From Boy-Wonder to Batgirl-2-Growing and Infiltrating
By: Kokopo618
Dick Grayson would do anything to be a hero, even if it means becoming a heroine..

Growing

"Wait, wait, don't bust me!"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't," Dick said, trying to sound intimidating in his feminine voice. This was the second week that Batgirl had patrolled the streets of Gotham in secret, and tonight he had just happened upon a would-be car thief.

"I know things, I can give you information."

"Talk," Dick says, loosening his grip on the guy's collar.

"I heard rumors that shady stuff goes on at The Tortoise Anadear, you know, the fancy club."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Evil stuff, human trafficking. I may be a thief, but I ain't evil."

Dick lets go of the kid, "don't steal," Dick says turning his back and grappling away.

"Alfred. Get me the location of Tortoise Anadear, it's a nightclub."

"Master Dick, I was just about to call you, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn attacked the Gotham YMCA, Batman intervened, and now he's stopped responding."

"I'm on my way Alfred," Dick said. As much as he didn't want to risk another encounter with Batman, Dick couldn't hesitate, even if it meant jeopardizing his identity. Gosh that would be embarrassing Dick thinks, remembering that he looks like a young man's wet-dream, instead of a young man.

Dick glides down to the entrance of the YMCA and rushes in, normally he'd scope out the building, and enter more inconspicuously, but his worry for Bruce, and eagerness to encounter actual super-villains got the better of him.

Harley and Poison Ivy are in the lobby, Dick has no time to take cover or hide. "Oh, look at this little flower, Harley," Poison Ivy says, "Isn't she delectable?"

"I dunno Red, she's a bat, and bats are uptight."

"Why are you doing this?" Dick asks trying to get control of the situation, Batman is nowhere in sight. He's all alone. He can't face these two on his own. There is plant growth everywhere which Ivy could easily use to dispatch of him, or worse.

"Harley here just got out of a long term, and quite abusive relationship. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how men are, they destroy, exploit, and abuse."

"What do those plants do," Dick says, gesturing to the large and unusual plants spread across the room.

"These little babies are a recent creation of mine, relatively harmless to women, but it has ..transformative effects on men."

Dick turns to Harley, "So you're committing terrorism because you had a bad break-up?"

Harley takes a few steps towards Dick, "Oh you know us girls..," Suddenly Harley swings her over sized hammer at Dick, "we're so EMOTIONAL!"

Dick narrowly dodges the blow and prepares for a fight. Ivy gestures for Harley to return to her, "Now, now, girls there's nothing to fight about."

"She started it," Harley yells, pointing at Dick.

"Don't blame the young flower, Harley, she just needs a little help ....budding," Ivy says. The plants in the room start fidgeting and then they burst open, releasing some kind of pink gas into the room. Harley puts on a gas mask and begins laughing. Dick instantly covers his mouth with his cape. He turns to the door, but it is now blocked by plant growth. There's no escape. No escape. No escape. Dick loses consciousness.

~~∞~~

"Aahhh!" Dick yells suddenly waking on what appears to be a hospital bed of some kind.

"You're up," Bruce says. Bruce is seated to the left of Dick, back turned using a microscope in his suit.

"Batman!" Dick yells, "I mean-," Dick coughs, and continues in his softer feminine voice, "Batman, what happened?"

"You were exposed to a chemical. You're going to be alright," Bruce says still without turning to face Dick.

Dick examines the room, from the layout, and the equipment, it appears to be a store room, one of many Bruce has throughout the city. Dick is still in his suit, his mask is still on. Thank the lord. Dick's head is a little foggy, and his body is sore especially in the chest, maybe Harley swung her hammer after all, he struggled to remember.

"Don't worry," Bruce says, "I didn't remove your mask."

"Honor among vigilantes?"

"It's improper to undress a sleeping woman," Bruce replies.

"A hero and a gentlemen, you're quite the catch," Dick says, and is instantly embarrassed, he didn't mean to be flirty, thankfully Bruce is turned, so he can't see Dick blushing, "So what kinda chemical was I hit with, some sort of incapacitating agent?"

"There's no name for it, it's a Poison Ivy original," Bruce begins, "It targets the endocrine system, the pituitary gland, and the hypothalamus region of the brain."

"Pretend I skipped advance biology," Dick replies, although he fear he knows the answer.

