Batgirl: The Twinflower Part 1
By: Kokopo618
Dick Grayson is now Bella. She lives with Bruce at Wayne manor, and they fight together as Batman and Batgirl. Despite accepting her femininity Bella struggles with her role, and her relationship with Bruce. Can she find her place in the world as a girl, or is she just a delusional boy playing dress up...
Exposition: This is the second story featuring these characters in this universe. The first story: From Boy Wonder to Batgirl chronicles Dick's origin as Batgirl, and his initial feminization. If you haven't read that, or you're just a weirdo who likes to read things in reverse order, you're in luck. It doesn't require much background knowledge to enjoy this story, although it would definitely enrich the experience. All you need to know is Dick was a boy, then through shenanigans he found himself pretending to be a girl, turns out he likes it, then he kisses Bruce, and he decides to remain a girl. Classic TG stuff! without further ado...
"What are we waiting for Batman?"
"Patience Batgirl, the Riddler has a unchanging pattern, we have to wait for the opening."
The Riddler stands in the front of the lecture hall, loudly bragging about his unmatched intelligence. He wears a large blast suit, complete with a question mark on the chest, and holds what appears to be a hastily made C4 bomb. The college sitting students are terrified, and completely silent listening to the Riddler's self aggrandizing monologue.
"This is an advance critical thinking class, is it not?" The Riddler says, holding a megaphone up to his face shield, "Surely one student among you has the mental capacity to answer my riddles?"
The class remains silent, fearful to speak up.
"Well, DO YOU?!" The Riddler yells, his voice suddenly turning with anger as his face contorts with hate.
"Yes," The class responds meekly, not wanting to further upset the madman.
"Very good," The Riddler responds calmly, regaining his composure immediately, "Then without further ado, hey diddle diddle, time for a riddle!"
"Can we engage now?" Bella asks, turning to Bruce.
"No. We wait for the riddle," Bruce says, eyes trained on the Riddler.
Bella looks away, struggling to understand the logic, Riddler might be crazy, but he's just a man with a stupid gimmick, why is Bruce taking this so seriously. Bruce and Bella have been working together ever since their encounter with Penguin. Working together and living together. Bella looks to the Riddler and then to the faces of the frightened students. Bella stands up, leaving her concealment. She walks to the front of the lecture hall, she can feel Bruce's eyes telling her to return, but she ignores it.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the newest caped crusader in town," The Riddler says turning his attention to Bella, "I hope your brain matches your bust, for their sake."
Bella frowns, and puts her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident. Why do the bad guys always have to mention her boobs, "Spit it out, Riddler."
"She's excited for her first riddle, how adorable, here we go: I look at you when you look at me. Is my secret twin I see? You follow my actions and all that I do. I am just another copy of you! What am I?"
Bella takes a second to think. She expected Bruce to join her, but he is still in hiding. She is alone.
"Oh, and in case the rules weren't clear if you don't answer in let's say a minute, I'll blow this place sky high," The Riddler says, waving a detonator in his hand causing nervous gasps from the students in the lecture hall.
"A reflection," Bella says, hoping she is right.
The Riddler holds up the detonator, his thumb hovering over the button, then he drops it to the floor, "Well done, Batgirl, maybe you're not the bimbo I thought you were."
"Shut up," Bella says walking over to The Riddler, "put your hands behind your back."
"Kinky," Riddler says as Bell hand cuffs him after telling him to take off the blast suit. This was met with an unexpected applause from the students. Some students leave their seats, and come up to Bella.
"That was amazing," one girl says, "you showed him who was boss."
"Oh, Thank you," Bella responds blushing, not used to admiration, "It was nothing. really. He's not as smart as he thinks."
"What guy is?" the girl says, giggling, "Your make up is so good by the way."
"Oh stop," Bella says remembering the long hours of makeup tutorials she went through during the beginning of her feminization.
"Hey, are you single?" A large male student asks, probably a football player.
Bella blushes deeper, she looks around for Bruce, thankfully he is nowhere in sight, "Um, that's a good question, it's complicated, I guess."
"Are those real?" a male voice said, but Bella couldn't place it in the swarm of college student. Some guys have no class, Bella thinks crossing her arms to cover her large breasts.
"Batgirl, let's go," Bruce says suddenly appearing from seemingly nowhere. The once eager and friendly college students make a path for the large and intimidating Batman. A part of Bella wishes she had a similar imposing aura, maybe that way less people would ask to feel her hair, or comment on her looks. Then again, Bella can't help but get a strange pleasure from the jealous looks from girls, and the lustful looks from guys, as long as the guys are cute. Not that she had eyes for anyone but Bruce, she had never been attracted to a man before or since Bruce, and girls didn't really excite her much anymore. The football player looked especially nervous as Batman led the alluring Batgirl out of the room.
~~~~~
"You shouldn't have left position, Batgirl."
"You don't have to call me Batgirl when we're alone," Bella says gesturing to the vacant rooftop they were perched on.
Bruce continues, "Never uses names in the field. Riddler is more dangerous than he seems."
Bella frowns, she thought she had proved herself by now, "Oh please, you can see that tacky suit right, he's a joke," Bella says pointing to the Riddler who is being questioned by police, "most people confuse him for The Joker." Bella knows the reference to his greatest foe will upset Bruce, but she doesn't care. She's annoyed, and thinks Bruce should trust her to take down the Riddler by herself.
The Riddler spots Batman and Batgirl on the roof, and gesture with a hand inviting Bella to come down.
"Don't move, he's just playing with you, he'll try to get in your head," Bruce says.
Bella rolled her eyes, do you really think I'm that stupid, Bella thinks, I'm not some airhead that will get shook by some riddle obsessed freak. Fueled with spite, Bella glides down from the roof, landing just in front of the police car The Riddler was being lead to. "You must have lost your edge, Nygma, Batman told me you're a threat, but I just see a sad little man."
"Those petty insult are beneath you, I don't want to fight, I just wanted a another look at you." The Riddler looked Bella up and down, undressing her with his eyes. Bella's skin crawls, but she tries to maintain composure, "The next riddle I seek to answer is, what does Batgirl look like unencumbered by that gaudy suit? I can hardy wait to find out. That's a riddle that Gotham will be interested in!"
"The only think you'll be seeing in the inside of a cell in Arkham," Bella replies, trying to channel what she thought a hero would say in this context. The Riddler only smirks, with an cold and mischievous look in his eyes, his head is pushed down by the arresting officer, and he is driven away, leaving Bella alone with a sinking feeling. Bella decides to ignore the attempted manipulation and his perverted remark, he's just another crook in a silly suit.
Bella returns to the rooftop, where Bruce is waiting for her. She's suddenly embarrassed, realizing she's acting like a spiteful, and moody girlfriend. She's disobeyed Bruce's orders twice tonight already. "You were right, he just tried to mess with me."
Bruce doesn't say anything.
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't always do what you say.. it's just sometimes, it feels like you don't trust me, like we're not equals."
Bruce stands up, and grabs Bella by the hands, "Of course I trust you," Bruce says simply, "I just worry, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
Bella smiles, she thought Bruce didn't trust her, she never considered he worried about her. Bella looks past Bruce's tough exterior, and sees a deeply disturbed boy who doesn't ever want to lose someone he cared about again. Her heart swells. She puts a hand on his chest, "you don't have to worry about protecting me, I'm good at this, after all I was trained by the best."
Bruce grins, which Bella always considers a major accomplishment. Bella Looks up at Bruce, her hand on his chest, bodies inches apart. Come on Bruce, kiss me, kiss me, how many more signals do you need?
"Should I expect you two home soon?" Alfred says over comms, just as it looked like Bruce was going to lean in. Dammit Alfred, Bella thinks. Bruce hasn't kissed Bella since their first kiss on that rooftop. It was a pleasurable memory, but Bella wanted to make more. She didn't know if it was because of her history as a boy, or maybe Bruce didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Bella could initiate contact, but something in her told her that the man should make the move. It didn't make sense, but Bella wanted to feel like Bruce desired her, so she couldn't force it. When Bella decided to remain a girl, she had thought her relationship with Bruce would be the simplest part, after all she knew what men wanted. Instead she was left confused by the lack of contact. She would wait until he was ready, Bruce was worth it.
"Yes Alfred, we'll return shortly," Bruce says, as Bella takes her hand from his chest, she'll have to wait on that kiss, "Ready to call it a night, Batgirl?"
Bella smiles, "let's go home, Batman."
In the distance a trench coat-clad figure covered in bandages lowers their binoculars as the dynamic duo glide away.
~~~~~
Bella wakes up the next day. Everyday she wakes up sore from her nights spent as Batgirl. She crawls out from under her blanket, knowing if she doesn't she'll be tempted to fall back asleep. She sits at the end of her bed stretching her aching muscles. She minces her way to the bathroom. She stops at the body mirror. She's more or less gotten used to her silhouette, but the image of her bouncing breasts barely contained in her sleep cami, reminds her of the strange journey these last few months have been. Undressing reminds her that there is still one small reminder of her past life. Her small phallus dangles between she toned and womanly legs. It looks more and more out of place as the days go on. She had scheduled the operation to do away with it under the influence of Poison Ivy's gas, and then she soberly decided to keep the appointment, but she postponed it when the date approached, out of fear. Getting a sex change would be the final nail that would firmly put Dick Grayson in her past. She wasn't ready to do that. She enjoyed being a woman, these last few month have been her best, but she still felt lost, as if she didn't know herself, and until she did, she couldn't let go of Dick, literally and metaphorically.
She normally didn't get up so early, after all Bats were nocturnal, but today she had her regular appointment with Dr. Elliot. She had been taking female hormones, and due to local laws she had been made to attend sessions with a gender therapist. Bella thought the gender therapist would have helped her deal with all her complicated feelings regarding her gender change, and her new womanly attraction to Bruce. Unfortunately her transformation was so tied to her Batgirl identity that it was difficult to be completely candid with the therapist.
After a shower, Bella decides to wear a pink spaghetti strap top, and denim short shorts. She dresses in such feminine clothes to ensure the therapist was convinced that she was serious about her gender development, plus it was nice to look cute. Bella smiles as she checks out herself in the mirror. The hormones have been doing their job, Bella's body has developed feminine curves, and her skin has softened. In the back of her mind she knew she could reverse the hormone treatment if she ever wanted to go back to being a boy, but it was nice to see her exercise and hormone regiment has turned her body into feminine perfection. Even if she took all the testosterone in the world, she'd never be big and manly, like Bruce. Maybe she truly was destined to be a woman. Bella smiles.
Bella sat at her vanity, She's gotten quite good at beautifying her face. Never overdoing it, she's learned only to accentuate her natural features. Even subtle makeup can enhance her full lips, alluring eyes, and elegant check bones. After she's satisfied with her look she sashays through a mist of perfume, quickly slips on sandals with a small heel, and rushes downstairs, not wanting to keep Bruce waiting.
Every time she goes to an appointment she tells Bruce that he doesn't need to wake up so early to drive her, but every time he does. Secretly Bella is glad Bruce always drives her and waits in the car when she goes. Going to the gender therapist and taking hormone shots is an emotionally draining experience for Bella, who is not always ready to face her feminization head on. She's always thankful to know that Bruce is there for her through her journey.
"You know there's no reason we both have to get up this early, Bruce. I'm a big girl," Bella says, bouncing down the main staircase.
"You certainly are," Bruce says his eyes briefly transfixed on Bella jiggling bust. Bella blushes, there's the other reason she enjoys dressing so femininely, "But I enjoy the drive. You ready?"
Bruce offers an arm, Bella takes it. He leads to the car. He doesn't always lead me like this, Bella thinks, maybe this is a sign he's getting comfortable with contact. Maybe I'll get that kiss yet. When Bruce assumes his civilian identity, he drives a 1955 Lincoln Futura, all black, of course. Bruce opens the door for Bella, Bruce owns many cars, but this is Bella's favorite, despite the effect the roofless car had on her hair.
The drives to the appointments always had the potential to be miserable. If it was a silent drive, Bella would have to think about her life, and how it's changed, and is she ready for this, and who am I? Bella didn't like thinking about her future, she came from the circus, she was an acrobat, she only lived in the moment. Thankfully the drive was not miserable because it had become a ritualistic way to connect with Bruce. When they were Batman and Batgirl, Bruce isn't exactly in the mood to be open and thoughtful, even when they take similar drives in the batmobile. But this drive, it's early, too early to have your guard up, and Bruce is comfortable in his civilian identity, it's the perfect opportunity for Bella to get a glimpse of the man behind the mask. Bella takes the opportunity, and the drives have been the highlight of her weeks. While confused by the lack of physically connection, Bella came to greatly appreciate being able to intimately connect with Bruce on an emotional level. She's never felt so close to someone.
"Oh look a Delaware license plate, ..and it's got a cute little S on it," Bella says looking out the window, "do you still talk to Big Blue?"
"Here and there," Bruce replies flatly.
"Really? what's he like?" Bella asks, turning to Bruce.
"He's.. alien," Bruce says. Bella notices a subtle tightness in his voice. Over the months, Bella has picked up that Bruce has something of a jealous streak in him.
Bella decides to be nice, "He's always seemed boring to me, nobody likes a boy scout." Bella hopes that calms Bruce's jealousy. Although... Bella remembers one of those girly magazines she read after her boob job, it said something about making guys jealous is a good way to test what a guy wants. Bella doesn't know if Bruce thinks of her as a friend that he occasionally flirts with, or a girlfriend, or just a partner. The not knowing kills Bella. Sure they kissed. Once. But maybe that was just a "Hey good job defeating Penguin" kiss and nothing more.
Maybe making Bruce a tiny bit jealous will force him to announce what they are, and Bella wasn't about to initiate the "what are we?" conversation.
"You knew Dr. Tommy as a kid, right?" Bella asks.
"Yes, I knew Dr. Elliot as a child. We were friends."
"Friends? I didn't realize you had those, no offense," Bella says trying to coly flirt.
"It was before my parents died."
"Oh." Maybe Bella still had a way to go with this flirting thing.
"Close friend?"
"Closest. I wasn't the most sociably boy, even before, but Tom seemed intent on taking me out of my shell. Perhaps it was because he sensed a kinship between us, we were both only children of wealthy families, and we both became orphans."
"Wow. Why didn't you keep in touch?"
"Age can ..change people. besides we were on very different paths. He followed in my father's footsteps, and became a surgeon. I ..well I was on an alternative career path. When I returned to Gotham Tom contacted me, he wanted to catch up. We met-"
"You met?" Bella says confused, Bruce isn't the social type.
"It was my first year back in Gotham, those were lonely years. I thought reconnecting with a childhood friend would boost my spirits, and aid in the mission."
Bella rolls her eyes at Bruce describing his need for human connection in the context of aiding his war on crime, Bella finds his obsessive personality adorable. "So did it boost your spirits?"
"Like I said, we were on different paths. We were different people. Literally, in his case."
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently Tom had a problem with aging, and as a pre-emptive measure he had undergone several surgeries, I barely even recognized him."
"Really? it was that extreme?" Bella ask picturing the Doctor his her head. He was handsome, good features, she wondered how much was original and how much was changed.
"I've heard rumors that in med school Tom developed a procedure that temporarily softened the bone and tissues necessarily for plastic surgery, this allowed for more drastic changes. One could construct a brand new face."
"Why haven't I ever heard of this?"
"The Board of Medical Practice wouldn't approve the procedure. Tom still claims that the side effects they identified were illegitimate"
"What kind of side effects?"
"Manic behavior, extreme depression, and the like."
"My god, and you think Tommy did the procedure to himself?" Bella asks thinking back to her every interaction with the doctor. He always seemed normal, polite even, although he had a tendency to stare at her breasts a little longer than necessary, "if he has, I don't think he's been affected."
"Probably not, but the man I met was not the boy I knew."
Bella looks down at her body, "well, people change I suppose.."
~~~~~
Bella enters the Gotham Medical center alone, leaving Bruce to wait in the car. She didn't like reminding him of her past as a boy. After a brief wait in the lobby, Bella is called into Dr. Elliot's examination room.
"My favorite patient, how are you doing young lady?"
"Good, a little tired."
"Out partying last night?"
Bella remembers the events of the previous night, "Yeah, trivia night ran long last night, things got intense."
"Pop that shirt off, let's see how your implants are doing."
