This choice: Cassandra Cain (Batgirl II | Black Bat) • Go Back... In no time flat, the suit was modified per Bruce's specifications. The material was maleable, based on Plastic Man's DNA. The nanobots inside the prototype allowed Bruce to program the appearance of it. Once the suit was ready, it popped out of a chute and landed in a slot near his chair.
Bruce picked up the bodysuit. His hand made contact with the hyperrealistic false skin, which felt extremely odd. He held it up by its shoulders, examining it. The prototype had taken on a female form. The computer had taken the liberty of making it anatomically correct, meaning it was capable of bodily functions just like a normal human body. The thought of it hooking up to him like that was unnerving, but this was what had to be done to keep Gotham safe.
The Dark Knight sealed the Batcave, making sure Alfred and no one else could get in or out while he was doing this. The less people that knew about his mission, the better. The last thing he needed was for them to try and talk him out of it or try to involve themselves. The League of Assassins were his business, not theirs. He had a personal stake in making sure they stayed out of his city.
Bruce glared at the suit for a moment, eventually sighing and opening the seam in the back. He knew once he put it on, he was fully committing to going undercover. No turning back.
Carefully, Bruce slid his bare foot into the suit's leg, the oddly warm fleshy material giving him goosebumps. Most would think that there was no way a man as big as Bruce Wayne would fit inside such a small suit, but the combination of metahuman DNA and advanced technology went to work. As soon as his feet were jammed inside the suit's feet, each toe barely fitting in the suit's digits respectively, they tightened. He watched as his feet were compacted to fit perfectly inside, the nanobots connecting the nerves of the suit to his own.
He wiggled his toes, feeling the cold floor of the Batcave underneath his bare feet. The suit felt exactly like it was his own skin! This was per his design and exact specifications, but to see it in practice and feel it for himself, it was incredible. His mind raced with ideas for potential improvement and other uses aside from undercover operations but he had to set those thoughts aside.
Back to the task at hand.
Bruce hoisted the suit up over his shins and knees, again watching as his bulky muscular legs shrank and slimmed down, becoming one with the suit's effeminate hairless legs. His strong thighs trading their bulk for ample shape, fat rearranging and shifting to create a more girlish appearance. Soon enough, his entire legs were encased in the suit. He was now significantly shorter.
"No going back now..."
Bruce muttered.
The World's Greatest Detective dreaded the next part.
He gazed at the suit's genitals, wondering if this would even work. If the suit managed to contort his legs into its shape, why would his dick be any different?
Hesitantly, he raised the suit over his own genitals and rear, the material suctioning his member into a slot somewhere before compressing it down flat.
"MMF!"
An unexpected wave of pleasure rocked the caped crusader. Did he program it to do that? He felt all... tingly.
The suit's slit rested firmly against his crotch. A curious finger probed the area surrounding it, only confirming the skin felt like his own. It didn't feel like he was wearing a suit at all.
Simultaneously, the butt of the suit compressed the muscular ass of the Batman into the still voluptuous but more curvy and girlish behind of Cassandra Cain.
From the waist down, Bruce was a woman.
No point in wasting time. Might as well finish up.
Bruce yanked the suit over his large torso, the material sucking against his rock hard abs and cinching his waist inward. His mass shrank down as he inserted his arms into the suit. He grunted, feeling hot all of the sudden in his nether regions. The suit snapped against his nipples, connecting them to the breasts in an instant. He felt every slight movement and jiggle that came with them.
His huge bicep deflated and shrank as his arms became slender to match the body of the suit. His meaty hands compressing down into dainty palms and digits.
Finally, Bruce pulled the mask over his face.
The suit shrank his neck down, restricting his vocal chords so his voice would only come out as Cassandra's. Her face replaced his own, his manly Wayne features being overridden by Cass's soft chin, small nose, and pouty lips.
As soon as the mask finished merging with its wearer, the seam on the back mended itself shut, leaving no evidence of an opening ever being there.
Just as it sealed, a wave of euphoria washed over the former Dark Knight.
"This... this feeling..?"
Bruce blushed. Wait a second. Since when did Bruce Wayne ever blush?
"I didn't program it... to... to..."
Bruce's knees buckled as his crotch heated up. His nipples hardened. Every single nanobot was on fire. The final fusing process was well underway. Once over, there was going to be no distinguishing Bruce Wayne from Cassandra Cain down to the genetic level. All of which was according to plan. He didn't want his cover to be blown by something as arbitrary as a DNA test. But... he didn't engineer the suit to make the fusing process to be so.... sexual. Perhaps it was a side effect of a male wearing a female suit? He'd need to look into when he found the time. Besides, he was about to get a whole lot of field testing out of this thing.
"Hrnnng!"
Bruce grabbed the sides of her head, unable to handle the unbearable pleasure his body was putting him through. His estrogen levels increased significantly to be more in line with Cass's physiology, his brain chemistry altering.
"Cassandra" collapsed.
The suit completed its process, causing her to endure an orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
Bruce panted on the floor, regaining her bearings. Sweat rolling down her supple hairless skin.
She scampered back to her feet, finding Cassandra's batsuit and taking it off the mannequin. She suited up immediately, quickly slipping into the lacy black bra and panty set the Batcomputer provided. She was half certain they were Selina's she left behind after a night together.
Bruce suited up into the Black Bat and set off to find the League of Assassins.
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