Secluded deep in the batcave, Bruce Wayne was trying to solve a vanishing trick. Zatanna was missing. He replayed the security footage again. It showed the mistress of magic entering her changing room backstage at the theatre. Another woman, tall and domineering, stepped inside the room. A few moments later, that same woman left, only now wearing a pair of fishnet stockings. Zatanna hadn't been seen since.

"Intruder detected in Wayne mansion," the batcomputer chimed suddenly.

"Where?!"

"Intrudor located in Batcave," came the response.

Bruce Wayne span. At the far end of the cave, where the memorabilia was stored in their viewing cases, stood a woman, silver haired, though with a youthful, strong body. She seemed eminently relaxed with her back turned to him, staring up at the giant Lincoln penny replica. She had a shapely rear, displayed well within the fishnet stockings she wore.

"You have quite the rogue's gallery," she observed. "Do you collect mementos from all your rivals?"

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Bruce snarled. There were a thousand sensors that should have detected her long before she infiltrated this deeply, and the entire cave complex had been warded against magic intrusion by Zatanna herself. Which meant this woman likely had abilities beyond her mundane appearance.

"My name is Morgaine le Fey, but in time you'll know me simply as Owner," she smiled. "As for how I got here, I have Zatanna to thank for that. Tropelet em ot namtab." Speaking the strange words, she vanished and reappeared metres away from him with the type of theatrical display he'd grown to associate with Zatanna's brand of magic. "Do you see? She has magic I never even conceived of. Or she did. It's all mine now."

"What have you done with her?" Bruce snarled, his hand creeping towards the batarang on the batcomputer desk. He would have attacked sooner, but keeping her talking was the better course of action if he wanted to learn about Zatanna's whereabouts. Never interrupt someone while they're monologuing The woman stroked a hand over her fishnet-clad thigh. "Beyond granting me her magic, her memories taught me one important fact - that you know the weaknesses of all of the Justice League members. With you in my wardrobe and your knowledge added to my own, I'll be able to amass quite a collection.

"Whatever you've done to her, undo it."

"I'm afraid there's too little left of her for that now. But don't worry, you'll be joining her soon. Mrofsnart namtab otni gnihtolc."

Batman was halfway through his lunge when her magic struck him. He felt his flesh warping, breaking apart. His hollow body landed at her feet, struggling feebly as it slowly lost its human shape and became clothing.

"That was even easier than I expected," she laughed, picking up one part of him. His senses and mind were shattered into pieces as much as his form, and he fought to bring them into a coherent whole. He felt her hands sliding into his as she donned the gloves, flexing his fingers.

"Zatanna tells me you were quite the martial artist..." The woman closed her eyes. Bruce shuddered as an invasive presence pierced his thoughts. Flashbacks of the Himalayan temple flashed through his mind... then were gone. Too late he realised what was happening. By then, his combat training was all hers. "That's it. Give everything to your owner."

He still had limited mobility. In desperation he cut off focus on all parts of himself, focusing only on the largest section. With some effort, he was able to wriggle his spandex form slowly along the cave floor. If he could reach the alarm... alert Albert...

A naked foot landed on him, pressing his fabric body aganst the stone. She wiggled her toes inside one tubular part of him. Slowly she drew him up her legs. This close, he could see the subtle movements of the fishnet tights that had once been Zatanna, Mistress of Magic. He groaned mentally as his entire self was stretched around her, snapping into place around her firm as nothing more than her clothing. She cupped her ass, gave him a playful squeeze.

"Now you're going to give me everything. The entry codes to the Halls of Justice, and the capabilities of all remaining members of the Justice League. Open your mind, give them willingly, or I'll tear them out of you and leave you nothing but mindless fabric.".

"Nothing much, only washed her a few times. Her mind put up some token resistance, but a few spin cycles soon broke her."