Plucked Feathers

Robin awoke feeling a bitter chill around his feet and hands. He was confused, until he saw that he was barefoot and gloveless. Reaching for his utility belt, instinctively, he soon discovers that that has been removed as well. Not in any restraints, Robin finds the door of the abandoned apartment room he was in, races to open it and dash out, when he was met with a hand pushing him back in.

“No no no, in you go!” Harley sings, while slamming the door behind her.

“What have you done with my gear, Quinn?” Demanded Robin

“I’m curious, Bird Brain. We’ve been fighting for how long? A few years, a few decades? And you still look the same. What happened, didn’t get enough growth hormones? Missed out on puberty?” As Harley said this, she went over to Robin and knelt in front of him tauntingly. Robin threw a punch which Harley dodged then noticed a bulge around Robin’s hips. Yanking the tights down reveals that the Boy Wonder is wearing a pair of pull-ups.

“Now why would a crime fighter wear this?” Harley smacks Robin’s butt

“I-It’s for long patrols and stakeouts. All cops do it, sometimes.” Robin tries to get free but Harley simply holds him down. With a devilish grin, she removes the rest of his suit, presses her warm lips on Robin’s quivering slightly plump belly and blows raspberries.