Batgirl: The Twinflower
By: Kokopo618

Tommy opens the door to the manor, he's dressed in an outfit typical of Bella's wardrobe, he hopes once he settles in his new role, he can augments Bella's choice of clothing. But that's a matter for later, he is in search for his man, his prize at the end of all the work he has put into his scheme. He smiles thinking of Bella locked up in that cage, he has proven himself the better man, or woman. Tommy skips gleefully throughout the manor, taking in all the sights in his new home. Bruce's room is empty. Tommy frowns, Bruce is probably in that cave of his. Tommy grunts in anger, he doesn't like this silly hobby that Bruce had developed, he didn't wait this long to share Bruce with Gotham. He also hadn't been able to determine exactly how to enter the batcave, he curses himself for forgetting to ask that sissy how to access the cave. He was too busy gloating. Tommy laughs, deciding that the gloating was worth it.

Tommy enters the kitchen to find Alfred cutting cucumbers, another thing Tommy plans to rid from Bruce's life, he's never liked Alfred. When they were young Bruce and Tommy played together, and Alfred always insisted the boys be supervised. Alfred briefly glances at Tommy as he enters the room, but returns to cutting, "Hello, Miss Bella, I suppose I don't need to tell you where Master Bruce is."

Tommy forces his face to smile, and pitches his voice to match Bella's soft feminine tone, "Could you call him up for me?"

"I believe he's busy at the moment, though I'm sure he wouldn't mind your company. He hasn't left his "study" in quite some time, he's obsessing over this case. ..as he always does."

"His study?" Tommy says, hoping her question doesn't show her ignorance.

"So to speak," Alfred says flatly, focusing on perfectly sliced cucumbers.

Tommy moves to leave the room, "Oh and Alfred, you can just stay up here, I don't want us to be interrupted."

"Of course, Miss Bella. I'm sure there's a surface or two I've forgotten to dust," Alfred says sarcastically.

Tommy rolls his eyes, annoyed. He makes his way to the study. There is a crowded desk, and the walls are covered in book shelves. Tommy looks around for a switch, button or knob of some kind. He runs his dainty hand along the underside of the desk, nothing. Looking to the selves, he spots a bust of William Shakespeare, He approaches, and pushes in the eyes, nothing happens. He frowns, and runs his hands along the entire surface of the bust. He feels a hinge on the back, so he lifts the head, and sure enough it opens revealing a button. He presses it and the book shelfs split revealing a pole. Tommy looks down, the bottom is dark, as if it was a fireman's pole to the under world. Tommy grips the pole with both hands, and swings his long smooth womanly legs around it tightly at first, but loosening, allowing him to descend into the dark cave.

Tommy steps away from the base of the pole, he can see Bruce seated at the Batcomputer no doubt pouring over the details of whatever case he was working on. Tommy smiled, Bruce had always been so focused. Tommy stared at him silently, and he began to undress himself, tossing aside his top and booty short. Revealing his undeniably sexy lingerie, the same pair he had bought on his first friend date with Bella. Tommy appreciates the irony.

Once ready, Tommy looks down examining his mostly exposed body. It had gone through severe changes in a short period of time, but it was all worth it. It was now scientifically perfect, designed solely for the pleasure of other men. One man in particular, "Oh Bruce!" Tommy calls out, his words dripping in lust.

Bruce turns, and appears caught off guard as he examines who he assumes to be his sexy partner dressed in lingerie. He stands and takes a step in her direction.

Tommy hold out a small hand, "wait, you stay right there, first I want to give you a show."

Bruce stops, and returns to his seat, removing his cowl.

Tommy smiles, and turns grasping the pole. He swings around it, lifting his legs, straddling the pole, as he leans back flipping his hair. Tommy begins gyrating against the pole, as he grabs handfuls of his generously size bust. The cold cave air hardened his nipples, increasing the pleasure he felt as he stroked his feminized body. Tommy turns his back to his one man audience, he spreads his legs, lowering his back, keeping his ass raised, he rubs his body against the cold pole. moving up and down on the pole, as if it were a giant metal cock, about to fuck him. Tommy never had any desire to be a woman, he only transitioned for Bruce. But dancing as he is now, using his body to entice Bruce, Tommy sees an advantageous quality of womanhood. He is able to let go of his ego, and masculinity, and melt into a feminine dream. It if freeing, he has become a creature of beauty, of sex. He can feel his pussy moisten.

