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Dick and Jason stood low, ready for Duke to give the signal. The Bat Boys were doing some training and had decided to make it tourney style. Damian sat in the Batman’s chair, bored out of his mind. He had already won over the boys with his superior combat skills, but now they were playing for second. The two eldest had already won two matches each, but decided a tie breaker was needed.
“Let’s make this interesting, Dickie. Loser wears something embarrassing on tonight’s patrol that the winner picks out?”
“Be prepared to be patrolling in a sparkly leotard tonight then,” he said with a smirk.
“And why exactly do you have a sparkly leotard on hand?” All of them raised their eyebrows in a teasing manner at him.
“Gift from Kory,” Dick replied with a teasing wink. “Shall we?”
“Ready…. Go!” Damian called out.
The two lunged at each other. Jason went for a few straight punches straight out the bat. Dick deftly dodged them, his fancy footwork making the second Robin stumble forward trying to keep up. Dick used that opportunity to leap over his opponent, fully intending to kick him at the top of his arch. Jason was prepared for it - that was a typical Flying Grayson move. He rolled forward, avoiding the kick.
He went for a sweeping kick the second Dick landed, but he leapt out of the way again. He threw a few punches of his own, which Jason dodged. Jason went in for a gut punch that barely missed. One of Dick’s kicks hit his leg, sending him to one knee. Before Dick could knock him flat on the ground, Jason spun out, sweeping Dick’s legs and knocking his ass to the floor with a hard thud.
Winner - Jason Todd.
Jason stood over Dick, with a shit eating grin on his face. Dick didn’t know what Jason had prepped for tonight, but it wasn’t typical for him to be that… giddy. It was unsettling.
***
Nightwing made a face. His outfit for tonight was tight. Really tight. His usual costume was pretty tight as is, but this was next level. It also had multiple seams that rubbed up against his body in all the wrong ways. It didn’t look all that different from his regular suit, still had his blue emblem printed across his chest. Still had that familiar grip on his muscles, and the proper lift and support to his hefty bottom…. Just a bit tighter. A bit more restrictive.
The only thing that was mandated for tonight that was even remotely embarrassing was the fact that he was going commando. Jason made it explicitly clear that he was not allowing Dick to wear anything under his suit. Which wasn’t the worst thing. On many a laundry day, he’d sometimes forgo underwear. It was just a thing vigilantes did.
“I don’t get it. Did you just shrink wrap my costume or something? I don’t see how this is particularly ‘embarrassing.’”
Red Hood said nothing and just stepped up to his companion. His mask covered his face, but Nightwing could feel the energy behind it. It was that same feeling when Jason was smiling far too big at him. Before he could say anything, in the flash of an eye his arms were now bare. In Jason’s hands were the scraps of the sleeves that he casually just tossed to the ground.
“If it didn’t click,” Red Hood said with a certain smugness only an asshole could pull off. “This is a tearaway costume. Had it ordered when we thought we were going to be the entertainment for Selina’s bachelorette party. Good luck tonight.”
Nightwing could practically feel Jason winking through the mask before he leapt off to the next building. The cold Gotham air gave him goosebumps on his now exposed arms. He shivered for a bit, before moving on to the building in the opposite direction Red Hood went.
“So that’s your game, Jason,” he said under his breath. “Well joke’s on you. I’m keeping my costume on for the rest of the night.”
“Don’t be so sure about that, Nightwing,” Robin said, emerging from the shadows. Damian didn’t let them catch him smiling too often - even though they all knew he was a softy behind that intense exterior - but this smile was just like Jason’s. It was unsettlingly creepy.
A throwing star was hurled in his direction. Nightwing’s eyes bugged under his mask as he flipped out of the way. With how tight the suit was, he was actually a little thankful for Jason taking the sleeves off first. It gave him far more mobility in his arms than had they been trapped in the constricting fabric. He dodged another throwing star, and hooked an escrima stick around a rail.
He repelled down the building. Of course, Robin was hot on his trail. Seconds after he landed on the ground, Robin was there too. With his katana raised, he swung at Nightwing’s chest. He sliced the suit right below his pecs, turning it into a cropped top and exposing his abs.
“Robin! What the hell!” Nightwing looked down at himself, inspecting the damage. It was a clean cut. Only fabric torn, no nicks or cuts as expected from the second best combatant of the Bat Fam. He looked up, ready to yell at Robin, but the younger hero had already disappeared.
