Warehouse on the docks

Batgirl investigated the various informants she had gathered through the years. Informants that had their ear to the streets, and generally knew the comings and goings of crime. Or at least enough to gauge the situation a bit better. For the first time in her life, Batgirl had found absolutely nothing. The Joker was in Arkham. Two Face was hiding somewhere in the slums, but hadn't ordered anything. Even the Penguin seemed content in running the Iceberg Lounge. There was crime to be sure, but there was no master plan in action.

Hours passed, as night continued to go on. While the Batman family used night as their element, tonight it gave no comfort. And then she heard it, a scream. Darting down to where it came from, a woman struggled with a figure. Vaguely human, although bloated in ways a normal human was not. Dressed in a trench coat that covered it's body completely, Barbara Gordon could make out... webbed fingers. Meta Human? The creature turned, and large eyes gazed at her, before giving a slight croak, and darting off. The woman, a pretty young prostitute, had various gouges on her, but was otherwise alright. She slumped to the ground, breathing heavy, looking to be in a daze.

"Are you alright?" Batgirl asked, briefly leaning down, looking to where it had gone.

"Huh?" The blonde whore stated, blinking. "Uh... yes..." There was a drunk giggle, but with superficial wounds, Barbara ignored it, and gave chase. She didn't notice the woman watched the female dark knight leave, fingering herself.

The creature may been humanoid, but it quickly took to the rooftops with large hops. This might have surprised Batgirl, but she had dealt with Metahumans in the past. They had shown some pretty impressive powers, and leaping didn't impress her to much. Following close behind, she was surprised to find it heading to the docks. Ducking into one of the abandoned warehouses, Barbara stopped giving chase. It was hiding in one of the biggest crime areas of the city, and nobody had ever noticed it.

The warehouse was large, long abandoned by whoever had officially owned it. When the crime families took over, few legitimate business owners wanted to risk their warehouse housing **** under their noses. And this one was condemned, yellow tape surrounding it, keeping outsiders out. A few homeless people might have entered, but any thug likely wouldn't be willing to risk a broken limb checking out an old building. Or perhaps they didn't care to. Criminals tended to like to avoid putting their fingers in other crime families pie if it didn't directly effect business, after all. Following the creature, she used the same entrance, and followed it into the dark building.

Inside, it was pitch black, the place abandoned save for lost crates and old equipment that had long since been useless to sea air and technological upgrades. Taking out a flashlight from her utility bag, her eyes strained in the dark. Stepping forward, she winced as the floorboards creaked, and a shape just out of the light quickly moved, darting into a lower level. As she turned to it, it suddenly pointed a webbed finger at her, as a blast of light shot out. Barbara jumped, with the blast skimming her clothes, as the creature darted the way. She had avoided it... at least she thought so.

The Cave Toad known as Glimmer Eyes had been unfortunate. Of all the incursions, his own greeting to this world along with his clan had been quick and merciless. Underneath hundreds of feet of salt water. His clan had all drowned, and when he thought he was about to... well, he had suddenly been able to breath. He had gain powers, namely anatomical control, and strangely clothing control as well. Glimmer Eyes had been stalking the streets of Gotham for a few days, managing to capture a few women here and there, but breeding took time. So for now, he was alone. The beam he shot at Batgirl was specific. It wasn't lethal, whatever gods out there hadn't given him that ability, or perhaps it was just a mental block. No, it was something different, and something bat girl was experiencing now.

Her outfit, normally tight fitting, became even more so. Barbara Gordon's eyes widened as her breasts began to expand outwards, along with her normally athletic ass filling out and threatening to tear her suit. Except, even her suit was changing. The normally one piece, sleek full body suit was turning into a tight top, with a yellow mini skirt forming. Her leggings turned into thigh high boots with stiletto heals, and the golden bat insignia vanished, along with a good portion of the top of her suit, making her now massive breasts be put on display. "What the fuck?" She hissed, glaring upwards at the creature. She got up to follow, but stilleto heels and her massive fun bags caused her to nearly fall. Growling, she broke off the heel and gave pursuit, still having trouble with her ample breasts, which threatened to pop out. Distantly, she swear she could hear a laughing like croak, as she gave pursuit... but her mind was getting a little fuzzy for some reason.