Darth Talon (Legends).

The sun shined passed the steel bars and onto the vigilante's face. He sighed, realizing it was time to get up. He chalked up everything that he had just seen and experienced to be some bizarre dream. Something that impossible couldn't happen to him, right? He was just Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, stalwart defender of Bludhaven. Friendly, neighborhood, street-level superhero. Cosmic stuff wasn't in his wheelhouse.

As he came to, he realized his bedroom was different. Wait, this wasn't his bedroom at all! And where did his clothes go?!

Sitting upright rather abruptly, Dick frantically scanned the room. The dark metallic plating and lack of furniture made the place feel more like a spacious jail cell than anything else. The only decoration was a strange banner hanging behind the bed frame. He didn't recognize the sinister looking logo.

Dick swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet pressing against the cold metal floor. He covered his nude body with the blanket, exploring the room. He had to figure out where he was and go from there.

As he approached a side door, he found it odd there was no handle. But as soon as he stepped within close proximity of it, the door slid downward like he'd seen in one of those sci-fi shows.

"I swear, if I was **** by aliens..."

Dick's investigative skills took hold. He peered into the side room, figuring it was a walk-in closet. Inside, there were various pieces of black armor, though he noticed they looked more like parts to a dark metal bikini than anything else. There was no sign of actual clothing as far as he could see. He searched the drawers and only discovered feminine undergarments. Dick didn't know much about fashion, but he didn't need to be a detective to be able to tell that these clothes were meant for a woman.

He was nude, so his costume must have been taken from him while he was out. But why his underwear too? Maybe this room belonged to a female? Perhaps she was the one who found him when he got there? Wherever there was. His memory of what happened prior to blacking out was fuzzy at best.

Suddenly, a red hologram appeared in the corner of the room.

Dick nearly jumped out of his skin, taking a defensive stance.

"Darth Talon, your presence has been requested in the throne room by Emperor Krayt."

A man in porcelain armor appeared in the hologram but he vanished as quickly as he appeared.

Darth Talon? Who the hell was that?

Suddenly, Nightwing's reflexes kicked in, the Flying Grayson leaping off his feet to dodge the incoming projectile.

SLAM!

He landed on his feet, bringing his hands to the cold metal bra uncomfortably latched around his chest. The cups strained against his defined pecs. Did this thing just put itself on him?

"Not really my size, sorry!"

Dick tugged at the cups in an attempt to pry the effeminate armor piece off, but it was no use. As mere seconds passed, the top already became less and less restrictive. Or it felt that way, at least. What he failed to realize was the bra wasn't getting any looser, he was getting smaller! His muscular chest softened, his nipples expanding. Pectorals growing into pronounced mammary glands as fat arose to fill the empty cups. A harsh crimson shade began to spread across his skin, leaving him smooth and hairless.

"Why won't you budge?! Wait a second... Am I turning red..?"

Dick glanced down at his chest, only to be greeted by his new red cleavage. Dark tribal tattoos formed as his skin continued to change shade, his body snapping and rearranging as the sea of crimson overtook him. His waist contorted, his spine curving as more revolting crunches could be heard from his ribs. Shredded abs fading into flat obscurity as his waist cinched inward and his hips flared out. Muscle repurposed as fat, building up in his rear and thighs.

SLAM!

A second article shot itself right around Dick's pelvis, the metal thong nearly cutting off circulation to his member. He floundered on the floor, his hands moving to try and free his manhood from what felt like a **** device. The sash draped down in between his legs, his reddening thighs growing larger. The thong became a little less painful to wear as his genitals too were swept up in the ruby current.

"Gaaaaaaa-aaahhhhhh!"

Dick groaned, fighting his new metal crotch prison as his manhood hardened from the intense sensations, yet also shrank at the same time. His voice cracked, the recoloration spreading to his neck. Adam's apple dissolving into nothingness. He raised a hand to his throat upon hearing his new voice. Every little wince he made from the changes, his tone became more sultry and seductive sounding.

