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The studio of Octave Marbot was a right mess; statues and sculptures broken and scattered everywhere. Octave Marbot himself was in shock as he approached Batman’s plaster-casted form. Also in shock was Robin, who was lying on the floor rubbing his injured neck, still coming around from the Super Instant Mesmerizing Device that was accidentally deflected at him by Batman. The Mad Hatter was excited to have a mould of Batman’s cowl and instructed Marbot to start chipping away at the plaster. The French sculptor was stressed as he chiselled away the plaster, afraid of injuring his friend. Getting impatient, Jervis Tetch yelled at the poor man which earned him a yell from Robin who was being held back by the two henchmen. Jervis slapped Robin across the face and warned Marbot that if he didn’t hurry up, Robin would be hurt even more. Chiselling as fast and as accurately as he could, Marbot made some progress but it wasn’t fast enough for the Hatter. Robin received another slap to the face. Suddenly, the plaster shifted and cracked down one side, alerting Jervis that Batman may still be alive within. With new found hope, Marbot chiselled harder where the crack was to help Batman free himself. Angry and annoyed, Jervis told his men to head for the exist and to bring Robin with them. Robin was dragged kicking, making a valid attempt at escaping but failing.
A few seconds later, Batman burst out of his plaster tomb and took a big gulp of air. Marbot was relieved at seeing Batman alive, he quickly blurted out that he was sorry that this had happened and that they had taken Robin and that Batman was welcome anytime to start his sculpture again. Batman took in all this garbled information and knew that finding Robin was his main priority. Taking his leave, Batman raced to the Batmobile, coughing as he went, still trying to catch his breath properly. On the passenger seat of the Batmobile was Robin’s utility belt; Jervis Tetch was a smart man to leave that behind. Batman needed to find Hatter’s hideout and fast, before anything happened to Robin. He raced back to the Batcave to try and figure out what the Mad Hatter meant by ‘number thirteen’.
Robin had been taken back to the abandoned warehouse where the hat factory was and where the jurors were being held but Robin was taken to a different part of the building, to a room that was empty, damp and cold and he was locked in that room by himself. Tetch and his goons set about getting their twelfth hat from Turkey Bullwinkle who was at the Bowl-O-Drome bowling alley. Robin had been tied up and gagged, unable to free himself and escape from the room he was in. No matter what he did, he couldn’t free himself from the bonds. He just had to wait for Hatter to return and save his energy for when he could escape.
In the Batcave, Batman had figured out what thirteenth meant and who the next and final juror was. He hatched a plan with Alfred to put a tracker in Bullwinkle’s hat and that would lead Batman to Hatter’s hideout and to Robin. It didn’t go exactly to plan as Tetch found the tracker and was no prepared for Batman’s arrival. He was angry that Batman had tried to plant such a device and was going to take his anger out on poor Robin.
Unlocking the room, Tetch stepped in and locked eyes with Robin. He proceeded to walk up to the boy, remove the gag and wrap his hands around Robin’s throat, slowly squeezing his neck and strangling him. Robin tried to break free of Tetch’s grasp as he gasped for air. Hands squeezed tighter and Robin was unable to breath. Before Robin could pass out, Tetch relaxed his grip; Robin gasped for air, struggling to get air back into his lungs. As Robin regained his ability to breathe, Tetch took this opportunity to grope the boy; grabbing hold of Robin’s cock and balls through his trunks. Robin inhaled sharply as he still tried to regulate his breathing.
“You’d be a good one” Tetch mentioned to Robin, who was unaware of what that meant.
Tetch called in his goons to carry Robin outside where two men in masks were waiting by a car. He talked to the two men for a while before a bag was handed to him; it contained $1,000,000. Tetch had sold the boy wonder to some of his associates who were traffickers and knew exactly what to do with Robin. The boy wonder couldn’t believe he was being sold for that amount of money; it was insane. He was bundled into the trunk of the car and it sped away. Robin was taken to some underground grotto underneath a row of active shops. He was laid on his back with his hands tied together and his legs spread apart, lifted up and chained in that position. His clothes were stripped off him, apart from his mask, and the two men that took him wasted no time in assaulting the boy. Robin’s screams and cries echoed as the men raped him, taking turns inserting themselves into Robin’s virgin asshole and mouth. When they were done, they left Robin alone, wrecked and shaken.
Every half hour, a new man entered the room where Robin was and had their way with him, ejaculating into his ass and leaving without saying a word. As Robin’s assault continued, Batman had managed to find the mad hatter’s hideout and defeated his goons but Tetch slipped away from the caped crusader. Batman freed the jurors with the help of the Police but Tetch was still at large and Robin was no where to be found. Thinking the Batcomputer might have an idea, Batman left the jurors with the police officers and headed back to the Batcave. He researched Tetch’s previous hideouts but came up with nothing. He was stumped but he wasn’t going to stop looking until Robin was found.
Several men continued to raped Robin, using him as their fuck toy, stretching his hole. Robin had given up struggling ages ago, knowing it was no use; he just had to take it. To his surprise, the next man to walk in was Jervis Tetch who had evaded capture. He proceeded to unbuckle his trousers and remove them, grinning at Robin. Closing his eyes, Robin anticipated what was to come. Tetch thrust into him hard and pounded the boy wonder with everything he had. Robin whimpered, some tears leaking from his eyes. Cumming into Robin’s ass, Tetch was satisfied with his performance.
“Well, boy wonder, it has been fun. After a few days here being used by multiple men, you’ll be shipped off to some wealthy man who will use you as a servant and when he eventually gets bored of you, your organs will be harvested. Don’t worry, I’ll make a bid for your heart and have it posted to police HQ for Batman. Have fun with the time you have left” the older man laughed and left the room so the next assailant could have fun with Robin.
Unbeknownst to Tetch, and Robin, Batman had got some information out of Lisa, Hatter’s female assistant. She informed Batman that Robin had been sold and likely to be trafficked. Batman had dug up a list of people that Tetch knew in that field and he was on the hunt for them. Time was running out for Robin, however. In a couple of days, he was going to be taken across the country where Batman was unlikely to find him. Was Batman going to find and save him in time? For now, Robin remained tied up, receiving fucking after fucking, slowly believing that he was never going to be rescued.