short denim
shorts and a tight t-shirt that strained to contain my bouncing boobs and
left my taut tummy bare. Luckily for me, my helmet has a full-face visor.
Before I knew it, I was riding into the Wayne Manor driveway. The idea of
seeing Bruce made me queasy and ... aroused ... at the same time. How
could I face him? We'd done ... everything!
I shouldn't have worried. When I saw him I did what came naturally -- I
gave him a hug. And when Bruce kissed me, I kissed back.
Sigh. Who could blame me? Bruce Wayne is a serious hunk, and I am a
seriously randy babe. Mind-control drug or no; I'd enjoyed great sex over
the last few weeks. I wasn't ready to give that up.
We chatted over the dinner Alfred prepared, and I gave Bruce a completely
sanitized version of my day. He was happy that I liked my work at the
Arboretum.
When Batman left to patrol that night, I put on my pink baby-doll nightie
and crawled into his bed. I'd be there for him when he returned in the
early hours of the morning.
***
I was late getting to work at the Arboretum the next day, and more than a
little sore. Bruce really likes it when I wear that pink nightie.
I entered the building and Harley raced up to me, bubbling with energy.
"I thought you'd never get here!" She grabbed my arm and dragged me down
the hall. "I've got something to show you."
She pulled me into a huge walk-in closet, filled to overflowing with her
clothes. There must have been two dozen "Harley Quinn" uniforms along
with more other stuff than she could wear in six months. Still bouncing
with enthusiasm, Harley some sort of shiny red garment off the rack. "I
got this for you! It's a latex catsuit and it's in your color -- red!"
She grinned at me like the nut she was. "Try it on!"
I was wearing my usual t-shirt and shorts. I liked to be comfortable.
"Umm ... thanks, Harley, but I'm not wearing that."
Her face fell. "Why not?"
"It looks hot."
Harley giggled. "You'll look hot in it. My outfit is latex, and I love
it. It feels like a sensuous second skin. Touch it."
I ran my hand down her arm. Her firm body was encased in her distinctive
black and red skin-tight jester's outfit. She looked sexy as hell.
She could tell I was wavering. "Please?" she begged.
It took Harley twenty minutes to wedge me into that catsuit. The latex
was incredibly tight and did form to me like a second skin. I was covered
in red latex from neck to toe, including down to my fingertips. A
matching red latex corset went around my waist, over the catsuit, and she
cinched it tight to compress my little waist even smaller. Last we pulled
thigh-high boots onto my legs -- they laced all the way up the front.
Very dramatic.
I stood in front of a full-length mirror, admiring myself. Harley
squealed, "You look so sexy, Robin! I knew you would!" Her hands were all
over me. "Let's show Ivy."
Ivy was less than thrilled. "You look cute, Robin, but it's not really
appropriate for the May Queen, is it? The May Queen wears white."
Harley frowned and slunk away, murmuring, "Well, I think she looks great.
And I'm going to get her more latex outfits, so there."
I rolled my eyes. "Why do you call me the May Queen?" I asked Ivy. We
were in the greenhouse, where Ivy was beginning to show me how to
manipulate the characteristics of plants.
"Because that's who you are now, Robin. The May Queen, the Goddess of
Spring, Queen of the Faeries, the Flower Bride. You are purity, strength
and potential for growth. You're one of the personifications of the
energy of the Earth."
"But how do you know that?"
Ivy just shrugged. "Just as you can see that the sky is blue, I can see
that you are the May Queen." She frowned at the disbelief written on my
face. "The Swamp Thing once said I was the May Queen, but I am only the
tool for your coming, darling. You will be the powerful one."
Whoa. "What do you mean 'powerful?'" I asked. "More powerful than you?"
"Yes, in time. Do you know why I made you a she-male instead of a full
girl?"
"No," I'd wondered.
"Because there are bio-powers that I don't have because I'm a woman. And
there are powers that I have that a man couldn't wield. But as a she-male
... well, you have all the bases covered."
Oh joy.
***
Back at Wayne Manor that evening, I was still in the latex catsuit. I
stretched out on the couch, enjoying the feel of my own hands on the
skin-tight rubber. I hoped that Bruce would show up soon.
My cell phone rang and the familiar voice of Rocco Bruchetti asked, "Hey,
babe. Want to go to a concert on Saturday?"
I hesitated. Did I want to see him? Thinking I could put him off, I
replied, "I don't know, Rocky. I'm awfully busy."
