Damian chose the more obvious option between the two. Catwoman's gadgets were completely different to what he was used to working with anyway. Even if her gadgets were similar to his own, he still would have selected Batgirl anyway since he wasn't a fan of the idea of being crammed into her catsuit. He was mainly just doing this so he could access Batgirl's arsenal of gadgets anyway and then he'd strip out of the costume the first chance he got. He kept repeating the plan in his head to psych himself into it and finally he pressed his finger against the touchpad and entered the wardrobe chamber.
Batman built the costume device so he and his sidekicks could change rapidly at a moment's notice. He was inspired by Superman's ability to zip in and out of a phonebooth and completely change from his civilian clothes to his Superman costume. He knew it would be difficult trying to replicate Superman's speed but if the city was in dire straits then they couldn't afford to waste precious seconds they could be using to save lives on changing into their elaborate vigilante getups. All of which made sense to Damian. He'd used the machine plenty of times himself and appreciated it's efficiency. What he had never attempted before was putting on someone else's costume with the option menu.
Metallic hands removed the clothes from his body leaving him nude which caught him off guard. They usually just left him in his boxers when they put him in his Robin costume.
"Adjusting costume to current proportions."
The machine announced in a mechanical monotone. That made sense. He didn't exactly have the physique of a young woman so sticking him in Batgirl's costume unaltered would just be a tad bit baggy on the boy. At least now he held on to some hope that he maybe would be dressed in a male version of her suit. Batboy? Still an embarrassing name but at least he wouldn't be dressed like a woman.
Damian's hopes were dashed as a pair of panties were dragged up his legs. They were purple with a girly yellow bat symbol pattern. A matching bra was thrusted onto his chest. The bra cups were sized to be around a C cup, fairly large for a thirteen year old. The padding compensated for Damian's lack of a chest.
"What's the meaning of this?!"
Damian argued, struggling against the machine. There was no response.
A tiny black corset was wrapped around his waist. Damian was no expert in women's clothing but he recognized a torture device when he saw one. He yelped as it cinched his already thin waist inward even more, giving him a slight feminine curve that a developing young girl might have with his hips more accentuated. His short black hair was dyed an auburn red like Barbara's with mascara and eyeshadow being applied to his face, giving him a smoky eye look. His lips were painted with a light pink shade of gloss and foundation to mask any scars or blemishes on his face.
Any hope that this machine would make him look like a boy was out the window. He swallowed hard as one of the hands emerged with the purple batsuit in hand. He tried to fight back but the arms wound up restraining him as the batsuit was pulled up his legs. His arms were inserted in the suit and the front zipper was hoisted all the way up his back. The arms lowered him into a pair of matching yellow tactical combat boots. His hands were slipped into yellow gloves that matched the yellow bat symbol that rested on his chest. The costume was filled out by his false breasts which even had a slight jiggle to them whenever he moved for added realism. Inside the collar of the suit as a choker type of device that wrapped around Damian's neck and restrained his adam's apple which made him sound exactly like Barbara Gordon. The finishing touch was the purple bat cowl which was lowered over his head with attached hair extensions clipping to Damian's dyed head. His cape was short and only reached a little passed his hips.
As soon as the door opened and the costuming was complete, he bolted out. Thankfully Barbara didn't have heels on this version of her costume.
"This is ridiculous. I need to get out of this right now..."
Damian huffed. He would much rather just wear a hoodie and carry a staff or a butter knife at this point than be confused as Batgirl.
"Wait, my voice!"
He tugged at his throat. He sounded like Barbara all of the sudden. He looked just like her albeit shorter. Sounding like her too, he could probably fool the vast majority of the city into thinking he actually was Batgirl if he wanted to. Most wouldn't notice a few inches of height difference. He thought about it for a second, but he shook his head. He struggled to reach the zipper.
"Batcomputer! Why can't I take my mask off?" it felt like it was glued on.
"Barbara Gordon requested that mask sealant be applied when she puts on her costume to protect her identity from being revealed in the event of her capture."
The Batcomputer chimed. Of course. Barbara was especially careful with her identity after the Joker shot her. Everyone was amazed when she made a full recovery but it her paranoia was understandable. It was just unfortunate for Damian because as a result he was stuck with the mask on.
"How long does it take to wear off?"
"12 hours."
"Well don't you look precious..."
Someone else had entered the cave. Damian was so distracted by his new predicament that he failed to notice. He didn't watch his surroundings, another one of his shortcomings in the eyes of his father.
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