Bella pulls her top off, and unhooks her bra. Her pert breasts jiggle free from their lacy constraints. The groping is a little uncomfortable, but Bella understands it's just clinical procedure. Dr. Elliot feels Bella up, occasionally squeezing to identify abnormalities, "Perfect, some of my best work, if I do say so myself."
Bella tries not to react to the squeezing, she stifles a gasp, "uh, yeah, I'm quite fond of them, thank you."
"You can put your shirt back on, where'd you get that top?" Dr. Elliot asks, back turned looking over papers.
"Oh, I don't know, it was a gift," Bella says, a little caught off guard.
"I assumed a girl like you would know all about that fashion stuff. My niece, Linnea, is and you remind me of her."
"I do care about fashion," Bella says, but is a little surprised at her words, she's never exactly thought about it, but she figures if I'm gonna be a girl might as well be fashionable. If you got it, flaunt it, right?
"Then you'd get along with my niece, she's always shopping, she's into all that girly stuff, I'm sure you have a lot of friends like that."
"Um, not really. I don't have many friends. I just recently, um, came out of my shell," Bella says meekly, does Alfred count as friend? If not Bella realizes she has zero.
"I could give you her number."
"Oh no, no," Bella says embarrassed. She doesn't want a pity friend, although it would be nice to do something other than fight crime, and train for fighting crime. This niece sounds like she has the life that Bella occasionally wishes she had, no stress, no fighting, just buying clothes with daddy's money. Bella was ashamed she had a desire for such a self indulgent life, but it'd be nice to have a break.
"Now bend over Bella," Dr. Elliot says, grabbing a syringe.
Bella hops off the examination table, unzips her jean shorts, and pulls them down, revealing her lacy panties, and firm ass to the good doctor. Looking down Bella can barely see the small bump her boy parts create on her crotch. She's sure Tommy enjoys the sexually suggestive position she's in, but she hopes he's only professionally minded. Dr. Elliot, places a steadying hand on her butt. Bella bites her lip, as the doctor injects the hormones.
After a blushing Bella pulls her shorts on, Dr. Elliot leads her to the therapist's office.
"Hey Dr. Strange," Bella says smiling, taking a seat on the comfortable couch.
"Please young lady, call me Hugo, how are you today?"
"Good, a little tired," Bella says, repeating her answer from earlier. Dr. Strange takes his seat, adjusting his glasses, he begins gently stroking his chinstrap beard, as he always does at the beginning of their meetings. His relaxed demeanor, and slow speaking patterns have a calming affect on Bella.
"Let's begin where we left off last time, you were telling me about the first time you realized you were a female in a male's body."
"Yes, um, so, I was with a guy, and he kissed me, and first I resisted, but when I gave in, it felt as though a weight had been lifted off me. That's when I finally felt okay admitting I like being a girl."
"But that wasn't the first time you dressed up, correct?"
"Yeah, I mean no, it was not the first time. When I did it the first few times I told myself I was doing it for ..different reasons. I thought I was just playing a character."
"A character, you say?"
"I guess that was my way of coping with my true feelings," Bella felt her eyes welling up. She has been crying a lot more recently, no doubt due to the powerful female hormones she's been taking. She's not naturally the most open person, but Dr. Strange has a quality about him that makes Bella feel comfortable baring her soul. She finds herself saying things she's never thought about even by herself.
"Are you comfortable in your femininity more now versus your time playing this character?"
"Actually I think it was easier back then, strangely. Um pun not intended," Bella says blushing at her accidental pun.
The Doctor smirks, "easier?"
"Easier because, I was basing my feminine role on other women, I guess," Bella says remembering her time listening to Selina Kyle's tips of attraction at the club, "And now I'm a girl, but I don't know who I am as a girl, if that makes sense."
"Tell me, do you have any feminine role models in your life? A mother, a sister, any female friends?"
Bella takes a second to think. She met Wonder Woman a couple months ago, but she doesn't exactly have her on speed dial. Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn drugged her, so they probably don't count. "No, none come to mind."
"Perhaps associating yourself with girls your own age will provide opportunities to explore your femininity. You will find yourself through them."
"Find myself through them..." Bella repeats.
"Just a thought," Dr. Strange says lifting up his arm to check the time, "That concludes our time, but I look forward to next session."
Bella gets up, and grabs a lollipop from a bowl on the doctor's desk, "Thank you Dr. Strange- Hugo."
"My pleasure, there's nothing better than helping a young person find their place in this world, and I know you are meant for great things."
Bella leaves the office feeling good, she always did after these sessions. It was nice being able to share the burden of her anxieties with a good listener like Dr. Strange.
~~~
"Thank you," Bella says as Bruce opens the door to the manor for her. She walks in still sucking the lollipop. Alfred descends the stairs.
"I'll be in the cave, be there for training in ten minutes," Bruce says walking towards the study.
"I trust your appointment went well," Alfred asks, once they are alone.
"Well enough, but both the doctor and the therapist basically prescribed me a friend. They thought a female presence would help me feel comfortable in my ..new role. Dr. Elliot even offered up his niece basically."
"Sounds like an inspired idea," Alfred says, "I'll set it up."
"No, no. I don't want anyone else know about my ..situation."
"I doubt you'll have trouble passing, Miss Bella. If this can provide a sense of comfort, then you owe it to yourself to accept help. Besides, I'm sure you could use some time away from this old mansion, and you know who," Alfred says, putting two fingers up on either side of his head, imitating a bat mask. Bella giggles.
She think for a moment, she knows Alfred always has her best interests at heart, "Alright, I'll give this having a friend thing a try. Set it up."
"Very well. Now hurry down to the basement, Master Bruce isn't the patient type."
"Oh and Alfred, do you know what training Bruce has planned?"
~~~~~
Bella lifts herself out of the pool, she runs and hand through her hair, and bends over to grab her water bottle. Bruce joins her for refreshments.
"Training in the pool again, huh Bruce, I'm beginning to think you have an ulterior motive."
"Water-Based Resistance Training is shown to have many benefits when compared to alternative methods, there are numerous reasons to continue the practice."
"I'm guessing you're motivated by two large reasons." Maybe Bella's flirting isn't very subtle, but her relationship with Bruce is when she feels most comfortable in the feminine role, perhaps due to Bruce's apparent masculinity, and her femininity by comparison. Hell she only felt truly like a girl for the first time when Bruce kissed her.
"Let's take a break, I want to show you something," Bruce says leading Bella to familiar room in the cave.
"What's this?" Bella asks looking at the large container with a Bat symbol on it.
"Well now that you're officially a member of the family, I thought you could use a new suit."
Bella smiles, she quickly turns to Bruce, "You made me a new suit, oh my god!" She hugs Bruce, making sure he can feel her warm breasts on his bare chest, he deserves it. Bruce returns the hug with a small smile, many years of dating around has proven that you can't go wrong with buying a girl more clothes. "Open it, open it," Bella says bouncing up and down in excitement.
Bruce approaches the large container, and presses a button. Smoke emits from the case, as the sides part to reveal the suit. Bruce looks back to Bella, "So, how did I do?"
"It's perfect," Bella says, giddily approaching the suit, "I have to try it on now." Bella pulls her bikini straps down from her shoulders, and moves to unhook the top. She looks back over her shoulder to Bruce, "That means you leave the room."
"Of course," Bruce says with a look that may be embarrassment.
Bella changes into appropriate undergarments, and puts on the suit. Maybe she should have let Bruce stay, it's not like he hasn't seen her topless before. Then she remembers that Bruce probably wouldn't want to see what she's packing in these bikini bottoms. At times like that she wishes she was a full woman for Bruce. She pushes her doubts away as she pulls the cowl over her head, "Come back in," she yells to Bruce.
"Wow," Bruce says, entering the room.
"What do you think?" Bella says striking a few poses for the entranced billionaire.
"Beautiful," Bruce says walking closer to Bella.
Is this the moment, Bella thinks, he's gotta kiss me now, he just gave me a wonderful gift, come on. Bella looks up to Bruce silently, pouting her lips.
"Master Bruce, if you and Miss Bella don't leave soon you'll be late, and that's taking into account your fashionable lateness," Alfred announces over the intercom system.
"Oh, are we going somewhere," Bella says, disappointed at the missed opportunity, but curious as to what Bruce has planned.
"Wayne Enterprises is hosting a charity auction tonight. We're going."
"Like protecting it? Do you think it's gonna be robbed or something?"
"We're attending."
Bella bites her lip, and smirks. Since she decided to continue being a girl, and accepting herself with the therapy sessions, Bella is comfortable admitting to herself that she loves dressing up. This day is getting better and better. She just bought a new gown that'll be perfect. After taking off her new suit, Bella excitedly rushes up the stairs to get ready.
Bruce watches his young partner bounce up the stairs, her bosom jiggling with every step. Bruce sees no trace of the boy she once was. Her feminization was something Bruce had not initially planned on, and while he couldn't ignore them, he struggled with his feelings.
End of Part 1
Author's Note: Hello out there! Thank you for reading my story, and looking at my illustrations. I think I've gotten a lot better at writing, and drawing, so this story will hopefully be better than the first. It's a strange feeling actually being proud of this, but honestly, I'm really glad with how it turned out. The story is complete, and it will probably be around 5 parts, with more that 40 full illustrations. In fact that may be too many illustrations, but dang I love you guys so much you deserve it! Anyway please comment, and tell me your thoughts, I am genuinely curious. And feel free to leave predictions in the comments, I'll shout you out if you're right. Tell me who you think the Villain will be... or perhaps Villains. I've said too much, thanks BYE!
Batgirl: The Twinflower
By: Kokopo618
Bella pushes down her feelings of insecurity as Bruce leads her into the main gala room. Her dresses always seem less revealing when she's trying them on in front of a mirror. Once in the room her thoughts turn to taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Another feminine quality she's discovered about herself is her appreciation for the glitz and glamour of high society. It's a far cry from her upbringing in the circus. She didn't own a suit, as a boy, and now she dresses to the nines in an elegant gown. Not only that, but she's being accompanied by a billionaire playboy. She's certainly come a long way from imagining going to a prom with a pretty girl. Now she's the bubbly and undeniably sexy girl hanging off the arm of her tux wearing date. And she's loving it, Bruce certainly looks good in a suit.
Bruce tells Bella to mingle with the guests. Bella puts on a brave face, but she's worried about someone calling her a dude in a dress. Even though she knows the unlikelihood of that, she carries the irrational fear with every interaction. She's especially worries about other women seeing through her disguise. Then she hears Dr. Strange in her head telling her it's not a disguise, she's a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman. Bella repeats the mantra in her head. She struggles through many interactions with the other guests, she has nothing in common with these people, but as the date of Bruce Wayne she knows she has to act her best. She occasionally finds Bruce's eyes from across the room, he gives her an apologetic look, and Bella can tell he's not enjoying his mingling either.
Bella politely excuses herself from a conversation with a wealthy elderly couple, she needs a break. She finds a seat at the bar. She asks for a water.
"We gotta stop meeting like this," says a purring voice from behind Bella. Selina Kyle takes the seat next to Bella, "Are you here on work?"
"No, no," Bella says remembering the last time they met, Selina assumed she was a fellow thief who used her feminine charms to steal, "I'm out of that, I've settled."
"Settled, oh?" Selina says ordering a Martini from the young male bartender who's eyes are nearly popping out at the sight of the two beautiful women.
"Yes, well kinda, not settled-settled, but kinda."
"Who?" Selina asks, crossing a long smooth leg over the other.
"Bruce," Bella says, the lack of confidence in her voice apparent, "Wayne."
"A large catch, very good, kitty. And you're not going to steal even a little?"
"No, I care about him," Bella says quickly.
"Alright, Alright, so why do you sound so unsure?"
Bella blushes, she's a little embarrassed at her instinct to talk about boys with another girl, but she's thankful for the perspective of a woman, "Well he hasn't.. There hasn't been much ..contact."
"Oh, hmm. I've never had that problem, I'm surprised he can resist, especially the way you dress," Selina begins causing Bella's face to redden more, "I hate to tell you this, but it could mean that Bruce isn't interested, he has a reputation for not settling, I'm sorry kitty. Men are the worst."
"You really think he's not interested," Bella says in a small voice. Bruce wouldn't lead her on, right? He must be interested, but maybe she's made it up in her head. Maybe their kiss meant nothing. No, no. "Bruce wouldn't do that," she says though her confidence has not returned.
"You're probably right," Selina says, though she doesn't believe it, "if you're not, know that there are many fish in the sea, I personally found Bruce a little boring, I need a man with a little danger. But to each her own, I suppose. And it looks like your man is trying to find you." Selina gestures to Bruce who's looking around.
Bella gets up, "Thank you for the talk. Um, can I have your number? I don't have many friends," Bella says meekly.
"Sure honey," Selina says writing a number on a card, "and don't have too many expectations, men often disappoint. I don't want to see you get hurt. And be good."
"I will," Bella says taking the card, and skipping off to find Bruce.
Selina watches the silly young girl, bounce away in search of her man, hoping that the perky girl never has to know heartbreak.
~~~~~
"Looking for me?" Bella says in a small voice from behind Bruce, Selina's words still rattling in her head.
"Yes," Bruce says turning to admire his beautiful companion.
"Hey," Bella says unsure if she should voice her concerns to Bruce.
"Hey, have I told you how amazing you look?"
"Yes," Bella says blushing, trying to find a way to coly quell her fears, "This is the second time we've been together in public, people are going to talk."
"Let them," Bruce says.
"Being seen with the same girl multiple times is new for you, isn't it," Bella asks though she knows the answer.
"You're not like other girls."
"I know," Bella says her head dropping, eyes to the ground.
"Bella," Bruce says taking a step closer. He lifts Bella's head up gently by her chin. Bella's lip trembles. She can feel his hand curl around her backside finding it's way to the small of her back. Bruce gently pulls her forward, He leans down. Bella parts her lips, eagerly accepting Bruce's lips on her own. She instinctually raises a leg, giving room for their groins to rub against each other. Bella can feel Bruce's maleness, thankfully she was wearing her gaff so all Bruce could feel was a flat inviting crotch. Bella felt a familiar, and enticing feeling spread through her body. This kiss was more passionate than their first, Bella can feel the desire emanating from the large bulge in Bruce's pants, and the commanding way he held her as they lustfully explored the other's mouth.
Bruce pulls back, Bella stares into his eyes. Applause comes from the gawking onlookers. Bella smiles, her head was swimming in her femininity. Bruce had claimed her, now everyone knew that she was his girl, there was no doubt anymore. Bella felt as womanly as she did after their first kiss, like Bruce sucked any remaining masculinity from her. From that point on, Bruce and Bella do their mingling together. Bruce retains a dominant grasps on his shapely date's small waist occasionally venturing south for a butt grab that Bella has to swat away.
Bruce leads Bella to a table, near the back, "I have to introduce you to the city's police commissioner," Bruce says gesturing to a seated man.
Hearing his title, Jim Gordan turns and stands from his seat, reaching out and arm to shake Bruce's hand, "Please Bruce, we've known each other for such a long time, call me Jim. And who might this lovely lady be?"
"Bella Grayson, sir," Bella says extending her own hand, and giving the commissioner a limp shake, "pleased to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," Gordan says. Bella has never met the man, but she knows that he occasionally will assist Batman, and has been a staunch advocate of the vigilante, despite the two having a bumpy start, with some nasty business resulting in a city wide man hunt. Bruce proved his devotion to the city, and gained Gordan's trust. Since then the two have been good friends. Bella also knows that Officer Gordan was the first to comfort a young Bruce Wayne after the murder of his parents. Gordan's phone begins to buzz, he fiddles with his jacket, struggling to find the right pocket, obviously not used to such clothing. He finds his phone and looks down at it frowning, "I have to take this, excuse me."
Gordan leaves the two. Bruce looks to Bella and activates his ear piece allowing him to listen in to the commissioner's conversation from afar. Bella does the same.
"Oh god, another one," Gordan says with a heavy voice, "alright, alright, I'll be there, don't let the press anywhere near. And call someone to turn the damn light on, we need the big guy on this one."
"Everything alright commissioner?" Bruce says feigning ignorance.
"Work is calling me in, I'll spare the gory details for the young lady. This was a great party, and it was lovely to meet you," Gordan says looking at Bella than quickly finding his way to the exit.
Bruce begins to leave in the opposite direction. Bella follows.
"I'll have Alfred pull the car up to the back, we'll sneak out that way. I'm sorry we have to leave early."
