Dazed and weak, Wonder Woman exhaustedly stumbled through the darkness trying to get her bearings. Off in the outskirts of the park, she found herself alone, exhausted and confused. Wearily she struggled to push herself up from off the dirt, only to have her knees give out and send her crashing back down to the ground. Sleepily blinking her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness and shadows the park, she looked around at the abandoned nighttime landscape. Still struggling to regain her footing, Diana remembered the serum she had been injected with by Grodd and Lex Luthor, and assumed that the effects hadn't worn off, remaining the cause of her frail state of being. Checking herself over, Diana turned around to examine her leg and take a look at the bruise she had first discovered on her leg, back at the Legion's headquarters. But as she looked down to examine her calf, she froze in shock at the site of more spots and... fur engulfing her legs! Aghast, she stared in a trance at the spattered spots and rosettes-some of which, resembling the stars that adorned her costume- and stared at the hypnotizing trail that covered her body, following the black and brown rosettes that lay scattered over her leg and the rest of her furry body, all the way from her paws to the tip of her- 'tail!?' "What in the-" Diana whispered to herself as she held her paw out in front of her face and examined her claws in disbelief. Immediately she stumbled towards the small pond nearby and looked down into the water to see her reflection. "I'm a..." she stammered in disbelief, "This is impossible!" she continued to shout and rant to herself, completely unaware of the frenzied screams and chaos unfolding on the other side of the park as the city's residents fled in a panic in response to the 'man-eating lion that had escaped the zoo'. Her attention completely engulfed in the spotted big cat that stared back at her from the pond, Diana didn't even notice the man frantically running through the park in attempt to flee the lion and heading straight towards her. "How can this be?" she repeatedly asked herself, hoping that somehow, everything would make sense and someone would answer her distressed questions. Trying to make sense of the entrancing leopard that shared her perplexed gaze, and mimicked her every move, Diana suddenly remembered Grodd's taunting remark back at the Legion's headquarters. This was the 'final outcome' he arrogantly riddled to her when she was first trying to make sense of the odd blotches that now adorned her body; the mysterious spots she and the others confused for bruises... 'The others!' Suddenly Diana remembered Superman and their teammates and realized that they were nowhere in sight. Nervous of the thought of where they were and what had become of each of them, Diana grew worried of the idea that Bruce, Clark, John and Wally, if she found them, wouldn't recognize her! Assuming they'd all met a similar fate, she also questioned whether she'd recognize them either... Her mind buzzing with worry and the combating sensations of anger and confusion, Diana finally managed to pull herself away from her reflection in the pond, to set forth and begin searching for her friends.
Unsure of where to start her search, Diana decided to ask if anyone had seen any of her fellow League members. Spotting a local jogger making his way down one of the park trails, Diana clumsily ran close behind, trying to catch up and ask if he'd seen her friends. "Excuse me," she said congenially, calmly watching as the middle-aged jogger came to an abrupt stop and stood frozen in place. "Have you seen Superman or Flash? Batman perhaps?" she asked optimistically as she approached the man from behind. Nervously, the jogger turned around in response to the ominous growls and snarls, and watched as a large leopard crept forward, its sharp fangs flashing in the moonlight as it snarled and roared menacingly. "It appears we've been separated, and I can't seem to find them. I would appreciate your help," she said with a smile as she patiently waited for a response. Terrified, the jogger began to tremble at the sight of the rogue leopard that patiently stood before him in wait, giving him a head start before the final chase. Perplexed by the pale, petrified expression on the man's face, Diana prepared to ask if the man was alright; but before she even had a chance to react to the distressed citizen, he immediately turned and fled in the opposite direction, screaming in warning of the also-escaped leopard that was 'lurking in the park!'
In an attempt to correct the man, and hopefully gain an answer to her question, Diana followed the terrified citizen, calling for him to stop and help her find Superman and the others. But despite her requests, the man only continued to run faster, crying in fear as the 'beast was now on the hunt!' Insulted, Diana finally managed to corner the hysterical man and attempted to explain that she was not going to hurt him, and tried to piece together what little she knew about her predicament- ignoring her audience's terrified and perplexed expression. Studying her paws and the freckled rosettes spattered on her coat, Diana continued to question the man, but the princess' anxiety turned to confusion as she waited for an answer, only to have her witness tremble before her in fear- a terrified yet puzzled expression on his face. Frustrated, she let the man go and approached a nearby group of site-seers marveling at the exterior of Metropolis' Art Museum. "Excuse me," she said as she cordially approached the group from the side. At first the group froze- startled by the unexpected sound of a growl from behind them. Seeing that she'd gotten their attention, Diana continued. "I was wondering if you've seen-" Like the frantic man in the park, the now terrified group of tourists ignored Diana's inquiry and fled in a panic from the 'vicious leopard' that had fearlessly approached them on the city streets. "Wait!" Diana cried in desperation as she briefly followed behind the group, still hoping that they'd help her find her missing teammates; but once she realized that they were clearly not interested in providing their assistance, she finally stopped and, dumbfounded, stood in the middle of the deserted city streets, alone and still completely clueless as to what was going on and where her friends were.
