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"It begins the same way every night. I'm in a caf?, chatting with a bunch
of high school girls. My voice is high pitched, and my articulation is on
there level. I move my hands about as I speak, and they appear small and
dainty. Though I never see my face, it is implied that I'm one of them."
"Wait, you mean in this dream you're a girl."
"Yes."
Robin took a minute to absorb this, and then told him to go on.
"I hear this ring tone, and reach into my breast pocket to pick up a pink
cellular phone."
"When you do this, do you feel yourself touch a breast?"
He gave Robin an annoyed glare.
"The person on the phone tells me to come home, so I get up to leave. The
other girls urge me to stay. One offers to walk with me but I say no. I
don't know why."
"Soon I'm walking through a dark alley. I hear a noise. I'm terrified.
After I wake up I realize it is the sound of my grappling gun launching
its hook. Yet I don't realize this at the time. I walk faster, and then
look behind me. A man is swinging down on a grappling line, towards me.
His cape is spread out in the wind, creating a bat shaped silhouette."
"I run in terror. He grabs me in mid swing. Then he launches into a wall,
and he begins tearing my clothes off then?"
Robin is starring with a bizarre look of anticipation.
"I wake up."
Hearing this kills Robin's excitement.
"So what does it mean?"
Damn, Robin thought. He wants an answer on the spot (as usual). Recurring
nightmares were nothing new to Bruce Wayne. In his sleep, he'd been
reliving the deaths of his parents and the second Robin for years. Plus
between Scarecrows psychotropic drugs and Poison Ivy's neuropath enzymes
they'd both dreamt things that would make Rob Zombie pee his pants.
Dreaming about being a care free girl that is about to get raped by his
male self was almost a relief in comparison. Still After two months of
having this dream Bruce at least wanted to know what it was about. This
unfortunately meant doing the unthinkable and telling someone else what's
going on in his mind.
Robin had studied psychology, but not formally, and only for the purpose
of profiling and predicting the movements of criminals. Batman knew much
more, on the subject, than he did. Still if Bruce could diagnose his own
problems he wouldn't be having these dreams.
Robin ran through different possibilities in his mind. He could be a
cross dresser. He could be a narcissist with domination fantasies. Then
the obvious, (yet complicated) answer hit him.
"Well," said Robin, "first I think you've worked so hard to build your
stoic, intimidating Batman persona that the only way you can imagine
yourself as innocent or vulnerable is by placing yourself in the role of
another person. That said you probably just feel overwhelmed by the
pressure of maintaining that stoic intimidating persona."
Batman seemed to think about this.
"It's just stress Bruce. No human being can be perfect all the time. But
you think that if you let your guard down, the Joker will pop up from
behind a rock or something."
Robin rolled his eyes in disbelief as Batman started looking behind
various rocks in the Batcave. It was clear his mentor was loosing his
mind.
Finally he began to speak. "I think you're right Robin. However this is
more troublesome than you realize."
"Yeah, stress is a killer. But a vacation should help a lot. We could get
Nightwing to look after the city for a few days."
"You don't understand." Bruce then paused, looking for the best way to
explain.
"Once I spoke to a Shaman of native American tribe. He showed me this
frightening mask, and explained how when he put it on he could channel
the spirit in the mask to drive away sickness and disease. I don't
believe in possession, but when he put on the mask he, and all the
tribesmen honestly believed that he became a different creature. More
amazing the healing rituals actually worked. Later some brat who wondered
in from a tour group put on the mask and acted silly with it. After that
the mask lost all its power. They burned it in a ceremony. The Shaman
lost his position and his apprentice had to take his place."
"To me, my cowl is like that Shamans mask. When I wear it, I'm Batman."
"In addition, as Bruce Wayne, I'm a billionaire whose company controls
about 2/5 of the jobs in Gotham. I can get away with being a playboy or a
womanizer, but even that isn't relaxing. It's just another role to
maintain. I need to keep secrets, keep track of the lies I tell, avoid
disgrace, and have stock responses ready for paparazzi. Sometimes it's
harder than being Batman."
"That must be why, in the dream you create a persona that doesn't have
the responsibilities of either one. It's a character that can't fight,
and doesn't run a company. Pity you can't just live as her for a few
weeks."
Then an oddly thoughtful expression crossed Bruce's face. "I'm going to
have to think about this."
