Lois gets some fresh air.

Stepping out into the day light and tossing her hair, Lois Lane breathed in and smiled. She felt incredible, like she had the energy to do just about anything now. Making her way down the street, the reporter found herself darting and walking rather quickly. She wasn’t in a hurry, far from it but she just felt so energetic today. Looking down at the simple jewel necklace, she wondered if it had anything to do with it, smiling at the prospect, she shook her head and told herself not to worry.

“HEY! Stop that guy!” Called out a woman ahead of her where a purse snatcher had grabbed a woman’s belongings and ran as fast as he could to get away. Seeing the gruff looking man charge his way towards her, Lois frowned and made to grab his arm with her hand. To everyone’s surprise, the man was pulled back off his feet and slammed into the ground with enough **** it sounded like he broke a couple bones! Groaning on the ground, the man looked up stunned, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Lois plucking the purse out of his grip and walking over to the stunned owner who nodded in thanks in having her belongings returned.

“There you go.”

“Thanks… Wow, you must work out, like a lot!”

Rolling her eyes and scoffing Lois made to protest that when she found her reflection in the window and nearly gasped. She looked so… Athletic, her legs were long and toned, showing definition as she slowly turned and found that instead of being slim her legs were now chorded with lean muscle, as well as her behind which caused the hem of her skirt to pop a sticking or two to make room for her firm apple bottom. Her waist was narrow and obscured by her blouse and jacket, but she could tell she now possessed strong abdominal muscles underneath and her chest was larger, with the top two buttons undone to give her chest room to breath. Her shoulders were slightly broader, and her arms seemed more defined as well, skin-tight against her arms that she worried if she flexed she might ruin her clothes. She looked like she had worked out almost every day of her life and was rewarded with a body best seen on an amazon then a news reporter.

“Wow…”

“Uhm… Yeah… I’ll just leave you to… Whatever you were doing.” Commented the grateful woman, still clutching her purse as she made her way down the street, passing the bruised thief, she kicked him in the thigh and kept going.

*

Sitting in her wheelchair and looking up at three different computer screens at once, Barbara Gordon yawned into her mouth and blinked her eyes slowly, tired and bored. She had been going over some old case work and security footage across Gotham and had been doing so for the better part of six hours. Still wearing the jewelled necklace from Batman, Oracle rubbed her thumb over the gem, admiring its lustre, despite not recognising what type of gem it was.

Looking around, she found it funny how working in a clock tower she had almost NO idea what time it was during the day. “I need to get out more, stretch my arms and get some sun every now and then, these days are starting to run together…”

Looking over to the small kitchen nook at the far side of the work space, Barbara yawned again and picked herself up out of the chair, slowly dragging herself by her feet to walk towards the counter and pour herself a new mug of coffee, shaking her red hair loose while pouring in some sugar and cream.

Turning to return to her desk, the woman paused as she found herself looking down at the empty wheelchair at the workstation… Then back down to her functioning legs, wiggling her toes in her slippers to see if she could feel them. She could.

“This… This is…” Taking a deep sip of her coffee and going wild eyed in surprise, Oracle put her mug down and gracefully walked over to the center of the floor. Spinning in place and letting her red hair fly, the woman skipped and twirled, practically dancing on the spot as she found her legs fully functional again. “This is AMAZING! I can walk again, DANCE again! But how?”

Looking down at the necklace around her neck, Barbara smirked. It seemed so ridiculous but what other explanation was there? Rubbing her thumb against the jewel again, her smile widened and she returned to her station, whistling a tune as she grabbed the stirrups of her wheelchair and pushed it out of the way, standing with a pose as she read the screens at her desk with renewed energy.