"Basically it increases production of estrogen, and suppresses testosterone, it also hinders higher brain function like critical thinking, and so on. Thankfully the effects are largely temporary, and completely harmless to women long-term."

"...and men?" Dick asks terrified.

"It depends on several factors of susceptibility, but in the worst cases, I suspect it would have the effect of permanently rewiring the brain to become more ...feminine."

Dick's heart sinks, he can only hope he's not susceptible, "Is there any way to reverse it," Dick asks, "I mean, those poor men at the YMCA, do they have any hope?"

"Unlikely, but not impossible, Ivy has control over plant life at a level unachievable by modern science, but there are theoretical treatments to decrease the side effects."

"You weren't exposed, were you?" Dick asks. Bruce probably isn't susceptible anyway, he's so big and manly, Dick thinks, unaware that his perceptions are already being affected.

"This was not my first time dealing with Ivy, I came prepared. Ivy is one of my most dangerous foes, she is not to be underestimated. Thankfully, you were lucky tonight."

"Yup that's me," Dick says, "the king of luck."

"Don't you mean queen?"

"Of course, haha, just a figure of speech," Dick blushes again, He's making stupid slip-ups, he's still light-headed, "Monday's are the worst," Dick says under his breath.

"Tuesday," Bruce says.

Dick's heart drops further, "It's Tuesday?! I've been unconsciousness for an entire day!"

"No. I'm still analyzing the chemical, but it's likely you were only unconscious for a couple of hours, in the remaining time I suspect you were operating essentially at the will of your hormones, and due to the suppression of higher brain activity you acted without regard for consequences."

Oh for the love of god, Dick thinks, can this day get any worse. Bruce stands up and turns toward dick, "I'll need a sample of your blood, to ensure there are no side effects."

"Oh okay," Dick says. He looks down, his only exposed skin is on his face, he'll need to take off the top half of his suit. This will reveal his boyish chest, but what choice does he have? He could deny the blood test, but he needs to know if something is really wrong. Dick feels like he wants to cry, but he can't. Flat chested girls exist, Dick thinks, I'll just say I'm a late bloomer. This is terrible, he's going to find out, he's going to put the pieces together. But there is no other choice. Dick reaches behind his back for the zipper.

"Do you need any help with that?" Bruce asks.

Dick blushes despite himself. I'm sure you've undressed many eager women, but that ain't me, playboy, "No, thank you, I can manage," Dick replies sweetly. Dick finds the zipper under his cape and at the base of his neck, he slowly unzips down to the small of his back. He pulls one arm out of it's black sleeve and then the other. With both arms out, he lets the top of his suit fall to his lap. The cold air hardens his nipples, as his breasts jiggle out of their place in the suit. Wait, his breast? HIS BREASTS? "Waaaah!!" Dick shrieks. Dick looks up to Bruce, who has quickly turned away, ever the gentlemen, though it's unlikely he didn't get an eyeful. Dick looks back down to his chest sure he was just dreaming, maybe it's a hallucination from Ivy's plant gas. But no, Dick confirms with a reluctant grope that indeed he is the proud owner of a rather generous set of breasts. How did this happen, Dick thinks, Bruce didn't say anything about men growing breasts, and besides it's impossible to grow breasts of this size in one day, no matter how much estrogen is produced. I was unconscious for a day, no not unconscious, I was on some estrogen induced high, I didn't have control. Dick notices a small piece of paper gently tucked in the left breast cup of his suit. It reads: "Dr. Elliot says no excessive movement, drink plenty of water, and rest up -Bella." Dick cannot believe what he's reading, he got a boob job!

"I apologize," Bruce says with his head still looking away, "I assumed you'd be wearing ...something underneath."

Dick can tell from his voice that Bruce was caught off guard, something Dick didn't think was possible. "Don't worry, it was my fault." And it was, it was his fault. Dick had gotten a boob job, he couldn't believe it, how did he get the money, did he do anything else during his hormone high? His thoughts are interrupted by Bruce handing him a shirt, still without looking. What a gentleman, Bruce is such a sweet guy. "Thank you," says a blushing, and unrecognizable Dick Grayson.

Dick puts on the shirt, which fits loosely on his small frame. His head is still reeling from the shock of new assets. He didn't even feel the poke in his arm. Dick looks up at Bruce, he is such a sweet guy, so caring... Dick had lost a day of his life, he felt so vulnerable, thankfully Bruce was there, Bruce was his rock, his strong, strong rock.