He stood on the sidewalk with his escrima sticks drawn. He knew he looked a little silly with his sleeveless crop top, but it wasn’t anything too bad. So long as he didn’t lose his bottoms then everything would be fine. Nightwing was an independent hero. A former Batman, leader of the Titans, he could handle anything – especially his brothers. That was until he heard the revving of a motorcycle come up from behind him.
Nightwing leapt out of the way at the last second as Signal slid into a screeching halt on his bike. “Evening, Nightwing,” he said casually. Dick just stared at him, prepped for any sudden movements. “Oh, please. We all know I’m not on your level of combat yet. I don’t even have to do much.”
“Come on Signal. What did Red Hood promise you for helping him?” Nightwing asked. He knew his dignity was on the line, and he’d do anything to keep it even if he had to beg and bargain for it. “I could pay you, you know. No point in having all this money without putting it to good use.”
Duke shook his head. “He didn’t offer anything except for the opportunity to see you booty ass naked out and about. No amount of money could make me pass that up.”
“Don’t you have x-ray vision? You could literally see me at any time you want.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Er… uh….”
“Thought not,” Signal said.
He tilted his head, as if pondering something for a moment. All of a sudden, Nightwing felt a chill all over. He looked down at himself, and his worst fears were confirmed. Signal had used his shadow and light travel to strip off his costume, leaving the older hero in nothing but a little bib with his logo and a very scant pair of trunks that barely contained his thick thighs and shapely ass.
“That’s not fair!” Nightwing complained with an uncharacteristically unmanly whine. “I can’t defend myself against your speed stepping!”
“That’s the point,” Signal said with a smile. He saluted and drove off, leaving Nightwing coughing up his dust.
Nightwing looked down at his sad state of what remained of his suit. At least he still had shorts. Very tiny shorts that barely would be considered modest for a typical gym goer. And in Bludhaven he definitely noticed how shorts those went. His pecs were now on display too with the bib molded just around his clavicle and keeping the blue of his logo spread across his wide chest.
He stomped on the ground, with an undignified yell. He wasn’t even sure if getting to keep his boots was a blessing or not. If anything, it just made him look more of a slut than he actually was. Nightwing heard a commotion from around the corner. Exhaling sharply from his nose, he stretched out his neck and rolled his shoulders back. Dignity would have to come second. There was crime to fight.
It was a simple mugging. He didn’t really even have to do much. Especially when a vigilante in tiny short shorts came running towards you, it didn’t give the would-be muggers much time to react. Nightwing knocked them to the ground with a few well placed kicks and swings of his electrified escrima sticks.
“I believe this is yours?” He offered the backpack to the victim. The victim looked at Nightwing with wide eyes. He couldn’t help but take a very long and very obvious look at the whole package, extra emphasis on the package. While he was known as Bludhaven’s Booty, a lot of people forgot that Dick was very aptly named. This fact was made obvious by how tight the short shorts clung to his frame.
The guy took his backpack from the hero and gulped, drawing his eyes back up to Nightwing’s face. “Uh… thanks. Any way I can repay you?” he asked with a deep timbre in his voice.
Nightwing blushed, and took a step back. He made a small face when he felt his bulge jiggle with his step. “I appreciate the offer, but I am straight. Mostly. Stay safe out there!” He dashed away with an awkward grimace. He could feel his butt cheeks bounce and wobble as he ran away from the civilian who had hurriedly pulled his phone out to capture the memory for later tonight.
He needed to get back to a higher elevation. Being at the ground level wasn’t very helpful for patrolling, and with his state of dress he did not need more people seeing him. Nightwing quickly scaled up a building, ignoring the catcall from across the way as some guy had taken a glance out his window and saw those glorious cheeks of his spilling out of the shorts. He flipped onto the roof, landing softly.
“It always amazes me how you can move like that,” Red Robin said, leaning against a dovecote. “All that thickness but still fluid and flexible.”
Nightwing groaned. He just wanted to finish his patrol in peace. “Just leave me alone, Tim. Isn’t this embarrassment enough?” He dodged three birdarangs quickly, dropping to the ground. “Hey! Watch it! You almost castrated me!”
“Oh please, you know my aim is good.” Tim leapt over the raised ceiling, swinging his bo staff with precision. Nightwing rolled out of the way. He went on the defensive, shielding himself from the strikes while Red Robin dual wielded his staff in one hand and a birdarang in the other.
