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Hello!  I always thought that my next male omorashi story would be about Tim Drake, but I got requested to do a Nightwing story!  It's actually been a long time since I've done a male omo story (and just generally a long time since I've done anything really), but here it is, finally, after just so so so many set backs.

 

 

“Looks like I’m going to be late.  The ‘boss’ is not going to be happy.”  Nightwing laughed.  The former boy wonder raced through the streets of Gotham atop his motorcycle, effortlessly navigating through alleyways and backstreets of his former home. 

 

            “I’m sorry,” a bubbly voice spoke over his headset.  “I didn’t mean to keep you that long.” 

           

            “Don’t be sorry.”  Dick grinned, “I definitely don’t regret a second, Star.”

 

            “I’m glad, Dick.  Let us hope you feel the same after meeting with Batman.” 

 

            “Trust me; not even Brother Blood could ruin my mood tonight.”

 

            “Well, it is nice to see that I have such a positive effect on you.”  Starfire laughed.

 

            “It is, and you do.  But I’m approaching the cave now, so I better let you go.”  Nightwing was coming upon a steep cliff face with a waterfall cascading down its side.  The hero, however, showed no sign of slowing as he approached the chasm separating him from the cliff.  In fact, he accelerated even faster.  He urged his bike into the air, leaving the ground behind as he soared towards the cliff.

 

            “Good luck and send Damian my regards.”

 

            “Will do.  Bye, Star.”

 

            “Bye, Dick.”

 

            Just before Nightwing’s bike would have collided with the cliff face, the might veil of water divided before him, opening up to reveal a cave entrance.  Nightwing’s bike landed inside the cave flawlessly.  The waterfall closed behind him, and elaborate mechanical structures sealed the stony cliff behind him.  A long narrow cave corridor with a bright electronic light at the very end stretched before Nightwing.

 

            “You’re late.”  An irritated voice spoke from the shadows.

 

            “Oh, hi, Damian.”  Dick grinned.  He wondered just how long Damian had been waiting for him to arrive.  “Starfire says hi, by the way.”

 

            Damian Wayne, the blood son of Batman and all-around general terror.  The resemblance to his father was uncanny; even at his young age, Damian had mastered Bruce’s scowl.  Perfected even.  Though he had his mother’s green eyes, the way they rested and studied everyone was purely his father’s.  “Oh, you were with her.”  He rolled his eyes.  “I would have assumed you might have been doing something worthwhile with your time if you were keeping father waiting.  Clearly, I have overestimated you.”

 

            “Trust me; you will understand when you get older.”  Nightwing smiled, trying to imagine Damian expressing romantic attraction to anyone.  Dick hoped that Damian knew that the hearts you give your date on valentine are meant to be candy ones.

 

            “I don’t need to be older to understand your priorities lie in base urges rather than our mission.” 

 

            Speaking of base urges…  Nightwing couldn’t help but bounce his leg slightly.  He was quickly becoming aware of a somewhat pressing need developing in his bladder.  That wasn’t quite here nor there, at the moment, though.  “Our mission?  Gotham isn’t my city anymore, Damian.  Blüdhaven is my mission.  I’m here as a favor.”  Perhaps Dick’s predicament was making him a tad more snippy than he meant to be.

 

            Damian scoffed under his breath.  “Blüdhaven, Gotham, it’s all the same.  We’re the reason criminal breathe easier when the sun comes up.”

 

            “Huh, I guess it makes sense that at least one Robin would actually listen to Bruce’s lectures,”  Dick smirked.  “I prefer to think of it as we’re the reason people can still breathe easy when the sun goes down.  But to each their own, I guess.”  And I, for one, would breathe easier if I could use the bathroom before listening to any more of this recycled lecture.

 

            “Your optimism is refreshing.”  Damian led the way to Bruce.  Dick wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

           

            The narrow tunnel opened up to a massive underground base.  The Batcave.  High above their heads in the darkest parts of the cave rustled the occasional bat that used to make Dick feel anxious when he first joined Bruce’s crusade.  Stretching across the cave were the trophies of Bruce’s victories: Freeze’s gun, Two-Face’s coin, Joker’s playing card, a ridiculously giant penny, and a freaking animatronic dinosaur just to name a few.  In the distance was a collection of Bruce’s fleet of bat-themed vehicles.  In the center of the room was the Bat Computer, a massive collection of monitors and devices that compromised the most powerful computer this side of the Watchtower.  Sitting at its seat was the Bat himself.

 

            “You’re late,”  Bruce said without looking back.  Bruce was a sight to behold when the façade of the billionaire playboy fell away; all that was left was the imposing presence of one of the most dangerous men on the planet.  Bruce was dressed in the batsuit, but his cowl hung around his neck, revealing his jet black hair, and his stern, brooding face.