"While the toxin is still present in your blood, it appears to be decaying rapidly, your hormone levels are perfectly normal for a healthy young woman."

"What a relief," Dick said, only half listening, and just staring at his bountiful breasts. "hey, um, I'm going to put my suit back on," Dick say trying not to sound as embarrassed he was.

"Okay."

Dick quickly pulls the T-shirt off, the bottom hem of the shirt catches his breasts, causing an wholly unfamiliar jiggling sensation. Trying to ignore the current insanity, Dick pulls the top of his suit on, "All good."

Bruce turns back to face Dick, "Just to confirm, you're experiencing no side effects? no big changes, or perhaps a shift in perception, however slight?"

"No, none at all," Dick replies. This is a particularly difficult lie to tell given it's considerable distance from the truth. A truth that seems equally unbelievable. Dick get up from the makeshift hospital bed, the sudden movement causing a gentle jiggle even inside his suit. He turns to look at the door, but then turns back to Bruce, and looks up at him, "I just want to say thank you, so, um, thank you Batman," Dick says, and then going on his tippy-toes, he gives Bruce a soft kiss on the cheek, and smiles. Dick turns back to the door and begins to exit, "Can I keep this," Dick blurts out holding up the shirt, "like as a, um, memento?"

"Of course."

"Thanks," Dick says blushing, he turns back to the door for the final time, and walks out, unaware of the exaggerated sway of his hips. What the hell, Dick thinks, kissing Bruce, asking for a memento? what am I saying, what am I doing. I feel so, so... Dick shakes his head, his mind is swimming, he tries to think of the next logical step. He can't stay at the manor anymore, not as Dick Grayson, Bruce would certainly notice the rack that his young apprentice inexplicably grew. That would be so embarrassing. He needs a new place to stay just until he figures things out. He knows that Bruce is not at the manor right now, giving him an opening to gather materials and clothes. Dick calls his Bat-bike to his location and speeds off for Wayne Manor.

Infilitrating

"Master Dick, I was so worried," Alfred shouts as Dick rides in to the Batcave, "you stopped responding to comms, and then Bruce tells me that he found Batgirl unconscious, what happened?"

"It's a long story, but the headline is I can't stay at the mansion anymore, at least not for a while, I need to figures things out," Dick says dismount the Bat-bike and walking towards Alfred, "I'll need my clothes, and extra equipment."

"Very well, sir, I had your clothes brought up to your room, I must stay that was a risky move, ordering so many clothes, what if Bruce had been here?"

"Delivered?" Dick had a bad feeling, but there was no time, "I'll go get my clothes, you gather the equipment down here, I'll be back in a minute." Dick rushes up the stairs.

Dick enters his room, and with slight hesitation, he opens his closet. As he feared, the new clothes he had apparently ordered were that of a young and very flirtatious girl. So many color, and styles, he'd had never seen let alone wear. It made his boy clothes look boring and drab by comparison. Dick bites his lip, and looks between his boy and girl clothes, and then down to his chest. He can't exactly pass as Dick Grayson anymore. Dick sighs, and begin pack his girl clothes.

A quarter hour later Dick returns to the bat cave with suitcases of unfamiliar clothing that he'd apparently bought during his hormone high.

"Master Dick I have taken the liberty of arranging the Bat-drone to transport your equipment, and I can add your luggage to the load."

"Thank you Alfred," Dick says hand Alfred the suitcases, "Now I have to figure out where they will be transported to."

"Already taken care of, sir," Alfred replies, handing Dick a piece of paper attached to a key, "That is key and address of an apartment in the city, one of many Bruce keeps, don't worry, he will not know you are there. Your equipment and clothes will arrive just as you do, if you leave now."

Dick suddenly feels his eyes well up, and he feels an incredible sense of gratitude, 'Thank you so much Alfred, you've been so kind and helpful, I don't know where I'd be without you." Dick lean in and kisses Alfred on the cheek.

"I'm happy to serve, Miss Bella," Alfred replies with a smile, and the hint of a blush, "Now you must leave before Bruce arrives, go on then."

Dick back away smiling, and mouths "thank you" again before mounting the Bat-Bike and speeding off. What has gotten into me, Dick thinks, kissing Bruce and now Alfred, what is this new habit I've developed, I guess emotions are high, but I need to get my head in the game.