They traded blows, blocking and swinging. Just when it looked like Nightwing would come on top, he made a fatal error. He went left when he should have gone right. In a moment, the tiny shorts that provided him the last vestiges of modesty were dangling from Red Robin’s birdarang. Dick Grayson was now on a rooftop, completely naked except for his mask, his logo, and his boots.
He glared at Tim, while Jason, Damian, and Duke all came up from various other points on the roof. All of them were laughing at his nudity. Even Damian couldn’t help the smirk on his face. “Lookin’ good Grayson,” Jason said. “You should patrol like this more often. I bet Barb and Kory would love it.”
“Already triangulating satellites and enjoying the view,” chirped in Oracle through all of their ear pieces. Dick’s just blushed furiously as he finally moved to cover his front bits. Obviously he knew his ass was still out, but absolutely nothing would’ve covered those globes so he didn’t even bother.
“Alright, everyone’s had their laughs. Can I get dressed now?”
Jason’s face fell deadly serious. “What? No. You lost the bet. You’re wearing something embarrassing for the entire patrol. That’s what we established.”
“I’m not doing the patrol naked, Jason,” Dick threatened. “It’s humiliating! Also… I’d get arrested!”
“Leave the cops to us. Just stay naked for the rest of the night, and you’ll be golden Wonder Boy,” Tim teased.
“No. Nuh-uh. Not happening.”
“I thought you were a free spirit Grayson? Where’s that circus confidence now?” Duke chimed in.
“I’m certain no one in Gotham would be complaining,” Damian added. “We all know how Bludhaven feels about you. We’ve all seen the message boards.”
“ Guys. I’m not patrolling naked! End of story!”
“I thought you’d say that. Duke?”
Nightwing turned to Signal, unsure of what was going to happen next. Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin turned their eyes away as Signal began to strobe lights around his entire body. The lights flickered and glowed at specific intervals, making Dick squint. It was blinding brightness repeating in a pattern that started to make his head hurt. He was vaguely aware that the other three were next to him, whispering something in his ears. But he couldn’t focus. Try as he might to look away, to shut his eyes, to do something , he found himself mesmerized by the dazzling display of lights.
With one final flash of blinding white light, Dick’s vision went black.
***
There was a break in at a jewelry store. The group of robbers grabbed what they could and tried exiting through the broken window. They stopped in their tracks as they saw what was waiting for them outside. Nightwing stood, confident. His escrima sticks crackling with electricity. A cocky smile on his face. And not a stitch of clothing on him.
“Aw, for me? You shouldn’t have.”
They didn’t have time to react properly before he flung one of the sticks, and went on the offensive. As criminals they’d seen some shit in their fair day but never on their lives would they imagine a naked superhero saving the day. Nightwing fought without care, letting his dick swing freely, bouncing along with his butt and his pecs with every movement. He took them out with precision, and one was lucky enough to get a face full of his glorious booty cheeks when the hero used his thighs to smother him.
From a nearby rooftop, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were laughing together. It was a nice brotherly bonding session at the expense of the eldest. Duke’s light trick had worked amazingly. They had already watched the naked Nightwing take down some goons and gang members with nothing more than his escrima stick. And thanks to a little help from Oracle, none of that footage was making it online.
When all the criminals were tied up and apprehended, Nightwing gave a wave to the group of shocked civilians across the way. His dick waved too with his motions. The civilians continued to stare, mouths dropped, as he grappled away, giving them a view of his juicy ass fading from their view. The Bat Boys couldn’t help but keel over in laughter. By the end of the night, Nightwing would have the foggiest recollection of his public nudity, as if it were a dream. But they’d remember every intimate bit of it.
When Batman learned of their little bet and prank (because he always knows everything), he decided to flip the tables and have some fun himself. Using a modified version of Jervis Tetch’s Hatter tech, he got all of the boys to do their next patrol naked. Jason with only his mask and holsters. Tim in his harness, gloves, and cape. Damian with his tunic, but opened up in a way that covered absolutely nothing. Duke with nothing but his helmet. Of course, he didn’t want Dick to feel left out so naturally he was naked too.
It was a strange day in Gotham indeed when Batman came out for his regular nightly outings flanked by five naked vigilantes in their prime. Rumors say it was the first time Batman had a smile on his face the whole time.
And that terrified people more than anything else.