Duella Dent, Mistress of the Magical Masks

Part 2 of 2

Batgirl, since she was the one with control over the masks, was able to control what the wearers did. Joker's Daughter and Catwoman's Daughter were told to get into the car and wait there for further instructions. Batgirl then reached into her weapons belt to search for the Bat alert transmitter. As much as she'd studied the original Batgirl, she still had almost no idea what goodies were available for her use in the belt. In the third pouch she checked, she found both the alert box and a small vial of knockout gas. This saved her the trouble of going back into the house later. Pressing the alert button on the box, Batgirl saw a red light come on and felt a soft vibration of the machine working.

In the Batcave, a red light started flashing on a panel labeled with Robin, Batgirl, GCPD, JLA, and UN. Each entry had a light above it, and the light flashing was above Batgirl's name. There was also a loud alarm clanging, to alert anyone in the cave to check the panel. At this moment, there was no one in the Batcave to either hear or see the alarm. Both Bruce Wayne and his butler, Alfred, were upstairs in the Wayne estate. Dilligent detective that he was, Batman left nothing to chance, and if ever the alarm went off in the Batcave and wasn't secured within two minutes, a sound similar to, but not identical to, a phone ringing started in the mansion. If ever there were guests in the mansion, they would think a phone was ringing, whereas Bruce and Alfred knew someone needed help. Bruce heard the distinctive ring while he was reading in his den, and signaled to Alfred that he was on it. Bruce made a quick trip to the hidden elevator down to the Batcave, then secured the alarm after noting the geographic coordinates being sent by Batgirl's alarm.

Each time Bruce put on his Batman costume, he gave brief notice to the thought that this could be the last time he'd do so. He was not a super powered hero with invulnerability like his friend, Superman. No, he was a frail human, with a bit more wits and a lot more survival skills than your average person. His skill had brought him home to the Batcave an untold number of times over the years. It was with pride, then, that Batman finished donning his costume. The remote starter for the Batmobile had been activated before he started changing, and by the time he was ready to hop in and take off in search of his distressed compatriot, the vehicle was warmed and all systems checked via computer for operability. Noting no discepancies, Batman put the car into gear and went down the tunnel leading out of the Batcave at a breakneck pace. When a course is both known and eminently familiar, and it is known that there are no other vehicles present, all caution can be cast asside.

It took less than thirty minutes to get to the part of Gotham's suburbs that the alert signal was originating from. The GPS-driven moving map display on the dash of the Batmobile had led Batman to the spot unerringly. As the Batmobile approached the house, Batman saw Batgirl standing next to a car parked in the driveway. Due to the tinting of the windows in the car, he could tell there were occupants in the car, but not how many or if they were active. Batgirl gave him a thumbs up signal, implying that the situation had calmed. The Batmobile was parked on the side of the road, and Batman got out to join Batgirl.

Batgirl walked up to Batman and met him at the end of the driveway. There were no obvious signs to Batman that any skulldudgery was afoot. Batgirl thanked him for coming so quickly, then told Batman there was an ulterior motive for her hitting the alarm. "As near as you can tell, I am Batgirl, right, Batman?" she asked him.

Batman wondered just where this could be leading, and responded with both a nod and a curt, "Yes."

"Well then, you're in for a bit of a surprise," Batgirl said. "My real name is Duella Dent. I'm sure you recognize the last name. Two Face hasn't been seen for quite a few years, but I have come onto the scene in my own unique way. Watch." Batgirl removed her cowl, then pulled off the red wig. Duella looked briefly like a bald woman, but as her magic took hold, the form of a mask was seen, then it was unzipped and Duella's own face and brown hair became evident.

"Do you see, Batman? I have the the power to change into almost anyone I desire via the masks I control. Let me show you some other examples of my work." Still seeing no cause for alarm, Batman observed without raising his alert level. Duella went to the car and opened the left rear door, motioning for the occupants to come out. Batman watched as both Joker's Daughter and Catwoman's Daughter emerged from the car. They followed Duella almost as if they were in a trance. As the group approached Batman, Duella remaked almost casually, "These two have been spotted creating havoc in the immediate area recently. Only, it wasn't exactly these two. Ladies, let's show Batman what we've been up to this evening."

Batman cut in, "You mean these two mischief makers have been here together all evening? I'd heard earlier that they were never seen at the same time before, giving the impression that one person was playing the role of each daughter."

"Actually, Batman, your observation is correct," Duella responded. "Until this evening, that is."

Turning to face Joker's Daughter, Duella asked, "Who are you, really?"

