Search for Batman while using Jinx’s mannerism/persona to blend in.

Perhaps the unfamiliar body was making Damian a bit ‘stir crazy’ as some might put it, but the transformed boy wonder could hardly bear remaining in the Batcave waiting patiently for her father to return while looking like Harley Quinn with bright blue hair and somehow even less clothing. The sooner she tracked down Batman, the sooner she could get this whole thing sorted out and fixed.

She carefully read through the character description and list of quotes attributed by the game to Jinx, committing them to memory in case she needed to actually interact with anyone. But ideally she would blend in well enough that she will find father without incident.

After a while, Damian walked over to the vehicle storage area and grabbed a generic unmarked motorcycle. It was unlikely anyone would notice or even care if it was missing, as this was just one of a few scattered spares which could be stripped for parts or used in an emergency if needed.

The Batcave allowed her to exit without complaint, perhaps not recognizing her as Robin meant it had no reason to restrict her departure. It took until she had entered the secluded streets beyond the outer bounds of Wayne Manor to notice her lack of helmet, perhaps she should-

~Safety is boring!~ ~This is fun!~ ~Giggle Jinx~ ~Who needs helmets?~ ~Skip through town…~ ~...and blow it up!~ ~Hahahaha!~ ~Skipping through town without a care in the world!~

Her line of thought was cut off by a sudden dizziness accompanied by a wave of buzzing in the back of her head. Perhaps this body didn’t have the same tolerance for zooming through the streets at such a high speed as her normal one did. Whatever, she didn’t have time to head back, she wanted to get this whole nonsense resolved as soon as she could.

Damian knew Gotham’s layout well-enough that even without any built-in GPS system, it was simple enough of a task to drive the bike through the bustling city-streets towards the impoverished neighborhood known as the Hill.

She came to a sudden screeching halt as she pulled up beside a smashed pawn shop, the words ‘This is Joker's turf now!!!’ written in neon green graffiti across the exterior sign.

She scowled at the sight, truly it seemed that the reports of the expansion of Joker’s gang into this area were more than mere rumors. With a clenched fist, she once again grew angry to have been locked away in the Batcave while such an event was ongoing; did father not realize how much of a boon her skill would be in halting this? Instead father had insisted Damian ‘prove himself’ on faulty simulations.

“Hey, girlie! Whaddya crying about?”

Damian spun around to find a group of henchmen and goons approaching her, their clown aesthetic being both their identifying feature as part of the Joker’s gang as well as the closet thing they had to uniform.

“Uh…” she trailed off as she struggled for a response to the apparent leader of this party, who eyed her suspiciously. Damn it, she had been so distracted by her annoyance towards father that she neglected her goal of blending in. A henchwoman of the Joker wasn’t supposed to get upset at a sign of his growing control, and it seemed the leader agreed.

“Well? I thought you looked like one of us at first, but it seems like you got a problem with the Joker?”

She tried to form a response, which was becoming harder as the dizzy buzz from earlier returned.

~Giggle, Jinx!~ ~Laugh Jinx!~ ~Show these stupid-heads the real you, durr!~ ~Put ‘em in their place!~ ~Show off that hot bod Jinx!~

Damian suddenly **** a giggle from his mouth, as if that would distract them somehow. At first it was more of a nervous laugh, but suddenly burst out into an almost manic giggle.

“I’m just sad we didn’t get any Bats to fight!” she claimed, hoping that seemed plausible enough. “Ugh! I’m so bored of just smashing up stores and stuff, I wanna…”

~Blow this city to ashes~ ~And see what pow-pow thinks~

“...blow this city to ashes, already!”

~Such pathetic neatness!~ ~But not for long before it gets…~

“Jinxed!” She paused and coughed, the adrenaline which she was using to get through this conversation flickering for a moment before returning full ****. “Uh… I mean, I’m Jinx by the way! Orientation sounded boring so I wanted to go look for any Bats to smash up!”

“Nice to meet ya Jinx. Heh, sounds like you’re more of a man than Boris,” said one of the other goons with a chuckle. “He’s been jumping at anything vaguely Bat-shaped all night.”

