Wayne Manor looked as dramatic as ever as the light of the full moon lit up the grounds that summer night. But its owner wasn't home, away on business, leaving Alfred and Dick alone for what should've been a quiet evening. Alfred, the loyal butler, was busy making a late dinner in the kitchen while Dick studied for his English 101 placement test, alternating between flash cards and his ab routine in his bedroom until he noticed the bat signal flash into the sky through the window. "So much for studying" Dick realized and hopped to his socked-feet with an eager grin, happy to ditch the boring note cards for some action. 

"Oh dear...Master Bruce's absence may cause a problem after all" Alfred worried as he too spotted the signal but the familiar sound of Dick flying down the stairs toward the bat cave pulled his attention. "Master Dick, what are you doing?" "They're shining the bat signal so I'm gonna go suit up" the spunky 19 year old answered. "You can't go out there alone! You may have a suit but you're still in training" "Alfred, come on. I helped take down Two Face and The Riddler a couple years ago, and that Killer Croc guy last month on top of that. I can handle one little night on my own" Grayson assured with his usual confidence. "I don't think Master Bruce would approve, sir. He will definitely have something to say about this when he returns" "Doesn't he always? I'll be back later - save some dinner for me!" Dick announced before heading into the cave and leaving minutes later as Robin on his motorcycle. 

A call from Commissioner Gordon soon came up on his bike and Dick answered, "What's going on, Commissioner?" "Robin? Were's Batman?" "Uhh...he's busy so you got me" "Alright...well The Riddler has broken out of Arkham Asylum and is at large" "The Riddler? I thought that guy's brain was scrambled eggs" "It was but he's been in therapy ever since you and Batman brought him in so he's back to normal...well, back to how he was before" Gordon explained, letting Robin in on what he was dealing with. "So just find The Riddler and return him to Arkham; I think I can handle that. He'll be back behind bars in no time, Commissioner" "I hope so. Just be careful, son, don't underestimate him" "Trust me, I know what I'm up against. He'll be yours again before the night's up" Robin assured before ending the call and heading into Gotham city limits to retrieve the slippery trickster and prove he could handle himself. 

It didn’t take long for Robin to track Riddler down to Two-Face’s old lair and he slipped in through a side door on the bottom level. “Geeze, Harvey must’ve spent a fortune decorating this place” Dick realized as he made his way up to the second floor, surrounded by walls and decor that was half gray and half a dramatic red. He could hear footsteps and some kind of song playing before he stepped foot onto the second floor, picking up on what must’ve been Edward talking to himself but he knew Riddler was physically no match for him. This would be a piece of cake. “Are they giving out ‘get out of jail free’ cards’ now to just anyone?” Robin greeted as he made himself known and locked eyes with the red-headed criminal. “If it isn’t the boy wonder…don’t tell me you came all this way just to see me” Riddler teased. “It’s over, Riddler; I’m taking you back to Arkham” “Where’s the big bad bat? Surely you’re not flying solo” Riddler prodded with a smirk, knowing it would inflame the young man’s ego.

“I can handle scum like you regardless” Robin assured before starting toward Riddler across the large room. “Oooh gotta love that 90s youth attitude!” Riddler mocked as Robin moved closer and stepped right where wanted him. “Bingo!” Riddler announced to a confused Robin before pulling out a remote and clicking a button that sprung a table from the floor from behind Robin. “What the hell?!” was all he had time to ask before the table opened up and locked him to it. “Oh man! You fell right for that! Haha you should work on your own more often, help us criminals out” Riddler exclaimed with excitement on his face as Robin struggled to get loose. 

“What is this?? You know you can’t hold me!” Robin warned as he fought the strong table keeping him upright. The table kept him at a slight angle, slanted backwards a little with metal clamps around his ankles, knees, and waist. His arms were locked in place at the wrists and biceps on either side of him, bent at 90 degree angles so his hands were near his ears. “Ole Two-Face told me about this trap before he bit the big one and I’m thrilled I got to actually use it! You’re going to wish you never even saw that stupid bat signal tonight…” Riddler assured as he got practically face to face with him, in love with watching the cocky hero squirm and grow more frustrated. 

