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EARTH -66XXXV

11:25pm Gotham Life Building, Gotham City

The shotgun blast rang out over all of the other noise. The wet thud of Batman’s bloody corpse hit the roof like a sack of potatoes sickened the remaining heroes. Superman was down, the Kryptonite dagger still sticking out the side of his throat. Lois Lane, Wonder Woman, Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin were held by the Royal Guard in their alien power armor. King Tut, formerly Professor William McEllroy, laughed manically. He was now ready to push the last button and complete his triumph.

“Oh Lord King, shall we execute these heretics?” one of the guards asked.

“No, when I ascend, I will need concubines to sat my mortal desires and for their defiance, these harlots will be bound as my harem,” Tut chuckled.

The guards kept hold of their prisoners and Tut didn’t waste any more time. He slapped the last button and the ring stared spinning before an explosion of light started with in it and expanded to encompass the ring. A figure formed in the center of the brilliant lights, a woman of silver with gold hair.

“Usurper” the figure muttered before raising her hand.

Tut started screaming as he began to be ripped to shreds from the inside out, exploding into a cloud of red mist. The woman then looked at the guards and their prisoners.

Earth C851ju

Baroness Paula von Gunther stared to laugh, she let go of the boulder. She had done it, with one final blow, Wonder Woman was dead!

“Not even the Gods can stop the domination of the Third Reich!” Paula shouted.

“Excuse me, but the Gods think otherwise,” came a voice from behind the NAZI agent.

“What?” Paula turned around.

It was Wonder Woman, her hair was a slightly different color, but it was her, clean, unbruised, and standing in a ready pose.

“You, nor your evil masters, shall not triumph!” Wonder Woman said before punching the baroness in the face.

Earth C923iu

“Want to hear something funny Bats?” Joker jumped on the table in front of the cage, “The code to disarm Riddler’s bombs is nine, one, one, but the only hope to stop it, is the Commissioner's broken Barbie doll daughter… I don’t think she will ever stand up again with that spinal fracture, well for of our remaining three minutes to live!”

The Joker broke out into maniacal laughter.

Beep, beep, beep, ding. The electronic noises cause the Joker to slowly turn around with a slight quizzical sound.

“Yeah, funny story,” Barbara said standing at the keypad, “What to hear the short version?”

The young woman squeezed the trigger of the taser in her hand and the machine struck the Joker in the chest, sending him to the floor writhing in pain.

Earth FF123M

11:28:59 Gotham City,

He had one second left to live. **** Stroke’s plan had been perfect. Bruce was out of town, Tim and the girls had been dealt with swiftly, Barbara was on her own at the top of the Gotham Life Building, and in the chase Dick had expended all of his grapple guns. Mid-swing and too far from either side, **** Stroke had cut his like with a sniper’s perfect shot. He wondered if he would end up like Boston Brand, a lost soul with unfinished karma. He wondered if **** Stroke would kill Barbara or not? That was stupid, of course he would, there was a few million on her head from every super criminal out there. Would she end up a lost soul too? Would she forgive him for failing her in her time of need? So close, but so far, and Dick swore he could read the manhole cover he was heading towards… Made in 1969, a fun detail to die on…

There was a flash of pure white light.

Dick looked at a woman in front of him, silver skin with gold hair. She held a hand out.

“Be the Hero that world needs.”

The was another flash of pure white light.

Nightwing blinked his vision clear, he was going up, not down! He was clearing the ledge of the Gotham Life Building, there was **** Stroke, aim his PDW at Batgirl! Nightwing knew what to do, there would only be one shot. Nightwing came down and rolled sideways towards **** Stroke’s leg, at the right second, the electrified end of his baton was jammed into the small of **** Stroke’s back causing the masked merc to fall back and spray his magazine harmlessly into the clock face above and behind Barbara. Nightwing was back up and kicked **** Stroke’s Katana into a rain gutter, and then slammed the metal helmet back down on to the ground and jammed the other electrified baton into the left ear of the helmet. It would have killed a lesser man, but it would ensure that the artificial meta human was out for a good long while.

“Nightwing?” Batgirl questioned as she looked at him.

“Yeah, I have no idea what happened, but I think I got a second chance from Deadman’s boss lady,” Nightwing huffed, the adrenaline still pumping.

Batgirl pulled a knife from her utility belt and started cutting the lines that held her. Rolling over a bit from time to time to get free. Once she had freed her arms, she cut her ankles free of the bolos and stood up. Nightwing was still watching **** Stroke for any tricks. Batgirl stood up behind Nightwing and her mouth was open looking at the black and blue clade hero and the downed merc. Nightwing noticed something, Barbara was the same height as him…

“I thought B-man told you no more heeled boots,” Nightwing chuckled, “If that is how metal breath caught you, then he is going to read you the riot act.”

Nightwing looked down quickly at Batgirl’s boots and realized they were the ones that Alfred had made with the special mountain climbing show soles. Nightwing was going to ask but saw that Batgirl clearly wanted to say something.

“Nightwing? Go like this,” Batgirl said cupping her hands under her bra cups and pushing her tits up.

“Ok,” Nightwing smiled and went to do that to Batgirl who slap the grabby hands away.

“No, not to me,” Batgirl said, “You know what, do a Michael Jackson Pose.”

Years of goofing off came back in an instant and Nightwing had one leg forward, one arm back the shoulders and neck hunched and the left hand grabbing for the junk in the pants to lift them up just like in the Billie Jean music video… only…

“Ah, were is my little friend?” Nighwing snapped.

