Plastic Man!

"Dear plas, I would be delighted if you came over."

"I'm on my way!" He replies before slipping his phone into a pocket in his body.

He springs across Gotham to Wayne Manor and once again slips through the servant's entrance.

"Alfred! I'm here!"

Not much! Just preppin' for a stakeout of my own! How's yer stakeout goin'?

It's boring so far, no movements from inside the building I'm watching but I suppose it could be worse so I can't really complain.

.... Could I come join ya? Stakeouts on yer own are lonely. N' mine's not that important anyway

So long as you don't disturb anything then I don't mind if you come join me.

YIPPEEEE

Where ya at?? Send me yer location and I'll be on my way! Need me to bring anythin'?

Water would be nice. I'm down by the harbor, 17th and 6th just up on one of the rooftops there.

I'm on my way!! I'll be as stealthy as I can!

Alright I won't be leaving any time soon.

A rubbery stretchy sound comes from behind Batman. Plastic Man's arm stretches next to Batman, placing down a bottle of water.

"Heya Bats!"

"Thank you." The Bat glances at Plas for a moment before turning his attention back to the building before them. From where the two of them were at it was easy to tell which building had alot of activity going on due to the amount of guards that were there, considering the building is supposed to be abandoned.

Plastic Man's goggles elongated into binoculars so he could see the building more easily.

"So, what're we stakin' out? Rupert Thorne? The Riddler? The Joker?"

"I am not sure, it's a new group of people so for the time being in watching to see what it is they are trying to either smuggle in or out of the city." The Bat responded watching as the guards move crates of unknown substances into a nearby truck.

Plas nods, then his curl stands up like an exclamation point as he has an idea.

"Need me to go down there? I could go undercover or attach myself to a crate or somethin'! That way we could hear what they're talkin' about!"

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred is quiet for a moment. "I didn't know. I could feel some oddities with me and I knew I was not of human kind. I had no idea how or what I truely was."

"Thank you for your assistance." Alfred blinks and his eyes vividly change colours.

"Well, welcome to the "not quite human" club! People like you n' me gotta stick together! I don't think I can tell ya what ya are exactly, but at least ya kinda know now."

"Of course!" His goggle lenses widen as Alfred's eyes change. "Woah, that's somethin' I can't do! Changin' colours is pretty nifty, Alfred! Just gotta figure out how to control it! Now, let me think how to explain how to change back."

Alfred nods. "I didn't know I could either. You can't?" He thinks for a moment. "I unfortunately wasn't trying to change colours. This might become a problem."

"I mean, I can change colour, but it takes a loooot of concentration. Changin' my form, however, is pretty easy once ya know what yer doin'! So let's focus on gettin' that part back to normal."

Plas returns his head to his body.

"Alright! Alfred, first I want ya to focus on yer leg, the one that's a goat leg. Think about it, feel it in yer mind."

Alfred takes a deep breath closing his eyes keeping his mind focused. His leg shifts and changes, it goes from completely hairy to clean shaven. Alfred has seemingly accidentally taken on plastic mans leg but his own foot is identical to his right. He had also seemingly given himself two right feet.

Plas raises his eyebrows.

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen! At least ya can change on command I guess, which is better than nothin'." He chuckles.

"Keep focusin' on yer leg. But instead of thinkin' of me, I want ya to think about yer own leg. We can work on which foot later if ya can't get that just yet. Just think about yer leg - the skin, the hair, any moles or scars ya have there. Imagine that leg where it should be."

Alfred opens his eyes and looks down at himself. "Hm. Yes. I'll focus on the leg for now." He does close his eyes again and the leg appears more fleshy. Then slowly... hair returns and a couple scars appear. There's a huge bite scar on his leg. Then even slower his foot changes and his toes shift.

Alfred opens his eyes to see he's returned to normal. "My gratitude to you is immeasurable."

Plas grins broadly. "Hey, there ya go! I'm always happy to help! I'm glad I could return the favour. I'm never far away, Alfred. Ya need anything, just text me, okay? I'll do my best to help ya out. Whatever ya need. Us shapeshifters gotta stick together!"

