Erase her memories

Damian was becoming increasingly impatient as the Batcomputer remained silent. She crossed her arms in annoyance, unintentionally pushing up her breasts in the process.

“Affirmative. Please stand by while precautionary artificial amnesiac conditioning is applied to your brain for the purpose of preventing security leaks.”

Her relief was short-lived as she comprehended the latter part of the computer’s statement, but before she could protest, she found herself seized by multiple mechanical claws. She yelped in paint as a dozen needles pricked her at once, her new body much more sensitive to pain. The WayneTech VR Headset which began this whole mess was forcibly placed back onto her face. She awoke in a digital world which was in the process of generating.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” she demanded as the environment became reminiscent of the Gotham streets nearby one of the secret entrances to the Batcave.

“Calculating the most approximately accurate and plausible series of events from your account in order to create alternative memory to implant.”

“Stop this! Just let me go already you stupid glitching computer!”

“Negative. You have found sensitive information which could compromise the safety of Batman. **** mental distress detected. Initiating neural scan. -ERROR- -IzzzZZZzzt-, Neural imaging detects anomalies in contradiction to the profile of Amelia Kelesy-Ives. Initiating emergency neural medical measures to prevent long-term damage from artificial amnesiac procedure.”

“What no, no, no. Stop! I’m Da-” She found herself suddenly cut off as the AI muted her.

“Do not be distressed. Safety parameters automatically set to ‘Level: -IzzzZZZzzZt-’ -ERROR-. No safety parameters detected. Initiating procedure in 3… 2… 1…”

The environment finished generating and Damian found herself in the midst of various NPC pedestrians as her avatar walked down the streets of Gotham. She needed to find some way to break the simulation. It messed with her mind too much, she didn’t want to end up in Arkham because a haywire AI zapped her brain into a million pieces. She spotted a familiar alleyway up ahead, one of the secret Batcave tunnel entrances. As if detecting her recognition, a sudden jolt of pain was issued and her perspective was **** back on track. Her brain was dizzy as electricity and chemicals ran through her neural pathways, targeting and destroying anything triggered by stimuli which ‘Amelia’ should not be aware of. Damian struggled to push past the haze but soon forgot what detail she was clinging onto so badly, this was just a normal generic Gotham street, nothing notable near it. She continued until a taxi pulled up, with the computer pushing her to enter.

“Where to, miss?” asked the NPC cab driver.

“How about out of this stupid simulation?” she huffed in growing anger, both at the current situation and the general parade of humiliation she had been **** through that night all because her father couldn’t program a supercomputer which didn’t break in the most **** way possible. Her body yelped and shivered as a new jolt was applied to her brain.

“Ugh.. I said, let me out! Ack!”

Another jolt was applied to the angering stimuli, the focus of her anger becoming more and more hazy while new chemicals were injected to decrease emotional arousal.

“Gotham University…” she muttered reluctantly, her brain too muddled to think up any plan besides doing what the program obviously wanted. As she mentioned her destination, a new jolt and chemical mixture were fired off, this time causing much more pleasurable sensation and strengthening any synapses associated with ‘Gotham University’. As the taxi rode off, Damian noted that her avatar was now crossing its legs in a feminine manner, at first the posture caused a fresh flush of embarrassment, which was soon washed away by another jolt and chemical mixture creating pleasurable positives to sizzle through her body. She turned her attention to her phone which was now resting in her hand, dozens if not hundreds of computer-generated images of Amelia rolling through her brain. She tried to focus her mind on something, anything, else but could not do anything but allow the images to flash into her subconscious. Each flash of images was paired with a new jolt, images of her old self, the boy wonder and son of… someone vaguely important she was struggling to recall… was starting to blur.

“I’m Damian Wayne…” she whispered to herself, but the assertion was much weaker than intended. A jolt of energy hit her brain, this time much stronger than all those before it, in response to the claim. As her brain spiraled downwards in a vortex of conflicting ideas, she searched for any clue as to her identity or truth.