Joker's Daughter laughed, then twisted her mouth into a horrenduous grin. "I'm Joker's Daughter! Just who did you think I was?"

As she turned to Batman, Duella said, "Now, watch." She made a brief wave of a hand over Joker's Daughter's head, then pulled off the green fright wig to reveal what appeared to be a white full head mask. A zipper appeared, and the mask was unzipped and removed from her head. After the wig cap had been removed, long red hair spilled down over her shoulders.

Batman gaped, then said, "Is that the actual Batgirl?"

"Yes indeed, Batman. My mask had her appearing as, and believing herself to be, Joker's Daughter. Now, let me introduce you to Catwoman's Daughter."

The young female feline was led to a point in front of Batman. "Tell Batman who you are, my dear," said Duella.

As she hissed and meowed, the buxom, younger version of Catwoman said, "I am Catgirl, the daughter of Selina Kyle, the Catwoman! Don't you forget it!"

"Shall we see who is really under that cowl, Batman?" Duella asked, then continued, "Go ahead, take off her cowl. I'll hold her arms so she can't scratch your eyes out while you're doing so." Batman carefully reached behind Catgirl's head, then pulled the cowl up and forward to remove it. The beautiful young lady with long black hair glared at him. Duella did her little wave, then told Batman to remove her wig. Batman was astounded to see what appeared to be a very realistic female face mask under the wig. After watching what Duella had done with Joker's Daughter, he then reached behind Catgirl and unzipped the mask. As it was pulled off, a familiar face looked back at him.

"Robin?!?" Batman cried out.

Robin looked down to see the getup he was in, then said, "Batman, what's going on?"

Duella answered, as Batman stared in awe at his young male assistant. "I had originally hoped to convince the Justice League of America that my talents would be of use to them. That's why I arranged this little demonstration. But I'm starting to think I make a pretty good Batgirl, wouldn't you agree, Batman? I think, therefore, I'll end this little charade where it is right now, and by the way, Batman, I doubt you'll be going back to the JLA." Duella, in a flash, brought her hand into Batman's face and squirted the knockout gas from the vial out of her utility belt. In a smooth motion, she continued the blast of the gas into th faces of her earlier victims. As all three dropped to the ground, Duella continued her statement, "No, Batman, I doubt the JLA would have any need for Catwoman in their ranks! Ha, ha, ha!"

It was now getting dark, and Duella had no fear that any prying eyes would see her toting three costumed bodies into her house. Joker's Daughter was left in her original room, with her mask and wig replaced. She was left on the bed, facing the mirrored ceiling. Catwoman's Daughter was brought to her room, and again, her mask, wig and cowl were replaced. She was seated at the dressing table, so that the first thing she'd see upon opening her eyes was a huge mirror. Batman was pulled into yet another room, and after being stripped of his costume, was tied securely to a large metal chair.

Duella had prepared a mask for this eventuality, but not a costume. She looked at the materials she had on hand, then decided some changes would have to take place. The Catwoman of old had worn black costumes all her life. Duella had very little black spandex left, though. What she did have a good supply of was the royal purple she'd utilized in crafting the pants of the Joker's Daughter costume. This would form the basis for the new costume she would make. In the two hours it would take her to fabricate the complete costume, the gas was sure to wear off, so Duella went to each of the rooms to check on their occupants before she sat down at the sewing table. Joker's Daughter and Catwoman's Daughter were each awake, and had obviously seen their reflections, so Duella merely commanded them to relax and wait for her to return. Batman, on the other hand, was awake and writhing in his bonds. Duella gave him another blast of knockout gas, enough to keep him under for at least three hours.

Duella searched through her costume pieces collection, pulling each item she thought she'd need once the sewing was was completed. With everything at hand, Duella went to work on creating the purple catsuit. Even allowing for the stretch of the spandex, she decided that some work would be needed for the chest area, since she wanted this to stand out when finished. The zipper that she knew had to go in the back could be hidden by hair, so she wasn't too concerned about hiding it with a flap. Finally, after a near record construction time brought about through years of practice, the costume was ready.

Duella went back to Batman's room with a bundle in her hands. She untied him from the chair, then laid him out on the bed. Much as she had prepared Robin's body earlier, she went to work on feminizing Batman's very male physique. His penis was secured then covered by panties. A really strong corset was wrapped around his chest and waist. Slowly but surely, the laces were pulled tighter and tighter. When this was done, his body was flipped back over on its back. Two absolutely huge silicone inserts were placed into the breast supports of the corset, then the purple catsuit was brought out. Duella had no concern about body hair this time around, because no flesh would be visible, and the magic would take care of it regardless.

