esponse from the lips of the
suffering teen. Robin tried to trate on a Zen teique that Batman
had taught him ohat would make him lose unsciousness - the only
escape when being tortured. But the lad couldn' t focus with the pygmies
lashing his body.
After an hour of the pygmies' relentless assault, the Piper returo
the chamber. He was wearing heavy leather gloves that had steel bars across
the fingers. When the Piper made a fist, the steel bars were directly
across his knuckles. "Before I start pounding you with these, I' ll give you
one more ce," said the Piper. Robin lifted his head and just s
his tormentor. "Very well, then," said the Piper. He brought back his arm
and fired a punch straight into Robin' s belly. The boy buckled and arc' d in
his restraints. The Piper threw a roundhouse right into the sharply
striated delts and heard a satisfying ch as it ected one or more of
Robin' s ribs. Robin was now semi-scious, uo hold up his own
weight. His head and shoulders sagged forward over his lower body, his
flaccid cod balls dangliween his thighs. The Piper pulled back
his arm, aiming another punch directly at Robin' s groihe Boy Wonder
broke. "Okay, enough, you win," he sobbed. "Stop, please. No more."
The Piper roared back his head with laughter. " him up, boys," he
directed his pygmies, who threw buckets of cold water at Robin until his
head had cleared and he brought himself back upright.
"Now, Boy Wonder, watch what happens because you wimped out." The Piper
adjusted the volume on the closed circuit monitor and flicked a switch that
sent a signal to the other chamber. Without hesitation, the two bruisers
oV s begaing the maeen before them. The boy
screamed in agony with the first pund was soon sobbing "Stop, please,
stop, don' t hit me anymore!" at the top of his lungs. Robin