DC: I am Dr Doom

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"By my calculations, yes it will fix the enamel deficiency caused by the loss of a few teeth" I answered before raising out of my lab chair. Walking over to my lab side, I removed my coat and put it on the rack before standing by the door leading back out. Then I turned to find Ivy and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Coming?"

Ivy didn't even get a chance to say anything as Harley bolted out the door with a whee! I noted that she had lifted the ray gun from my lab table. Ivy sauntered over to stand by me; she then looked at the plant before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Ohh, I'll be cuming, alright."

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TIN ROOF BAR

Walking into Selina's bar was something else, it was like walking into a brand new world. It was like walking out of Gotham's dark depression and into a gritty old school noir type feel. I couldn't help the smooth slide I did as I spun Ivy before dipping her into a kiss as the smooth jazz played in the background.

Oh yeah, I was starting to like this club.

Before I could pull up to the bar and order a drink, Ivy pulled me towards the upstairs VIP section. The bouncer let us through without a problem, but I had to pull a Jedi mind trick for him to allow Waylon along without any fuss. I was not surprised at who I found sitting at the large table in the back. On that same table lay a black cat with white tufts on its chest, lying on the table as if it owned the place.

Without saying anything, I took a seat and waited, causing the tension to become thick in the air. Selina sat there in front of me, but I said nothing to break the tension that formed. Before Harley or anyone else could break the silence, a person wearing all black ninja garb fell from the roof and landed on their feet in a crouch.

"Perimeter is all clear, no Batman."

"You may stand with Waylon." I returned as I looked Selina over with an appraising eye. Of course, she was a stunning beauty since that was the only flavor female super villains or heroes came in the DC Universe. Sharp cunning eyes and more than enough intelligence to guess who the ninja that made her report was.

"Gasp…. You said you only wanted to talk," Harley started to whine in my ear. "You promised not to kill her."

I raised a hand to cut Harley off before speaking. "I plan to keep that promise, but she told Bruce something, and I would like to know what it was."

Ivy and Harley were beyond confused, but Selina understood and with how her eyes flared for a second. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had come here in his investigation.

"Bruce you mean that billionaire womanizer?" Ivy asked as she took the seat I had pushed out with telekinesis for her. Harley took the other, but Waylon and the ninja stayed back.

"Yes, the protector of this cursed land." I replied, tilting my head in her direction.

"The only protector we got is batty bat boy." Harley said in a sing-song voice.

"Yes, funny how the one that desperately clings to control would craft such an alter ego." I confirmed with an enigmatic smile.

Selina took one last look at me before flipping her chair over and trying to bolt out the backdoor. A sigh followed with a wave of my hand, pulling her back. I then settled Selina in her seat before waving a finger in her face.

"I already made a promise not to kill you," I said, playing up the sadness in my voice. "Please don't make me have to hurt you. Harley would like you to join her roller derby team after this is all done."

"Yeah! We can play together and kick so much ass. Then we can go out and rob things." Harley spoke up in excitement. "Sorry, liberate items to a better home."

I smiled at Harley, while Selina was looking at us strangely. The look on Ivy's face told me that she was still processing the information about Bruce's secret identity.

"She is learning." I answered with a shrug. "My issue with you though, is what you told Mr. Wayne."

Selina gave me the side-eye before answering.

"I didn't know anything concrete, so I gave him less than even that." Selina answered, using a slow controlled tone of voice.

"And that was?" I asked, prompting her to roll her eyes at me.

"That he could be found at the chuckle palace." Selina answered succinctly.

It was far too easy to tell that she was giving me the truth. As paranoid as Bruce is, he failed to get someone to help her with her mental defenses. That meant that Selina's mind was viewed as easily as if it were an open book. I gave her a nod before turning and taking the drink from the waiter I had instructed with a little telepathic probe. Urgh, the list of things to fix and work on just keeps on growing.

"Thank you for not breaking trust, Miss Kyle." I said as I held up my drink. "Cheers."

