Barbara Gordon

"Barbara?"

Damian turned to see none other than Barbara Gordon standing there. She caught sight of the effeminately dressed boy wonder as soon as she entered the cave. She was wearing a light purple hoodie and jeans with her glasses on and her hair in a ponytail. By the look on her face, she hadn't expected to encounter her doppleganger.

"Oh my God, is that you, Damian?"

The redhead laughed.

"You-you look great."

"This isn't funny, Barbara. Tell the damn thing to get this crap off me!"

Damian continued to fidget with the costume. The damn thing was unbearably tight and showed off his artificial curves nicely. Barbara only chuckled harder, grabbing her sides.

"Jesus, you even sound like me."

Barbara shook her head, grinning widely. She approached Damian, poking his fake bust and ass, giggling hysterically.

"Hey! Stop it!"

"What? You're the one that wanted to borrow my costume without asking. I'm just checking to see if it got my proportions right."

Damian blushed as Babs continued to inspect him.

"Is this your real hair..?"

She tugged on the red extensions attached to the mask.

"Ow! No, but it feels like it!"

Damian winced.

"This is pretty crazy. I've never tried using this thing to put on any costume other than my own before. I never knew it was capable of doing... this."

She gestured to Damian's girlish figure.

"You look like me, I mean you even sound like me."

"Thanks for rubbing it in. Now can you help me get this shit off?"

Damian swore in his borrowed feminine tone.

"No can do, kid. Last I used that thing I was worried about getting unmasked so I had the suit sealed. Looks like you're stuck that way at least for tonight."

Damian's face only reddened more. That was what he was afraid to hear. She repeated the answer the computer gave him when he asked to get out of the suit.

"What do I do now, then? What if father finds out..."

"What if 'Father' finds out what?"

Babs raised a brow, placing a hand on her hip.

"Well?"

"Father... told me to stay behind tonight and practice on the simulations since he has deemed I am too violent with criminals..."

Damian had nothing to gain from lying to her. She was already in deep enough trouble already. Funny how a lethally trained kid was still a kid at the end of the day.

"Uh huh, so you went behind his back and tried to pick a suit that wasn't locked, is that it?"

"Y-yes, that's correct..."

Damian waited for a scolding that never came. Babs just stood there and thought for a moment. A sly grin crossed her lips when she came up with an idea.

"I'll tell you what. I won't tell Bruce about you going behind his back."

Damian felt instantly relieved. There had to be a catch.

"But... you're going out tonight. Not as Robin but as Batgirl."

There it was.

"B-but-"

"You chose my costume without my permission. You went behind your dad's back. I'm doing you a huge favor right now, so I don't want to hear any moaning."

She went on.

"I'll get into the simulation's files and make it look like you scored a "non-lethal perfect" in all the combat sims. In return you get to be Batgirl just for one night. And you'd better not make me look bad."

"Batgirl...? Me...?"

"Come on, it's not that bad! Batgirl is a badass, ask literally anybody! People think Batgirl is way tougher than Robin anyway."

"What? They do?!"

"Yeah. What happened to that drive that made you so **** to prove yourself to your dad that you were willing to use that costume machine over there? You selected Batgirl so you could run around at night unsupervised. As far as I'm concerned, you got your wish."

"But... what if something happens...?"

"You didn't seem to care about that earlier, Little Miss 'I'm going to sneak out alone.' But don't worry, I'll keep tabs on you from the clocktower."

Damian was put in quite the predicament. He could stay behind and face his father's wrath for not listening to him or he could venture out into the night dressed as Batgirl of all people. Anyone figuring out his identity was a long shot since the wardrobe machine did a pretty amazing job making him look unrecognizable. He had to give it that much even in spite of the fact it made him look like a girl.

"So what are you waiting for?"