Stephanie Brown pays her ex a surprise visit

Stephabie Brown aka The Spoiler tip-toed silently onto the deck of the nondescript boat in Gotham Harbor. Breakups are rarely simple or easy, but Timothy Drake somehow managed to find a way to make theirs amicable after he traded her in for the Dowd boy. It was just her luck to happen to date a teenage boy genius who liked crime-fighting more than sex, and who happened to discover his sexuality not long before he came out as attracted to dudes too. It probably wasn't that hard, Tim was ridiculously sweet and adorkable in a stalker-y persistent kind of way. However, paying an ex a surprise visit was probably not supposed to be this difficult. Steph just knew Tim had booby traps everywhere on this boat. The last thing she wanted was a painful booby trap springing a vise-grip on one of her, well, boobies.

So she carefully entered through one of the open circular windows on the side of the ship and hoped her ex-boyfriend had one of those careless moments really smart people are known to have. As she slipped into the porthole, she landed onto a washinhg machine.

"This must be Tim's laundry room." Stewphanie said to herself; and, boy doid it reek of teen boy musk. Tim wasn't this lax about hygiene when they were datiing.

She scrunched her nose as she made her way to yhre floor and searched for an exit from the rank smell of the small room. That's when she triupped on a bean bag and faceplanted onto the floor. It wasn't really a bean bag however, her weight landing onto it,**** the bag to open and release its contents, a massive load of semen. She had never known Tim Drake to be a horny teenager, much less expected him to fill a sack with cum. Cum that now happened to be smeared across her mask and down her whole torso. If this was Tim's idea of a booby trap, it was a disgusting one that stretched the lmits of patience.The sheer volume of cum smeasred on her seeped through the gaps in her mask, and some found its way into her m,outh. She barely notived the nauseating salty taste in her tongue as it began to take its effect on her. She groaned in lust as her consciousness slipped from her. She fainted.

Stephanie woke up feeling like a ghost. She could see and hear, but, she could not feel her bofdy. She could however smell the scent of cum lingering in the room. Had shhe been violated while asleep? More importantly, she could feel, and her strongest feeling was the hunger she felt in her stomach. It seemed insatiable, like a big black hole that can nerver be filled, much like those whachamacallits Tim once mentioned that one time he ended up talking about Star Wars. For a boy perpetually stuck between 18 and 22, Tim talked like he was **** often. Oh, Tim. Stephanie Brown was realizing she had a hankering for Tim Drake, hher ex-boy friend who left her for a guy. The gossip about that around Gotham. As an adopted son of a billionaire, Tim Drake made news often just by being seen. That's not even mentioning his secret activities as Red Robin, or that boyish charm and good looks all her male colleagues working with Batman seemed to possess. He may not have Dick Grayson's legendaryu ass, or Jason Todd's brick-like build, but he had the handsome face, the athletic physique, and the sophisticated demeanor of a gentleman.

Her body moved without her bidding, as if under the instruxctions of an unseen power.

"Just go with it, Steph," an otherwordly voice commanded. She could not turn her head to look around, but she knew she didn't hear this voice in the strict sense.

"What the hell?", she asks.

"Surrender to that tingling feeling in your loins", the voice repeated. This was getting creepy. Steph was feeling increasingly aoused, so the "feeling in her loins" could only mean sex, which shhe wasn't particularly eaager to have aboard her ex-boyfriuernd's ship/house/ base.

Still, without her bisddding, her body moved ever deeper into the ship. It was as though a strange **** was pulling strings to move her bodyu in search of something. She saw her move past the kitchen, pasyt the living room, into a hallway leading astern. At the end of the hallway, a door blocked her. She trembled with anticipation wondering what the invisible **** moving her body could be looking for.

Just as the invisible strings pulled her hand closer to the wheel of the metal door, it suddenly opened to reveal Tim Drake and Bernard Dowd. Tim Drake was in a state of undress, an unbuttoned shirt and pants obviuously put on in haste still revealed enough skin to make a girl tingle with delight, not that Tim Drake dressed modestly on a normal day. The boy liked too-tight clothes so much that people wondered why he even bothered. Tim's surprised face mitrrored the surprise Stephanie met the scene with. She probably shouldn't be surprised Tim and Bernard were sexually active. Bernard would have to be blind or impotent not to indulge on the the full meal that was Tim Drake.

Stephanie realized she didn't control her face, or voice either as she clearly heard herself saym something she definitely hadn't thought. "Going somewhere, boys?"

Tim immediuately rushed her and pinned her to the wall then he shouted something at Bernard."Run,. Bernard! I'll handle her!"

The blond boy tried to argue. "But..."

Tim panted heavily but managed to bark out a sentence amidst his struggle with her body. "Don't argue with me! Just run and do what I asked, Bernard. PLEASE!"

There's something hot about being pinned by your half-naked ex-boyfriend with bedhead and covered in what looked like cum stains. Steph wished they'd had sex like this bewhen they were still dating. A boyfriend more interested in being a hero than fucking had definitely not been ideal.

"You still can. If you turn the tables on him." Steph was surprised by the insistence of the voice in her head. The idea of beating Tim Drake up and performing the sexual fantasies she had only dreamed about on the boycertainly seemed wrong... but it wasn't unappealing. Not when the lean muscles of his heaving chest glased with dry cum and covered in a sheen of sweat was practically wafting just incvhes from her nose.

The invisible voice barked another order in her head. "You want his cock. Take it!" Steph had given up on controlling her body at this point. If she put her mind to it, she could beat Red Robinand give him a handjob to blow his mind.