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Clark Kent

Superman

Smiling to himself, Clark finished up the article he was writing for Perry. Using his hearing, vision, and a little farm boy charm, Clark had been able to get himself a nice little interview with a Nun at Saint David's Church in downtown Metropolis. Hopefully the article would go a long way towards saving the church and keep Luthor from paving it over.

He had finished the article in record time but had taken the liberty to go out and interview some of the Nuns and Pastors that worked for the church. Munching on the muffin that one of the nuns gave him, Clark got up and prepared his satchel and other items so he could head home. Once his things were gathered, Clark made his way to the elevators. Selecting the button for the first floor, Clark hummed along to the tune of the music as he waited for his floor.

One floor down, a delivery person entered the elevator looking down as he held a flower arrangement in his arms. From what Clark could see, it appeared that the person he was looking for had just gotten off work. Giving the delivery man a smile, Clark kept to himself as he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Pulling his phone out, Clark sent a reply to Matthew about his request to get drinks later. Yet, while he was replying to the test message, something tickled at his nose. His eyes widened in surprise and Clark fought to catch the sneeze that was about to blow inside such a small compartment. Swiftly putting his phone in his pocket, Clark then clamped both his hands over his mouth and nose as he felt the sneeze power its way forward.

There was a moment where he huffed and puffed, but it passed right as they arrived on the first floor. Not taking any chances, Clark gathered his things and made his way to the emergency exit he liked to use for his speedy entrances and exits. Making his way out the exit at great speed, Clark was high up in the air when the sneeze came back and hit him with it's full force.

ACHOOO!

He sneezed once then twice, then thrice, this was when Clark knew something was wrong. His chest ached and his actions of sneezing sent out gale force winds. The pain in his ribs resided but he couldn't help but notice that something was wrong.

So very very wrong.

In his attempt to hold his chest Clark finally found out why he felt so different. The first thing that Clark noticed other than the pain in his chest was that his hand was far too small. The other thing he noticed was the mammary glands located on his chest. Clark flowed there up high in the sky looking down at his hands stunned and what he was seeing. For some reason he couldn't believe his eyes but he had to because his hands were no longer his: yet they were his. They were far too small and dainty like a lady's yet, he was able to feel the air move across his skin as the currents above the clouds ebbed and flowed.

Clark had to swiftly pull his pants up as they threatened to fall down from his waist. Eyes widened from sudden realization, Clark looked and checked, but then wanted to cry as he noticed his missing family jewels.

Eyes wide, Clark shot off towards his home, he needed to get to the Watch Tower pronto and he had left his communicator at home. He needed help, something was very wrong and Clark was certain that he was not going to be able to solve this one on his own. His shirt flapped in the wind and Clark couldn't help but notice how sensitive his nipples were. Normally this wouldn't have been an issue for him but all of these new sensations were overloading his system.

Ignoring the sound of the sonic boom behind him, Clark flew down into the city and into his apartment before any of the high speed cameras could spot him. Like a tornado, Clark flew into his apartment on a mission: but try as he might, Clark was not able to locate his communicator as he had hoped.

What he did find though was a note on the door of his refrigerator to let him know that his mother had collected his laundry and for him to stop by to pick it up. Pulling the note from the magnet that held it, Clark wanted to grumble but he couldn't since he now knew where his Watch Tower communicator was. Without a second thought or glance back, Clark was already flying back through his open window.

Flying as fast as he could, Clark was already in the air space above Kansas within mere moments. He was so panicked that he didn't even notice the hidden camera retracting into the roof of his apartment. Having to hold his chest as he landed, Clark couldn't help but grumble since he was not used to his balance shifting so much. Suppressing a wince, Clark had to pull his hands away as he almost fell over from the pain he received from grabbing a hold of his chest.

He had no communicator and he had no suit made to fly through vacuum to the WatchTower, honestly Clark just wanted this all to be over. Stepping out of the mini crater that he had formed, Clark noticed that somewhere along the way he had lost his shoes. Looking up in the air, Clark had to take a deep breath before releasing it in one big puff.