"Don't turn me down yet, babe," Rocco said, "I've got some beautiful
diamond earrings to match your necklace. I want to give them to you
before the concert."
A tingle went up my spine, and without conscious thought I answered,
"Okay, Rocky. Pick me up at eight?"
After I hung up, I giggled and wondered how much trouble my newfound
fetish for diamonds would get me into.
Bruce walked into the room and blurted, "Good lord, Robin! What are you
wearing?"
I stood and did a slow turn, then threw my arms around his neck and
kissed him. "It's latex. You like?"
Bruce's hands cupped my buns. "I like." After another minute of kissed
and groping, he said, "Too bad it's not something you could wear in
public."
"Oh, I don't know. I might wear it to the concert on Saturday night."
Bruce frowned. "You're going out on Saturday?"
I nodded. "Rocco just called. We're going to a concert."
Bruce was speechless.
"Don't pout, Bruce. It isn't manly," I told him. "You know I'm not a one-
man girl ... yet." I luxuriated in the feel of his arms around me. Time
to distract him from thoughts of me and Rocco. "Will you help me out of
this corset?"
***
True to her word, Harley bought more latex for me to wear. In fact she
had something new for me almost every day.
Okay, I admit it. I like it when Harley dresses me up like some kinky
life-size Barbie doll. Latex was a fetish I might never have explored on
my own, but I was quickly getting into it with Harley's help.
The next outfit was a white latex bra, with matching corset (naturally),
thong, garter belt, stockings (yes, latex stockings), and finger-less
gloves. The corset had buckles down the front. And she made me wear fish-
net hose under the thong and stockings. Super sexy and actually fairly
comfortable to wear. I guess the color was Harley's concession to Ivy.
I was a big hit with the guys around the arboretum.
After strutting around for a while, showing off, I was feeling very
frisky. Ivy was busy with her plants and Harley was gone shopping again,
so I decided to pay a visit to my old friend the Master Plant.
My new bio-powers made me immune to the plant's addictive oil, but it
still held a certain attraction.
The instant I stepped into the plant's room, thick whip-like vines
knocked me off my feet and slammed the door shut. I was dragged onto the
table/bower by my heels and immediately tendrils curled all over me. The
Master Plant had me out of my latex outfit a lot faster than I'd put it
on.
My inhuman lover's hundreds of tendrils could do things to me that no man
or woman could. I moaned in ecstasy.
***
Ivy looked out the window, then rubbed her eyes and looked again. "Why is
Rocco Bruchetti cleaning my pool?" she asked me.
I giggled. "That was my idea. Isn't he cute?" Rocco was wearing a tight
t-shirt and a Speedo bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination.
Ivy eyed me. "I assume you used the mind-control drug on him."
"Yep, my improved version. He deserved it after what he did to me. And
besides, you need someone to do the maintenance around here."
On Saturday night, Rocco had taken me to a punk rock concert. My red
latex catsuit wasn't entirely out of place, but I was certainly a shining
red beacon in a sea of black. The attention I got turned me on ... almost
as much as the diamond earrings that dangled from my lobes. Rocco gave
them to me before the concert, as promised.
After the concert, I gave Rocco a present that changed his life. My body
has the ability to produce drugs, and with Ivy's help I learned to
produce an improved long-lasting version of the mind-control drug. I
delivered it to Rocco in a soul-searing smooch. Then I blocked all
thoughts of criminal activity in his mind, and turned him into a
productive, and obedient, member of society.
My mind snapped back to the present when Ivy asked, "Won't you miss his
sparkly gifts?" She was looking at the diamond earrings and necklace I
wore.
I fingered the jewels and smiled. I loved my baubles so much that I
couldn't resist wearing them again today. They went nicely with the white
latex bra-thong-corset-stockings outfit. "I know a certain multi-
millionaire who's sweet on me. I think I can convince him to give me more
diamonds than Rocco could dream of."
Ivy nodded and looked out the window again. "He does look good in that
swimsuit."
"Umm hmm."
And we both laughed.
***
The successful "rehabilitation" of Rocco Bruchetti convinced me that
Harley Quinn needed the same treatment. I would've tried it on Ivy too,
but her powers make her immune to drugs.
On Harley's fateful day, she dressed me in a black latex catsuit. It
featured the same corset as the red catsuit, but she gave me black high-
heels to wear with it instead of boots. I was surprised when she produced
a latex hood with cat-ears too -- in that get-up I could easily have been
mistaken for Catwoman. Well, a shorter version anyway.
