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Aresia couldn't help but give a smirk, those apes were stupider than she had thought, she had taken their technology, the machine the one called 'Grodd' had created, what the men called a 'DNA Re-Writer'. She remembered from first hand experience how powerful it was, like the rest of the world she had spent a good few minutes as a gorilla, if it could do that much then it could certainly work to her purpose. She was a brilliant engineer, being an Amazon she was able to learn and master new skills incredibly fast, and repairs on the machine were effectively finished, all she needed now was to attach the power source.
She lifted the strange yellowish-gold orb out of her bag, when she had revived that witch, 'Tala' or something like it, she had been given it, 'A source of mystical energy taken from beyond the grave' or something or other. Just so long as it was powerful enough. Fitting it into the central core the machine lit up, panels flashing blue, and giving off a metallic hum. Aresia's lips formed into an evil smirk as she typed the coordinates into the machine. In orbit around the earth the pulse would launch from the Watchtower, base of the mighty Justice League. It would then cover the rest of the earth's surface and then… then it would be Utopia, a Utopia of her creation.
Pressing the main key the machine buzzed into life, bluish electricity flying around, lancing through it. Looking through her display on her wrist communicator she could see the pulse she had summoned pass through the Watchtower and lance towards earth. As it shot towards earth she saw it fizzle and die. Spinning around the machine crackled, and buzzed, as the Orb's power faded. Aresia's eyes widened and she flung herself backwards as the entire machine exploded, fragments of twisted metal and severed wires flying out and littering the ground around her, getting buried in her long blond hair. Well at least she'd hit the Justice League if no one else.
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The Watchtower, a few minutes beforeBatman sat typing at his computer, eyes focussed intently on the screen, a database of criminal activity in Central City over the past few weeks, so focussed he didn't notice the silent wall of blue and yellow energy until it hit him, smashing into his back and causing him to yell out in agony as it passed through him, pain burning in every atom of his existence as if his cells themselves were burning. His yell was met with three others, he wasn't sure whose, Shayera and J'onn were on a mission, but the others were all here, in different parts of the watchtower. As the wall of energy finally passed through him and out, moving through the steel wall and the other side of the watchtower Batman looked down examining his body for any differences.
He had encountered this event before, he had been turned into a gorilla for a short time, but as he looked down at himself there was no change, no fur, he was the same, entirely. Storming over to the door he opened it and stepped out into the main hall of the Watchtower, looking down he could see Superman massaging his head through his short black hair, Green Lantern trying to stand but constantly collapsing back onto the floor and Flash seemingly a shade paler than usual, supporting himself on one of the chairs. Diana was there too, standing beside the stooped form of Superman, a concerned look across her beautiful features, but as Bruce emerged from his room she told Superman something inaudible, even to Batman, before leaping into the air, flying up to face him.
"What happened?" she asked him, "That was like what happened in Gorilla city, but none of us have grown fur". She was utterly confused, and Bruce had no time to explain it to her, instead he stalked off towards the teleporters, he needed to run some DNA analysis on himself. Diana ground her teeth in anger and frustration, this man was infuriating, always brushing her off and ignoring her. Bruce simply tried not to bring any attention to the fact he had brushed her off again, one of these days he really needed to talk to her about how he felt. But not now. Within seconds he reached the teleporter, stepping inside and punching in the coordinates for the Batcave
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Batman felt himself reform in the Batcave as a wave of tiredness and exhaustion overtook him, causing him to shrink down a bit, nearly falling to his knees from fatigue. Stumbling across the cave he found the stairs, collapsing onto them and crawling up them, cape dragging behind him, limbs heavy, as if they were made of lead, unwilling to cooperate. As he reached the top of the stairs he lifted a hand, taking hold of the computer console attached to the wall, which controlled the door, and used it to haul himself to his feet, pressing the main button on the console and making the clock, slash, secret entrance to the Batcave, slid open, allowing him to tumble through the opening and collapse onto the floor.
"Master Bruce!" came the alarmed voice of Bruce's long-time faithful butler, slash, confident, slash, adoptive father, Alfred. Within seconds Bruce felt the old yet strong hands of the man he had come to think of as his surrogate father taking a hold of his shoulders, holding him up as he had done all Bruce's life, supporting him, caring for him like a son. He placed his own hands on the floor and pushed himself up, into a kneeling position, and from there allowing Alfred to help him to stand, anyone else he would have snapped at and told he needed no help, accompanied by what Flash called a 'Bat-Glare', but this was Alfred, he was a special case, him and Diana.
Alfred gently yet firmly led Bruce over to and up the stairs, heading for Bruce's room, Bruce himself barely standing with the old man's help, he was literally falling asleep on his feet. He managed to groan out something along the lines of 'I'm ok Alfred, it's ok", but was barely understandable and his groans were accompanied by a huge yawn, betraying his feelings of fatigue and exhaustion. Alfred only put on a small smile as they reached Bruce's room, taking one arm out from under Bruce's torso to open the door causing Bruce to nearly fall out of his grip and onto the floor, but Alfred grabbed him and hauled him into the room, dropping him onto his bed, asleep as he hit the sheets
"Sleep well Master Bruce" Alfred whispered as he stepped back and through the door, closing it behind him.
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Bruce awoke the next day, it was weird he felt different, looking up at the ceiling the pulse from the day before swam into his mind and he gave a gasp. What had happened to him while he slept?
Well for a start he felt smaller, his suit hardly fitted anymore, hanging off him, except for his chest, which strangely enough was pressed against his costume. He lifted his gloved hands, the gloves far too large for his small hands, and took his cowl, sliding it easily off his face, long raven hair falling out and onto the pillow, that was weird, his hair had been short the day before. He tore his gloves off and took a look at his small, feminine, hands. He shot up, trousers sliding off his now much smaller legs as he stood, grabbing his top and tearing it over his head and standing, fully nude' looking down at 'his' chest.
Bruce Wayne, a.k.a the Batman, had breasts. His, no, her blue eyes widened and her breathing became faster and irregular as she looked down between her bare legs, sure enough instead of his usual 'family jewels' he found he had female genitalia. That was what the pulse had done, it had turned him into a woman.
Alfred only heard a piercing feminine scream emitted from Bruce's room.
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