As Dick nears his new apartment building, he is reminded of Bruce's obscene wealth. The fact that Bruce keeps this on the side, and won't even notice someone is living there, if unfathomable to Dick who grew up with humble means, although he is very thankful given his current predicament. Not wanting to use the front door, Dick grapples to roof, and sneaks through a window left open presumably for the drone. His new clothes, and a crate of equipment greet him inside, "Batman should start a moving company," Dick jokes to himself. It's a very spacious apartment, with modern design. It's appears like a completely normal apartment, which is probably the exact image Bruce tried to emulate. Dick examines the pent house apartment, it's no Wayne Manor, but it will certainly do.

Dick takes off the Batgirl suit, and puts it way. Dick takes a shower, after which he notices that he smells like a field of flowers, a glace in the shower reveals that Dick had accidentally grabbed the women's shampoo and body wash, probably left by one of the lucky ladies Bruce brought up here, "I am such a airhead today," Dick says, unaware of the purposeful nature of his subconscious. Dick unzips his bathroom bag, brushes and flosses his teeth, and begins applying makeup. "Oh shoot.. ..well, I'm halfway down anyway," Dick says reaching for his tube of mascara. Dick looks at himself at the mirror with a strange sense of non-completion, "Oh, my hair- I mean my wig!." Dick grabs his wig, "there now it all fits." A small smile appearing on his face. Wraps a towel around his waist, but the revealing image of his pert breasts in the mirror, leads Dick to move the towel above his bust.

Unpacking takes a while, but it gives Dick a chance to examine his new wardrobe. It's clear that when Dick was under Ivy's toxin's influence he planned to stay woman. This girl has 5 outfits for every occasion, Dick thinks, sundresses, bikinis, panties, bras, gowns, sweaters, and even lingerie and some sexually charged costumes. All in very effeminate styles, and all revealing. Dick considers throwing away the lingerie, he's never going to wear it, but decides not to. Hey, they were probably expensive, it'd be such a waste. Dick also find a pair of unfamiliar looking underwear, a google search reveals they are designed for cross dressers who want to hid their pesky little pecker. "boy, this girl really thought of everything," Dick says, trying to distance himself from his actions. He also finds a body-shaper, which looks like a lighter versions of the corset that's built into his suit. Dick decides he has had enough of this femininity, and decides to watch some TV to get his mind of things. Dick takes a satin robe from his closet, and returns his towel to the bathroom. The fabric of the satin robe, brushes gently against his hardening nipples as he sashays through his new apartment.

Click, click, click. Dick can't find anything distract. First he tries a soap opera, but the overly emotion reactions of the women remind him of his own recent emotional outbursts. Then trying for something more masculine, Dick turns to a football game. Dick though not a big sports fan tries to enjoy the game. It's been a while since he's watched a game, he never realize how jacked the player were. "Oh my god, I have that same skirt!" Dick exclaims as a female sideline reporter appears on screen. Dick recognizes that he also now owns a version of the outfit worn by the cheerleaders, but a blushing Dick refrains from exclaiming that.

Unsatisfied with this attempted distraction, Dick does what young men do when bored, he decides to masturbate. Dick seats himself at the computer, and goes to his usual porn site. Dick glances over the front page, but no video stands out to him. Clicking on random video, Dick can't seem to get hard, the girl is pretty enough, but something isn't clicking. He rubs his cock, but no response. The jiggling of his tits that accompanies his jerking, don't help with his focus either.

After some unsuccessful attempts, Dick lands on a promising video. The girl is a petite redhead, and the guy is tall with dark hair. Dick notices he's more handsome than the usual male porn star. He's also got this deep, commanding voice. Dick's cock begins showing signs off life. The guy in the porno rips the girls clothes off, and throws her to the bed. Dick's cock is now completely hard, he bites his lip. The guy takes his shirt off and pulls down his pants. He's got a huge cock, and that's not the only thing that's big, this guy definitely works out. The guy mounts the girl on the bed, kissing her as he enters her inviting, and moistening pussy. Dick is near completion, the guy in the video begins kneading the girl's ample bosom, Dick with some hesitation gropes his left breast with his free hand. Dick lets out a moan not dissimilar from the ones that this girl is letting out. Taking aback by his response Dick reluctantly releases his grip, and instead starts playing with his balls.

