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Dick felt hot. Way too hot.
He had heard about this kind of heat before. He could infer that it was the heat of well, a heat. An omegan heat. Dick was too young to present by any normal standards. He was only 10, (maybe it was hard to remember anymore,) and an early presentation age was considered 12. 11 in the most extreme cases. 10? That was just too young.
Dick wasn’t a normal kid, though. He had been drugged for months on end by something that was made by some college professor with no testing at all. It was possible that once Dick stopped taking the drugs, it had triggered his presentation.
Wet, hot tears filled Dick’s eyes. Everything was so overwhelming. Uncle Sam was not Uncle Sam at all, Jason was dead and died protecting him, and now Dick was taken by a rogue AI of the new vigilante Dick was under the care of.
Dick just wanted to go home, but he didn’t even know where home was. He had hardly been at the manor long enough to be considered his home, he would rather die than go back to Sam- Joe, the circus was a long gone memory… Maybe in some universe home would’ve been a continuation of those afternoons with Jason. Sitting in that small office just talking. Jason had been the first adult to take Dick seriously, to actually be kind to him without some ulterior motive. He had just been nice .
And now he was dead.
“You’re distressed,” the AI that was controlling one of Batman’s suits noted. His voice even and flat which Dick guessed made sense with the whole auto-generated voice thing. Dick laughed humorlessly and curled up on whatever rooftop they had ended up on.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Dick rasped out. He couldn’t tell if his voice was thick with emotion or if it was thick because of his heat. Dick didn’t want to be mean, really he didn’t. Yes Robin had kidnapped him and Dick was not doing emotionally well enough for that, but Robin didn’t seem like a bad person. Bad AI? Just fragile and scared. Like a kid that was scared the new sibling would take away all of the attention. So, no. Dick didn’t hate Robin. He was just so tired.
“The energy you put out increases depending on your mental state.” Robin crouched down in front of Dick. The suit’s hand settled on top of Dick’s damp forehead. “Master either didn’t notice that you’re a metahuman yet, or he has underestimated your abilities.” If the AI could sound sour or if Dick was just reading between the lines he wasn’t sure, but the message was clear.
Robin considered Dick a threat.
Joe probably had too if the drugs were emotional suppressants like Dick suspected they were. Strong emotions had dulled the effects of the hypnosis, but they also seemed tied to when Dick would knock people out. (Intentional or not.) Dick still wasn’t fully sure what he could even do, but he didn’t want to be seen as a threat.
“‘m not gonna hurt you,” Dick mumbled out. Robin didn’t seem to be afraid for his own life, whatever that life was, but Dick still wanted to be sure he knew. “Don’t even know if I could hurt you.” Dick winced as his gut clenched in pain.
“...That is irrelevant right now.” Robin stood back up and looked around the area of Gotham they were in. Dick wondered what the AI saw when he looked around. Did he see the world like Dick did or did his ‘eyes’ not work like normal eyes at all? “My personal well-being is not the concern right now. Civilian’s are.” Robin looked back at Dick, the suit’s eyes piercing Dick’s soul. “I do not have enough information to determine if they are at risk if you have a breakdown. Hence, needing to keep you calm.”
“How are you going to do that, exactly?” Dick didn’t feel like meditation or whatever would work. He barely felt like he was holding on by a thread and the way his heat was affecting him was not helping that thread.
“Sex should keep your body and mind calm until your heat passes. After that, I can re-evaluate.” Robin crouched down again, the suit’s fingers hooking underneath Dick’s shirt collar. Dick whined, placing his hand on the cool metal of the suit’s hand.
“I don’t…” He didn’t want to, but he wanted to hurt people less. He doubted Robin would be cruel about it either. There was only so gentle a mech suit could be, but… But it was better than… “Be careful,” Dick corrected himself. Robin nodded and continued to do what he was doing; removing Dick’s soaked with sweat shirt.
Dick felt… vulnerable without it. He knew that Robin was going to have sex with him somehow, (did Bruce build his suits with built-in dicks-?) but he still felt odd about being naked in front of the AI. Dick was at least used to when people would look him over. He had no idea what to expect from Robin.
“You’re small.”
“I’m 10,” Dick countered. He was actually a bit small for his age, but not by that much. He looked pretty normal for a kid. At least, he thought so. Robin ran a thoughtful finger over Dick’s chest, following the curves of his ribs.
