@theesamevans
Dylan hadn’t run so fast to get to the Evans house in a long time, the last time he’ done that was when he was late for a workout with Grayson and needed to get there before the man just gave up and did the whole workout without him but now he had a much bigger reason to head there. He held his brand new comic firmly in his hand, still in the plastic protective cover that he’d bought it in just a few hours earlier. Ever since he learned that Mr Evans drew a lot of Nightwing covers it was almost a tradition for him to buy the new one and get it signed, sometimes buying two just so he had one to read and one with the signature on it. When he got to the Evans house he leaned against the doorframe to catch his breath for a second before going inside, he knew his way around the house well enough that he knew exactly where the studio was. He saw the carefully folded Nightwing costume waiting by the door and bit his lip “God this is so cool!” he muttered, his nerdy side taking over just for a second as he grabbed the suit and slipped into the Evans’ bathroom.
He came out a few minutes later wearing nothing but his jockstrap and the suit, and the jockstrap was definitely not hiding anything in the front. He’d checked his reflection several times, the back of the suit gripped to his body like a second layer of skin and showed off the ample mounds of his perky fuckable ass, while the front just had a large bulge that seemed to twitch with every step. It’d been hard to zip up on his own but he’d managed to get it done. With the mask over his eyes and comic still in hand, he got to the door of Mr Evans studio. He thought for a second about just walking in normally, about behaving like an adult… but he couldn’t resist being a big dork around the blonde hunk and he knew that if anyone would appreciate what he was about to do, it would be Sam. He hid behind the wall and pushed the door open, making sure not to be seen before yelling “Have no fear, Nightwing is here” and doing a flip into the room, landing on his feet with the comic book held aloft like a prize. He waited for a second before relaxing, grin as bright as ever “...couldn’t resist, it’s just too cool” he added before going over and hugging Sam “How’ve you been Mr Evans, it feels like it’s been too long”