The sight it too much for Bruce to handle, he leaps from his seat approaching Tommy. Tommy smiles as he sees Bruce come to him, after all these years, he was finally going to get what he wanted, "finally..."

~~~~~

"Listen, I promise, I'll pay you, I just need to grab my purse inside," Bella says pointing to the manor.

The Cab driver frowns, "I'm not falling for it sweet cheeks, pay up. You know there's more than money that you can give me.." He tilts his head in the direction of his crotch.

"Unbelievable," Bella says. She slams the door, and flips the cab driver off, before turning and hurriedly mincing away.

"You get back here you skank," The Cab driver yells, as Bella's jiggly cheeks disappear in the distance.

Bella rips the manor door open, "Bruce! Alfred!"

Alfred runs from the kitchen meeting Bella in the main hall, "Miss Bella, I thought you were here, you've changed, what are you wearing?"

"It wasn't me, Alfred, it wasn't me, She's here, or he is."

"Who?"

"There's no time Alfred, where is Bruce?"

"The cave, I already told you that," Alfred says confused.

Bella ignores him, and rushes for the study, yelling back to Alfred, "It wasn't me. it wasn't me." Bella quickly flips the bust of Shakespeare, and slides down the pole. She sees Bruce and Tommy in the cave. Tommy is dressed in a differently colored copy of her lingerie, Bruce is shirtless, and their lips are just inches away, "STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!" Bella yells, causing Bruce and Tommy to recoil, and look at Bella.

"That's not me Bruce," Bella says.

Bruce look between the two almost identically looking girls, he backs away from Tommy, looking between them trying to understand.

"Bruce, I don't know who that is," Tommy says pointing at Bella, "Please you have to protect me."

"Bruce, don't listen to her--him. That's Tommy Elliot. She's-He's crazy, he's in love with you, he killed those girls, he tried to replace me. He made himself into a girl."

"Bruce, listen to her, she's the crazy one, Hey listen lady, no one knows what you're ranting about," Tommy yells his voice dripping with anger.

"The procedure messed with his mind, his insane, he locked me up, I'm not wearing this for fun," Bella yells motioning towards her shirt.

Bruce looks between the girls, his eyes land on Tommy, and through clenched teeth he says, "Elliot. Why?"

"Bruce it's me Bella, please, I love you."

"Give it up bitch, he knows which one is the fake," Bella says.

Tommy looks back to Bruce with a pleading look in his eye, "Please Bruce I only did it because I love you. I'm sorry, please, can't we get back to before. Wasn't that nice. She ruined it," Tommy looks back to Bella with his face twisted in anger, and voice spitting like venom, "you ruined everything. He loved me. He loved me."

Suddenly, Bruce, Bella, and Tommy turn as the hear the click-clack of a shotgun cocking. Alfred Aims the large pump-action shotgun between the two girls, "What the fuck is going on here?" Alfred yells forgoing his usual British eloquence.

"Lower the gun, Alfred," Bruce commands trying to get hold of the situation.

"Alfred, I'm me, I'm Bella," Bella says looking to Bruce for confirmation.

"She's telling the truth," Bruce says, and then points at Tommy, "That's Thomas Elliot."

Alfred looks to Tommy, he approaches him, and looks him over, "I never liked you," Alfred says, and proceeds to slam the stock of the shotgun against his head, the deranged and feminized man falls to ground, unconscious.

Bella looks to Bruce, and they run towards each other. Bruce lifts Bella, holding her tightly as Alfred drags the light body of their tormentor. Bruce and Bella embrace for a while, until Bruce can feel that Bella has stopped shaking from fear.

Bella pulls away, and accepts a kiss from Bruce, "I'm sorry," he says, still holding Bella by the shoulders, "I should have known it wasn't you. I should have known."

"Shh," Bella whispers, "it's okay, I'm just glad it's over. I was so scared Bruce."

"I know, I know," Bruce says embracing the small girl again, "you need rest," Bruce gently, and effortlessly picks Bella up. He brings her up two flights of stairs, and lays her softly down on his large bed. Bella sits up, pulls her top off, and her panties down, she discards them, throwing them carelessly to the side. She lays back down. Bruce follows suit, completely undressing himself, he slips under the covers behind her, he pulls the covers around her. Bruce spoons Bella, their naked bodies exchange heat. Bella can feel the warmth emanating from Bruce's cock, it's size extend from the small of her back down to her buttocks, where it lays gently between her cheeks. They lay silently, in the nude for hours.

Bella turns to face Bruce. She looks up at him, she begins softly rubbing her smooth legs against his large muscular hairy legs. Bruce's hand gently caresses Bella's thigh, as she scoots closer to him, she leans in and they begin kissing. It's sweet at first, loving even, but it soon turns passionate. Bell throws the blankets off of them, she mounts Bruce. She pulls back from their kissing, swings her hair around and gathers it in a high and tight ponytail, she returns to Bruce. She steadies herself by placing her delicate hands on the large man's muscular chest. A familiar warmth grows under Bella, as Bruce's cock hardens in anticipation. Their tongues dance between their mouths as they kiss. Bella begins rocking her hips almost instinctively. Bella pulls away from their kiss, she locks eyes with Bruce, and she bites her lip. She kisses her way down to Bruce's groin. Bella gleefully grabs hold of her long prize. First she puts the head in her mouth, sucking up the precum that has accumulated there. After her first taste, Bella delves straight into her new favorite pastime, as she greedily sucks Bruce's cock. She doesn't bother with any teasing, or licking. She has other plans, and this blowjob won't be the main event. Once Bruce's rod, is coated with a glistening layer of her saliva, Bella smiles proudly.

Using Bruce's chest as a base, Bella lifts herself up, angling her body to perfectly align with the moistened cock she plans to impale herself with. Bella looks down at Bruce who appears to be in a haze of lust and desire. Bruce reaches out a hand, and extends a finger, Bella takes the finger in her mouth coating it with saliva. Bruce then delivers his finger to Bella's tight rosebud. The moistened finger slips in easily, but still sends a shiver through Bella. Bruce introduces a second finger, stretching Bella out further.

