Catwoman's costume

The Batcomputer brought forth an article of clothing that Damian instantly recognized. The sleek, shiny catsuit undeniably belonged to her father's favorite love interest. It came with a cowl with cat ears, goggles shaped like cat eyes, and a pair of matching high heeled boots that looked like they ran all the way up to the thigh.

"No way am I wearing that!"

Damian stomped her foot defiantly. She'd had enough of all of this crap and just wanted her father to get home already. Even her stoic, nearly emotionless dad would laugh at her and mock her endlessly but at that point she didn't care anymore. Humiliation aside, it didn't even make sense. Why Selina's costume?

"Let me out of here!" she pounded on the glass of her cell.

"Very well," the Batcomputer simply ignored her demand and undressed her fully. Damian frowned as her hoodie was forcefully yanked over her head letting her newly grown breasts swing free. Her dark green nipples stiffened immediately upon exposure to the cold air. She instinctively tried to contain her boobs and maintain her modesty with her arm over her chest. Her pants and boxers were yanked off of her legs revealing her supple round ass. The arms hoisted her up by her shoulders and lowered her into the catsuit, moving her arm out of the way and placing her bust inside the costume creating a deep cleavage. She was dropped into the high heeled boots and released by the arms at the same time, causing her to stumble and catch herself on the glass. The arms pulled her cat cowl over her head and even applied Selina's cosmetics. Why a girl needed to put on makeup to go rob people was beyond her.

There she got a good luck at her reflection. She shakily placed her hand against the glass and made a horrified face when Poison Ivy crammed into Catwoman's costume looking back at her matched her movements. There was no trace of Damian left, just a confused looking Pamela that looked like her dry cleaning got mixed up with everyone's favorite cat burglar.

"Why am I dressed like Catwoman?"

"The only clothing available to accommodate your measurements belongs to Catwoman."

Damian sighed. Selina must have left one of her outfits behind after her and her father... ew. She didn't want to think about that.

Damian glanced around her cell, debating on what she should do. Escape sounded wonderful but ultimately impossible. The cell she was in was designed to keep Poison Ivy in and without access to plantlife, she couldn't use her powers to free herself. That is, if she even actually inherited her powers at all. Whatever the computer dosed her with might have just altered her appearance and that was it. It was a thrilling but also scary thought. If she did have Ivy's powers, then that would be awesome in its own right but it would also mean her DNA was rewritten on a more molecular level. It would be much harder to undo, akin to trying to remove paint from a once blank canvas.