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One of the first things Bruce notices about Jay once he’s brought her home is how quick the girl is to buckle to his will—and Dick’s, too, when he’s home—but it’s mainly himself that his second Robin bends so willingly to. She can’t be categorized as docile, at least not in the traditional sense. She tries to hide certain aspects of herself, but in doing so, reveals what she longs to keep secret. Jay is a smart girl, but she’s no match for Bruce’s intellect. There are certain behaviors she displays around Bruce that hint at something sinister. It speaks of a different experience than simply wanting to please, but rather needing to please.
Jay grew up in Crime Alley, alone on its streets for an undetermined amount of time. There are only so many ways to make a living as a child in such a place. He shouldn’t follow that train of thought because if he does, Bruce fears he’ll do something foolish. Well, he has already gone looking, but he stopped his investigation when it became apparent just how many people had hurt his little girl; he had to take a break. Perhaps he paid a few of them—the worst ones—a visit on the nights when he didn't patrol with his Robin, being far more violent than he should. It is only thanks to years of building mental fortitude that he doesn’t go farther than what his creed allows, but every time Jason unintentionally fawns, Bruce feels that persistent itch begin to eat away at him. Those nights, he ticks another name off the list he created, sick with the knowledge that it would never be complete.
Sometimes, all it takes for Jay to fold like a wet napkin is a slight change in his intonation or a firm touch on certain parts of her body. It shouldn't get him as worked up as it does, but it does. He can't help the shiver that threatens to give him away each time she does so, but he has a feeling she already knows. Jay likes to stare at him, be it in the Manor or the Batcave, almost as though she's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She's still wary of Bruce, which is understandable given her past, but she's also so grateful he took her in and gave her a second chance at life. She's a little contradictory thing, always preening whenever Bruce praises her, even as she shies from something as innocent as a pat on the head.
She’s right to be suspicious; Bruce has taken a liking to her. It's different from what it was with Dick. He hadn't considered crossing the line with Dick, even if there were a few instances when he had been very close to doing so. With Jay, he finds that his resolve to only be her father-figure wanes with each passing day. She must know it because she limits their time together, using Alfred and Dick as a shield from his advances.
It won’t help his girl, of course, but it’s admirable that she even tries. It’s a good trait for her to possess as Batman's partner, but she is still too young and naive to act on her instincts, let alone recognize the threat Bruce poses to her.
His daughter slips up around a year into her stay with him, through no fault of her own. Bruce knew what he was doing when he let her come onto patrol with him despite the intel he received on Ivy's whereabouts. Jay had begged him so sweetly to touch her when Ivy's newest batch of pollen started to affect her, and Bruce had helplessly followed her every demand for hours on end.
When it's over, she can hardly stand to be in the same room as him, let alone look him in the eye. She confesses her guilt to him, as if she is the one who coerced him into the actions he willingly and eagerly took part in. She tells him that she feels as though she has irrevocably stained him. The situation is touch-and-go for a while, but Bruce is a dab hand at manipulation, and Jay is just so very susceptible to his reassurances, his touches, his compliments, and of course, his praises.
It doesn't take long after that for her to give in to him, and oh, what a delight it is.
Taking Jay into his home and into his heart has been the greatest decision he has ever made.
“Dick, you're welcome to stay the night. I'm certain Alfred would love to have you over for breakfast tomorrow. It's been so long since you last did so. However, there's something I must speak with Jay about. Preferably alone,” Bruce announces and watches as his eldest oohs at Jay, meanwhile, the girl, herself, crosses her arms and pouts.
His son teases his sister, gently elbowing her in her ribs and ruffling her hair, before taking his leave. Jay watches as he goes with a small smile on her face, and then turns back to him when Dick's gone. He raises a brow at her, and she is quick to shed herself of her uniform, methodically folding it, toeing off her cute little pixie boots, and peeling off her socks. She hops onto the desk behind her and spreads her legs, her face tinged a soft pink as it travels down her body.
Her pussy glistens ever so slightly beneath the glow of the display above and behind her, still so bare even as she enters the beginning stages of puberty. Only recently had he noticed that her sweat had become more pronounced, something she was ashamed of when he pointed it out. In response, Bruce forced her to watch through a full-length mirror as he licked her armpits clean after a particularly long patrol while fucking deep into her, complimenting her taste throughout. Needless to say, Jay began to accept her bodily changes much more easily after that.
Stalking forward, Bruce notes the way Jay trembles, biting her lip in anticipation. He grabs her by the chin gently, ignoring her minute flinch, and forces her to meet his gaze. Her pupils are blown out, and Bruce can only see a sliver of the bright blue he’s come to adore. She has such pretty eyes; everything about her is just so beautiful.
“Hey, B,” Jay chirps, widening her legs so Bruce can get closer to her. She’s a quick study in tempting him, though she’s just as good in other areas of life. Sharp as a tack; it’s no wonder that Bruce became infatuated so quickly.
