Clark had left Bruce in what she presumed was a waiting room. It looked oddly normal, despite the glacier-like texture of the walls and floor. The compartment she was in had a couch and a flat screen TV tuned in to the news channel from Metropolis with a modern looking kitchen on the far side of the room. Clark had taken the time to modify the frosty inner sanctum to make it more homey. Bruce had been in the Fortress of Solitude plenty of times herself, yet she had only seen a fraction of the labyrinth that Superman called home. While he left to speak with the AI consciousness of his father regarding her sudden transformation, he trusted Bruce would stay put. Of course, he knew Bruce all too well. Batman was notorious for violating his(her?) friends' privacy and wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to investigate the Man of Steel's inner sanctum further.
Finally with some privacy, she could more accurately assess her situation. She glanced down, seeing two unfamiliar lumps protruding into the "S" symbol on her new blue and red costume. She'd spent many long nights with Selina and occasionally one or two with Talia, (not to mention the litany of swimsuit models) so she was fairly accustomed to the female form. Just not so much being the owner of one. She ran her hands along her much slimmer waistline, finding her new frame to still be muscular albeit much thinner. The skirt was a little much, though, wasn't it? Wouldn't people be able to see up it when she flew?
Despite being far shorter in stature and smaller overall, she didn't feel any more vulnerable. In fact, she felt power unlike that of anything she'd ever experienced before.
For years, she'd been weary of the multitude of extremely powerful metahumans that kept cropping up on every corner of the globe. In company of The Flash, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Shazam, Cyborg, and others, Superman was who she was most concerned with. If he wasn't raised by a loving family that taught him to have good morals or if his powers ever fell into the wrong hands or if he was ever corrupted in any way, she feared the damage the last son of Krypton could wreak before the rest of the Justice League could stop him—if they could stop him. Now those same powers were hers.
Bruce pondered for a moment. In a way, it was a good thing that it was her. She'd much rather not have been forcefully transformed into a busty blonde woman but what if any old random civilian stumbled upon that pod? What if a lunatic or a gang member or someone that would abuse the powers bestowed upon them were transformed instead? Gotham may have experienced massive casualties before Batman could intervene. While she always wondered what it would be like to take to the skies like Superman and her other super powered friends did, she wasn't excited to possess these godlike abilities. She only felt a sense of dread come over her.
Being a billionaire, she was no stranger to holding power but not like this. She now had real tangible power. The kind that could turn people to paste if used improperly. In her years of experience as a superhero, she learned the unfortunate truth that power had a tendency to corrupt mortal men. Somehow, Clark hadn't succumbed to it. He still saw the best in everyone he met, regardless of how depraved and insane they were. She always did admire that quality in him. She'd never admit it but she wished she could be more like him. Inspire hope in others rather than mitigate crime through striking fear into those that dare prey on the innocent in the night.
There was also the fear in the back of her mind that kept making her worry about what she would do if she wasn't able to return to normal. She wouldn't be able to protect Gotham as Batman anymore. The names Batgirl and Batwoman were already taken. The whole reason she donned the cowl of a bat and fought from the advantage of darkness was because of the fact that she was just a human underneath the expensive costume. She wouldn't need to utilize such tactics if she was bulletproof and could fly. There wasn't a fraction of the risk fighting crime as a Kryptonian. Bane would definitely have a hard time breaking her back in this body, that was for sure.
Finally, the Dark Knight turned Supergirl came to the realization that she should utilize this unique opportunity to explore the Man of Steel's lair unsupervised. She left the waiting area, peering around a corner as one of Superman's servant bots marched by. She headed down the long corridor, passing framed newspaper articles of Superman's feats as well as some trophies and group photos of the Justice League.
The detective came to the end of the hall, finding there was not one but two doors.
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