By Aghori Shaivite- Commissioned by Animelover1808
(Note: This story takes place within the events of the Return of the Joker animated movie. “Present day” Gotham, not the future. If you haven’t watched Return of the Joker, this story contains spoilers. Be warned.)
It had been a year since the Joker died.
It had also been a year since Tim Drake had been recovered from insanity, a year since Batman had retired, and a year since Harley Quinn had disappeared, reportedly last seen as she plummeted to her death from the edge of a cliff. What a year it had been.
That statement rang true for anyone in Gotham, but especially for Batgirl. She continued to fight crime, even after Bruce had hung up his cowl and renounced the crime fighting scene. Batgirl knew it had to do with Joker’s death. With the greatest villain of Gotham taken down, it was almost as if a yin yang balance was lost. Crime still existed, and villains were many, but none of them matched the extreme dark nature of the Joker. No way. Not even close. Mad Hatter, Killer Croc, Two-Face, The Scarecrow- Batgirl could take them and anyone else on easily, though she wished that Bruce would one day reclaim the Batman persona.
She doubted it.
Even with all that preoccupied her crime fighting life on a daily basis, Batgirl couldn’t shake the last events of Harley Quinn’s life out of her head.
Poor Harley. She tried to save her, damn it. It didn’t work. Holding onto the ledge of a cliff, struggling to save the clown prince’s deluded girlfriend, she failed. Harley had plummeted to her death. If only she could have done more to prevent what seemed inevitable.
“Heh. Still thinking about it, huh?”
Batgirl shook out of her trance to see who was talking to her. That was when she remembered that she was on a building’s edge, surveying the city for crime before the contemplation had begun. The person that awoke her from those vividly tragic memories was Batwoman. She was quite new to crime fighting, but not bad. Batgirl didn’t know her true identity, but she didn’t mind another red haired Bat vixen fighting crime in Gotham.
“Yeah,” Batgirl responded. “You caught me.”
Batwoman slapped her crime fighting colleague on her back. Batgirl had to admit- the woman’s beautiful scarlet red hair really made her beautiful cheekbones and soft lips stand out. Sometimes, Batgirl thought she could probably go gay for Batwoman, which wouldn’t be too bad. She was sure her father wouldn’t have minded, if he knew Barbara Gordon was Batgirl, of course. At the same time, Batgirl could swear that Batwoman gave her the queer eye from time to time.
“Sometimes I think it’s weird that I revealed so much of my past to you in a couple of months,” Batgirl said as she looked back at the city, hoping Batwoman didn’t catch any awkward glances from her.
“I appreciate it.” Batwoman looked over the edge as well. “Maybe you’re just happy to have someone that can fight crime in this city, too. So many others have retired.”
“I’ll say. Batman, Robin, Nightwing- it’s a tragedy.”
Batwoman nodded. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. “I need to tell you something. Some word on the street business I’ve heard from thugs.”
“Yes?”
“... It’s been a few nights that I’ve heard this rumor circulating.”
“What is it?”
“Harley Quinn is back in town.”
Batgirl’s face turned to Batwoman with a quick spin, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“I thought it was delusional talk at first. I disregarded it. But they keep saying it... I’ve heard it all over town. It seems like many a lowlife has had dealings with her recently. She’s collecting a huge sum of money in a short amount of time.”
Batgirl shook her head. “I saw her fall. I heard her screaming. It plays in my head everyday. There’s... There’s no way. She died.”
“She’s not dead.”
Batgirl stood up, taking a few steps back from the ledge.
“And the last thug I beat up tonight says she’s been looking for us.”
“Us.”
“You and me both. Specifically Batgirl and Batwoman.”
Batgirl slammed her right fist into her left palm. “That conniving clown. How did she do it?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you this. Especially after knowing all that you’ve been through.”
“Where is she?”
“I got a clue. The last guy I beat up, he said either you or Batman would know this one. He said he had a song to give us, from Harley.”
“How did it go?”
Batwoman struggled to remember the melody. “They’re... finny and funny and oh so delish-”
“The abandoned Gotham fish packaging factory.”
“Wow, really? That was fast.”
“It’s on Gotham Harbor. It came from some annoying commercial Joker and Harley put out a few years ago. They were releasing jokerized fish to the public.”
