Super Sonar- Part 2

Sonar's attempts to gain a bit of a power boost are a bit too successful- and it's only going to get more intense from here. Enjoy!

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"Fake it 'til you make it" had been the operative phrase for Sonar while he was trying to figure out how this red crystal— gem— thing worked. Chase and Blonde Blazer wore theirs on their chests, but while Blonde Blazer had that magnificent rack to hold hers in place, the man-bat had almost no idea how it was supposed to hold in place for Chase. Some sort of amulet, maybe? He had tried fashioning a tie clip with the red crystal, but that went nowhere, especially after Prism had referred to it as a "trifling, half-assed wannabe pimp look." So for now, he wore it on a chain tucked under his shirt. Not that that had done any good, either. He hadn't gained any extra powers— he certainly hadn't turned blond— and he couldn't be certain until the geiger counter he ordered came in, but he was a little afraid the thing might be giving him a mild case of radiation poisoning.

Victor sighed into his morning cup of coffee, swirling it around as he thought over the strange little rock pressed against him.

"Yo, Sonar."

His ears perked up as he spotted Robert. "Bobert, my man. What's happening?"

"Not much, not much…" the Dispatcher nodded to the bat's coffee. "Crazy thing, I heard they were making twinkie-flavored coffees these days. Made me think of you, I dunno."

"Nice, nice."

Both men fell silent into an awkward pause before Victor took a long gulp and cleared his throat. "Welp! Got some simoleons to make, I go on the clock in a little bit, so… see you around, chief."

"Hold on a sec," Robert turned around, blocking Victor's way out. "Just wanted to ask you… You wouldn't know anything about the lab break now, would you? You know, when the blazer gem was stolen?"

Victor snorted. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"Well, until someone tells me what its real name is, that's what I'm sticking with." Robert sighed resignedly. "I just wondered if, you know, maybe you were covering for one of the others— We know it's got to be one of you."

"Wow." Victor sniffed, setting his cup down. "Wow. You know, Bobby, I gotta say, I'm hurt. I mean—" His nose twitched, and he tried clearing it. "A-after all we've been through, y-you think…" He held up his hand to sneeze, and as he did, there was a sudden shift— he could feel his suit tightening around him, and did Robert look a little smaller?

"Bless you." Robert muttered, arching his brow.

"Thanks— A-anyways," Victor cleared his throat, loosening his tie. "That you think any of us on the Z-Team would do something like that— I think you're getting a little— a little—" His nose wrinkled as he reeled back for a large sneeze— then when he did, it was like a switch was flipped. All at once, the bat's muscles tightened, constricted, and then expanded in a single second. His suit burst apart at the sleeves, buttons popping off one by one as his shoulders flared out, his arms burled out in thick waves of newly roped together beef, and his chest unfurled like a sail catching a full wind.

The bat widened his stance to make way for his own meaty thighs, bits of cloth clinging to his newly embiggened body— his shirt finally gave way as every part of his torso, from newly formed abs to bulwark lats enhanced his beefy chest, sending buttons flying— and right into Robert's eye.

"Ow! Goddamn it, Sonar!" He screwed his eye shut.

"Oh, uh! Shit, Bobby, sorry about that," the bat looked down, his eyes going wide as he saw the red gem embedded between his pecs, glowing brightly. He quickly tugged on his tie, placing it over the gem, then reached into the break room's fridge for an ice pack. "Here, just, uh, put that on your eye."

"What the Hell just happened?! You blew up like Brickhouse!" Robert snarled.

"Uh— yeah— involuntary— allergic— a-anyways, Bobby, I gotta go clock in!" Victor said, quickly lumbering away.

"But your clothes—!"

The bat bit his lip as he looked down at just how much more of him there was, his own hands grasping as much of his beefy chest as he could in amazement before looking over his shoulder back at Robert. "Hey, what can I say? Wardrobe malfunctions happen in this line of business— catch ya on the flip side!"