Dick leans back and spreads slightly, his left hand goes from his balls to his taint, and finally he begins gently circling his anus with a finger. He's never done this before, but he feels an immediate rush of pleasure, he opens his eyes, not realizing he had closed them. The man in the video is a big strong man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, he pounds away mercilessly into this small redhead. She looks like she's in heaven. Dick is about to cum, but he has nothing to catch his load with. Thinking quickly Dick leans further back in the chair and aims his cock at his stomach.

Jizz shoots from his pulsating cock reaching all the way to his chest. "Oh my god," Dick says his voice dripping with pleasure filled relief. That was the most Dick had ever cum. Dick slows his heavy breathing. He looks up to the still playing video. He squints, hmm, Dick thinks, that guy in the video kind of looks a little bit lik-

"Master Dick."

"Waah!" Dick gasps, feeling exposed, but quickly realizing the voice is coming from his watch. Dick briefly considers ignoring it, but after thinking it could be important, or about Bruce, he decides to answer, "Uh, yes, Alfred," Dick answers, trying to sound normal, and like he hadn't just finished jacking off.

"Am I interrupting something sir," Alfred asks, apparently seeing through Dick's attempt of normalcy.

"No, no," Dick replies looking down at his cum covered tits, "Just doing some, uh, research. What's up?"

"I forgot to tell you at the manor, you had asked for the location of a club, before we lost contact."

"The Tortoise Anadear, yeah I remember it, I got a tip that the club is somehow involved with human trafficking, I was going to investigate it, but then I had my encounter with Ivy and Harley." Dick was going to say, "and now I can't." but he didn't want to explain to Alfred the two bouncy reasons why.

"Well it turns out The Tortoise Anadear is a very exclusive club that caters to the very wealthy and powerful, Bruce has long suspected that it's a front for something, but he's been thus far unsuccessful in infiltrating the building."

"Thanks Alfred, send me the address. Bye." Dick ends the call. He is disheartened, He would love to investigate that club, being Batgirl always helps him keep his mind off things, and he has so much to keep his mind off. Dick grabs some paper towels and begins dabbing his cum off his chest and belly. Dick pulls out the note he'd left for himself: "Dr. Elliot says no excessive movement, drink plenty of water, and rest up -Bella." Dick still can't believe he had gotten a boob job, even under Ivy's spell, it's hard to believe he'd ever do that, and now "Bella" had ruined the only good thing about his female persona, being Batgirl.
Dick abruptly stands up, and smiles. Dick Grayson can't investigate the club, nor can Batgirl, but Bella could. Finally! This will be just the thing to get his mind off his circumstances, he will play the character of a wealthy socialite, there's nothing like good old fashioned espionage to calm the nerves. An excited and giggling Dick Grayson bounces to his new bedroom closet. Now the only question left is.. what to wear?

~~~

"For the last time lady, you're not on the list."

"Unbelievable," Dick says indignantly, "do you even know who I am?" Dick, playing the part of an entitled trust fund daddy's girl to a tee, is not making headway with the bouncer at The Tortoise Anadear. Turns out this club is as exclusive as Alfred had said. "You'll be hearing from my daddy about this," Dick says trying one last time to convince this guy before storming off. Dick is genuinely frustrated, he doesn't want to go back to his apartment and stew, he want to do something exciting while actually helping people. The idea that Dick had dolled himself up for nothing was unacceptable, He didn't want to return to his apartment after putting on a fancy and revealing dress, high heels, makeup, and he even looked up a video to learn how to do his hair differently.

Excuse me, the lady's with me," a voice comes from behind. Though it's a little different than normal Dick recognizes the voice immediately and his heart almost stops.

"My deepest apologies, Mister Wayne," The bouncer says, with completely different attitude, "..please go right in."

Bruce takes Dick by the arm and begins leading him into the club, but first he stops and puts a hand on the shoulder of the bouncer, "Next time be more polite to the lady."

"Yes Mr. Wayne, of course Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry ma'am, enjoy your time," the Bouncer says. Dick can't help but feel a tingle go up his spine at Bruce defending his honor. Bruce continues leading the feminized boy into the club, and Dick willingly clicks along in his heels.

It's not often a billionaire comes to my rescue. I'm grateful."

"Don't mention it. You know who I am, who are you?"

"Bella..," Dick says failing to come up with a last name.

"Don't you have a last name, Bella?"

Dick thinks quickly, "Can't I have yours?" Dick doesn't mean to flirt, but he is playing the part of a rich sexy socialite girl, and flirting with the city's most eligible bachelor comes naturally.. for the character, of course.

"Let me buy you a drink," Says a smirking Bruce.

"Oh just because you saved me from that big bad bouncer, you get to buy me a drink," Dick replies. Despite the feigned protest, Dick follow Bruce to the bar. Dick needs to find out if Bruce knows he's Batgirl or worse that he's Dick. Perhaps Bruce is here investigating the same thing he is, but more likely Bruce is making a public appearances to maintain his playboy persona which he occasional and reluctantly does, this could be just that, but Dick has to know for sure.

"What do you drink?" Bruce asks, raising his hand for the bartender.

Dick grabs and lowers his hand, "I don't want a drink, I want to know why you helped me."

"What can I say, when I see a beautiful woman in need, I can't help but intervene."

Really Bruce, Dick thinks, is this how you get all your girls, with corny lines like that? Though Dick has to admit he does have a certain boyish charm to him, and Dick smiles despite himself at the compliment. Bruce probably is just here for appearances, and he thinks the quickest way out of here is being seen leaving the club with a sexy redhead. Well that ain't happening buddy. Dick just needs to get him to leave, so he can get back to investigating this club. "I have to go freshen up, I'll be back in a minute, and then you can buy me that drink, Brucie."

"Don't take too long," Bruce calls out as Dick walks away, hips swaying enticingly.

