"I have no idea how to fix this," Zatanna frowned, looking at what had become of Robin. She swore she couldn't remember conjuring a spell close to what was happening.
"How can you not know how to fix this!" said Nightwing worriedly, "Surely you can come up with a counter spell or something! Batman will kill me for sure," he frowned, "I mean, how the hell am I going to explain to him that Robin, the Boy Wonder, just turned into a Girl Wonder?"
"Tell him the truth?" Superboy suggested, looking at both Nightwing and Zatanna.
"He will seriously flip!" Nightwing frowned as well. "Oh my God, baby bird, what are we going to do?"
"We'll help Zatanna reverse this," Robin stood up, "And we'll explain to Batman, and I'm sure he can understand. In the meantime," he sighed, "Could I please borrow some female underwear? As awkward as it may sound, but I have to admit, boobs hurt."
"It's triggered by stress," Nightwing told Zatanna.
It had been a week since Robin's transformation into, as the team had called it, 'Nightwing's Baby Sister.' The first two days were awkward, since everybody had been asking to see Robin, who'd wanted to shut himself in his room at the Cave. But the moment he stepped out of his room in civvies, everybody was already waiting outside, asking what had happened. And since then, Conner was everywhere Robin went, even when in civvies.
"How did you know?" asked Zatanna as she walked into the briefing room. "Something happen?"
"Conner called from an apartment Batman provided so he can look after Robin." Nightwing waved a hand and a screen appeared, playing the footage from the call earlier. "Robin's been shifting. First it was when she was reviewing for an exam. But Batman filed a leave of absence from school, so she turned into a he a few hours later. However, Batman put him in the inactive roster, and he turned into a she again."
Zatanna nodded, watching different videos from different screens, trying to look for differences in Robin's appearance. "I'm going to have to consult my father's books some more," she said, rewinding one of them to review once more. "I don't think I've done a spell that's triggered by something before,"
Nightwing nodded. "We're also going to call in the magic users of the League. I just hope Conner's not going to beat me up when this is over. He's done so much for Robin,"
"I think he's having fun," said Zatanna, "Don't you think? I mean, they're being normal kids right now. By normal I mean ignoring the fact that I just turned Robin into one pretty baby sister for you,"
"Sort of, yeah," Nightwing sighed. "They've been going on little dates. Conner tells me where they go,"
Zatanna giggled. "How romantic."
"Oh, no. No. Absolutely not." Nightwing waved away the screens.
"Why not?" Zatanna pouted. "You gotta admit Robin's a beautiful young lady,"
"I just asked Conner to make sure he's safe, okay?" said Nightwing, trying to end the conversation because there was no way in hell that he was going to allow his little Timmy to have a boyfriend or even a girlfriend for that matter.
'Conner, I need to ask you a favour,' Nightwing said to Conner when Tim had gone back to his room. 'It's important, and it's about Robin,'
'Yeah?' Conner went back a few steps closer to Nightwing.
'Please look after him. Or her.' he said, 'Please. From the team, from anyone whom you think would be dangerous. Not that I'm saying the team would be dangerous but I don't want them flocking to him and asking him inappropriate questions-'
'I get it,' said Conner, nodding. Nightwing did have a point. 'I will. I don't think he'll appreciate them asking him what it's like to have boobs. He's uncomfortable enough as it is. Beast Boy's already noticed a change in the scent of the Cave.'
Nightwing cursed softly. 'Please change into some civvies and beam to Gotham. Escort him—her to one of the entrances to the Batcave. Ugh,' a gloved hand made it to Nightwing's face. 'Batman is really going to flip.'
'Like Robin said, he'll understand,' Conner tried to comfort him. 'Besides, we need the break, too. I'm sure we'll figure this out,'
Nightwing shook his head. Yes, Batman was going to understand, but that also meant Robin wasn't going to be part of the team until he was back to normal. 'Thank you, Conner.'
"Batman put us in the inactive roster," Robin frowned, switching the channels. "It's not like I'm going to die," he stood up and went to the fridge to see what he could eat.
"Nightwing sounded pretty distressed when he asked me to look after you," Conner bit into the chocolate bar he found in the fridge. "Like you're going to die,"
"Well I'm not, Conner, I just have a pair of breasts, a smaller waistline and a-" Robin stopped midsentence and closed the door fridge after taking a bottle of soda. "Never mind. Forget I said anything,"
"And a what?"
