Birds of Prey - Hatchlings

Chapter 1
Part 1

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Chapter Description: The first part. The Birds of Prey respond to a silent alarm at a STAR Labs Warehouse in Gotham City.

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Birds of Prey: Hatchlings

A fanfiction story by Ferver

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction. All properties contained here are owned by Warner Bros. and DC Comics. This is simply made for entertainment purposes online.

Content Disclaimer:

I am writing this with more or less the designs from New 52. As such I am using the current costumes of these characters, meaning Power Girl doesn’t sport massive double D’s and there is no “porthole” on her chest.

This is not your typical AR story. This is an exercise to do an AR story that is largely not the normal. I am striving, in this tale, to craft a story that one could actually see inside a comic book. As such I am taking great care with the behaviors and situations presented inside.

Meaning this is a Birds of Prey fanfiction story first, and an Age Regression Story second. I hope you enjoy it.

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Eight months... It had been eight months since Barbara had resigned from the Birds of Prey. Eight months since she resumed her activities as Batgirl following the surgery which repaired the use of her legs and the physical therapy that followed. The young woman dashed across the rooftops now with the greatest of ease, once more gliding along in the coolness of the evening air.

While Barbara Gordon often these days found herself running for the sake of running, for the feeling it gave her, tonight she had a purpose. Tonight she planned to meet with some old friends and contemplate if she was ready to return to the team. This wasn’t an official reunion with the Birds of Prey, this was just an unofficial gathering.

The costume, officially a Batsuit, fit her like a second skin. The black contrasted perfectly with her fire-red hair and yellow accessories. Her compliment included gloves, boots, a cape, and a utility belt, a prerequisite for any member of the bat-family, loaded with all manner of useful tools. The yellow Batgirl shield adorned her chest and announced her identity to any who might spot her.

Those who were waiting for her however, had no need to see the mantle of the Batgirl. Instead they simply knew their friend on silhouette alone. The first was a young long haired blonde woman who was currently clad in a black sleeveless leather leotard, her legs covered in fishnets and boots while a dark blue jacket draped over her arms with gloved hands peeking out of the sleeves. The second was a little older powerfully muscled woman who sported hair of the same hue but much shorter, she was clad in a white bodysuit that covered her from the neck to her toes. The second also had accessories, golden boots and matching bracers, with white gloves and a short mid-length red cape, a red P emblazoned on the cape gave a clue to her identity.

Batgirl recognized them instantly as well, her good friends who bore the public identities of Black Canary and Power Girl. The former known, as Dinah Drake when not in costume, was a meta-human martial arts expert who possessed the awesome Canary Cry, a super sonic scream that could, among many things, shatter stone and tear steel like paper. The latter was a daughter of the planet Krypton, who went by the name Kara Starr in her civilian identity.

Barbara landed lightly on the rooftop where she had asked her friends to meet her and smiled, already feeling overcome with emotion as she felt more whole than she had in a very long time, “Glad you could make it.”

“What?” Kara asked with a smile, her tone filled with genuine mirth and lightly chiding false-awe, “And miss seeing the Batgirl in person?”

Dinah joined in on the Kryptonian’s humor, “I only wish I hadn’t forgotten to bring my autograph book.”

“Oh, great,” The Batgirl replied with good-natured snark. “Fangirls.”

The three women then took the moment to laugh together, the sound soothing to them all. It had, after all, been a long time since the three of them had a chance to see one another. While not all of them were current members of the women-only team known as the Birds of Prey, they were all members under the tenure of Barbara Gordon, who had assembled the team while she was paralyzed and going by the nom de gare of Oracle.

“I must admit,” Power Girl offered her friend, “I was rather surprised that you asked for this meeting, I assumed that you were still re-establishing yourself as Batgirl.”

Barbara shook her head, “It wasn’t that hard. It seems there is a kind of standing rule, if someone wants their mantle back, they get it back. The guy in charge of the official rulebook isn’t the kind of person you cross.”

Dinah snorted a little, “Yeah, I guess Batman’s word is pretty much final on matters like that.”

“The last guy that tried to usurp him is probably still nursing his bruises.” Kara laughed.

A chirping suddenly erupted from Barbara’s utility belt and the Batgirl was quick to remove a small smart-phone-like device and check it. “Huh, seems our reunion is being interrupted,” she explained. “According to my scanner Gotham’s S.T.A.R. Labs branch warehouse just had its secondary private alarm system tripped.”

Black Canary pulled a small device from her own jacket and ran her eyes over the display, “Strange. My police scanner isn’t reading anything.”

Barbara shook her head, “Waynetech installed the security system in the warehouse. A backup hidden system was put in place just in case the first one failed, it only goes to several private lines.”

