Meat Problems, Same Obsession & New Leads

E-Porner's voice got louder and more frantic as he shouted orders at the man struggling with the girl on the makeshift bed. His hand was shaking as he clutched the camera and zoomed in closer with a disturbing eagerness.

"Come on, spread her legs already! Get to the good part!"

He leaned in so close that his wide, almost manic eyes were practically pressed against the camera screen.

The couple shared a horrified look, and the guy tried to mutter something, but it was completely drowned out by E-Porner's frantic yelling.

Suddenly, the glass shattered inward and sent pieces flying everywhere like sparkling glitter under the moonlight.

Scott came crashing through the window.

The chat erupted in pure excitement:

[LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (≧▽≦)/]

[Bro just jumped THROUGH THE GLASS?! This is PEAK STREAMING.]

[Finally, Nightwatch making an entrance like he means it!]

[This shit don't exist on Pulsar stream fr!]

[Bruh, what do you mean? She literally flew out of an explosion so fast the cameras videoing her shattered (¯―¯ ٥)]

[Save the Pulsar glaze for her stream （ ;¬＿¬)]

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Scott stood up straight, his suit catching the bits of moonlight that slipped through.

He raised his baton and pointed it directly at E-Porner.

The sweaty, desperate man clutched his camera for dear life as he panted like a beast.

"The only thing getting spread here… is justice."

The chat lit up immediately:

[💀 NOT HIM DROPPING CHEESY LINES.]

[Did he actually just say that?! LMFAO]

[Bro pulled that line out of the 80s but I'm here for it (￣ー￣)]

[Nah, that line is gonna go down in stream history fr]

[THAT was pure cheese but I respect it.]

[LMAO, someone's gotta save that line for the meme graveyard.]

[Nah, that's gotta be Top 5 Cheesiest Quotes from Nightwatch already.]

E-Porner's eyes widened as he backed up, clutching the camera. He turned, only to realize something truly mortifying: his small meat was still… in full view.

As he fumbled to put his pants back in order, Scott's voice was heavy with barely-contained disgust.

"Don't. Move. A muscle."

The chat burst with reactions:

[Is he… is he gonna put it away or nah?]

[Put it back, bro, pls, no one wants to see that]

[Viewer discretion advised – too late, I guess ( ⊡ _ ⊡ )]

[Not his fat ass standing there with his meat out like a whole fool 💀]

[Chatterbox mod final boss ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)]

[I can't believe what I'm seeing. Send this dude back to the '80s (ง'̀-'́)ง]

[NOT NIGHTWATCH FORCING THE MAN TO HANG LOOSE (¬‿¬) hehehe!]

Scott held back his vomit and looked away.

"Actually… yeah, go ahead. Put your pants back up. And please, do it quickly."

He briefly covered his lenses with a gloved hand.

E-Porner's hands trembled as he tucked his meat back in, muttering curses under his breath.

Meanwhile, in the corner, the man and woman cautiously pulled their clothes back on.

The guy seemed relieved.

But the woman's face carried heavy annoyance that she tried (and failed) to hide.

The comments were flying:

[She lowkey mad tho, she was down bad for the choking lmao.]

[All she needs now is a gag and she's set to go (¬‿¬)]

[Urm, what the sigma (ー_ーゞ]

[Bro, I'm telling you, that woman needs a full dominatrix getup next time]

[She kinda bad too… give her the leather and a whip, and she's golden (¬‿¬)]

[Bro this stream got WEIRD and it's only Nightwatch's third one lmao]

[This is honestly Nightwatch's weirdest stream yet (°ロ°)ノ]

Scott turned back to E-Porner, who was still trembling, when he heard a sudden click.

The obese man flashed a crooked grin as he pulled a small remote from the depths of his sweaty pants.

[Where TF did he pull that from ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)]

[Considering how small his junk is I'm sure there's enough space down there ┐(ﾟ ～ﾟ )┌]

[That violation was NOT necessary (☉_ ☉)]

[I'm sure that remote stinks…]

[You gotta do what you gotta do to survive.]

E-Porner pushed a button like he'd already won.

"EAT LASER, SUCKER!"

Three plasma turrets sprang out from the walls and locked onto Scott.

… HUMMM-BAZZZZZT!

Bright, sizzling beams blasted toward him, but with a quick, calculated spin, Scott evaded the first two and sprang upward just as the third fired. In mid-air, he pulled a throwing needle from his utility belt and hurled it toward E-Porner with impeccable precision.