"Ready?" Bruce asks.

Bella nods as she bites her lip. Bella takes a hand and reaches down, steadying the rigid cock for her purposes. She lowers herself down slowly. The head slips in, "Oh my," Bella hears herself say. She lowers further down, the pulsating cock stretches her out as she descends, "Ooh my."

First it's pain. Bella's body feels as though it has reached it's limit. Bella panics, it hurts, maybe I'm not supposed to do this, she thinks, I'm not a real woman, a real woman wouldn't feel like this. Then Bella looks down at Bruce, he looks like he's won the lottery a thousand times over, his mouth is agape in pleasure, and they've barely even begun. Bella smiles, and relaxes, and her pain subsides, and is quickly replaces with wave and waves of euphoria. Bella slides down, the cock is now completely baried inside her. She wants more. She engages her thighs, lifting herself up until she feels the ridge of Bruce's cock's head reach her tight hole. Then she lowers back down, this time she's able to take the whole thing in without pain or carefully adjustment, she lets out a moan as Bruce's cock reaches a spot deep inside her. Bella's manicured nails dig into Bruce's chest as she again slides up and down, riding his pole. Bella's own tiny member flops around uselessly, as Bella works eagerly to extend the feeling in her ass.

Bruce grabs handfuls of Bella bouncing butt cheeks, he begins to control the pace. Pulling the former boy down impaling her with his thick rod. Bruce, smirks, she's taking it like a champ, offering no resistance and a large cock pounds away at her virgin hole. She's taking his full length, her wet mouth is fixed in an O position as she concentrates on pleasing her man.

Bruce thrusts upwards, and Bella squeals in joy, "Yes right there! Right there, don't stop!" Bruce cups Bella's jiggling tits, he begins kneading them, as Bella responds with a girlish moan.

Grabbing her by the waist Bruce lifts Bella off his cock, tossing her to the side. He gets up, kneeling on the bed. Bella is confused briefly by his sudden motion, but she quickly understands. On her hands and knees, she presents her ass to Bruce. Now behind her, Bruce grabs Bella's tiny waist, and pulls her into him, again impaling her with his thick cock.

Bella begins rocking backwards, slamming her tiny body against Bruce's, intent only on experiencing the full length of his rock hard cock. Her mouth is fixed in a dumb smile as her head swims in pleasure.

Bruce's pace increases, and Bella tightly clinches the sheets. Bella looks back at Bruce as he mercilessly pounds away, "cum in me, baby." The sexy image of the beautiful girl causes a further increase in pace, Bella screams in joy and pleasurable pain. Bruce's cock stiffens, and then releases a thick shot of cum inside the cock obsessed former boy. Bella moans as warm jets of semen shoot inside her, she feels her own cock dribble out a shot of cum as well.

Bruce, breathing heavily, leaves his cock in Bella's Batcave as it softens, Bella gently rocks back and forth milking Bruce for excess seed. Bruce slides his member slowly out, it pops as it exits Bella's love hole. A now empty Bella collapses to the bed, her large breasts act as cushions supporting her exhausted body. She pushes herself up, and slides off the bed.

"Do you want to use the bathroom?" Bruce asks.

"No you go ahead, I'll use mine," Bella says, moving towards the door.

"Hey," Bruce says, grabbing Bella's hand pulling her into an embrace. Bella accepts his kiss, as the two nude lovers stand in their after sex haze.

Bella waddles to her bathroom closing the door behind her, she sighs deeply. She rubs an ass cheek, but it does nothing to quell the soreness in her bottom. Bella looks at herself in the mirror. Her cascading red locks frame her cute face, her breasts sit beautifully on her chest, soft globes of flesh ending with pert nipples. Her slender, but toned arms, her elegant fingers, and manicured. All her features come together to form feminine perfection. Bella sighs again sadly. "Is this who you are?" She hears herself say. A girl? A girl who fucks men, who sucks cock. And likes it? Bella shakes her head, she leans over the sink, hands resting on the counter. She should be happy, she just had an undeniably amazing time with Bruce, but she's not. She remembers the cage, all that Tommy said to her. A sissy. That's what Bella was called. The word reverberates in Bella's head. A sissy. Bella thinks of her parents. They only ever knew her as Dick, their son. What would they say to her now. A sissy. She had given her virginity to a man, she'd let a man enter her. A sissy. Bella feels tears form in her eyes. Maybe she should return to Bruce for round two, she sure felt good during their encounter. But the thought of having sex with Bruce again doesn't sit right with Bella. It felt good, but it didn't feel right. Now she's crying like a girl. "Is this who I am?" Bella asks herself again. Bella wipes the tears from her eyes, she looks up to the mirror, she puts on a smile, "Hi, I'm Bella," she says hearing her sweet feminine voice. She frowns, and clears her throat, "Hi. I'm Dick," she tries using an unfamiliar deeper voice. Was there any of Dick left? Bella leaves the bathroom without an answer.

Bella and Bruce run into each other in the hall.

"Hi," Bella says hoping Bruce doesn't pick up on her lack of enthusiasm.

"Hey," Bruce says ignorant of the turmoil in Bella's heart, "how are you?"

"Great," Bella lies, "Hey, I'm gonna go on patrol, I think."

"Are you sure? You've been through a lot."

"I'm fine."

"Do you want me to come?"

"Bruce, I'm fine. Seriously."

"Okay," Bruce says, leaning in to kiss his sexy partner. Bella turns and Bruce's kiss land on her cheek. She smiles up at him, and walks off.

"One thing I don't understand, how did Tommy know our secret identities? He was smart, but not that smart," Bruce calls out.

"I don't know," Bella says, "we'll figure that out tomorrow." Bella frowns, she does know who was behind all her torment. And she's gonna have a word with him.

