Nightwing x female!Reader (this is an attempt)

Chapter 1

The light coming through the blinds pushes me from my slumber. My body felt heavier - probably from my exercise excursion yesterday. I should really start exercising every day. I shift from my position on my back to lay on my shoulder to avoid the sunlight. My hands reach out to feel for my phone on my nightstand. When I only feel more bed and no nightstand, my heart rate increases and sobers my mind.

My eyes open expecting my pink walls and butterfly decorations I put up when I was younger. When my mind processes the change of scenery, I scramble around in the sheets to get into a sitting position. Looking around, I notice I'm in a very luxurious room with beige and gold patterned curtains that have sunlight shining through them. I look up and see a big, beautiful crystal chandelier that has sunbeams reflecting around the room. Could this get any more picturesque?

As I'm gawking at my surroundings, my eyes catch a glimpse of my arms - they looked bigger and hairier than I remembered. I look down at my body and don't see the chest that I'm accustomed to. I froze as my mind's loading screen turned on, staring at a shirtless chest. Hairy, muscular arms, no boobs - did I turn into a man?! My hands shoot up to feel around my face. My hair is shorter. I pull it to my eyes to view its color. Black, alright. I need to find a mirror. I need to see who I've become.

Running to the nearest door, I step inside what looks to be a marble-floored bathroom and stare at the strange but very - and I mean very - handsome man in the mirror. My god, those blue eyes are gorgeous. What is this man, a husky? His hair - a messy masterpiece - perfectly adds to his charming looks. Raising my now big calloused hands to touch a clean-shaven face... A sharp jawline. My fingers make their way down to his lips. Plump pink lips. This guy has got to be a model. Slowly venturing my eyes down to admire and look at this man's body, I notice I now have some serious muscles and chest hair. I start flexing my arms, showing off his biceps and pecs.

"Dude, does this guy only like to work out?" Flabbergasted, I stare down at the glorious abs that I'm currently poking. Oh and that v-line is a killer! Hot damn, who is this dude! Wait, if I've been transported into the body of a man, does that mean...

My face feels hot as my lips tightly purse. I slowly bring my hands to the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pull it away from my stomach. It's... really there. I feel steam rising from my ears as I stop peeking at the man's impressive cargo and brace myself against the counter. How the hell did this happen? How did I turn into this man? Where the fuck am I?!

I look back into the mirror and stare quizically at the attractive man again. He almost seems familiar, as if I've seen him before.

A knock on the bedroom door breaks me out of my thoughts and into a panicked state. How do I explain this situation?!

"Master Dick, Master Bruce awaits you in the dining room for breakfast. It's already a quarter past nine, please be down shortly. We don't want Master Bruce to be late for his conference." An old British man's voice comes from behind the bedroom door and I listen as his footsteps retreat.

The cogs in my brain start turning as I piece things together.

"Bruce, Dick, old British dude, and fancy mansion." I pause for a second. "No, nah, you're joking. I'm not actually in the Batman comics right now, am I?" The man's eyes widen as I'm staring him down in the mirror. Now that I'm more aware than ever, I slam my hands down onto the countertop with more strength than I meant to. "Holy shit, I'm Dick Grayson!"

I've transmigrated into a world of superheroes? How is that even possible? I rush back into the bedroom and look around for his phone. I need to figure out when in the comic books I am - how old am I, if I've become Nightwing yet, and whether there's any information I can gather from his cellphone.

With the nightstands appearing empty, the bed a mess from my frenzied searching, and the floor in disarray, my heart rate shoots through the roof as I can't seem to find his phone. Just where does this man keep his cellphone?

As a final attempt, I check under his bed to see if it simply fell under it, and to my luck, I see it lying there - taunting me. With a glower, I snatch it off the floor and settle on the bed. Time to figure out how to unlock his phone. I press on all the buttons on the side of the phone until the screen turns on. My face softens as I look at his lockscreen picture. It's of him at the forefront and four other people huddled behind him for a group photo. They must be Bruce and the rest of the batboys. The sweet smile on Dick's face shows how happy he is to be with his family. I wonder when the photo was taken. I look at the date beneath the time and see the year. Doing simple math, I realize Dick's currently in his mid-to-late 20s, which means he's Nightwing. 

I lean back against the bed and stare at the ceiling. How do I get back into my own body?

(Author's note: this is the first fanfic I've ever written, go easy on me lol)