Dr. Obesus laughed evilly to himself as he picked his first target, Bludhaven’s own vigilante, Nightwing. Nightwing was known for his hot body, hard muscle, and skintight black suit that accentuated his sexy bubble butt. He had dozens of fans that ogled him, drooling over his abs and handsome, boyish features.
Dr. Obesus thought that needed to change. Smiling wickedly, he strapped on the Blob Belt and made his way to Bludhaven…
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Nightwing silently lept from rooftop to rooftop during his nightly patrol. Crime was pretty slow these days, but he had been taught to follow this rigorous routine by his former mentor, Batman. Even though he no longer followed him, he still followed his example, to an extent.
Dick’s body of course was honed through his exercise. He didn’t like to brag, but he was quite proud of his muscle. He knew how tight his body was. Especially his glutes, which tended to gather a lot of attention. Not that he minded of course.
During this particular patrol, he felt somewhat uneasy, as if he was being watched. He stopped on a roof and looked around uneasy. Unbeknownst to him, Dr. Obesus was hidden in the shadows out of sight, waiting for his chance to strike. Cautiously, Dick withdrew his batons and held them in a fighting stance. “Is anyone there?” He asked, as he watched.
There was no reply but silence. Dick waited for a few more moments before relaxing. It wasn’t like him to get this nervous. Maybe some of Bruce’s paranoia had rubbed off on him. He sighed, turned, and stretched, figuring the danger was gone. Maybe he ought to take a vacation sometime, or at least consider staying with the Titans for a while. That normally took his mind off things.
Dr. Obesus saw the perfect opportunity and took it while Dick faced away from him. Grinning, he fired his Blob Belt at the youth, striking him in the back. Dick yelped and spun around, looking for the cause. Dr. Obesus quickly hid again, but now Nightwing was aware that there was something there. He rubbed the spot on his back as he looked for the source. Something had hit him, but he didn’t know what…
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