Terra (Atlee)

The light dimmed. The dial gone. Jason frowned. What the hell was that all about?

"Brother Eye, what just-"

Jason's eyes shot open. He grabbed his throat. What was wrong with his voice? He touched his cheek with his now bare hand. Where was his helmet? He wasn't even wearing his domino mask! He noticed his hands were adorned with white fingerless gloves, his arms covered by the long sleeves of a costume he didn't recognize. He tried to move the dark hair that kept falling in front of his eyes. He'd never let his hair get that long before. And why were his fingernails a red shade and... manicured...?

"Eye? Eye!"

The more he heard his own voice, the more he had to face the fact that he wasn't quite himself. Looking down, he gasped. Two orbs of flesh rested on his chest, creating a deep cleavage which was barely contained by his black and white jumpsuit. He wrapped his hands around them, squeezing them and moving them around. To his horror, they were all too real. He felt every last movement and touch. The newfound sensitivity of his breasts sent signals to his brain he didn't understand.

"Am I a.... chick?"

Saying it out loud only made it that much worse. Her curvaceous hips and ass hung out of the outfit. Her smooth, clean shaven legs exposed. She saw her reflection in a nearby window and her jaw dropped.

Jason didn't recognize the woman but she was beautiful.

Her eyes were a smoky black, her lips painted with gloss. With her body, she could have just as easily been a supermodel instead of a superhero. She reminded Jason of Power Girl, given the deliberate cleavage window in her costume.

"That's... me?"

Jason made a few faces and the woman copied her every movement. She sighed, placing her hands on her hips, frowning at her unwanted bust. This was for real.

"Where'd that damn dial go?"

Jason paced around the rooftop. Her search proved to be frivolous.

Where could it have gone?

The last she saw it, it was in her hands!

"Calm down, Jason.... It's probably just temporary..."

The bombshell hoped that was the case. She didn't know anything about magic. Assuming that was how it worked was being baselessly optimistic and she knew it.

"I need to find Batman..."

The superhero muttered. Her gaze drifted off to the vast city. Finding one man would be rather difficult without her equipment. No Brother Eye, no comms device. If she was gone for long enough, it was likely Batman would come looking for her anyway. Though, she'd rather change back as soon as possible instead of sitting around waiting for Bruce to eventually show up.

God, even the ever so serious Batman was probably going to find Jason's predicament amusing. The lethal and deadly Red Hood was suddenly a busty bombshell superheroine in a revealing costume.