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Several months after Superman's disappearance, the world was plunged into terrible chaos, with concern spreading everywhere, especially in Gotham, where the Dark Knight worked day and night. After almost five days without sleep fighting crime, Batman began to stop measuring his blows with criminals. Although his fighting technique remained impeccable, his movements went from immobilizing to incapacitating. Such reckless behavior could only end in disaster, and unfortunately for the Bat, in one of his fights against the Joker on top of a building, the Joker would deliver such a powerful blow that Harley Quinn would fall 20 stories to the ground. That night, Batman broke his one rule. It was no longer a question of morality; he had become the very thing he hated most: a murderer.
After Harley Quinn's death, word spread through the streets that Batman had crossed the line, and the crime rate began to drop, knowing that now the Dark Knight would have no limits. Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Batman was distracted, pensive, wondering why he hadn't been more careful. That moment of distraction would be seized upon by the Joker, who, seeking revenge, set a trap for the bat that left him unconscious.
When he woke up, he felt his senses were numb and his instincts screamed danger. He was gagged in a room with no possibility of moving, and that's when the Joker appeared, breaking the silence with a macabre laugh.
“HA HA HA HA HA, you're finally awake, Batsy. I was worried my dance partner would fall asleep forever.”
“Joker, where are we?”
“Don't you like it? I ordered the decor with you in mind. I always knew that bald Lex would end up with the good boy from Metropolis, but I never expected him to help me with the bad boy from Gotham too.”
“So Luthor killed Superman?”
“Superman? Yes, you could say he killed Superman, but his new pet...”
The television turns on, revealing a scene that would make the Joker laugh even harder, while Batman himself would be surprised by what his eyes were seeing. On the screen, a woman was being fucked from behind, her expression one of lust and pleasure, her hair golden, her tits big and round, and behind her was Lex Luthor, thrusting his cock hard.
📺 “My name was Clark Kent, I used to work at the Daily Planet, and my secret identity was Superman...” 📺
These words shocked Batman, who couldn't believe what that woman was saying.
“That's right, Batsy, the Man of Steel is now the Woman of Squeal, HaHaHaHaHa. After Lexy told me she would kill Superman, she promised to help me eliminate the biggest threat to her plan: YOU. And who better for the job than me?”
“So you had to accept help to defeat me? I thought you had principles. Why are you following Luthor's orders?”
“Luthor's orders were to kill you, but I prefer to do something more fun. And since you killed my Harley, now you will take her place as my new queen HAHAHAHAHAHA.”
The Joker leaves the room, which is immediately filled with a strange gas. Despite his attempts to hold his breath, there was nothing he could do to escape. Quickly after coming into contact with the gas, Batman's body began to change. his robust figure became delicate, his waist became thin and his hips widened, his breasts grew, slightly deforming the logo on his suit, his hair grew so long that it began to stick out of his helmet, and his height and strength diminished until he felt small and weak. Unable to bear the pain caused by these changes, he lost consciousness.
Hours after the gas dissipated, the Joker returned to the room and saw that Batman had been transformed into a very attractive woman. While he was still unconscious, the Joker took the liberty of taking him to his lair, where he would wake him up just so he could see what he had become. The Joker had stolen Luthor's research, adapted it to work on humans, and mixed it with the Scarecrow's fear gas to weaken his victim's spirit. When he woke up and looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but cry out of fear. He was no longer a burly man, now he was nothing more than a delicate and defenseless woman in a bat suit (the effects of the fear gas). Knowing that the strong vigilante who intimidated all criminals had now become a crying woman made the Joker's laughter uncontrollable. Trying to regain her composure, she tried to fight back, but her balance had shifted to a voluptuous body and her strength had declined considerably. Not wanting to prolong the situation any further, the Joker decided to begin his revenge and slowly transform Batman into what Harley once was, his bitch and submissive henchwoman who followed him without thinking about any of his plans. Then the Joker pulled down his pants, revealing his monstrous cock, and forced Batman to his knees, and the action began.
Batman was forced to suck his nemesis's cock, but what scared him most was not only the fact that he was at the mercy of his opponent, but that the fear gas made him see Harley in his head, prowling and torturing him from within. That Harley was making him feel pleasure, and with the effects of the drugs, this pleasure was multiplied many times over. He didn't want to feel that way, but his mind betrayed him and his body didn't respond. To his eyes, it was as if Harley Quinn was forcing him to feel good.
