Jason the Red Hood is now Jenny the Red Mane

Jason’s head stun as he came back to the land of the living.

“Wake up,” Dick’s voice was a whisper, “What’s the status on those alarms?”

“Bypassed and secured. They are only getting what I want them too,” Barbara said from somewhere to the side.

“Come on, lets get you on your feet,” Dick said.

Jason’s vision cleared enough to see Dick in his Nightwing uniform with a large blue bird across his chest. Barbara came over in a black and gold Batgirl suit complete with cowl. The pair lifted Jason and he got to his feet and looked at a mirror right in front of him and screamed.

“Shhhhh!” Dick put his hand over the Jason’s mouth.

In the mirror, Dick put his gloved hand over the mouth of the costumed girl between Nightwing and Batgirl. Jason put his hands up on Dick’s hand, and saw that the woman in the mirror do exactly the same. Jason blinked his left eye and the woman in the mirror did likewise.

“You ok Jenny?” Barbara whispered in Jason’s ear.

Jason looked at Barbara and then looked at her reflection again. She was wearing a black catsuit, corset, with dark red double belts with black drop leg holsters, dark red thigh boots, dark red opera gloves, and a red and black cat cowl with a dark red (almost purple) wig attached. Jason noted that both he and Barbara had seemingly idealized women’s bodies; five foot ten-ish, D-cup chests, hour glass figures, strong toned arms and legs, and pretty faces. Hell, they could have been the models the porn directors hire to play the Amazons in the Justice League Porn parodies.

“Nightwing, get the vents open,” Barbara said before whispering in Jason’s ear, “Jenn, are you ok? Did you get shocked?”

Jason noticed something on the table, a pink and green tiger striped USB drive. Something told him to point at it.

“Ready,” Dick whispered.

“Take her,” Barbara said, “I am going to make sure her stuff is uploaded.”

“How do you know what that is?” Dick half whispered, half shouted.

“I know, because I wrote it for Selina and Jenny,” Barbara said.

“Right, you are an honorary kitty, keep forgetting when you don’t wear your ears and tail,” Dick joked.

In Jason’s mind an image of Barbara is a leather teddy with a tail buttplug flashed in his memories for some reason.

Dick grab his, well her shoulders and helped Jason up into the crawl space. It was a bit tighter of a fit compared to last time, his, well her chest being bigger than his chest had been. Shortly they were back on the roof top and Barbara was soon behind them.

“What now?” Dick asked Jason and Barbara.