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.

~~~~

"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!

Batgirl--3-Meeting
By: Kokopo618

Dick Grayson would do anything to be a hero, even if it means becoming a heroine...

Meeting

"Hmm," Dick says to himself, lowering the Batnoculars from his eyes. He's been sitting on a rooftop adjacent to the Tortoise Anadear club for half an hour now, thinking about his next step. He needed to get a hold of one of the cards that Gilbrino had mentioned, but he couldn't enter the club as Batgirl, and he couldn't enter as Bella, now that he'd showed the owner how he prefers to dress. Dick hadn't really thought this through, maybe he could wear a wig.

Dick thought about calling Alfred again, but that would just make him miss him more. And Bruce. He'd called Alfred earlier, and told him to tell Bruce that Dick Grayson left town with a girl. Dick know that Alfred would sell the story well to Bruce, but Dick didn't like having to lie.

"I think I prefer you in that dress." Dick jumps causing a healthy jiggle in his chest, Dick turns, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Batman..." Dick says stammering, "How did you know?"

Bruce walks up to Dick, his eyes drop to Dick's sizable bust, then back up to his eyes, "You have this particular freckle on your-"

Dick blushes in a deeper shade of red than his dress, "Oh my god, you've got to be kidding me, I knew you got an eyeful." Dick pulls his cowl off, in a way Dick is happy there is one less layer of dishonesty between Bruce and him. He can't believe that Bruce determined his ability just from recognizing a freckle on his boob, and then seeing the same one when they met at the club.

"To be fair, you didn't give me much of a choice," Bruce replies.

"Oh, now it's my fault you can't keep your eyes where they should be?" Dick is embarrassed, but thankful Bruce has only discovered the fake identity of Batgirl, if he really found out who he was Dick would lose any hope of being respected as a hero, or as a man. Dick can't help but smile to himself, not only has he managed to trick the Batman, he's also being checked out by him now too. "You know who I am, who are you?"

To Dick's surprise Bruce grins, and pulls off his cowl, "I am Bruce Wayne."

"Yeah..," Dick says, still shocked, "I know."

"What?"

"I know because you're famous obviously, I mean, you're Bruce Wayne. I just don't understand, why did you tell me? I just didn't think...you must really trust me.." Dick says realizing that he is so close to getting what he's wanted for years now, Batman's respect and trust, and yet he is so far. He's almost literally a different person now than he was, and Bruce can never know that Batgirl is Dick Grayson. Dick fears what Bruce thinks of Dick. I didn't run off with some girl, I'm protecting the city, just like you taught me, I'm right here, Dick want's to yell, I've always been right here.

"I Think we're working the same case, it'd be expedient for us to share notes," Bruce says pulling his mask back on, Dick follows suit.

"Oh, you want to work with me for expediency?" Dick says, deciding that the "character" of Batgirl should be a little flirtatious to Batman, to differentiate from his normal personality, of course.

"What did you find out from the owner?" Bruce asks. How did he know about that, Dick thinks, did he know from the club, or did he follow Dick as he left the club. Either way, Dick decides that he should ensure he is maintaining his feminine guise constantly.

Dick tells Bruce all he knows, "And now I can't exactly return to the club, and say sorry about almost throwing you out a window, can I have one of those cards please?"

"Perhaps not, but Bruce Wayne can make another appearance at The Tortoise Anadear."

"You do look good in a suit," Dick says absentmindedly, almost to himself. When Dick turns his head, Bruce has already left the rooftop. Later Dick sees Bruce enter the club, and soon after leave. Batman reappears on the rooftop, "That didn't take long."

"The next meeting is Sunday, the card provided no clue as to the identity of the man behind this, it only promises exotic beauties, I propose we use the intervening time to figure out who's behind this."

"Sir, yes sir," Dick says, "What do you think this meeting is?"

"I suspect it's some kind of ..auction, this will often happen in the world of human trafficking, they'll bring out the women, show them off, perhaps demonstrate their ...abilities, and sell them to the highest bidder."

Dick was mortified, struggling to even imagine that level of dehumanization, "We have to stop it."

Bruce puts a reassuring hand on Dick's shoulder, warming Dick immediately, "We will. Knowing our enemy will be a great advantage, we can cover more ground if we split up."

Dick turns to Bruce and pouts his lip, "But I thought we were working so well together..." Perhaps Dick is flirting a little too much with Bruce, but then again Dick is playing the part of a young adventurous girl. And any girl would be attracted to Bruce, any red-blooded girl wouldn't be able to resist his masculine magnetism, and deliciously sculpted body. Dick is also not ignorant of the affect his appearance is having on Bruce, if Dick had known all it took was becoming a girl to gain Bruce's approval, respect, and attention, he would have been swishing and swaying in skirts a long time ago. Dick stifles a giggle, imagining the absurdity.

"Don't worry we will have plenty of time to work together, after all Bruce Wayne cannot attend a human slave auction without a beautiful woman on his arm."

"What a lucky girl, I am," Dick says sarcastically, though he'd be unable to deny his sentiment is a complete fabrication.

"Until next time, Batgirl." Bruce says disappearing into shadow.

"Batman." Dick sighs and smiles wide, he's experience true contentment, something he'd never thought he'd have again, especially not while under the overwhelming guise of femininity. Something about Bruce's presence made Dick feel safe, like the dangers of the world were something he could actually face. But Dick was alone again, they'd been split apart again, and Dick felt his mind returning to insecurities, fears, and doubts. Dick shook his head and considered his priorities. He would find out who was behind the human trafficking going on at The Tortoise Anadear, and then Bruce and him would put and end to it.

