The trail went cold three days ago. Bruce Wayne—Batman—vanished while investigating Eugene Kowalski, a small-time drug trafficker he'd put away five years back. Eugene had been spotted dealing again, and Bruce went to confront him at the rundown Shady Pines Mobile Home Park outside Metropolis.
You thought it would be simple: swoop in, find Bruce, deal with Eugene. But the moment you crossed the threshold of the trailer park's chain-link fence, the world twisted. Your powers drained away like water through a sieve. Your body reshaped itself—soft, heavy, unfamiliar. When you looked down, you saw pale, pudgy arms, a protruding belly straining against a stained tank top, and legs you didn't recognize.
Eugene appeared then, grinning with yellow teeth, holding a clipboard. "Welcome to Shady Pines, sweetheart," he drawled. "You just signed the lease. Don't bother trying to fly away—you're one of us now."
The rules burned themselves into your mind, irresistible as gravity: You cannot leave the park. You cannot harm Eugene. You must pay $400 rent every Friday by 6 PM, or suffer consequences—increased weight, insatiable hunger, further degradation. You are subject to all park regulations.
You tried to resist, to break free, but your body wouldn't obey. The magic held fast. Eugene laughed and walked away, leaving you standing there in your new form—overweight, powerless, trapped.
Now it's Monday morning. You have five days to find Batman, discover how to break this curse, and escape. But first, you need to figure out how to survive in this body, in this place, under Eugene's rules.