… Thunk!

A loud, pained wail echoed through the room.

"WAAAAAAAAAH!"

The needle had struck its mark… dead center.

E-Porner staggered, clutching his "precious place," and collapsed as tears sprang to his eyes.

[HOLY SHIT HE NAILED HIM WHERE IT HURTS (☉_ ☉)]

[Not even Thanos went for that level of precision 💀]

["Aim for the head" – Bro took it too literally (☉_☉)]

[Yo, E-Porner is DEF down bad now…]

[I CAN'T BREATHE 💀💀💀]

[HE HIT HIM WHERE IT HURTS LITERALLY.]

[Turned his shit from white meat to red meat…]

[This man just entered his villain origin story—E-Porner boutta be out of commission.]

[Bro, his meat just got needled ( •̀ ω •́ )✧]

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E-Porner gasped, his voice trembling with rage and pain.

"You… son of a bitch! You've ruined me! Do you realize what you've done? It's BLEEDING!"

Scott cringed, half out of disgust, half out of sympathy.

"Didn't mean to hit you there, honestly…"

The chat went wild again:

[My man on his period now lmao]

[Tell me you don't know sht about women without telling me you don't know sht about women.]

["Didn't mean to hit you there" bro pls you aimed LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE.]

[Scott: Accidentally turns him into a soprano LMAO]

[Nah, this is 100% going in the clip compilation, no arguments (￣︶￣;)]

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E-Porner glared up at him, cheeks wet with tears.

"You… you better pay my hospital bills! You hear me? I'm not a monster, I'm a villain! You think I deserve this?"

Scott stifled a laugh, but the viewers were relentless.

["I'm not a monster, I'm a villain!" - Man, this guy's living in his own fanfic]

[Bro crying and STILL thinkin he's the main character (¬_¬)]

[Villains gonna villain, I guess]

[Is this scripted or what? I swear, this HAS to be fake.]

[No way, fam, this is Meteor City; everything's just fuckin' wild here (¬‿¬)]

[If anyone clipped this, we're gonna make him go viral 100% (￣O￣)]

[Fr, I'm tired of Pulsar's stream being #1 for an entire week! On my mama it's mid]

[Your mama's gonna be living for a long time (•‿•)]

[I don't know guys, Nightwatch's stream isn't even top 50 in the US much less worldwide (・ε・`*) …]

Just then, donations started pouring in, the chat filled with appreciation for Scott's precision strike.

[@NutBuster5000: $300 – this was worth every penny]

[@RadicalsRule: $100 – Bro, give him another one for good measure, but maybe the other side this time?]

[@PhantomMuse89: $1000 – No one messes with Mister Vigilante ♡!]

Scott raised his hands as if to address the camera directly.

"Glad you all enjoyed that, though, for real…"

He looked back at E-Porner, who was still writhing.

"You? Maybe think twice before preying on people. Just a suggestion."

"FUCK YOU!"

"Whatever, man…"

Scott turned back to the camera and smiled angelically.

[Yeah, right. This HAS to be scripted.]

[I don't know, man. This city's a whole circus.]

[Only in Meteor City can you watch a dude get his dignity obliterated live]

[Could never be Metro City ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)]

[Guess E-Porner's plans just went south (*≧▽≦)]

Scott gave the camera a quick two-finger salute.

"I have to pause the stream for a while. I'll get back to you guys in a few…"

[Streaming Mode paused…]

[You are no longer LIVE.]

━ ━ ━ ━

Emma flopped onto her king-sized bed, feeling the soft mattress wrap around her like a warm hug.

Excitement flowed through her like electricity, and she stared up at the ceiling, her heart racing.

She replayed every moment of the stream in her mind.

Her favorite vigilante had just delivered the most thrilling show, and she couldn't help but clutch her chest in excitement.

『I really can't believe he's back!』

Her smiled widened.

『Still… I wonder what made him stop?』

Hearing his voice again really made her happy.

And the way he personally thanked her when she dropped a donation left her body tingling with excitement.

Nightwatch was a real man.

『I wouldn't mind if he really made me a woman…』

Her hand stretched down for her crotch and she closed her eyes to imagine what his rugged face would look like, but then stopped halfway.

『TOO FAR──!』

By this time, her slender hand was halfway into her gown.

She sighed with great self-control.

『What if I super-speed all the way to Meteor City right now? And, you know, we form some sort of a team… and, uh, m-, maybe we uh, he likes me like I like him… and—and, uhh, we start to like each other and stuff…』

These jumbled thoughts flitted through her lovestruck mind like a tantalizing breeze.