The legs of the unitard were pulled over the feet and then legs of Batman. His heavily muscled calves and thighs stood out as the spandex clung closely, but Duella knew this would change. Getting the rest of the catsuit up over his chest was not easy, since he was inert, but she made do, and soon had it on and zipped up. She grinned at seeing how well his breasts stood out in front. She had crafted the chest of the unitard almost perfectly. The thigh high, stiletto heeled black boots were then put onto his feet and legs, and zipped tightly into pace. The arch they put his feet into was phenominal, making even his hard male calves look good. They would soon look outstanding, Duella knew.

After the shoulder length black gloves were pulled onto his arms, Duella pulled out the mask she'd selected. It exuded femininity. The shape of the eyes, the exquisite nose, the tiny mouth with perfect lips all suggested a model of female perfection. Duella had worn it once to enter a beauty contest, but lost out to an astoundingly incredible young woman who had a build suggesting she was born on Paradise Island. Duella carefully pulled the mask over Batman's head, then zipped it shut. A waist length black wig was placed over the bald dome of the mask, then finally, the purple cowl was pulled down over the wig and face. Its neck was pulled down and tucked into the top of the catsuit, giving the impression of a single piece costume. Stepping back to inspect her handiwork, Duella was pleased. Then she snapped her fingers, remembering the one item she'd forgotten. She came back in moments with a twenty foot long bullwhip, which she coiled and then stuck into the top of the left boot.

Her job completed, Duella put her own Batgirl mask back on, then the red wig. As she willed it into reality, the mask became her real face. She pulled the cowl back into place, then went to collect her minions. Joker's Daughter had actually fallen asleep, and was roused from her stupor by Batgirl softly shaking her shoulder. Catwoman's Daughter was found preening for herself in front of her mirror. Duella wondered just how long that could have been going on, but was pleased at seeing the way she was adapting to her new identity. The two were led by Duella back to Batman's room.

After they were led inside, Duella approached the seated figure of a royal purple clad woman with her head hanging down. Smelling salts were waved under her nose, and in moments her eyes fluttered open. The first thing Batman saw as he opened his eyes was a huge purple boob completely filling his field of view. Then he remembered something he'd heard, how long ago, before he'd been gassed. He looked up as if to ask what was going on, but was greeted by a mirror directly in front of his face. He saw the face of Catwoman looking back at him, and at that moment, became a she. Her mask, as beautiful as it had looked, faded into a face that in reality looked even more beautiful. The hard muscles of her body became well toned, smooth muscles, with gentle curves forming into the shape of a female idol. The large hands within the clawed gloves shrank to a more petite size, with elegantly shaped fingers. The bulge that had been showing in the crotch before became smooth with evidence of an indentation. The hard outline of the corset disappeared, her body taking on an incredibly small waist of its own, and atop her bulbous breasts, hard nipples appeared.

As the mirror dropped from view, Catwoman saw the three women standing in the room. "Meowwwrrrr, am I glad to see you here, Catgirl. But why is Batgirl here with you?" Catgirl minced over to 'her mom' and gave her a tight hug.

Batgirl said, "I was just trying to make sure you all got back together again. I won't be staying to get in your way. Good bye, ladies. Have fun!" With that, Batgirl turned and left the room posthaste.

"I see no need to have you hanging around, Jokestress," said Catwoman. "If you have nothing to add to our reunion, get out of here!"

"That's Joker's Daughter to you, you overendowed lioness. I have no need what so ever to stay in your presence!" She turned and left, laughing uproariously all the way to the front door.

Duella had left no instructions for her masked changees, so they were free to act on their own. She continued for a bit as Batgirl, but grew tired of that after a while, and no one knows what masks the Mistress of the Masks has been hiding under lately. Joker's Daughter has gone on to raise even more mayhem than her older male namesake. Catwoman has become famous, well, make that infamous, for her wily methods of avoiding the law. It almost seems that she has had advanced training in hand to hand skills, an incredible survival instinct, and an extensive resourse of information.

Oh, did I forget to mention that Duella had made one more change in the Batman Family? You see, it would be difficult for Selina and Kitty Kyle to live in Wayne, no that's right, it's now Kyle, Manor and operate out of the Catcave if Alfred the butler was still around. Another mask had been put to use. The keeper of the house is now a cute young French Maid going by the name of Antoinette....

This is the last part of a two part story by Steve Zink. He has more stories on my page. Including X-Men, Legion of Superheroes and Superman/Lois Lane Fanfics. Email him about this cool concept.