Epilogue: Private Session With Nightwing

Tall, young, slim, fit—the former Robin had the lean build of an Olympian, and the stern visage of Batman himself. Rather than a bedroom, they sat across from one another in one of the small interview rooms of Titans Tower, the only light came in through the window, the shades half-drawn. He sat in the shadowed corner of the room, only his domino-masked face visible. Lois Lane smiled, but kept her legs crossed.

This was going to be a tough interview. She set her smartphone on the table beside her.

"I hope you don't mind if I record this?" She asked. "Just for my own recollection; nothing we say here will be published."

"Go ahead, Miss Lane," Nightwing said.

Lois pressed the screen. Her heartbeat quickened a little. There were so many ways this could go wrong...

"How did you feel, when Beast Girl came out to the other Titans last week?" She asked.

"Shocked," Nightwing said. "I went back over his file, his psychological profile. I hadn't seen anything that suggested...that. Then I double-checked the security logs, convinced someone was influencing him."

"Have you brought your concerns to her?" Lois asked.

"No," Nightwing said. He didn't fidget—he very carefully didn't fidget, it was that iron self-control. "I thought...I thought about bringing my concerns to the others, but I haven't enough evidence yet. You're the first one I've told."

"Raven seems to have accepted her decision," Lois stared into his eyes. The mask made it harder to read his emotions, which is part of the reason the Bat Family wore them. "And you're still referring to her as 'him.' Are you transphobic?"

"No," Nightwing's voice was carefully controlled, but he let an edge slip through there. "If...she...really wants to transition, that's her business. She's had a hard enough life as it is..."

"Yes. Like yourself," Lois said, to pivot the conversation away. "You are an orphan, aren't you?"

"I have a family. Batman, the other Robins, the Titans..." Nightwing said.

"But your birth family," Lois pressed.

"They died. Batman took me in."

"Childhood trauma, a difficult upbringing, assuming a new name, a new persona...sounds like you and Beast Girl have a lot in common," Lois pressed. "Is that part of why her transition shocked you so? Have you ever thought about whether you yourself might be—"

The "No" was on his lips when the smartphone flashed. For just a fraction of a second, the blinding, hypnotic light of Mighty Endowed's massive breasts washed over Nightwing's face, and the instinctive denial died unspoken.

Lois uncrossed her legs. Nightwing might have been a gentleman, but he was also keenly perceptive. He saw she wasn't wearing panties. He saw what she had between her legs.

"How about your sex life?" Lois asked. "You're strictly heterosexual, aren't you?"

"Yes," Nightwing said when he remembered to breathe again.

"How many sexual partners have you had?" Lois crossed her legs again, to take her cock out of view.

"Two," he breathed in. "Starfire and Batgirl. The original Batgirl."

"Everything normal?" Lois said as she put on her most disarming smile. "Everything satisfying?"

"Ye—" The phone flashed again.

"You've never had any homosexual encounters?" Lois said. "Any desire to experiment? You are surrounded by such hunky men all the time. It wouldn't be a surprise if you thought about it. Quite healthy in fact."

Nightwing frowned. "Miss Lane, I—"

The phone flashed. She watched him freeze as the light played over his face.

"Sexuality isn't a binary, Dick. Can I call you Dick?" she asked.

"Yes," he brought a gloved hand up to his head to shield his eyes for a moment.

"Is the light bothering you? We can close the shutters?" Lois said.

"Just...tired. Long nights." He said.

Lois got up and closed the blinds, so light only seeped in along the edges. The darkness closed in.

"I know what you're trying to do," Nightwing said from behind her. She hadn't even heard him move.

"I'm trying to help you, Dick," Lois said as she turned around. He was right there, in front of her. "Sexuality...gender...is a spectrum. I think you're upset about Beast Girl's transition because you're not sure what it means for you. A crisis of masculinity."

"You're not a psychologist, Miss Lane," Nightwing said.