But then she shook her head vigorously, her hair flying around her face.

"No, no, no! That would be way too desperate."

Emma's gaze shifted to the ceiling mirror and caught her own blushing face staring back.

『Too desperate?』

She bit her lip.

『I might as well be obsessed at this point… with the amount of money I've donated to his stream and sent him personally, is there any other way to put it?』

The idea of engaging him as a random woman felt thrilling.

What if he used the money she'd sent him to take her out on the most romantic date?

『Ugh, but would he even want to?』

She groaned and sank into her pillow.

"That sounds so romantic, though…"

In an outburst of womanly passion, Emma shrieked like a giddy schoolgirl and kicked her feet against the bed.

"Ahhhh! I can't believe I'm even thinking this!"

She buried her face in her pillow and squealed with delight, lost in her thoughts of heroism and romance.

━ ━ ━ ━

Meanwhile, Scott stood in the dark, empty building.

The sound of E-Porner's painful wails still echoed in his ears as he looked over the plasma turrets.

… Hrmmm

With the careful skill of a surgeon, he quickly worked to disassemble one of them.

"Okay, let's see what kind of toys you've got here…"

Hee muttered and pulled out a few components.

"Plasma emitter… check. Energy stabilizer… neat. These could come in handy."

He stuffed them into the small sack he'd brought along, feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store… except this was a candy store filled with tech that could wreak havoc.

Suddenly, E-Porner's cries broke through his concentration.

"Help! Someone call the cops! He's stealing my stuff!"

"Oh shut up."

"Son of a bitch!"

E-Porner growled with anger and pain.

"What kind of hero steals a person's weapons anyway?!"

Scott raised an eyebrow as he held up one of the turret parts mockingly.

"The kind that's broke."

He chuckled and tossed the part back into the sack.

As he dug deeper, something caught his eye… a green energy core that pulsed with a faint glow.

He froze as the realization hit over him like a hammer.

"Wait a minute…"

His heart raced as memories flooded back, connecting dots he hadn't even considered.

Black Mechanica Gang.

『Of course they'd be a major weapons' supply network in a place like Meteor City. How did I not see this coming?! Argh, rookie mistake!』

He looked absolutely frustrated.

"E-Porner!"

Scott barked and turned abruptly.

"Where did you get these weapons?"

The fat man looked up as fear flashed in his eyes.

"I-, I ain't telling you nothing, hero!"

He tried to sound defiant, but the tremor in his voice easily gave him away.

"Oh really?" Scott stepped forward.

"YEAH! R-, REALLY!"

If the hero who hurt destroyed such a precious part of him needed some important information, that was the one thing he wouldn't give up. He wasn't a fighter, but this was his way of getting his lick back.

Scott took another fierce step forward.

"You really want to play this game? Because I'm not above making it a whole lot worse for you."

He pulled out another throwing needle and dangerously aimed it with intent.

"If you don't spill, I'll make sure that needle finds its home again… and this time, it won't be a love tap."

E-Porner's bravado crumbled.

"Wait! Wait! Okay! Okay!"

He gasped, clutching his stomach.

"It was a hot chick! I swear! She sold me these! I didn't even see her face, but her body was… something else! She almost made me fall in love with her you know!"

"Get to the point!" Scott pinched his nose bridge.

"Her name was Night Witch I think! She gave me a number and an address if I ever wanted more weapons! That's all I know, I promise!"

E-Porner babbled desperately to save his balls.

Scott leaned closer as his expression hardened.

"Number and address. Now."

"Dude, save my balls, please!"

E-Porner wheezed, scrambling for any form of mercy.

"Adress first…" Scott demanded.

"O-, Okay!"

The man quickly wiggled his phone out of his pocket and left it for Scott to take.

With a roll of his eyes, Scott finally relented.

"Fine."

He stood up and retrieved a small stash of healing patches from his utility belt.

He tossed them at E-Porner, who fumbled to catch them.

"Here, use these. I'll call the cops to come get you. But remember, next time you try something like this, don't expect to walk away whole."

As E-Porner muttered curses under his breath, Scott turned to leave with the phone, shaking his head.

"Man, I really hope you take this as a lesson."

"Fuck you, bitch!"

E-Porner yelled after him.

But the weight of his words felt hollow in the empty room.

Scott casually swung the sack of plasma turret parts over his shoulder, grinning as he did so.

