Punchline

The sound of shattered glass from the physical plane echoed through the digital realm, snapping Barbara's focus back to the real world. She redirected the Oracle-bot's camera eyes toward the source of the disturbance, coming face-to-face with the intruder.

Punchline. The Joker's latest sidekick, a ruthless antagonist known for her psychotic devotion to her mentor. A chill ran through Barbara's digital form. She quickly scanned Punchline's records: highly skilled combatant, proficient in numerous weapon forms, unhinged, and utterly unpredictable.

Barbara used the robot's external speaker to address the intruder. "Punchline," her voice, mechanical and void of any warmth, echoed throughout the room.

Punchline spun around, startled.

"Well now, what do we have here? One of Bat-brain's mechanical playthings?"

"I'm not here to play, Punchline," Barbara replied, taking a step forward. "I suggest you turn around and leave."

The villainess chuckled, the sound echoing harshly against the clocktower walls.

"Or what, tin woman?"

"Or you'll regret it," Barbara threatened, her mechanical voice carrying an edge.

Punchline's eyes narrowed.

"Nah. How about you play nice and give me everything the bat's got on the Joker? I've got a trial to win!"

Before Punchline could react, Barbara fired a tendril from her palm. The device latched around the clown's head.

"What the hell is this?!"

She struggled to pull it off. Babs sighed internally. This was her best, only shot at taking down Oracle. As much as she'd rather not inhabit the body of a woman that slept with the Joker on numerous occasions, she activated the mind transference protocol.

Barbara's consciousness stuttered as she transitioned into a new form. She inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling as the air filled Punchline's lungs. She was no longer a digital entity or an automaton, she was human again. Yet, it was an unfamiliar body she now controlled.

Glancing down, she observed her new outfit. A black minidress hugged her full figure tightly, accentuating every curve of Punchline's hourglass silhouette. Her newfound full breasts and wide hips were a stark contrast to her own athletic build. The dress was minimal, much more revealing than she was accustomed to, and it ended well above her knees. The only thing stopping it from being downright raunchy was the tight purple bodysuit underneath with tears here and there, though they constricted and hugged her notably large bust to a considerable degree.Her legs, elongated by thigh-high boots with absurdly tall heels, felt exposed to the cold air of the clocktower.

She reached up and felt through her hair, her fingers met with silky strands, the jet-black of the tresses broken up by a streak of dark teal in her bangs. The unfamiliar texture and the color were disorienting.

Glancing into a shard of broken glass, she scrutinized her new visage. Her face, painted with clownish makeup, her lips painted a dark color with small lines on the corners of her mouth, a dot on her nose to simulate a clown one, her eyes decorated with black mascara, false eyelashes, and teal eyeshadow. Her skin was pale, the contrast with the makeup making the face paint seem all the more stark. The eyes staring back at her were cold, adorned with heavy black eyeliner that gave an edge of menace.

"Okay, Batgirl," she said aloud, the voice that came out was high-pitched, sultry, and seductive. It was chilling to hear Punchline's voice come from her own lips. She swallowed, trying to get used to the foreign tone.

"I can make this work," she repeated, the determination in her voice faltering only slightly. It was unsettling being in Punchline's body, every aspect of it foreign and disconcerting.

"Oracle, I'm coming for you," she affirmed, pushing off from the ground in the awkwardly high boots, a newfound resolve in her eyes. "And as for you, Punchline, don't get too comfortable in the digital realm. You're not staying there for long."

Meanwhile, Punchline was trapped in a world of binary code, a digital landscape she didn't comprehend or understand. Barbara wasn't worried about her getting out or learning how to control things or access data.