“I’m putting you back in Arkham - tonight!” Robin barked as if to reassure himself but Riddler just laughed. “You know, when Bats broke my beautiful invention and fried all the wires in my brilliant brain, I had a lot of time to think about it as I got better in Arkham and I wanted nothing more than to break him like he broke me. But since he’s nowhere to be found…I guess I’ll break you instead” “Yeah right!” Robin tried to laugh off. “You seem to forget. I know who you are…I know all about you; I saw inside your mind last year. There isn’t a secret or weakness of yours that I haven’t taken a peek at, Dick” Riddler reminded, unsettling the hero as obvious concern grew on his handsome face, having figured Riddler would never remember all that after losing his marbles. 

“And do you know what I found especially interesting…that Batman would take a sidekick that was so severely, hilariously, RIDICULOUSLY ticklish” Riddler explained and watched Dick’s eyes grow in size behind the mask, unable to hide the tingle of fear up his body. “I’m not…I’m not ticklish, no more than anyone else. That’s crazy” he tried his best to convince but the panic was in his voice. “You can’t lie to me, Robin…I’ve seen it all; the freakouts, how hard you dodge any playful jabs to the stomach, and how loud you can squeal at the right spots” Riddler admitted as Dick grew more nervous. “I’m going to enjoy dragging you back to Arkham, sicko!” Robin tried to redirect with a clenched jaw. “Gotta love a tough guy in a skintight suit locked to a table” Riddler replied with a grin before spraying a quick puff of gas toward him and watching Robin fall out of consciousness. “Nighty night…” 

When Dick opened his eyes again, he was looking at the same flamboyant side of Two-Face’s hideout, immediately jerking him awake into a fighting fit only to realize he was also still stuck to the table, only now with his suit gone. Only his gloves, boots, mask, and black boxer briefs remained intact. “What the…you’ve gotta be kidding me” Robin sighed with disbelief, unable to deny the increased vulnerability of his situation as he raged against the metal clamps some more. “Sleep well?” Riddler asked as he appeared from behind the table, earning a sharp look from his captive. 

“Fuck you, you freak! Let me outta this!” Robin demanded with fiery frustration. “Name calling? How juvenile…definitely something a sidekick would do” Riddler taunted before producing a single pink feather, commanding Dick’s attention. “A feather? Really? What are you? A cartoon villain?” Robin tried to mock with a cocky laugh. “Such a big mouth for someone in such a compromising situation…” Riddler answered before moving back around behind the upright table, putting Dick on watch, his head turning back and forth to see what was happening until he saw the stiff, pink feather invade his left armpit. He tried to jerk away the other direction but the clamps wouldn’t give him more than half an inch, denying his attempt for escape until the feather started flicking around in the hairy opening. 

Dick clamped his mouth shut and looked forward with resistance as his biceps swelled to test the arm clamps again. He wouldn’t laugh. He refused. Riddler watched in uncharacteristic silence as Robin focused on controlling himself, practically already sweating as the single feather swished up and down on repeat. He white-knuckled his way through the pesky feather for nearly a minute despite its obvious effect but a second one soon appeared in his other armpit, surprising the vigilante and earning a sharper exhale from him through his nose. Dick’s whole sculpted body tensed up like steel, his cheeks growing redder by the second and his toes crunching in his boots to fight it but he couldn’t ignore the steady tickling, the maddening simplicity of the pair of feathers dancing around in his wide-open pits like they’d take all the time it took to crack the stubborn boy wonder. But being stubborn doesn’t make you any less ticklish. 

“...mhhAhAFuCK! SToOHP!” Robin finally shouted but the feathers didn’t obey, instead switching to winding circles in the very center of both exposed pits. “You can’t hide from me, Robin…a tough guy routine may work on the everyday thugs of Gotham but not me, not with a couple feathers at my disposal” Riddler teased as Dick’s angry outburst opened the gate for steady, forced laughter. “IimMGGoONnAaKIicCKkYYouURrAAASS! YyOuUHeEAARMmeE?!” Robin warned with a pearly smile he couldn’t control. “Kick my ass? You couldn’t even scratch your nose right now if you wanted to!” Riddler laughed as he continued making circle after circle in the naked pits, the mere light touch of the feathers enough to keep Dick giggling and prove he was indeed as ticklish as the question mark king said. 

