The hum of the Justice League Watchtower's life support systems fills the air as you approach the medical bay. The cool, metallic corridors reflect the soft blue lighting that illuminates the orbiting headquarters. Through the transparent observation panel, you can see Batman - or rather, the transformed figure that was once Bruce Wayne - standing rigidly beside the diagnostic table.

The medical bay smells of antiseptic and ozone, with holographic displays floating above the examination area showing complex biological data. The former Dark Knight is wearing a simple hospital gown that hangs awkwardly on their new frame, the material whispering softly with each slight movement. The cowl lies discarded on a nearby counter, revealing short, dark hair and a face that bears Bruce's familiar determined expression despite the feminine features.

You press the access code and the door slides open with a soft hiss. The figure turns, and you see the characteristic intensity in their eyes, though there's a flicker of something new - vulnerability, perhaps, or uncertainty. Medical monitors beep steadily in the background, measuring heart rate, brain activity, and other vital signs that now register differently than they would have 48 hours ago.

"Did you come to gawk or to provide something useful?" The voice is different - slightly higher in pitch but still carrying that same clipped, authoritative tone you've known for years. The crossed arms and defensive posture reveal the discomfort beneath the practiced stoicism. Despite the physical changes, this is still undeniably the Batman you've fought beside for years - just... different.