Damian was now in the body Catwoman.

Damian stirred again, feeling the soft fabric of the couch beneath him. He opened his eyes, slowly getting accustomed to the bright morning light streaming in from the windows. This wasn’t the Batcave. Nor was it his own room. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings and the room was filled with luxurious furniture. It was elegant, sophisticated, and had an undeniable feminine touch. He frowned, a sense of panic setting in.

Getting up, he tripped on a pair of discarded heels and barely managed to steady himself. He noticed that his balance was off, as if he were... taller? His eyes widened as he looked down at himself. He was wearing a white top with a deep, plunging neckline, with a leather jacket over it, and a pair of black skinny jeans. His chest... his chest was no longer flat but was filled with two... breasts. With his slender, gloved hand he fished his palm through the cleavage hole. His entire hand could barely contain the fleshy mound, Damian biting Selina's lower lip as he felt every sensation. He paused, stopping himself from giving in to temptation.

"No... no way... these... they're... real...?"

He spoke out loud, and the sultry, rich female voice that answered him nearly made him jump out of his skin. He rushed to a mirror that hung on a nearby wall, the sight that greeted him making his blood run cold.

Staring back at him from the mirror was the face of Selina Kyle. Her emerald green eyes, her voluptuous figure, her ruby red lips – all were perfectly replicated. Damian was staring at the face of Catwoman, except, he was Catwoman. His mind began to race as he pieced together the events. The VR training, the simulation, the glitches…

"Damn that simulation! I told Father it was bugged to high hell!"

His fists clenched at his sides. If he was in Selina's body, then where was Selina herself?

He noticed the WayneTech VR headset lying on the coffee table nearby. So, Selina had been using the same training program, and somehow, they had switched. But had Selina woken up in the Batcave in his body? Was she even aware of what had happened?

His heart pounded in his chest as he raced over to the phone, dialing a number he knew by heart. It rang several times before it was picked up.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end was familiar, but also not. It was his voice, but the tone was all wrong, too soft, too effeminate.

"Damian?"

"Yes," Damian replied, trying to keep his borrowed voice calm.

"Oh god, Damian, you sound just like me! Where are you?"

"I'm in your apartment, I... I woke up here. I don't know how, but I'm... I'm in your body, Kyle."

Damian sighed, running a hand through Selina's long hair.

Selina sighed.

"And it looks like I'm in yours... we need to meet and figure this out, kid."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, before Selina finally responded.

"Agreed. I suggest we meet up and figure out what's going on." Damian nodded, adding "and let's keep this between us, for now. I don't want to involve Father unless absolutely necessary."

"Not gonna happen, kid. We're going to have to tell Bruce about this. I'm not staying a boy for any longer than I have to!"

Selina stated, that sentence sounding peculiar coming out in Damian's voice.

"Okay, okay! Where are we meeting then?"

Damian huffed, choosing not to argue with her.