Kara had turned her head and had, at this point, began looking across the city, her kryptonian senses giving her a leg up now that she had something to look for.

“I see them,” she said. “Three women, two of them I don’t recognize, but I know the third one quite well.”

While Batgirl turned away and spoke in quiet tones into a communicator Black Canary turned her head to face her companion, “Who is it?”

“Granny Goodness.” Power Girl replied.

Dinah pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed, “The psycho-grandmother from Apokolipse?”

“One and the same,” Batgirl said as she ended whatever conversation she had been having in private. “We are going to have to handle this, Batman’s dealing with the Joker at the moment, seems that he’s planning to hit the mayor in the face with a pie during his speech.”

Kara raised an eyebrow, “That doesn’t sound like something Batman is needed for.”

“It is when the pie has a corrosive acid filling.” Barbara replied.

Black Canary was already making her way toward the fire escape so she could get to her motorcycle, “And people wonder why I usually stay out of Gotham? I’ll see you two at the warehouse.”

With that the three women each left in their own fashions. Canary rode toward the warehouse on her motorcycle. Batgirl decided to eschew her bat-cycle and instead opted to use her grappling hook to swing toward her destination. Kara simply flew. By the time the other two had arrived Power Girl had already been waiting for a handful of minutes.

While the three heroines outside began to case the warehouse the three villainous vixens, though vixen was not the word to use on the drag queen-esque Granny Goodness, on the inside were going about their own nefarious plan. Already the terrible trio had managed to open several of the crates in the warehouse and were seemingly searching for something. Granny watched as the two young women with her took care of the manual labor.

Granny Goodness herself was a thick and older woman. Her aged and battle-scarred face surrounded by a frock of white hair. She wore green and yellow scaled armor featuring the tell-tale insignia that denoted her a servant of Darkseid, the ruler of Apocalyse. A red baton that was capable of dealing out energy blasts that could inflict simple pain, or severe injury, hung at her waist.

The first young woman was clad in black leather strips that criss-crossed her from head to toe leaving caps where Caucasian flesh could be seen beneath. Her head was shaved bare save for a single blue-black ponytail that protruded outward. At her hit sat a long curled whip. Her name was Lashina and she was one of the leaders of the Furies, a group of warrior women that served Granny Goodness and her lord Darkseid with unquestioning loyalty and unmatched brutality.

The second was named Gilotina. She was clad in what looked like skin-tight, form-fitting, fetish-fueled, samurai armor. Across her back she wore a pair of wickedly sharp swords, though even without them she could cut through steel with her bare hands. Her long black locks bobbed as she cut open another crate to search for the prize that Granny sought.

“Continue looking girls,” Granny Goodness cackled. “Granny looks forward to her impending beauty treatment.”

The furies had long known that stroking Granny’s ego was one of the few ways to escape a harsh punishment and Lashina was content to play the role even as she used her whip to tear into another box, “I think you look beautiful as you are Granny.”

The compliment caused Goodness to feign humility, “Oh Lashina dear, nobody likes a suck up.” She chided, “Besides, this is more than simple beauty. This will restore Granny to her glory days. My position as the leader of Lord Darkseid’s forces will be more secure than ever once we find the device.”

“What is it, exactly, that we are looking for Granny?” Guilotina asked. “What does it look like?”

Granny Goodness frowned, “How forgetful you are Guilotina, oh well, nobody ever loved you for your brain anyway. The device looks like a rifle, it is yellow, and has orbs inset along the barrel. A few years ago a nasty witch-boy went on a rampage on the Earth. One of the so-called heroes a man by the name of Dickles, used the age altering ray in an attempt to reverse the effects of the little boy’s magic. It only partially worked and the device burned out afterward. The destroyed weapon was discarded and collected by S.T.A.R. Labs but they could never repair it.”

“If they never fixed it Granny, then what good will it be to us?” Lashina asked, “If you give it to Desaad to reverse engineer it, he will try to claim the credit and present it to Lord Darkseid.”

Goodness nodded and smiled, “Of course he would child. Though that is why Granny brought this new fatherbox with her. It should be able to repair the device and then Granny can use it to return to her prime. When Granny was the best soldier in Darkseid’s Fury Legion.”

Just then Guilotina sliced through the side of a crate and the rifle-like object that had been described tumbled to the floor. Before she was able to bend over and inspect it Granny shoved her aside to grab it for herself.

“Oh this is it!” She crowed triumphantly, “This is what Granny has been looking for!”

Meanwhile the three heroines had made their way to the warehouse roof. Batgirl had already laid out the trio’s battle plan. If this was done correctly then they should be able to apprehend Goodness and her Furies without too much trouble. The three took their positions and waited for Barbara to make the first move.

