Prompt Post - Part Three [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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"How the hell am I supposed to react?! She looked like she was gonna suffocate me with those..." Robin gestured to his chest, clearly out of words good enough to do her size justice.
Wally chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "Knew you'd like her."
Robin took one look at his expression and his tone became a half-step away from full on begging. "Wait...You can't be serious..."
"Oh, I'm serious. Now, take this."
He shoved a handful of cash towards his deathly pale friend, raising an eyebrow when he made no move to take it.
"Dude, don't keep the lady waiting."
Robin eyed the offered wad of cash for a few seconds before taking it with a shaking hand. Wally smiled and turned him around before pushing him towards the girl, looking for all the world like he was leading him to his execution.
Wally grinned proudly at his friend as Valerie linked arms with him and they disappeared into the purple curtain leading to the Private Rooms. With that problem solved, he turned to the girl at the bar and took a deep breath.
Showtime.
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She was halfway through pulling his pants off when suddenly, a loud yell resonated through the whole place, followed by a shriek and a dull thump. It took Wally several seconds to recognize Robin's voice, and he ran for it, completely forgetting about his current state of (un)dress.
They were only three rooms away and Wally was greeted by a very flustered, unkempt, but unharmed, Robin. He raised an eyebrow at the state of the room and went over to his friend.
"What happened?"
Robin looked up at him, looking as if he had been violated in the worst way possible. "She tried to take off my glasses!"
Wally threw his hands up. Seriously, what was WRONG with this kid. "What, you expect her to screw you with those on?"
"M-Maybe! I don't know! I'm not supposed to take them off EVER!"
"Robin! What on earth are you doing at a place like - "
Robin looked up at the familiar voice, and the second his brain registered the familiar features of Bruce Wayne, he knew he was in for it.
It was a sight to see for the Dark Knight. His ward, in a strip club (his STILL underage ward, mind you), face flushed and breathing heavily with his shirt gone and pants unbuttoned, in a Private Room, on the bed, accompanied by a certain two years older speedster, who was only sporting a pair of red boxers, it was not that hard for Robin to know that his father figure's head had taken a permanent vacation into the gutter.
Good thing Wally had a very effective sixth sense that alerted him of imminent danger, because less than ten seconds later, Robin found himself fully clothed, in his room, with a hastily scribbled note that read: "Going to see if M'gann knows any nice Earth-like planet I can live in while waiting for Batman's murderous rampage to die down."
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Robin, two days later, had to bite down a snicker as he watched Batman threateningly loom over a nervously grinning Flash and a terrified as hell Kid Flash.
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