"I'll be taking these, pal."

"SON OF A BITCH, UGH!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome."

━ ━ ━ ━

Scott glanced at the on-screen counter of his crime-stopping spree: 28. Not bad for a night's work, he thought, even if E-Porner's debacle had made him question his own sanity.

The clock read 2:48 a.m.

He needed to meet Elena soon.

The young man sighed and brushing his fingers over the sleek mask before resuming the stream.

The chat exploded as soon as he reappeared on screen.

[NIGHTWATCH, WE BACK! 💪]

[What's next? Are you gonna drop a house on E-Porner?]

[Did you kill him? Or just ruin his career?]

[Bro, tell us the real tea! Did the dominatrix reward you with some action? （￢з￢）]

[NO WAY, THAT'S MISOGYNISTIC!]

[But it's in like every spy movie!]

Scott chuckled at the flurry of messages.

"Alright, alright, settle down, folks. I know it's a wild ride, but I have to call it a night. It's getting late, and honestly, I'm exhausted."

[JUSTICE NEVER SLEEPS!]

[Yeah, yeah, you're just gonna vanish again like a ghost!]

[E-Porner's meat was too traumatizing for him! 💀]

[Status on E-Porner's meat please?]

The comments piled up faster than he could read.

One viewer chimed in, trying to maintain some order.

[Can everyone just let him talk for a sec?]

"Seriously, though, I appreciate the enthusiasm. But…"

Scott rubbed the back of his neck.

"I really need to get some rest."

[But Pulsar's streaming by 6 a.m.! （◞‸◟） I really can't wait till then maaaannn]

[Imagine a Nightwatch collab with Pulsar?]

[Yeah, they already have that one questionable fanfic that's being discussed on Threadit ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)]

[Meh, Nightwatch started the streaming shit before her, so she's just stealing ideas, tch]

"Yeah, and she's gonna have her own drama, but I have my own path, guys. Not interested in collabs right now. Especially not with her."

[You do you, man. Better solo than with those clowns!]

Soon the heavy-hitter of the chat, made her presence known with a bold donation.

[@PhantomMuse89 has just donated $1000!]

[Please stay, Nightwatch! We need more justice!]

Scott chuckled softly.

"Wow, thank you, but I really can't keep going. I have to return this… no offense, but I'm not trying to fund a mansion with your cash."

[Keep it! 😭 I'll be sad without you!]

"Okay, I appreciate that, but I'm definitely returning it. You deserve better."

He laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

[@PhantomMuse89: Soo, I was wondering if you could blow me a kiss and say goodnight? (✿˵ ꒡3꒡˵)]

Scott's eyes went wide behind the mask.

His camera shutter-like lenses reacted in kind.

"Uh, what? This is a bit out of the blue…"

The chat erupted in laughter and trolling.

[BROS, HE'S FLUSTERED, LMAO!]

[Dawg just got simped for!]

[He has that Internet rizz or whatchamacallit!]

[PhantomMuse89 getting freaky everyday ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)]

[No shit, Sherlock…]

[@PhantomMuse89: Never mind! I didn't mean to make it awkward! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) sorry!]

Right after, the stream ended.

"Wow, I… okay. That just happened."

Scott shook his head, still chuckling as he glanced at the stream stats popping up on the screen.

[Stream Duration: 6 hours]

[Viewers: 13.1K]

[Total Donations: $48,000]

[Top Donation: $8,000 from @PhantomMuse89]

[Total Crimes Stopped: 28]

"That's a lot of money."

Scott murmured, impressed.

"I'll figure out how to donate this later."

His eyes flickered to a new notification.

[Ding! Today's streaming is complete!]

[Total Accumulated Credits: 150,000]

[Congratulations, you've some acquired new gear!]

[Mindlink Earpiece (Tier 3) x3, EMP Throwing Discs (Tier 3) x4, Electroshock Gun (Tier 2) x3, Enhanced Duranium Escrima Stick (Tier 4) x2, Bolas (Tier 2 via Electroshock Mode) x5, Mini Rebreather (Tier 2) x1]

[You've also acquired some new skills!]

[Marksmanship (Tier 4), Escape Artistry (Tier 2)]

[Reward Package Unlocked!]

Scott's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"I'll have to check out the special one later…"

He ran to the edge of the rooftop and dived off the high-rise like a missile as he put his mask back on.

… FWOOOOSHHH!

The wind whipped around him as he fell.

He pulled the grappling hook and swung through the moonlit sky in style.