Dick Greyson (aka Nightwing) was perched on the roof of a nearby building watching the blunt and obvious hooker as she lit another cigarette and leaned back against the grimy wall...of the abandoned building...in the worst part of Gotham. She was a bit of a 'beast'. Very tall, even without her ridiculous 'fuck-me' platform heels. Even from here he could see her strong jaw and cheekbones. Shoulders were too broad. Hips too narrow. Hands were huge and strong. She was a man in drag, obviously.

 

She was Bruce Wayne.

 

Was Bruce in disguise? Was this part of a sting?

 

He watched as Bruce strutted and wiggled towards a car that had stopped. His long, thick 'bleach blond' 80's hair was probably a wig. His mannish face was slathered with garish, slutty makeup and dominated by huge, glossy red lips. He leaned forward and cocked his hips, flaunting a massive set of soccerball breasts and a thickly padded shelf-like ass. He spoke to the person in the car, he's face a study of sultry confidence. When a price was agreed upon, the door opened and Bruce set his cigarette on the ground as he dropped to his knees and...

 

Dick watched as his guardian, hero and father figure sucked off the man in the car. His ass bounced and his swaying udders wobbled and shook. When he was done, he smiled, picked up his cigarette, took a 20 dollar bill from the man in the car, then wiggled back to his place leaning against the wall. As he did so, he husked in a smokey, sultry voice that was still OBVIOUSLY Bruce Waynes voice "Stop by any time, darlin'. Yah know I'm always in th' mood t' suck a cawk."

 

Dick wasn't sure what to do.