“Now that you mention it, I remember that.”
Batgirl walked towards the ledge with a grappling gun in hand. “Follow me.” Batgirl shot the gun towards the largest tower at close range and was off, sailing through the night sky.
Batwoman followed immediately.
In the dark of an abandoned security room in the abandoned Gotham Fish Packaging Company, a woman in a skin tight harlequin jester outfit hummed a pretty little tune to herself. All the while, she applied her white greasepaint makeup over and over, fawning over thoughts of a man that had disappeared a year earlier. Screens surrounded her, capturing the insides and outsides of the Fish company from different angles.
It wasn’t long, however, before she saw two silhouetted figures in long capes on one of the screens. They were flying through the parking lot with the aid of ropes.
“Isn’t that hilarious?” the woman said as she looked at the screen. “Two ladies in search of fish this late? I don’t think so... you’re gonna get more than Omega 3s, Bat-bimbos.” The woman looked to her side where a picture of her late lover grinned back at her in a small frame. Picking the picture up, she kissed it softly on its protective glass covering before putting it back down and walking out of the control room.
“We’ve got to be cautious,” Batgirl said.
Batwoman heeded Batgirl’s words, but she still didn’t know how much of a threat this Harley would be. Wasn’t she just a lackey? Now that her boss was dead, would she be any more difficult to handle than a common thug?
As they walked through the darkness of the fish company, they could see some rats scurrying here and there. All of the machines except for a few soft lights had been completely exposed.
“I can’t say I feel threatened,” Batwoman admitted.
“Well, you better stay on your toes. Believe me. This lady was just as lethal and bad as the Joker. Sometimes, even worse. She did his dirty work on many an occasion.” Batgirl stopped in her tracks. “Hey... is that a batarang?”
Sure enough, there was a batarang. It was embedded over a nearby door, holding up a huge, white, and slimy fish that grinned widely with red lips.
Batwoman’s face held obvious disgust. “Oh god. I could throw up right now.”
“Don’t approach it. It’s probably a trap. I wouldn’t go into that room either.”
“Good thinking. I’m sure she would just love to treat us like fish on a hook.”
“It’s a proper warning.” Batgirl looked at a door on the other side of the hall. “Let’s go into that one.”
Batwoman followed Batgirl into the room opposite of the one with the hanging fish. As they warily entered, they both hoped they would find Harley soon.
“That fish has me convinced,” Batgirl said. “She’s back. Even after all you told me, I doubted it all- but she’s back without a doubt.”
“I just hope she’s here. She could be out running errands.”
“No way. I’ll tell you one thing about the Joker and Harley. If they say they’re going to be somewhere, they will be there as soon as you arrive. It’s as if they always know the perfect time to catch you in one of their jokes. Some freakish biological clock.”
It was no sooner than Batgirl had talked that trouble finally revealed itself. The door behind them slammed shut. A red light flashed in the room above the door as a siren sounded. Batgirl and Batwoman ran to the metal door immediately, banging their fists against it in vain.
“Hiya girls,” Harley’s cheerful voice said from the loudspeaker. “Welcome to my ha-ha-hacienda.”
Right then, yellow gas streamed from the ceiling, filling the room mercilessly. The two woman reached for gas masks but it was too late. They started to laugh hysterically, their hands shaky as they dropped the masks to the ground.
“Sorry, ladies,” Harley continued, “but I spent some bucks this week, just to get the place some fun little booby traps. Don’t feel bad. Any room you would have walked into had a prank waiting just for the both of you. I’m kind of sad you picked the least painful one.”
The women could hardly hear Harley above their own laughs. It was hard to catch their breaths as their lungs, stomachs and chests felt tight. Moving through the flashing red room, they rubbed against the walls in vain, searching for some way to get out.
“Wow, great audience. Thank you ladies and gentlemen, good night!” Harley’s laugh echoed from the loudspeakers as, suddenly, another stream of gas flooded the room. This one was purple and thicker than the yellow laughing gas. Even in the limited sight of their squinting eyes and squirting tears, the superheroines knew what that dreaded fog was- sleeping gas.
“A haha- noo!!” Batgirl said before her eyes fluttered softly, her face becoming numb as she slumped to her knees.