"Hey Bruce," asked Robin. "Since we're being open, can I ask you about
one of my dreams?"
"Is it the sex dream with Poison Ivey?"
"How did you now about it?"
"I'm Batman."
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A day passed since that strange talk with Bruce. Robin had just finished
school and entered Wayne manor through the side entrance. It was meant as
a servant's entrance but the humongous front gates to the mansion were
awfully intimidating. Besides, he could grab some food if he passed
through the kitchen.
This was a true test of the ninjutsu skills Bruce had passed on to him.
Alfred detested snacking between meals so to avoid the butler and get his
snack he needed to be quick and stealthy. He'd entered the kitchen
soundlessly, succeeded in chocking down three whole cookies and was just
drinking his milk when Alfred rushed in. "Master Drake! Come quickly."
Barely managing not to spit out his milk Robin followed the butler to the
old grandfather clock that was the secret entrance to the batcave. He
rushed down the archaic stone staircase, expecting to find just about
anything. Anything except what he actually saw.
The cave was bathed in artificial light. At the center of it all was
Bruce. He was dressed in a green apron, yellow latex gloves, and a pollen
mask. Carrying a spray water bottle in one hand and pruning sheers in
another, he walked around what appeared to be a tiny vine that somehow
supported a nine foot tall flower that had yet to blossom. The lime green
plant was not even potted or planted, but grew out of a big pile of dirt
that had been unceremoniously dumped on the cave floor. To the side was a
desk containing a laptop, an assortment of bioengineering utensils and
strangest of all, the confiscated research journals of the currently
incarcerated villain known as Poison Ivey.
Tim Drake turned back to Alfred in confusion.
"Master Tim, would you please be as kind as to tell Master Bruce that he
has lost his bloody mind."
"Oh Tim," said Bruce. "Grab some sheers and cut at any brown leafs you
see. Also bring me one of those bags of manure over their, he said
pointing to a ford pickup truck. Tim was relieved that Bruce didn't drive
the batmobile to home depot.
"What are you doing Bruce?"
Realizing how odd this must look Bruce stopped what he was doing to
explain himself. "Remember a few months ago Poison Ivey started creating
mutant plant women who were designed to find wealthy men, marry them,
then kill them for there money."
Tim remembered this, but it was rare to hear Bruce talk about his
deceased wife.
"Well I've recreated some of her technology for this project."
"You're trying to bring back your plant wife."
"No, No, we have irreconcilable differences. What I am doing is creating
a plant body. Left alone this body has no higher brain functions. It
essentially is a plant. I will put my own body into a cryogenic sleep
using Victor Fries (Mister Freezes) confiscated technology, and transfer
my mind into this body using Jarvis Techs (The Mad Hatter's) confiscated
technology. I will then use hypnosis to convince myself that I really am
the person who sprouts from this plant. Then I can go on vacation with no
worries."
Robin's mouth was now hanging open and his eyes were locked in a stare.
Finally he spoke. "Just go to a hotel you compulsive nutcase."
"I know this seems a little extreme."
"You think you need bioengineering, cryogenics, Mind transference, and
hypnotherapy just to take a week off."
"Remember what I told you. Batman and Bruce Wayne can't relax. Besides I
want to make sure I get to the root of these strange dreams. If I keep
dreaming about being raped by Batman eventually I'll grow to hate him,
and since I am Batman that should really mess me up."
"Well your minds made up. So what can I do to help?
"I told you, grab those sheers."
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Two days later.
Robin couldn't believe it. On one side of the cave was Bruce's body
floating in a tank of blue liquid that despite being in a liquid state
was supposedly 200 degrees below zero, or roughly 73 Kelvin. On the Other
end the giant flower bud was opening. The sepal's peeled away, then the
pedals. In place of a stoma was the girl.
It was incredible. The plant girl seemed more human than Bruce did most
of the time. He new it was a plant simulating human form, but the only
thing outside the realm of human was its tremendous ethereal beauty. Her
hair was an auburn color, and her eyes were green, which were the only
signs of the girls' botanical origins. The hair flowed down to her
shoulder blades. The eyes were large a doe like, highlighted by long
fluttery lashes. She had a slightly upturned nose and a few dimples on
the cheeks of her heart shaped face. Her body was small and dainty,
something Bruce would not be used to.
Then suddenly she took this extremely serious expression as she trudged
out of the plant and began to evaluate her surroundings. Robin couldn't
help but laugh to see Bruce's Mannerisms on this body.
