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The in-game menu glitched out but Damian saw a loading icon spinning in her peripheral vision. For a second there, she felt relief. She believed she was just going to close this game and wait until her father returned so she could ask him a million and one questions.

When Damian came to in the Batcave, he found everything the same as he left it. He pulled the headset off and hopped out of the sim chair. He checked his body over once again. No breasts, no long red hair. "Echem" he tested his voice. Still sort of high pitched but he was like 12, what do you expect? It donned on Damian how real that game felt, though. His subconscious was suspended in the game so it played sort of like a hyper-realistic dream. He was going to give his father the benefit of the doubt that a program and a machine that advanced was likely to have bugs and kinks that needed to be smoothed out.

That still wasn't an excuse for the situation he was in. Now that he thought of it, his father might find Damian's situation amusing. Alfred certainly would never let him hear the end of it. Maybe he would just leave out the Poison Ivy part of the story.

Damian was heading to the elevator that led up to Wayne Manor when he was halted by a security alert. A red exclamation point appeared on every screen in the cave. Damian frowned. Who would be stupid or psychotic enough to break into the Batcave?

"Alert, hostile presence detected in the Batcave."

The AI announced.

"Computer, who is breaking in?" He drew a batarang from his hoodie and held it defensively.

"The hostile presence has been identified as Poison Ivy."

The screens changed to show the perspective of the cameras on the inside of the cave. Damian appeared on every single one of them along with "Pamela Isley, aka Poison Ivy".

"Miss Isley, please lower your weapon or I will have to resort to ****."

"Wait, no, that's not me! I'm Damian! Damian Wayne? Robin? Computer scan again!"

"Negative. My scans indicate you are in fact Pamela Isley, the botanist turned eco terrorist known as Poison Ivy. Surrender. You will not be directed again."

Damian clutched his fist. Father's program must have messed with the Batcomputer's files. For some reason, it thought he was Poison Ivy like he was in the sim chair.

"Not gonna happen!"

The stubborn young assassin flipped out of the way when a metallic arm sailed towards him. He threw a batarang into the second, detonating it shortly after. He continued to dash and flip out of the way but even he couldn't keep this up forever. The Batcave's security system was one of the most advanced and expensive on the planet. Which was what made any glitch in it at all extremely terrifying.

He made his way over towards the elevator and narrowly made it inside. Only to press the button and receive a verbal "access denied" from the computer. Cornered, each of his limbs were restrained and he was hoisted off of his feet.

"I am not Poison Ivy! Scan me! I am a boy, I'm like half her height, computer, you are malfunctioning!"

"Your attempts to deny your identity are futile."

"Computer, contact Batman!"

"You are an intruder and do not give this system orders. Batman is currently occupied in the city and will be notified of your capture when it is most convenient for him."

"So what are you gonna do with me?"

"You will be restrained until his return."