 

            Dick leaned over towards Damian.  “You really are your father's son.”

 

            “And you better not forget it.  I am the true hei-”

 

            “Yes, yes.  The true heir to your father’s mantle.   I assure you, we are all well aware.”  Alfred interrupted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.  “Master Richard, it is good to see you again.” 

 

            “Alfred!”  Nightwing hugged him.  “How have you been?”

 

            “As well as I can be, I suppose.  Though between the two brooding heroes, I don’t know how it is that I have any remaining hair.” 

 

            “Trust me; I know how much these two make you want to pull out your hair.” 

 

            “If you are quite done, fraternizing, I believe father intends to begin the stakeout,”  Damian interjected, obviously impatient to begin working.

 

            “Right.  Remind me who we are watching again?”  Nightwing leaned over Bruce’s chair to see the monitor.

 

            “Black Mask,”  Bruce spoke up.  “I believe he has gone beyond simple drug and arms dealings to something else entirely.” 

 

            “I don’t suppose ‘something else’ means philanthropy?”

 

            Bruce ignored Dick’s joke.  “I trust you are ready?”

 

            “Always,”  Damian spoke up. 

 

            “And here I was hoping to have time for one of Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches.”  And a bathroom.  Dick shifted his weight slightly.  “But, I guess there is always time afterward, right, Alfred?”

 

            “Indeed, master Richard.  Please ensure the two Wayne’s don’t stir up too much trouble for themselves while you are out.”

 

            And there was the reason Dick was even here in the first place.  Batman didn’t need a Nightwing and a Robin to handle a stakeout.  Unfortunately, however, the world’s greatest detective still hasn’t quite uncovered any leads on how to connect with his son.  At least not like Dick has.  Of course, Dick came to help, he knew just as much as Bruce, and in some ways, even more, just how much a child needs a parent.

 

            “We are more than capable of handling ourselves.”  Damian sneered, but his heart wasn’t in it.

 

 

            Damian shuffled his feet slightly.  He kept his eyes on the factory across from the rooftop he was perched on.  His legs trembled slightly.  He grit his teeth in an effort to regain control of his own body.  It didn’t take Batman to know the poor kid needed to use the bathroom.  The three heroes had been watching the factory for any activity for two hours already, and Dick wagered that he had probably already needed to use the restroom when they had left.

 

            Dick wasn’t in a much better position himself.  Thankfully, with Bruce focused on trying to connect with his son, Dick was allowed a little more privacy as he bounced from foot to foot.  It’s not like he was ever very skilled at staying still normally anyway. 

 

            “Damian, you are losing focus.”  Bruce broke the silence.

 

            “I’m not losing focus.  I am just…”

 

            “Just what?”

 

            “Nothing.  Just let me get back to the task at hand.”  Damian shot back, a little harshly, even for him.

 

            Bruce backed off but continued to cast concerned glances at his son. 

 

            Damian continued to fidget despite his best efforts.  It must really be an emergency if the kid who was raised by ninja assassins can’t keep still.  Dick mused to himself.  Even ignoring his current predicament, Dick was familiar with what Damian was going through.  He had become Robin when he was even younger than Damian after all.  Honestly, it was amazing he made it out of any of the early stakeouts with dry tights at all.  The problem was, he had no idea how to help Damian now without embarrassing him in front of Bruce.   Dick sighed.  He would have to let the situation ride itself out.

            Barely ten minutes had crawled by, and Damian could scarcely keep himself from dancing in place.  His legs buckled beneath him.  His hands had spent the better half of the night clenched tightly into fists that rested stiffly at his sides.  All at once, his body froze for a moment before jerking back violently. 

 

            “Damian, what’s wrong?”  Bruce demanded. 

 

            “Alright!”  Damian blushed furiously.  “I need to… relieve myself.”  He spat out the words distastefully. 

 

            “Why didn’t you… go before we went out.”

 

            “I was… preparing for the mission.”

 

            He was waiting for me.  Great.  This is my fault.  Dick frowned.  “I- I can watch the factory on my own for a little bit.  It’s not like we need three sets of eyes anyway.” 

 

            “Right.”  Bruce agreed hesitantly.  “Come with me, Damian.”  Bruce guided his son off the rooftop. 

 

            “Now, when do I get to take my bathroom break?”  Dick wondered aloud; his eyes drifted to the corner of the roof.  Bruce would know.  Bruce, of course, had a strict policy against urinating on rooftops no matter how urgent the need was.  Like I said: it’s a wonder how I made it through any of the early stakeouts with dry tights. 

