So we’re going to need to get him out of the warehouse.” Nightwing reported as Robin was busy bossing around the personnel from the police department to get the roof off the warehouse. “Good news is he seems fine… aside from being a bit light-headed.” Nightwing snickered at his own pun about the situation. “Good one Nightwing…” Oracle sighed. “No but Batblimpman just seems blown up, you know?” Nightwing’s stupid grin widened. “I get it.” Oracle sighed harder. “Nightwing please stop.” Robin pleaded. “What?!” Nightwing shrugged as, while he was busy making more puns at his mentor’s expense. Robin investigated the site further. Finally finding what seemed like a perfume bottle that he began to examine. “No! No! Like Batblimpman is just like a well rounded guy is all I’m saying!” Nightwing was full on laughing at this point as Oracle sounded as though she needed death to come save her from the pain and misery. Before Oracle could finally tell Nightwing off however, the both of them were caught off guard by “Don’t worry Oracle, I got this.” As Robin came up to Nightwing. “Oh come on little buddy?” Nightwing had turned to see Robin calmly approaching him out in the middle of the street. Not yet noticing the bottle in Robin’s hand. “You need to learn to lighte…” Before Nightwing could finish his unintentional pun, Robin squirted the bottle’s content into Nightwing’s face multiple times in rapid succession. Nightwing coughed, hacked, and wheezed at the sudden gas being shot into his face. “Robin what the fu…” Before Nightwing could finish, he felt his already plumply rear end swell very fast in his suit. Clenching at the pair he quickly realized what was happening and soon felt his butt swell against his fingertips to the point they started to quickly reach the ground. Almost as quickly though, Nightwing’s stomach and chest swell as well. With Nightwing panicking to squish everything back down to no avail. Soon he was swelling bigger and bigger, growing out and around like his old mentor, but become your nightblimpwing