~~~~~~~

"Hey diddle diddle, time for a riddle: Why would Batgirl, the alluring female companion to Batman, visit a two-bit criminal such as The Riddler?" Leaning on the table, Bella looks to the ceiling for a camera, "Don't worry, gorgeous, they turn off the cameras whenever you Bats decide to visit us. It's funny which laws they decide to follow, and which they ignore. Makes you wonder if it's all just arbitrary"

Bella looks back at Riddler, anger grows in her chest, "It was you, it was you the whole time."

"Could we be specific about this supposed accusation, I must be getting back to my rehabilitation. The Arkham staff has been so kind to me," The Riddler says with a proud grin.

"Reflection. That was the answer to the riddle you asked me. At the school. Reflection. Linnea was my reflection. You were behind it all," Bella says trying to hold her composure.

Riddler leans back in his chair, "It's an interesting theory. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bella grinds her teeth, "You also said that the riddle Gotham wanted to know was what do I look like under my suit, I suppose that was a reference to my ..origin."

Riddler's face turns into a smile, "Your origin? Come on, let's tell it how it is, you're a sissy!" Riddler suddenly brakes into a cackle, laughing at Bella.

Bella slams her fists on the table, "WHY! Why did you give me a friend and have her-him betray me, Why try to ruin my life? What did I ever do to you?"

"It may be hard to imagine princess, but not everything is about you," Riddler spits, "As you know, your boss and I have had our fair share of quarrels over the years. Bruce, though I'd never admit it to him, is as close to a fair opponent that this hairless monkey species has to offer. Playing our game over the years has been fun, but I tire of such trivial activities. People didn't respect me, I was just the riddle guy, a joke. In short, I wanted to join the big leagues, and what better way is there than to go after the Batman's new young lover. The beauty to his beast, so to speak. In my research, I discovered your 'origin' and I must tell you Richard, I was over the moon. Why would a normal boy transition to a slutty superhero over night, and why would Bruce keep that freak around? So many questions, your puzzle fascinated me. I had to have you, to take you from Bruce."

"What about Tommy?" Bella asks.

"That psycho doctor was the cherry on top, his obsession with Bruce was all to easy to manipulate. I told him who you were, what you were, and how he would replace you. He gets Bruce, and in exchange I get you. I even gave him the name Linnea, do you get it? The Linnea Borealis, it's a plant, also know as the Twinflower. Clever, right? Anyway, I didn't think his deception would last forever, I knew that foolish repressed homosexual would eventually blow his cover, though he was very committed to the part. I just need to buy some time."

"Well your brilliant plan failed, we defeated Tommy, Bruce is safe, and you will never have me. You failed."

Riddler cackles again, clutching his chest, "Well that's the funny thing, it doesn't matter. I win either way, which is truly the sign of any good plan. You see, if Tommy's plan had worked, and he successfully managed to replace you and fool Bruce, then I would have simply picked you up from the cage. Or if Tommy's plan didn't work, and you stopped him, and saved Bruce, then you would start asking questions, and you would discover at least one of the three clues I left, which would lead you here to me. If you haven't caught on, Richard, my plan did work, in fact, it's working right now."

Bella stands up, "You are a sad delusional man, Riddler, I hope you rot in here," Bella turns away. She reaches for the door knob, but it doesn't turn. Bella knocks on the door, "Guard!" She calls out. Riddler snickers behind her, still sitting, relaxed. The hair on the back of Bella's neck stands up, something is wrong.

"You can come in now, Grundy, Hatter." Bella eyes go wide, she steps away from the door, as Solomon Grundy, and the Mad Hatter enter. Grundy has to bend over to fit in the door, and slouch to fit in the room A huge gray behemoth in tattered clothing, holding a strange device. The Mad Hatter, a dwarf in an oversized top hat, waddles in behind him. "Welcome friend," the Riddler says, "Allow me to introduce the lovely Batgirl, isn't she just delightful."

"Pretty bird," Grundy mutters in a deep, flat, gravely voice.

"Riddler, you have again impressed me with your wits, You've brought us a bat with tits," The Mad Hatter says, smiling up at Bella's heaving rack.

Bella looks around, two men, and a giant against her in a tight space, she can't win, she looks at the camera, "Guard!"

Riddler laughs, "Isn't she adorable? Now Batgirl, this will be much easier if you don't resist. What's going to happen is we are going to put that device on your pretty little head, and it will make you more agreeable. I'm sure this sounds unpleasant, but I think you may enjoy the new life I have planned for you."

Bella makes a run for the door, but Grundy effortlessly stops her, holding her by the arms. Bella kicks, and screams, trying to shake from Grundy's tight grasp. Hatter drags over a chair, and stands on top of it, he gently sets the device on Bella's head, as she attempts to escape. He pushes a button, and he body goes limp. Grundy drags her, leaning up against the wall.

"Pretty bird kicked me," Grundy mutters rubbing his knee.

Riddler turns to his compatriots, "I have what I want, I will leave, and you two will have control over the asylum, thank you for the assistance." Riddler turns back to Bella, as she motionlessly sits.

Hatter and Grundy move to the door. Grundy turns before leaving, "Not going to hurt the pretty bird, are you?"

"No, no, Grundy, we're just going to have a bit of fun."

Grundy grunts, unconvinced, but leaves.