Batwoman could only protest with a laugh. Her knees buckled too, and before long, her body fell to the floor and across Batgirl.
The smoke lingered in the air for about ten seconds after it stopped streaming from the overhead vents. Then, the metal door opened. Harley stood over the woman, her mask snug and tight over her face.
“When I’m done with you, ladies,” Harley said, “you’ll wish you had remained sleeping.”
Batwoman was the first to wake up. Regaining awareness after five seconds or so, she was not relieved to feel the position she was in. For one, she could immediately tell that her mask was not on her face. Second, her long red hair had been cut. It had to have been- she couldn’t feel it going down her back. She could still feel the rest of her costume on, and her body was upright. Pressed against her back was some sort of metal gurnie- the type they pushed Arkham patients in when they were deemed criminally insane- too criminally insane. Like a dog, she had been adjusted to this metal device with little leeway to move anything other than her face.
“Batwoman?” Batgirl asked.
Batwoman’s eyes opened up wide. Oh no, she thought, Batgirl was only a few feet to her left, and probably in the exact same predicament as her. “Batgirl! Are you... in one of these insane gurney things too?”
“Yeah! Damned Harley! She must have done this to us after she gassed us.”
“I told you... she’s crazy.”
“We’ve got to get out of here.”
“You’re going nowhere, ladies!”
The women gasped and shook in horror as they noticed the door about six feet in front of them. Walking in with a smile on her face was none other than the queen of slapstick crime, Harley Quinn.
“Harley!” Batgirl shouted. “Get us out of here!”
“Eventually, Bat-brain,” Harley said, “but first, we’ve got some things to discuss. Don’t you want to know where your favorite lady of Gotham has been for the past year?”
Neither of the crime fighters answered.
“Welllllllllllll...” Harley began, “I went on a little trip! Through time. Batgirl, or should I say, Barbara-”
Batgirl gasped. Damn- her cowl! It really was gone!
“-you remember when you left me plummeting to my sad and miserable death, don’t you?”
Batgirl sneered. “I tried to save you. You tried to kill Batman... and me! And you brainwashed our little Robin and made him crazy. He’s only a kid, Harley!”
“Oh yeah... Robin. Or Tim Drake. Or... Joker.”
The women looked back at Harley with blank stares.
“Well, that’s what he called himself in the future. He saved me you know. Tim Drake, the future Joker. He came for me.”
Batgirl rolled her eyes. Did Harley really expect them to believe this? Gibberish about a future Joker saving her. “This is bull, Harley- I saw you fall to your death. I mean... maybe the Joker would survive something like that, but you?”
“You’d be surprised how quickly a fast acting time portal will slow you down in mid air, Batgirl.”
Batgirl shook her head. Tim saved Harley? With a time portal? She had seen all sorts of things in Gotham, but it wasn’t like Gotham was Metropolis. Still, Harley Quinn was standing right before her, in the flesh, and looking the same as she did before she disappeared. It couldn’t be too far fetched...
Harley cleared her throat. “Ladies, let me tell you something. Especially you, Barbie. You’re friend Kate will really want to hear this.”
“Kate?”
“Kate Kane, Batwoman, whatever her name is. Now anyway, stop interrupting my story!”
Batgirl was frozen in silence. Kate Kane. Wasn’t she dating that lady that used to be on her dad’s force, Renee Montoya? Wow, she thought- maybe she was checking me out.
Batwoman’s face flushed from knowing her secret was exposed. Oh well, she thought- it seemed the bats revealed themselves to each other sooner or later. She’d rather Batgirl know who she was more than anyone. Harley, on the other hand...
Harley walked a bit closer to her captives. “I’ve seen the future, and whether you like it or not, the future isn’t Batman. It’s Joker. Or should I say... Jokerz.”
“Jokerz?” Batwoman asked.
“Yes. An entire organization dedicated to the memory and greatness that is my mistah J.” Harley sighed lovingly as she held her hands up to her breasts in clasped ecstasy. “Isn’t he wonderful? Oh, oh yeah, about how I lived when you tried to kill me. Well, this future Joker, he had this device that could travel through time. Got it from some guy named Chronos. Kind of like The Clock King, but better! Anywho! He opened the portal right under me- soon as I fell a few feet, I found myself 40-50 years into the future.”