“Hello, Jay. How was your week with Dick?” He loosens his grip on his daughter's chin and cups her cheek gently, thumb stroking his skin soothingly. His other hand goes on Jay's thigh, tracing the long-ago cigarette burns placed there.
“It was so much fun! The girls were so nice to me. I don't even know why I was so worried they wouldn't like me. We had a self-care night yesterday, which is totally something we should implement around here. Plus, they added me to their group chat! Oh, and the boys were also nice! Dickie says they're the worst, but I disagree,” Jay rambles excitedly, continuing to go on and on about the Titans and her week with them.
It's rather endearing and proves that it was a good thing Bruce was willing to relinquish her to Dick and his team. Establishing connections with those in the hero community is important, especially for Jay, who is the only one in her age bracket. She has so few friendships that it warms his heart to know that others have seen how special his little girl is and taken her under their wing. Still, a week without Jay felt like torture, especially when she forgot to check in with him bi-daily. He won't punish her for it… much.
“It sounds like you had more than a good time; I'm glad,” Bruce says, watching intently as Jay seems to relax at his approval, slumping forward and focusing back on him again. “Now tell me, did you do as I asked?”
Jay nods her head hurriedly.
“Good girl,” Bruce croons.
Jay leans further into his touch, a lazy smile spreading, as her ears turn as pink as her face.
The hand on Jay's thigh traces over her slit, drenching Bruce's fingers with slick and making his girl shudder in the process, and travels further back to where the base of the plug Jay promised to keep inside of her every night is. It’s small, especially compared to Bruce's size, but it’s not inconsequential. He pulls it out, placing it on the desk, and admires the way Jay squirms now that she’s empty.
Bruce swirls two fingers around her hole, noting how it flutters each time he feigns going deeper, and Jay stares at Bruce with wide, pleading eyes. She stays silent, though, following Bruce's rules like the good girl he is. It’s a shame she’s already broken one, but Bruce can be kind. He’ll give her a mild punishment.
He pulls away and orders, “Legs up and arms back.”
Jay does as asked, trembling as Bruce prepares the rope to bind Jay's wrists behind her back. He's taught her how to easily escape such a situation, even in her current state, but she doesn’t. Like this, Jay gives up her control to him. It is a heady thing, her submission, something he won't ever take for granted.
Once he has Jay arranged to his liking, Bruce stands and leaves to grab his phone, clicking the mail toggle before scrolling through his latest email. Jay frowns, but doesn't complain. Instead, she lets her gaze stray from him, which is another mistake.
He opens his latest email, acknowledges the change to his schedule for tomorrow, and opens his messages app to his son's contact. He mindlessly scrolls through the pictures Dick sent him of Jay and his team. She is smaller than all of them but stands proud among them. A few are just of her and the girls, but several are of her and the boys. Dick monopolizes her in those, which he's grateful for. His daughter is cute, and despite them being heroes, they are still young men at heart, and Bruce is all too familiar with the thoughts and impulses of being left alone with a sweet thing like Jay at that age. His eyes narrow when he catches one where his little girl is perched on Dick's shoulders, and his son's hands are a little too high on her thighs. He'll have to keep an eye on that.
Bruce turns his attention back to Jay, who is lost in thought, eyes hazy and unfocused.
“Jay,” he drawls, catching his girl's attention immediately, “what’s rule number three?”
His daughter's eyes widen as she quickly realizes her mistake and answers dutifully, “Keeping my eyes on you.”
He raises an eyebrow. "Keeping my eyes on you…?"
She goes stiff as a rod and hastily replies, "Keeping my eyes on you, Dad."
He tsks. "A week away from me, and you've already forgotten your manners."
Jay shrinks in on herself as she apologizes, "I'm sorry, Dad. It won't happen again."
He hums, stalking forward and silencing his phone as he puts it away. “See to it that it doesn't, or you'll lose your privileges to visit your brother and his team." Of course, he doesn't really mean that, something Jay is aware of, but it'll make her obedience all the sweeter.
She nods. "Yes, Dad. I'll be good, I promise."
Looming over her now, Bruce reaches out and places his thumb on Jay's bottom lip. Her mouth falls open as she takes the three fingers Bruce shoves down her throat as best she can. She makes a choking sound as tears well up in her eyes. He wants to kiss them away, but he must wait.
“Since you’ve been a good girl otherwise, your punishment will be light.”
With much difficulty, Jay replies, “Thank you, Dad.” It comes out much more garbled and wet, but Bruce understands her.
She drools uncontrollably around Bruce’s fingers like she’s been trained to, sucking them down every few moments so she doesn’t accidentally choke. Her eyes remain locked on Bruce’s, looking utterly wrecked, and Bruce hasn’t even done anything to her yet. Well, much.