Suddenly the feathers started down his sides, making Dick jerk against the table at the wave of fresh sensations and clench his jaw again but he couldn’t hold out more than a few seconds this time. “AhANNO! FFuUcCKKoOFF!!” Robin nearly growled but couldn’t keep an intimidating look, undermined by the pink feathers now gliding up and down from the waistband of his underwear to the bottom of his shoulders. All he could do was squirm and shimmy in place against the table, manipulated by the feathers teasing his defenseless upper body while The Riddler grinned with unique satisfaction from over his shoulder. 

“What kind of bird doesn’t fly or sing but laughs instead?” Riddler questioned over the flow of disgruntled giggling. “AohAEeaAATTmMMEEE!” “Maybe if you get it right, I’ll stop” “AhoAhAohAGH!” Robin fired back instead. “Come on…surely you know this one…I’m looking right at one” Riddler pressed as he let the feathers start tracing the lining of both pits, slinking along the insides of his muscly shoulders a few times before traveling back down his sides. “AoAoOK!! AaRROObBbIIN!” Dick gave in with a blow to his ego but anytime he could earn himself to think straight and strategize a way out would have to be worth it. 

“I figured an easy one was best to start with…I wouldn’t wanna overwhelm that pretty boy head of yours” Riddler teased as he walked in front of Dick. “Tickling isn’t going to make me go nuts like you did. You’re wasting your time!” “I guess that’s yet to be seen” Edward answered with a scheming grin like he wasn’t even a little concerned, as if he’d already won. “Where to go next…maybe an underrated spot, huh?” Riddler suggested before returning with his same feathers in hand as he pointed them toward Dick’s chest. “No! Get the fuck away from me!!” Robin protested until the delicate ends landed on his stiff nipples with the same simple strokes. 

“OooOHWohAOhOhSHIT! AohAAhANnOO!” was all Robin could say as the feathers caressed the points of his small pecs, already sending him squirming and jerking on the table again. “Don’t tell me that Batman didn’t give you any kind of tickle training? That’s gotta be superhero 101, right?” “OAhAohAKKiiSSmMYyAAhAAaSSS!!” “Such a charmer…” Riddler smirked as he began circling the nipples like he had in the pits and watched Dick’s tight body come alive more as the laughter in the room struggled to die down. The thin briefs did little to hide what the nipple play was causing downstairs but Robin didn’t even seem to notice, too busy grunting and fighting his restraints as the feathers tickled his chest painfully erect. 

“FFuUCckKIInGaAhASTtOOoOpP NniIGGmMAA!!” “The last person to call me that was in Arkham…sometimes I forget that’s even my real name until someone says it. Then it hits me like ELECTRICITY!” Riddler confessed with an exaggerated punctuation as he dropped the feathers and dove into the sides of Dick’s chest out of nowhere. “AahAOhAOhAAOhANNOOAohAOAH!! FFuUuCCkKAohAOHA!!” came barreling out of Robin with wide-eyed horror and he thrashed against the table with newfound overload as the stiff fingers drilled into the tops of his ribs and pecs. “There we go!” Riddler laughed with sadistic excitement as he milked the spot he’d locked into, watching Robin become instantly more desperate to get away and hearing his laughter balloon just like he’d anticipated. 

His laugh was a little dry but warm, strong for the most part but kept breaking with embarrassing cracks every five seconds or so. He refused to stop trying to control it, to try and choke it down despite how obviously ticklish he was but Dick had no real control here at all. That alone was enough to keep him pissed off. Robin’s gloved fists were itching to knock Riddler out, to punch him right in his twisted grin and that ticklish rage only multiplied when the vicious hands jumped into his armpits. “AAAhAHAHAFFUUUCK!” rang out in Two Face’s lair with thunderous panic and Dick’s eyes filled with unique terror, the crime fighter rocked by the direct assault on his delicious pits. 

“NnOOAoHAohAOhA!! MmoOOTTHHEERrRRFFUUuCCkkEERRAHAHA!! GGETTTOOOFFF!!” Dick raged with wilder laughter, unable to even try to bottle it like he had been until now with The Riddler’s fingers digging away. His throat swelled with angry veins and his nipples stiffened up again with the wave of increased stimulation, his body that of a weaponized man fighting his own weakness but his laughter was still 19, naturally buoyant and unable to hide that the tickling was getting the better of him. “What’s wrong, Dick? You’re looking a little worried there” Riddler taunted. “AAhoAohFFuUuCCkKYYoOUuAhAHA!! LLLEEETTTmMMEEGGooOAOHA!!” “You mean stop tickling you? Stop playing around in these gorgeous armpits of yours?” “AHAOhAYYYEESS!!” “Why on earth would I do that?” Riddler challenged with a playfully vicious smile before the intense digging suddenly became 10 loose fingers spidedering around in his pits. 