The leader, presumably Boris, sounded like he was scowling beneath his mask as he waved his shotgun recklessly at his compatriots. With his attention now off Damian, she took this time to skip over and push herself into the group, trying to adopt a stance similar to those around her to not seem out of place.

“Shut up Dex. You wanna go get beaten all the way to Arkham’s ICU than be my fucking guest. Now let’s head back to base, and hopefully we don’t get any more strays running about. Punchline Is already strung-up enough as is, without having to worry about the new batch of reinforcements scattering all over the Hill.”

She was able to more or less disappear into the crowd as the group moved towards their hideout, only needing to let out a token giggle here and there to not stick out. But this was bad, she had just wanted to use Jinx’s persona to blend in and avoid being hassled… but now she was being dragged right into their headquarters! But after her suspiciousness when meeting this group, it would be too much of a risk to try to make an excuse to leave them now.

Damian reluctantly followed them until they reached a staircase tucked between some old abandoned restaurants. Heading downwards, Boris knocked and gave what sounded like a password; something Damian made sure to memorize as best she could. The guard on the inside of the door soon let them in, and they traveled through a hallway to what appeared to be an old speakeasy from the prohibition era, now refurbished with various Joker-themed decorations.

The tables and chairs had been pushed to the side and replaced with various couches and cushions which many goons now lounged upon, drinking beers or chatting. There were also a number of crates stacked in the corner, likely filled with a more modern kind of illegal contraband compared to what was once stored here in its prime. The walls were also littered with graffiti.

~This place is super fun!~ ~Draw some art on the walls! ~Add your style~ ~Make this place Jinxed!~ ~So much better!~ ~So much fun!~

Damian rubbed her head and stumbled into the room as the dizziness returned once more. This was growing annoying. She took a seat at one of the unused couches to give her a moment to clear her head before she planned an escape.

Fortunately a hush fell across the room before she was **** to socialize with any of this mad-men or women, unfortunately that silence was due to the arrival of none other than Punchline herself.

“Alright boys and girls, we got ourselves established but we still got stuff which needs to be done. First of all, I need volunteers to go patrolling to make sure none of the other gangs try taking back any of the turf we just claimed. And I also need a few more muscles to carry these goods to H.I.V.E…. and if anyone’s interested, I also need an extra pair of hands in my… office.”

She considered the announcement which Punchline just made. Patrol duty sounded like her best bet for finding a way to slip away and get back to tracking down her father… but she struggled to deny that those other two jobs sounded appealing.

Transporting contraband intended to be sold to H.I.V.E could allow her to learn what kinds of dealings Joker has with the organization, and perhaps even foil these dealings through sabotage. Punchline meanwhile sounded like she was essentially asking for a secretary, which gave Damian a very rare opportunity to gain direct observation on the inner workings of Joker’s gang.

Still, she should probably just return to looking for father and reversing this transformation. Any unauthorized missions would likely only result in more severe punishments anywa-

~Rules are meant to be broken, Jinx!~ ~Like buildings… or people!~ ~Break the rules~ ~Don’t listen to Batman!~ ~listen to yourself, durr!~ ~You are Jinx~ ~Giggle~ ~Be crazy~ ~Break the rules!~

There was that buzzing at the back of her mind again, ugh. She slapped her forehead, which somehow triggered a giggly snort to exit her mouth. Which seems to have drawn Punchline’s attention, great.

Damian jumped up from the couch and waved her arms around. She knew Punchline was more dangerous than any of the random goons in this room, so focused even more on replicating Jinx’s mannerism.

She sauntered towards Punchline, hands held behind her back as she tried to appear innocent and not out of place. She kept a slow but steady pace, giving her a final short stint of time to quickly run through her options and decide which one to pick.

~Smile Jinx!~ ~Break the rules, Jinx~ ~Turn this city to ashes, Jinx!~ ~lalalalala~ ~Punchline seems fun!~

While she had intended for it to be a normal walk, something about her subdued speed and the having to maneuver around furniture and goons alike caused a slight but noticeable sway of her hips to develop. She quickened her stride, and yet again **** a grin to her face to conceal her embarrassment.