“That’s bullshit,” Batgirl said. “Complete bullshit.”
“It’s true,” Harley spat back. “That’s when future Joker introduced me to the gang. They would do anything for him. I got to admit, Tim Drake makes a damn good Joker- romantically sadistic, abusively fun... but he’s no Mistah J.”
“God, will you stop that already?” Batwoman said. “You sound so annoying when you say that.”
“Say what?”
“Mistah J.”
“Well, sorry my accent annoys you.” Harley grinned. “Geez, talk about dialect prejudices. Okay, fine, so I annoy you. That can’t stop us from being one, big, happy family.”
The super heroines were trying to find some way out of their bonds. There had to be a loophole or flaw in the gurney that could grant them a way out- but it all seemed hopeless. Houdini wouldn’t make it. Hell, not even Batman. Their prison was so tight. All of their limbs were restricted and denied any movement.
“You see, even though the Joker from beyond and I were not meant to be... I did develop some close friendships in that future time.”
“Who cares?” Batwoman asked.
“You should. Because you too will serve as the perfect stand ins for my precious Dee Dees.”
Batgirl raised a brow in a scoffing manner. “Dee Dees?”
“Yes! Dee Dees! My precious grands, all grown up and wrecking hilarious havoc in the far future world of Gotham. Destroying things, blowing up buildings, holding people for ransom- they’re so cute! Making Grandma proud!” Harley showed two pictures of her Dee Dees, walking from Batgirl to Batwoman and giving them a look. “Aren’t they adorable?”
“So that’s why you cut our hair,” Batgirl said.
I knew it! Batwoman thought. She wasn’t the only one that had been robbed of her luscious hair.
“Yes! And the best thing is, you don’t even have to dye your hair! You’re both redheads- perfect candidates for being just like my Dee Dees!”
Batwoman grimaced. “I doubt that’s the only reason you want us to be stand ins for some brats from the future.”
“Well, no. Honestly, the humiliation, the defeat, a sadistic feel of control, compensation for a lost love, and the humor of it all really made me want to do it more- probably by 80 percent!” Harley tapped her foot in thought. “But 20 percent of it really was because you would make cute Dee Dees.”
“Batgirl was right... you’re insane!”
“Of course, I’m insane, toots!” Harley laughed. “You think anyone sane could date the Joker? You are the weakest link, goodbye!”
The Bat ladies were speechless.
“Oh! I forgot to discuss your face makeovers!” Harley pulled out a small mirror and held it in front of Batgirl’s face.
Batgirl starred in fright as Harley held up the mirror in front of her face. Batgirl could imagine it now. She knew what Harley wanted to do to her beautiful face. Batgirl imagined how horrid it would look with greasepaint as her eyes stared back at her from the glass. She felt embarrassment as she thought of her cheeks, how corny they would look with circles red and rosy. The freak would probably make her paint her lips too. She would be some stupid clown, just like Joker and Harley, only worse- a stooge for Harley.
“Just imagine it- a little white greasepaint, a little red, and then- ta-da! Dee Dee magic! What do you think, girls?” Harley showed Batwoman her face as well, letting the imagination kick in.
“Disgusting!” Batwoman shouted. “When I lay my hands on you-”
“We’ll have a hug party! Then, we’ll go out and terrorize Gotham. It’ll be fun.”
“Harley, you’re dumb,” Batgirl said. “I mean, really dumb. If you missed the real Joker so much, why didn’t you just go back in time to be with the Joker?”
Harley looked up in thought. “Oh... didn’t think of that.”
Batgirl rolled her eyes.
Harley sighed. “Oh well. It’s not like I can just get a chance to time travel again. I would have probably had to fight with my old self to get the Joker, too.”
“You actually could have just teleported back to save Joker after you fell off the cliff. Then he probably would have still been alive and you would be up to your little hijinks again.”
Harley growled. She was really tired of Batgirl finding holes in her time travel decisions. “Okay, Batgirl. Okay. I didn’t think things through. It’s not like I’m Paul Dini or something. But hey! It doesn’t matter, girls. We’ve got each other.”
“Bite us, Harley. Just how are you ever going to convince us to be stand-ins for your ‘future’ grands?”