"My-my voice! I kinda... sound like Selina!?"

Dick's face reddened, both from embarrassment and from the wave of changes moving to his head.

"Come on, come on..."

Dick continued to fidget and struggle on the floor with all his might, his genitals slowly inverting back up inside of himself. The intensity of his euphoria grew with every second. God, was he sweating? Excess fat and unneeded mass from his bulky physique exited his body in the pool of perspiration on the floor beneath him. Just when it felt like he was about to get the damn thong to budge, his butt ballooned out significantly. The glute muscle formed by the highly trained acrobat melted to voluptuous fat, keeping the undergarment tightly snug over his crotch and riding up his newly heart shaped ass. Meanwhile, his strength fled his arms as they became slender and elegant, rendering his struggle pointless. There was no way this thing was coming off at this rate!

SLAM! SLAM!

A pair of long metallic opera gloves latched around Dick's hands, sliding up to his biceps. His palms shrank to fit the gloves' dainty proportions. The garments controlled his hands like they had minds of their own, gently running a finger down his now flat, tatted up stomach. The other grazing and sensually cupping his breast.

"Hey! Stop that!"

He kicked and squirmed, trying to regain any sense of control at all. Only for the thigh high metallic boots to slide up his legs and seize them. Again, most muscle eroded to effeminate fat, causing his masculine thighs to become feminine looking and compliment his rear.

Dick's panicking proved fruitless as his chin softened and narrowed, his facial features rearranging to be more delicate. The scarlet wave fully consumed his head, his glorious raven locks falling right out as two tendrils sprouted from the back of his scalp. His body was now completely hairless. The dark tribal tattoos coating his entire body head to toe.

"Errgh...."

Dick groaned in unwanted pleasure, the last vestige of his former self still hanging on in between his legs. He fought the gloves as best as he could, grasping the thong once again. The garment suctioned against his fleeting manhood, pressing against it like it wasn't supposed to be there. He fought with all his might but at the last second, the gloves possessed his hands again.

"Wait! No!"

Dick screamed in his sultry tone, his blue eyes corrupted by the alien form as they slowly turned yellow. The gauntlets rubbed the metal panties against what was left of his groin and fully **** his member back up inside of him. The former boy wonder squealed with unexpected delight, warmth coursing through his nether regions as he could feel it rubbing against his new walls, the euphoria tantalizing and flooding his mind with strange, erotic thoughts.

"N-no... AH!"

Dick shuddered, reeling her head back and moaning as the change solidified. Her body writhed with pleasure as she found herself fighting to get the thong off not to free her masculinity but in a carnal desire to touch herself. For the first time, the panties gave and allowed her to hoist them down to reveal her new dripping sex. She remorselessly shoved two fingers inside herself to help finish off what the transformation started, her mind clouded by the ecstasy her body was subjecting her to. She didn't care about what had just happened, she just needed to get off. Badly. She roughly played with her breasts, springing one free and even finding that rubbing one of her new head tentacles helped her immensely. She ravaged her body just like she'd done to Kory plenty of times, though this time she was the unwitting owner of the female body she was pleasing.

"GAHHHHHHHHHH!"

With one final coo of relief, Dick panted in her breathy voice. She laid back on the cold floor, her lekku strewn about as she felt her hands possessed again. This time the gloves fixed her uniform, adjusting the bra back over her breast and her panties back over her crotch. She didn't care, basking in the afterglow of whatever the hell just happened to her.

Once she caught her breath and her body calmed down, she found the strength to get back up, wandering over to the full body mirror and staring at her reflection in shock.

"I'm... an alien chick?!"

A hot alien chick, too. She'd figured as much from the tentacles protruding from her skull, the red skin, and the weird tattoos, but it was another thing to confirm it. She made several faces, watching in horror as the seductive red lady matched her movements to a T.

BANG! BANG! BANG!