“Okay girls!” Granny Goodness called in her false sweet tone, “Lets see if fatherbox can do its job.”

The matronly villain placed a small rectangular box to the side of the rifle. The device, the sentient computer known as a fatherbox, pinged and beeped as it began to attempt to repair the device. As it went about its work, suddenly, from above came the sound of shattering glass as a shower of sparkling shards rained down amidst the interlopers from Apokolips.

With the glass a shadow descended, spiraling like a living shadow as it landed and rolled forward, the furies completely caught off guard. Batgirl, while still rolling, with a single smooth motion drew a batarang from her utility belt and let it fly toward Granny. The projectile slammed into her hand and the fatherbox clattered loudly to the floor.

Even as the aged villain prepared to order her Furies to attack the second wave of the Birds of Prey began. Dinah, the Black Canary, followed Batgirl’s lead. She dropped from the rafters and used her acrobatic acumen to find a perch on one of the warehouse shelves before back flipping off and landing in point blank range of Guilotina. The heroine opened her mouth and unleashed her Canary Cry, the sonic attack forcing Guilotina to cover her ears even as the force of the scream sent her spiraling backward and onto her back.

Lashina reacted quickly at seeing her fellow Fury knocked to the floor. She drew her whip and flicked it out. The prehensile cord wrapped itself around Dinah’s neck and promptly cut her Cry to a mere whisper. She yanked backward, pulling Black Canary off balance and threatening to knock the heroine prone.

That was when a white and red streak flashed in straight toward the current highest ranking member of the Furies. Power Girl moved so fast she was little more than a blur even as her fist connected with Lashina’s jaw and sent the female villain tumbling end over end to slam hard into the shelves behind her. Lashina crumpled as she rebounded from the impact, stunned and on the verge of losing consciousness from the onslaught of the kryptonian.

The ambush was highly effective. Batgirl’s sudden arrival, Black Canary neutralizing Guilotina, and Power Girl disabling Lashina. If anyone with less experience than Granny Goodness was in command of the operation then the maneuver would have surely been a clean victory.

Granny Goodness was many things. She was a murderer. She was a torturer. She was a heartless, selfish, ruthless old bag. However with her age came great experience and with experience came great wisdom.

Even as Guilotina and Lashina were taking a beating Granny’s mind had formulated a response. Batgirl, she knew, to be the female counterpart to the Batman, a cunning warrior but still only human. No match for Granny, or any of the Furies, in a direct confronation. Black Canary she had seen from the files that Lord Darkseid’s spies had meticulously gathered, she had at one time even considered kidnapping her and training her to be a fury. Power Girl was a kryptonian, an extremely powerful race, the same as the fabled Superman who had time and again humiliated Lord Darkseid, she was the most physically dangerous of her opponents.

Power Girl shared all of Superman’s abilities. Super strength, super speed, near invulnerability, flight, heat vision, superhuman senses, including telescopic and x-ray vision, as well as super breath, and heat vision. Fortunately for Granny it had become standard procedure for all of Darkseid’s minions to study the potential weaknesses of kryptonians due to Lord Darkseid’s many clashes with Superman. Granny knew that her pain rod wouldn’t be able to kill Power Girl, or even truly seriously injure her, but it could indeed hurt her, even stun her, and the psychological reaction of seeing their most powerful ally felled in a single blow could cause the heroines to hesitate just enough for Granny’s forces to recover.

The aged matriarch grabbed the crimson rod from her belt and aimed it at Power Girl. She pressed her thumb to the trigger plate on the cylindrical weapon and a beam of brilliant scarlet shot forward and struck the maiden of might full on in the stomach. Instantly the pain receptors all over Kara’s body erupted causing the woman of steel to scream in pain and fall to the ground.

“Kara!” Batgirl yelled as dove forward toward Granny Goodness.

Granny would have offered herself the opportunity to smile, if she had the time for it, as the Batgirl lunged for her. Caring for others was a weakness after all, and one she could exploit. She already knew that the Batgirl couldn’t physically overpower her, and therefor going for her in a physical fight was a pointless gesture. Batgirl however would go for the rod, it, after all, was the most dangerous thing there, and Granny was counting on it.

Batgirl did exactly as Goodness predicted. She grabbed for the rod, and she was in for a nasty surprise. Granny had let go of the trigger pain beam and had hit another button just as Barbara’s hand closed onto the staff. As Batgirl yanked at the rod the aged tactician and warrior of Apokolips simply let go of the rod and allowed the young woman to have her prize.

As Barbara Gordon regained her footing, surprised that she was able to claim the weapon so easily, she knew instantly that something was wrong. Unfortunately for her she wasn’t fast enough in figuring out what that something was. The pain rod in her hand suddenly electrified itself sending excruciating electric shocks through the Batgirl’s body. If her gloves hadn’t been insulated to guard against electricity she would have certainly died, even so though the powerful shocks were more than enough to get enough energy through to paralyze her and cause her to cry out in agony.