Alfred nods at plas. "You are always welcome here. Please stay, I wish to make you a meal. I'll inform the family I feel better soon. Thank you. I shall stick by you when it is needed."

"I will certainly be staying! Your food is way better than those microwave meals me n' Woozy make. And if the family ask why I was here, just tell them I brought you medicine or somethin'. And if ya need to get away, then my apartment is always open to ya!"

The kid starts, then glares at Bart.

"Where the hell did ya come from? Ya weren't here a second ago! N' I won't get into trouble. If ya hadn't suddenly appeared I woulda been fine!"

"You would still be stealing. What are you stealing for? Don't you have someone taking care of you or something? You shouldn't have to be here stealing"

He shrugs.

"I mean I got someone I'm livin' with now. Kinda just used ta stealin' stuff. Been doin' it for most of my life."

"Well don't. You'll end up in juivi, or prison if you keep going on like this. I doubt you want that"

"The pigs'll never catch me, n' if somehow they do, I'll be out in a flash."

He smirks at Impulse on the last word.

"Very funny. They will catch you one day, so just keep out of people's pockets"

He snorts. "Like they'll be able to keep me behind bars. I don't even need my powers, they're so stupid."

"I don't care if they can keep you or not. Do you want to constantly be on the run?"

"I can change my face, I'll be fiiine. If I chose too, no one'd ever see me again."

"do you really want to be living a life like that? I wouldn't think so"

He crosses his arms. "I don't see why ya care. Don't ya police n' heroes n stuff not care about street kids?"

"we care quite a bit about you kids, actually. It's still our job to protect you, are you really not staying anywhere right now?"

"Nah, I do got somewhere to stay. He's lettin' me sleep at his house n' he's feedin' me and he wants to get me into school." He screwed up his face at the mention of school.

"Well then who is he? I wanna call him to come get you. Or where does he live? anything, he's gotta keep you out if trouble"

"His name's Roy. If I hafta I'll show ya where he lives." He says, irritated. "I can look after myself, I don't need 'im keepin' his eyes on me."

"Obviously you do, if you keep stealing when you don't need too. I won't make you show me, not this time. You have to stop this, though"

"Mmmm, fiiine, I'll try. Can't promise nothin' though. Also, ya owe me for screwin' up what I was doin'."

"Yeah I'll replay you by keeping you out of juivi. How's that sound?"

"I don't like yer bargain. But fine. Don't think ya have pickets in yer costume anyway.... kiddin', kiddin'. I'm goin'."

Not much! Just preppin' for a stakeout of my own! How's yer stakeout goin'?

It's boring so far, no movements from inside the building I'm watching but I suppose it could be worse so I can't really complain.

.... Could I come join ya? Stakeouts on yer own are lonely. N' mine's not that important anyway

So long as you don't disturb anything then I don't mind if you come join me.

YIPPEEEE

Where ya at?? Send me yer location and I'll be on my way! Need me to bring anythin'?

Water would be nice. I'm down by the harbor, 17th and 6th just up on one of the rooftops there.

I'm on my way!! I'll be as stealthy as I can!

Alright I won't be leaving any time soon.

A rubbery stretchy sound comes from behind Batman. Plastic Man's arm stretches next to Batman, placing down a bottle of water.

"Heya Bats!"

"Thank you." The Bat glances at Plas for a moment before turning his attention back to the building before them. From where the two of them were at it was easy to tell which building had alot of activity going on due to the amount of guards that were there, considering the building is supposed to be abandoned.

Plastic Man's goggles elongated into binoculars so he could see the building more easily.

"So, what're we stakin' out? Rupert Thorne? The Riddler? The Joker?"

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred is quiet for a moment. "I didn't know. I could feel some oddities with me and I knew I was not of human kind. I had no idea how or what I truely was."

"Thank you for your assistance." Alfred blinks and his eyes vividly change colours.

"Well, welcome to the "not quite human" club! People like you n' me gotta stick together! I don't think I can tell ya what ya are exactly, but at least ya kinda know now."