"I don't mind," Bella says smiling, still a little dreamy from their kiss, "date night wouldn't be complete without a murder investigation."
"How was the party?" Alfred says from the driver's seat of the limo.
"Same old, same old," Bruce replies.
"I had fun," Bella says giving Bruce a coy look.
"I assume you'll be changing into your nightwear," Alfred says closing the privacy screen of the limo.
Bella begins unzipping her dress as Bruce undoes his tie, "No peaking."
~~~~~
"Victim has similar incisions as the other bodies, the face has been partially dissected, restraining marks on the wrists and ankles, suggesting the cuts were made before she died, but like the others this body has been dead for days, maybe weeks," The medical examiner says, standing up from his squatting position.
"Jesus," Gordan says unable to look at the dead girl's disfigured face, "who could do such a thing."
"A monster," Batman says, leaving the shadows frightening the young medical examiner. Bella follows.
Gordan looks to Batman, unnerved by his appearance, "This is the third body we've found like this, I think we have another serial killer."
"Pattern?"
"Every victim has been a young attractive girl, every one has been heavily disfigured, always in the face, sometimes the body as well."
"Clues?"
"With the bodies, there's been what seems like a love poem, presumably for the girls."
"How many?" Bella asks trying to sound professional in front of the two stoic men, but fear consumes her.
"Three so far, all presumed dead long before their discovery. We suspect the killer is revealing the bodies one by one on purpose," Gordan says matter of factly, this kind of case should shake him to the bones, but he's been on the job too long.
"Why?" Bella says hoping the more experienced men don't pick up on her terror in her voice.
"If I could explain that, I'd fill a cell in Arkham," Gordan says taking a puff from his cigar, "here's the note that was stapled to the body." Gordan hands Bella the evidence bag containing a piece of paper. Batman squats to examine the body.
Bella reads the note, "you said these notes were with every body?"
"Yes. Perhaps the killer approached each girl with a declaration of love and when they rejected him, he killed them."
"No," Bella says eyes still trained on the love note.
"No?" Gordan asks.
"The killer is a woman, and these notes are for a man," Bella says, pointing to the note, "Look. 'hold me in you arms,' 'let me please you,' 'play with my hair' this is written by a woman."
Gordan takes back the notes, examining it himself, "I'll be damned, how did we miss that."
Bella's eyebrow raises, "Did you have a woman read it?"
Gordan looks up at her with a look of embarrassed realization, "No, no we did not. That will change."
Gordan gives Batman copies of the case files, and shares all known information. It isn't much.
~~~~~
The drive back to the batcave is quieter than usual as the details of the gruesome case weigh heavy on Bella's thoughts.
"You can skip this one," Bruce says seemingly reading Bella's troubled mind as they pull in to the cave.
"Not a chance," Bella says trying to sound care free as she hops unto the cold cave floor.
"I'm serious. This job can get ugly, and it can be hard not to become ugly in response."
"You think I'm ugly," Bella says pouting her lips, doing her best to make a puppy dog face.
"You know what I meant," Bruce replies flatly.
"Yeah I know," Bella says changing her tone to reflect Bruce's seriousness, "But I want to be in this, one hundred percent, with you..." Bella places a hand on Bruce's arm to signify her own seriousness.
"Okay," Bruce says, "then let's get to work."
~~~~~
"We're getting nowhere," Bella exclaims throwing her head back in exhausted frustration. They had been working over the details of the case for hours, looking for patterns or motive, and making no headway.
"It is thankless work," Bruce says calmly exhibiting none of the signs of frustrations that Bella was unable to hide, "you should take a break. Didn't Alfred arrange a friend date for you?"
"I'm not taking a break, unless you are," Bella says defiantly, "I can cancel, I don't even know the girl."
Bruce turns and takes Bella by the hands, "Just because I'm obsessive does not mean you have to be, take a break."
Bella sighs and bite her lip, "fine. fine. I'll take a break." Bella gets up and stretches, she moves behind Bruce, and leans down draping her arms around his shoulders. "Just don't solve the case without me." Bruce turns his neck, their lips meet. Bella continues the kiss, but moves to the front of Bruce, gracefully joining him on his chair. Now straddling him, their kissing becomes more passionate as Bruce grabs handfuls of Bella's tits causing an unmistakable feminine moan to escape Bella's lips. Maybe they'll both take a break after all...
"Ah-hem," Alfred clears his throat, from behind them.
A blushing Bella slowly turns to face Alfred, hoping that her cape covered Bruce's roaming hands, "Hey Alfred." Bella ungracefully dismounts Bruce. If Alfred didn't know about Bruce and Bella's amorous relationship he certainly did now.
"How's the case coming along?" Alfred asks seemingly indifferent to the romantic display he had interrupted.
"It's coming," Bella answers immediately regretful of her choice of words. She feels like a teen girl being caught with her boyfriend.
"Well, you're supposed to meet Dr. Elliot's niece, Linnea, at the mall, though I can cancel if you're ..busy."
"No," Bella says red-faced, "I'm going, I just need to change."
"Very well, I'll bring the car around," Alfred says leaving.
Bella turns back to Bruce, "Don't miss me too much," she says with a wink, and a final parting kiss.
"Be careful," Bruce says as Bella sashays away.
"Careful?" Bella repeats, "I'm pretty sure I can handle a 20 year old girl."
End of Part 2
Author's Note:
Hello friends, I hope you enjoyed. Comment, if you desire.
Batgirl: The Twinflower
By:Kokopo618
"Excuse me, Linnea?" Bella says politely.
"OMG Bella hey," the girl replies, stranding up from her seat, giving Bella a girlish side hug. As Bella releases from the hug, she notices the large bandage across Linnea's nose. "My nose, I know, but I figured, new city, new nose."
"Oh," Bella says surprised by the girl's openness, "So you're new to the city?" Bella and Linnea take their seats. Bella nervously sits making sure to smooth her skirt under her. Thankfully the tables in the Gotham Mall Food court are relatively clean.
"Yeah, new girl in Gotham, and being the niece of the best plastic surgeon in town has it's benefits," Linnea says gesturing to her bandaged nose, "Did Uncle Tommy do yours?"
Bella almost says no, but realizing that the truth would reveal her secret, she just shyly nods.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of girl, sometimes we need help achieving our true selves."
"And my true self needed double D's," Bella jokes gesturing to her impressive rack, trying to match Linnea's openness. Although Bella jokes, she's appreciative that Linnea isn't judging her for having work done, though if she had known the extent of Bella's changes their conversation would be very different.
"Hell yeah, these certainly aren't natural," Linnea says grabbing her own similarly sized breasts. They both giggle. Bella is relieved, maybe she had underestimated the positive effect interactions with other girls would have. She remembers her brief time with Selina Kyle, it was nice to have a feminine presence. Bella thought it would be more difficult to pretend to be a twenty something girl with a real twenty something girl, but Bella realizes she doesn't have to pretend. She is as real as Linnea.
"So you gotta tell me how you hooked up with Bruce Wayne, I am sups jealous."
Bella giggled shyly, it was strange talking like this, "How do you even know about that?"
"Are you kidding? That picture of you and Bruce is everywhere on the internet. People thought you two were gonna start screwing on the dance floor," Linnea replies delicately picking at the salad she had gotten for herself.
"People did not say that, really?" Bella says embarrassed, they weren't that provocative, were they? "We haven't even done anything like that, anyway."
"No way, really?"
"Well, kissing, but nothing beyond that," Bella says, blushing. Bella had of course considered what it'd be like to go further with Bruce, but they'd only recently started kissing. Bella doesn't know if she's even ready for that. Would Bruce even want that? Maybe they would wait until after Bella did the surgery, but could Bruce wait that long. It made Bella feel deeply insecure to think that Bruce would never consider her a full woman.
"Why not, are you super religious or something," Linnea says, unable to fathom why someone wouldn't throw themselves at a man like Bruce.
"No, it's not that, I just recently kind of came out of my shell," Bella says unsure of how to phrase her words.
"Let me guess, you were a tom boy?"
Bella coly brushes a strand of hair from her face, "something like that, how'd you guess?"
"You have this humbleness about you, like you don't know that you're incredibly sexy, plus your ears aren't pierced. OH MY GOD!"
Bella couldn't believe the compliment, but Linnea's outburst distracted her, "What?"
"Well first we're getting your ears pierced and then we're gonna sex you up, so Bruce can't resist you."
"Oh I don't know.."
"Come on let me make you into a girly girl, it's be fun."
Bella made a face, it would be interesting to try to get Bruce's attention in that way, and at worst she'll learn a thing or two about being a girl from someone who seems like an expert, "Okay, let's do it!," Bella giggles.
~~~~~
"Ouch," Bella squeals.
"Beauty is pain, you'll learn that," Linnea says giving Bella reassuring pat on her shoulder.
"How does it look," Bella says turning her head to show Linnea the stud in her ear.
"So cute, girl," Linnea says excitedly, "and I know just where we're going next." Linnea grabs Bella's arm, dragging her through the mall.
Bella bite her lip nervously as she realizes where Linnea is leading her. She looks around like a fish out of water as she enters Victoria October's Secret. The lingerie store is full of girls, real girls, and Bella's fear of discovery returns. She feels like a girl internally, but surrounded by girls who were born female makes her feel out of place. Thankfully Linnea is there to quell her fears.
"Every girl needs a set of lingerie," Linnea says thumbing through clothes.
"Okay," Bella says, she already owns her fair share of lingerie, but she's not about to admit that.
"This is the one," Linnea says holding up a lacy pink set, that looks like it would barely cover anything.
Linnea leads Bella to a fitting room, once inside she hands her the set, and looks at her expectantly. "Um, could you wait outside, I'm kinda insecure about my body," Bella says.
"What do you have to be insecure about, you're perfect," Linnea says with a tinge of annoyance to her voice, "fine, I'll wait outside."
Once only Bella pulls her top off, she unhooks her bra, discarding her clothing to the side as her breasts bounce free from their constraints. She wiggles her juicy ass out of her tight jeans, gracefully stepping out of them, after kicking off her pink converse. She looks up to the ceiling confirming their are no cameras, fearful of anyone seeing her tiny Dick Grayson. She pulls her panties off, her males parts don't descend as they are so accustomed to being hidden away. Bella looks to the mirror and although her body is feminine perfection in every other way, her crotch serves as a reminded of her male past. She frowns, quickly putting her lingerie on, not wanting to see her exposed groin.
"Okay you can come in," Bella calls out, checking the mirror to ensure her feminine guise is intact.
"Oh my god, girl you look amazing," Linnea says coming in the room. Bella lets out a small gasp, Linnea is clad in the same lingerie as Bella, she did not expect that.
"Wow, look at you," Bella says, as Linnea strikes a pose, "Is that the same set as mine?"
"Exact same," Linnea says smiling, she walks up closer to Bella "Here let me adjust that for you." Linnea fiddles with Bella's lingerie cup, her hand glides from the fabric down Bella's torso, following her hourglass figure, "I'm so jealous. I want your body."
Tickled by Linnea's hand, Bella lets out a giggle, "Thank you," She remembers her life as a boy, she remembers being attracted to girls, but now a beautiful girl in lingerie is gently caressing her skin and she feels nothing. She's only considering Bruce's reaction to seeing her in this little number.
"Bruce should be the one to thank me," Linnea says, "There's no way he will be able to resist you wearing that."
"No, I can't imagine he will," Bella says. Thinking about going further with Bruce fills Bella with anxiety, she doesn't know if she's ready to give up her virginity to a man, she can't picture being fucked like a girl, the thought of it is so unfamiliar, it's nerve-racking, but intriguing. She is distracted by a buzzing from her discarded jeans, she bends over grabbing her phone from the back pocket. A text from Bruce tells her that her alter ego is needed immediately, "Oh shoot," Bella says turning to Linnea, "I have to go, it's an emergency, but this was so much fun. Thanks for helping me out today."
"What are friends for," Linnea says giving Bella a girlish hug, their equally sized busts meeting and squishing between them.
Bella changes back into her clothing, they leave the store after purchasing their matching lingerie. After a final kiss on the cheek goodbye, Bella hurriedly minces away, swaying her hips in her now natural feminine manner, trying to ignore the undressing stares of a group of teenage boys.
Linnea watches Bella leave, giggling to herself. She turns, walking in the opposite direction, but similarly swaying her hips. Linnea bites her lip, concealing a proud smirk.
~~~~~
"What's the situation?" Bella asks, quickly pulling her gloves on.
"Breakout at Arkham, an unknown amount of inmates escaped," Bruce says over comms. Bella can tell from the background noise that Bruce is in the batmobile, from the sound of it, he's in a rush.
"He didn't break out, did he?"
"Joker has been confirmed, he's still in his cell. The only known threat is Scarecrow, he's fled to Gotham Orphanage. That's where we're headed."
"The orphanage? That's a strange choice, I'm only a block away," Bella says looking to see the building in the distance.
"Do not engage until I get there, understood?" Bruce says in a stern voice.
"Okay daddy," Bella says, though in her feminine voice her sarcasm comes out a little sexual.
Bella reaches the orphanage, she waits on an adjacent rooftop. The orphanage is one of the oldest buildings in Gotham, it's architecture more reminiscent of a medieval castle than a home for abandoned children. Suddenly Bella hears a childlike scream from inside the building. Bella quickly stands up preparing to move, she hesitates thinking of Bruce's order, but if a child got hurt under her watch... No it's unacceptable, Bruce will understand. Bella glides down to the entrance.
She opens the large, heavy door. Thick fogs coats the floor, Bella coughs. It's dark, and the child's scream ceased, it's completely silent. Looking to her feet, Bella sees cockroaches scurry around her, "ewww." Bella snaps her head up, hearing a laugh come from a distant corridor. Bella takes small step closer to where she heard the laugh. She can feel her heartbeat. She tries to remember the breathing techniques Bruce had taught her.
Bella hears a screaming child, she deduces the sound is coming from the other side of a locked classroom door. She kicks the door in, riling up some dust that causes Bella to cough. "Is everybody alright?" Bella says entering the classroom. The children seem at ease, unaware of the potential danger. "Who yelled?"
A boy turns to Bella with a confused look on his face, "Why are you dressed up like a lady?"
Bella's stomach drops, "What?"
"Haha, you look silly, are you wearing makeup? aren't you a boy?"
"No," Bella says completely shell shocked. Her heart is beating rapidly, and she feel her eyes welling up with tears, "I'm a girl."
A girl with pigtails overhears and approaches, "No you're not, I'm a girl, you're some kind of fake sissy."
Bella begins crying, unable to believe what she is hearing. How could they see her as a male. She looks down to her body, "OH MY GOD!" She screams through her tears. Her breasts are gone, the fabric of her suit hangs limply where her breasts used to lay. She grabs uselessly at the air in front of her chest. "No, no, no, I'm a girl. I'm a girl!"
A gust of wind from an open window blows Bella's wig off, she pathetically reaches for it as the children laugh at her. The heel on her boot snaps, and she falls to the floor.
"Aren't you that kid from the circus?" An older boy says, "I saw you when I was younger, I wonder what your dead dad thinks of his sissy son."
Sobbing on the ground Bella doesn't make an effort to get up, instead she curls up tucking her knees tightly against her flat chest, tightly closing her eyes. Laughter fills the room.
End of Part 3
Author's Note: Hello my people, thank you for reading. Tell me what you think. There will be some sexy times in the next part, so look out! Thanks!
Batgirl: The Twinflower
By: Kokopo618
Bella doesn't know how long she was in that room, and her memories of the intervening time are fuzzy, she comes to consciousness on a soft couch.
"Wha- what?" She says quickly adjusting into an upward position.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're safe, are you warm enough?" Bruce says comforting Bella.
"What happened," Bella says looking up to Bruce. He's dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants. Bella is covered with a blanket, she's dressed comfortably, braless, in a loose T-shirt, and wearing a scarf.
"You were exposed to Scarecrow's fear toxin. I found you mumbling to yourself in the orphanage."
Bella recalls her experience, though thankfully her breasts are pushing against her T-shirt, still there. She was in her suit, Bruce must have undressed her. "What about the children?"
"There was nobody in the orphanage, it was evacuated before Scarecrow got there."
"Oh," Bella says, struggling to believe that the children she saw were all figments of her imagination that she saw due to the fear toxin. All the things they said.. Bella shudders. "What about scarecrow?"
"He turned himself in, shortly after I found you."
