I grown as the bliss of unconsciousness abandons me, leaving the aches and pains that come with awareness. Well at least thats what I thought would happen. It's not often you lose consciousness in a trap set by the Joker and wake up painless. Unless i'm dead. Which would suck.

I keep my eyes shut tightly as I try and remember the moments before I went dark. Bats had urgent business to attend to at the watchtower and had trusted me to patrol on my own for the first time. I was excited until the moment came to actually go on patrol. Filled with self-doubt I called Wally and asked how he felt about a night in gotham. He was there in a matter of minutes and after a brief snack we left for patrol.

It had been quiet that night but that just made me all the more uneasy. Gotham is never quiet. Wally insisted I was worrying over nothing, and when the alarms went off, he teased me for being relieved.

The alarm lead us to a pet shop. I raised an eyebrow at it and Wally made a stupid joke that I can't remember now. We made our way off the rooftops and glanced around for whatever had set off the alarm. Not finding anything I suggested scanning the near by streets and alleys.

Wally told me to go ahead while he struggled to get the animals back in there pens. I remember giggling as he received a rather nasty scratch from a very unhappy gray cat. And then...and then I heard the chuckling. I recognised it immediately and I turned from my friend to try and locate it.

I remeber my eyes widening at the 'thud' of my only back up falling to the ground, the animals he had managed to return to their cages hissing and barking.

I quickly turn only to stumble back when the Joker is standing only a few inches away from me. He smirks and whispers a 'good bye little bird' before spraying what I thought at the time was Joker Venom. That;s when I lost consciousness.

I am definitely dead. I have to be. There's no way The Joker would let me live after having me in his grasp. It is likely that Wally suffered a similar fate and I whimper as the realization that I just got my best friend killed sinks in.

I open my eyes at the strange sensation of that seems to be something licking my face. What greets me when I open them causes my to hiss and jump back in surprise. A dog looks down at me with bright green eyes. It's fur the unnatural colors of yellow and red and now that I get a better look they resemble Wallys Kid Flash costume.

Wait...A dog is looking down at me? Even sitting down I should be taller than a dog, but this one towers over me even though i'm standing. My ears lay flat- wait what? I glance down at my feet only to find them replaced with small black paws. I glance around looking for something that will show my reflection.

My eyes land on the glass of one of the puppy pens in the petshop. I stare wide eyed at the reflection of a red and black cat. It has bits of gold that resemble the belt and clasps of my costume. In fact all the markings vaguely resembled my suit.

"...Im a cat!?" I yowl in a mix of shock and horror. I don't even like cats! I hadn't expected a response but today is just full of surprises.

"And i'm a dog. Any ideas how it happened?" I recognize the dogs voice as Wally's and glance up at him. His eyes are calm and I assume he had his go at a mental breakdown before I woke.

"Wally?" I ask looking for confirmation. He nods again and repeats his previous question. It doesn't take me long to put two and two together and come up with four. I tense up and flick my newly found tail as I hiss out the name.

"Joker."