#damibru

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked when woke up and found strangers in his bedroom. “Who are you?”

“You-” One of the boys started, furrowing his brows and looking to the others with confusion. “You don’t remember, do you?”

Bruce sat up on his bed, pulling his duvet closer to him. “Remember what?”

“Well, you see-”

“You asked for this.” The tallest one cut in.

“Asked for what?” Bruce questioned.

“To be young again.” The tallest one told him.

They lied to him of course. It was all a ruse to make him let his guard down. It didn’t take long for Tim to make a deepfake video of older Bruce supporting their claims.

It might have been a gift from the Gods themselves.

Dick and Damian were the two who would get closest to Bruce. Dick had his charming, easygoing personality that could wear down any walls. And Damian was closest in age and Bruce’s son.

Soon enough Bruce was eating out of their hands (sometimes quite literally). He found himself relying on their kindness for nearly everything.

It all started when Dick ‘accidentally’ kissed Bruce on the lips. The younger boy flushed the brightest shade of red while Dick apologised. But Bruce wasn’t upset. Instead he kissed Dick back.

He found himself grinding his hard on against Dick’s, already in his lap and sloppily kissing into his mouth. His eyes were closed shut and Dick relished in his naivety and virginity.

The rest of the Robins entered the room to say goodnight, as they always did. Their presence had to become a constant. Conditioning takes a long time after all…

“Do we get bedtime kisses too?” They asked.

That’s how it started.

It then ended up with Bruce getting fucked into. He was pressed against Dick, the older telling him what a good job he’s doing while the other boys finger him open.