Bella frowns, "I know I heard a scream from inside that orphanage, and I couldn't have been exposed to fear toxin then. Somebody wanted me in that building. And now Scarecrow turns himself in. What's happening Bruce?"
"I don't know," Bruce says tightening his grip on Bella, sensing her fear, "But we'll figure it out."
Bella sighs, allowing herself to be comforted by Bruce's embrace. "I have a headache."
"The side effects should subside shortly," Bruce says reaching for the TV remote, "In the meantime, I prescribe relaxing activities."
Bella looks around, they almost never spend any time in the manor's living room, she can hardly remember the last time she watched TV here, let alone with Bruce. She checks the time, it's midnight, prime Batman time, "Are you sure you have nowhere else to be?" Bella asks in a small voice, knowing the answer.
"There's nowhere else I need to be," Bruce says confidently.
Bella's heart swells. She leans in closer, resting her head against Bruce's warm body. Their bodies adjust to accept the other in a comfortable position. Bella kisses Bruce on the cheek, "Thank you."
They sit together for a while, watching TV. Bella tries to forget her fear toxin induced hallucinations, she affirms her feminine identity to herself. Bruce's embrace and gently holding of Bella reinforces her femininity.
"Um, My neck kind of hurts, I think it'd be better if we lay down, your bedroom has a TV right," Bella says turning to look up at Bruce.
"It certainly does," Bruce says taking the not so subtle hint. In a smooth motion, Bruce stands up picking up Bella in his arms.
Bella giggles, "I can walk," She says but makes no move to resist.
Bruce says nothing, but carries Bella's light feminized body in his strong arms. Laying her gently down on his bed.
Bella sits up, pulling Bruce down to her. Kissing him as she wraps his arms around his neck, she pulls back, "I have to go grab something, I'll be right back." Bella stands up and begins mincing away.
Bruce playfully slaps her ass, as she giggles out the room.
Skipping giddily to her room, Bella pulls off her layers, and grabs her recently bought lingerie. Linnea was right, this will certainly make Bruce happy. After squeezing into the tight and drool inducing garment, Bella checks the mirror. In the back of her mind she knows what she's about to do, what she wants to do, and seeing her sexy reflection confirms that this is what she was meant to do. "Why was I ever born a boy," Bella says under her breath, as she fussed up her hair, "so many wasted years." No time to waste now. Bella returns to Bruce's room, her exposed skin against the cool air of the manor give Bella goosebumps, and her nipples harden poking from their lacy holders.
Entering the room, it appears that Bruce has left, presumably to go to the bathroom. Bella looks around. She get on her knees, and leans on the bed. In view of the door, she arches her back, accentuating her ass, trying to look sexy.
Bruce cups his hands under the faucet, he splashes the water on his face. He's always under stress, being Batman isn't exactly a relaxing way to live one's life, but it feels like the stress has been mounting recently. This new serial killer killing young girls, he fears for Bella's safety, but he knows bringing up his concerns will only make her think he doesn't trust her. He knows Bella is talented, a natural, but she's young, and lacks experience. Bruce turns off the faucet. He smiles to himself, maybe he's been more worried recently, but he's also been happy, happier than he's ever been. Maybe that's love, Bruce thinks. He opens the door, and walks back to his room, hopefully Bella has returned.
Bruce does a double take as he enters. His eyes find Bella, she's on her knees on the floor, gently resting her elbows, and breasts on the soft bed. Her ass is sticking out, rocking slowly back and forth. Returning to her face, Bruce looks at her innocent, yet sexy face. her wet, glossy lips are slightly agape and looking inviting. Bella tilts her head in the direction the bed. As if in a trace, Bruce walks over to the bed, and sits down.
Bella rises from her kneeling position, and joins Bruce in the bed. Her small hands find the hem of Bruce's shirt, and lift up. Bruce's arms rise, and allow Bella to remove his shirt. Bella takes in the sight of Bruce's strong and scared chest. She places her dainty hand on Bruce's chest, pushing the large man down from his upright position. Straddling him, with her soft shapely thighs at either side of his torso, Bella leans down, her mount inches away from Bruce's. Her soft and large breasts, contained in their lacy support rest warmly against Bruce's hard body.
Bella smiles, "hey."
"Hey," Bruce says.
"You've been so good to me. You've saved me, helped me."
"Of course."
Bella can feel Bruce's stiffening rod, ache against her own flat crotch, she begins to gently rock her hips, as she continues, "Bruce I have to ask, when all this began, did you know? did you know who I really was. Who I was meant to be?" Bella's lip quivers a bit as she asks, she doesn't like to remind Bruce of her male origins, but the question has been weighing on her.
"Not immediately, but yes, I knew," Bruce responds. Bella is silent, though her rocking continues, "Are you happy? I mean, are you happy with the new ..you?"
Bella smiles wide, noticing Bruce's tinge of nervousness, "Oh yes, I'm very happy," Bella bites her lip, "I want to thank you." Bella closes her eyes, and leans further down, letting her mouth open to accept Bruce's. Bruce's hands rise to grab hold of Bella's tiny waist, his large hands almost touch as the wrap around the petite body of the feminized former boy. Bella steadies herself with a hand on Bruce's shoulder. Their kissing continues, as Bruce's stress fades away, and Bella's fear washes away and is replaces with rippling waves of pleasure. Bella's hand move to Bruce's hair and she plays with his thick mane, as Bruce's hands move down forming a commanding grip of Bella's juicy ass, now he controls the gentle rocking against his stiffing cock.
Bella pulls away from their kissing, she leans to the side, and begins kissing and sucking on Bruce's neck. Bruce has increased the rate of her gentle rocking, and now she is grinding deeply against his cock, feeling its extending length. Bella moves down from Bruce's neck, kissing his chest. Bella extends her tongue licking down to his rock hard abs, she continues kissing, her destination close.
"Wait," Bruce says suddenly. Bella looks up making eye contact with her man. Bruce continues, "You don't have to, if you're not ready."
Instead of responding, Bella retains eye contact, opening her mouth, and biting the hem of Bruce's underwear. Bruce engaged his core, lifting his crotch slightly, this gives Bella the chance to pull down Bruce's briefs with her teeth. Bruce's pulsating manhood springs joyfully from his underwear. Bella mouth opens releases his underwear, her mouth turns into a smile as she stares at Bruce's hard, swaying tower. Her eyes move back to meet Bruce's, he appears to be in a lust filled haze, retaining eye contact Bella grasps the base of Bruce's cock with a small hand. Feeling the warmth emanating from Bruce's cock, Bella inhales shaking with anticipation. She begins gently squeezing her hand as she tilts her wrist up and down. Bella sticks her tongue out, and places it, wide, on the underside of Bruce's cock. she slowly licks the length of the rigid cock. Once she reaches the head, she swirls her tongue around the head. She looks back up to Bruce, she opens her mouth, parting her wet lips, leaning further down, she lets Bruce's cock enter her warm mouth. The taste is not what Bella had anticipated, there was a hint of sweetness, and the texture, the juicy flesh, feels like it is full of life. It's intoxicating. Bella finds herself dutifully bobbing up and down, lettings Bruce's meaty member slide in and out of her mouth, as her lips pucker and tighten sucking like her life depended on it. Bella feels Bruce's hand gather her hair pulling it out of the way, his hand finds the back of her head, and he begins guiding. Bella defers to Bruce's pace, and quickly responds by matching speed. Bella sticks out her hands to balance, they find Bruce's muscular chest, her hands move to his strong abs, feeling up his hard and scared body. It is a jarring reminder of Bella's situation. Here she is a smooth, soft, tight bodied, busty girl, an utterly feminine girl, eagerly and submissively sucking the hard cock of a hard man. Bruce's cock stiffens in Bella warm mouth, and knowing what's coming, Bella lets Bruce's cock pop out of her mouth, she then give the under side of the shaft a final lick, which causes a final spasm, and the cock begins shooting ropes of thick cum into Bella's wide accepting mouth, Bella puts it back in her mouth, sucking deeply on the head to receive any remaining cum. She then licks the cock clean, until it is glistening from saliva, proud of her work Bella gives a final sloppy kiss to the head, and then returns it into Bruce's underwear, smiling.
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Bella looks up to Bruce, whose still heavy breathing tells her that she had successfully pleasured him. It was nice to be good at things, Bella thought smiling sweetly up at her man. Her lover.
"You're quite talented at that," Bruce says, breaking the silence.
"I suppose I know what men want," Bella replies giggling. She crawls up next to Bruce, and allows him to surround her in his large body. It feels nice, warm, and safe. Bella can't keep a smile from her face. It was strange to think that not to long ago, Bella had thought he was going to be the one receiving blowjobs, but now Bella as a she is the one gleefully providing the most feminine service. It felt so girly, so submissive, Bella loved it.
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Approaching the closest parking spot Bella pulls in slowly, ensuring she does not damage the no doubt very expensive car she is borrowing from Bruce. She is meeting Linnea to play tennis. When Bella was invited she was relieved that Linnea didn't harbor any ill will regarding their previous hangouts. Bella had been forced to leave prematurely to fulfill her duties as Batgirl.
Bella enters the empty court, smoothing out her skirt she wishes she had chosen a longer garment, any onlookers are almost guaranteed a panty shot when she starts running around. Oh the things I do for fashion, Bella thinks as she sets down her belongings off to the side.
"Guess who," Linnea says embracing Bella from behind, and kissing her cheek.
Bella is a little caught off guard from the sudden hug, but she quells her reflexes, and turns to face her friend.
"Oh my..." Bella says, further caught off guard by Linnea changed appearance.
"Well, what do you think?" Linnea asks giggling as she fluffs her newly crimson hair.
"It's very ...red," Bella replies lamely unable to think of anything else to say.
"You don't like it?" Linnea asks, her voice suddenly dropping to a whisper.
"No no, it's very cute," Bella says quickly, not wanting to insult her only friend, "it looks a lot like mine."
"You don't own a patent on red hair, Bella," Linnea says with a tinge annoyed incredulity. "Beside
every Gotham girl dyed their hair, after this Batgirl showed up. Don't tell me that's natural."
It's natural," Bella says defensively, only realizing afterwards that she's wearing a wig. She's been growing out her hair underneath her wig and she's anxious to wear it naturally, once the length is right. Perhaps she'll go with a color other than red, but it's hard to picture.
"Uhh Bella," Linnea asks waving a hand in front of Bella's concentrated face, "anybody home?"
"Sorry," Bella says blushing, "I was just thinking about... hair."
"It's hard to believe you were ever a tomboy, your evolution into a Gotham Bimbo is complete," Linnea says smirking.
"Ha ha," Bella says back, though it's hard to deny Linnea's analysis, it's strange to think that not too long ago Bella was as boyish as they come. Or at least more boyish.
"Speaking of your bimbo nature, how's the sugar daddy?"
"He's good," Bella says as memories of last night's encounter replay in her head, "really good."
Linnea grinds her teeth, though the gesture is left unnoticed by a day dreaming Bella. "So, have you ever played tennis?"
Bella snaps out of her fantasy, "Once or twice, a long time ago."
Linnea bends over grabbing a racket, handing it to Bella, "here let's see what you got."
******
Bella and Linnea plop down on a bench off to the side of the court, breathing heavily.
"I didn't know you could be so competitive," Bella says wiping the sweat from her brow with her towel.
Linnea giggles, "that was amazing, I felt so light."
"Light?" Bella asks.
"Umm yeah, I mean, I used to be bigger."
"Oh," Bella says. Though it's hard to imagine Linnea's tight and curvaceous body looking different, Bella knows how much people can change. "So, you always ask about my love life, but I know nothing about yours."
"Oh there's not much to tell," the normally talkative Linnea says dismissively.
"Come on girl, spill, what are friends for?"
"Well, there is this one guy... I've been in love with him forever."
"Wow, and.. have you pursued him."
"I did, once. It didn't work, he didn't like how I looked."
"Well maybe it wasn't meant to be," Bella says.
"It was meant to be," Linnea says quickly and angrily, "it is meant to be." Linnea, realizing her loss of composure takes a breath, "this guy is worth the wait. One day soon we will be together."
"Never give up, right," Bella says reassuringly, unsure of what else to say. "This was a lot of fun, but I think I've gotten my exercise for the next decade."
"I should get going to, are we still on for our slumber party?" Linnea asks returning to her normal cheery tone.
"Yes, of course, I look forward to it. You can tell me more about this mysterious love of yours," Bella says gathering her equipment.
"I'll tell you everything, I promise."
*******
"Commissioner, my I see it?" Bella asks.
"Of course, Batgirl, but I don't think it will be of my help it's just more of the same," commissioner Gordan says as he hands Bella the love note that was attached to the lastest victim of Gotham's newest serial killer. The victim fit the description of the previous bodies. A young attractive woman.
Reading the note Bella has to agree with Gordan, there are no specific details that are helpful. It's clear the the subject of the note is a man, and the author is either a woman or a gay man obsessed with the subject. "Did the forensic team find anything else?" Bella asks frowning. This case is starting to anger her. The media has been having a field day with constant reporting of the killer. Tensions are high, and you g women have been asked to not walk the streets alone at night by local officials. Bella fears that she'll be unable to stop this psychopath. But she must remain focused on evidence, just like Bruce taught her.
"Not much, only this" Gordan says sighing, holding up an evidence bag, "it's a strand of hair. Red."
"Could it be from the killer?"
"Maybe, but not originally... It's synthetic."
Author's Note: Ohhhhh shit, and to think the craziest stuff is yet to come! Speaking of coming, I hope you enjoyed the sexiest chapter in our feminized hero's journey. I'm so excited for everything to be revealed, and I'm sure you're ready, but is Bella? Find out next time. Thanks!
Batgirl: The Twinflower
By: Kokopo618
Looking out the window of the batmobile, Bella absentmindedly fiddles with her hair, twirling her finger around her long red locks.
"I just don't get it," Bella says.
"We will catch them," Bruce says, "it will just take time."
"And how many girls will die before then?" Bella says accusatorily, "sorry. It's not your fault. It's just so frustrating."
"I know," Bruce says thinking back to his early days, despite her obvious annoyance, Bella is taking this a lot better than Bruce used to. He remembers how anger would consume him and guide his actions. Bruce places a reassuring hand on Bella's thigh, "We will catch them."
Bella looks up to Bruce, and smiles, "I know. By the way, Linnea is coming over tonight. It's kinda like a sleep over." Bella blushes as she didn't realize how girly and juvenile she was sounding. But considering her activities with Bruce as of late, any slumber party is still not at girly as having a man's cock in her mouth. Bella giggles, as she fondly reminisces.
"That's good, I'm glad you've been able to make Linnea a friend. It will be good for you. I'll be out all night, but you can always call if you need me."
"Oh I'm sure I won't need you," Bella purrs, as she moves her hand to Bruce's inner thigh, "But I might want you..."
Bella's hand moves closer to Bruce's crotch, and she begins rubbing his concealed crotch.
"Bella, what are you doing?" Bruce says flatly though Bella detects a hint of lustful wavering in his voice.
"Nothing," Bella cooed, as her hand dived under Bruce's suit, fishing for her prize.
"We can't, I'm driving," Bruce argues, but the wanting tone defies his request.
"Oh don't be such a baby," Bella says as she grasps Bruce's fleshy rod. She springs it from Bruce's suit, "such a big boy!" Bella giggles. Bruce is not as hard as he was the night previous, so Bella takes the opportunity to open her intoxicatingly wet mouth wide, accepting the entirety of Bruce. She tightens her lips around the base, and begins sucking up, feeling the warm, meaty texture glide across her lips. Once at the tip, Bella allows Bruce's cock to pop out of her mouth. She repeats the process, returning to the base, and then sucking Bruce's snake to life. It doesn't take long for it to become rigid. Pleased with herself, Bella licks Bruce's shaft length wise, and then puts it back in her warm mouth and begins greedily sucking on his impressive cock.
"I'm... Almost... There," Bruce says, his voice shaking, no doubt struggling to maintain concentration on the road. His cock stiffens deep in Bella's mouth, and proceeds to pulsate as it shoots thick ropes of cum down Bella's accepting throat.
Bella sucks Bruce dry ensuring there is not a drop of cum wasted, then she licks his softening cock clean like a dutiful girlfriend. She returns her man's member into his suit. Bella sits up from her bent position, looks at a satisfied smiling Bruce, she returns his smile and gulps down his cum.
"Thank you," Bella says.
Bruce grins, "we're home."