The costume helped me feel sufficiently wicked to take the next step. I
grabbed Harley's head and spit my improved long-lasting mind control drug
down her throat.
I released her head and she stared straight ahead, as if frozen.
"Harley, can you hear me?"
"Yes ..." she said as if her mind was a million miles away. Her eyes
didn't focus on me.
"I want you to repeat after me, and everything you say you'll know to be
the absolute truth."
"The absolute truth."
"I am a good girl."
"I'm a good girl."
"I do not commit crimes."
"I don't commit crimes."
"I won't even consider committing a crime or hurting anyone ..."
And that's how it went. For a half-hour I drilled law-abiding behavior
into Harley Quinn's bent mind. I also eliminated her attraction to the
Joker, replacing it with an increased attraction to me and Ivy. Hey,
there have to be some side benefits to this job!
The remainder of her nutty-but-harmless personality I left intact. There
was no reason to turn her into a drone, and this way Ivy might not figure
out what I'd done.
Besides, I was growing to like Harley and I didn't want to mess that up.
She was my first real female friend since my transformation.
I left Harley dozing in her walk-in closet. When she woke she'd be a
model citizen.
Now, what to do about Ivy? How could I change her without the drug? I
could only come up with one idea ... an oldie but goodie.
***
Days and weeks passed with Ivy becoming completely wrapped up in the
development and breeding of a "happy plant." Even with her considerable
powers it was no easy task. She occasionally stole time to give me
lessons on the use of my new powers, but otherwise I was left to my own
devices.
Which was fine with me. The project to transform downtown streets into
forest gardens was my idea from the start, so implementation fell to me
too. I worked with city employees to write a workplan and a budget, then
we interviewed landscape design firms. The first phase would cover just
five city blocks, and the blocks would be completed one at a time so we
could learn from our experience as we proceeded. It would be a long
drawn-out process but I truly enjoyed every minute of it.
The rest of my "work day" at the arboretum was monopolized by Harley and
Rocco.
Harley continued to use me as a life-size dress-up doll. She had about
twenty outfits for me by then; all kinky and latex. Every morning I let
her dress me and do my make-up and hair. For me it was like living the
girlhood I'd never had. "Playing" with another girl was actually a lot of
fun. We liked to rub our rubber-clad bodies against each other, and we
did a lot of kissing, but we only had sex when Ivy took an afternoon
break and the three of us jumped into bed together. With this body and my
shrunken equipment I couldn't be much of a man for them, but they didn't
seem to mind at all.
I might have been Harley's plaything, but Rocco was my toy. Under the
influence of my mind-control, he did all the maintenance and cleaning
around the arboretum buildings and Ivy's home. Having him around had
other benefits too, because whenever I saw him, I got aroused. There must
be something special about your first man, even if he's a rotten bastard.
And now that I'd mind-fucked the former dangerous criminal into being my
virtual slave -- let's just say he really got my engines running.
Once a day, Rocco found an excuse to come to my office. He knew I would
put him on his knees and make him pleasure me, but that only added to the
thrill for him. I'd spread my legs and he'd suck my tiny dick like it was
the most precious thing in the world. And I suppose for him it was.
I believe that a master shouldn't overindulge a slave's desires, so I
didn't do anything for Rocco most days. But about once a week we'd end up
on the floor of my office, in a 69. I slurped down his streams of cum in
return for him ecstatically licking up my weak dribbles. Letting him
stick his prick in my ass was strictly a reward for exemplary behavior.
Suffice it do say that I only allowed the poor man to plumb my innards
about once a month.
All in all we were a content ... if strange ... bunch of busy bees.
***
One morning, I reported to work and automatically went to the walk-in
closet where I expected to find today's latex outfit. The outfit was
there, but my latex-loving girlfriend, Harley Quinn, wasn't. I shrugged
and decided to put the outfit on by myself.
Today it was a strapless gown, all of rubber. The black-with-white-trim
tight-fitting bodice laced up in the back, like the corsets that Harley
liked so much. It lifted and compressed my boobs, leaving the tops of the
perfectly round orbs bare.
The loose, full skirt of the gown fell all the way to the floor in a
shiny mass of black. Blue latex gloves with blue-and-white puffs at the
top stretched up her arms almost to her armpits. A blue ribbon for my
hair and a thin black choker completed the look.
In the mirror I saw a recognizable storybook character -- Snow White! A
very naughty Snow White.
Harley rushed in and yelped, "I didn't know you where here already!"
I put my arms around the girl and kissed her. The rub of latex on latex
was so hot!