~~~

"I don't know anything, I swear!"

Dick sighs, "I believe you, unfortunately." Dick knocks the crook out, with a blow a bit harder than needed. Dick is frustrated, it's been days since he's seen Bruce. He's healed up from his recent breast enlargement surgery, a fact that he still struggles to accept. Gotham is quiet, unnervingly quiet. Dick has resorted to bringing a book for patrols, it's a poorly written romance book that Dick felt strangely drawn to at a used book store. During especially quiet hours, Dick finds himself bizarrely drawn in by the narrative. The story of a lusty maid throwing herself at a stoic, but kindhearted sea captain doesn't contain much depth, but the voices of the characters fill the quiet of the lonely nights. Dick misses Bruce and Alfred.

The allure of having his own apartment has also faded, Dick spends most of his days there, only coming out at night as Batgirl. Dick tried to lounge around the apartment in boy mode, but with the addition of his breasts, it just feels so alien, he's more comfortable in light makeup, his wig, and feminine clothing. Passing time in the apartment isn't easy, there's only so many times a guy can repaint his nails, and repressed fear of deeply locked away feelings have prevent him from masturbating. After some research, Dick discovers that he wouldn't be able to reverse his boob job for at least another month. That meant another month in girl mode, another month lying to Bruce, another month of Dick Grayson fading into the background, and being replaced with Bella, in all her feminine glory. Dick fears that he's lost himself, he isn't who he used to be, but then he tells himself he was just playing a character, and soon he'd retire the Batgirl/Bella persona.

In the recent days, Dick has redoubled his efforts to conceal his true male identity. Bruce already figured out Batgirl and Bella were one in the same, and he had to make sure that was the extent of Bruce's findings. Dick read up on all things feminine. Long hours of tutorials, magazines, movies, and TV, all with the goal of delving into his female persona. If Bruce and Dick were going to work together, Dick had to ensure Bruce saw nothing but an ultra-feminine girl. At first Dick rolled his eyes at the chick flicks, and girly articles, but after his male ego lost a few layers, he began to appreciate feminine media. He began to exclusively view himself as the female characters in romantic movies, he no longer snickered when reading, "50 sex tips to drive your man crazy." Dick habits and mannerism were being altered, he embodied his character perfectly.

There were times when Dick's self inflicted feminization scared him. I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy, Dick repeated this phrase after waking up from a sex dream where he had taken the role of the woman, and that hadn't been all he had taken. I'm a boy, I'm a boy. This practice didn't help, instead of the intended effect, Dick was reminded of the Cosmo article he'd read earlier, "How to Tell if a Boy Likes You."

Despite his feelings of isolation, Dick is committed to uncovering the identity of the man behind the human trafficking that is being facilitated by The Tortoise Anadear club. The only problem is nobody knows a damn thing, Dick has utilized all his contacts, and informants. Nobody knows anything, or they're more scared of this mystery villain, than a busty super chick. One guy had the nerve to ask for a blowjob in exchange for the information, Dick broke his arm. Dick misses Bruce, but the fact that he has not contacted him shows that Bruce is having no luck either.

Dick leaves the unconscious crook, and grapples away. Dick has gotten used to hanging out on rooftops, he finds a comfortable corner with enough light, and takes out his book. He'll read a chapter and then probably return to his apartment, this night has been a dud.

"What are you reading there, young one?" Dick looks to the sky trying to find the source of the strong, and vaguely ethnic sounding female voice. His unbelieving eyes finds Wonder Woman gently floating down to the building. Dick quickly gets to his feet, "There is no cause for alarm child, I am princess Diana of Themyscira."

Dick opens his mouth to speak but no words leave. Meeting Wonder Woman is like meeting Elvis, Cleopatra, and Nelson Mandela rolled into one. "I know, I'm.. Batgirl."

"It's nice to meet you Batgirl, come sit." Diana takes a seat, legs dangling over the side of the building, and gestures for Dick to join her. Dick obliges, making sure not to sit on his cape. "Now tell me what you're reading."

"Oh this? It's just a book, a, um, romance novel," Dick says feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.

"Tell me of it," Diana says looking off at the skyline.

"This girl, Barbara, is a maid, and she meets this guy Robert, and then, you know they fall in love. Well I assume they do, I'm not that far in, so far Barbara likes him, but he barely notices her..." Dick trails off realizing a full retelling of the story is unnecessary, "Sorry, this is embarrassing."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed over, few people properly relish romance anymore. I've read my fair share of stories of romance."

