She wished she could sleep in her own bed instead of Selina’s couch

Even in her drowsy state, Damian’s general resentment and annoyance at the situation found its way into her thoughts. This was all Selina’s fault, dragging her into robbing a museum with a cursed amulet thing, the least she could’ve done was give her someplace more comfortable to rest than her couch. Or better yet, not have dragged her out in the first place so that Damian would have slept in her own bed back at Wayne Manor.

The amulet, still nestled around her neck, glowed again as her final conscious thoughts before drifting to sleep were being twisted to help shape the new reality the curse was forming. The magic of Heka pulsed through Selina’s apartment, its layout and design shifting around to make room for a second permanent resident. First what was once a guest room expanded to a more livable size, with a small bathroom becoming attached to it.

The bed itself morphed from generic white sheets to silky black fabric along with a pile of cushions which assured Damian was far too comfortable to awake after his body was teleported onto the newly refurbished bed. The alterations spread to the rest of the room, the now large closet being packed to the brim with clothing fitting a teenage girl with punk or gothic leanings when it came to style. A vanity table appears on the opposite end, packed with all the makeup and beauty products one would ever need.

Damian’s newly made ‘Alley-Kitten’ costume dissolved into nothingness as it was replaced by cat-themed pajamas, the crime get-up meanwhile reappearing into a hidden section of the apartment next to where Selina kept her Catwoman gear. Damian snored soundly as the soft fabric tingled against her skin, the sensation sending her into an even deeper and more peaceful slumber while the magic continued to do its work. A few final finishing touches were put into place, posters on the walls, I.D cards and a phone on the shelves next to a purse, and a row of books both fiction and high school prescribed. Finally, the amulet itself zapped itself away from Damian’s neck and into the heart of the vanity table’s jewelry box. Morning eventually came and the feeling of light shining in through the curtains slowly awoke Damian from her sleep.

“Ugh… five more minutes, mom…” she muttered absentmindedly, before blinking at the oddness of her words. Shaking off her confusion, she rose from the bed, now wondering how she got there in the first place.

“Mo- Selina must’ve moved me to her guest room or something… strange how well furnished it is though,” referring to Selina by her name felt odd in her throat, but she pushed such feelings aside as she went through a morning routine of brushing her hair and teeth, and washing her face, still too tired to shake off this auto-pilot. Throwing off the pajamas, not even taking a moment to consider how she got them on, she took a look at the closet.

“So many skirts and heels… does Sel- does she not have anything less girly?”

Eventually she settled on some partially ripped jeans, a gray singlet covered by a leather jacket, and some boots with only small heels on them compared to the other options. The outfit fit surprisingly perfectly and felt almost like a second skin. Hopefully this was all unisex enough to save Damian any additional embarrassment.

As she looked around the room, she noticed a phone sitting on a shelf and found herself reaching to grab it before thinking. Somehow already unlocked, she scrolled through to find it belonged to Tabitha Kyle. There was a gallery of selfies and other photos taken by Tabby going back months, along with a list of contacts and apps. As she continued to search the phone, her concern growing at how far-reaching the curse is, she unconsciously sat down and crossed her legs.

“Is this because of that cursed amulet…?”

She still remembered she was Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne, but she could no longer say it aloud. She at least hoped that meant this curse’s effects were limited to more superficial details and left her mind alone. Her mind snapped back to reality as she realized while she was lost in thought, her body returned to autopilot and applied a noticeable but tasteful layer of makeup to her face and fingers.

“Damn it, I can’t lose focus or…”

“Tabitha, hon? Are you awake?”

“Yes, almost ready mom!”

Selina’s focus caused a wave of fog to **** Damian’s mind as she hopped up from her seat and sauntered out into the living room to find Catwoman now in civilian casuals. Whatever, at least now that they’re both awake that means they can both get to work on figuring out how that amulet changed her and how to turn her back. Maybe contact Zatanna? Hopefully not her father, she would very much like to avoid directly confronting him about this situation if possible.

“Wait, where is the amulet?” exclaimed Damian in a sudden panic as she noticed it was no longer around her neck. Her scream attracted the attention of Selina.

“Huh? Which amulet?” asked Selina, her own brain also in a fog as she went through the motions of preparing a breakfast for two.

“The one we stole last night, that cursed me into looking like this!”