Damian became an amalgam of Poison Ivy and Catwoman

"This is ridiculous!"

First she got turned into a replica of Poison Ivy of all people then the stupid Batcomputer wants to cram her in a Catwoman costume? Batman needed to completely reprogram his beloved computer when this situation gets all sorted out. If this situation gets sorted out. She swallowed hard. As dumb as she looked possessing the body of one of Gotham's most notorious criminals cosplaying another one of said criminals, she doubted her father would believe her. It was going to take some serious convincing to get him to believe his meticulously coded AI algorithm could make such a colossal mistake. Why was it even capable of altering someone's physical appearance? Maybe some background utility her father created in case he needed a disguise? She'd never seen him use it even if that was the case.

Regardless, she grew restless waiting for her father. She banged on the glass once again but this time with as much **** as her adult woman body could muster. The Batcomputer retaliated once more by flooding the room with gas. She coughed on it, unafraid of the side effects. What, was it going to make her more Poison Ivy than she already was? She rolled her eyes.

"Quit it! That's not gonna do anything!"

Damian shouted.

"Miss Isl-zZzzzzt-Kyle, please behave yourself or I will have to resort to more **** methods of pacification."

"Wait, what did you just call me...?"

"Miss Isley-Kyle."

"That can't be right. Didn't you just think I was Poison Ivy a second ago..?"

"No. You are Pamelina Isley-Kyle, aka Cat-Ivy."

"That's... a really stupid name. Are you just calling me that cuz I'm wearing this catsuit?"

Damian annoyedly tugged at the latex material of her jumpsuit.

"Negative."

Damian looked in the glass and saw her reflection once more.

Before her very eyes, her red hair darkened to a maroon shade, shortening to her shoulder length. Her green skin started to look more and more like human flesh, though it stopped at a very tan tone. Her irises became a bright hazel. She felt queasy as her body began to shift once more. Muscle and fat spilled into her hips and thighs, causing the already tight jumpsuit to feel like a second skin. Her abs hardened to be solid, her breasts bubbling outward against the constrictive suit until the zipper popped off and ricocheted around the cell like a stray bullet.

"What the hell is happening to me?!"

Damian heard her voice change. She sounded... breathier...? She grabbed her breasts, applying pressure in hopes of stalling their growth. Her efforts were fruitless, her body having already completed its adjustment. Seeing her reflection again, there stood a very confused looking woman she'd never seen before. Her facial features were a cross between Ivy's and Selina's, though she also reminded her of her own mother for some reason. The suit she wore struggled to contain her newfound curves. God, what was this thing made of?

"Miss Isley-Kyle, I do not understand. Nothing has happened to you. You are a known criminal and were apprehended for breaking into the Batcave."

'"That's not my fucking name! And that's not what happened! I'm not... whoever this is..." she gestured to her bountiful bust.

"I am DAMIAN WAYNE."

"My scanners indicate you are female, which Damian Wayne is not. Once Batman returns we will evaluate your psychological state. You appear to be mentally unhinged."

"When will Batman be back?!"

"He will most likely not return until morning. Here is some calming music to help pass the time."

The Batcomputer had the nerve to play some godforsaken elevator music in Damian's cell. Did her father program this thing to be sarcastic or just an asshole? Or did it really think the music was helping? Damian wasn't particularly religious but she thought this was the closest to literal Hell she'd ever encountered.