“Easy!” Harley held up two extremely small microchips. “Joker always told me- if you ever want to share a real laugh with people, contact the Mad Hatter. He knows all about sharing.”
Batgirl and Batwoman could feel sweat pour instantly. They knew all about the Mad Hatter’s microchips. It it got anywhere on them, they would instantly become Harley’s playthings.
“I already got my mind control band on, under my jester cowl here,” Harley said, pointing to her bell and caps. “It’s pretty simple to use, actually. I take a chip, move my hand behind Batgirl’s neck and press it here-”
“No!” Batwoman screamed.
“-like so. Ahhh... there. How do you feel, Batgirl.”
“Err...”
“What are you doing to her?” Batwoman asked.
“Oh, you know... just putting Batbrat in her place.” Harley’s brows furrowed as she placed a hand on her cowl. “But she’s being very, very stubborn...”
“Arrgh... I won’t...”
“Won’t what, Dee Dee?” Harley asked teasingly.
“I won’t... let you... brainwash Dee Dee like this.” Batgirl’s eyes widened. “I mean me! You won’t brainwash... me like this!”
Harley laughed as she pressed onto her cap and bells more, tuning up the frequency in her mind. Damn, she’s strong, Harley thought.
Batgirl’s mind was strong. She was a detective of the night, used to fighting corrupt and bad villains like this. She wouldn’t let Harley destroy her so quickly, throwing her to the curb like some rag doll. Yes, a rag doll- anyone that would let their minds be so gullibly controlled was a mere toy, and nothing more. Batgirl could feel Harley’s mind trying to invade hers, trying to pull on her mental strings like a puppet- but no. She would not allow this. Maybe this technology could instantly brainwash the average person, but not her. Not Barbara Gordon.
“Stop resisting, Bat dweeb!” Harley said with anger as she gritted her teeth, staring Batgirl into her eyes head on.
“Don’t stop, Batgirl!” Batwoman said, egging her own. “She’s weak if you don’t give in!”
“Arrrgh.” Batgirl’s face was turning red.
Harley was pressing. She sweated a bit under the collar, but luckily her makeup wasn’t getting stained. She could handle this. There was nothing Batgirl could do. This technology was top notch. No one, not even a bat, could evade the Mad Hatter’s superior mind control devices.
“Aggggh!!” Batgirl’s eyes were squinted as her mind throbbed.
“You can do it, Batgirl!”
“Shut up, Dee Dee!” Batgirl screamed.
Suddenly, the tug of war stopped. Batgirl was panting. The sweat ran down her brow as the heat within her skin slowly started to calm down. Harley grinned as she could feel Batgirl’s brain completely under her control.
“What did you say there, Dee Dee?” Harley asked teasingly.
“No...” Batwoman shook her head. “Don’t tell me you gave in Batgirl. Please.”
“I don’t know, Dee Dee,” Batgirl said in an entirely different voice. “Why would you feel I gave in, Dee Dee. Dee Dee?”
Batwoman’s palms were so wet under her glove.
“Dee Dee,” Harley said in a nagging tone. “Dee Dee asked you a question.”
“Huh?” Batwoman asked.
“Oh, come on dear,” Harley said with a grin. “You know she’s referring to you.”
Batwoman pouted.
“Dee Dee,” Batgirl said in a needy tone. “You know you have to let Harley free you, right Dee Dee?”
“Hell if I’ll do anything of the sort,” Batwoman said with a stern tone.
“Dee Dee,” Harley said as she walked towards Batwoman. “You know Dee Dee, don’t you Dee Dee?” Harley pressed and adjusted the chip on the back of Batwoman’s neck.
Batwoman could feel Harley trying to reprogrammed her immediately. She wouldn’t cave in so easily. “Go to hell.”
“I’ve been there.” Harley’s mental reigns were going hard at Batwoman’s mind- so hard some electrical shards shot from the chip. “Nearly dying when you fall off the edge of a cliff is as close to hell as you’re going to get!”
Batwoman fought the mental urges to give in, though they were pressing on her mind. She was sweating all over. “Yeah, right! You’ll never know the hell you and Joker put your victims through.”
“Dee Dee, stop fighting,” Batgirl said.