"Oh," Bella says looking outside. What was a twenty minute drive felt like a second. They were already at the Batcave, "..time flies."
"I'm going back out, you should get ready for your friend."
"Oh yes, my friend," Bella began though she'd rather spend time with Bruce, "Hey Bruce, maybe after we catch the killer, and things quiet down a bit, we could take a vacation, a short one?"
"Thing don't quiet down around here."
"Well I know that, but you work so hard. And couldn't you get one of your super friends to take over for a week? Or just three days?" Bruce let's out a low grunt, obviously not thrilled with the idea. Bella continues, "come on think about it, just you and me, no city to save. We can do whatever we want. Consider it please? For me."
Bruce says nothing for a few seconds, studying Bella pleading face. Her full lips pouting, as her lush eyelashes flutter. It's hard to say no. Bruce sighs, "for you.. I'll consider it."
"Yay," Bella giggles, "let's go somewhere tropical, I have so many bikinis I haven't had the chance to wear."
"I just said I'll consider it," Bruce calls out to a fleeing and giddy Bella.
****
"Hey Alfred," Bella says cheerfully skipping towards the Batcomputer.
"Miss Bella, you appear to be in a good mood."
"I am indeed Alfred, are you going to be busy with Bruce all night?."
I'm afraid so. Um Miss, you have something on the side of your mouth"
Bella wipes a finger across her cheek, and looks at it. As she feared it's salty remnant of her and Bruce's adventures in road head. She quickly sticks her finger in her mouth, and swallows the evidence, "Bruce and I stopped for some ice cream," Bella says quickly, as a puzzled Alfred looks at her.
"Yes, well speaking of ice cream, I've taken the liberty of preparing milkshakes for you and your guest, you'll find them in the refrigerator. I hope you haven't had your fill"
"Thanks Alfred, you're the best," Bella says, giving Alfred a hug, and then rushing up the stairs.
"Oh, and Miss Bella," Alfred calls out as Bella reaches the top of the stairs, "Next time you and Master Bruce 'go for ice cream' remind the Batman of the autopilot function. Distracted driving kills thousands a year."
Bella blushes a deep shade of red. "Yes Alfred,” Bella mutters, embarrassed.
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"Oh my god this place is huge," Linnea shrieks, as Bella holds the door open letting her into the mansion.
"Yeah, I can't say you'll get used to it, I still get scared I'll get lost," Bella says giggling, "Here I'll grab your stuff, and put it in my room." Bella grabs the pillow and blanket that Linnea brought, and walks towards the stairs, "Oh, and we also have milkshakes in the fridge."
"Great, I'll grab those, and meet you in your room."
"Okay," Bella calls out, "it's the first one on the left!"
Bella throws down Linnea's stuff on the bed, strangely, it appears that Linnea hasn't brought anything else, no toothbrush or paste. Perhaps she forgot.
"Here," Linnea says offering Bella a milkshake, "they're really good."
Bella grabs the glass, sucking on the straw, it tastes a little strange, but Bella attributes that to the after taste of Bruce's load that still coats her taste buds. Bella sets the shake on the side table, she turns to ask Linnea something, but she is struck suddenly by a pillow. Realizing the playful nature of the hit, Bella giggles, and grabs her own pillow. She limply returns a blow to Linnea's thigh.
"Isn't this a bit stereotypical?" Bella asks giggling.
"Oh, but it's so fun," Linnea replies. Bella falls to her back on the bed, Linnea takes position over her and starts hitting her harder.
"Hey," Bella says weakly, but Linnea doesn't stop, Bella tries to block with her pillow, "HEY!"
Linnea stops, "Oh I'm sorry, it's my competitive nature, I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Bella says looking over her body, stretching her arm across her chest.
"Hey what's that," Linnea says pointing to a small mark on Bella's forearm, "Is that a scar?"
Bella detects a hint of anger in Linnea's voice, she sure is acting strange tonight, "yeah so?"
"Nothing.. I'm going to the bathroom," Linnea says standing up, and leaving the room, leaving Bella confused.
Bella looks at her forearm, and then looks at Linnea leaving. Something doesn't sit right with Bella, she feels a sense of dread. Though perhaps she is just tired, and anxious over the case. She sure feels tired, very tired. Bella gets up suddenly deciding to follow Linnea.
Approaching the bathroom, the door is slightly ajar, and light is shining through. Bella grabs hold of the handle, struggling to keep her eyes open, why was she so tired, "Hey Linnea, are you alright?"
"Don't come in," Linnea says, but her voice is deep and angry.
Bella still holding on the door knob, though now using it to keep her balance, calls out, "Linnea? Your voice, you sound like a.. Linnea, I'm coming in." Bella push the door, and it swings open, revealing a squatting Linnea, holding her arm as blood drips unto the floor, a bloody pair of scissors at her feet, "Linnea! What are you doing?!" Bella takes a step back, losing balance. She looks around and grabs the sink to steady herself.
"Today is the day, you slut," Linnea says, standing from her squat. She struts towards Bella, her voice still deep, as if it were coming from a different person.
Bella shakes her head, she can barely stay awake, "Slut..? why did you..? I thought... we're friends.."
Linnea smiles, though no joy is visible on her face, just hate, "Friends? oh no, no no. It's okay, you'll soon understand." Linnea raises a hand, and places it on Bella's chest, she cups Bella's breast, and grin, "still my best work, if I do say so myself," Linnea says, and then looks down to her own chest, "Well, second best." She laughs and with her hand still on Bella's boob, she gently pushes the confused girl, causing her to lose her balance, and hit the floor. Bella loses consciousness.
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"AHHHHHH!" Bella yells, as she awakes suddenly. She feels the cold air, harden her nipples, she immediately hugs herself trying to retain warmth. Her legs are completely exposed, she's just wearing an incredibly skimpy pair of panties. On her feet are a pair of very impractical pair of sky high heels. Covering her breasts is a tight fitting, mid-drift baring top. The panties, the heels, and the top are all the same hot pink color. The only difference in color appears on the top, in blood red spray paint the word "sissy" is displayed across her chest. Bella feels tears fill her eyes, "oh no, oh no." Bella runs her hands through her hair, and wipes her tears, "oh no, oh no." Somebody knows, her identity. Bella looks around, she's in a cage, it looks like an oversized bird cage, she's in some kind of abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the large room is her cage. Bella grasps the bars, they're sturdy. Bella tries to remember what happened. She was in the bathroom, she was with Linnea. Linnea! Linnea cut herself, and then said a lot of mean stuff. Bella holds her throbbing head in her hands.
"Don't over exert that tiny brain of yours, sissy," Linnea says walking from the shadows. Bella looks up her mouth agape in shock, Linnea is wearing a trench coat, a matching hat, and sunglasses, "you can close your mouth, sissy, there aren't any cocks around." Linnea laughs.
Fighting back tears, Bella says, "who are you?"
"You're the little detective aren't you? figure it out."
Bella look down at her cleavage, she frowns, "You said these were your best work, but Dr. Elliot did these, I didn't know you then."
"Bingo," Linnea says obviously enjoying her power over Bella.
"Oh my god," Bella says as a tingle goes down her spine, "Tommy?"
"My favorite patient," Tommy replies, taking off his sunglasses.
"But, but you're a.." Bella is unable to find the words. She's unable to picture her former Doctor as this small sexy girl in front of her.
Tommy grabs his breasts squeezing them together, "Yes, I've been through some changes, but you know a thing or two about that. The board of medical practice deemed my procedure dangerous, but obviously it worked beautifully, just as I knew it would. I've retained the brain of a middle aged man, but with this body, I could pass for a teenaged girl. It's the medical breakthrough of the century."
"But why?" Bella ask, horrified at what her doctor had done to himself, "Why make yourself a girl?"
"Oh dear girl," Tommy says approaching the cage, "the only reasons to do anything... Love. I'm sure he didn't tell you, but I knew Bruce why we were kids. And although he never knew it, I was so in love with him, but alas Bruce was not interested. He always preferred the soft and supple touch of a woman, disgusting if you ask me. So my love and I were not meant to be, and I dealt with that for as long as I could. Bruce never married, and didn't keep a girlfriend for longer than a week, so I knew that at least no one else would take my love from me." Tommy suddenly makes eye contact with Bella who is gripped with terror, "And then, of course, you came into the picture. First I thought nothing of you, another Gotham bimbo, who will come and go from Bruce's life. But you stuck around, and then as fate would have it, you came to me, asking for gender therapy, and hormone shots. The seed of an idea was born. Bruce would never love me as I am, but he loved you. From there it was the simple matter of replacing you."
"You befriended me," Bella interrupts, "to get to know me, so you could replace me, you were studying me, you used me."
"Very good, perhaps that brain is good for something other than thinking about your next helping of cum," Tommy says laughing at Bella. Bella can't help the tears as they run down her face. "Oh am I making you sad, sissy? Good. You have no idea how hard it was spending time with you, pretending to be your friend. Insufferable. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of finally killing you, and having my Brucey all to myself. If I didn't have those other girls, I surely would have snapped quicker. No sissy is going to keep me from my man."
"Other girls?"
Tommy looks at Bella, and grin, "Oh, I suppose there's no harm in telling the caged sissy my secrets. Well it began as a sort of research, I wanted to study the bone structure, and facial musculature, I was creating the most beautiful face, and field research was needed. But after awhile, I suppose, I grew a taste for it, a great stress relievers to be sure."
"What is?" Bella asks clenching her teeth in red hot anger.
"I believe you know exactly what I'm referring to, But if your sissy brain can't keep up, let me spell it out for you, I murdered all those girls, and you know what? I was picturing you, at the end I even made one wear a god awful red wig. That one felt good, but it was a little sloppy, the cops probably found a strand, but it was worth it."
Bella takes a step back, she feels as though all the breath has left her body, she grabs a bar to stabilize, "You're insane," she manages to whisper.
"Insane!" Tommy shrieks, taking a leap forward, tightly grasping the bars of the cage with both hands, yelling, "I'll tell you what's insane, the supposed 'second greatest detective' was best friends with a serial killer, who has now captured her, and plans to assume her life! You're not a real girl, and you're not even a real hero. All those deaths are on you, I may have done the deed, but I right under your cute little nose, but your arrogance and negligence got those girls killed. Maybe if you didn't spend so much time keeping up this charade of femininity they'd be alive. How many died when you were trying out new ways to style that obnoxious hair of yours? or should I say ours. Gotham and Bruce deserve a lot more than some fake hero fake girl sissy."
"I'm not a sissy," Bella says in quiet voice, completely defeated.
"Oh yes you are, you don't deserve Bruce, you're not a real woman, you're a liar. A sissy freak. "
"Well what does that make you," Bella yells through her tears.
Tommy, undoes the tied strap of his trench coat, and in a fluid motion undresses himself. Completely nude, trench coat on the cold floor, Tommy strikes a pose with his dainty hands on his curvaceous hips.
Bella's eyes fall from Tommy face, examining his body. His bouncing breasts still jiggle from his sudden undressing. His toned arms, and womanly hands sit delicately on his smooth frame. But where Bella was expecting a tiny penis, or a tuff of hair, instead she sees a hairless mound, with a slit just out of sight between the man's shapely legs. A vagina. Bella's mouth again falls open, "it's a.. you have a.."
"Oh yes, sissy take it in, this might be the first time you've seen one in person, isn't it? Ha, there is some humor in that I suppose. As you can see. I do not cut corners, my love for Bruce is real, I'm willing to do anything. That little bump in your panties, tells me you're not. Tell me, why didn't you get the procedure?"
Still speechless, Bella stutters, "I don't know, I was scared."
"Scared yes, that makes sense, but then again if you were really a girl, why would you hesitate?"
"I am a girl," Bella begins weakly, barely believing her words.
"Really because from where I'm standing you just look like a confused boy playing dress up," Tommy says, and then he moves a hand down caressing his shapely body, landing on his womanly mound, slipping a finger in, he says, "you could pull those panties down, and we could compare.."
Bella does nothing, but stares as her tormentor pleasures himself.
"That's what I thought, who do you think Bruce will prefer, I'm a real woman, and you're just a gold digging, thrill seeking sissy. I chose to become a woman, for Bruce, for love. Honestly I'd feel sorry for you.. if I didn't hate you." Tommy removes his hand from the slit between his legs, "I don't want to cum yet, I want my first time to be with Bruce, I can't wait for his cock to enter me, make me a full woman. His woman."
Bella sinks to the floor defeated, she shivers as her exposed ass hits the cold floor, "Why am I still alive?"
"You haven't outlived your usefulness, yet, little sissy, besides that was the deal, I get Bruce, and I leave you here."
"Deal?" Bella says though her voice is barely a whisper.
"I can't explain everything to you, sissy. I have to go, my love awaits me." Tommy turns around, bends over to retrieve his trench coat, giving Bella a final view of his pussy, Tommy slips on the coat, and struts away.
"He will never believe I'm you!" Bella calls out, "he loves me, not you. Me!"
Tommy turns back around, walks slowly toward Bella, "Oh sweetie. Bruce doesn't love you. Sure he may love the soft feel of your young flesh, the way your cute ass looks in booty shorts, those big swaying tits I gave you, or the feeling of your warm mouth and supple lips around his cock, but he doesn't love you. He will toss you aside like nothing. In a way, I'm doing you a favor. If you live to appreciate it."
"Bruce wouldn't do that to me. He loves me. Please Linnea, don't do this," Bella protests lamely.
"Linnea was just a part I played to get close to you. I'm not Linnea. Hell, I'm not Tommy anymore, I'm Bella, or excuse me," Tommy clears his throat, and continues in a sweet feminine voice, I'm Bella Grayson, I live in Wayne Manor, and I love my boyfriend Bruce Wayne, he buys me all kinds of pretty clothes." Tommy giggles girlishly as Bella stares blankly at the man doing a near perfect imitation of her. Tommy skips gleefully away.
Bella sits silently, sobbing. Her arms lay limp at her sides. How could this have happened. She had been tricked, fooled, manipulated. Her doctor had transformed himself into a woman, to steal her boyfriend, ruin her life, and murder innocent girls. And now he'll have Bruce. Bruce! Bella suddenly jumps up. She can't sit around while that psycho bitch is stealing her man. Bella looks around the room. There are only three things in the room, her cage, a generator, and a light hanging above her cell. Bella looks over every inch of her cage. No loose bars, no weak points at all. And nothing in reach. Damn. Bella finds the lock, it requires a key, probably the one that Tommy was wearing around his neck. If she had thought ahead she could have drawn Tommy close and attempted to grab the key, but she was too busy feeling sorry for herself to focus. Bella shakes her head, now she's feeling sorry for herself for feeling sorry for herself. It's time to to focus, she has to free herself and save Bruce.
Bella looks around for anything she could use to pick the lock. She is reminded of the emptiness of her cage, she only has what is on her. Bella runs her hands through her hair, "come on, come on, come on," She says as she rakes through her mane, "Yes!" Bella pulls out a bobby pin, but it won't be enough to pick the lock. She then take off one of her dangling earrings. She slightly bends the needle. She takes a deep breath in and out, trying to remain composure.
Bella sticks the earring hook in to the lock using it as a tension wrench, then with her other hand she sticks the bobby pin in, and begins rakes the lock's pins. It's difficult working around the bars, and the bobby pin isn't the ideal size, but Bella listens for the locking mechanism, and it's working. After a few more minutes of raking the pins, hoping for the best, Bella feels the tension wrench loosen, she turns it, and the lock pops open.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bella says as she opens the heavy door of her cell, it creaks loudly. Bella steps out, these heels she's wearing are all kinds of impractical, but generally it's better to have shoes than not, and Bella doesn't know if she's at the beginning of a gauntlet or the end. Heading in the same direction Tommy went, Bella begins clicking away, trying not to think about Tommy's words, and how much she wishes they didn't resonate. What if she really was just a sad, delusional boy? What if she hadn't been so focused on figuring out her new female identity, would those girls still be alive. Bella shudders, and an immense feeling of shame shots through her body.
Bella looks up from her self loathing, and in the distance, a figure is running towards her from the shadows. Unable to make out who or what is running at her, Bella turns on her heels and begins running away. Or the closest approximation to running that her heels, and outfit can manage. Her boobs bounce wildly, and she makes her escape, and she wishes for a bra, and maybe something that would actually cover her ass.
"Wait Batgirl," a deep and commanding voice calls out.
