Tim goes undercover as a college student.

It all began with a Jane Doe assumed to have died during a parkour gone wrong. While Gotham’s morgues were sadly no strangers to Jane Doe’s, this case caught his attention. The reported sightings of the victim just before her fall matched a recent trend of suspicious sightings from across the state. So he disguised himself as a med student to get a sample for a cadaver analysis.

The results were… informative. She was a student at Bludhaven College of all places and a member of the Sigma Iota Theta Delta sorority. Further investigation soon revealed many other suspicious incidents tracing back to Bludhaven College.

From mysterious disappearances, to seemingly random theft, to bizarre graffiti, raves fueled by unknown **** with no known supplier and bizarre sorority initiations. So varied, these incidents shared no connection apart from often obscured links to the college. Perhaps the Joker’s work…? But even he had his calling cards, as varied or chaotic as they may be. Dozens of other possibilities floated through Tim’s head as he analyzed the data gathered; cults, terrorists, gang recruitment. All somewhat plausible but he has only been able to gather limited intel from afar.

Eyes on the ground were needed. Busting in and brute forcing his way to the truth would be unwise, not when there were so many unknowns, so the best course of action was undercover work. Preferably someone who could pass as a young female college, as that seemed to be the most recurring demographic of interest. But everyone trustworthy who fit that description he could consider bringing were unavailable for one reason or another, too busy with other missions or holding commitments which would make traveling to Bludhaven for an extended period infeasible.

Which was why he made the decision to borrow one of WayneTech’s newest experimental infiltration equipment. A bodysuit designed to change a person’s shape, apparently made from samples of Plastic Man’s DNA. It was exactly what he needed for this deep cover mission. If whoever was behind these strange occurrences caught onto the fact someone, whether it be the police or a vigilante detective such as himself, was closing in on them then they may pack things up and move onto a new city. He could not risk that. This would allow him to blend in much more easily, crafting an identity which could not be traced back to Tim Drake or Red Robin. The nanobots within would completely make him over… a somewhat foreboding thought, but it was necessary to get to the bottom of this mystery.

In the past he had only needed a basic background for Caroline Hill, but this new mission required a more comprehensive story; she was born in Metropolis to a unremarkable middle class background, began a medical degree with a specialization in trauma medicine, was awarded a brief stint of on-sight training in Gotham before being transferred to Bludhaven College main campus due to the crime-ridden city having no shortage of injured patients and data. He’d listed her home address at an unused apartment safehouse in Metropolis, one rigged to alert him if anyone were to try to snoop around.

“Well… no use putting it off anymore,” he muttered as he booted up the control program, accessible from Caroline’s phone only when a specific code was entered in an otherwise mundane app, for the bodysuit he now wore. With a final confirmation code, it activated.

The nanobots fired up, and the suit got to work in reforming his entire body from head to toes. He felt a sudden crunch run through his skull as it felt like his head was caving in, the suit compressing further and further to match the configurations Tim had programmed into it. A wave of dizziness ran through him as he felt his entire skeleton being turned to mush and reformed into a smaller structure to better fit what would soon be his body.

After a while his new head settled in place and the dizziness passed, allowing him to watch in the mirror as his skin softened, his lips puffed out and high lashes grew several inches. Usually he needed layers of specialized makeup to pass as Caroline, but now his head had turned soft and even somewhat smaller. Light brunette hair poured out from his scalp before stopping a bit below his shoulders, styling itself into one reminiscent of the wig he used as Caroline.

The changes moved down to the rest of his body. His muscles turned slender until reaching the proportions of an untrained med student. Any signs of athletic training disappeared from his rapidly shrunk to give him a more petite figure, excess fat being shuffled and pushed around to fill in his growing chest. Caroline had always worn baggy scrubs and a coat, so only some light stuffing was needed for the illusion of breasts, but here and now her figure was clearly that of a mature young woman.

His hips exploded as ecstasy flooded his brain as the final changes were being done. He groaned as pleasure and pain conflicted while his bones were crushed and reshaped along with his spine and organs. A long moan poured from his mouth as his manhood was pushed inwards by the suit. They bubbled around in mass for several moments before settling down into a form which was slim but still noticeable thighs.

A figure much more curvy and obviously feminine than any past disguise of Tim’s was becoming apparent as his new breast settled on b-cups. His butt formed into a firm yet pillowy shape. Regaling his bearings, he stumbled through the room as his long hairless legs bubbled and finished their growth. His body was now obviously that of a woman, one of relatively average build, but definitely not androgynous.

