This choice: Someone familiar to Batman readers. • Go Back...Chapter #5Someone familiar to Batman readers. by: JackHalf   (Apparently, Steven was SO ill-informed about comic books that he mixed up what Universe he was actually ending up in.)
Completely disoriented by his tumbling fall through the gaseous, swirling void, Steven was FINALLY able to get some sense of where he was as he fell through the glowing disk. Unfortunately, as he fell through, he was horrified to find that he had emerged a couple of stories off the ground, within a poorly lit warehouse of some kind.
Arms and legs flailing, his wild eyes spotted a woman laying spread-eagle on her back, arms and legs fully extended directly below him. He barely had time to take in that she was wearing a skin-tight, grey bodysuit, a blue cowl or mask and cape, and yellow gloves and high-heeled knee boots. She had long red hair spilling out from beneath her headgear, and her blue eyes looked just as wide and surprised as his were.
As he fell oh so quickly toward her, Steven could see that her wrists and ankles were held fast by thick metal bands securing her to a flat circular table or platform of some kind. With no way of controlling or halting his fall, he yelped as he fell face first into the prone woman.
Rather than feel the pain of the impact, his senses all went completely dark, with him losing all sense of where and who he was. Unable to speak, act, or do damn near anything, he found himself shrouded in inky nothingness for what seemed like an eternity.
He gasped as he suddenly found himself feeling and having sensation once more! Eyes snapping open, his body tensed, as he tried and failed to sit up. He immediately knew he was on his back, but everything felt wrong. His head was throbbing, and he could feel his body aching as if he were bruised and slightly battered. He tried to move his arms and legs, only to find that they were securely fastened in place.
As he got his bearings, he became aware that bruising and positioning were he least of his problems. Something was on his head, some kind of mask. Looking down, he could see a pair of large breasts, a tight grey fabric clinging to their curvatures rising and falling with every breath he took. Some sort of winged emblem or sign was emblazoned on that chest.
Lifting his head, he could feel, and see, locks of red hair affixed to his head. He flexed and tested his bonds, opening and closing thin, delicate new fingers within yellow, finned gauntlets. He pushed and pulled with his legs, as he twisted his ankles and watched a pair of silly, high heeled booted feet move under his control.
Finally, despite his disorientation and limited comic book knowledge, he realized what his predicament was. "Oh my God...I'm in Batgirl's body and I'm trapped!!!"
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