Return to the Batcave for answers.

Keeping her cool, Bruce clicked a button on her half-falling-off wrist gauntlet.

SCREEEEEEECH!

The Batmobile came thundering around the corner. She hopped inside, the hatch sealing over her. She punched in the coordinates to the Batcave.

"Master Bruce? Is everything alright?"

Alfred's face popped up on the screen.

"Alfred, it appears I made a small miscalculation."

"Miss Kory? But-"

Alfred studied the alien girl over the video feed. Her ill fitting batsuit and embarrassed expression made the old butler put two and two together.

"Master Bruce... How on earth did this happen?! You-You're..."

"It looks like I somehow turned into the alien from the Titans. The drone I sent to harvest meta DNA samples only returned with a full genetic profile for Starfire."

She looked down at herself then back at Alfred. So far, she had managed to keep her wits about her and not panic. Her steel nerves were being tested, though. She could take on Bane without the slightest hint of fear or doubt, but being spontaneously turned into a woman... and a superpowered alien woman at that? It could potentially derail her entire life if she didn't figure out how to change back and fast.

Not to mention the endless teasing and ridicule she'd receive fromthe Bat Family and her fellow Justice Leaguers if word got out about this. Even worse: would the criminals run rampant if they learned Batman was now a curvaceous space princess...? Would they still fear her?

"My word... I'll... I'll prepare you something more fitting to wear upon your return."

Alfred took note of how her old batsuit hung on her now slim frame.

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be there soon."

With that, Batman returned to the Batcave.

Stepping out of the Batmobile, she annoyedly tried walking towards the Batcomputer but her costume kept getting in the way. She grumbled as she casted off her suit piece by piece until she was strutting angrily over in her boxers, which also barely hung on. Her bare breasts rising and falling, Bruce already annoyed at the foreign weights on her chest. She sat at the Batcomputer, immediately beginning her research on what went wrong with her pill and trying to figure out how to reverse the effects.

"Master Bruce..."

Alfred rounded the corner, his eyes widening and mouth agape. He shielded his eyes.

"Can you please... Make yourself decent..?"

Bruce glanced over, seeing Alfred was holding a purple bra and panty set with a black bat pattern.

"Seriously, Alfred? Where'd those even come from?"

"Uh, they belonged to Miss Gordon, sir. She left them behind in her bedroom. I believe they should fit. And you can't just walk around in the buff, madame-I mean-sir. It's just improper."

"Fine..."

Bruce huffed, halting her research to appeal to Alfred's sensibilities. She stood, her boxers falling to the floor and now fully naked.

"H-Here..."

Alfred handed them to her.

"I'll... Give you some privacy."

With that, he fled the uncomfortable situation.

Bruce sighed, slipping into the undergarments that Alfred had provided. The panties were easy enough, slipping up her thighs, though she struggled to pull them over her ass fully. The bra on the other hand took considerably more effort. The fact that it felt a size or two too small didn't help matters.

"There..."

Seeing her reflection in the full body mirror by the costume racks, she huffed. How could this have happened? Alfred was right. Since she had no idea how quickly she could reverse this, she couldn't just lounge around in her underwear. What if she ran into Damian or one of the 300 kids she adopted and turned into vigilantes? Selina certainly would never let her live this down.

Perusing the costume racks, she figured none of her old batsuits would do the trick, nor any of the Nightwing or Robin options. So she found herself over by the Batgirls' costumes. Settling for one of the simpler designs, she selected Barbara's old suit.

She unzipped the back and slid it up her body, the fabric clinging to every curve her new alien form had to offer. The costume leaving little to the imagination as it stuck to her thighs like a second skin, groping the curvature of her ass and breasts. She managed to zip it all the way up, leaving her encased inside. Thankfully, the fabric was made to be both super flexible and durable so she didn't have to worry about it tearing or restricting her range of motion. She put on the gauntlets, boots, cape, and utility belt. Finally, she fed her fiery hair through the back of the cowl and donned it.