Damian becomes a teenage girl and looks more like the daughter of Selina than Bruce

The notion of ‘be careful what you wish for’ was one which had been purported throughout the ages. And there are few powers more skilled at twisting even the most idle or well-meaning of wishes as genies, fifth-dimensional entities and cursed artifacts.

“Ack!” yelped Damian as the amulet suddenly clung to his neck. Catwoman quickly snapped her focus to the little her as Catgirl wriggled around attempting to claw the thing off.

“Hold still,” she said as she moved to help get it off, only for a sudden wave of magic to burst out, temporarily blinding them both as the amulet itself shifted to a feline-like design and merged with the voice synthesizer attached to Damian’s choker. Dazed from the flash, Damian stumbled backwards into the motion detection lasers.

“Shit…”

Selina muttered as she regained her bearings.

“Guess we’re figuring out this mystery later. TIme to scarm, kitten.”

Damian had little time to respond as a security guard burst into the room, yelling at them to freeze while shining his flashlight at the pair. Adrenaline took over as Catwoman pulled her hand to prompt her to follow her. Damian briefly stumbled, unaccustomed to running in heels, but suddenly something clicked in her mind as she began to move with greater ease.

“This is your fault, Catwoman!”

Damian hissed to Selina as they ran past flashing security sirens and narrowly dashed beneath closing blast doors, how did a museum afford such an advanced security system but only a handful of guards she could not guess. Selina responded with a roll of her eyes.

“Save the blame-games til we’re out of the frying pan, m’kay sweetheart?”

“Ugh.. fine…” she whispered as her voice began to crack, changing in tone to that of a teenage girl rather than the voice of the adult Selina. Both cat thieves were too preoccupied with escape to notice such minor details at the time, however.

As Damian continued to trail just behind Catwoman, she found keeping up with the burglar more and more easy despite the odd burning sensation spreading across her body as her figure, breasts and general proportions shrunk to the slim yet athletic body of a sixteen-year old girl. Her costume was also altering itself as the magic of the amulet buzzed around them. While at first it was a near-exact, if somewhat smaller, replica of Catwoman’s, now it was turning more distinct.

A leotard with sleeves formed beneath the catsuit, pulling itself over her skin and allowing for greater flexibility as the catsuit itself resided until it became a sleeveless leather vest and hood. The leotard grew down her legs, until the sturdy yet soft black fabric covered just about everything below her neck. The gloves and heeled-boots remained, but still slightly altered to better fit her new body.

As the pair made their way out to the roof, the wind flew against Damian’s face as it also transformed. Instead of looking like a younger, smaller, clone of Selina, her face also became more unique yet still unmistakably similar to that of the older woman. Her red goggles grew into a cat-shape masquerade-style mask, which now covered the upper half of her face. The final finishing touches occurred to her hair, which became a curly mixture of black and dark dirty blonde streaks.

The adrenaline was pumping through Damian as she leapt from the room of the museum onto the neighboring building. It was difficult to focus on anything besides Catwoman or escaping, especially as police sirens were becoming louder and louder. She just hoped her father wouldn’t hear of this, running away from the cops after botching a museum heist didn’t seem like the best way to prove her competence to him.

She was angry at Selina for dragging her into this and peeved at her father for not avoiding this mess by just taking her with him in the first place, but right now she had little choice but to follow the former.

“Looks like we lost…” Selina trailed off as she turned to face Damian, blinking in surprise as she took in his new appearance.

“What? Were we followed?”

“No… is that you Damian?”

Damian looked at her incredulously.

“Well, duh. Of course, it is. You turning senile, Selina?” she snapped, somehow sounding even brattier than usual. Selina glared at her.

“Watch your tongue, kitten. And don’t call me Selina, call me m-” she shook her head to push away the dizziness.

“I mean. Call me Catwoman while in costume, kay?”

“Right… ugh… my voice feels weird.”

Selina thought Damian’s whole body seemed weird, but maybe that was just her. The former-boy-wonder-turned-little-clone-of-her still looked very familiar, yet now also like an entirely new person. It was almost uncanny how much she looked like her… daughter. She frowned as she thought over the events in the museum. Could this be that curse of Heka she read about? She assumed it was bogus, but only a fool would completely deny the existence of magic when the likes of Zatanna were running around.

“I think you need a look in the mirror, Tabby,” she said, the name slipping out as she did.

“What did you call me?” asked Damian as she followed her to her apartment, a safe place to work things out with.

“Uh... nothing. Just follow me.”

Damian oddly did not complain much more and soon they found themselves in Selina’s apartment, where she quickly led the girl to a full-view mirror, prompting a shocked scream.

“Eeek! Why do I look like a… like your daughter or something?”

_“Calm down Tabby…” _the name slipped out once more despite the fact she meant to say Damian.

“And why do you keep calling me that? Is this some kind of sick prank? Did Harley Quinn put you up to this or something? My name is Tabitha Kyle not… wait no! I’m Tabitha Kyle! I’m Catwoman’s sidekick, Alley-Kitten… why can’t I say it?”

_“You’re Alley-Kitten,” _said Selina when she tried to say, ‘You’re Robin’. Damian glared at her, the expression looking more like a pout with her current face.

“Well how ‘bout that, seems that curse wasn’t as made-up as I thought.”

“Can you fix this? Turn me back to Tabitha Kyle… ugh, I mean… you what I mean!”

Selina shrugged, honestly a part of her was almost tempted to exploit this situation. She was just wondering who’d be her successor, and it seems like she just got one on a silver platter. But she soon dismissed the notion, good old Brucey would probably break up with her for stealing her son. Well, that and locking her up in Blackgate or Arkham, depending on how insane the courts judged her that week. A loud yawn from Damian distracted Selina from her thoughts.

“You tired, kid?”

“What… no… I’m… just going to take a nap… over here…”

Selina couldn’t help but smile softly as the girl who looked like her daughter flopped down on the couch. With an exhausted sigh of her own, she decided she could afford to take a quick break herself before figuring out a solution. Meanwhile, Damian drifted off to sleep.