Truly, Jay is perfect.
Bruce couldn’t have gotten luckier the day she decided to jack his tires.
For a while, he’s content to fuck Jay’s throat like this, pinching her nose every so often and treasuring the way Jay’s eyes glaze over as she begins to choke earnestly when he wraps his other hand around her neck and presses down. Jay has never looked more tempting—flushed with tears falling down her freckled cheeks and drool dripping all over her small body—and Bruce isn’t ignorant of the way all of his blood has traveled south.
Letting go of her neck and slipping his fingers out of Jason’s mouth, Bruce unlatches the bottom portion of his uniform and frees his cock from its confines. Jay’s chest heaves as she catches her breath and swallows the saliva she can, flexing against her restraints but ultimately slumping back on the desk. He can't stop himself from stroking her curls gently and kissing her forehead, something she leans into with a satisfied hum. She deserves a little tenderness before he takes it away; it's absolutely not because he's sweet on her.
Once he has her full attention once more, Bruce pulls her into a soft kiss, his hands cradling Jay’s cheeks gently. He licks his way around Jay’s mouth, and his daughter relaxes into the kiss, moaning quietly when Bruce’s fingers spread her folds open and stroke in between them. Bruce avoids any direct stimulation, which makes Jay squirm as she involuntarily searches for relief.
Quietly, Bruce murmurs against Jay’s mouth, “Begin counting.”
Before Jay has the chance to acknowledge him or even process his demand, Bruce leans back and rears the hand that was teasing Jay back and smacks it as hard as he can across Jay’s pussy.
The reaction he receives is just what he was expecting—insanely arousing.
Jay yelps, jolting as the sting registers and wriggling in an attempt to shut her legs close. Bruce’s free hand shoves one of Jay’s thighs as wide as they go, while the leg opposite his hand keeps Jay’s matching one pinned against the desk.
Staring down, Bruce looks at how much more flushed his daughter's pretty little pussy has gotten. He briefly wonders if he can get it to match the red of the rest of her body and quickly determines that yes, he can. He strikes her again, and Jay bucks against his hold, crying out oh-so prettily, but she still isn’t counting. Usually, Bruce won’t repeat himself, but maybe he can make an expectation today.
“Count, Jay, or else I won’t stop.”
With that said, Bruce strikes her pussy again. Jay whines at the impact, but she does as she’s asked. The next few strikes are done in rapid succession with a cupped hand, his hand lingering over Jay’s clit before pulling away. The next several slaps are with an open hand, and Jay’s face scrunches up in pain, glassy eyes giving way to fresh tears streaming down her face as she counts each slap.
Another hit, and Bruce keeps his hands at the area of impact, feeling the way his daughter's flesh gets increasingly warmer, the way her body spasms, but mostly, the amount of slick that’s coating his hand. He wants to taste it.
“You're such a naughty girl if you’re this wet from just a few spanks,” Bruce remarks lightly. "Maybe I should decide on another punishment if this one pleases you too much."
Jay shakes her head, profusely denying it, and pants out, “I-it’s just from your teasing earlier, Dad. I'm a good girl, not a naughty one.” Her voice is rough, undoubtedly due to Bruce’s earlier treatment of her. He likes it—likes being greeted with the evidence of what he’s done to his little girl.
“Oh, Jay-baby, we both know that’s a lie,” Bruce croons mockingly. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks, from palm to fingertip, the slick coating on it. Jay’s pupils dilate as he does so, her hips twitching in arousal. “Now, where were we?”
He winds his back up and spanks Jay’s pussy harder than before.
Thirteen.
His daughters jolts and whimpers pathetically. From his position, Bruce can see how both her holes flutter rhythmically.
Fourteen.
“You’re doing so well. It’s almost over,” Bruce assures Jay, but she seems to be too focused on keeping track to respond verbally to him. He cups his hand once more as he brings it down.
Fifteen.
Jay is shaking as she whimpers out, “Can't—can't take more, Dad.”
“Shh, yes, you can. I know you can.” He leans down and kisses the tip of her button nose. “Just five more. I believe in you, baby.”
His praise works like a charm, granting Jay a second wind, as she murmurs, "'kay, Daddy."
Bruce struggles not to stop right then and there, but he can't just go back on his word.
Sixteen.
Freeing his hand from Jay’s thigh, Bruce keeps his daughter's legs pinned wide open with his own thigh while he begins to stroke his already hard and leaking cock. That hand is still slick with Jay’s arousal, so it’s a much smoother endeavor than he originally anticipated.
Seventeen.
He holds his cock by the base before sliding it up and down between Jay’s folds experimentally, and Jay gasps, back arching as her hips buck to meet him stroke for stroke.
Eighteen.
Jay's pussy is red all over now, and she’s a blubbering mess as she begs, “P—please, Dad. Hurts s—so much.”