Bella stops in her tracks, she turns, "Batman?" She smiles widely as her hero stands before her, clad in his dark suit, "Batman!" She rushes towards him, no longer caring about how silly she looks. Embracing him tightly she looks up, "how did you find me?"
"I'm Batman," Batman says, "It's what I do."
Bella looks at him strangely, it's rare for Bruce to make a joke, especially as Batman. "We have to get out of here, we have to stop Tommy,"
"Sure, sure, we'll do that," Batman says smiling down at the scantily clad sexy minx hanging off him, "But first, some sugar baby." Batman leans down, and tightly grasps Bella by her exposed buttocks.
A confused Bella squirms a little, caught off by the sudden and unprompted move. The aggressive ass groping is unlike Bruce, but Bella can't deny it's nice to feel some warmth down there. Perhaps Bruce is just turned on by her appearance. Bella parts her lips, leaning up to match the tall man. Their lips meet.
Bella pulls away quickly, pushing the man away, she wipes her mouth, and spits on the floor, "You are not Batman."
"How could you say such a thing, of course I am," the man says, holding out his cape as if to prove his point.
"No you are not," Bella says through angry clenched teeth.
"Listen baby, you've been through a lot, you're just tired, let daddy take care of you," the man says, taking a step towards Bella.
Bella responds quickly, using her long legs to deliver a perfectly executed butterfly kick directly hitting the man's face. The man recoils, taking a few steps back, holding his face in his hands, concealing the damage. The man begins laughing into his hands, "Okay, okay, you got me, you sweet little thing, but you gotta admit, it's a tough role to play." The man looks back up to Bella revealing his heavily disfigured face, his facial features are all out of place, as if Bella's kick had made his face as malleable as …clay.
"What are you?" Bella says not hiding the disgust in her voice.
"What does it look like, you slut," Clayface says, returning to his natural gravely voice. He stands up, as his body slowly morphs, the blacks of the costume, grow and stretch, changing color into a light brown, "I'm a monster," He roars as bits of clay are shot at Bella.
Bella takes a few steps back and takes a fighting pose, but she has no hope of facing him in combat, he's grown to almost 12 feet, as Bella stands dwarfed by the monstrous figure.
"I'm supposed to keep you here, sweetie, and I wanted to go about it all nice. Maybe have some fun, but you've forced my hand," Clayface rapidly extends his arm in Bella's direction, she flips out of the way, but as she lands she dodges another extended arm. This is not a winning strategy, Bella thinks, as she continues to dodge Clayface's attacks. She can't keep this up. "Come on baby, what's wrong, am I not good enough for a pretty girl like you? You're just like all the other skanks, you'll through yourself, and spread your legs at the handsome guy, but as soon as someone doesn't meet your standard, you treat them like dirt!"
Bella runs, and takes position behind her former cage, buying some time, "Haven't you ever heard of 'being yourself' maybe if you didn't hide in other people's bodies, you'd have more luck!"
"Yeah right," Clayface says as he effortlessly phases through the bars, "All girls like you care about is status, money, and jawlines, nothing good happens to guys like me."
Bella tries to take a moment to think, which is quite a difficult thing to do while running around in heels, and skimpy panties trying to avoid a gigantic clay monster. The way Clayface is talking, he's not making his desires subtle, maybe he can be reasoned with. Not all criminals are deranged lunatics. Bella steps back from the cage, as Clayface morphs around the bars allowing easy passage, "Wait, Mr. Face, I'm sorry, I don't know your name?" Bella holds her hands up.
Clayface is confused by the girl's sudden politeness, "Karlo. Basil Karlo."
"Mr. Karlo," Bella begins.
"Basil is fine, sweet thing."
"Basil, look, someone is in trouble, I need to help them, will you please let me go," Bella says still holding her arms up, but side stepping to her left.
"Honey, your plea warm my heart, or what's left of it, but I'm being paid a lot to keep your juicy ass right in that cage. I'm really sorry."
Bella continues side stepping, "Oh please, sir, isn't there anything I can do?" Bella purrs.
Clayface's face twists in consideration, "I don't know little miss, the guy I'm working for is wicked smart, and you saw that crazy lady. Not the type of people I wanna cross, especially to help a bat."
Bella pouts her lip, "Oh okay, if you're not your own man, that's okay. I understand you have to answer to your masters..."
"Hey, Clayface ain't got no masters. I'll help you out, but I'm gonna need more than just the feeling of a good deed, my heart ain't the only thing that swells for you, kitten."
Bella stops side stepping, positioning herself in front of the generator, she smiles coly, fluttering her eyelashes, "I think something can be arranged," Bella says lowering her hands, sexily caressing her scantily clad body. Clayface smiles, almost unable to believe his luck, "Well what are you waiting for big boy, come and get me."
With the direct invitation, a horny Clayface reels back his arm, and extends it rapidly reaching for his sexy prize. At the last second, Bella backflips, and takes cover. Clayface's arm pierces the generator, and the current is transferred into his body, he yells in pain as the electricity shoots through his body, the heat and power is too much for his body, and he loses consistency. Clayface explodes, coating the walls in clay.
Bella looks up from his cover, she stands, and examines the clay, most of it seems inactive, laying motionless, but one pile is still quivering slightly. Bella sigh in relief, she hadn't intended on killing Basil, just incapacitating him, and it looks like she was successes, not wanting to push her luck, Bella minces towards the exits clicking away in her towering heels, "What a creep," she says, wiping a bit of clay from her cleavage.
Bella pushes the exit door open, and winces as she is exposed to the light of day. She steps to the busy Gotham street, and is suddenly very aware of her clothing. Completely embarrassed and red faced, Bella crosses her arms, covering the word on her top, that she doesn't even want to think of. "Excuse me," Bella says meekly to a passing business man, "Could I use your phone to call a cab, I don't have my things."
The business man, smirks at the innocent looking girl, he turns off his earpiece, "I'll do it for a kiss," he says.
Bella scoffs, "Don't you men ever think of anything else?" In anger, Bella puts her hands on her hips, preparing to further scold the man.
But with her chest revealed, the man reads her shirt, "Nevermind," he says walking away leaving Bella further embarrassed, and feeling worse. She crosses her arms again.
"I'm not a sissy," Bella mumbles under her breath, as tears fill her eyes.
"I'll call you a cab honey," a woman says from behind Bella. Bella turns and smiles, looking at the woman as if she were an angel, "Men are the worst, aren't they?"
Bella just nods eagerly, and waits for the cab.
Bella swings her legs into the car, trying to avoid the duration of time her legs are spread. Tommy hadn't provided Bella with a Gaffe, so her little Dick Grayson poked out a bit from her panties. Thankfully most men tend to stare at the globes seated on her chest, she's hoping the cab driver is the same. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, he raises an eyebrow as he takes in the enticing sight of the skimpily dressed busty beauty seated properly in his back seat, long legs tightly pressed together, "Where to, ma'am?"
"Wayne Manor."
End of Part 5
Author's Note: Diggity-Damn. A lot of reveals. Linnea is evil. Linnea is Tommy. Tommy is repressed gay man in love with Bruce. And also a serial killer/surgical genius. I hope everyone kept up with that, there will be a test at the end. Jokes aside, I sincerely hope you enjoyed this action packed chapter of my story. Thanks for reading.
Batgirl: The Twinflower
By: Kokopo618
Tommy opens the door to the manor, he's dressed in an outfit typical of Bella's wardrobe, he hopes once he settles in his new role, he can augments Bella's choice of clothing. But that's a matter for later, he is in search for his man, his prize at the end of all the work he has put into his scheme. He smiles thinking of Bella locked up in that cage, he has proven himself the better man, or woman. Tommy skips gleefully throughout the manor, taking in all the sights in his new home. Bruce's room is empty. Tommy frowns, Bruce is probably in that cave of his. Tommy grunts in anger, he doesn't like this silly hobby that Bruce had developed, he didn't wait this long to share Bruce with Gotham. He also hadn't been able to determine exactly how to enter the batcave, he curses himself for forgetting to ask that sissy how to access the cave. He was too busy gloating. Tommy laughs, deciding that the gloating was worth it.
Tommy enters the kitchen to find Alfred cutting cucumbers, another thing Tommy plans to rid from Bruce's life, he's never liked Alfred. When they were young Bruce and Tommy played together, and Alfred always insisted the boys be supervised. Alfred briefly glances at Tommy as he enters the room, but returns to cutting, "Hello, Miss Bella, I suppose I don't need to tell you where Master Bruce is."
Tommy forces his face to smile, and pitches his voice to match Bella's soft feminine tone, "Could you call him up for me?"
"I believe he's busy at the moment, though I'm sure he wouldn't mind your company. He hasn't left his "study" in quite some time, he's obsessing over this case. ..as he always does."
"His study?" Tommy says, hoping her question doesn't show her ignorance.
"So to speak," Alfred says flatly, focusing on perfectly sliced cucumbers.
Tommy moves to leave the room, "Oh and Alfred, you can just stay up here, I don't want us to be interrupted."
"Of course, Miss Bella. I'm sure there's a surface or two I've forgotten to dust," Alfred says sarcastically.
Tommy rolls his eyes, annoyed. He makes his way to the study. There is a crowded desk, and the walls are covered in book shelves. Tommy looks around for a switch, button or knob of some kind. He runs his dainty hand along the underside of the desk, nothing. Looking to the selves, he spots a bust of William Shakespeare, He approaches, and pushes in the eyes, nothing happens. He frowns, and runs his hands along the entire surface of the bust. He feels a hinge on the back, so he lifts the head, and sure enough it opens revealing a button. He presses it and the book shelfs split revealing a pole. Tommy looks down, the bottom is dark, as if it was a fireman's pole to the under world. Tommy grips the pole with both hands, and swings his long smooth womanly legs around it tightly at first, but loosening, allowing him to descend into the dark cave.
Tommy steps away from the base of the pole, he can see Bruce seated at the Batcomputer no doubt pouring over the details of whatever case he was working on. Tommy smiled, Bruce had always been so focused. Tommy stared at him silently, and he began to undress himself, tossing aside his top and booty short. Revealing his undeniably sexy lingerie, the same pair he had bought on his first friend date with Bella. Tommy appreciates the irony.
Once ready, Tommy looks down examining his mostly exposed body. It had gone through severe changes in a short period of time, but it was all worth it. It was now scientifically perfect, designed solely for the pleasure of other men. One man in particular, "Oh Bruce!" Tommy calls out, his words dripping in lust.
Bruce turns, and appears caught off guard as he examines who he assumes to be his sexy partner dressed in lingerie. He stands and takes a step in her direction.
Tommy hold out a small hand, "wait, you stay right there, first I want to give you a show."
Bruce stops, and returns to his seat, removing his cowl.
Tommy smiles, and turns grasping the pole. He swings around it, lifting his legs, straddling the pole, as he leans back flipping his hair. Tommy begins gyrating against the pole, as he grabs handfuls of his generously size bust. The cold cave air hardened his nipples, increasing the pleasure he felt as he stroked his feminized body. Tommy turns his back to his one man audience, he spreads his legs, lowering his back, keeping his ass raised, he rubs his body against the cold pole. moving up and down on the pole, as if it were a giant metal cock, about to fuck him. Tommy never had any desire to be a woman, he only transitioned for Bruce. But dancing as he is now, using his body to entice Bruce, Tommy sees an advantageous quality of womanhood. He is able to let go of his ego, and masculinity, and melt into a feminine dream. It if freeing, he has become a creature of beauty, of sex. He can feel his pussy moisten.
The sight it too much for Bruce to handle, he leaps from his seat approaching Tommy. Tommy smiles as he sees Bruce come to him, after all these years, he was finally going to get what he wanted, "finally..."
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"Listen, I promise, I'll pay you, I just need to grab my purse inside," Bella says pointing to the manor.
The Cab driver frowns, "I'm not falling for it sweet cheeks, pay up. You know there's more than money that you can give me.." He tilts his head in the direction of his crotch.
"Unbelievable," Bella says. She slams the door, and flips the cab driver off, before turning and hurriedly mincing away.
"You get back here you skank," The Cab driver yells, as Bella's jiggly cheeks disappear in the distance.
Bella rips the manor door open, "Bruce! Alfred!"
Alfred runs from the kitchen meeting Bella in the main hall, "Miss Bella, I thought you were here, you've changed, what are you wearing?"
"It wasn't me, Alfred, it wasn't me, She's here, or he is."
"Who?"
"There's no time Alfred, where is Bruce?"
"The cave, I already told you that," Alfred says confused.
Bella ignores him, and rushes for the study, yelling back to Alfred, "It wasn't me. it wasn't me." Bella quickly flips the bust of Shakespeare, and slides down the pole. She sees Bruce and Tommy in the cave. Tommy is dressed in a differently colored copy of her lingerie, Bruce is shirtless, and their lips are just inches away, "STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!" Bella yells, causing Bruce and Tommy to recoil, and look at Bella.
"That's not me Bruce," Bella says.
Bruce look between the two almost identically looking girls, he backs away from Tommy, looking between them trying to understand.
"Bruce, I don't know who that is," Tommy says pointing at Bella, "Please you have to protect me."
"Bruce, don't listen to her--him. That's Tommy Elliot. She's-He's crazy, he's in love with you, he killed those girls, he tried to replace me. He made himself into a girl."
"Bruce, listen to her, she's the crazy one, Hey listen lady, no one knows what you're ranting about," Tommy yells his voice dripping with anger.
"The procedure messed with his mind, his insane, he locked me up, I'm not wearing this for fun," Bella yells motioning towards her shirt.
Bruce looks between the girls, his eyes land on Tommy, and through clenched teeth he says, "Elliot. Why?"
"Bruce it's me Bella, please, I love you."
"Give it up bitch, he knows which one is the fake," Bella says.
Tommy looks back to Bruce with a pleading look in his eye, "Please Bruce I only did it because I love you. I'm sorry, please, can't we get back to before. Wasn't that nice. She ruined it," Tommy looks back to Bella with his face twisted in anger, and voice spitting like venom, "you ruined everything. He loved me. He loved me."
Suddenly, Bruce, Bella, and Tommy turn as the hear the click-clack of a shotgun cocking. Alfred Aims the large pump-action shotgun between the two girls, "What the fuck is going on here?" Alfred yells forgoing his usual British eloquence.
"Lower the gun, Alfred," Bruce commands trying to get hold of the situation.
"Alfred, I'm me, I'm Bella," Bella says looking to Bruce for confirmation.
"She's telling the truth," Bruce says, and then points at Tommy, "That's Thomas Elliot."
Alfred looks to Tommy, he approaches him, and looks him over, "I never liked you," Alfred says, and proceeds to slam the stock of the shotgun against his head, the deranged and feminized man falls to ground, unconscious.
Bella looks to Bruce, and they run towards each other. Bruce lifts Bella, holding her tightly as Alfred drags the light body of their tormentor. Bruce and Bella embrace for a while, until Bruce can feel that Bella has stopped shaking from fear.
Bella pulls away, and accepts a kiss from Bruce, "I'm sorry," he says, still holding Bella by the shoulders, "I should have known it wasn't you. I should have known."
"Shh," Bella whispers, "it's okay, I'm just glad it's over. I was so scared Bruce."
"I know, I know," Bruce says embracing the small girl again, "you need rest," Bruce gently, and effortlessly picks Bella up. He brings her up two flights of stairs, and lays her softly down on his large bed. Bella sits up, pulls her top off, and her panties down, she discards them, throwing them carelessly to the side. She lays back down. Bruce follows suit, completely undressing himself, he slips under the covers behind her, he pulls the covers around her. Bruce spoons Bella, their naked bodies exchange heat. Bella can feel the warmth emanating from Bruce's cock, it's size extend from the small of her back down to her buttocks, where it lays gently between her cheeks. They lay silently, in the nude for hours.
Bella turns to face Bruce. She looks up at him, she begins softly rubbing her smooth legs against his large muscular hairy legs. Bruce's hand gently caresses Bella's thigh, as she scoots closer to him, she leans in and they begin kissing. It's sweet at first, loving even, but it soon turns passionate. Bell throws the blankets off of them, she mounts Bruce. She pulls back from their kissing, swings her hair around and gathers it in a high and tight ponytail, she returns to Bruce. She steadies herself by placing her delicate hands on the large man's muscular chest. A familiar warmth grows under Bella, as Bruce's cock hardens in anticipation. Their tongues dance between their mouths as they kiss. Bella begins rocking her hips almost instinctively. Bella pulls away from their kiss, she locks eyes with Bruce, and she bites her lip. She kisses her way down to Bruce's groin. Bella gleefully grabs hold of her long prize. First she puts the head in her mouth, sucking up the precum that has accumulated there. After her first taste, Bella delves straight into her new favorite pastime, as she greedily sucks Bruce's cock. She doesn't bother with any teasing, or licking. She has other plans, and this blowjob won't be the main event. Once Bruce's rod, is coated with a glistening layer of her saliva, Bella smiles proudly.