“That... was… wait… so this is my… ugh… voice now,” he coughed and rubbed his throat, only to help as he accidentally pricked it with his now much longer nails. The voice which came out was far more girlish than any impression he could have given. His vocal cords altered to suit his new body, still tingling as he cleared his throat.

“I know this isn’t the first time I’ve disguised myself as Caroline… but she never felt so… real… until now.”

Before, Caroline had just layers of special cosmetics, padding, a wig and a medical uniform which made any lack of figure unobvious. But now… Tim reminded himself it was just a disguise, like all the other disguises he’d used. This was just a practically realistic one.

“My name is Caroline Hill,” he practiced in the mirror while getting dressed. First the underwear, then the scrubs and lab coat.

His new breasts pushed against his scrubs in a way his fake ones had not, their sensitivity being somewhat disorienting. His thighs almost did not allow for his jeans to fit, something he’d have to keep in mind if he needed to get Caroline any more casual outfits. He stumbled a bit walking, getting used to his new center of gravity and proportions, and the sudden lack of physical fitness and muscles.

“Alright. This is just for a little while. I need to figure out what’s going on in that college… and shut it down.”

He smirked as confidence returned to him, With his mission on his mind he found his way to Bludhaven. Catching a bus to Bludhaven College was thankfully easy, as was entering. The elderly woman at the reception barely cared to confirm Caroline’s story and seemed to not care either way why someone was transferring in at this time of year. Meanwhile the two security guards near the entrance seemed more intrigued by the baseball game on the radio than any new arrivals.

He had made sure to rehearse his story and prepare himself for any questioning by the staff, but it seems that was so far unneeded. An inattentive faculty, the perfect place for some kind of insidious operation to be run without detection. As he thought about his next move, a voice from behind drew his gaze.

“Hiya! My name’s Lizzie!”

Tim spun around to find one of the students had somehow snuck up on him. Had he been so lost in his thoughts and disoriented by the recent transformation that he had not even noticed her footsteps? Any pondering into that line of thought was cut short though when he noticed her shirt; Sigma Iota Theta Delta, the sorority which seemed at the center of his investigation.

“Uh. Hi!” he said, trying to sound friendly.

“I’m Caroline. Caroline Hill, from Metropolis. I just finished this specialist on-site training program over in Gotham, transferred here to do the rest of my degree.”

Lizzie smiled, a large glowing smile which showed off her pearly white teeth which shined almost as bright as her platinum blonde hair. “OMG! I knew you were new, cause I know everyone here and I didn’t know you! Wow!"

It was a testament to Lizzie’s near overwhelming enthusiasm that Tim honestly could not tell if she was being genuine or not. He was also somewhat suspicious by how quickly he'd been confronted by someone from this specific sorority, but then again his research into them has indicated they are aggressive recruiters. He decided to just go with it.

“Thanks… so, you’re with Sigma Delta right? I’ve heard about your sorority, it sounds fun.”

He’d studied its website as closely as he could, but found nothing apart from the standard genetic pledges, activities and statements. Lizzie’s smile seemed to grow even larger at those words however.

“OMG yes! It’s so far! Hey! You should come stop by! If you just transferred in then you must not have a sorority yet… that’s sad. So how ‘bout we made it in-sad and get you in the bestest best sorority in the state!”

Tim had seriously considered the idea of joining beforehand, it was one of the main reasons he had settled on a female disguise for this. But was it really wise to walk right into the Lion’s den? For now he gave a non-committal answer.

“Thanks, again. I’m still getting settled in though, plus I don’t want to impose by joining so late…”

Somehow Lizzie’s smile grew even wider. It was beginning to unnerve Tim.

“Initiations are like so totally fun! So don’t sweat it. I can get it all set up in just a sec! Oh but I guess you have classes and stuff right…” she almost looked sad for a brief moment before perking back up.

“Well be sure to come down to Sigma Delta when you can!”

Tim gave another non-committal response, which Lizzie accepted with a cheerful shrug before skipping off. He took a brief detour from his scouting of the campus to settle into his assigned dorm room, which didn’t take long due to his sparse luggage. The most notable thing he bought was the hidden suitcase compartment where he kept borrowed equipment and costume pieces able to fit his new form, which he should be able to fashion into a full costume in case of an emergency.

Tim took a second to consider his next move.