"Of course!" His goggle lenses widen as Alfred's eyes change. "Woah, that's somethin' I can't do! Changin' colours is pretty nifty, Alfred! Just gotta figure out how to control it! Now, let me think how to explain how to change back."

Alfred nods. "I didn't know I could either. You can't?" He thinks for a moment. "I unfortunately wasn't trying to change colours. This might become a problem."

"I mean, I can change colour, but it takes a loooot of concentration. Changin' my form, however, is pretty easy once ya know what yer doin'! So let's focus on gettin' that part back to normal."

Plas returns his head to his body.

"Alright! Alfred, first I want ya to focus on yer leg, the one that's a goat leg. Think about it, feel it in yer mind."

Alfred takes a deep breath closing his eyes keeping his mind focused. His leg shifts and changes, it goes from completely hairy to clean shaven. Alfred has seemingly accidentally taken on plastic mans leg but his own foot is identical to his right. He had also seemingly given himself two right feet.

Plas raises his eyebrows.

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen! At least ya can change on command I guess, which is better than nothin'." He chuckles.

"Keep focusin' on yer leg. But instead of thinkin' of me, I want ya to think about yer own leg. We can work on which foot later if ya can't get that just yet. Just think about yer leg - the skin, the hair, any moles or scars ya have there. Imagine that leg where it should be."

Alfred opens his eyes and looks down at himself. "Hm. Yes. I'll focus on the leg for now." He does close his eyes again and the leg appears more fleshy. Then slowly... hair returns and a couple scars appear. There's a huge bite scar on his leg. Then even slower his foot changes and his toes shift.

Alfred opens his eyes to see he's returned to normal. "My gratitude to you is immeasurable."

Plas grins broadly. "Hey, there ya go! I'm always happy to help! I'm glad I could return the favour. I'm never far away, Alfred. Ya need anything, just text me, okay? I'll do my best to help ya out. Whatever ya need. Us shapeshifters gotta stick together!"

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred is quiet for a moment. "I didn't know. I could feel some oddities with me and I knew I was not of human kind. I had no idea how or what I truely was."

"Thank you for your assistance." Alfred blinks and his eyes vividly change colours.

"Well, welcome to the "not quite human" club! People like you n' me gotta stick together! I don't think I can tell ya what ya are exactly, but at least ya kinda know now."

"Of course!" His goggle lenses widen as Alfred's eyes change. "Woah, that's somethin' I can't do! Changin' colours is pretty nifty, Alfred! Just gotta figure out how to control it! Now, let me think how to explain how to change back."

Alfred nods. "I didn't know I could either. You can't?" He thinks for a moment. "I unfortunately wasn't trying to change colours. This might become a problem."

"I mean, I can change colour, but it takes a loooot of concentration. Changin' my form, however, is pretty easy once ya know what yer doin'! So let's focus on gettin' that part back to normal."

Plas returns his head to his body.

"Alright! Alfred, first I want ya to focus on yer leg, the one that's a goat leg. Think about it, feel it in yer mind."

Alfred takes a deep breath closing his eyes keeping his mind focused. His leg shifts and changes, it goes from completely hairy to clean shaven. Alfred has seemingly accidentally taken on plastic mans leg but his own foot is identical to his right. He had also seemingly given himself two right feet.

Plas raises his eyebrows.

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen! At least ya can change on command I guess, which is better than nothin'." He chuckles.

"Keep focusin' on yer leg. But instead of thinkin' of me, I want ya to think about yer own leg. We can work on which foot later if ya can't get that just yet. Just think about yer leg - the skin, the hair, any moles or scars ya have there. Imagine that leg where it should be."

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred is quiet for a moment. "I didn't know. I could feel some oddities with me and I knew I was not of human kind. I had no idea how or what I truely was."

"Thank you for your assistance." Alfred blinks and his eyes vividly change colours.

"Well, welcome to the "not quite human" club! People like you n' me gotta stick together! I don't think I can tell ya what ya are exactly, but at least ya kinda know now."

