Batgirl & Robin - Costume Capers

This story is set in the mid-90's version of 'Batman: The Animated Series' when Robin was Dick Grayson.  But I have Batgirl in the same black and golden yellow costume seen in the comics from the 60s onward and the later animated shows.

Better Days
By John O'Connor (lushcoltrane {AT} yahoo.com) Alteration 2 of the original story by Steve Zink

Pairings: Barbara (Batgirl) Gordon/Renee Montoya. Category:  First time.
Date:  19 November 2001.  

Disclaimer:  Batgirl, Catwoman, Joker, etc are owned by DC Comics and Time/Warner.  This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands.  No copyright infringement is intended.  The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.

Summary:  Saving Detective Montoya brings its own rewards to Batgirl.

Note: This is essentially a post-"Batman: The Animated Series" story (so Gordon knows about his daughter's 'hobby').  But I suppose it could fit into the pre-Oracle days in the comics as well.


Detective Renee Montoya groaned, and opened her eyes.  The lights above her stabbed right through into her brain.  The pain was incredible.  This was not one of her better days...

As she tried to get up, Renee discovered her ankles and wrists had been secured.  She'd been shackled to a table of some kind.  What the hell had happened?

She remembered entering an old warehouse in the mostly abandoned industrial district on a typical sultry summer night in Gotham.  She and her partner, Harvey Bullock, were responding to a silent alarm.  Renee went through the front, while Harvey lumbered around the back of the building.

Inside the dark structure, she had seen flashlight beams near one of the loading docks.  As she crept up there...

That was all Renee remembered.  Someone must've knocked her out.  Her head was throbbing, but she could feel an even more tender area behind her left ear.

Where was Harvey?

She felt a breeze, and glanced down her body.  'I'm naked!  Someone has stripped me and tied me down on this table.  But who?'

And where the hell was Harvey?

Chills unrelated to the drafty room ran up Renee's spine.  She heard a low tittering that grew into a maniacal howl.  'It's Joker!  Oh please God, no!  Not him!'

"Ah.  Wakey-wakey, Detective.  You're awake!  Oh, goody!  Now we can have some fun!" the white-faced psychopath exulted.  He laughed again, a bone-chilling sound as he patted Renee's flat stomach.

"You know, Renee...  May I call you Renee?  Ever since my trusted and reliable Harley took off with that tree-hugging dyke, Ivy, I've been so lonely..."  Joker loomed over her with a sad-faced expression.

"Wh...what are you going to do?" Renee asked.  She cursed her quavering voice.

"Oh, I thought we might have a little fun.  What say, toots?  Wanna play 'Suck the Weiner'?"

"God, no!  Look, you don't want to..."

"What?  You don't like to suck cock?  How about if I rape you?  Will I be in even worse trouble?  I've killed hundreds, dearie.  And they always send me back to Arkham.  And I always get out.  One little rape is gonna change that?"  Laughing insanely, Joker cavorted around the room, throwing his clothes from him.  "And after I change you, then who's to say I even did you?"

As that horrible white skin was exposed, Renee shuddered.  'How can this be happening to me?  God, this is worse than my most horrible nightmare...'  Then his last bit made her shiver.  "Change me?  What do you mean by change me?"

"Ah, the trick question!  I'm just thrilled that you asked, because you're gonna just love the answer.  Since Harley has left her Puddin' to go hang with that bitch Ivy, I need a new Harlequin to take her place."

At hearing the word 'Harlequin', Renee's eyes went wide and her expression froze with a dumbfounded look.

"That pain you'd felt behind your left ear, my dear?  That's a will nullifier and mind control doodad that I picked up from Lex Luthor a while back.  As soon as I said the key word which I'd engrained into you before you went unconscious, your mind froze, awaiting the instructions I'm about to give you.  Are you ready, Harley?"

"I'm ready," the woman who knew her full name to be Harleen Quinzel replied in a dull, deadpan voice.

"You just love getting tied up and providing pleasure for your Puddin', Harley.  That's who you are now, Harley Quinn.  You're well aware of all the tricks and evil mayhem you like to cause, because they're part of your psyche.  You absolutely hate all cops, and just love your Puddin'.  Harlequin."

The tied up woman's eyes became alive with maleficent glee, and she grinned in a way more often seen upon the lips of a certain young blonde.  "Hi, Puddin'!  I'm all tied down now, so are you ready for me to suck you off?"

Joker laughed in that maniacal way only he could, and hopped up onto the table.  He spread his legs around her head, and her wide open mouth provided a much larger than normal target for his engorged white member.  She eagerly provided an almost passive deep throat for him, but the green haired freak found that fucking her mouth didn't quite do it for him.

"Okay, Harley.  This isn't working like I'd hoped it would," the Clown Prince of Crime said as he pulled up and away from her, without doing any more than just precum.  "Better idea - go ahead and put on your costume, and then you can kneel in front of me and do this right.  I just love getting sucked off by my one and only Harley!"

Joker undid all the straps holding down the woman who now knew of herself as Harley Quinn, but forgot to remove the device from behind her left ear.  "Where's my mask and costume, Puddin'?" the totally wicked yet fun loving villainess asked, as she slid off the table.