"No," she stepped close, to press her breasts against his costume's armored chest. "I'm a reporter. I look for the truth."

She tilted her head...despite his youth, he was taller than her...and he didn't resist as their lips met. Their tongues touched. All the little chemicals in her lipstick swirled into his bloodstream. This was the moment of risk. Nightwing had fought Poison Ivy, Mighty Endowed, other mind-influencing villains. If he suspected Lois Lane in the slightest...if he had prepared against this eventuality...

Lois Lane pushed forward. Her cock rose up in her skirt and pressed against his crotch.

"The truth is," she said as she broke the kiss. "You're curious, aren't you? You want to try it. Just to know what it feels like to be a girl for once. You want my cock. Say it."

"I want...your cock..." Nightwing mumbled.

"Then bend over that chair," Lois said as she unbuttoned her shirt to free her sweaty breasts. "And drop your pants."

She positioned the smartphone in front of him. The hypnotic image blinked on and off. Not enough to make him lose time. Just enough to make him...pliable.

The pale buttocks he revealed could have belonged to an underwear model. Nightwing never, ever skipped legged day, and his ass was a muscular, bubbly perfection. Bent over the chair with his costume trousers down about his thighs, Lois pulled the hard cheeks apart and saw the sweaty pucker within...clean as a whistle. No doubt regular enemas were a part of the Bat-family's procedure, so that patrols wouldn't be interrupted by too many bathroom breaks.

Her tongue ran up from his shaved balls, across his taint, to swirl around the rim of his asshole. Nightwing gave out a little girlish moan. Lois fished out a small packet of lube, a LexCorp special with more of the brain-altering chemicals designed for slow release. She drizzled it over his pucker as she stood up. Rubbed it into his asshole with the tip of her dick.

"You might never be Batman," Lois Lane said as she held his asscheeks apart with her hands. "But maybe, someday, you could be a Batwoman."

She pressed forward...and Nightwing gasped as the cock slipped into his back passage, popping that particular cherry.

"I think you need to talk with Beast Girl," Lois said as she slowly slid deeper into that impossibly tight asshole. "Maybe she can talk you through her experience. You might find you have a lot in common..."

She bottomed out inside of him, and Nightwing shook, unable to fully process the new sensations that wracked his body. The reporter was already panting as she slid slowly in and out. HIs own cock, soft and shrunken, hung useless between his legs, pressed against the back of the chair. A single grey-white drop beaded the eye of the dick.

"You like dick, don't you Dick?" Lois said as she drew her cock back, ready to slide it back in. She didn't have much time, their interview wasn't set to last long.

"Like...dick..." he said.

"You like it in your boypussy, don't you?" Lois huffed as her hips moved on their own accord. She could feel the familiar ache and pressure deep within as she prepared to paint his insides white.

"Boypussy," Nightwing managed. He stared straight ahead, into the hypnotic blinking of the phone.

"I think you need to play with it more. Finger it every day," Lois said.

"Every day," he said.

Lois slammed her cock forward and grunted as her hot cum flooded his colon. She sighed and sagged against him. Nightwing was pinned against the chair.

"I've given you a lot to think about, haven't I?" Lois whispered in his ear. "Best to keep this just between us, for now."

"Between us," Nightwing agreed.

She pulled her cock out of his ass and wiped it clean with a wet-wipe, then buttoned up her shirt. The dickgirl reporter helped Nightwing pull his pants back up, and sat him back in his chair. The smartphone app was clicked off...and she opened the blinds.

"Are you okay?" Lois said as the light hit his eyes.

Nightwing shook his head.

"Yes...sorry, I must be more tired than I thought," the young hero said.

"We can pick this up another time. Maybe next week?" Lois said. "You can go take a nap."

"No, I've got to talk to Beast B—Beast Girl." Nightwing stood. "Thank you, Miss Lane. Next week would be great."

"My pleasure," Lois Lane said with a smile. The plan was working perfectly.