Off the Record

[asterful]

Now Dick is all for undercover operations. No one can ever say that Grayson isn't a team player. He is all for the playing on the team! But this is a new direction he never thought his life would take. At least he's still a handsome devil even in... in a skirt. He lifted it off a classmate from the locker rooms a few days earlier (that had been an adventure all its own). Underwear was easier to get on his own, especially when seeing the clerk's face. Hey, what can he say he's a very supportive and open-minded brother for his sick sister.

Dashing around in spandex from head to toe chronically, this skirt thing is a whole new sensation for him in the breezy bathroom air. It's all so open and revealing! Man, how do girls wear this? Every part of him feels exposed. And these panties are barely holding him together! He stands like a man too, and it ruins the whole image. Dick has to remember to pull his legs in, keep one bent at the knee with his foot pressed against his other heel. Much better. This time he keeps his shades off. Everyone likes a pair of baby blues and Dick's got ones that'll pull in any old pervert.

"Alright, I'm feeling it. Feeling the aster." Usually he doesn't need to pump himself up, but this isn't a usual mission. Hell, this isn't any kind of mission. It's nuts, completely reckless, but there's no one else who can pull it off. Not the other members and certainly not the Justice League. He's on his own to put this despicable pet ring out of business. Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he checks what little gear he can get away with bringing. He has a tranquilizing spray and a case for the drug once he gets his hands on a sample, both disguised as cosmetics.

Now it's just a matter of sneaking out, which is, of course, no problem at all. Neither Miss Martian nor Superboy is registered in any of the public spaces. Quietly, he sneaks out through the main entrance toward the zeta portals.

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[ and now they wait. superboy practices his stony face, folding his arms across his chest to keep his hands from clenching every time someone touches robin. he can hear what they're saying and he can also hear the effect it's having on robin's heartbeat, all but galloping now. what he can't tell is if it's simple adrenaline or anxiety, excitement or fear. robin doesn't break character once, looking and sounding every inch the helpless pet they think he is.

it makes him wonder how much of it really is acting, and he suddenly wishes he'd thought to ask robin about how experienced he was before they got here. implanted knowledge or not, even he knows that this is no place to offer up real vulnerabilities. every predator in this place would swoop down if they even suspected that he was a virgin, much less someone who looked and was dressed like robin.

but that's why superboy is here, he reminds himself uncertainly. to make sure nothing bad happens. he has to trust that robin knows what he's doing and what he can handle. it's his job just to watch.

so that's what he does, leaving off his pretense of looking at anyone else in the room and keeping his gaze firmly on robin.

the man stroking his thigh wears a gray suit and has wandering hands, eventually sliding up robin's leg under the skirt to cup and fondle him through his thin panties. he wants to see that pretty skirt tented, he says to his companion. check and see if there's a cock at all underneath the satin. ]