Hey guys so this is my very first time on this sight and I am SUPER excited. This is my first story i've EVER written so constructive critisism is welcomed but please let it be CONSTRUCTIVE :). So without further ado, here's the story!
An explosion shook the streets of Gotham City. The tremors carried themselves all the way to the farthest point of the city; Wayne Mansion. Below the mansion was none other than Bruce Wayne whom was currently on the video-com with J'onn.
"Those scans will have to wait," Bruce said gravely as the warning alarms were raging.
The Martian nodded and the screen flipped out, now on the computer was a map of Gotham. A blinking light was flashing over Ace Chemicals. Bruce quickly grabbed his cowl and shoved it on his head, completing his Batman uniform, before jumping into the Batmobile. The armored tank roared through the night streets, quickly carrying the Dark Knight to his destination. The first thing Batman saw when the Batmobile stopped in front of Ace Chemicals was that the whole side of it was missing. He quickly jumped out of his vehicle and went to investigate.
The Caped Crusader found the source of the explosion when he peered inside; The Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime was just standing up on a landing, mixing chemicals. Batman slipped into the shadows and investigated the room further. The Joker was alone. The Dark Knight smirked to himself as he silently slipped up to the landing Behind The Joker.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite flying rodent!" The Joker spun around, chemicals in hand, "Don't be shy, I suppose you're here to arrest me and blah blah blah, hm?"
Batman stepped out of the shadows and glared at him, "What are you doing here Joker?" he demanded.
"I was bored," Joker grinned, his scars stretching up impossibly, "I wanted to play with the big bad Batman!"
"You wanted to play?" Batman asked skeptically, "Whenever you 'play' innocent people get hurt!" he took a step forward, menacingly.
"All part of the fun, right?" Joker threw back his head and let out a laugh.
Batman rushed forward quickly and punched Joker, sending him into the railing.
"Ow, Batsy, that hurt," Joker laughed some more and pulled out a gun.
The Clown Prince fired a couple shots but one managed to land in his thigh. Batman growled and ran at the Joker, who took a stance ready to take Batman's tackle. At the last possible second the Joker jumped out, sending Batman falling over the railing. The Caped Crusader turned and fired his grappling hook but the device couldn't find purchase on anything. He continued his fall powerless to stop himself, but he didn't hit the ground like expected instead he splashed into a giant vat of chemicals.
The toxins choked the Caped Crusader as he struggled to escape. Finally reaching the side of the gigantic barrel, he was able to heave himself out. Batman knew that the Joker was gone before he even looked. He could feel the strength leaving him as the Batmobile was summoned from a remote in Bruce's pocket. The trusty vehicle pulled up in front of him and Batman barely had enough time to drag himself inside before he passed out.
Bruce woke up in the Batmobile. The car had driven itself all the way back to the Batcave and was currently parked on the platform in the center. His head was pounding, his limbs were heavy, and his suit was heavier then he remembered. Bruce ripped off the cowl and cape with more force than necessary, he then started stripping off the rest of the suit. He was left in his boots, black silk boxers, and a white muscle tank top before realizing something was wrong. The billionaire looked down slowly at his body; it was much smaller except for… were those… he reached a shaky hand up to his chest. Bruce was trying his best not to hyperventilate as he realized that, yes; those were breast hanging off of him.
He flung himself from his vehicle and ran to the mirror, almost colliding with it in his haste. The person staring back was a young woman with long curtains of black hair that reached past her shoulders, her features were flawless and soft and in simple words the woman in the mirror was beautiful. Bruce slowly reached up and touched his face; the woman in the mirror did the same, that's when he lost it. He fell to the ground and screamed, but a high pitched shriek was the noise that came out.
This is not happening, this is not happening, Bruce told himself over and over staring at the mirror as if it had struck him. He was at a loss what to do, he was a… a… he didn't even want to think it. The one week that Alfred takes a vacation!
Bruce slowly picked himself up onto unstable legs and looked at himself in the mirror again. Okay so it could be worse, right? He nodded in a silent agreement with himself, if he could turn into a girl he could reverse the effects again; after all nothing was completely permanent. The world's greatest detective dragged himself over to the Batcomputer and plopped himself down in the chair. He was going to fix this, even if it was the last thing he did.