Riddler takes a seat next to Bella, "The device has paralyzed you, but it's temporary. I had the Mad Hatter make it for me. Once it is done you will be completely subservient to me, you will follow my every command, and it will appear as those you enjoy it, on the surface. But I had him keep a bit of your original self in there. So, in essence, you will be a prisoner in your own body. You'll be able to think, but not act. You will be completely cognizant of your surroundings, but unable to do anything of your own volition. You will be my partner, Batman had his turn, and now I'll have mine." Riddler leans over, he switches a knob on the device on Bella's head, she fidgets, "Goodnight, my sweet Puzzle, you'll awake in your new life," Riddler kisses Bella on the cheek.

Bella's consciousness descend into her mind, her awareness recedes deeper and deeper. deeper and deeper.

~~~~~~

Puzzle awakes, she gently rubs her eyes, she sits up in her bed. She swings her long shapely legs off her bed, stretching. She minces to her bathroom. She gathers her long hair in a shower cap, not wanting to get it wet. She steps in her shower, and begins washing her tight body, she slowly shaves her legs, ensuring the smooth perfection her master will expect. She quietly hums as she goes about her womanly maintenance.

Returning to her room, Puzzle notices her suit has been laid out for her. She sets aside her towel, feeling the cool air hit her nipples, and shriveled privates. Puzzle sits on her bed, and pulls her tights slowly up her slender legs. Next is her bodysuit, she slips it on, the skin tight material, fits perfectly to her measurements, it gently lifts her bust, accentuating her breast, giving her near overflowing cleavage. Finally slips into her shoes, and sits at her vanity. She looks around at all the makeup she has been provided. Master is so kind to her. She smiles as she beautifies her natural features. When perfection is reached Puzzle blows a kiss to her reflection. Reflection. Reflection. Bella awakens. Deep in the recesses of her mind, Bella put all her effort into focusing. She looks through her eyes, but does not control them. She's looking at herself. Oh God, what is she wearing. The insignia on her chest answers her question. Riddler. Bella can see her hands moving as she apply mascara, but she is unable to stop. Puzzle is in control. Bella relaxes, obviously a physical response is not an option, she must think her way out of this. Bella panics, how can she think her way out of this? She's trapped in her own body, and she's seemingly been transformed into Riddler's slutty assistant.

"Oh puzzle, are you decent?" The Riddler calls out, the glee in his voice evident.

"Yes, Master," Puzzles replies sweetly. Master? Bella thinks, oh God.

Riddler steps in, smiling ear to ear, "Well don't you look just dashing," he says as Puzzles stands submissively presenting herself to her Master. She smiles wide, hoping for a good response.

"Puzzle, I'm disappointed," Riddler says, his voice suddenly turning cold, and flat.

The smile falls from Puzzle's made up face, "Oh no, Master what have I done wrong?"

"You've forgotten your mask," Riddler says as he grabs the small green mask partially concealed by a blanket, "We wouldn't want anyone discovering who you really are, do we Puzzle?"

"No Sir we don't. I don't want anyone talking me away from Master."

"That's a good sissy, Richard could learn a thing or two from you. Are you still in there, Richard?"

Bella cringes at the use of her old name, she was having doubts before, and now is not the time for an identity crisis.

"I know you're in there, Richard. That's the best part, gosh, I wonder how it feels. You must want to hit me. You must want to take that arm of yours and punch me as hard as you can, am I right? But the poor sissy can't do a thing." Riddler laughs. Puzzle joins his laughing.

Bella strains herself trying again to move, to regain control, but her body just stands there.

"Alright enough of that, it's time to eat, you slept through the entire day, you were a tired sissy, it's already dinner."

Puzzle eagerly follows her Master to the dinning room. Bella while unable to look around freely, tries to pick up as many details as possible. They appear to be in an apartment, nothing extravagant, probably a hideout, possibly one of many. Stacks of books litter the floor, sticky notes cover the wall, which no doubt contain Riddles-in-progress.

"I know, it's not the fanciest place in the world, I'm a little strapped for cash at the moment," Riddler says as he takes his seat at the table, "But we'll fix that later." Puzzles moves to take an adjoining seat. Riddler stops her, "No, no." he says, spreading his legs, pointing to his lap, "Here." Puzzle walks over to the seated Riddler, she gracefully swings her leg over Riddle's lap, mounting him.

"Is this good, Master?" Puzzle asks, as she adjusts her straddling position.

"Very good," Riddler says grabbing handfuls of Puzzle's soft ass cheeks. If Bella were connected to her nervous system, she'd be throwing up. Riddler grabs a fork, and begin eating the steak.

"Should I eat with my hands Sir?" Puzzle says after a few seconds.

"Oh no," Riddlers says setting down his fork, and poking Puzzle in the belly, "you must maintain your figure, and besides you won't need any of those muscles, so I'll be reducing your diet. Meals every other day, maybe."

"Sounds smart, Master." Puzzle says, accepting her masters complete control of her eating habits. Riddler resumes his eating.

"You know, Puzzle, I'd like to speak with Richard, who is inside of you, can you make that happen, temporarily returning vocal capacities to the other you?"

"Other me?" Puzzle responds confused, but her programming takes over, and defers to Riddler's command.

"Fuck you," Bella says, using her actual lips, teeth and tongue.