Putting aside the latest issues he was having, Clark looked around and found his clothes flapping in the wind. From the sound of things his Ma and Pa were inside. For a moment he was stuck with indecision because he could hear the communicator inside the house, but it was also in the same room as both of his parents. Sighing to himself at how he didn't have the skills to stealth through this time, he made his way into his childhood home. Noting that the one saving grace was that his cousin Kara wasn't here to witness this.

Steeling his nerves, Clark pushed open the front door after he had finished his procrastinations out front.

Pushing the door open, Clark called out. "Ma!." What came out of him was a purr that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Kara, is that you?"

Clark had to take a moment to center himself as the voice he used was far too sultry and far too rich for his own taste. Rubbing the bridge of his brow, Clark walked into the kitchen to find his parents sitting around the dining table. Clark noticed his Pa look at him before snorting his coffee.

"Come on Kara we told you to wear a bra," Pa said as he picked up his newspaper.

"Careful Kara, or are you trying to poke someone's eyes out with those things, where is that cute bra we bought yesterday." Ma spoke as she stood up from the dining table.

Trying not to huff, Clark removed his hands from his now very female face. "Not Kara, it's me Clark and something happened."

Both of his parents looked at him and Clark tried not to squirm underneath both of their gazes.

"Well, I don't mean to kink shame, but I'll accept how my grandbabies come into the world." Pa said as he put his paper back down on the table.

"Ohh, Clark, what happened?" Ma asked in concern as she looked him over.

"I don't know," Clark grumbled to his Ma. "One moment I was alright, the next I was sneezing and somehow I turned into a woman."

"Do you plan on changing back?" Ma asked as she looked him over.

"Yeah, I need to get to the WatchTower, that's actually why I stopped by." Clark spoke looking around to spot his communicator on the countertop. "I left it with my laundry and you took it with you by accident."

"Clark, wait, don't be so hasty." Ma advised, but Clark was already moving.

"Superman to WatchTower, one for transport."

"WatchTower, transporting now."

Before he could reply to his mother, Clark was engulfed in a wash of light from the WatchTower's transporter beam. As the lights faded away, his eyes quickly adjusted and what Clark found made him want to bury his face in shame. Standing around the transport pads and off to the side was almost the entire team.

"Dibbs," Green Lantern said to the Flash before walking over towards Clark. "Hubba hubba, hey beautiful, you, me, dinner later."

Clark tried hard not to throw up in his own mouth as he walked past Green Lantern to J'onn.

"J'onn, I need your help." Clark said towards his other green teammate.

"How may I be of assistance, Clark?" J'onn the Martian Manhunter asked as he turned the upper parts of his body towards his now female friend. "Are you perhaps stuck in transformation?"

"Kryptonians can't shapeshift, J'onn." Clark answered his teammate. "Can we please take this to the medbay?"

"Wait, wait, wait, are we not going to talk about this?" The Flash asked as he zoomed over to the both of them.

"Yeah, like how you're a hot babe now." Green Lantern asked as he looked Clark over once more.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Clark grumbled as he started to levitate into the air. "J'onn, can I ask for your help?"

"Of course, I shall meet you on the medical level." J'onn replied before phasing down through the floor.

Without another word, Clark turned around and zoomed away from the other two currently on monitor duty.

***

Bruce Wayne

BATMAN

As his last nerve started to go, Bruce couldn't help but notice how his irritation levels were rising. It had taken him some time but he had finally found the location of his target. It had been months since the Joker had gone missing and Bruce was starting to think that something was up; but he couldn't put his finger on it. Yet, his instinct was telling him that it was so.

He had gotten lucky one night when he had spotted Harley Quinn leaving a bar. Last he heard from Selina was that Harley was with this Doom character now, but she didn't know where they were living. When he had Barbara look for the location, he was greeted with a dead end.

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