A Comic Book Ambush!

Dave, once again clad in his Nightwing cosplay, was making his way down from another public event. Since he had a habit of cosplaying, he was often asked to do live events for some of the younger fans. As such, he was just returning from another one. Deep down, he enjoyed his job, even though his win/loss ratio wasn't that impressive. As long as he enjoyed what he did for a living, that was all that mattered. Plus he could act like a geek, and no one would bat an eye......well most people wouldn't.

His mind wandered back to the beating he received at Juniper's hands. How embarrassing. His eyes shut for a moment behind his mask, trying to drive the thoughts away.

Cosplay (Nightwing):

Arya saw her moment when he closed his eyes, that idiot, he should never have done that.
She charges forward, jumping forward and attempting to ram him down onto the floor, hand covering his eyes and knees pressed down on his arms. She did not speak, it'd give away who she was, she'll leave that surprise for later.
The Poison Ivy cosplay clad beauty attempted to hold him down to the floor.

Dave gasped as someone slammed him into the hard floor, dazing him momentarily. He struggled underneath the person, "What the hell?! Get off of me!!"

No matter how hard he fought, he could not catch a glimpse of his attacker.

She smiles, taking away her hands, and looking down upon the masked hero. Her plump breasts were such a sight to behold. "How are ya sweetie?" She giggles, not letting him free, "I hear you got humiliated in a match, so I came to work some of my...magic on you~" She would taunt, swiveling her hips on his lap to get him all hot and bothered. "Or maybe I just came to dominate you...<3" She sent out mixed signals, caressing his cheek.

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Dave grunted as he finally got a good look at his attacker, and his eyes widened behind his mask. The woman on top of him was very attractive, that was evident. When she brought up his recent defeat, he looked away, ashamed of the events.

He looked back at her, about to make a witty remark, when she started to grind her hips on his, eliciting a little moan out of him, before changing it up and caressing his cheek.

"Or maybe I just came to dominate you..." she said, and he blushed, at a loss for words.

Arya giggled down at her captive. "Someone is really enjoying this. Maybe the all so powerful Nightwing is a huge bottom bitch." She taunts, then sings out. "Nightwings a bottom bitch!" while grinding her hips, left and right, in tune with her little mocking chant.

"You were so underwhelming to watch in that match, especially the hentai that you lost in!" The Poison Ivy cosplayer continues to mock, giving her top a little wiggle to let her breasts jiggle a bit.

Dave gritted his teeth at her sing song like mocking, before grabbing her shoulders and flipped their positions.

"Shut up!" he growled, looking down at her, "That was a match against my boyfriend, so losing really didn't matter to me."

"It still proves how much of a bottom bitch you are." She says, pouting cutely at him. She giggles. "I think my panties might be showing under my outfit...mind checking?" Arya attempts to seduce and distract him, her hips swaying sexily if he looks down.

Dave blinked, and was about to look down when he mentally slapped himself. Pushing himself up, he stood over her.
"i find playing both works fine. Not that it's any of your business." he said, crossing his arms.