Damian was caught between a rock and a hard place. He could just put on a hoodie or something and go out like that? Fighting without an arsenal of gadgets would put him at a severe disadvantage though if he planned on not killing anybody. Nonlethal incapacitation was a lot easier if he had his utility belt with him. Both options seemed outrageous to Damian, but he gravitated towards Batgirl's costume since she seemed to have similar gear to what he was used to working with.
Error.
"What do you mean error?!"
Damian sighed. The Batgirl costume was already in use. Barbara was likely wearing it taking on criminals by his father's side. Where he should be. Not cooped up in some big empty mansion void of life. Well, there was Alfred, but he was so old Damian wondered if he even had a pulse.
With no other options left, Damian hesitantly pressed his finger on the image of Catwoman on the outfit selection screen and stepped inside the chamber.
His street clothes were quickly removed by multiple metallic hands, leaving him naked as scanners ran up and down his body.
"Adjusting costume to current proportions," the machine announced in a mechanical monotone. That made sense. He didn't exactly have the physique of a busty woman so sticking him in Selina's costume unaltered would just hang 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. Catboy? Still embarrassing but at least he wouldn't be dressed like a woman. He could always ditch the cat ears and put on a bat cowl lying around.
Damian's hopes were dashed as a pair of panties were dragged up his legs. They were pink with a girly cat 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 is 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 styled to look like Selina's with mascara and eyeshadow being applied to his face, giving him a smoky eye look. His lips were painted with a cherry red shade 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 black outfit in hand. He tried to fight back but the arms wound up restraining him as the catsuit was pulled up his legs. His arms were inserted in the suit and the front zipper was tugged all the way up to his neck. The arms lowered him into a pair of matching high heeled boots. His hands covered with catlike clawed gloves. The finishing touch was the cowl with the cat-shaped eye goggles that were snapped over his eyes.
As soon as the door opened and the costuming was complete, he bolted only to stumble and fall to the cold metallic flooring of one of the suspended platforms in the batcave.
"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 dress like Catwoman.
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