 

            The need was growing urgent, though.  While Bruce was helping Damian sneak into a public restroom somewhere, Dick was stuck watching Black Mask’s men listlessly mill about the factory.  Whatever was going down tonight had the men almost as antsy as Dick.  Of course, they probably have a bathroom they can go to when they need it.  I mean, Black Mask is a monster, but he’s not a MONSTER. 

 

            Dick couldn’t keep himself still.  He was a world-class acrobat, a hero trained by Batman himself, and most importantly, an adult, but he still couldn’t stop himself from “potty dancing” like a little kid.  With Bruce and Damian gone, he no longer felt the need to keep up any pretense that he wasn’t completely dying to pee.  He openly grabbed himself.  He hopped from foot to foot.  Crossed his legs and uncrossed them again.  He felt like he would explode at any minute. 

 

            The last time Dick felt this close to having an accident… well, he did.  He couldn’t keep himself from blushing at the memory of a mission with Barbara that had gone wildly wrong.  In his defense, Ivy’s mind control didn’t exactly prioritize the bodily functions of who she controlled.  Besides, did Babs really need to kick him in the stomach? 

 

            “Feeling antsy, Nightwing?”  Damian asked.

 

            Dick jumped.  He hadn’t heard them return.  “Uh, yeah.  Just trying to keep limber.”  Great now I can take my turn at the bathroo- wait is that?  “What’s Bane doing here?”

 

            “Looks like I was right.  Black Mask has broadened his operations to include moving venom.”

 

            “Oh, I see.  When you said Black Mask had gone beyond drugs and arms, what you really meant was that he just combined the two.”

 

            “I hardly see what the big deal is.  I’ve fought much stronger opponents than Bane, father.”

 

            “Don’t underestimate Bane.  He’s more than just muscle.  He’s an expert combatant and master strategist.” 

 

            “Master strategists or not, I imagine it’s safe to say that if you knew Black Mask might be dabbling in venom sales, you have a plan on how to handle him.” 

 

            To answer, Bruce produced a vial of blue liquid.  “This should reverse the effects of venom and prevent Bane’s muscles from absorbing anymore.” 

 

            “Great.  Inject him, and let’s kick his butt and get this over with.”

 

            “It’s not that simple.  The drug will take time to take effect.  We need to keep him busy while his system absorbs it.”

 

            “Great, so we piss him off with a little prick and then let him rampage until he tuckers himself out.  Can’t wait.”

 

            “If you aren’t up to the task, father and I are more than capable of dealing with Bane ourselves.”

 

            “Don’t sound too eager to get rid of me.”  Dick rolled his eyes.  “I’m just a little disappointed I don’t wear a cape anymore.  I’ve always wanted to try bullfighting, but it always seemed so inhumane.  But Bane would completely circumvent the whole ethical dilemma.” 

 

            “Alright, let’s move in.  Nightwing, Robin, and I will draw his attention.  He won’t expect you to be there; while he’s distracted, you will inject him with the compound after that you and Robin take care of the men while I handle Bane.  Understood.”

 

            “Understood.”  Damian and Dick agreed.  The three moved into position, Nightwing hid in the rafters while Bruce and Robin flanked Bane. 

           

            “Ah, Batman.  I was wondering when you would arrive.  And you brought my men a plaything I see.”  Bane taunted.

 

            “But wait, there’s more,”  Nightwing called out.  He dropped on Bane’s back and injected the compound into his neck.  Before Bane could react, Nightwing flipped backward off the hulking man. 

            “Nightwing, I see you are here too.”  Bane kept his voice even as he swung his fist at Nightwing.  Dick ducked beneath the fist and moved out of Bane’s reach.  “No matter, the three of you are no match for me.”

 

            “You know, I’ve had a lot of bad guys tell me I was no match for them.  I don’t think any of them ever managed to beat me.  Granted, I don’t think I’ve ever really been beaten by a bad guy in general.  Just saying, maybe the odds aren’t in your favor.”  Dick shot back.

 

            “Nightwing, Damian, fall back.  Bane is mine.” 

 

            “Sure thing, boss-man.”  Nightwing moved to intercept the charging henchman.  At least now, I have an excuse to dance around.  I might be bouncing around, but I can’t correctly use the same aerial techniques that I’m used to.  Mostly just awkward low angles and whatever clumsy footwork keeps my suit dry.  Move over Drunken master style, trying not to pee my pants style is here to… well, just here.

           

“So I’ve got to ask?  Are you Bane’s men or Black Mask’s?”  Nightwing quipped as he danced around the thugs.  “I only ask because, with Two-Face and Penguin, you know who you’re dealing with.”   He jabbed his escrima stick into a thugs solar plexus, knocking him out of the fight.  He swayed perfectly in sync with another thug’s strikes so that they missed on either side of him, before he following up with his own, somewhat frantic, blows.