Using Bruce's chest as a base, Bella lifts herself up, angling her body to perfectly align with the moistened cock she plans to impale herself with. Bella looks down at Bruce who appears to be in a haze of lust and desire. Bruce reaches out a hand, and extends a finger, Bella takes the finger in her mouth coating it with saliva. Bruce then delivers his finger to Bella's tight rosebud. The moistened finger slips in easily, but still sends a shiver through Bella. Bruce introduces a second finger, stretching Bella out further.
"Ready?" Bruce asks.
Bella nods as she bites her lip. Bella takes a hand and reaches down, steadying the rigid cock for her purposes. She lowers herself down slowly. The head slips in, "Oh my," Bella hears herself say. She lowers further down, the pulsating cock stretches her out as she descends, "Ooh my."
First it's pain. Bella's body feels as though it has reached it's limit. Bella panics, it hurts, maybe I'm not supposed to do this, she thinks, I'm not a real woman, a real woman wouldn't feel like this. Then Bella looks down at Bruce, he looks like he's won the lottery a thousand times over, his mouth is agape in pleasure, and they've barely even begun. Bella smiles, and relaxes, and her pain subsides, and is quickly replaces with wave and waves of euphoria. Bella slides down, the cock is now completely baried inside her. She wants more. She engages her thighs, lifting herself up until she feels the ridge of Bruce's cock's head reach her tight hole. Then she lowers back down, this time she's able to take the whole thing in without pain or carefully adjustment, she lets out a moan as Bruce's cock reaches a spot deep inside her. Bella's manicured nails dig into Bruce's chest as she again slides up and down, riding his pole. Bella's own tiny member flops around uselessly, as Bella works eagerly to extend the feeling in her ass.
Bruce grabs handfuls of Bella bouncing butt cheeks, he begins to control the pace. Pulling the former boy down impaling her with his thick rod. Bruce, smirks, she's taking it like a champ, offering no resistance and a large cock pounds away at her virgin hole. She's taking his full length, her wet mouth is fixed in an O position as she concentrates on pleasing her man.
Bruce thrusts upwards, and Bella squeals in joy, "Yes right there! Right there, don't stop!" Bruce cups Bella's jiggling tits, he begins kneading them, as Bella responds with a girlish moan.
Grabbing her by the waist Bruce lifts Bella off his cock, tossing her to the side. He gets up, kneeling on the bed. Bella is confused briefly by his sudden motion, but she quickly understands. On her hands and knees, she presents her ass to Bruce. Now behind her, Bruce grabs Bella's tiny waist, and pulls her into him, again impaling her with his thick cock.
Bella begins rocking backwards, slamming her tiny body against Bruce's, intent only on experiencing the full length of his rock hard cock. Her mouth is fixed in a dumb smile as her head swims in pleasure.
Bruce's pace increases, and Bella tightly clinches the sheets. Bella looks back at Bruce as he mercilessly pounds away, "cum in me, baby." The sexy image of the beautiful girl causes a further increase in pace, Bella screams in joy and pleasurable pain. Bruce's cock stiffens, and then releases a thick shot of cum inside the cock obsessed former boy. Bella moans as warm jets of semen shoot inside her, she feels her own cock dribble out a shot of cum as well.
Bruce, breathing heavily, leaves his cock in Bella's Batcave as it softens, Bella gently rocks back and forth milking Bruce for excess seed. Bruce slides his member slowly out, it pops as it exits Bella's love hole. A now empty Bella collapses to the bed, her large breasts act as cushions supporting her exhausted body. She pushes herself up, and slides off the bed.
"Do you want to use the bathroom?" Bruce asks.
"No you go ahead, I'll use mine," Bella says, moving towards the door.
"Hey," Bruce says, grabbing Bella's hand pulling her into an embrace. Bella accepts his kiss, as the two nude lovers stand in their after sex haze.
Bella waddles to her bathroom closing the door behind her, she sighs deeply. She rubs an ass cheek, but it does nothing to quell the soreness in her bottom. Bella looks at herself in the mirror. Her cascading red locks frame her cute face, her breasts sit beautifully on her chest, soft globes of flesh ending with pert nipples. Her slender, but toned arms, her elegant fingers, and manicured. All her features come together to form feminine perfection. Bella sighs again sadly. "Is this who you are?" She hears herself say. A girl? A girl who fucks men, who sucks cock. And likes it? Bella shakes her head, she leans over the sink, hands resting on the counter. She should be happy, she just had an undeniably amazing time with Bruce, but she's not. She remembers the cage, all that Tommy said to her. A sissy. That's what Bella was called. The word reverberates in Bella's head. A sissy. Bella thinks of her parents. They only ever knew her as Dick, their son. What would they say to her now. A sissy. She had given her virginity to a man, she'd let a man enter her. A sissy. Bella feels tears form in her eyes. Maybe she should return to Bruce for round two, she sure felt good during their encounter. But the thought of having sex with Bruce again doesn't sit right with Bella. It felt good, but it didn't feel right. Now she's crying like a girl. "Is this who I am?" Bella asks herself again. Bella wipes the tears from her eyes, she looks up to the mirror, she puts on a smile, "Hi, I'm Bella," she says hearing her sweet feminine voice. She frowns, and clears her throat, "Hi. I'm Dick," she tries using an unfamiliar deeper voice. Was there any of Dick left? Bella leaves the bathroom without an answer.
Bella and Bruce run into each other in the hall.
"Hi," Bella says hoping Bruce doesn't pick up on her lack of enthusiasm.
"Hey," Bruce says ignorant of the turmoil in Bella's heart, "how are you?"
"Great," Bella lies, "Hey, I'm gonna go on patrol, I think."
"Are you sure? You've been through a lot."
"I'm fine."
"Do you want me to come?"
"Bruce, I'm fine. Seriously."
"Okay," Bruce says, leaning in to kiss his sexy partner. Bella turns and Bruce's kiss land on her cheek. She smiles up at him, and walks off.
"One thing I don't understand, how did Tommy know our secret identities? He was smart, but not that smart," Bruce calls out.
"I don't know," Bella says, "we'll figure that out tomorrow." Bella frowns, she does know who was behind all her torment. And she's gonna have a word with him.
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"Hey diddle diddle, time for a riddle: Why would Batgirl, the alluring female companion to Batman, visit a two-bit criminal such as The Riddler?" Leaning on the table, Bella looks to the ceiling for a camera, "Don't worry, gorgeous, they turn off the cameras whenever you Bats decide to visit us. It's funny which laws they decide to follow, and which they ignore. Makes you wonder if it's all just arbitrary"
Bella looks back at Riddler, anger grows in her chest, "It was you, it was you the whole time."
"Could we be specific about this supposed accusation, I must be getting back to my rehabilitation. The Arkham staff has been so kind to me," The Riddler says with a proud grin.
"Reflection. That was the answer to the riddle you asked me. At the school. Reflection. Linnea was my reflection. You were behind it all," Bella says trying to hold her composure.
Riddler leans back in his chair, "It's an interesting theory. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."
Bella grinds her teeth, "You also said that the riddle Gotham wanted to know was what do I look like under my suit, I suppose that was a reference to my ..origin."
Riddler's face turns into a smile, "Your origin? Come on, let's tell it how it is, you're a sissy!" Riddler suddenly brakes into a cackle, laughing at Bella.
Bella slams her fists on the table, "WHY! Why did you give me a friend and have her-him betray me, Why try to ruin my life? What did I ever do to you?"
"It may be hard to imagine princess, but not everything is about you," Riddler spits, "As you know, your boss and I have had our fair share of quarrels over the years. Bruce, though I'd never admit it to him, is as close to a fair opponent that this hairless monkey species has to offer. Playing our game over the years has been fun, but I tire of such trivial activities. People didn't respect me, I was just the riddle guy, a joke. In short, I wanted to join the big leagues, and what better way is there than to go after the Batman's new young lover. The beauty to his beast, so to speak. In my research, I discovered your 'origin' and I must tell you Richard, I was over the moon. Why would a normal boy transition to a slutty superhero over night, and why would Bruce keep that freak around? So many questions, your puzzle fascinated me. I had to have you, to take you from Bruce."
"What about Tommy?" Bella asks.
"That psycho doctor was the cherry on top, his obsession with Bruce was all to easy to manipulate. I told him who you were, what you were, and how he would replace you. He gets Bruce, and in exchange I get you. I even gave him the name Linnea, do you get it? The Linnea Borealis, it's a plant, also know as the Twinflower. Clever, right? Anyway, I didn't think his deception would last forever, I knew that foolish repressed homosexual would eventually blow his cover, though he was very committed to the part. I just need to buy some time."
"Well your brilliant plan failed, we defeated Tommy, Bruce is safe, and you will never have me. You failed."
Riddler cackles again, clutching his chest, "Well that's the funny thing, it doesn't matter. I win either way, which is truly the sign of any good plan. You see, if Tommy's plan had worked, and he successfully managed to replace you and fool Bruce, then I would have simply picked you up from the cage. Or if Tommy's plan didn't work, and you stopped him, and saved Bruce, then you would start asking questions, and you would discover at least one of the three clues I left, which would lead you here to me. If you haven't caught on, Richard, my plan did work, in fact, it's working right now."
Bella stands up, "You are a sad delusional man, Riddler, I hope you rot in here," Bella turns away. She reaches for the door knob, but it doesn't turn. Bella knocks on the door, "Guard!" She calls out. Riddler snickers behind her, still sitting, relaxed. The hair on the back of Bella's neck stands up, something is wrong.
"You can come in now, Grundy, Hatter." Bella eyes go wide, she steps away from the door, as Solomon Grundy, and the Mad Hatter enter. Grundy has to bend over to fit in the door, and slouch to fit in the room A huge gray behemoth in tattered clothing, holding a strange device. The Mad Hatter, a dwarf in an oversized top hat, waddles in behind him. "Welcome friend," the Riddler says, "Allow me to introduce the lovely Batgirl, isn't she just delightful."
"Pretty bird," Grundy mutters in a deep, flat, gravely voice.
"Riddler, you have again impressed me with your wits, You've brought us a bat with tits," The Mad Hatter says, smiling up at Bella's heaving rack.
Bella looks around, two men, and a giant against her in a tight space, she can't win, she looks at the camera, "Guard!"
Riddler laughs, "Isn't she adorable? Now Batgirl, this will be much easier if you don't resist. What's going to happen is we are going to put that device on your pretty little head, and it will make you more agreeable. I'm sure this sounds unpleasant, but I think you may enjoy the new life I have planned for you."
Bella makes a run for the door, but Grundy effortlessly stops her, holding her by the arms. Bella kicks, and screams, trying to shake from Grundy's tight grasp. Hatter drags over a chair, and stands on top of it, he gently sets the device on Bella's head, as she attempts to escape. He pushes a button, and he body goes limp. Grundy drags her, leaning up against the wall.
"Pretty bird kicked me," Grundy mutters rubbing his knee.
Riddler turns to his compatriots, "I have what I want, I will leave, and you two will have control over the asylum, thank you for the assistance." Riddler turns back to Bella, as she motionlessly sits.
Hatter and Grundy move to the door. Grundy turns before leaving, "Not going to hurt the pretty bird, are you?"
"No, no, Grundy, we're just going to have a bit of fun."
Grundy grunts, unconvinced, but leaves.
Riddler takes a seat next to Bella, "The device has paralyzed you, but it's temporary. I had the Mad Hatter make it for me. Once it is done you will be completely subservient to me, you will follow my every command, and it will appear as those you enjoy it, on the surface. But I had him keep a bit of your original self in there. So, in essence, you will be a prisoner in your own body. You'll be able to think, but not act. You will be completely cognizant of your surroundings, but unable to do anything of your own volition. You will be my partner, Batman had his turn, and now I'll have mine." Riddler leans over, he switches a knob on the device on Bella's head, she fidgets, "Goodnight, my sweet Puzzle, you'll awake in your new life," Riddler kisses Bella on the cheek.
Bella's consciousness descend into her mind, her awareness recedes deeper and deeper. deeper and deeper.
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Puzzle awakes, she gently rubs her eyes, she sits up in her bed. She swings her long shapely legs off her bed, stretching. She minces to her bathroom. She gathers her long hair in a shower cap, not wanting to get it wet. She steps in her shower, and begins washing her tight body, she slowly shaves her legs, ensuring the smooth perfection her master will expect. She quietly hums as she goes about her womanly maintenance.
Returning to her room, Puzzle notices her suit has been laid out for her. She sets aside her towel, feeling the cool air hit her nipples, and shriveled privates. Puzzle sits on her bed, and pulls her tights slowly up her slender legs. Next is her bodysuit, she slips it on, the skin tight material, fits perfectly to her measurements, it gently lifts her bust, accentuating her breast, giving her near overflowing cleavage. Finally slips into her shoes, and sits at her vanity. She looks around at all the makeup she has been provided. Master is so kind to her. She smiles as she beautifies her natural features. When perfection is reached Puzzle blows a kiss to her reflection. Reflection. Reflection. Bella awakens. Deep in the recesses of her mind, Bella put all her effort into focusing. She looks through her eyes, but does not control them. She's looking at herself. Oh God, what is she wearing. The insignia on her chest answers her question. Riddler. Bella can see her hands moving as she apply mascara, but she is unable to stop. Puzzle is in control. Bella relaxes, obviously a physical response is not an option, she must think her way out of this. Bella panics, how can she think her way out of this? She's trapped in her own body, and she's seemingly been transformed into Riddler's slutty assistant.
"Oh puzzle, are you decent?" The Riddler calls out, the glee in his voice evident.
"Yes, Master," Puzzles replies sweetly. Master? Bella thinks, oh God.
Riddler steps in, smiling ear to ear, "Well don't you look just dashing," he says as Puzzles stands submissively presenting herself to her Master. She smiles wide, hoping for a good response.
"Puzzle, I'm disappointed," Riddler says, his voice suddenly turning cold, and flat.
The smile falls from Puzzle's made up face, "Oh no, Master what have I done wrong?"
"You've forgotten your mask," Riddler says as he grabs the small green mask partially concealed by a blanket, "We wouldn't want anyone discovering who you really are, do we Puzzle?"
"No Sir we don't. I don't want anyone talking me away from Master."
"That's a good sissy, Richard could learn a thing or two from you. Are you still in there, Richard?"
Bella cringes at the use of her old name, she was having doubts before, and now is not the time for an identity crisis.
"I know you're in there, Richard. That's the best part, gosh, I wonder how it feels. You must want to hit me. You must want to take that arm of yours and punch me as hard as you can, am I right? But the poor sissy can't do a thing." Riddler laughs. Puzzle joins his laughing.
Bella strains herself trying again to move, to regain control, but her body just stands there.
"Alright enough of that, it's time to eat, you slept through the entire day, you were a tired sissy, it's already dinner."
Puzzle eagerly follows her Master to the dinning room. Bella while unable to look around freely, tries to pick up as many details as possible. They appear to be in an apartment, nothing extravagant, probably a hideout, possibly one of many. Stacks of books litter the floor, sticky notes cover the wall, which no doubt contain Riddles-in-progress.
"I know, it's not the fanciest place in the world, I'm a little strapped for cash at the moment," Riddler says as he takes his seat at the table, "But we'll fix that later." Puzzles moves to take an adjoining seat. Riddler stops her, "No, no." he says, spreading his legs, pointing to his lap, "Here." Puzzle walks over to the seated Riddler, she gracefully swings her leg over Riddle's lap, mounting him.
"Is this good, Master?" Puzzle asks, as she adjusts her straddling position.
"Very good," Riddler says grabbing handfuls of Puzzle's soft ass cheeks. If Bella were connected to her nervous system, she'd be throwing up. Riddler grabs a fork, and begin eating the steak.
"Should I eat with my hands Sir?" Puzzle says after a few seconds.