“Yeah, Dee Dee.” Harley said.
Batwoman’s eyes shut tight. “Errrr.... s- stop.”
More electrical shards shot out of the chip as Batwoman felt a strong pain move through her brain.
“Give in,” Harley said again.
“Never!”
The mental force increased. It was becoming intense by the second.
“Oh my... you’re so much more of a challenge than Batgirl,” Harley said. She was getting turned on by the Batwoman’s integrity.
“Don’t worry, Harley,” Batgirl said. “Dee Dee will give in. Sooner or later.”
“Ahh... ahhhh...” Batwoman could feel her mind giving out. She wouldn’t let this subside, however. She needed to win this, break through the spell. If only she could move from the gurney.
She couldn’t. She was trapped, stuck- a plaything for Harley.
“Ahhh!”
“Stop resisting, Dee Dee,” Batgirl said with anger.
“No, Dee Dee!” Batwoman shot back.
Batgirl laughed as Batwoman realized, with shock, what she had just said.
“That’s right,” Harley said, grinning ear to ear. “Join your sister. Don’t leave her lonely. Dee Dee isn’t Dee Dee without her Dee Dee.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Dee Dee,” Batwoman said, still holding on to the last bits of her sanity. “Gotta think of Gotham... and the citizens... and... Dee Dee. Can only think of Dee Dee, and the... Jokerz... fuck Gotham, Dee Dee. Just... arrrgh...”
“You’re so close!” Harley said with a wicked laugh.
“I can’t do this...” Batwoman’s face was making a variety of twitches, pouts, and eye squints. Her brows rose up and down.
After a while, Harley loosened her intense pushing. She had felt Batwoman weakening minutes ago, but she had to let her know who was boss. The crimefighter had been such a feisty one, and now, she was nothing. Weak, mentally wiped out and ruled like her counterpart. Harley couldn’t wait until she could really play with them.
The villainess walked up to Batwoman and stroked her cheek. She felt her sweat pour down, the heavy breathing that escaped her mouth. She wanted to remember her like this, defeated and worn.
“I hated to have to do that to you, Dee Dee,” Harley said. “But you understand why, right?”
After catching her breath, Batwoman looked Harley into her eyes without any signs of disobedience. “Of course, Harley. You’re the boss.”
“Bingo.” Harley grinned as she nodded her head over to Batgirl’s direction. “Dee Dee was wanting for you over there. You know Dee Dee, don’t you?”
“Oh yes. I know Dee Dee, Harley. How could I forget Dee Dee?”
“I asked you how you felt, Dee Dee,” Batgirl said. “Minutes ago.”
“Huh? Wha- Oh yes, Dee Dee. I feel fine, Dee Dee. How do you feel, Dee Dee?”
“Fine.” Batgirl rubbed her lips together before giving a sinister smile. “Actually... I feel great, Dee Dee.”
Batwoman smiled evilly as well. “Yeah, Dee Dee. Me too. Great, actually.”
“Sinisterly great.”
“Yeah, sinister.”
Harley nodded. “Yes. Good sisters should always feel the same. Exactly the same.”
“Double trouble,” the Dee Dees said in matching agreement.
Perfect, Harley thought.
“Just wish I could get out of this stupid Batgirl outfit.”
“Me too, Dee Dee. Being Batwoman sucks.”
“I need something more white.”
“Yeah. Like a poofy hat and some booty shorts.”
“Don’t forget the go-go boots, Dee Dee.”
“Yeah. And the red top.”
“Okay, girls, okay,” Harley said, convinced the chips worked. “You can get out of those gurneys now. But you better be on your best behavior.”
Harley undid the restraints on the gurneys, loosening the bonds on their necks, arms, torsos, legs, hands and feet. As the girls walked out of their holding spaces, they rotated their joints and stretched their limbs.
“Gee, Dee Dee- that was a tight spot.”
“I’ll say, Dee Dee.”
“You girls need to get out of those clothes and into something more fun.”
The women agreed instantly. Batwoman was the first one to strip. She pulled off her gloves and her boots, throwing them to the side. Her pretty feet rested on the floor and walked around for Harley a bit, giving her a show. “How do you like it, Harley?”
