walls and floor, almost like a 3-D wrestling ring. The teen titan could
make out the shadowy silhouette of the Pied Piper through the glass and
two ures - one unmistakably the Joker, with his white skin and
eerie red lips, and the other a thin man in green, probably the Riddler.
And there was another man in black, with something strange on his head - a
big hat perhaps? A straw hat? The Scarecrow?
"Hello, Robin," the Pied Piper' s voied through a speaker. "Do
you remember those boys that you tried to rescue at the warehouse? They
were turned over to your old friend The Scarecrow who has mao
pletely brainwash them into thinking that you are their mortal enemy.
Let me introduce you to them."
The Piper pressed a button and a door slid open. Five husky teens clad
only in black jockstraps ehe room. All of the boys were clearly
champion athletes who had beeed for their physicality - all had big
arms and shoulders, massive pecs, washboard abs, and tight trim waists.
Their jockstraps bulged with their barely-tained manhood. They were all
pumped up, gnashing their jaounding their fists in some sort of
drugged blood frenzy.
In a fair fight, Robin could have dispatched all five boys easily.
After all, they might be strong but they weren' t trained martial artists.
But Robin had been siderably weakened by his prolonged captivity, the
relentless punishment to his body, and a lack of food and water. Moreover,
he retty sure the Piper had cracked a couple of his ribs, which were
still sore and painful to the touch.
"There he is," growled one of the high-school athletes. "Get the little
fucker. Tear him to pieces!" All five boys started screaming like wild
animals and attacked Robin with flailing fists. Robin dodged their first
assault, dropping one boy with a spin kid knog another off his f