"Really?" Dick says looking up to her in disbelief. It was hard to imagine the Goddess of Truth nose deep in a novel, lost in an idealistic world of romance.

"You must remember, I grew up on a island of only women, no boys. I'm sure that's hard to imagine for you." Diana begins to giggle, and Dick, though not seeing the particular humor in the comment is so enamored with this woman, he begins to giggle too. "How is your ..Robert?"

"My Robert?" Dick says confused.

"Bruce."

Dick gasps, "You know that Bruce is.."

"Yes, didn't he tell you? Oh yes, I know Bruce ...intimately."

Dick's eyebrow raises, "Do you mean..?"

Diana turns to Dick smirking, "Indeed, it was a long time ago, early days of the League... I suppose you want to know what is was like, how he was?"

"No, no, no," Dick says, realizing what she meant.

"Oh I see, you would prefer it to be a surprise? I understand."

"No, I, uh.." Dick struggle for words. Wonder Woman was the first woman he masturbated to as a boy, and now he was having girl talk with her. And he had tits. Despite his protests, Dick had always wondered if things were... proportional with Bruce. Dick looks again at Diana, her costume is iconic, colorful, and very revealing, yet he strangly wasn't aroused, he just wondered how she had the confidence to wear something like that.

"All I'll say is that for a mortal man, he had a tremendous amount of stamina," Diana says, causing Dick to blush again. "I don't mean to make you jealous dear, that was a long time ago, and I have my Steve now."

"I'm not jeal-, it's just, I'm not..we're not," Dick stammers.

"I have to ask does he know about your situation?" Diana asks as her eyes briefly drop in the direction of Dick's seemingly flat groin.

Dick's heart drops, and he gasps, unable to form words. Oh my god, she knows, how can she know. Dick's eyes well up as he feels a flood of emotions come over him.

"Oh there, there, child," Diana says bringing Dick's head to her chest in a warm, and comforting hug, "I won't tell a soul, though it may be wise to tell Bruce." Diana suddenly pulls away and lifts Dick's chin, so they are making eye contact, "And of course you know, your status of birth doesn't make you any less a woman." Dick wants to protest, to claim his masculinity, but it seems like an impotent gesture. "Isabella, The Batgirl, is always welcome to the island of Themyscira.

Diana brings Dick into another supportive and maternal hug. "Thank you," is all Dick can manage to say. It's strange, someone else knowing something so personal, it makes Dick feel vulnerable. Stranger still is that Dick also feels a sense of freedom, of all the horrible ways Dick imagined his true nature being revealed, none of his imaginings ended in ..acceptance. Dick pulls himself away from Diana's embrace, he wipes his tears, careful not to any further smudge his makeup, and says again but more confidently, "Thank you."

"You know, whenever I'm confused I fly high into the sky so high, seeing the world as a bird does puts many things into perspective, it reveals the answers we've been looking for, but have been so far blind to. Answers a part of us, always knew. Do you have a favorite bird? I've always been partial to the eagle."

"Robin."

"A bird's eye sees all, the best of man, and the worst, but the bird is not lost to despair. A bird's eye sees all, but the bird still chooses to sing."

"A bird's eye..." Dick repeats deep in consideration, "Oh my god, I figured it out. I have to go, I have tell Bruce, Thank you Wonder Woman, Diana, you've been so helpful." Dick excitedly jumps to his feet, and gives Diana a parting side hug before gleefully gliding off the building.

"You better not hurt that sweet girl, Bruce," Diana says to herself.

End of Part 3

Author's Note: What a Wonderful part, am I right? I hope you enjoyed. The next part will be the finale, so get pumped! The next part will also be longer, better, and with more pictures. Have you determined the identity of the big bad? Tell me that or anything else in the comments.

From Boy-Wonder to Batgirl-4-Revealing and Ending
By: Kokopo618

Revealing

Dick stops on the roof of a small café in south Gotham realizing that he can't go to the Batcave because Batgirl doesn't know that place exists. Instead Dick excitedly takes out his communicator, and enters the code that Bruce provided him should he ever need to contact him. Bruce answers.

"Hey Bruce, uh, Batman, I think I'm onto something regarding, the, um, our case. can we meet?"

"Yes, I'll pick you up, I have a place I'd like to show you, where are you?"

Although he's already been, being invited to the Batcave as Batgirl is a thrill, and it solidifies the trust Bruce seems to have for Dick's feminine alter ego, it causes his heart to swell. "I'm at Caitlin's Café. Have you ever been?"

"No."

"Really, we should totally go sometime, um," Dick blushes hearing how he sounds, "It's um, on Morrison Avenue and Snyder Street." Dick turns off his communicator worried he'll further embarrass himself. Suddenly worried about his appearance, Dick takes out a small mirror, and uses the time to fix his makeup.