"Well good morning to you too, Richard," Riddler says ignoring the insult, "Can I call you Richard, or do you prefer Bella? I hear from my contacts at Arkham that you really don't like being called a sissy. That's right, I haven't been very careful with your little secret, soon the entire criminal underworld of Gotham will know that Batman's partner, and probable fuck buddy is a sissy fag. Oh that'll do wonders to the reputation of Batman, and of course Batgirl. Probably not long until the public knows, what will the parents think? do they want their children looking up to some sissy. Anyway, do you prefer Richard, or Bella?"

"Call me Batgirl, 'cause that's who's gonna kick your ass at the end of this," Bella says summoning all her badass-ness.

"Wow, has it been a while since you've had a cock up your ass or something? is that why you're so prickly?

Bella shocked by Riddler's vindictiveness is taken aback, especially because it brings up memories of her last encounter with Bruce, and all her conflicting feelings about it. She's speechless.

"That's what I thought. Maybe we oughta do something about that later."

Bella goes silent as she realizes what Riddler is threatening. Okay she'll place nice, "What did you want to talk about?"

"That's better," Riddler says giving Bella a slap on her ass, though Bella doesn't feel it. "I wanted to congratulate you on defeating that Thomas Elliot. I'm calling him The Twinflower. Isn't that catchy? It's like I created a new super villain, maybe I start making a practice of that. Create so many villains, and Batman is overwhelmed. And this is just off the top of my head, God I have good plans." Riddler says chucking to himself.

"Anything else," Bella asks trying not to let Riddler's games get to her.

"Not that I can think of, and in fact, I don't think I'll let you speak again, if you really want a be a woman, than you should sit back and watch how good Puzzle is. See, Puzzle is the kind of woman you want to be, Richard. She knows her place, Maybe if you learn that I'll let you have control again, maybe after seven or so years watching how Puzzle acts."

Bella Gulps, the thought of being a subvariant prisoner to Riddler for seven years, completely cognizant of her actions terrified Bella, "Please don't," Bella mutters voice shaking.

"Ah, begging is beneath you, Batgirl, I've had enough, Puzzle resume full control," Riddler says dismissively waving a hand.

"NOOooo!" Bella-Puzzle says, "Excuse me, Master, I shouldn't raise my voice ever."

"That's right, I hope you're listening in there, Richard, Now, I'm going to continue our conversation with your new and improved self, are you ready, Puzzle."

"I'll flex my sissy brain, and try to keep up, Master," Puzzle say sweetly, and genuinely. Oh Jesus, Bella thinks.

"Do you know why I named you Puzzle?" Riddler asks cutting his steak.

"Because it is a synonym for Riddle?" Puzzle answer.

Riddler sets down his utensils, "Are you getting smart with me? huh? Is that bitch still in control?"

"No, no, it's me, Master, Puzzle, I'm sorry you did not like my answer."

"It's alright Puzzle, I shouldn't take out my anger at Batgirl on you, you've replaced her anyway."

"Why did you name me Puzzle, Sir?"

"Well, it's because that's how your old self first appeared to me, so many surprises, and when all the pieces come together it's a thing of beauty."

Bella wishes she could choose not to hear this, "Thank you Master, I love my name."

"Also it's a reference to your extra puzzle piece, so to speak."

"My sissy clitty?" Puzzle asks, "It's here to remind me that I'll never be a real woman, right?"

"That's right, I'm so glad to see the programming worked so well." Riddler, moves to bite the steak on his fork, but he hesitates, "Puzzle return feeling of the olfactory and digestive systems to Richard, I want him to smell this, and hunger for it. Puzzle inhale, deep. Do you smell anything?"

"No, sir," Puzzle says, but Bella did. She smells the steak, and feels intense hunger. Because she's deprived of all other senses, the hunger is extreme, and Bella struggles to maintain coherent thought, as the Puzzle identity solidifies, and begins to rewire her brain.

"Oh dang, I got some ketchup on my finger, Do you mind? Puzzle?"

"Not at all, sir. I'd be happy too." puzzle says. Riddler leans her back slightly, prepping her to take in his digit. Parting her lips, Puzzle accepts Riddler's finger, it slides down her throat, she licks it clean, then tighten her lips around the base, and sucking it as if every inch were covered in ketchup.

"You know what, I think I got a little excess meat sauce on my mouth as well," Riddler says, looking directly at Puzzle.

Puzzle immediately response, tilting and bending slightly before planting her soft and wet lips on her master, first she begins sucking on his bottom lip, and then his top lip, she remains longer, kissing and sucking on his mouth, then she pulls back.

"Well done. And as much as I'd like to further explore your sucking abilities, we have some work to do. What do you say partner?"

Puzzle smiles, and answers by bending her head back down, eagerly kissing her Master who returns the kiss as he tightly grips Puzzle's tiny waist.

The pain of hunger dulls Bella's reaction to kissing the Riddler, and she appreciates the silver lining. Some forms of torture are worse than others.

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Bella watches her body, get in a car and drive to a bank, she knows what's going to happen, but is powerless to do anything about it. She can only sit and watch as Riddler makes her an accomplice to a robbery.

"Everyone on the ground," Riddler yells, as they enter the bank, "Puzzle fill this with cash." Riddler tosses a duffel bag to Puzzle, she catches it and skips to the front counter.