~~~

Once in a stall in the ladies room, Dick retrieves his communicator watch from his purse, "Alfred, It's, uh, Bella," Dick begins, using his female name just in case there's someone else in the bathroom, "Do me a favor, give Bruce a reason to leave his current location, tell him about a crime happening somewhere, I'll explain later."

"Right away sir," Alfred replies, "thankfully it's Gotham, so there should be a few options to chose from."

"Thanks Alfred, talk later," Dick returns his watch to his purse, and exits the bathroom. Peeking around a corner, Dick see Bruce receive the message, take a look around, and then leave the club. It worked. Now Dick could get back to his investigation. Who in the club would know about the alleged human trafficking? The owner presumably.

Dick returns to his seat at the bar, "Oh bartender," Dick calls out raising a deceptively dainty hand, "I'll have a scotch-, actually make it a Cosmo, and put it on Bruce Wayne's tab." Dick stifles a giggle.

"Sure thing gorgeous," the bartender say, "coming right up."

"Oh, and sir, I'm friends with the owner, he wouldn't happen to be here, would he?" Dick gently squeezes his arms together exaggerating his chest.

"um, uh, yeah," The bartender says briefly mesmerized by the busty display, "yeah Mr. Gilbrino is right over there." The bartender points to a portly man surrounded by men laughing and smoking cigars. "I can walk you over, if you like."

"No, thank you, it looks like they're having fun," Dick takes a sip of his Cosmo, it's sweet just how he likes it, "I'll wait." Dick decides it's probably better to wait a while, and observe this Mr. Gilbrino, before approaching, he needs an in.

Dick observes the owner, subtly for a while until he is interrupted by a voice from someone he didn't hear approach.

"Who's your mark?"

"Excuse me," Dick says, turning to the purring voice behind him.

"That fat balding guy you've been staring at for 15 minutes, I'm guessing it's not on account of his looks," The mysterious woman takes a seat next to Dick, she wears a black dress similar to Dick's, matching well with her short black hair, and deep green eyes, "Don't worry Hun, I won't blow up your stop, I suspect we're in the same line of work."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dick says trying to sound disinterested, though this woman had a familiar quality to her.

"Of course you don't," The woman says, "I only bring it up because, I'm not sure why you haven't made your move yet."

Dick Thinks for a second and sighs, "I, I'm waiting for, like, an in. or something" Truthfully Dick just didn't know how to approach the situation, when he was Batgirl his role was more or less clear, but he was still trying to figure out who Bella was.

The woman laughs, "An In?! you must be joking, honey the only in that man is interested in is going to be getting in your dress." Dick blushes harshly, he still wasn't used to being considered a very attractive girl, it was an odd conjoining of emotions. Pride, shame, excitement, Dick felt it all. "You must be new at this, I don't mean to make fun."