“Naughty little poppet,” Granny chided the convulsing Batgirl. “Touching Granny’s things isn’t permitted.”

Meanwhile Black Canary was trying to assess the situation herself. Batgirl was down, and she wasn’t aware how badly hurt she might be. Kara was on her knees but seemed to be starting to gather herself, thanks, no doubt, to the accelerated healing that was one of the lesser known aspects of her kryptonian heritage. Dinah knew that she had to buy some time, but even as she began to formulate an attack plan she felt cold steel touch the back of her neck.

“Don’t even think about it.” Guilotina said as she stood poised, her razor sharp sword blade resting on the top most layer of Black Canary’s flesh.

Dinah raised her hands, “I surrender.”

Lashina was extricating herself from the tangle of shelving and boxes that Power Girl had knocked her into. “I think it is too late for that.” She snarled as she retrieved her whip from the floor.

“Nonsense girls,” Granny said as she picked up the fallen fatherbox. “These young ladies deserve the opportunity to witness Granny’s triumph. After they have seen my ultimate glory, then we can kill them.”

“Yes Granny.” The pair replied, both playing their part quite well.

Goodness once more held the fatherbox to the side of the rifle-like device and after a few short moments the box let out a series of pings and beeps. Granny replaced the device on her belt and a large toothy grin spread across her face as she looked at the weapon in her hands. The aged warrior made no secret of the joyful glee that she was feeling.

“After all these years! Finally,” she crowed. “Granny will get what she is owed.”

The elderly villain placed her palm over the barrel of the weapon after adjusting one of the knobs at the rear and pulled the trigger. A burst of green and yellow energy issued forth from the weapon and engulfed Granny’s body. She laughed in triumph as a startling transformation began to take place.

Her chest, sagging and usually in need of great support, began to rise and grow firm poking outward, healthy and no longer ravaged by time and gravity. Her face, wrinkles, frown lines, and laugh lines, began to smooth themselves out. Her lips, cracked and thin, became full and unmarred. The barrel stomach began to shrink and pull inward on itself as the scaled Apokoliptian armor sagged, no longer filled out by the formerly obese frame. Her thighs and calves shifted, becoming hardened as the muscles regained their glory, the armor again sagging as the briefs worn around her groin was all that was holding them in place, itself newly sustained by the newly re-firmed buttocks of the former Granny.

“Oh yes,” she crowed. “This is exactly what Granny wanted.”

Her voice was changed, gone was the gravelly man-like voice, now replaced with the purring tones of a vixen in her prime. She reached up and brushed back the white hair that rested atop her head, letting the wig drop to the floor, her bald head, smooth and free of blemishes, no longer something she sought to hide. Her hands ran over her body, cupping her now impressive, youthful, bosom, and traveling downward to feel her rear and even linger on the gap that now existed between her thighs.

Lashina and Guiltina were stunned, so were Power Girl and Black Canary for that matter. In mere seconds this young woman had gone from Granny Goodness to Co-Ed Goodness. The change in demeanor and appearance were beyond radical.

“Guilotina dear,” Goodness began. “Can you hand me one of your blades?” She asked with her hand out stretched.

“Y-yes granny.” She said as she offered her second sword to the woman.

The former elder laughed as she took the weapon. “No dear, I won’t be Granny again for a good long time. You may call me Lady Goodness.”

Lady Goodness took the blade and plunged it into the armor she wore at a point only a few inches below her now impressive bust and cut across, scales snapped and broke. The integrity of the armor now compromised, Goodness could use her impressive strength to tear it across, removing much of the now lose fabric to expose her smooth, toned, abdomen and belly. She repeated the process with the scale armor at her legs, removing them to show her muscled shins and thighs. Her newly created outfit looked more appropriate to her college-age appearance.

Goodness took a moment to admire herself. A makeshift crop top now covered her upper body. Boots and a simple pair of black leather briefs covered her lower extremities.

“I look like a harlot,” She said as she took the new appearance in. “I think I am going to enjoy this.”

She turned to the heroines who had since been dragged to their knees and mused to herself. “I should simply kill you.” She said, “But I am feeling very generous today. With the proper guidance and training I think you three could make fine Furies for Lord Darkseid, in a few years of course.”

Barbara was about to ask what the woman meant when Lady Goodness raised the rifle and pulled the trigger. Before any words could escape her mouth Power Girl, Batgirl, and Black Canary found themselves engulfed in a corona of green and golden light. She knew at that moment that they were in big trouble.

To be continued...

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