Amidst the chaos and confusion unfolding in the heart of Metropolis, at the city bus station, Batman had finally woken from his unconscious stupor. The lagging feelings of Grodd's teleporter and the groggy effects of his suppressant had finally worn off as he opened his eyes to the silent darkness of the night. Realizing that he was alone- 'the transporter must have spread us throughout the city' he thought to himself- he crawled out from beneath a parked bus and rose to his feet. 'Perfect,' he thought resentfully when he took into account the pending situation. Though he had managed to read far enough into The Legion's plans to understand them, back at the headquarters, his teammates were not so lucky; and now without any of them nearby, he was unable to explain the situation to his team, who he already knew, were more than likely in a panic. Making his way towards the station's exit, Bruce looked down at his feet beneath him and studied the large, clawed, black paws that carried him forward. Closing his eyes and letting out a long low sigh, he then looked over his shoulder at the dense black fur that ran down his back, to the tip of his tail. Approaching the stop outside the station, Batman surveyed the area, making sure there were no people in sight. Once the coast was clear, he crept forward and began to scan the area for any of his teammates. As he made his way past the steel and plexiglass bus stop, Bruce couldn't help but stop and study his reflection. Though he already knew what had become of him before escaping the Legion's capture, the undeniable twinge of curiosity led him to stand in front of the blue-tinted panel and stare at the large, jet-black wolf on the other side. Despite already knowing what to expect, Bruce still found himself in disbelief at the sight of the ominous canine that stared back at him. Completely covered in thick black fur, his reflection almost disappeared in the night, if not for the penetrating stare of the two golden-yellow eyes that shone brightly in the dark. Upon further examination he placed his paw against the glass and examined the dense black coat that engulfed his body. He then turned around and silently watched as the bushy black shadow that was his tail, stood straight behind him, a sign of the irritated disapproval of his appearance.
After another moment of studying his new form, and practicing the difficult task of running on all fours, he proceeded to leave the station, wary of any citizens whom he may pass on his journey to find his friends. Stealthily searching every deserted alleyway and possible place the others could hide, he continued to roam the streets alone. After what seemed like hours of walking through the city on a fruitless search, Bruce arrived at a deserted alleyway. Dark and silent, he peered inside to see the concrete gap between two buildings was completely empty, with the exception of an overflowing dumpster and an abandoned phone booth. Casually he proceeded to enter- his sights on the booth- when the shouts and screams of approaching people caught his attention. Stealthily he leapt into the darkness, hoping that his new pelt would blend into the shadows, as he crouched down and listened to the frantic cries about wild animals, escaped from the zoo. Immediately, Bruce knew what, or rather who, the frantic citizens were running from. Obviously the others were somewhere nearby. They had to regroup and find a way out of this mess, but he couldn't risk wandering the city in the midst of this frenzy, 'the others had already caused enough of a panic.' There had to be a way to gain the team's attention and get everyone together again without risking any further and unwanted panic amongst the citizens. Taking a minute to study his options and formulate a plan, Bruce finally had an idea; approaching the dumpster and clumsily climbing atop the giant mountain of trash, he took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and let out a long howl into the night. The gruff baritone cry resonating from his throat, Bruce stopped to catch his breath, rolling his eyes in irritation as he frustratedly acknowledged that he was actually doing this. After calling out to his teammates a second time, Bruce leapt down from the dumpster and sat in wait, listening, slightly amused, at the new cries of a 'werewolf' now prowling the city. As people leapt into their cars and called police to handle the situation, Batman waited patiently; grudgingly mocking himself (and to some extent, Grodd and Luthor) for resorting him to such a state. 'A wolf,' he thought to himself as he looked down at his paws and took a seat, only to jump back up to his feet in pain, after accidently sitting on his tail. Unenthusiastically, he looked behind him, focusing on the bushy black nuisance as he carefully attempted to sit down a second time, watching as it slowly curled at his side while he watched more people flee down the street, completely unaware of his presence as he watched from the shadows. With a cynical chuckle muted below a growl, Bruce looked over to the other side of the alley, rose from his seat and began to approach the abandoned phone booth, studying the worn exterior. "Humph," he murmured to himself as he paused to briefly study appearance a second time in the booth's door before entering, 'at least it wasn't a bat...'