“You look excellent, Dee Dee- but the both of you need to take off way more than just some gloves and boots. I know you’re just teasing me. Well? Show me more.”
Both of the Dee Dees grinned.
The woman that used to be Batgirl had thrown her boots and gloves to the side too. Her sleek legs were already showing through her black tights but they really showed once she threw them to the side. Her cape had been removed a long time ago, and her utility belt too. Dee Dee was glad that her Harley was so smart.
Harley rubbed her hands together as she looked at the crimefighter’s long and gorgeously strong legs. She could see the firmness of them as their hips were revealed with their falling panties, shining in the light.
The top of their costumes were the next to go. Unzipped and thrown to the side, their torsos both sported some small yet nice fitting bras on ample breasts. They would go as well, revealing nice, round nipples that looked good enough to suck on. The women moved their hands against their skin, glowing with warmth as they pressed their backs against each other, arms cupping their breasts that had already been naughtily exposed to Harley.
“Dee Dee- are you thinking what I’m thinking.”
“Mmm. Of course, Dee Dee.”
The ladies walked over to Harley as she stood and watched them. The two girls kissed the woman square on her cheeks.
“Girls, please- don’t ruin the makeup.” Harley grinned. “We’ll play later.”
The girls nodded before looking over to the side of a room. They saw a dressing table set up and ready for them. There was makeup and costumes waiting for them- their own signature Dee Dee costumes.
“We have no need for lingerie anymore, Dee Dee.”
“I don’t believe in lingerie, Dee Dee.”
The ladies slipped on their clothes, zipping the bootie shorts on and slipping the red tops over their heads. Their breasts sat comfortably in them, naturally pushed up a bit and giving Harley a show even as they dressed.
“Your booty looks nice in those shorts,” Dee Dee said as she pulled on her boots.
“Yours too,” Dee said, her boots already on as she slid on her hat.
Both of the girls were fully dressed. The Dee Dee clothing did such a great job in accentuating their natural features and outlining their beautiful curves. Still, they felt very naked.
“It’s time we did our face, Dee Dee.”
“I agree. We just aren’t us if we don’t have our best faces on.”
The girls sat down and adjusted the dressing table mirror.
“Here, Dee Dee, let me apply this white greasepaint on for you.”
“Mmmm.”
Dee Dee took her hand and rubbed the white greasepaint all over Dee Dee’s face. It fit her perfectly, and she wasn’t surprised that her sister Dee Dee did the exact thing for her. Before long, their entire faces and necks were caked, just the way they should be.
“Don’t forget to darken the eyelashes, Dee Dee.”
“Righty-O. That’s what Gramps would say.”
The women fixed their eyelashes to a nice and dark tint. It really brought out their eyes. Without a word, they grabbed the red lipstick, giving their cheeks a rosy, round shine before moving on to their lips. Their mouths were so wet and scarlet now, shimmering from the low light on the dressing table. Harley was walking behind them.
The Dee Dees looked up with grins on their faces.
Harley moved her hands through their hair. She idolized the red locks, so identical to one another. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride from the work she had done. “And so it begins. My very own Jokerz. I’m sure we’ll find a lot of other good candidates for our group.”
“You’re right, Harley. But we should really enjoy this precious time we have together, shouldn’t we, Dee Dee?”
“I agree, Dee Dee. The three of us need to take advantage of all this time.”
“You’re right,” Harley said in agreement. She rested her hands on the girl’s thighs as she winked, giving their legs a rub. “I think we all need to get out of this fish factory now. I got a more cozy place away from the harbor, downtown. It’s where me and Mistah J had our fun. My goons kept my hyenas well fed- you’ll love em.”
The Dee Dees nodded as Harley took their hands and pulled them up.
Placing her arms around their shoulders, Harley walked the girls out, her hips swaying from side to side in a rhythm that matched theirs. They were in perfect harmony, and soon, Gotham would see that as well. With three villainesses, unmatched and ready to take the world by storm, people would probably end up wishing that the original Joker had never left. Then again, this was his legacy, and what he left behind. Harley mused as she thought of his immortal words, “wait’ll they get a load of me.”
She reworded the phrase in a new thought that seemed most appropriate, and she couldn’t help but smirk deviously. Wait’ll they get a load of us.
End