Soon after the Batmobile appears on the street below. Dick glide down, landing feet away. Bruce stands up and offers a hand to Dick. Dick takes Bruce's hand and is assisted gently into the vehicle. Bruce and Dick take their seats, and the roof lowers and seals above them. Bruce puts on a seat belt, and Dick follows suit, and discovers that his new boobs very much don't enjoy the tightness of the belt. Bruce is silent, causing Dick to get a little nervous.

Dick looks around the car, this is the first time he's been inside. "This is a really cool car," Dick says, trying to interrupt the silence.

"Thank you," Bruce replies.

Dick notices what he assumes is a sun visor, and pulls it down to get a look at himself in the mirror, suddenly concerned that Bruce will see through his feminine guise. An old picture falls from the visor, and lands on Dick's lap. It's a picture of Thomas and Martha Wayne, Bruce's parents. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," Bruce says, briefly glancing at the photograph, "Those are my parents."

Dick picks up the photo and examines it, "your mother, she's beautiful, I'm so sorry." Dick can feel his face tighten, his eyes begin to well up as he thinks of his own parents. Bruce and Dick both lost their parents before their time. No, he can't cry in front of Batman. "I lost my parents too," Dick says trying to maintain his composure. Then he feels a steady, and reassuring hand on his shoulder. His mind flashes back to the first time he met Bruce, he had felt as though the world was against him, and nothing could be done against the evil of existence, but Bruce was there. Bruce is always there.

The rest of the ride is silent.

"We're here." They arrive at the Batcave, and Dick tries to remember how he reacted the first time he was brought there.

"Wow, it's so big," Dick says looking around as though this is the first time he'd been there. Bruce jumps smoothly out of the car, and again offers Dick hand of assistance. Dick takes his hand, and allows himself to be lifted out of the car, and gracefully land on the cool cave floor. "Thank you."

"And who might this be?" Alfred says, approaching Dick and Bruce.

"Batgirl," Dick says giving Alfred a delicate hand shake, "but Bella is fine too."

"Ah, Bruce has told me much about you, you are are more lovely than he describes."

Dick blushes, we get it Alfred, you're a good actor, "Thank you," Dick says sweetly, showing that he has committed to the role, just as Alfred had taught him.

"You said you discovered something?" Bruce says.

"Yes, um, do you have a computer or something," Dick asks though he knows the answer. Bruce leads him to the Batcomputer. Dick begins typing, taking brief pauses in order to convincingly show that this is his first time operating such a machine. A map of Gotham appears on the large screen, "This is a map of Gotham, here is The Tortoise Anadear," Dick points to the northern part of Gotham."

"We know this," Bruce says eyes trained on the map.

"There's an auction on Sunday, where presumably the kidnapped women will be shown off and sold, but they're not at the club now, so where are they?"

"They could be anywhere in the city."

"The card you got from the owner, what did it say?" Dick asks.

"It had the time of the next meeting, and it promised exotic beauties."

"Exotic beauties? so not from Gotham, how did they get here?" Dick points to the south of Gotham, answering his own question, "The docks, which are almost exclusively the territory of Oswald Copplepot."

"The Penguin. It's a plausible theory, but the club is in the north, and Copplepot's territory it concentrated entirely in the south."

"Just like real penguins," Dick says absent-mindedly, reconsidering his theory.

"What?"

"Real penguins, all species of penguin are found south of the equator, well, except for..." Dick trails off.

"Except for what?"

"Except for Galapagos Penguin, wait a minute. Batcomputer, what is the original translation of Galapagos."

Batcomputer: "Although often incorrectly being associated with a Spanish word for saddles, the name Galapagos originally means tortoise."

"And Anadear?"

Batcomputer: "The Spanish word for waddle."

Dick smiles, "The Tortoise Anadear, The Galapagos Waddle. Penguin named his club after a dancing northern penguin, he's boasting about having a club in the middle of his enemies territories!"

Bruce leans in, further studying the map, "And his hubris will be his downfall. Excellent work, Batgirl, excellent work." Dick's smile widens, he began his heroic journey because Bruce didn't think he was ready, but now he finally was confident that Bruce saw him as he was, a hero.

Of course Dick would have preferred gaining Bruce's approval without becoming Batgirl, wearing makeup, getting a boob job, and delving headfirst into femininity for this role. But then again, it wasn't all bad, he really wore the shit out of that dress. And though he'd never admit it, even to himself, a part of him would miss the way Bruce looked at him now, with a subtle tinge of animal lust. His time as a girl would have to end though, as soon as they stopped the Penguin.

"Penguins is always looking to expand his territory, he's probably using the club as a base to spy on the northern gang leaders," Bruce begins, "and as a way to fund his northern assault, he's begun trafficking girls to the highest bidder. If penguin continue with his plan of expansion, hundreds of people will die in the ensuing gang wars."

"We'll take Penguin down," Dick says trying to sound confident, though the image Bruce paints of war in the streets frightens him.

"Can't. His money has too much sway, the court, cops, and half the city officials would be bought off or threatened."

"Okay, so we take down Penguin later, but tonight, we stop the auction, save the girls, and stop a gang war. Kill three birds with 1 batarang."

