Jason Todd

Jason cleared her mind, focusing on reverting back to normal. She imagined her original body, astonishment in her eyes as her fur receded back into her skin. Her hair shortened, darkening back to its original shade of raven black. Her feline features vanished as revolting cracks rippled throughout her form. Her chest and torso expanded, mass pumping into her muscles as her breasts deteriorated into pecs. Muscle tissue surged through her arms while her facial features became masculine again. Her genitals switched back to what they were originally, his voice lowering in pitch as his Adam's Apple emerged.

In seconds, Cheetah's doppleganger reverted back to his male self. The villainess watched in shock, her face contorted with revulsion.

"You're... you're a man!?"

Cheetah broke the distance between herself and Jason. She pinned him to the ground once more, claws poised for his throat.

"Why are you a man?!"

"Because I was born as one..?"

Jason stared. He thought for a moment about how he'd escape her pin. Despite not having anywhere near as much muscle on her body, she somehow was able to restrain him. She had superpowers. He didn't.

Red Hood glanced down at his utility belt as he formulated a plan.

"Only a virgin woman is meant to obtain this power. Certainly not a man!"

"I don't know, okay? I'm just glad I'm back to normal. Can you get off me, now?"

Jason usually wouldn't have been so cordial. He would have ordered her to release him or else he'd turn her into a Cheetah skin pelt.

"That outfit you're wearing... are you some kind of vigilante?"

Cheetah noticed Jason returned to his normal form before he acquired the Q-Dial, meaning his Red Hood costume returned with the absence of his helmet. Thankfully, he wore a black domino mask underneath just in case he needed to take the helmet off for whatever reason.

"Yeah, you could say that."

Jason played along, waiting for just the right moment. His index finger traced the pin on one of his smoke grenades.

"Hmmm...."

Cheetah traced her claw down to the red bat symbol on his chest.

"You work for The Batman, don't you...?"

"Work for him? Lady, I don't work for anyone!"

TINK! WOOOOOOOSH!

Smoke filled Cheetah's lungs. Jason caught her off guard, grabbing her by her waist and bucking his hips to send her flying. He reflexively shot his grapple hook, zipping away just like his mentor taught him.