He woke...feeling like a prisoner released from the darkest of dungeons. It was as if all the cares, worries and woes of his very long life had just...faded away, leaving only a vague feeling of confusion. I know I once had troubles, he mused...but I know now that those troubles are gone forever...and that thought fills me with the most uplifting joy I have ever...

   He sat up and looked about him. The room was strange and girly, decorated in a mix of lacy pinks and whites. The bed great, soft, plush mountain of a bed was heavy with comforters and silken sheets. He giggled as he snuggled deep into the extra comfy bed, enjoying the feeling of just...snuggling. No worries or problems gnawed at him. Not a single trouble seemed so important that he 'had' to do anything at all. He smiled and again a girlish giggle drifted from him, as his hand snuck down as fondled his tiny dick and balls. The fact that his cock was so small...didn't bother him in the least.

   "Good morning, Stephanie. And how are you today?"

   He opened his eyes again, and saw a huge woman - a towering woman - in a maids uniform. Stephanie had just enough time to realize that the woman was normal size and that HE was tiny, when the love of his life entered the room...and his every being vibrated with joy and need.

   "Good morning, Stephanie, ma petite little flower..." said Georges Batroc, and Stephanie squealed in girlish joy and ran to him. He was a giant! He was a king! He was the most beautiful and handsome man in the world!

   The smiling, handsome Frenchman swept Staphanie into a hug, and his hands cupped the tiny boi-mans plush, round ass. The man he held stood no taller than 4"6', and though athletic...he was athletic in a very feminine way. His body was like that of a tiny, female gymnast...save for his plump buttocks, which were both fetching and somewhat comical. His face...was the face of Captain America, though finer boned and innocent as a newborn babe. His hair was still short, but very blond and poofy. He squirmed and kissed his wonderful...husband? Was Batroc his husband? Well...his name was Stephanie Batroc, so he guessed it must be true.

   Wait...I'm Captain America?

   It was true...but also unimportant. He knew he spoke fluent French, and though he could stumble along in English, he now had an adorable accent that showed the world that English was a distant second language. He tried to remember what America was like, but all that came to him was a mix of movie and television images of a dirty, uncivilized country. He thought of France, and instantly his mind glowed with love and loyalty.

   Georges cuddled him like a child, and Stephanie kissed back, seemingly unable to get enough. The smell of him. The TASTE of him. Georges and Stephanie Batroc. A married gay couple. He so big and strong and I so darling and cute...

   His husband helped Stephanie slip into a darling little spandex costume of bright pinks and black, and Georges told him that 'someone' had come to him with the power to change reality...and he'd chosen to make Stephanie his boi-bride. He'd seen that life for Captain America had been a long struggle against both the world and time itself, and he'd feared that his greatest foe would eventually be destroyed or betrayed by those who didn't understand him, so...he'd made him his own. 

   He...would now be Batroc the Tumbler  - the adorable fem-boi partner of Batroc the Leaper. Though he wasn't nearly as strong as he had been, Stephanie still had all Caps old fighting instincts, and with his new found mastery of Savate and Parkour, the tiny boi-man was surprisingly formidable. He and his husband would banter in French or French-accented English while they fought, always talking about what they'd do in bed and exchanging little jokes and japes at the expense of their current foe. Stephanie was surprised at how delightful it all sounded, and asked after they finished their first workout (which ended with a delightful session of anal sex) "Boot why deed zis man cum to you, mah beloved?"

   "C'est la vie, mon chéri. Why do you ask? How could it matter? Do you wish to be zee Captain again?"

   The tiny, swishy fem-boi pouted cutely at that, and swayed his pert, plump buttocks in his husbands direction. "Non', mah beloved. ah LUV wut I ahm. Ah weesh to spend zee rest of mah life as Ztephanie Batroc. Boot zis mahn...he may give zis powah to zumeone who haz not your kind heart. Ah LUV being Ztephanie...boot whut of others? We must stop heem, non?"

   "Ever zee hero, mon petit? Very well. Never let it be said zat Batroc ze Leaper was adverse to indulging his sweet, little husband."

   Stephanie smiled, happy that his beloved was as noble as he remembered. He'd always liked the man when they were foes, and now that they were lovers...perhaps he could be a good influence on him. His beloved France didn't have very many heroes. Stephanie knew that with a little coaching, Georges would make a dashing hero...and he, an adorable little sidekick. He kissed his big, strong husband again...and began pumping him for information about this mysterious 'someone' with the reality altering powers.

   ***

   Both Joker and Lex Luthor were fuming over their situations for the same reasons. The Joker's little revenge game had worked out rather well, but now...his 'Baby Cakes' had gone 'off the reservation' as it were, and now seemed to be ignoring the Jokers instructions. For one thing, she'd moved back into 'Pennyworth Manor', and taken that bitch Selina with her. Then...she'd gone to Commissioner Gordon, and BOOM...something had happened, and now Gordon was demanding that the Joker pay HIM protection money! Now Harley seemed to be out of contact, and the former Batman was visiting other old foes. Gathering allies? Working against him? Was...that possible?

   For his part, Lex was trying to contact his new 'wife' Lois, but found she wasn't answering her phone...and when he'd called the Daily Planet, Clarabelle had answered and said "Sorry, Mista Lutha, but Miz Lutha say she way to busy t' tawk right now."

   "Where's Perry and Jamal? They're not here either."

   "Miz Lutha had dem come down heah an' take jobs at de Planet. Mista White, he be lookin' FINE in his new janitors uniform, an' Jamal be fetchin' coffee an' makin' copies fo' awl de gals down heah."

   "TELL HER TO GET BACK HERE...NOW!!!"

   There was pause, then Clarabelle answered with a bit of a smirk "Mebbe yo' betta come down heah an' tell her yo'self, Lexie." before she hung up on him.

   Lois stood behind Clarabelle, smiling. "Did he seem distressed, Clarabelle?"

   "He be pissed off, Miz Lutha."

   Lois Luthor smiled at that. "Good. I'll be waiting for him. Send him in as soon as he gets here."