Nightwing started feeling his body up and down, the dawning realization was starting to hit… He was a she!

“What the FUCK!” Nightwing screamed.

“Shhhh!” Batgirl shushed her partner, “Come on, Police are on their way, we need to get off this roof, now!”

Batgirl pulled a grapple gun from the small of her back and put her other arm around Nightwing before shooting the line into the distance and making their way to a safe house…

*

Batgirl and Nightwing stood in front of the vanity mirror of the safehouse apartment in the Clocktower. Batgirl had removed her cape, but was still wearing her uniform and cowl, Nightwing was wearing her blue and black uniform and a black domino mask. They were both about five foot seven inches tall and about 125 pounds of lean gymnasts’ bodies. Nightwing still had the sparkling blue eyes and ebon black hair of Dick Grayson. Nightwing’s face was not that of Dick’s however, it was pretty, heart shaped with pale full lips.

“I got to say,” Barbara blushed a bit, “We make a cute couple…”

“If we were both into girls,” Nightwing added.

It was weird, it wasn’t the lust that Dick often felt for Barbara, but it was very close and very stimulating in a new way for her feminine form. Barbara started removing her cowl and looked at Nightwing before blushing and giggling.

“Stop it,” Barbara said.

“What?” Nightwing asked.

“You look like you want to kiss me,” Barbara said.

“And if I do?” Nightwing asked.

“This is so weird…” Barbara blushed.

The sound of a phone ringing broke the moment.

Barbara picked up the phone and put it on speaker.

“What happened at exactly eleven twenty p.m.?” Batman’s voice came over the secured line.

“That is an oddly specific time,” Barbara said candidly.

“That is the time stamp on the notice from the Paradox Scan protocol,” Batman retorted.

“Yeah ah…” Barbara stammered a bit.

There was the sound of Batman clearing his throat and the sound of feet scuffling out down a metal hallway.

“Look, I got the protected servers showing records for Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, but other servers are changing so that Dick is now Racheal Dixianne Grayson,” Batman said.

It was clear from the tone, this was the cowl off Batman tone, guarded, speaking to his trusted students in the cave.

“Ah, yeah, hi,” Nightwing squeaked, “So we had a run in with **** Stroke, he set up an ambush to kill me.”

“I take it you survived,” Batman said with an almost Alfred Level of dry humor.

“I shouldn’t have, I mean, he got my last grapple gun line mid swing on my way up to the top of the Gotham Life Building,” Nightwing recounted, “Then as I was about to be street pizza, there was a flash of light, some silver and gold woman telling me to be a hero, and then I was shooting up into the sky and landing on Wilson like a ton of bricks.”

“I was reading the initial police report on the arrest of Slade Wilson,” Batman noted.

“Well, I will admit, I was high on adrenaline and it was Ba… Batgirl who first noticed,” Nightwing said.

“You do tend to do that from time to time,” Batman said flatly.

“Wow, so judgmental while not being Judgmental…” Nightwing found herself quipping.

Nightwing could feel the glare throw the special smart phone.

“Batgirl, take Nightwing to the Self-Mutating Training Simulator at the main cave, and test her,” Batman ordered, “Take a car from the garage, there should be multiple closets of clothing for you two in the apartment, including one each from shopping sprees that Selina took you on with my credit cards…”

“Sooo…” Batgirl started.

“Be aware that you may find some interesting outfits. The altered logs noted how much Alfred was ‘disappointed in the choices’ that Selina encouraged you two to make,” Batman noted, “Seems she regards you as her kittens as well.”

“What about Robin, Spoiler and Black Bat?” Batgirl asked.

“They are fine, doing the round up patrols,” Batman said, “They won’t fall for **** Strokes tricks again… well at least not the same ones he used this time.”

*

Barbara and Dixie… It was hard to use to thinking of herself as Dixie, went to the massive walkin closets off the master bedroom. It was clear that just like Dick and Barbara, Dixie and Barbara were a couple too. There was a clear picture of them as a couple kissing for a prom photo. But it was more interesting than that, there was a picture of half-naked Barbara, Donna Troy and Dixie making out together as a threesome, another of Kori in between Barbara and Dixie with strap-on dildos, and one of Barbara and Dixie in rubber minidresses with Connor Kent tied up with synthetic gold kryptonite nipple clamps and a blind fold.

“I guess Selina would be proud how we ended up kinky bitches,” Barbara noted opening up one of the sub-closets and found bondage equipment.

“Looks like we are seriously into rubber too,” Dixie heard her feminine voice as she pulled a latex playsuit off a rack.

“I can imagine, on the plus side, no need to get undressed for sex in that number,” Barbara blushed at the openings for the tits and crotch.

“I am guessing we are big butt sluts too,” Dixie noticed the rack of butt plugs above Barbara’s head.

“Yeah, color coded too,” Barbara said blushing at the rather large gold one labeled ‘Barb’s Adonis.’

“Let’s get into some normal clothing… if we can find any,” Dixie said.

The pair kept looking and found smaller closets of party outfits, gym outfits and other interesting outfits before finding regular outfits. Jeans, tee-shirt, dresses, skirts, blouses, leggings… Dixie picked out a pair of leather pants, a T-shirt, a leather jacket and doc martens, while Barbara picked out a pair of leather jeans, sneakers, a tank top and a hoodie.