ssing a massive, heavily muscled chest. He was wearing light
workout gloves, the kind that boxers use to work the heavy bag.
"It looks like Batman keeps you iy good shape," the Piper
sneered, as he ran his hand up and down the ridges of Robin' s sharply
defined abs. "Let' s see how good. I' m going to give those abs of yours a
workout. I' ll stop anytime you like. All you have to do is ask me. But I
have to warn you. Remember those high-school boys you swooped in to
rescue? Well, I kept one of them. Take a look." Behind the Piper, a TV
monitor embedded in the wall suddenly came of life, showing a closed-circuit
picture of one of the kideens. He was tethered to a wall exactly
like Robin. Twe, half-naked men stood in front of the boy.
"Now as soon as you ask me to stop, those two gentlemen in my employ
will begin using our young friend there as a pung bag. He' s in good
shape but he' s no Boy Wonder, I don' t think he' ll last very long. So do we
uand? Good. Now let' s begin."
With that, the Piper cocked his left arm and fired a powerful jab
directly into Robin' s solar plexus. The blow took him by surprise and
khe wind out of him.
"Yoing to have to do better than that," chuckled the Piper. "Now
tighten your abs and trate."
Robin did as the Piper instructed and tightened his abs. The Piper
began throwis, rights, jabs, and uppercuts into the Boy Wonder' s
mid-se. "You' re abs are wonderful, everything I hoped they' d be,"
said the Piper. Let' s turn it up a notch."
The Piper stepped back slightly and started throwing his full body
weight into every punch. First he' d aim low, at the soft belly just above
Robin' s pubis. Pow! Thehrow a cross body punto the meat of
Robin' s abs. Wham! Then he' s follow up with an uppercut into the solar
plexus, bringing his fist up into Robin' s