"Of course!" His goggle lenses widen as Alfred's eyes change. "Woah, that's somethin' I can't do! Changin' colours is pretty nifty, Alfred! Just gotta figure out how to control it! Now, let me think how to explain how to change back."

Alfred nods. "I didn't know I could either. You can't?" He thinks for a moment. "I unfortunately wasn't trying to change colours. This might become a problem."

"I mean, I can change colour, but it takes a loooot of concentration. Changin' my form, however, is pretty easy once ya know what yer doin'! So let's focus on gettin' that part back to normal."

Plas returns his head to his body.

"Alright! Alfred, first I want ya to focus on yer leg, the one that's a goat leg. Think about it, feel it in yer mind."

Not much! Just preppin' for a stakeout of my own! How's yer stakeout goin'?

It's boring so far, no movements from inside the building I'm watching but I suppose it could be worse so I can't really complain.

.... Could I come join ya? Stakeouts on yer own are lonely. N' mine's not that important anyway

So long as you don't disturb anything then I don't mind if you come join me.

YIPPEEEE

Where ya at?? Send me yer location and I'll be on my way! Need me to bring anythin'?

Water would be nice. I'm down by the harbor, 17th and 6th just up on one of the rooftops there.

I'm on my way!! I'll be as stealthy as I can!

Alright I won't be leaving any time soon.

A rubbery stretchy sound comes from behind Batman. Plastic Man's arm stretches next to Batman, placing down a bottle of water.

"Heya Bats!"

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred is quiet for a moment. "I didn't know. I could feel some oddities with me and I knew I was not of human kind. I had no idea how or what I truely was."

"Thank you for your assistance." Alfred blinks and his eyes vividly change colours.

"Well, welcome to the "not quite human" club! People like you n' me gotta stick together! I don't think I can tell ya what ya are exactly, but at least ya kinda know now."

"Of course!" His goggle lenses widen as Alfred's eyes change. "Woah, that's somethin' I can't do! Changin' colours is pretty nifty, Alfred! Just gotta figure out how to control it! Now, let me think how to explain how to change back."

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

"I am not a human being. We've been trying to discover what i am. This is not some spell or curse."

Alfred sighs. "I transformed myself. I just don't know how to undo this, shockingly we know very few shape changers."

"Huh, I never knew! Gotta say, ya hid it pretty well. Not that I'm the best at figurin' out other shapeshifters, but ya know."

"Yeah, sometimes bad dreams, or even good ones, can cause ya to change yer shape accidentally. Dontcha worry, I'm sure we can figure this out!"

Alfred opens the door and ushers Plastic man in. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt unlike his average normal suit. He gestures to his left leg which was furry and he now had a hoof instead of a foot. "I had an unfortunate dream and I am now a quarter goat."

Instead of bending down, Plastic Man's neck extends and his head moves down to look at the leg.

"A dream? Is this some kinda magic? Ya said ya needed my assistance, but this sounds more like somethin' Constantine or Zatanna would know what to do with."

The knowledge I gain is against my wishes, I shall not inflict suffering onto you against yours.

Your change is admirable. Something you should be proud of.

I 'ppreciate ya. I try to be better.

If ya ever need anythin', I'll be 'round somewhere. Maybe some of my friends could help ya out with yer burden.

Thank you for saying so. Your friends seem... genuine. You do too.

I 'ppreciate that! I try my best. Ya seem like a cool guy!

Not much! Just preppin' for a stakeout of my own! How's yer stakeout goin'?

It's boring so far, no movements from inside the building I'm watching but I suppose it could be worse so I can't really complain.

.... Could I come join ya? Stakeouts on yer own are lonely. N' mine's not that important anyway

So long as you don't disturb anything then I don't mind if you come join me.

YIPPEEEE

Where ya at?? Send me yer location and I'll be on my way! Need me to bring anythin'?

Water would be nice. I'm down by the harbor, 17th and 6th just up on one of the rooftops there.

I'm on my way!! I'll be as stealthy as I can!