Wayne Manor - Damian's Room - Early Morning

The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Damian Wayne's bedroom, casting gentle rays across the neatly organized space. Everything seemed normal—the katanas mounted on the wall, the League of Assassins training equipment in the corner, Titus sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed.

But something was very, very wrong.

As Damian stirred awake, there was an immediate sensation of... wrongness. The weight distribution felt different. Hair cascaded over the pillow in a way that was far too long. When emerald eyes snapped open and hands instinctively moved to assess the situation, Damian froze completely.

"What the—"​

The voice that escaped was higher pitched, unmistakably feminine. Panic surged through Damian's chest as small hands—smaller than they should be—grabbed at the oversized shirt that now hung loosely on a distinctly different frame.

Scrambling out of bed, Damian stumbled to the full-length mirror, and the reflection confirmed the impossible reality.

Staring back was a girl, probably around 10-11 years old, with the same distinctive Wayne features—sharp jawline (though softer now), tanned skin, and those piercing green eyes. But everything else? Long, silky black hair that fell past the shoulders, a smaller, more delicate frame, and... well, anatomical differences that were impossible to ignore.

"TT!"​ Damian's signature grunt of frustration came out, though the sound was disconcertingly feminine. "This is unacceptable! PENNYWORTH! FATHER!"​

Titus perked up at the shouting, tilting his head in confusion at his master's new voice.