“I suppose so.” Robin moved down to strip Dick of his pants as well. Leaving Dick in only his underwear that clung to his skin from slick. Dick didn’t even realize how soaked he was until the cool air made all the built up slick feel cold. “Do you like being a kid?”
“I guess so?” Dick was thrown off by the question. His mind wasn’t clear enough to fully think Robin’s question through. Being a kid was fine. Adults didn’t listen to Dick very often, but that was more of them than Dick’s age. Probably. Honestly, he didn’t know at the moment. “Can we cut the philosophy and get to the grinding?” Dick huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. His arms brushed against his nipples, making him whimper.
Heats were either a joke from God or a cruel punishment, Dick decided.
“Impatience was to be expected,” Robin seemed to chastise, but acted on Dick’s request quickly. He rolled Dick’s underwear down and off of him before setting Dick on the suit’s knee. Dick’s slick pussy and small pre-pubescent cock pressed against the cold metal felt like heaven in Dick’s head-addled mind. Dick let out a breathy moan, rocking back and forth against the suit’s knee as best he could. It wasn’t enough to calm down his brain, he wasn’t being filled or anything, but it felt good.
Dick found the right angle to grind his clit against the cold metal until he was cumming. His body clenched down around nothing as a wave of slick and cum slid down and off of the suit Robin was controlling. Robin made some sort of humming noise before picking up Dick again and laying him back down on the roof.
“You’re very sensitive. I suppose that would be expected with a heat combined with complete inexperience.” Robin looked over Dick’s naked body once more, gathering slick on the suit's fingers to investigate it further. Dick flushed, not liking the way he was being referred to as if he was some sort of test subject and not a person, but Robin seemed genuinely intrigued and not at all mocking. “Will these fingers be enough to satisfy you? I’m afraid I have access to nothing resembling a knot.” Okay, so no robot dick for Dick. He hated the way that disappointed him.
“Y-Yeah. That should be enough.” Dick said honestly, looking over the thick fingers of the mech suit. Dick may have been in heat, but he doubted his hole would be able to fit more than one of those fingers, let alone an actual cock. “Just,” Dick winced as a cramp overtook his abdomen, “get them in me.” Dick didn’t particularly care if Robin was rough at this point, he just needed something inside him. Robin nodded, nudging Dick’s pussy lips open before plunging a finger inside.
Dick squealed loudly at the intrusion, flailing the best he could while under Robin. It felt good, but it also felt like way too much. Dick’s pussy contracted and squeezed as it tried to cope with the robotic finger shoved inside it. His chest heaved and his eyes screwed shut from pleasure and pain.
“You need to relax. You are far too tense.” Robin pressed the suit’s other hand against Dick’s belly, pushing him down before moving to rub where Dick’s womb was. “I cannot properly pleasure you if you do not let me.” Dick whimpered and bit his lip. He tried to get his breathing under control because every minute the finger inside of him didn’t move was torture.
“I’m- I’m trying,” Dick huffed out. “It’s just really big, okay? I’ve never had anything in me…” Dick experimentally bucked his hips, wanting the pounding in his skull to stop. A deep whine crawled out of his throat when that somehow pushed the finger even deeper inside of him. His body desperately tried to produce more slick to make it easier. Robin moved the suit’s fingers, exploring Dick’s insides the best he could with the narrow passage squeezing him like a vice.
The finger curled inside Dick and hit something that made Dick see stars. He leaned up and grabbed the suit’s wrist, signaling Robin to stay put. Dick rutted forward, the finger stimulating that spot again. Dick keened, rutting again. His mouth fell permanently open as pleasure screwed in his core before one last rut of his hips let the pleasure flow out of him.
“Robin, Robin, Robin-” Dick chanted as his second orgasm overtook him. He fell back against the ground, his head hitting the concrete roof in an uncomfortable way. Dick couldn’t find it in himself to care though. Robin pulled the finger out of Dick, causing Dick to grumble.
“Will that do for now?” Robin asked as he scanned over Dick’s body again. His body covered in a sheen of sweat and his pussy looked well-abused. Dick laughed and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. That’ll do for now, Robin.” Dick sighed and looked up at the sky. He still wanted to go home, wherever that was, but at least Robin wasn’t so bad.