"Forget I said anything."
"No seriously, and a what?"
Robin wasn't sure if he should answer that. It's not like Conner wasn't educated in the nooks and crannies of the female body. It was taught in high school, both in sex ed and in biology when they got to human reproduction.
There was a small hiss as Robin twisted the cap. He took a few gulps and set the bottle down on the counter as he got on one of the stools. He watched Conner get up from his seat on their comfortable sofa from the living room, and sit with him at the counter.
"And a what?" Conner asked again. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad-"
"Yes, it is, and it's the reason why Nightwing asked you to be with me all the time," said Robin, "It's the reason why big brothers beat up boys they don't like, or the reason why young women have strict parents and early curfews."
Both Nightwing and Batman were a little bit overprotective. Batman even agreed with Nightwing about putting him in the inactive roster of the League, and Conner too, for the excuse that he (or she, especially she) needed an escort. Batman also provided them with an apartment for Robin didn't know what. He could have just stayed at home with them, but then the media would just flock to the mansion and try to take a picture of Little Miss Wayne and make a huge-ass issue out of it. So maybe the apartment was a good idea, for both secret identity life and Robin's life.
Conner just looked at him. "Which would be?" he raised his brows, waiting for Robin to answer.
Robin sighed. "A vagina, Conner. Female genitals." *
"I'm sure I'm capable enough to beat up every single guy out there who even comes near thinking of touching your butt." Conner was serious, even though his delivery wasn't. Nightwing and Batman told him to keep an eye on Robin and to keep him (or her) safe, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
Robin studied Conner's face, figuring out if he was serious. Conner looked like he wasn't joking, so he smiled a bit, comforted by the idea of Conner keeping him safe, and beating up any guy who'd try to come and get him, even if he could take them down himself. "Thanks,"
"You're welcome," Conner smiled back at him. "So are you hungry? We could go to a near diner or something. It's already nearing seven, and I don't think soda is good for an empty stomach,"
Conner thought Robin didn't look much different, and he didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. The only thing he noticed was that she-Robin was curvy. The clothes Batman sent for whenever Robin shifted genders wasn't really body hugging, but who wouldn't be able to notice Robin's shape and now full bottom.
He shook the thought away. No way was he going to think of Robin's shapeliness, as a girl or a guy. But now that he thought of it, she-Robin might actually look nice in uniform, not that he thought Robin didn't look good in uniform.
"Sure. Why not. Did you know they even made a new identity for me? I mean the female me." Robin got off the stool and put the soda back in the fridge. "In case something happens and we have to present something to police?"
"They went that far?" Conner didn't think Batman would go that far.
"Apparently my name is Robyn—spelled with a 'y'—Tiana** Summers." Robin took some valuables from his room, like his wallet and phone, and put on a hoodie to hide the breasts so one would notice if he turned back to a boy while eating.
"Robyn?" Conner watched Robin come out of his room fixing the hoodie.
"So you didn't have to worry about what to call me," he put the wallet and the phone in his pocket. "And apparently, my parents died in a car crash last year. I've been living with you here in this very apartment for about nine months now, and I'm home schooled, all courtesy Superman's secret identity."
Conner stared at him. "They even made a fake life story for you?" he followed Robin to the door. "And how long have you been living with me? How long did you say we've been living together?"
"Nine months," Robin put his shoes on by the door.
"Together?" Conner put more stress in the word, maybe to ask if the fake life story included him and Robin together in a relationship. It's not like he didn't like Robin. "Are we even legally allowed to live in an apartment together without adult supervision?"
Actually, he did like Robin.
"Well, according to Nightwing an adult lives with us." He opened the door, and waited for Conner to come with him before locking it.
"Okay, I guess…" Conner didn't move since Robin didn't make any to walk down the hallway.
"By the way, before we go, since the sun's already set anyway," Robin looked up at Conner and moved to take his sunglasses off.
"Whoa, whoa, are you allowed to-" but Robin had already taken the glasses off, and Conner, for the first time, saw Robin's eyes. Wow.
* Virgin ones, too. LOL.
** I will stick by the female name I gave A few weeks ago I gave all the bird boys female names. I gave Tim the name Tiana.