Jason Todd! She was...or rather had been Jason Todd! The second Robin and the adopted son of the real Nocturna!!

 

   "Take a seat, Barbara..." said the beautiful, green skinned and red haired eco-terrorist. Dressed in her leafy vegetation and green leotards...she still had the basic facial features of Tim Drake.

 

   "We were just discussing our options." Said the sinister, Arabic assassin queen Talia all Ghul. Beautiful and deadly...she was also obviously Damian Wayne...he had become his own mother.

 

   Dispute her own transformation, Barbara was so shocked by the changes that she was reeling on her feet...when Catwoman caught her...and Catwoman was....

 

   "Dick Grayson!" She gasped, and the greatest jewel thief in Gotham towed her head back and laughed.

 

   "Not any more, Barb...and never again, if I can help it. I LOVE being Catwoman! So free and liberating to not give a damn about what others think. I mean, you love being Killer Croc, right? Well I love being Regina Kyle. And Jason Todd prefers being Jatalia Knight. Tim Drake is now Pamela T. Isley. And Damian Wayne has never been closer to his mother. We LOVE who we are, Barbara. How about you?"

 

   Barbara smiled, looked at Harley Quinn, and flashed a fanged grin. "Fine, you buncha lipstick lesbos. You wanna MILF it up? That's alright wit me. Hell, what should I care. You bitches look fuckin' hot as shit."

 

   They laughed, then Babs noticed that several photos of Batman and a...well, female version of the Penguin were on the wall-mounted view screen. Despite her changes, she found that she didn't really want to hurt Batman. "Are you guys plannin' a....a hit?"

 

   Catwoman looked shocked. Heck, they all looked shocked. "That man's been both lover AND father figure to us all! Nobody wants him dead! We're watching over him. Someone's been snooping around Wayne Manor...and we're planning on checking it out..."

 

   (Meanwhile)

 

   "I don't know what's caused it, my queen...but I can tell you this...it's spreading all over the island of (wak-wak-wak) Themyscira! Soon...there may (wak-wak) be no true Amazon's left!"

 

   Queen Hippolyta Chesterfield Cobblepot (it was the only name that came to mind anymore) didn't know that miles away, a spell miscast by a startled Zatanna had changed the nature of the Amazons, so they now reflected the appearance and mindset of the transformed Wonder Woman. Hippolyta looked around at her friends, head scientists and most experienced generals. They were all now short, very fat, and dressed in tuxedos of various cuts, colors and design. Their noses were long, upturned and pointed, and all of them had developed a weakness in one eye that necessitated the use of a monocle. In place of swords, spears, daggers or bows, all now held an umbrella of cunning design, equipped with hidden weapons. All were smoking now, and most used a cigarette holder of one type or another.

 

   "Wak! This is...unacceptable! I shall contact my daughter and see if she (wak-wak) has experienced anything similar."

 

   With a chorus of birdish cries and squawks, the rest of the former Amazon's voiced their approval. Hippolyta scooped up her third helping of clams casino with one thick, heavy hand. She was embarrassed to admit that she rather loved the feelings of gluttony and greed that filled her. The island itself was changing to reflect its new tenants, and vast troves of costly jewelry, rich furs and stacks of currency just kept appearing out of nowhere. Somehow worse was the fading of their brilliant martial prowess, only to be replaced with...well, matchless culinary skill. There minds now danced with images and recipes of delicious, alien foods that nobody had ever heard of yet all loved. Bruschetta and Crispy Potatoes and Wood Grilled Whole Fish and Roasted Game Hen and Ravioli and Marinated Olives and...

 

   The ingredients - like the jewels and money...just kept appearing...and they kept eating. It was so terrible...but also so wonderful.

 

   Hippolyta popped another of her own Spiced Pork Rolls into her mouth, and frowned in consternation. She adjusted the slant of her own white top hat (it went well with her white tuxedo and gold-stiched vest.) and again hoped her daughter could help them.

 

   (Meanwhile) 

 

   The Flash had been monitoring the JLA communicators...when Zatannas' flickered out for a moment. It came back, but biosigns seemed off. Then she teleported away...and Barry just had to check it out. He thought he found her...but what was up with her costume?