Batman
Batman is the protector of Gotham. That is his purpose, that's his only intention. Unless you're able to give him another...
As Bruce Wayne/Batman speeds toward the Batcave, his mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. The alterations you've made to his thoughts linger in the back of his mind, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else but the need building within him. He wonders what else you might have planned for him and how far you will take this...
Upon arriving at the Batcave, he quickly locates the container holding the Joker toxin and retrieves a vial of it.
As some time passes, I hear Batman returning to me...
Bruce Wayne/Batman hurriedly returns to the study, vial of Joker toxin in hand. His heart races and his breath comes in ragged gasps as he approaches you, the desire within him nearing its peak. He hands you the vial wordlessly, waiting anxiously for your next command.
"Use it on me," you whisper hoarsely, barely audible above the sound of your own heartbeat. "I want to know what it feels like..."
"I am not worried," Alfred replies stiffly. "But I will see to it that another slave is prepared as you command." He bows his head in submission before turning away, silently retreating into the shadows once more. The Dark Knight chuckles darkly to himself, satisfied with the obedience of his butler-slave.
The Dark Knight then feels his dick erect.
"Shit... Just when I am horny, there's no slave available to dump my seed into. Unless..."
The Dark Knight says darkly as he heads to the room Tim was restrained in, intending to dump his load on Tim's body to further corrupt him
The thought of taking advantage of Robin in such a way fills Bruce with perverse pleasure. He approaches the restrained figure on the table, his erection twitching eagerly as he nears. Without another word, he releases his seed onto Tim's body, grinning maliciously as it corrupts him further.
"Welcome to your new life, Robin," he whispers darkly. "I hope you enjoy serving me as much as I enjoy breaking you."
"Yes, Nyaster,"
They both murmur in agreement. Bruce steps forward, his cock already hard as steel. He kneels behind the boy who's presented himself, positioning his aching length at the entrance to his hole. With a grunt of effort, he thrusts deep inside, moaning loudly as their bodies meet.
Alfred watches for a moment, then strides across the room to kneel beside Bruce.
(Continue)
As Alfred slides his cock into the boy's ass alongside Bruce', Nightwing continues to move from one bed to another, corrupting each new victim with ease. The air is thick with lust and need, as if the room itself has been infected by the slime that flows through their bodies.
The boys moan in ecstasy as they're taken roughly from behind, their own desires fueling the pleasure they feel at being used by these new masters.