"Could you give me access to your vault please," Puzzle says smiling, "Oh and if you don't I think my Master will kill you." The clerk looks shocked, but looking around at all the innocent people cowering on the ground, he reluctantly opens the vault for the scantily clad super villain. Puzzle gleefully fills the duffel bag with cash, as Bella is forced to look on in shame. Puzzle returns to her Master, "Should we go now, Sir?"

"No, we play a game first, we always play the game," Riddler says, and then addresses the terrified room, "Listen up, I will gladly give up this money, if anyone can answer my riddle, her it goes: I migrate between Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin, far from my father Linnaeus, What am I?"

The room is silent, Bella tries to focus, but even she does not have an answer, the pain of hunger is too much. From the corner of her eye, Bella sees a kid stand to his feet, she tries to scream for him to sit back down, but her mouth doesn't even twitch. The boy, clears his throat drawing the attention of Riddler.

"Do you have an answer, boy?" Riddler asks.

Bella can tell the boy is struggling to appear confident, he can't be older than sixteen. The boy faces Riddler, "I am Robin."

Riddler pauses, and then says, "how do I know you're not guessing?"

"The Binomial name for Robin is Turdus Migratorius, it's the state bird of Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin, and it was first described by Swedish taxonomist Carl Linnaeus, who was know as 'The Father of Modern Taxonomy' therefore I am Robin. I don't want the money, just leave."

Riddler chuckles, "You don't want the money, what you just want to make a fool of me?," The Riddler says as his voice and anger rise, "you think you're better than me? Smarter than me?" Riddler point his gun at the kid.

Bella uses all her force of will to move, to try and stop Riddler before he murders this child. Puzzle's finger twitches.

"Actually, why don't you do it, my sweet Puzzle?" Riddler says offering the gun to his sexy assistant.

"Me?" Puzzle says holding the large gun in her delicate hands. The boy looks terrified, but doesn't move.

"Kill him," Riddler orders.

Puzzle doesn't move, she just stares at the gun in her hands.

"That was an order, sissy." Riddler says.

Puzzle doesn't move. Bella drops the gun, she turns facing Riddler.

"It's you," Riddler says with fear in his voice, taking steps back.

"It's me," Bella says, grabbing Riddler by his collar. She clocks Riddle on the side of his face, it's enough to knock the man down, but she doesn't let him drop. Still holding him by the collar Bella returns her arm, backhand slapping her former Master, she pulls him to her, lifting her leg, kneeing him in the stomach. Riddler gasps unable to breathe. Bella does not relent, fueled by anger, she throws him to the ground, and beats him unconscious. She stands, breathing heavily, she addresses the room, "Sorry about that, everyone, I'm Batgirl, I was undercover. It's all over now, somebody call the cops, and don't worry about him. He won't be waking for a while."

Applause erupts in the room, and the people stand, and begin chanting, "Batgirl! Batgirl! Batgirl!" Bella blushes, and coyly holds up a hand. She looks to the boy, who is smiling wide. Bella tries to gather herself, it's strange being in full control again, but she quickly adjusts to reality, as the crowd calms around her. She has to return to Bruce, tell him everything, and he'll make her feel safe. And she does not want to be seen in this outfit any more. Bella moves to exit.

"Wait," The boy says, running up to her.

"Oh hey," Bella says, "nice work on that riddle, you were very brave."

"Oh thanks, but it wasn't that hard. I'm kinda a nerd. Hey, I have a question."

"What's up kid?" Bella asks, she's anxious to get back home, but she can spare a moment for the brave kid.

"It's just, I overheard Riddler call you a sissy, and I was wondering if that's um, and accurate description?"

Bella pauses, is this how it will get out, should she tell the truth or lie? "I, um, well, the thing is, um, yes, kinda yes. I wouldn't use that word, but yes."

"How did you, or how do you deal with it? I mean, feeling like you're not in the right body, and stuff?" The boy asks, obviously uncomfortable.

Bella looks thoughtfully at the young boy, she squats down, at the boys level, "Are you like me?" The boy shyly nods. Bella smiles, "what's your name?"

"Tim Drake," The boy says struggling to make eye contact with Bella.

"What's your other name?"

"Other name?" Tim asks, looking up to Bella, who looks at him knowingly, "Oh. um, I've always liked Thea."

Bella smiles, she places her hands on the small boy's shoulders, "Listen, I can't tell you how to live your life, and honestly, I'm still figuring all this stuff out, but I can tell you this; life is short, and crazy, and unpredictable, and if you're riding that roller coaster, you might as well be happy while you do it. Does that make sense."

The boy nods, "Thank you, you're my hero. "

Bella's heart swells, she lets go of the boy, and stands up. The boy waves goodbye, as Bella exits the bank. She gets in Riddler's car, and retraces the directions back to his apartment, thankfully she had the foresight to memorize the path from his place to the bank. Bella rushes to his floor, trying to ignore the constant jiggling of her exaggerated bust, not to mention the fact that she's dressed like a prostitute.

Bella kicks down the door, and finds her costume, her real costume, in a display case. Riddler probably kept it to remind Bella of all that she had lost, Bella sighs glad to be free of Riddler for good. She doesn't know how much of his torment she could have taken before she lost her mind. She takes her suit, and reaches into her belt. She sets off a short range EMP, just in case there are any cameras in the room. She rips off the Puzzle costume, and quickly dresses in her Batgirl suit.