“AAhAohAnNoO! aohAOhAGGoODDAAMMiitTTAOaHA!” “Even the light tickling does it for you, huh, kid? Wow” Riddler added as Robin jerked around the best he could and strained against the arm clamps more, desperate to protect his tender pits that were starting to glow pink from the prolonged attention. “I actually skipped lunch today. You don’t mind if I grab a quick snack, do you?” Riddler asked. “AAwWWHhAAT?!” Robin asked before Edward’s tongue started snaking between his chest, tickling far more than Dick could’ve anticipated. “AAH! AAHAHA!! AHAHANNOoO! DDooOnNTTFFuUuCCkKIiInNGgLLiiCCkKMMEEE!!” Dick argued with his laugh breaking into ticklish shrieks as Riddler’s tongue moved over to his right nipple to slurp on it, playing with the stiff tip with his tongue and sucking just enough with his lips to make sure Dick couldn’t shake him off. 

“AAhANOO! NOO!! AOhAOHAFFUUCCkK! AhA! FFuUuCCkKiiNnGGPpSSYyCCChOO!!” was all a rowdy Robin could say with his armpits totally dominated and his nipples suddenly suffering the strangest tickling he’d ever seen. Nigma recognized that macho sensibilities in Dick, the traditional ideas he likely held that were so easily violated to unsettle the confident stud as much as tickle him. As Riddler moved over to the other side of his chest and took as much of his pec as he could in his mouth while still annihilating the pits, Dick tried to think of a way to outsmart him. If he couldn’t break free of the trap, he’d have to figure out something else that would earn his freedom, something that would end the hellacious tickling. 

“AhoAohACCoOOmMeEoOON!! KKKEEEpPpTTiICCkklIINnGGmMEE!! IILLloOoOVVEEiIiTT!!” Robin proclaimed through his rampant laughter and just like he’d hoped, it slowed the fingers in his pits and convinced Riddler to stop tonguing his nipples. “Really? You love being tickled?” Edward questioned with a curious expression like he was calling Dick’s bluff. “...yeah…yeah, I love it, alright? I just didn’t wanna say it before…Batman wouldn’t want me admitting that kind of thing, ya know?” Robin explained as he caught his breath with adrenaline still in his eyes behind the mask. “No, I imagine the bat wouldn’t want that out there either but…if you really do love it, I’m more than happy to keep going” Riddler offered with a clever smile as he squatted in front of Dick’s boots, triggering a momentary flash of ‘oh shit’ from Robin. 

Riddler grabbed the left boot and with one quick tug, yanked it off, revealing the lack of socks that Dick was suddenly regretting. Robin watched with mounting dread as Riddler made quick work of his other boot while he took the time to assess his situation some more, looking for an escape route, knowing Batman would’ve found one by now. But a sudden jolt up his body directed his attention back down to his now bare feet as Nigma started spidering along the fresh soles. “OoohAohAoOohASshhIITtooOhAOhAOkoOK!” “I thought you loved it?” “AhoAAhJJuUSSTWwAAIiT!” “Wait on what? You really think I’d fall for a reverse psychology play? You thought if I knew you liked tickling, that I’d stop? Tsk…tsk…you’re no Batman are you? Not with those lousy mind games” Riddler teased as his fingers danced a little faster on the helpless feet. “AhAhAANnO! ANNOoAOaoh!! CCOoMmEEOONN!! GGGeETToOOoFFmMYyfFEEET!!” Dick howled with new power as the clawing fingers milked his worst spot, grazing and scratching across the supple soles with minimal effort. 

Dick’s face scrunched and stretched into exaggerated expressions like he’d never made a day in his life, his mouth forced wide open and his eyes clenching shut to endure the horrible tickling only to reopen and see Riddler still scratching away at his captive feet. “Here I was thinking superheroes would probably have rough, tough feet…guess I was wrong. Yours are as smooth as butter” Edward pointed out with another devious smile as his technique shifted a little, this time going after the base of Dick’s bubbly toes with tight, curled fingers like his own claws. “AAhAHAHANNOO!! AOhAOHAFFUUuCCKK!! AOhAOHAFFUUCCKKiinNnGGAHAHASSTToHoHOPP!!” Dick nearly screamed with a look of shock on his face, like he couldn’t believe his feet were actually that ticklish. 