Dick bites his lip and tremulously says, "..What should I do?" Dick couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen this woman before.

"Men are dogs. Give him something to chase, take a seat within his view, and entice him over."

"Entice how?"

The woman raises her eyebrows and looks down to Dick's exquisite chest, "Not will your personality, sweet thing. Flutter your eyelashes, play with your hair, pout your lips, yeah just like that."

Dick stops imitating the woman's suggestions, but takes note of them, "Why are you helping me?"

"It's a dog's world, us kittens gotta have each other's backs, dontcha think? Dick suddenly recognized her from the files in the batcave, she was Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. "Plus I'm bored, I got a Tip the Bruce Wayne was here, but he's nowhere to be seen."

"Bruce Wayne, oh?" Dick says, his attention suddenly perked, "And how would you go about that mark?"

"Oh, nothing special, that big, billionaire boy doesn't seem like a very complicated man. Wouldn't be too hard."

Dick stifles a giggle. Yeah like Bruce would ever go for someone like you, Dick thinks, a thief, ha. My boobs are bigger than hers, I'm probably prettier too. Bruce deserves way better, if anything Bruce and-

"Um, hello," Selina says interrupting Dick deep and lost in his thoughts.

Dick's cheeks flush, and he smiles timidly, "Uh sorry, I can be kinda airheaded sometimes."

"Use that," Selina says getting up from her seat, "I gotta run, but good luck kitty."

Dick stands up with her, and thinks that he better distance this version of himself from Batgirl, should he ever have to meet Catwoman under different circumstances, "Thank you so much for your help," Dick says giving Selina a girlish hug and kiss on the cheek, "I was like so nervous before, okay byezies." Dick giggles, then turns on his heels and minces away from the bar.

Selina Kyle watches the feminized boy sashay deeper into the club, swaying hips, long, smooth legs, and jiggling tits like a walking sex billboard. "Sweet girl, but such a bimbo."

~~~

Dick takes a seat within eye view of the owner. Trying to push his embarrassment down by focusing on the mission, and playing a role, Dick utilizes his newly learned skills of attraction. It isn't long till the owner gradually becomes less interested in his friend and more interest in the fiery redhead shooting him all kinds of flirtatious looks. The large man makes his way to where Dick is sitting.

"I haven't seen you around here before, baby, are you all by yourself?"

"Yeah, it's strange how in a big city with all these people, a girl can still feel so lonely.

"You're in luck little thing, my club has a reputation for putting an end to such ...loneliness."

"Your club?"

"I'm the owner."

"Oh my, you own this whole place?" Dick asks with his pretty lips agape, sending very enticing images to Mr. Gilbrino's head.

"Sal Gilbrino's the name, what's yours?"

Dick lifts a hand and gently caresses the man's tie, and then makes eye contact, "You can call me what ever you like, Mr. Gilbrino," Dick says trying to dip every word in a coating of sex. It's not easy flirting with this repulsive man. Dick could try imagining him as different person, a beautiful woman perhaps, but that would exactly fit. No, not at all. Then there's the other men in Dick life, Alfred, no that wouldn't work, Alfred is like a grandfather to Dick. And of course there's Bruce. But Dick can't see Bruce in this man, he's nothing like him, Bruce is charming and actually Dick would much prefer-

Gilbrino grabs Dick's small hand and kisses it, Dick tries not to wince at the slimy lips on his hand, "Please, call me Sal, baby." Gilbrino places a clammy hand on Dick exposed thigh. Dick's skin crawls, but conceals his disgust in a gentle lip bite.

"Sal, I love your club, but I'm tired, you wouldn't mind escorting to my apartment, would you? The city can be a dangerous place, especially for little ol' me," Dick says thinking he may be laying it on a bit thick, but this guy seems like easy pickings.

Gilbrino looks around the busy club, " I really shouldn't leave, I-"

"Oh, it's no problem, if your boss is going to be mad at you or something..." Dick replies coyishly shruging.

"Hey, hey, Sal Glibrino's got no boss, I can come and go as I please. Micky get over here, I'm escorting this fine young lady home, I'll be back in an hour," Gilbrino takes another look at Dick particularly focusing of his barely contained, soft, fleshy rack, and practically licking his lips, "maybe two hours." Dick giggles.