"Oh no," Riddlers says setting down his fork, and poking Puzzle in the belly, "you must maintain your figure, and besides you won't need any of those muscles, so I'll be reducing your diet. Meals every other day, maybe."
"Sounds smart, Master." Puzzle says, accepting her masters complete control of her eating habits. Riddler resumes his eating.
"You know, Puzzle, I'd like to speak with Richard, who is inside of you, can you make that happen, temporarily returning vocal capacities to the other you?"
"Other me?" Puzzle responds confused, but her programming takes over, and defers to Riddler's command.
"Fuck you," Bella says, using her actual lips, teeth and tongue.
"Well good morning to you too, Richard," Riddler says ignoring the insult, "Can I call you Richard, or do you prefer Bella? I hear from my contacts at Arkham that you really don't like being called a sissy. That's right, I haven't been very careful with your little secret, soon the entire criminal underworld of Gotham will know that Batman's partner, and probable fuck buddy is a sissy fag. Oh that'll do wonders to the reputation of Batman, and of course Batgirl. Probably not long until the public knows, what will the parents think? do they want their children looking up to some sissy. Anyway, do you prefer Richard, or Bella?"
"Call me Batgirl, 'cause that's who's gonna kick your ass at the end of this," Bella says summoning all her badass-ness.
"Wow, has it been a while since you've had a cock up your ass or something? is that why you're so prickly?
Bella shocked by Riddler's vindictiveness is taken aback, especially because it brings up memories of her last encounter with Bruce, and all her conflicting feelings about it. She's speechless.
"That's what I thought. Maybe we oughta do something about that later."
Bella goes silent as she realizes what Riddler is threatening. Okay she'll place nice, "What did you want to talk about?"
"That's better," Riddler says giving Bella a slap on her ass, though Bella doesn't feel it. "I wanted to congratulate you on defeating that Thomas Elliot. I'm calling him The Twinflower. Isn't that catchy? It's like I created a new super villain, maybe I start making a practice of that. Create so many villains, and Batman is overwhelmed. And this is just off the top of my head, God I have good plans." Riddler says chucking to himself.
"Anything else," Bella asks trying not to let Riddler's games get to her.
"Not that I can think of, and in fact, I don't think I'll let you speak again, if you really want a be a woman, than you should sit back and watch how good Puzzle is. See, Puzzle is the kind of woman you want to be, Richard. She knows her place, Maybe if you learn that I'll let you have control again, maybe after seven or so years watching how Puzzle acts."
Bella Gulps, the thought of being a subvariant prisoner to Riddler for seven years, completely cognizant of her actions terrified Bella, "Please don't," Bella mutters voice shaking.
"Ah, begging is beneath you, Batgirl, I've had enough, Puzzle resume full control," Riddler says dismissively waving a hand.
"NOOooo!" Bella-Puzzle says, "Excuse me, Master, I shouldn't raise my voice ever."
"That's right, I hope you're listening in there, Richard, Now, I'm going to continue our conversation with your new and improved self, are you ready, Puzzle."
"I'll flex my sissy brain, and try to keep up, Master," Puzzle say sweetly, and genuinely. Oh Jesus, Bella thinks.
"Do you know why I named you Puzzle?" Riddler asks cutting his steak.
"Because it is a synonym for Riddle?" Puzzle answer.
Riddler sets down his utensils, "Are you getting smart with me? huh? Is that bitch still in control?"
"No, no, it's me, Master, Puzzle, I'm sorry you did not like my answer."
"It's alright Puzzle, I shouldn't take out my anger at Batgirl on you, you've replaced her anyway."
"Why did you name me Puzzle, Sir?"
"Well, it's because that's how your old self first appeared to me, so many surprises, and when all the pieces come together it's a thing of beauty."
Bella wishes she could choose not to hear this, "Thank you Master, I love my name."
"Also it's a reference to your extra puzzle piece, so to speak."
"My sissy clitty?" Puzzle asks, "It's here to remind me that I'll never be a real woman, right?"
"That's right, I'm so glad to see the programming worked so well." Riddler, moves to bite the steak on his fork, but he hesitates, "Puzzle return feeling of the olfactory and digestive systems to Richard, I want him to smell this, and hunger for it. Puzzle inhale, deep. Do you smell anything?"
"No, sir," Puzzle says, but Bella did. She smells the steak, and feels intense hunger. Because she's deprived of all other senses, the hunger is extreme, and Bella struggles to maintain coherent thought, as the Puzzle identity solidifies, and begins to rewire her brain.
"Oh dang, I got some ketchup on my finger, Do you mind? Puzzle?"
"Not at all, sir. I'd be happy too." puzzle says. Riddler leans her back slightly, prepping her to take in his digit. Parting her lips, Puzzle accepts Riddler's finger, it slides down her throat, she licks it clean, then tighten her lips around the base, and sucking it as if every inch were covered in ketchup.
"You know what, I think I got a little excess meat sauce on my mouth as well," Riddler says, looking directly at Puzzle.
Puzzle immediately response, tilting and bending slightly before planting her soft and wet lips on her master, first she begins sucking on his bottom lip, and then his top lip, she remains longer, kissing and sucking on his mouth, then she pulls back.
"Well done. And as much as I'd like to further explore your sucking abilities, we have some work to do. What do you say partner?"
Puzzle smiles, and answers by bending her head back down, eagerly kissing her Master who returns the kiss as he tightly grips Puzzle's tiny waist.
The pain of hunger dulls Bella's reaction to kissing the Riddler, and she appreciates the silver lining. Some forms of torture are worse than others.
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Bella watches her body, get in a car and drive to a bank, she knows what's going to happen, but is powerless to do anything about it. She can only sit and watch as Riddler makes her an accomplice to a robbery.
"Everyone on the ground," Riddler yells, as they enter the bank, "Puzzle fill this with cash." Riddler tosses a duffel bag to Puzzle, she catches it and skips to the front counter.
"Could you give me access to your vault please," Puzzle says smiling, "Oh and if you don't I think my Master will kill you." The clerk looks shocked, but looking around at all the innocent people cowering on the ground, he reluctantly opens the vault for the scantily clad super villain. Puzzle gleefully fills the duffel bag with cash, as Bella is forced to look on in shame. Puzzle returns to her Master, "Should we go now, Sir?"
"No, we play a game first, we always play the game," Riddler says, and then addresses the terrified room, "Listen up, I will gladly give up this money, if anyone can answer my riddle, her it goes: I migrate between Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin, far from my father Linnaeus, What am I?"
The room is silent, Bella tries to focus, but even she does not have an answer, the pain of hunger is too much. From the corner of her eye, Bella sees a kid stand to his feet, she tries to scream for him to sit back down, but her mouth doesn't even twitch. The boy, clears his throat drawing the attention of Riddler.
"Do you have an answer, boy?" Riddler asks.
Bella can tell the boy is struggling to appear confident, he can't be older than sixteen. The boy faces Riddler, "I am Robin."
Riddler pauses, and then says, "how do I know you're not guessing?"
"The Binomial name for Robin is Turdus Migratorius, it's the state bird of Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin, and it was first described by Swedish taxonomist Carl Linnaeus, who was know as 'The Father of Modern Taxonomy' therefore I am Robin. I don't want the money, just leave."
Riddler chuckles, "You don't want the money, what you just want to make a fool of me?," The Riddler says as his voice and anger rise, "you think you're better than me? Smarter than me?" Riddler point his gun at the kid.
Bella uses all her force of will to move, to try and stop Riddler before he murders this child. Puzzle's finger twitches.
"Actually, why don't you do it, my sweet Puzzle?" Riddler says offering the gun to his sexy assistant.
"Me?" Puzzle says holding the large gun in her delicate hands. The boy looks terrified, but doesn't move.
"Kill him," Riddler orders.
Puzzle doesn't move, she just stares at the gun in her hands.
"That was an order, sissy." Riddler says.
Puzzle doesn't move. Bella drops the gun, she turns facing Riddler.
"It's you," Riddler says with fear in his voice, taking steps back.
"It's me," Bella says, grabbing Riddler by his collar. She clocks Riddle on the side of his face, it's enough to knock the man down, but she doesn't let him drop. Still holding him by the collar Bella returns her arm, backhand slapping her former Master, she pulls him to her, lifting her leg, kneeing him in the stomach. Riddler gasps unable to breathe. Bella does not relent, fueled by anger, she throws him to the ground, and beats him unconscious. She stands, breathing heavily, she addresses the room, "Sorry about that, everyone, I'm Batgirl, I was undercover. It's all over now, somebody call the cops, and don't worry about him. He won't be waking for a while."
Applause erupts in the room, and the people stand, and begin chanting, "Batgirl! Batgirl! Batgirl!" Bella blushes, and coyly holds up a hand. She looks to the boy, who is smiling wide. Bella tries to gather herself, it's strange being in full control again, but she quickly adjusts to reality, as the crowd calms around her. She has to return to Bruce, tell him everything, and he'll make her feel safe. And she does not want to be seen in this outfit any more. Bella moves to exit.
"Wait," The boy says, running up to her.
"Oh hey," Bella says, "nice work on that riddle, you were very brave."
"Oh thanks, but it wasn't that hard. I'm kinda a nerd. Hey, I have a question."
"What's up kid?" Bella asks, she's anxious to get back home, but she can spare a moment for the brave kid.
"It's just, I overheard Riddler call you a sissy, and I was wondering if that's um, and accurate description?"
Bella pauses, is this how it will get out, should she tell the truth or lie? "I, um, well, the thing is, um, yes, kinda yes. I wouldn't use that word, but yes."
"How did you, or how do you deal with it? I mean, feeling like you're not in the right body, and stuff?" The boy asks, obviously uncomfortable.
Bella looks thoughtfully at the young boy, she squats down, at the boys level, "Are you like me?" The boy shyly nods. Bella smiles, "what's your name?"
"Tim Drake," The boy says struggling to make eye contact with Bella.
"What's your other name?"
"Other name?" Tim asks, looking up to Bella, who looks at him knowingly, "Oh. um, I've always liked Thea."
Bella smiles, she places her hands on the small boy's shoulders, "Listen, I can't tell you how to live your life, and honestly, I'm still figuring all this stuff out, but I can tell you this; life is short, and crazy, and unpredictable, and if you're riding that roller coaster, you might as well be happy while you do it. Does that make sense."
The boy nods, "Thank you, you're my hero. "
Bella's heart swells, she lets go of the boy, and stands up. The boy waves goodbye, as Bella exits the bank. She gets in Riddler's car, and retraces the directions back to his apartment, thankfully she had the foresight to memorize the path from his place to the bank. Bella rushes to his floor, trying to ignore the constant jiggling of her exaggerated bust, not to mention the fact that she's dressed like a prostitute.
Bella kicks down the door, and finds her costume, her real costume, in a display case. Riddler probably kept it to remind Bella of all that she had lost, Bella sighs glad to be free of Riddler for good. She doesn't know how much of his torment she could have taken before she lost her mind. She takes her suit, and reaches into her belt. She sets off a short range EMP, just in case there are any cameras in the room. She rips off the Puzzle costume, and quickly dresses in her Batgirl suit.
Bella considers going straight to Wayne Manor, but Bruce probably isn't there, at this time, he has probably just left the cave. At the beginning of every night, Bruce's first stop is crime alley. On the theater. He has brought Bella there many times, and although there is not much discussion, Bella knows how meaningful a place it is to Bruce. And it had become meaningful to Bella. Crime Alley isn't far from here. Bella leaps from the window, grappling to a near by rooftop, she makes her way throughout the city as the sun sets.
Night has taken over Gotham, when Bella arrives to the worst street in the worst neighborhood in the worst district of the worst city. Bella pulls herself from a fire escape, it's been a while since she's traveled through Gotham this way. Things have been crazy recently, but Tommy has been defeated, his serial killings have been stopped, and the menace behind the whole affair is now sporting a couple of black eyes, and a few broken ribs. Bella sighs as she takes her time walking to the other side of the roof. Things may actually get back to normal. Wouldn't that be nice. Bella smiles, and for a second the fear, the doubts, and her troubles seem distant. Hope swells in the young girl, filling her chest with a sense of good things to come.
Bella reaches the end of the rooftop from here she can see the top of the theater. As she expected Bruce is there, but Bella frowns and squints, he is not alone. With him is a woman, clad is a skin tight suit, leaving little to the imagination, it's Catwoman. Bella smiles relieved, Bruce must have caught her stealing, and their chase has ended here. Catwoman begins strutting over to Bruce. "Alright," Bella says under her breath, unheard by the others, "Pull out the Bat-cuffs, Bruce."
Catwoman wraps her arms around Bruce's neck. Oh god, Bella thinks, she's gonna cut his throat! Bell prepares to glide down and assist her partner, but she stops. Bruce doesn't move, instead he wraps his hands around Catwoman's waist. "Come on, Bruce, push her away," Bella says her quiet voice shaking with uncertainty. Bruce pulls Catwoman in, kissing her deeply, as her legs bends up behind her.
Bella stands up, she turns around, leaving the loving display behind her. She takes a few steps, then falls to her knees. Tears stream down her face. Her heart shatters.
The End
Epilogue:
Dick swings the door to the manor open, he barrels through the house. Alfred is in the main hall as he marches up the stairs, "In a hurry, I see, Miss Bella. May I ask, what in goods name are you driving?"
"A car," Dick says moving up the stairs, "I bought a car." Dick had spent all the money he had saved from his childhood, and most of what his parents left him, it wasn't much. But he wouldn't use Bruce's money.
"Did they have anything available from this century?" Alfred asks. Dick just grunts. "Is everything alright, Miss Bella?"
Dick turns, looking down at Alfred from the top of the stairs, "Don't call me that, my name is Dick." Dick turns leaving Alfred alone as he stomps to his room. Dick opens his closet, it's filled to the brim with girl clothes, Dick frowns. He threw out all his boy clothing when he was under the delusion he was a girl. Dick sighs angrily, and beings stuffing his least feminine clothing into a suitcase.
Having followed him upstairs, Alfred enters the room, "Miss Bella, did something happen?"
Dick doesn't respond, grabbing his belongings with haste, tossing aside anything that Bruce bought or gave to him.
"Miss Bella what are you doing?"
"What did I say," Dick shouts turning to face Alfred, "Don't call me that." Dick pauses as Alfred is obviously taken aback, he lowers his voice, "Sorry, just don't call me that. It's Dick." Dick takes a breath as he zips up his suit case, he pulls the wig from his hair, revealing his natural raven black hair. He takes the Batgirl suit from the bag he brought with him, he removes the belt, placing that in his suitcase. He throws the costume on the bed behind him.
"What ever has happened, ma'am -sir, remember it is best to think things through." Alfred says with uncertainty in his voice.
Dick stands, he's all packed. Dressed plainly in a white t-shirt and jeans, he grabs a leather jacket and slips it on. His clothing is all still in girls cut, but not the overload of femininity he's been drowning himself in lately. Glancing at the mirror, Dick still appears to be a girl, his thin, but shapely body is not hidden by his clothing. His breasts still jut out, giving him an unmistakable feminine silhouette. Forgetting his chest, his make up free face, and shorter hair, tip the scales a little in the masculine direction. At best he is androgynous. He'll have to work on that. He turns heading for the door, but he hesitates. He turns back around and hugs Alfred. Alfred slightly confused, and concerned returns the hug, "I'll miss you Alfred."
"Master Dick?" Alfred says unsure of what to do.
Dick smiles at his friend, and turns and leaves head for the stairs, "Oh and Alfred, tell Bruce that his asylum is being run by the inmates. Again."
Dick enters his new car, his new very old car. He sits down and sighs, he grabs the seatbelt, pulling it over his large chest. His breasts are not helping him regains his masculinity. Dick turns the keys, the engine stalls, Dick slams a hand on the dash, "Come on," he shouts. He turns the key again, the car starts after some gurgling.
Dick drives, making his way out of the city limits. Unsure of his destination, he glances at a road sign in the distance, he squints reading it.
Bludhaven 30 miles...
Author's Note: Well, well, well. What a rollercoaster. We have arrived at the end of this Chapter of Bella's-excuse me-Dick's life. I really hope you enjoyed this story. Tell me what you think, and any plot holes I missed, I don't think I have any. Also, tell me if you would like to see more of Dick's story. I have a few plans. Plans that extend beyond our eponymous young hero. No man in the DC universe is safe from feminization. I'm coming for all of them, I hope you stick around for that! Thanks again for reading and commenting, and everything. THANKS!