Bruce looks down to Dick, "Two batarangs." the acknowledgment making Dick's heart leap, "Now, we have an auction to attend."

"I'll go change, we can meet there," Dick smiles and minces away. Saying bye to Alfred, he borrows a Bat-bike are rides away.

~~~

Dick paces back and forth, back and forth. He looks at his closet again, as if more clothes would appear. When he first discovered his new wardrobe he thought he'd never come close to wearing everything, but now he can't find anything he likes. If this night goes well, if Bruce and him stop the auction, and save the girls, it could very well be the last time Dick appears as a girl, the last time Bruce sees Bella. He's knows it's illogical, but he wants his feminine persona to have a memorable send off. "I have literally nothing to wear," Dick says sighing.

Dick catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror, here he is obsessing over his outfit like a lovesick girl going on a date, his body is being trained everyday to become more womanly, and whether he knows it or not his thinking patterns are following suit. Dick brief moment of reflection is interrupted as he notices a hereto unseen object. It's a garment bag, attached is a note: For a special occasion -Bella. Dick must have set aside this dress during his hormone high, he didn't even notice it before now. Dick unzips the bag, and his jaw drops as he pulls out the sexiest dress he's ever laid eyes on. He can't wait to try it on.

Once the dress is on, Dick is even more awestruck. Dick struggles to even call it a dress, it's more like a collection of barely strung together pieces of fabric, all designed to create the ultimate example of feminine sex appeal. Dick has come a long way from reluctantly wearing women's clothing to now being actively excited about his alluring appearance, but he can't help it. He tells himself that he's only going all out like this because it's potentially one of the last times he'll be in this feminine role and that's true, partially.

After striking a few poses in the mirror, Dick moves on to working on his hair and makeup, he goes for a simple, classy look and by the end he is blown away by the transformation. looking in the mirror, Dick can't see a trace of the boy he used to be. As Dick looks around to see if he's forgetting anything, he suddenly hears his communicator buzzing.

"Master Dick?"

"Yeah Alfred, what's up, I'm just getting ready."

"We have a small problem, Bruce is insisting on picking up 'Bella,' which obviously present a problem because."

Dick smiles at the idea of Bruce insisting on picking him up, what a gentleman, "Because I'm staying in an apartment he owns. Okay he can pick me up, and I'll just wait in the lobby. Thanks for the heads ups."

"Don't mention it."

"Oh, and Alfred?"

"Yes, Master Dick?"

"What do you think, red lipstick, or something a little more boring?"

"I believe you've answered you're own question, sir."

"Red it is, Thanks Alfred."

"Better head to the lobby soon, ma'am, Bruce is often early."

Dick applies the red lipstick, and presses his lips together, and then opens his mouth with a satisfying pop sound. "Perfect," Dick says to himself, doing a final spin in the mirror. Bruce is going to freak, if only he knew that his sexy date and new crime fighting partner was actually a guy. Dick sighs a sad sigh, realizing that after all this is over, Bruce can never know that Dick was Bella. It makes Dick a little sad that Bruce will not know the truth, but if he did he'd probably disown him, at best. Pushing down his feelings, Dick grabs his purse, and heads for the lobby.

Dick enters the lobby, and sees the large silhouette of Bruce entering the building, but's it's not Bruce.

"Bella, you look amazing," the man says, his voice familiar, but distorted.

"..Bruce?" Dick says, looking at the man, he shared similar features to Bruce, but a different nose, sandy brown hair, and a mustache.

"Matches.. honey," Bruce goes in for a hug, and pulls Dick in close, whispering in his ear, "I figured Bruce Wayne didn't need to be there, as long as we have the card, there's no sense in connecting Bruce, and so I have assumed this character."

Dick takes a second digesting this, and the feeling of Bruce whispering in his ear causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand, "So, groping me like this, is that part of your character?"

Bruce slowly removes his hands from Dick's ass, not without a goodbye squeeze, and then offers an arm to take, "Come on, baby, we don't want to be late."

Dick sighs, but takes Bruce's arm and allows himself to be led outside. Dick can't help but be a little disappointed, he wanted to spend the night with Bruce, not Matches. Even though they were the same person, Dick didn't want Bruce to have any filters. He realized the irony, given that he was the one pretending to be something he wasn't, but when he was with Bruce he didn't feel like he was pretending. In fact, Dick only started feeling like himself when he started going out as Batgirl. Dick takes another look at Bruce, as he opens the limo door for him. Dick has to admit even in disguise, Bruce retains his handsomeness. Dick enters the limo, making sure to not flash any nearby onlookers. Dick is well aware of the sexiness of his long and supple legs as he gracefully swings them in the limo.

"How are you, Miss Bella?" Alfred asks, looking back from the drivers seat.

"I'm well," Dick says smiling, hoping his excitement isn't too noticeable, "and you?

"Splendid," Alfred replies, and Bruce enters the limo, and takes a seat next to Dick, "You know, I drove Bruce to his first date in the very limo."