Bella considers going straight to Wayne Manor, but Bruce probably isn't there, at this time, he has probably just left the cave. At the beginning of every night, Bruce's first stop is crime alley. On the theater. He has brought Bella there many times, and although there is not much discussion, Bella knows how meaningful a place it is to Bruce. And it had become meaningful to Bella. Crime Alley isn't far from here. Bella leaps from the window, grappling to a near by rooftop, she makes her way throughout the city as the sun sets.

Night has taken over Gotham, when Bella arrives to the worst street in the worst neighborhood in the worst district of the worst city. Bella pulls herself from a fire escape, it's been a while since she's traveled through Gotham this way. Things have been crazy recently, but Tommy has been defeated, his serial killings have been stopped, and the menace behind the whole affair is now sporting a couple of black eyes, and a few broken ribs. Bella sighs as she takes her time walking to the other side of the roof. Things may actually get back to normal. Wouldn't that be nice. Bella smiles, and for a second the fear, the doubts, and her troubles seem distant. Hope swells in the young girl, filling her chest with a sense of good things to come.

Bella reaches the end of the rooftop from here she can see the top of the theater. As she expected Bruce is there, but Bella frowns and squints, he is not alone. With him is a woman, clad is a skin tight suit, leaving little to the imagination, it's Catwoman. Bella smiles relieved, Bruce must have caught her stealing, and their chase has ended here. Catwoman begins strutting over to Bruce. "Alright," Bella says under her breath, unheard by the others, "Pull out the Bat-cuffs, Bruce."

Catwoman wraps her arms around Bruce's neck. Oh god, Bella thinks, she's gonna cut his throat! Bell prepares to glide down and assist her partner, but she stops. Bruce doesn't move, instead he wraps his hands around Catwoman's waist. "Come on, Bruce, push her away," Bella says her quiet voice shaking with uncertainty. Bruce pulls Catwoman in, kissing her deeply, as her legs bends up behind her.

Bella stands up, she turns around, leaving the loving display behind her. She takes a few steps, then falls to her knees. Tears stream down her face. Her heart shatters.

The End

Epilogue:

Dick swings the door to the manor open, he barrels through the house. Alfred is in the main hall as he marches up the stairs, "In a hurry, I see, Miss Bella. May I ask, what in goods name are you driving?"

"A car," Dick says moving up the stairs, "I bought a car." Dick had spent all the money he had saved from his childhood, and most of what his parents left him, it wasn't much. But he wouldn't use Bruce's money.

"Did they have anything available from this century?" Alfred asks. Dick just grunts. "Is everything alright, Miss Bella?"

Dick turns, looking down at Alfred from the top of the stairs, "Don't call me that, my name is Dick." Dick turns leaving Alfred alone as he stomps to his room. Dick opens his closet, it's filled to the brim with girl clothes, Dick frowns. He threw out all his boy clothing when he was under the delusion he was a girl. Dick sighs angrily, and beings stuffing his least feminine clothing into a suitcase.

Having followed him upstairs, Alfred enters the room, "Miss Bella, did something happen?"

Dick doesn't respond, grabbing his belongings with haste, tossing aside anything that Bruce bought or gave to him.

"Miss Bella what are you doing?"

"What did I say," Dick shouts turning to face Alfred, "Don't call me that." Dick pauses as Alfred is obviously taken aback, he lowers his voice, "Sorry, just don't call me that. It's Dick." Dick takes a breath as he zips up his suit case, he pulls the wig from his hair, revealing his natural raven black hair. He takes the Batgirl suit from the bag he brought with him, he removes the belt, placing that in his suitcase. He throws the costume on the bed behind him.

"What ever has happened, ma'am -sir, remember it is best to think things through." Alfred says with uncertainty in his voice.

Dick stands, he's all packed. Dressed plainly in a white t-shirt and jeans, he grabs a leather jacket and slips it on. His clothing is all still in girls cut, but not the overload of femininity he's been drowning himself in lately. Glancing at the mirror, Dick still appears to be a girl, his thin, but shapely body is not hidden by his clothing. His breasts still jut out, giving him an unmistakable feminine silhouette. Forgetting his chest, his make up free face, and shorter hair, tip the scales a little in the masculine direction. At best he is androgynous. He'll have to work on that. He turns heading for the door, but he hesitates. He turns back around and hugs Alfred. Alfred slightly confused, and concerned returns the hug, "I'll miss you Alfred."

"Master Dick?" Alfred says unsure of what to do.

Dick smiles at his friend, and turns and leaves head for the stairs, "Oh and Alfred, tell Bruce that his asylum is being run by the inmates. Again."

Dick enters his new car, his new very old car. He sits down and sighs, he grabs the seatbelt, pulling it over his large chest. His breasts are not helping him regains his masculinity. Dick turns the keys, the engine stalls, Dick slams a hand on the dash, "Come on," he shouts. He turns the key again, the car starts after some gurgling.

Dick drives, making his way out of the city limits. Unsure of his destination, he glances at a road sign in the distance, he squints reading it.

Bludhaven 30 miles...

Author's Note: Well, well, well. What a rollercoaster. We have arrived at the end of this Chapter of Bella's-excuse me-Dick's life. I really hope you enjoyed this story. Tell me what you think, and any plot holes I missed, I don't think I have any. Also, tell me if you would like to see more of Dick's story. I have a few plans. Plans that extend beyond our eponymous young hero. No man in the DC universe is safe from feminization. I'm coming for all of them, I hope you stick around for that! Thanks again for reading and commenting, and everything. THANKS!