While Batman was fighting his mental battle with Harley, the Joker took the opportunity to train the Bat's body and teach him to behave in a submissive and manipulable manner. As the weeks went by, the daily sex routine was anything but monotonous. The Joker's twisted mind turned Batman's life into the biggest joke of his career, humiliating him in twisted and macabre ways. He fucked him in every way possible. leaving no hole untouched. Although part of the hero still clung to his will, as the days passed, the endless pleasure slowly tore him apart. On the outside, he tried hard to appear resistant, but inside, even though he wanted to deny it, he enjoyed being abused. The feeling of being put in her place and feeling dominated and vulnerable awakened a new kind of satisfaction in her being. It filled her, and she convinced herself that the smile on her face and her expression of pleasure were just the result of the drugs, what a joke.
Little by little, Batman lost sight of himself. The only thing on his mind was the image of Harley, which grew stronger every day. The turning point came when the Joker claimed to feel benevolent and took Batman to Arkham so that all the prisoners could have fun with her. He made her attend wearing different outfits and ensembles, and various gadgets and toys. While he tried to keep up appearances, the inmates were not going to pass up a gift of this magnitude. It was no longer just about having a sexy woman ready to please their cocks; it was also about taking revenge on the man who locked them up there. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that they were not going to waste.
That's how the days passed. Batman didn't leave. The inmates took turns fucking her, taking her to their cells, to the courtyard, to the bathroom. None of that mattered. Her costume was torn to shreds, leaving her with only her mask on, and it wasn't just the prisoners. Often, the Arkham guards would take her to the break room to relieve their tensions. At first, she resisted group sex, but after several days locked up, she would take her two favorite guards to give them a special service.
Being there for so long was an event that completely broke her mind. It was no longer just an image of Harley that made her behave like a slut, but also her body that enjoyed it. Her hair changed color, her skin became paler, and her reactions began to be more feminine. On his last day at Arkham, the guards gave him a beautiful dress that suited him better than that old mask. During his stay, he went from being a woman in a bat suit to the spitting image of Harley Quinn, who, for her farewell, let everyone, guards and inmates alike, have fun with her in whatever way they wanted. That night she enjoyed herself like never before. She thought the changes in her mind and body were due to the drugs, but they lost their effect the day she entered Arkham. She was a whore through and through and didn't know it.
When she returned to the Joker, her mind had succumbed to madness, and she suddenly began wearing makeup and women's dresses. The Joker couldn't have been more pleased when his new Harley began asking him for long, intense sex sessions. She enjoyed them and took her time to savor the incredible taste of his pudding cock, playing the role of the shy girl for his role-play.
The Joker had succeeded, completely breaking the bat. She still had her memories, but they didn't matter anymore, since now she was nothing more than his faithful and submissive henchwoman, doing whatever he ordered her to do, a cock-loving bitch who was once his greatest rival. Now Gotham would fall under his rule as the absolute leader, He would be the one to mold the city to his vision, and whenever he wanted, he had Harley at his disposal, who, with a night of passion, sealed the death of the bat in a tomb covered in semen and pleasure called Harley Quinn.
The story of what happened to Batman spread throughout Gotham, and once again, as in the case of Superman, the world was horrified by the humiliating fate of its heroes. Needless to say, the news also reached the Batfamily, who decided to take action. While Red Hood took up the mantle as the new Batman, Damian and Nightwing decided to go in search of a cure.
The new Batman turned out to be more sadistic, but at the same time he was brilliant. With his intellect, he managed to corner the Joker in record time and attempted to use him as a hostage to take Harley away and try to cure her. Unfortunately for him, he did not count on Bruce's incredible intellect, which had already prepared her for this situation. Laughing hysterically, she released the gas that had turned him into a woman throughout the room. History repeated itself, but things had changed. She was no longer a victim but the perpetrator.
It was unfortunate for her to say goodbye to Mr. J's big dick, but she was much more ecstatic to rule the streets of Gotham. She pretended to be submissive when in reality she was planning to take over everything, fulfilling her dream of ending corruption and crime by taking absolute power. Now she would do so accompanied by Red Hood and the Joker, who had become her slave bitches and obedient puppets who would do anything she asked. Dressed like two mimes, they looked almost like twins, and thanks to the knowledge of her former self, this gas also made them unable to resist her.
Now that she had her position, she enjoyed her days fucking the staff and ruling Gotham, putting an end to crime. Luthor and the Joker's twisted plan had ended badly, for the worst threat had arrived, and it wasn't Batman. Now Harley's plan was to dominate the entire world and mold it to her liking. Everyone would kneel before Queen Harley, the Quinn of Gotham.
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