"Oh really," Dick says looking immediately to Bruce to see if he had an embarrassed look, he didn't.

"Yes, I believe her name was Rachel, or something of that nature. The itinerary was a movie, and then ice cream."

"You really know how to treat a woman, dontcha Brucie?" Dick says, trying to stoke embarrassment out of the stoic man.

"I hope I'm not making you jealous, Miss Bella," Alfred says.

"No, no, I knew Bruce had a history, I've read the tabloids," Dick says, "Not really the one girl type of man.."

The so-far silent Bruce turns to Dick and says, "Depends on the girl."

Dick's heart skips a beat, maybe it was because Bruce suddenly said something, but it had an effect on Dick. Dick returns Bruce's smile.

"Did you bring your suit?"

"In here," Dick says holding up his bag.

"There's a bag of cash over there, put it in to conceal your suit."

Dick reaches over, grabs the bag of cash, "I'm not normally this type of girl," Dick says as he starts putting the bundles of cash into his bag. He sees Bruce briefly break into a grin. Victory.

As they near The Tortoise Anadear club, Dick suddenly gets nervous. What if they saw through his disguise, what would they do, what would Bruce do. Dick suddenly feels very exposed and vulnerable in his dress, he feels out of his depth, like some silly airhead. These fears are pushed away as Bruce offers a hand to help Dick out of the limo. Dick doesn't allow Bruce a shot of his panties, as he exits the limo, there's no way to avoid Bruce from getting an eyeful of his cleavage.

Bruce and Dick approach the bouncers, Dick hasn't seen them before, they must be Penguins men. Bruce keeps a possessive, and firm hand on Dick's waist, teasing the top of Dick's bubble butt. Everyone looking on would know that this fiery redhead is the property of the large man. This Matches character must be dominating with his women. Dick doesn't hate it. It makes Dick feel safe knowing he has a partner that will protect him.

The bouncers asks for their cards, Bruce shows them his, and they are a little cautious about Dick's lack of card. After Bruce does some talking, and Dick flirts a little, the bouncers begrudgingly allow them through. Not wanting any unwanted attention Dick kisses them both on the cheek, this seems to pacify the bouncers, but Bruce seems to pull Dick even closer in, as the walk in. Dick despite himself gets a little excited over the idea that Bruce got a little jealous, but that was probably just in his head. Even still, Dick decides not to use the cheek kissing move for the rest of the night, except for Bruce, if he earns it.

Bruce and Dick are lead to a back room of the club, and told that the auction will begin shortly, and they are encouraged to mingle with the other guests. It's difficult for Dick to polite to human trafficking scum, but he puts on a polite smile, and thanks the host. Bruce and Dick decide that while it will be unpleasant, mingling with the others may provide useful information.

They make their rounds around the room, making small talk, and subtly attempting to gather information. Dick without even noticing it has still not broken physical contact. Sometime Dick hangs off Bruce's arm, sometimes Bruce holds Dick tightly, sometimes it's just by the hand, but they never are without contact. Dick plays the part of a bubbly wealthy socialite. It's an easy role to fall into. Bruce on the other hand is acting nothing like his usual stoic and silent self. He's still charming, and has a magnetic quality to him, but he's simply not the same guy. Dick realizes that although the shift from a boy to a girl is more radical, he hasn't really changed that much at all. He's still himself with slight feminine mannerism, but even those mannerism are becoming natural. Seeing Bruce in character shows Dick that he hasn't really been playing a character at all. Dick's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a large door opening.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, It's a beautiful night for an auction isn't it," The Penguin says, waddling into the room and standing behind a podium, and on a overturned crate, "I'm seeing a few familiar faces, and a few news ones. This new face is particularly divine," Penguins says, pointing to Dick. Dick gets nervous, and blushing, being the center of attention is the last thing they want, curse my beauty, Dick thinks. "That face, ohh, that body too, I bet you'd go a couple million, wouldn't ya?" Penguin cackles, the sound distorted by his large, deformed nose.

Dick is offended and feels disgusted by being so easily sized up, and put a monetary value on, and that Penguin would make light of what is effectively slavery. Dick puts a hand to stop a seething Bruce, his anger is justified, but they can't make a bigger scene. Dick puts on a smile, and giggles. This satisfies Penguin who returns the smile, with an unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. Dick's skin crawls. He knows the effect he now has on men, all too well, but even still something about Penguin's dead cruel eyes undressing him, sizing him up, assigning value, and no doubt imagining all the things he'd do to him, disturbs Dick to his cure. He is again thankful for the presence of Bruce. He knows that Bruce would never let Penguin or anyone take advantage of him, and that thought calms Dick enough to smile politely and take a seat.

