Robin's P.O.V.

Dad laid on the bed squirming and lavishly moaning by the kisses me and Dick are planting on his abs, loins, and hips. He pushed his fingers through our hair and was voraciously playing with it. Speaking of things to play with, I looked towards Dick but some ten inches blocked half of my view. I was pleased, especially to see that Dick gave me a look that I knew all too well. We pulled our lips from the very well chiseled "V" muscle of Dad's. He whimpered at his loss. Dick grabbed the towering rod that throbbed and begged and erected it upright. A flurry of two tongues savagely moistened his cock and caused Bruce to buck and moan wildly. I solemnly placed my hand on Dick's chin line, and pulled him up to the head of Bruce's member. I leaned in and Dick followed. With the head of the shaft between mine and Dick's warm lips, we kissed. We kissed, and licked, and it all drove Bruce mad.

"I've had it!" Bruce cried out. "Robin, suck my cock. Dick, sit on my face." His commands were sexy and brooding. Something about that brooding part drove me wild. So, without hesitation, I took the seven of the ten in my mouth, and began to work magic. Dick followed what Bruce had commanded, and occasionally Dick let out a moan or two. I never thought that rim jobs were too interesting, I'm just glad I got put to work on blowing him. One hand was holding Dick over Bruce and the other was playing puppet with my head. Bruce was pushing me to my limits, but I loved it every second. Further and further down his shaft, there wasn't any holding back. Bruce bucked his hips upward, and he pulled me off of him. "Robin, Dick... On your backs." Me and Dick lied ourselves next to each other and proceeded to make out with each other. His warm lips were so soft and inviting.

"God, Dick, your lips are so great." I moaned in between kisses.

"Shut up and kiss me more." Dick giggled. We didn't know what Bruce was doing and we kind of zoned him out for a minute. We snapped back when he lifted our legs. Dick and I got a puzzled look on our faces, but it soon became clear.

"Grease up, guys." He threw a bottle of German, water-based lube at us. Instead of fixing ourselves, Dick and I decided to fix each other. I gingerly swept my lubricated hand up the length of Dick's ass and probed him with a greased finger... just for good measure. Dick on the other hand wasn't playing fair. He prodded me without hesitation and continued with two fingers then three. I couldn't help but throw myself on him and moan wildly.

"D-Di-Dick! No-Not f-f-fair!" I moaned loudly. I felt Dick's dick and mine touch. That's the moment when he began to grind against me. I was receiving pleasure from both ends and I loved it so much. "I l-l-lo-" Dick's fingers were removed and it felt like the good feelings were ripped away from me. Bruce pushed me down onto the bed, and pushed Dick onto his back.

"Robin, I'm going to be rough."

"Yes! Please!" With my plea, he pushed in, not slowly, not romantically, but with force. He pushed balls deep into me, and hit that spot. The spot that makes your entire body tingle, and makes you feel on cloud nine. He pulled out and rammed back in. It was slow, but it had force. I loved it so much that I even let out moans so loud and so sharp, it made Bruce buck randomly. Dick seemed to be left out so I pulled him over and began to kiss him.

"Remember when you went through my third drawer, Dick?" Dick's eyes lit up and I turned to see a crimson, red, and riveted dildo. Dick lifted his legs and started whimpering. "I'm not going easy on you either." Dick moaned just as loudly as I when, what I assumed, Bruce pushed the thing into him. Bruce pulled me, while still in, to the edge of the bed. Dick positioned himself with his legs up on my shoulder, and his cock directly below my face. "Robin, would you be so kind as to operate Dick?"

"Blow me, Robin." Dick almost begged. I slowly pulled the dildo out by its handle and slowly pushed it back in. All the while taking Dick in my mouth, and massaging his shaft with my tongue. He arched his back and let out a sweet grunt. He slid his hand through my hair and gently started to push down. I started downward, but Bruce rammed me. I moaned onto Dick's shaft. "Gah! Robin! I'm getting close!"

Well I'm going to be friskier I was teasing Dick more, flicking my tongue on the sensitive spot on his shaft, being fast with the pumping motions, and playing with his body. Bruce was getting there too. I could tell. His cock got slightly bigger and his motions were fast.

"Aaah, Robin!" Bruce cried. At this moment I realized that this was the first time Bruce and I barebacked... No wonder this was amazing!

"Bruce!" I cried in reply. In unison, Dick bucked his hips upward, and Bruce thrust in one last time. On both ends I felt the bittersweet cum flow into me. Dick grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed me down farther on to his cock until it was down my throat. Bruce thrust into me once more, and then leaned over me. He started to kiss the back of my neck and pumped my dick. I swallowed what I took, and then proceeded to lap up the rest that had dripped off of Dick's cock. "Br-b- Bruce I- I'm-" Dick was still in ecstasy but Bruce ordered Dick to swallow. He swiftly took me in his mouth and I blew. He swallowed every last drop, and then Dick collapsed, Bruce pulled out, and I was panting. Bruce climbed up to the center of the bed; Dick and I crawled up next to him and started to nuzzle against his chiseled chest. We lie there for a couple minutes before Bruce leans over and kisses us on the forehead. "I love you, Bruce."

"I love you, Bruce." Dick said affectionately.

"I love you both." Bruce said lovingly. "Merry White Christmas."

"No. Just stop." I said. Dick and I giggled and we cuddled there until I fell asleep. I had a family and it was an amazing family. I had a loving father, who did love me, physically and emotionally. An amazing butler who didn't even seem like a butler; he seemed like a grandfather. He cared for all of us. He didn't just care because his job description; he cared because he loved all three of us. My "adopted brother" who was actually my boyfriend and we both were adopted and he knew how it felt. I'm so glad I met Dick. I was in a dark place. Feeling alone in the world, and only having one person to rely on. Even then she only put me down and never tried to comfort me. Dick did. He pulled me out of the pit that I was in, and cared for me. If it wasn't for him sitting with me that day at lunch I'd still be Harley's puppet or worse: dead. I love him, and him, me.

He is the Savior of Robin Quinzel.

Epilogue

Robin's P.O.V.

"You're what?!" I shouted.

"I'm just sending him off for a little while." Bruce said calmly.

"Where and for how long?!" I felt tears.

"Blüdhaven and for a year. I just want him to spend some time on his own."

"Bruce, what am I going to do without him?"

"You have me, and besides you can assume the mantle of "Robin" and go in the field with me. You won't have to be behind the computer anymore."

"But-" I whimpered.

"You'll be fine. I promise!" He pleaded.

"I hope so…." I muttered.