Next came the mental programming.
"Bruce, are you sure you want me to do this part?"
"Yes. You're the only one I can trust with this stage. Give me all the
hypnotic suggestions we talked about. Otherwise I won't be able to stop
thinking about what I could do as Batman."
"Where did you get this Hypnosis machine anyway?"
"I confiscated it from a villain named Crazy Quilt."
"You had an enemy named crazy quilt."
"He was more Dick Graycons enemy, but yes."
"Crazy Quilt."
"Yes."
"Crazy Quilt."
"Why do you keep repeating his name?"
Robin sighed. "I'm going to have to try and program a sense of humour
into you."
"That's acceptable."
"So how does this work. Do I just turn it on and say you are falling into
a trance over and over."
"The device sends data directly to my cerebral cortex, there is no trance
involved. Ask me questions, let me answer, tell me the answers you want,
then ask again till I get it right."
Robin stood behind crazy quilts machine and hit a switch. Multicolored
strobe lights began flashing. It looked like something from the disco
era.
"Alright, what sex are you."
This is the perfect first question Robin thought. Once you change the
answer to this one question everything else in her identity will be easy
to unravel.
"I'm currently a plant bio construct that simulates a human with sex of
female."
"Let's shorten that. You're a female."
"What sex are you?"
"I'm a pla bi con sex of female." She slurred the words.
"You're female. What sex are you."
"I'm a bisexual female."
"Is it okay to leave it at that?"
"Leave what like that?"
Is this thing really working, or is she messing with me, Robin wondered.
Well, I know just the right command to test.
"How would you describe your disposition?"
"I am Serious and dark."
"You're ditzy and cheerful. How would you describe your disposition?"
"I'm serious and dark."
"You're ditzy and cheerful. How would you describe your disposition?"
Something was seriously wrong. She broke into a cold sweat. There was
tension in her speech."I am Serious and D-D-Dark."
"You're ditzy and cheerful. How would you describe your disposition?"
"I am Ser-Ser?" She stopped for a minute, and then the sweating finally
eased up. Suddenly she spoke again. But her voice was higher and free of
strain. "Giggle. I'm a serious ditz, but I am bright and cheerful.
Giggle."
Now Robin was scared.
"Okay, what are you called?"
"Batman!"
Weird thought Robin. Even hypnotised she thinks of herself as Batman
first.
"What is your given name?"
"Bruce Wayne. Wait, that can't be right. I'm a girl."
"You are Lillian Drake. What are you called?"
"Call me Lily."
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AL Farmer was ecstatic. He'd just received an extension on his contract
at Arkham Asylum. It was rare that security guards could get more than a
six month contract working there. After all the bean counters did some
number crunching and found that half the guards, by their seventh month
needed to be locked up with the inmates. Not only was the pay tremendous
for a security guard but he could stay close to her. Of course that had
to be kept secret. The others wouldn't understand there love. Now after
months of trying to win her, Poison Ivy had finally taken notice. This
was just the first step, Al was sure of it. In the back of his mind he
was already picturing what there children would look like.
He turned to Poison Ivy's cell and opened the cage door. "Miss Ivy, Miss
Quinn is waiting in my car outside, just like you asked.
"You're such a sweetie," said Ivy. "Now I need a distraction for my
escape, so be a dear and go shoot the other staff members."
"Of course I will, my love."
Soon Ivy was outside; she stumbled through the parking lot looking for
Al's Buick. Finally she was greeted by the signal of Harley Quinn
honking.
"So where we off to so suddenly," the clown girl asked.
"I know the escape is kind of sudden, but I feel this new disturbance in
the green, and wish to investigate it.
"Alright Obi One, lets get going before bats shows up."
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Robin slumbered peacefully, more peacefully than he could remember in
fact. In the air was a pleasant flower like aroma. He felt something warm
spooning against his body and in his hand was something squishy.
Darn it. He sprang awake, realizing what the squishy sensation was.
"Lily! Get out of my bed."
Barely acknowledging his screams the girl stretched, yawned, took one
look at Tim Drake, then fell back into the covers.
"Lily, I mean it. Get out!"
"Please cousin," she whined, "I had that dream again."