As Penguin explains how the auction will be run, Dick plays the part of a bored girlfriend who couldn't care less about her man's work. Dick gets closer and closer to Bruce until he is basically sitting in his lap, his slender arms hanging gently around Bruce's neck, essentially straddling him. Though appearing oblivious, and uninterested, Dick is listening to every word. It is revealed that the girls aren't actually there, they are still being held at the docks. This is because Penguin is selling these girls by the shipping container. Again Dick pushes down his anger and disgust at the people behind this, and tries to focus on the mission. Thankfully Penguin isn't shy about announcing the location of the shipping containers and the number of occupants. Both useful pieces of information that Dick notes.

Earlier Bruce had told Dick to wait for his signal before making their move, the signal turned out to be a sudden kiss on the neck, that caused Dick to let out a brief feminine moan, and a grope of his right breast causing an encore girlish moan of pleasure. Dick takes the "signal" with an eyeroll, and excuses himself to the little girls room.

Another one of Penguins men is guarding the door of the ladies room. Dick approaches the large dark man.

"Excuse me sir, I need to freshen up."

"I'm not supposed to let you in with a bag, sugar," the guard says, not even hiding the fact that's he's staring at Dick's admittedly apparent cleavage.

"Oh, I have my card," Dick says, turning up the bimbo factor a couple notches. Dick pulls out the card he'd grabbed from Bruce while he was straddling him. Dick begins to hold up the card, but then drops it behind him on purpose. Dick bends over, making sure the guard get a generous views of his immaculately rounded rear. Dick slowly comes up, and turns to face the guard with a vapid smile on his face, Dick pouts his lip, "Now can I go in, sir?"

"Sure, sugar, call me Marcus, and holler if you ..need something," the guard says leaving nothing up to the imagination by what he means by needing something. Dick resists the urge to slap this guy, and instead he smiles, and minces into the bathroom with his bag thinking; men are so easy to fool.

Dick, once around the corner immediately unzips his bag, pulls over his dress, and put his Batgirl suit on. While pulling the cowl on, Dick takes special care not to disrupt his hair too much, he'd worked on his hair for too long to screw it up. Dick checks if he smeared any makeup, and after a touch up, he cracks his knuckles. Ready.

"Oh Marcus," Dick says loud enough for him to hear, "I need your help..."

Dick positions around the corner. Marcus eagerly enter the bathroom, "I knew you were down, when you showed off that booty, are you ready to take this big-" Dick cuts the guy off with a blow to the side of the face, knocking the horny man out cold. Dick catches his large body, to not cause too much of a sound. Dick silently exits the bathroom. Thankfully Penguin keeps his guards close to him. Dick is able to see the auction proceeded from a distance. There are four men surrounding Penguin. Dick can't take them out on his own, he needs Bruce.

Dick gets closer, and readies a smoke grenade from his belt. The throws the grenade, and quickly leaps to action, taking down the nearest guard, and smoke envelopes the room. Dick can see the shadow of Bruce join him in the fight, the smoke allowing Bruce to break character unseen. When the smoke clears, the guards are strewn about the room, unconscious. The would-be bidders are scurrying about the room looking for an exit. Those left standing are Batman, Batgirl, and the Penguin.

"Batman!" Penguins yells the anger, and hate palpable in his spitting voice, "and who's this bitch?"

This time Dick doesn't stop Bruce. Bruce throws the little man against a wall, beating on him briefly, before he collapses.

"Thank you," Dick says to Bruce, smiling joyfully from victory.

"Anytime. The police are on their way, we should go to the docks."

"Yes, let's go," Dick says, strangely glad that the mission isn't over so soon, "Do you think this will stick to Penguin?"

"Probably not, but it will slow him down, annoy him, certainly. The publicity will have him rethink his northern expansion. You should be very proud, you saved many lives today."

Dick blushes, and is thrilled at Bruce's praise, but still disappointing "But we haven't stopped him?"

"Not tonight. In this line of work you have to take the wins. You did great work."

Dick again blushes, and follows Bruce outside, and into the Batmobile. Bruce and Dick ride to the docks. They find the women where Penguin said they'd be, they are unguarded, chained up like livestock, in shipping containers. Bruce and Dick split up to release the girls. Dick is horrified by the sight of women, who frankly look like him, being so dehumanized. He pushes his fear away, and releases them all with haste. The police arriving on the scene soon after every woman is released. Bruce and Dick watch the girls being assisted by the police from a far. The girls will be returned to the families, some in other countries, other states, and some local. The girls are safe, a gang war has been avoided, and Penguin has been dealt a significant blow. Bruce reminds Dick of the accomplishment, but Dick still feels unsatisfied. Perhaps it's the fact that this will likely be the last time, he and Bruce will work together in a while. Dick had already decided that after this would settle, he'd lay low, until he can reverse his boob job, and return as Dick. And he still wanted to do that, but...

Bruce interrupts Dick's thoughts, apparently he needs to leave, but he leans in telling Dick to meet on the roof of Caitlin's Cafe in an hour, whispering, "We have something of great import to discuss."

Dick worries for a second. Great import? Does that mean Bruce knows? And then something inside Dick clicks.

Ending

