I always kind of liked a certain character in the DCverse. You know, protege of a certain crime-fighting cowled superhero in Gotham City. Well-connected, gets all (well maybe not all, most) of the girls. He's quite the manslut isn't he?
So one day my muse gets horny and asks me what would happen if he got a taste of his own medicine. Aha, you all know where this is going, right?
Gonna have to change names so as to not let lawyers come after me. But you know who he is.
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Nightclaw dropped down the building, prey in his sights. It was Dr. Nano on the loose again. Why couldn't it be Freezoid - that guy was easy to take down, just bring anything hot and he would stop in his tracks just like this name. Or the Toxic Slime...he had never seen anyone so afraid of cleaning fluid in his entire crime-fighting career. But no, it was Dr. Nano, self-professed scientist extraordinaire and genius turned bad.
He should really get backup instead. Call in Armsman, or maybe even Sky Crusader. But he was feeling confident tonight, powerful and strong. He had a date lined up with Hexgirl later that he was looking forwards to and really...what could go wrong? He had taken in Dr. Nano before. He knew how he worked. Chemical flasks for the offense, some nerve gas to soften things up, and the some darts to finish it all off. All he had to do was evade the first, put on a mask for the second and jump over the third. He'd done it before. It was going to be easy.
Pride comes before a fall.
So when Nightclaw rushed at the doctor's retreating back, intending to go for a swift takedown, the first thing he got for his pains was a syringe shot into his chest. He stared at it disbelievingly as the doctor cackled ahead. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. Not at all.
"Surprised, my boy? I've changed things up a lot since the last time you saw me."
"This isn't going to faze me one bit, Nano. I'm going to throw you into the clinker faster than you can say uncle." Nightclaw blustered. But truth to tell, he was feeling a little unsteady on his feet. Whatever was in that syringe must have been powerful stuff. His best bet was to just rush the doctor, maybe crack him over the head and then...well, he'd work it out.
He took a step forwards, ready to begin a run...but instead a powerful wave of nausea hit him. He fell back, clutching his head. Damn, what was IN that syringe? He'd have to get Patchwork to look at it later, find out what to do, but for now...further thought was soon rendered impossible as his vision started swimming.
"Not so confident now, I see. Just give it a while. The fun is just getting started."
Nightclaw staggered backwards, trying not to collapse. If this was Dr. Nano's idea of fun, he didn't want to know what work looked like. A wave of burning heat swept through him, and the superhero felt his body start to change.
The first thing to happen was that his chest began to swell. Twin pinpricks of heat started from his nipples and soon spread to the rest of his upper torso, becoming quickly so unbearable that he ripped apart the kelvar coating of his armor to look down unbelieving at his himself. Instead of the chiseled abs that he expected to see, there were two unmistakably perky female tits.
"How do you like them apples?" cackled the doctor.
"Why you..." Nightclaw took another step forwards, but once again nausea assailed him and he fell backwards on legs that were quite a bit slimmer than he remembered. He looked down to see his formerly muscled thighs shrink into slimmer ones - still with sheen of sinew on them, but definitely not the same.
He was turning into a woman. The goddamn syringe was turning him into a woman. Nightclaw could only watch helplessly as the rest of his body started to change as well.
His buttocks were next, turning from firm to shapely in a manner of seconds. He looked on in horror as his arms thinned in much the way his legs did. He could feel but not see his hair lengthening to the small of his back, and when he let out a shriek of surprise, it was a full two octaves than what he expected to hear.
The heat blossoming through his body finally made its way down to his crotch, and Nightclaw didn't need to be a bio geneticist to know what was happening there. He was not about to tear his trousers off in front of a villain, but with a final wave of heat, he felt his privates remodel themselves into that of another gender.
The superhero - now superheroine - didn't know what to make of this new situation at all. It was just all too weird. But his training reasserted himself and he focused on one single point of reality...there was someone in front of him he had to take in. Hoping that the gender change hadn't affected any of his musculature TOO much, he - or she - prepared herself to sprint forwards once more.
Nightclaw was right on one count, wrong on the other. She hadn't lost any of her body's abilities. But her new center of gravity necessitated some getting used to, and so what was supposed to be an agile sprint forwards instead turned into an ungainly stride that sent her careening way off the mark and almost into a nearby wall. Nightclaw got up again seconds later, cheeks reddening at the Doctor's laughter.