She called him cousin because Lily believes herself to be Tim's cousin,
visiting from Metropolis. It was a scenario they came up with for her
hypnoprogramming. As for the dream, it was the same dream Bruce had been
having. Was all this work for nothing? Worse, since the first night she
had the dream Lily has been terrified of Bats and Batman. How will this
affect her when the hypno-programming is reversed? And if all this
wasn't bad enough, Bruce forgot to mention that Plant women give off
powerful pheromones. It took all of Robin's willpower not to get back in
bed with her. This was all going wrong, and Robin couldn't even turn to
Batman for help.
"Please, just lie with me for a little while cousin."
Maybe if I lie with her I can get her to talk about the dreams, Robin
thought.
It was a fairly large bed so he just laid down a foot away from her. Soon
Lily's fingers inched over and began stroking his chest. In minutes she
was cuddling up to him. This was the third night in a row that Lily did
this. The worst part is Lily doesn't even know about the pheromones, or
probably even the birds and the bees. All she wants is comfort. Comfort,
like you'd get from a teddy bear.
"Tell me about the dream." Robin bluntly asked.
Lily recoiled slightly, and Robin cursed his lack of subtlety.
"I mean it might help if you talk about it."
"I told you before. Batman attacks me in a dark alley. That's all."
"Why would he attack you? He's a hero."
"He's a creep. I hate him. All he does is scare and bully people, and
just cause most of them are bad people they call him a hero. I feel like
it's me he hates and he's just taking it out on others."
Robin laid their silent. He didn't know enough psychology to touch that
one.
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It was the perfect day. It had been raining for the past two days, but
not anymore. Lily could feel it. The sun on skin, the moisture
capillating up from her bare feet, the little sugar rush she gets from
performing photosynthesis. It was simply the perfect day. She danced
merrily in the lawn of Wayne manor.
She wished she could go out, but Tim had told her not to leave the manor.
She wished she could find some other girls, but Tim had told her not to
talk to strangers.
Robin had gone out on business. He said Bruce, the guy who owns this big
house, put him in charge of some stuff while he's away.
She wasn't lonely though. There were trees, and flowers, and blades, of
grass, and somehow she could hear each one singing in joy.
Suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She turned and saw her. It was a
goddess. A red haired woman dressed in a green leotard.
Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice told her to be wary of this
woman. Yet she was more afraid of the voice. It was the voice of the Bat
creature in her nightmares.
The trees, and the flowers, and the blades of grass all sang for this
woman. They worshiped her, they cherished her, and somehow Lily knew that
she loved them all in return.
She blushed. Her feet became unsteady, yet she walked towards this woman
and forced a shy hello.
The woman smiled with the radiance of the sun. She touched Lily's cheek
and let her forehead drift down to touch hers. Soon they were caught in
an embrace.
Ivy always did have an affinity for plants.
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Later, by sensing the root systems, Ivy found the caves beneath the
house. She, Lily, and Harley went to explore. There Lily learned the
truth about herself.
When Lily saw Bruce's notes, and his Jekyll and Hyde-esque laboratory she
began to cry. Ivy held her and assured her that whatever her origins she
was a plant now and the sins of the flesh were behind her. As strange as
that idea was it comforted her.
Harley found a plaque saying that the hypno machine had belonged to a
villain named Crazy Quilt. They all laughed when they heard the
ridiculous name.
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Robin cursed as he entered the manor. Dozens of villains were on the
loose. Apparently some security guard cracked at Arkham and killed all
the other guards. By the time the police came, practically everyone had
escaped. He would have to reprogram Lily to become Batman again, whether
she liked it or not.
"Lily, where are you. It's me Tim," he said while in full Robin guise.
"Over hear."
Robin turned, and was startled at what he saw. There was Lily wearing a
green leotard. She also had some makeup on and was holding a bouquet of
pansies.
"Lily, what's?"
"Cousin? I mean Robin; I want to thank you for helping me become a better
person. I've found this very special woman. She wants to help you the way
you helped me."
Lily then took Robins hand, and led him to the cave.
"You know where the cave is. What's going on?"
When he entered, the cave was once again bathed in artificial light.
Standing at the center of it all was Poison Ivy.
"Hey look," squealed Harley, "He's blushing at the sight of you. Does
this mean wonder boys a plant too?"
"No," said Ivy, "He's just a guy."
Then they both turned to the giant plant they were pruning and realized
that wouldn't be for much longer.
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I saw several TG stories about Robin, and just had to try writing one
about Batman.
Please review.
Leela
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