Dick looks out to the skyline. It's nearing sunrise. Gotham is a uniquely un-beautiful city, but during sunrise Gotham is beautiful. Dick remembers the romance novel he's reading. There was a scene like this, at sunrise. In the Book, the scene is quite dramatic, as most of the scenes in the book are. The sunrise represents a new beginning, a calm after a storm, blossoming love. Dick knows it's not a terribly original concept, the figurative use of sunrises have been done to death in all mediums, and yet Dick remembers crying at the scene. Hopefully this scene will go differently.

Dick hears a quiet rustling behind him, Bruce is here, right on time. Dick doesn't turn, instead he lets Bruce approach him from behind.

"It's a gorgeous view, isn't it?" Dick says sweetly.

"Sometimes I get so focused on the mission, I forget to appreciate the beauty..." Bruce says, his voice not as gravely and stoic as usual. Although they are discussing the view, Dick can tell that Bruce's eyes are trained on him, and not the sunrise, "The view is breathtaking."

The hair on the back of Dick's neck stands up, It's a strange feeling, Dick's never felt very special, but now with Bruce, he feels beautiful.

"You knew the whole time didn't you?" Dick turns and looks up to Bruce, trying to face the situation head on. He's terrified.

"Not the whole time, Alfred sent you on your journey without telling me," Bruce says with no clear emotion displayed on his face.

"When did you know?" Dick says still scared of how this encounter will end. He will probably disowned, Bruce probably thinks he's a sissy freak.

"You took my bike, used my caches, lived in my apartment, used my money to buy a whole new wardrobe. I have trackers, sensors, cameras, and-"

"You don't have any cameras in the apartment, do you?" Dick interrupts fearing that Bruce has been watching him feminize himself, not to mention his adventures in pleasuring himself.

Bruce doesn't answer, but continues, "I tested your blood, remember, and it matched the blood of Dick Grayson, though the hormone levels were that of a healthy young woman."

"I'm not a woman," Dick says weakly, it's a hard line to deliver when every indication points to the contrary.

Bruce ignores Dick's defense, "And then of course, I saw you at the club, I recognized you immediately, you were stunning."

Dick blushes despite himself, but the compliment puts him a little at ease, "You knew, but you acted like you were trying to pick me up, you were just playing with me, weren't you?"

"I admit it was enjoyable watching you squirm and mince around in that tight little dress."

Dick's blush deepens. He feels a tingle go down his spine, and his nipples harden, "The Batman, playing around? Isn't that a little out of character."

"I find myself doing many out of character things around you," Bruce says. Why is Bruce talking to me like this, he knows I'm a guy, but he's still flirting with me. And why am I going along with it? Why do I like it? "You chose the name Bella of all names, why?"

"Oh do you like it? I was originally going to chose Vagina Grayson," Dick replies unable to resist using his flirty feminine talents.

Bruce laughs at the joke, a strange sight in his intimidating Batman costume.

"First you're playing, and now you're laughing, a lot of firsts for you, huh?"

Bruce grins looking down at the effeminates former boy. Bruce looks for any trace of the male apprentice he trained, but finds none. Bruce only sees a curvaceous, and busty red head squeezed in a skin tight suit, he sees his tastefully made-up face, and his wet inviting lips, oh those lips. "Speaking of firsts..."

Bruce leans down, but is stopped by Dick's dainty hand on his pushing gently against his chest.

Oh my god, Dick thinks, he's about to kiss me, he thinks I wanted to be a girl, no I'm a boy, I'm a boy. Dick's eyes meet Bruce's. Suddenly his mental protests falter, "...wait," He says meekly, his eyes dropping to the ground. His eyes look back up, "Oh, Batman..."

"Batgirl.. I have waited long enough," Bruce leans in again, and with greater intent. Dick's hand moves from Bruce's chest to around his neck. He parts his soft lips, and stands on the tips of his toes. The next sensation is the satisfying pressure of Bruce's warm lips on his, Dick closes his eyes, opening his mouth to accept Bruce's exploring tongue. Waves of pleasure reverberate throughout Dick's femininized body, electrifying his nerves, and unlocking deeply repressed feelings.

Bruce gently pulls Bella closer by the waist, and Isabella Grayson, The Batgirl, swoons in the firm embrace of her love.

"Holy hot lips, Batman!"

THE END

Epilogue:
Bella glides to her apartment window, she stealthily opens the window, and enters. She sighs a satisfied sigh, and removes her cowl. She sashays into her apartment, humming to herself, her mind swimming with happiness. Her mind flashes to the memory of Bruce and her on that rooftop. She picks up her phone, one new message: Hello Bella, this is Dr. Tommy Elliot, personally asking for confirmation of your appointment. Sexual reassignment surgery is a life-changing operation, it would be totally understandable if you reconsidered. If you're ready to take the leap, text confirm.
Dick puts down his phone, and takes a seat. He runs a hand through his hair, and looks out the window. Bella picks up the phone, and begins typing.

Author's Note: Ohhh boy, a romantic ending, and an ambiguous epilogue, you gotta love it. And I hope you did love the end of the story. I don't have a sequel planned, but who knows. Do you want more? was this good? Do you have an idea for a sequel? You tell me. Comment. And truly thank you so much for reading, I appreciate it very much. Shout out to Laika and Amethyst who correctly guessed the identity of the villian.