Investigate Zatanna's disappearance

Red Hood was out in the streets again. The gun toting vigilante was pursuing a lead on Zatanna's disappearance. He tracked down her last known location where her distress signal was triggered before she went dark. Oddly enough, the source was emanating from an old theater building.

“Batman, I’m gonna go check out that signal.”

Jason relayed over the comms channel.

“Master Bruce is currently busy dealing with the Riddler, but your whereabouts have been duly noted, sir. Please do be careful. There is a high likelihood that you could be walking into a trap.”

Alfred answered in Bruce’s stead.

“I figured as much. Thanks, Al. I’ll let you know what I find.”

Jason checked his ammo on his twin pistols and cocked them both. He was only using rubber bullets so Bruce wouldn’t get his utility belt in a twist. Frankly, he was lucky Batman let him use firearms at all. Part of him wondered if he only allowed it because he was fearful of losing Jason a second time. Anything to give the ex-boy wonder an edge in combat.

Jason grappled onto the rooftop of the old theater building. He entered through a fire escape. If this was a trap, which it most likely was, the front door was a no go. He kept his pistols drawn as he descended into the building. He checked his corners just like Bruce had taught him and moved down into the lobby area. He aimed around, keeping his guard up. His mask illuminating the darkness with a night vision setting.

The theater area was in disrepair, about as bad you’d expect it to be. The curtains were torn, the seats disheveled and missing cushions, the carpet stained, the floorboards on the stage cracked in places.

“What a shit hole…”

Jason took out his communicator just to double check that this wasn’t a glitch or something.

“Hey! Is anyone here?”

Red Hood called out but he was met with silence. Figures. According to his device, the signal was coming from the stage. He climbed up and followed it all the way to a stool. There was no sign of any electronics that could be giving off a distress signal. Maybe it really was just radio interference or something?

“A wand..?”

Jason raised a brow at his findings. He picked it up, examining it further. His helmet analyzed the trinket, highlighting the fingerprints and running them through the GCPD’s criminal database. There were no matches, unsurprisingly, so he ran them again—this time through the Justice League’s member database. Low and behold, the prints belonged to none other than Zatanna Zatara.

Why was her wand there? Maybe she did a show at that theater before it got condemned and what he was holding was just a stage prop? He scanned around with his communicator again and noticed the signal grew stronger the closer he aimed it at the wand. Whatever it was, it was making his equipment go nuts. Curiously, he waved the wand around a little just to see if it would do anything.

Suddenly, his helmet notified him of the strange magical readings now coming from the implement.

Before he could react, his helmet vanished entirely.

“What the fuck?!”

Jason looked behind him and on the floor. He hadn’t heard it hit the ground. Did he just make his helmet disappear? Did that make him a wizard?

Suddenly, the blinding stage lights came on. Jason shielded his eyes.

“Who’s there?!”

There had to be somebody toying with him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The theater looked pristine now. With working stage lights and new looking curtains, carpet, and seating. Even the stage where he was standing had fully in tact floorboards. Was that magic?

A sharp pain shot into Jason’s sides. He clutched his stomach, unable to make heads or tails of what was going on. His waist cinched inward violently, causing his ribs to crack and shift. His frame grew smaller by the second, his torso changing shape entirely. His shoulders became less broad and muscular, shrinking to be slimmer and more effeminate. The same could be said for his biceps and forearms. Even his gloves started to feel too big as his hands became smaller and daintier.

His white streak faded as his hair darkened and now hung in his face. It only grew longer, reaching just passed his shoulders. He grabbed a few strands of it with his hand in the oversized glove. Where did all this come from? His hair was never that long before. Worry and panic began to set in. The magic from the wand was changing him somehow just like it had altered the rundown theater to look brand new.

But changing him into what?

Jason plucked the glove off of his hand, noticing how it didn’t fit anymore, and saw his perfect skin. His fingernails were flawlessly manicured and painted white. The soft, slender palm didn’t at all match the rest of his masculine body.

It looked just like… a girl’s hand..? He dropped the wand. Frantically, he ripped the other glove off and saw the same result. He tore his jacket off and saw his arms had too gotten thinner. His chest lacked its bulk and his waist wasn’t straight anymore, it had a curve inward.

What the hell did that thing do to him? Whatever it was, surely he could revert it. Adamantly, he bent down and picked it back up.

“Change me back..?”

He waved the wand through the air and felt an additional sensation, this time in his feet. His shoes were no longer well fitted combat boots, they felt oddly spacious. Had they grown somehow? It didn’t look like it. No, his feet had gotten smaller! The feeling ran up his shins and thighs, thickening drastically as they became smooth and hairless. His jeans were strained by his new thighs and his expanding hips and rear only added to the mass. He lost a few inches in height as a result of his legs changing. His manhood strained against the soft fabric but it refused to tear, forcing his member down painfully as it continued to tighten.

"Son of a fucking-GAH!"

In one fell swoop, Jason's genitals shot back up inside his body without remorse. The costume rested snugly against her now flat crotch. She tentatively reached down, her manicured nail poking at her slit. She jumped from the foreign feeling. This was for real.

Her shoes shrank down to fit her feet once again, the fabric of her cargo pants grew softer but maintained their grip on her legs. Her pants turned into mesh fishnets while the heels on her shoes sprouted spikes and elongated greatly. The warm sensation that was running under her skin permeated in her fledgling member as her boxers too fully blackened all the while becoming a stretchy nylon material, reaching up and connecting to what remained of her body armor. The Red Hood bat symbol faded as the rest of her vest whitened and transformed. It now clung to the newly formed curvature of his abdomen.

Her body wasn’t done, though. New lumps formed on her chest and ballooned outward. The repurposed tissue from his formerly muscular pecs turning into fat and reshaping into lovely globes. By now, it was painfully obvious what was happening to her but she was powerless to stop it. She was fully becoming a woman. She couldn’t help but grope her newly formed assets with fear.

Out of her entire crime fighting career, she’d never experienced anything quite on the level of her body being altered by magic. Oh wait. Lazarus Pit. No, that was different. The Pit brought her back to life, sure, but it didn't give her tits.

What was left of Jason’s jeans had transformed completely, her costume unrecognizable as her own at that point. Her waist was remarkably thin, belling out into his now voluptuous ass and thighs encased in fishnets. Her hair spilled out, darkening and tickling his bare mid-back. The bra cups of the leotard he now sported held his budding breasts comfortably.

"Stop this shit!"

No way was he just going to stand there idly by while this weird magic made him a chick! Jason waved the wand frantically, pointing it at himself but he only seemed to accelerate the changes. His breasts reached their pique, settling at a firm DD cup. Her facial features altered, her nose shrinking as her jawline became less angular and more soft and defined. Her eyes went from an ocean blue to a brighter cyan shade as mascara and heavy eyeshadow appeared on her eyes.

Suddenly, she was blinded.

Lights? She raised her hand instinctively to shield her eyes.

The roar from a crowd erupted. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed the previously decrepit chairs and tables were now in pristine condition. Well dressed men and women watched from their seats, servers catering the event. Everything was brand new, not at all like the ramshackle abandoned building she first entered. From the pristine floorboards to the clean walls and curtain behind her. Where did all these people come from? Was she in the same building? Why were they cheering?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the now presenting the Mistress of Magic herself! Zatanna Zatara!"

An announcer boomed. The crowd clapped. Mistress of Magic? Did that wand make her Zatanna?!

"Uh..."

Jason stood there dumbfounded in front of dozens of prying eyes waiting for a magic show.