 

            “If you were Two-Face’s boys, you’d have like one half of your outfit all torn up and burned and the other looking nice and clean.”  Nightwing’s unsteady stances left much of his usual power out his blows.  At least electrified escrima sticks still sting no matter what.  “Now, if you were Penguin’s men, you’d look like, well, penguins, I guess.”  Nightwing grimaced, trying to keep from soaking himself while staying in the fight.  His evasive dancing was becoming less graceful and more akin to squirming in place.

 

            “I’m just saying whoever your boss is, they are doing a horrible job branding.  I mean, didn’t Black Mask used to have his guys wear black masks?  Am I just remembering that wrong?  Maybe he phased them out so he could be The Black Mask?  It seems a little egotistical to me.”  Nightwing found himself panting from the effort to keep himself dry.  But at least the thugs were finally all down.  “Oh well.  Guess I should just ask the big guy when Batman’s done with him.”

 

            “Congratulations, you’ve managed to bore them all to sleep with your foolish banter.”  Damian rolled his eyes.

 

            “What am I supposed to do?  Not make conversation while I fight with them?  That’s so awkward.”  Besides, it draws attention from my predicament.

 

            The building shook violently.  A sudden gush of hot pee escaped from Dick’s control.  “What was that?”  He called out, regaining some control over his bodily functions. 

 

            Nightwing and Robin turned to find Batman covered in rubble.  Bane stood over him triumphantly.  Batman groaned as he tried to free himself from his prison. 

 

            “The venom canisters were bombs.”  Damian cried.

 

            “Very insightful.”  Bane sneered.  “This whole plan was a set up to deal with the Batman once and for all.”

 

            “Forget the Batman; now it’s your turn to deal with Robin.”  Damian roared, racing into battle.  His sword glinted in the light as he brought it down towards Bane’s head.  Unfortunately for Damian, Bane was faster than he appeared.  He avoided Damian’s blow and caught the Robin by his cape.  Before Damian could react, Bane hurled him into the wall.  Damian crashed to the floor, dazed.

 

            “Now watch Batman, as I kill the child you foolishly brought into battle.”  Bane raised his fist and moved to smash Robin. 

 

            Nightwing’s grappling hook was fired before Bane finished his sentence.  The line snared Bane’s raised fist.  Nightwing positioned himself around a support beam, bending the line at a right angle to give him more leverage against the behemoth he was playing tug of war with.  Despite his positioning, Bane still was putting up a fight.  Dick grimaced as he placed one foot against the support pillar, pushing against it will all his strength to keep Bane away from Damian.

 

            Dick couldn’t contain himself anymore.  He felt the hot pee spill out of him.  A cascade of gold sprayed across the floor beneath him, pooling around his foot that was still on the ground.  He felt himself begin to lose traction, his foot slipping in his own puddle.  His face burned red, partly from embarrassment partly from the effort he put into holding back Bane.  His suit was drenched, the black fabric glistened and clung to his skin even more tightly than it already had.  He had wet himself.  He couldn’t focus on that now, though. 

 

            Thankfully his efforts had bought Batman the time he needed to free himself.  Batman launched himself at Bane.  “Get away from him.”  He roared.  He moved with more ferocity than Dick has seen from him since Tim had joined.  Dick forgot Bruce could be so brutal.  He turned his eyes away while the Dark Knight took down Bane.    

 

            In a matter of moments, the battle was over, and Bruce left Bane on the ground to tend to his son.  He gingerly helped Damian up.  “Are you OK, Robin.”

 

            “Fine.  But, thanks.”  Damian looked away, embarrassed to find himself so vulnerable. 

 

            “Nightwing, are you alr- Oh.”  Bruce found himself at a loss for words as he saw his oldest son standing in a puddle of his own urine.  He cleared his throat.  “Are you OK.”

 

            “Yeah, just… a blow to my ego, I guess.”  Dick managed to laugh despite himself. 

 

            “I see you couldn’t help yourself from compromising the crime scene,”  Damian interjected.

 

            “It’s alright, Damian.  Urine doesn’t contain any DNA.  Just to be safe, though…” Batman threw a Batarang, activating a sprinkler over Dick’s head to wash away the evidence of his accident.  “I’ll have Alfred draw you a bath.”

 

            “Thanks, Bruce,”  Nightwing said softly, staring at his feet.

 

            “You go ahead.  Damian and I will secure the scene.”

 

            “OK.  Thanks again.”  Nightwing departed, leaving Batman and Robin to fulfill their roles as the dynamic duo. 

 

 

Alright!  I hope you all enjoy this!  As always let me know what you think!  Thank you!

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