Bruce tracing patterns on Timmy’s cute locked up clitty absentmindedly working on paperwork while the boy squirms in his laps, tears streaming down his face, begging for permission to finally cum

A good Robin knows to spread his legs for the big bad Daddy Bat the moment he walks into the room

The only way to ensure Tim gets a full six hours of sleep is to tie him down to the dog bed in the corner of Damian’s room, a feat that the youngest Robin gleefully takes part in