This choice: Black Canary picks up Robin, Cassandra gets Batman • Go Back...Chapter #7Shrunk Heroes Found by: chaos   Standing idly on the sidewalk amid cigaret butts, dirty water, and scraps of paper, Robin wrung out his cape as he waited for some kind of rescue. Going alone would be too dangerous and it sounded like Oracle was sending someone to help him. He hoped someone arrived soon, he had seen rats the size of vans scurrying not too far away. He could take them in a fight but he’d rather not have to go through the trouble of going one-on-one with a dirty, scruffy animal. It could be worse though, he could have to deal with people. He had no idea how he’d even fight someone at this size; karate kick their an ankle?
Robin only had to wait a couple minutes until he heard the revving of a motorcycle coming towards him. Dashing behind an empty fast food wrapper, Robin peered out cautiously to see if it was a friend, foe or just some random person out for a ride. He watched the massive machine stop not far from him and high heeled feet step off the powerful machine. Robin had to look up, way up, past toned, long legs covered in fishnet stockings to a formfitting blackish-blue later that barely reached her breasts along with a leather jacket. At first, you’d take someone dressed like this to be a stripper or streetwalker but Robin recognized one of the Batfamilies many allies.
“Oracle said Robin was around this area,” mumbled Dinah, aka Black Canary, as she looked for the miniaturized hero. She had gotten the call from Barbra a minute ago and had been close. Someone was brewing some kind of new chemical in one of the abandon buildings nearby and she had been investigating. Whatever they were making, whether it be a new drug or a deadly toxin, would have to wait until after she found Robin. Oracle had said he was shrunken by some new villain so he could be literally right under her nose. Bending over she carefully inspected the ground for any shrunken sidekicks.
Robin stepped out from behind the garbage, grateful to see a familiar face. He was about to call out to Black Canary when she bent over, her rear pushing out from under her leather jacket as she carefully studied the ground. Robin stared at her sharply rear, his words died in his mouth as he saw it. He had glanced at Black Canary’s rear before, he was only human, but now she was a giantess, her rear as big as a billboard. Robin stared at it as she flexed, half the cheeks weren’t covered by Dinah leotard, leaving the soft flesh only covered by her fishnet stockings. Robin followed her rear end as it swayed back and forth, unable to look away until Black Canary swung around and spotted him. Robin stared back, his face so red he probably matched the color of his costume.
“There you are,” Dinah sighed as she knelt down, lowering her hand for Robin to step on to it. “Are you all right? Oracle told me you got separated from Batman when you got swept away by some water.”
“I’m fine. How’s Batman?” Robin bounty said, trying to get himself calmed down. This was a serious situation and he was ogling Black Canary’s rear like he was some hormonal teen. Well, he was a teen but he should know better.
“Cassandra hopefully has found him. If not I’m sure Bruce is fine. I bet he has a whole list of contingency plans if he ever got shrunken down,” Black Canary chuckled and Robin smiled back. She was probably right, Batman always planned ahead for everything, be it exploding penguins or being reduced to six inches tall. He didn’t have to worry about him.
“Now let's get you somewhere safe. I don’t like the idea of you being out here so helpless, no offense.” Robin had no complaint, he was pretty useless at this size. He could just imagine how much of a liability he would be if they got into a fight. As Black Canary moved back to her motorcycle, her fingers wrapped tightly around Robin. He squirmed slightly, finding it a little uncomfortable to be held like a doll even if his options were limited. As Black Canary lifted one of her legs over her motorcycle and sat down, she stared at Robin for a second uncertainty. Robin stared back, uncertain himself about what was wrong.
“Listen, I don’t have any pockets on my jacket or leotard, so I’m going to need to put you somewhere else while I ride. It’s safe but it might be a little bit uncomfortable for you,” Black Canary explained, her cheeks getting a bit of color in them. Not understanding what she meant but not bothered by having a bumpy ride, Robin shrugged. “Do whatever you have to do.”
“Okay, but don’t squirm too much,” Dinah told him before she moved his feet towards her cleavage. Robin had no time to react as he slipped into the cavernous space between her large breasts, the soft, supple flesh easily swallowing him. Black Canary shoved him in as fast as she could, not wanting to prolong this too much in case it got too awkward. She was putting a teen between her tits, she hadn’t done something like this in a while. She put her thumb on the boy’s head and jammed him right in, the Boy Wonder vanishing as her breasts fully consumed him. Grabbing her breasts by the sides, she adjusted her babies, feeling Robin wedged firmly between them. As awkward as this was, Dinah couldn’t help but smirk.
“Enjoy the ride,” she softly muttered, not sure if the shrunken teen had heard her. As she started her bike her chest wobbled around Robin causing the boy to squirm and groan. Breast flesh crushed his puny body, holding him tightly but not hurting him. He felt a stick of lipstick next to him, another item that Dinah needed to carry with her. As the breasts squished and trembled around him, the undulating flesh massaging his puny body, Robin wondered if his life could get any more awkward.
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“You small. Any pain?”
“I’m unharmed, my body is just smaller.”
“Good. Happy not hurt. Help.”
This was the exchange between Batman and Cassandra when the young girl arrived. She was wearing her full-body leather costume, which thankfully had pockets on them. Cassandra was raised by her mercenary father never to speak, to only communicate with her body and fighting. Batman had taken her under his wing, taught her to speak and read. While still not the most vocal person, she was loyal and cared deeply for her new family. Cassandra looked down at her mentor, as small as a doll, wishing she could express more to him. Not sure of the words, she nodded at him which Batman seemed to understand perfectly.
“We’ll fix this, don’t worry,” Batman said and before Cassandra could say anything her transponder picked up a police signal warning of a dangerous event in progress. Forgetting about his current condition, Batman sternly asked, “What is it?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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