~~~

The ride in the cab was an overlooked part of the process from Dick's perspective. It's clear that Gilbrino wants to start things right away, but Dick manages to convince him that the wait will be well-worth it. Dick Allows for a roaming hand on his thigh, but he keeps that in control. He willing to do a lot for the mission, even at the occasional sacrifice of his more masculine natures, but he has a limit. He's certainly not even going to kiss another guy, well, not on the lips, at least. Dick allows himself a brief moment to reminisce before being reminded of his reality. In the Elevator ride up to Dick's apartment Gilbrino playfully pinches Dick's full, and inarguable juicy ass. Dick almost knocks him out, but instead he just calls him a bad boy, and that he needs to wait until the real fun can begin.

Entering the apartment Dick can see that Gilbrino has been teased almost to his limit. The outline of his hard boner is evident in his pants.

"I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable," Dick says stepping out of his heels, and turning towards his bedroom.

Gilbrino Grabs Dick by the arm, stopping him, "But I want you here, baby, now," Gilbrino tries to pull Dick in, and grope his amble bosum.

"Tsk Tsk," Dick catches the man's hand, but allows himself to be pulled in, he leans in and whispers in the man's ear, "You will have me. Every. Single. Bit. I'm going to do all kinds of wonderful things for you, how's that sound?"

"Good," Gilberto says, as if he's been put in trace by a charming seductress. Dick backs away, and skips to his room, giggling.

Dick emerges from the bedroom in the Batgirl suit. Seeing the imposing silhouette in shadow, Gilbrino turns, "Woah, this is a new one, is this like a sexy girl batman thing, I was expecting you to be wearing less clothing, not more."

"What is the extent of the illegal activity that occurs in your club?" Dick asks, using his normal voice over the hyper-sexualized variety, well his normal girl voice, that is.

"You don't want to know, sweetie, look I'm not really into this role play stuff, so why don't you just get on your knees and-" Gilbrino looks down, fiddling with his belt. Dick walks towards him, and without warning Dick punches him across the face, "What the he-" Dick punches him again, then drags him by the collar to an open window, dick pushes him at the open window, but at the last second he catches him by the neck tie. The man screams, "What are you doing?!"

"How is your club involved with human trafficking?" Dick asks over the man's cries. Gilbrino paralyzed by fear cannot form coherent words. Dick throws him back into the apartment, and he falls across the couch. "Lucky for you, I'm not supposed to exert myself much, doctor's orders, but that doesn't mean I'll hesistate in throwing you out of that window. Talk."

"Okay, okay, look I don't know nothing about no human trafficking," Gilbrino says, though Dick can clearly see he's not telling the full truth.

"But...?"

Gilbrino sighs, "..But a few months ago a guy approached me."

"What guy?"

"I don't know, didn't give a name, didn't give me a choice. He said the man he worked for would kill my wife and kids if I didn't.."

"If you didn't what," Dick says through clenched teeth taking a step towards Gilbrino.

"They wanted to rent out the club on Sundays, I agreed, I had no idea what they were doing, you gotta believe me, I'll I do is hand out cards with meeting times to whoever asks for them."

"Who is behind this."

"I don't know, and I don't wanna know. They threatened my family."

"When you wake up, pretend this never happened, continue doing as these people ask," Dick says taking another step towards the frightened man.

"What to you mean when I wak-" Dick knocks the guy out with a strong blow.

"And keep your hands to yourself, pig," Dick says walking to his room to grab his dress.

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"I think Mr. Gilbrino had a little too much fun," says a giggling Dick, as he half carries Gilbrino, approaching The Tortoise Anadear's bouncers.

"Wow lady, you're strong," says one of the bouncers lifting the large unconscious man from Dick's grasp.

"Thanks, I work out," Dick says giggling and giving the bouncers a shot of his taught ass and toned legs through the slit in his dress, "I guess the old man couldn't keep up."

The men, obviously enjoying the display, almost drop their boss, but quickly recover, "Do you want to leave him a message?"

"Tell him to stay outta trouble, Dick says, "Bye boys," Dick turns and struts away, proud of his undercover work.

End of Part 2

Author's Note: Achievement unlocked: BatBoobs! I hope you enjoyed this part of the story. In this chapter, there is a clue pertaining to the big Batman villain that Dick will be going up against in the final part, can you use your detective skills and figure out the identity of the big bad? Either way, stay tuned for the continued adventures and feminization of our young hero. Thank you!