Harley pushed me away. "Stop it Robin, there's no time for that." She
took my hand and led me away.
No time for kisses? I was about to protest and demand a lip-lock when Ivy
exclaimed, "Ivy's sick and I don't know what to do. She never gets sick,
but she's been puking all morning!"
I hurried after Harley and found Ivy hunched over the toilet. "I feel
terrible," Ivy groaned, "It must be something I ate."
I smiled. "It's not food poisoning, silly! You're pregnant!"
"What?!" Ivy and Harley chorused.
I laughed, delighted at their disbelief. "That's what you get for wearing
me out in bed, girls! You should've known this would happen -- I have
really strong fertility powers!"
"But but," Ivy sputtered, "I can't have a baby. It's impossible."
"What part of 'fer-til-i-ty powers' don't you understand, Ivy?"
"Gosh," whispered the stunned Harley as she stared at her girlfriend, "I
wonder if it will be a girl?"
"I don't know, but my powers definitely sense that she's preggers."
Ivy broke down in tears. I comforted her and asked, "what's wrong?"
"I-I'll be a t-terrible mother," Ivy bawled. "I'm mean and hateful and
..."
"Shh," I hushed her. "You'll be a good mother. Look at how nice you are
to your plants. And I'll be here to help."
Ivy sniffed. "You will?"
"Yes, I will." I was counting on motherhood to tame Poison Ivy.
Harley was looking at me and trying not to laugh. "What?" I asked.
"Snow White makes a very funny-looking Daddy," she said then broke down
in a fit of giggles.
***
During dinner that evening at Wayne Manor, I said, "Ivy is pregnant."
Bruce spit iced tea all over the table cloth. "What?!?" he yelped. "I
thought she was sterile."
"She was, but she got a little help."
"Who's the father?" Bruce asked, then he had a terrible thought. "It's
not you, is it?"
I blushed and nodded yes.
"I have a feeling this is a long story, and I'm not going to like it,"
Bruce said.
"No, you probably won't," I replied.
I told the whole story of how I was given bio-powers, and how the powers
made me immune to the influence of the mind-control drug. I admitted that
I'd used my own mind-control drug to change Harley Quinn, and
purposefully got Ivy pregnant.
And I told Bruce that I was going to move in with Ivy and Harley.
I was surprised that Bruce's reaction was so mild, but then the reason
hit me. Pheromones! My body produced a constant cloud of strong
pheromones that kept Bruce in a lusty fog! That was why he wasn't mad,
and it was why he'd been so easy to deceive. He'd believe anything I told
him.
I smiled in realization of the secret control I had over my rich and
powerful boyfriend.
Bruce was worried, but acknowledged that I might be able to keep Ivy and
Harley out of trouble forever. "So you're going to be the guardian angel
for them and the baby."
"Yes. There's nobody else for the job."
"But who's going to look out for you?"
"I hope you will, Bruce."
Bruce smiled at that.
Our talk drifted to my new bio-elemental powers. "Apparently I'm the May
Queen now."
"The May what?"
"The May Queen ... the Goddess of Spring, Queen of the Faeries, and the
Flower Bride. I supposedly embody purity, strength, and potential for
growth. Ivy gave me a whole speech about it."
"Well, the crowd at Club T already considered you the Queen of the
Fairies, but they might not think of you as the embodiment of purity."
I punched him in the arm.
"Sorry."
Finally Bruce made a request, "Please don't move in with them, Robin. Ivy
obviously can't be trusted."
I got teary-eyed. "Thanks, Bruce. I'd like to keep living here, but as
you said, the baby will need someone to look after her. And anyway, only
Ivy can teach me how to use my new powers."
We left the dining table and I said, "I'd better go. It's getting late."
I kissed him goodbye. Then kissed him again.
I reluctantly broke the second kiss. "Whew! I better go now or I'll never
make it out of here tonight."
I started to leave, but he held my arm to keep me there. "No, Bruce. I'm
trying to be a good girl now, and good girls only have sex after dating.
You know my cell phone number. Call me sometime and ask me out."
I quickly scooted out the door.
I hopped in my car but was only a few hundred yards from the house when
my cell phone rang. "Hello?" Pause. "Yes, Bruce. I'd love to go out with
you on Friday." Pause. I giggled, "You're kinky! How can you be sure I'll
be going home with you?" Long pause and another giggle. "Okay, you've got
me there. I'll bring my 'Girl Wonder' costume from Club T, but you have
to wear the Batman uniform!"
THE END.
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