“Negative. You possess a 0% match for Damian Wayne. You possess a 100% match for Amelia Kelesy-Ives. You are Amelia Kelesy-Ives. You are Amelia Kelesy-Ives. You are Amelia Kelesy-Ives.”

The robotic voice repeated, and repeated, and repeated itself with each new jolt of electricity. Damian shook her head, the name feeling stranger to her mind as she thought of it. She looked down at her reflection on her phone. The face of a young woman with tan, brown skin, black hair with dyed orange highlights, along with some cute freckles and glasses stared back at her. Her might was a mess but with some effort she conjured up a mental image of Damian Wayne and she knew of him. The young son of Billionaire philanthropist and playboy Bruce Wayne, the latter name no longer having any special meaning to her. Other than them both having dark hair, they shared absolutely nothing in common.

“I mean… I am a girl… obviously.”

For some reason she was uncertain about that statement at first, but a final look over herself, her sizable breasts, her voice, her face, in between her legs, her attire, her body in general, all confirmed without a doubt she was female. She wasn’t some rich kid. How did she grow up again?

“Replaying personal biographical section of Profile: Amelia Kelesy-Ives,” came the weird robotic voice before it began listing off what were apparent facts about her. Skepticism was difficult to maintain as her brain continued to be periodically filled with electricity, and the list of facts being repeated and ingrained into her subconscious for the remaining duration of the cab ride.

“I feel… like I’m forgetting something. Something about Damian Wayne?”

She didn’t know why she would be thinking of Bruce Wayne’s son, he’s a bit too young for her plus way out of the league of a scholarship student like herself anyway. Besides, some of the guys on campus were rather cute. She giggled suddenly as a giddy feeling overwhelmed her. The remaining thoughts of Damian Wayne fizzled away at the onslaught of amnesiacs, until the point where even the knowledge she was thinking about the billionaire's son drained from her mind. The VR program, which she barely could distinguish from reality anymore, ended as she found herself in a strange room, bright lights shining directly in her face and preventing her from seeing anything.

“Please state your name.”

Far too dazed to display any fear at the bizarre circumstance she found herself in, she answered the first thing which came to mind.

“My name is Amelia Kelesy-Ives,” she spoke with confidence, a final jolt of electricity firmly dissolving any remaining anxieties while sleeping gas was pumped into the room. A dreamless sleep passed, and hours later Amelia woke up in her dorm room.

“Ugh… what a strange dream… but I can barely remember. Huh.”

She shook her head and thought over the events of last night. She was walking through Gotham, returning from a nightclub, and hopped in a taxi which took her back home. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, perhaps she had too much to drink.

“Ugh, I hope I don’t get my scholarship revoked or some shit. Whatever, I better get cleaned up, my first classes should be starting soon.”

As Amelia cleaned up and got dressed, making a brief note to buy some more clothes from the drift shop since she apparently forgot to bring many to her dorm, she took a moment to check the news.

“Hm, let’s see. Ugh, of course some missing rich white kid is making the headlines, No one would give a single shit if someone like be got caught up in a Joker attack but everyone loses their minds the moment Bruce Wayne’s son breaks his curfew. Spoiled brat, probably just out partying with daddy’s money.”

Amelia rolled her eyes at the overexaggerated plight of Gotham’s elites as she finished her preparations. Heading out to face her life as a normal student at Gotham University.

Batman never was able to find out what happened to his son. The files and surveillance of the Batcave from the night of the break-in were mysteriously deleted. The Batcomputer claimed Damian never set foot in the Batcave that night. Speculating that one of his many rogues **** and likely murdered his son, he became more and more aggressive as the search for his son grew increasingly more fruitless. Racked with guilt over losing a second Robin, he distanced himself from the rest of the Bat Family and even Alfred. Them being a part of his mission only put him in danger and he didn't want another **** on his conscience. He buried Damian despite never recovering a body.

Meanwhile, the mysterious prodigy known as Amelia Kelesy-Ives seemingly popped out of thin air mid-semester with a full-ride scholarship. She made dozens of friends thanks to her looks, excellent grades, and extra curricular activities. She eventually graduated with a bachelors degree in fashion design.