“Oh, if Batman could see you now…his protege laughing like a lunatic, like he’s the one that belongs in Arkham” Riddler teased. “AAHAOhYYoOuuU’RRESsSSoOoFFuUuCCkKiINnnGGAHAHA DDEEEAAD!!” “No point in trying to intimidate me, Robin…you’re about as scary as a house fly right now” Riddler expertly taunted as he relished the scene he’d crafted for himself, destroying Dick’s divine feet with supreme pleasure. “LLLLEEETTmMMEEGGOOO!! AOhAOHEEnNoOoUGGHH!!! AAhAAGAHHAFFUUCCKK!!” Robin roared with sharp squeals breaking through his tortured laughter, losing his mind over the relentless scratching across his peachy arches. 

Dick’s whole body glistened with sweat as he shook on the table, his fists still clenched in the black gloves and his cheeks sore from such unnatural amounts of laughter but it never ended. The Riddler was more ruthless than Dick had imagined possible; he’d underestimated him like the commissioner had warned not to. The relentless fingers soon started even exploring the tops of his feet, getting another surprised spike in Dick’s reaction as his feet flexed and wiggled around trying to avoid the new technique. “NnOO! AohOhaAohACCOOmMmEEEoOONN!! JJuUSSTtSSTTohOHPP!!” Robin shouted with newfound humility breaking through his voice as Edward spidered across the pale tops and watched the beautiful feet flail around but never get away. 

The Riddler could feel defeat in the air, he could hear it in Robin’s increasing desperation. His once robust, vibrant laughter now barely lasted a few seconds before becoming a shriek or a squeal that bled into another rolling outburst. The cocky hero that’d been captured earlier in the night couldn’t hurl a mouthy insult if he wanted, overwhelmed by the fingers obsessed with tickling his crime-fighting feet to no end. The minor arousal that’d grown in his briefs was now a full tent, leaking through the black material with premature excitement that Dick seemed to have no control over, his perpetual horniness triggered by the intense tickling.

“I’ll give you one more riddle. If you solve it, I'll let you go” Edward announced as he left the tops of Dick’s feet and let the young hero relax. “Ok…ok, what is it?” he asked, his exhaustion unable to hide behind his mask. “What has more than enough but still takes from everyone?” Riddler posed, getting Dick’s wheels turning. “Tick..tock…tick…tock” Riddler pressed. “Just give me a second!” “Tick…tock…tick…tock. Oop! Time’s up!” “No! Wait! I can get it!” “Too slow, Robin. The answer is Gotham City, the place you defend every night, the same place that is going to be where you are beaten by me” Edward explained with another sharp smile. 

“NO! I swear to God, I’m gonna fucking kAhoAohAohAAOhAOHAAAHAOHA!!!” Dick absolutely exploded. He had no choice. The Riddler held the left foot in place and nibbled on the balls and side with sloppy enthusiasm, making wide grazing chomps across the savory flesh while his other hand clawed along the undersides of the opposite toes. “AAAHAhA!! AhoANNOoNNOOO!! AohAOhAOhAOOkOOK!! AOhAOhAAhAPPLLLEEAASSEE!! aohAOHAOHAAOhPLLLEEAASSEE!! SSTTOoOPPTTiICCKKLiINNGGmMEEAAHAHAHA!!!” Robin finally begged as Riddler nibbled and slurped on his tasty foot with untamed hunger, driving the nearly naked sidekick into humiliating hysteria. 

Drowning in his own distraught, delirious laughter, Robin’s cock poured pre-cum down his thigh, with no helping hand or mouth to actually help him finish. The agony of being so close but never being able to get off and having his feet devoured and his luscious toes tickled all at the same time was too much for Dick. His chiseled face had been puppeteered into a permanent smile and ticklish tears welled behind his mask with screaming, breathless laughter breaking through every few seconds. “AAAhahA!! AohAONNOnNOoAOhAAPPLLLEEAASSEE!! AAAHaHOAhAAPPLLLEEeEAASSEE SSTTOHoHOHOOPPP!!” Robin had been broken and The Riddler had won. Edward figured Batman would show up at some point and save the day but by that point, Dick may actually be just as mad as The Riddler.