She’s only slightly overstimulated, but Jay has yet to become accustomed to the pleasure that pain can bring. She can take it, though, no matter how much she cries or complains. A few spanks are nothing to the agony of a fractured limb or knife wound, which Jay has become well acquainted with during her tenure as Robin. She’ll barely shed a tear when things go wrong during patrols, but the moment the setting turns sexual, Jay’s tolerance goes right out the window.
"I know, baby. I know, but you're almost there. You want to be my good girl, don't you?"
She bobs her head, body trembling, as more tears fall from her eyes. He wipes them away with his thumb and brings them to his mouth, savoring the taste of her misery.
"Then you'll let me finish your punishment before I decide to lengthen it."
Her bottom lip quivers, but she responds, "Yes, Dad."
"There's my good girl."
He smacks her pussy twice in quick succession, lingering in between the two just long enough for her to say nineteen.
"Twenty!" Jay squeaks, body going limp against him as Bruce takes her in his hold.
"You did so well, sweetheart. That wasn't so bad, was it?" She shakes her head against his chest. He undoes her binds and goes to hold her again as she comes down, stroking the crown of her head, showering it with kisses, and whispering adulation into her ear.
When Jay finally pulls away, arms now clinging to his neck, she asks, "Do I get a reward tonight, B?"
He hums. "Do you think you deserve to?"
She doesn't answer immediately before she settles on, "That's not up to me to decide."
"Good answer."
Bruce kisses her, and she returns it enthusiastically. It's easy to get lost in her like this. He could kiss her for hours if she let him, and she has. If this were all she ever allowed him, he'd be more than content. As it is, though, there is nothing his little girl won't share with him.
She is his as much as he is hers; nothing will ever change that.
He is reluctant to pull away from her soft lips and pliant mouth, but he does wish to reward, so needs must. She whines as he does so, but he shushes her and inspects her bottom half.
Her pussy is soaking wet, her arousal dripping like a leaky faucet on his desk. Her clit is as puffy as her folds, and he knows she'll be aching for a few days. She'll be in class tomorrow, thighs squishing together in her seat, and she'll feel the reminder of his touch. The thought gets him hotter under the collar than it should, but then again, Jay elicits so many inappropriate reactions in him these days that he's used to it.
Bruce pushes forward, guiding his cock through her folds. Jay shudders, clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into them deep enough to feel the imprint of them through the kevlar. He teases her for a few minutes like this, lazily thrusting and enjoying the sensation. He can tell from the stimulation alone that she's close, so he hurries his pace, bumping her swollen clit with each motion. It's not long before her quiet moans that echo throughout the cave become louder, and her attempt to keep up with him becomes sloppy as she approaches her climax.
"Dad—Daddy, please, please lemme cum," Jay whines, and who is he to deny her?
"Let go, Jay-baby," Bruce commands, and she does.
It's a glorious sight, her cresting pleasure as it overtakes her. He works her through it, and through another orgasm when he circles her clit gently with his thumb. She trembles and cries so beautifully for him, and he decides to hold off on his orgasm for now, despite how close he is due to the sight and sound of his little girl.
There will be time for that later, upstairs and in his bed, when Bruce will be inside of her when he cums. It can be another reward for Jay; she likes being full, and he is nothing if not indulgent of her desires. If his own reflects hers, then it just proves how well-matched they are.
"Thank you, Dad," Jay eventually murmurs into his mouth after she demanded kisses when she came back down. "I'm sorry for not checking in. I really did miss you, though, you big lump."
He smiles down at her. "I know, Jay. Just don't let it happen again."
She hums an agreement and leans back just enough to separate their upper bodies, one of her hands reaching down to stroke his softened cock. She bats her eyelashes and asks, "Let me make it up to you?"
"I'd be a fool to say no to that proposition," Bruce replied with a chuckle.
"You really would be," Jay readily agrees, like the impertinent, bratty girl he knows and loves. "We doing this here? Or…?"
"Upstairs," he replies. "I need to get changed before we go, though."
Jay lets go of him and groans, "Fine, but be quick about it. I really wanna suck you off."
Bruce walks away, laughing at her vulgarity. He strips in record time, returning Jay's uniform to its rightful place while he's at it, and returns to Jay, still perched on the desk and swinging her legs back and forth.
She narrows her eyes at his sweatpants when she notices him. "What's with the clothes, Bruce?"
"What if someone came down? I'd like to keep my modesty. Bruce says evenly, cracking only when Jay shoots him a look and replies, "What modesty? Besides, we'd have bigger problems if Dickie or Alfie came down right now, namely, my own nudity and overall state."
He laughs, "You're right."
Scooping her into his arms, Bruce walks to the elevator that leads directly to his room.
"Always am," Jay replies, nuzzling into his bare chest.