"Over here, Harl," Joker said, leading her over to a box against the wall.

Harley picked up the face and head covering mask which would cover her Latino features and give her the same face as the original Harleen.  She pulled it down over her head, tucking her long black hair up under it.  She zipped it closed, then smoothed out everything over her eyes, ears, nose and lips, ending with her neck.  The blonde wig with its distinctive two ponytails was next, and the disguised policewoman knew from her programming to say, "Prankstress is home."  The wig became real hair and the mask her new face, while at the same time her whole body altered to become identical to the original Harley, including her voice.  The surreal magic powered mask and wig had been provided to Joker by Wizard three months earlier when the white skinned villain was bemoaning the loss of his ex-psychiatrist and now fun to be with assistant to Poison Ivy.

The now true Harley Quinn reached for her head to toe red and black segmented spandex costume, and proceeded to do a reverse striptease in putting it on to keep her Puddin' excited.  After she unzipped the back, the villainess slipped her left foot into the black left legging which had three vertical red diamonds over the thigh area and worked it up to her knee.  After doing the same with the red colored right which had black diamonds, she pulled it up to her waist and smoothed it out.  The garment molded to her reshaped body exactly as it had for the original.

She stuck her left hand into the red left sleeve which had three black diamonds on its forearm and worked it down into the built in black glove.  After doing the same with the black right sleeve with red diamonds on the bicep and a red glove, Harley reached behind her back and pulled the zipper up.  There was a division between the upper and lower colors just below her huge breasts.  The white jester bracelets got pulled on to cover the division between arm and glove colors, then she pulled over her head a six lobed jester neck piece which had white balls at each tip.

Harley next pulled the red on the right side and black on the left side cowl down over her head with her ponytails filling the white globe ended lobes sticking way out to each side.  The white face mask built into the front of the cowl with black areas around her eyes to seem like a mask hid her own beautiful face completely.  After smoothing out the face and cowl, she slipped the bottom edges into the top of the body stocking, making it look as if she was in a one piece costume from head to toe.

She hooked the looped ring belt around her hips, well below her waist, then clipped the goodie bag to it.  Harley then slipped her feet into the stiletto heeled boots.  Joker had brought along a new same sized pair with heels for her instead of the flat heels like the original pair, red left and black right, since the code word spoken not only altered the mask and wig, but her whole body.  The detective's feet had originally been only one size bigger, so it may not have mattered.  Harley stood four inches higher when she rose to say gleefully, "Okay, Puddin', get ready, cause here comes your one and only Harley!"

Joker stood there almost frozen upon seeing the apparition of his new Harley, but his pole was also at attention.  Harley slid down to her knees, and began to very actively suck it off, deep throating the rod as he'd never before experienced!

* * * * *

Two hours earlier...

Batgirl had picked up a silent alarm signal from the mini-scanner mounted on her Batcycle.  The small tracker couldn't nail it down to a specific address.  Thanks to a faulty relay somewhere, she had to comb the entire industrial section.  On her own.

Everyone else was out of town, apparently.  Batman was with the Justice League somewhere, Robin was probably boffing his little cutey from high school, and even Huntress was off somewhere.

The Dark Knight Damsel scaled a broken clocktower in a decrepit warehouse to scan the area.  Seeing a dark sedan down on a side street, Batgirl dropped to it.  It was an unmarked detective's vehicle.  And from the nearly empty doughnut box, it had to be Bullock's.  Hmm, that meant Renee Montoya was nearby, too...

Methodically searching the building, Batgirl found Bullock unconscious near the back.  He was bleeding from a minor gunshot wound, if any shot could be considered minor.  Stanching the flow, she grabbed the radio on her belt and called the Gotham Emergency Services unit to see to the slovenly detective.

"Take it easy, Harvey.  Help is on the way," Batgirl said quietly.  He was a loud, boorish slob, but there was something about him that she liked.  The heroine knew she wasn't alone.  Her father had often gone out of his way to keep Bullock on the job.  And Detective Montoya requested permanent assignment as his partner.

She turned back to the wounded cop, and saw something odd.  A long, green hair on the sleeve of Harvey's jacket.  Green, like...  She shuddered at the half-formed thought.

The sirens of the approaching official vehicles distracted Batgirl.  As they drew close, she went to meet the squad cars and the ambulance.  An 'officer down' call brought almost the entire police force to the scene.  She smiled in appreciation of the loyalty and camaraderie within the force.  Having a father as police commissioner reinforced that appreciation.

After giving a statement to the officer initially assigned to the case, she disappeared into the shadows.  Something was wrong, something that most of the people in blue outside forgot in the urgency of helping a brother officer.  Renee Montoya was still missing.

Reaching a rooftop, Batgirl pulled her cowl back with its attached red fall that gave the heroine longer hair than as herself, and ran her fingers through her own sweat-dampened hair that had been piled up under her cowl.  Her normally bright red hair was darker and straighter from the heat and humidity.  "Hey, Babs.  Taking off the cowl?  The Big Guy must be outta town..."  That low, sexy voice...

"Well, hello!  I didn't know you were back in town."  Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, turned to see her sometime lover, Selina Kyle, who also went under the name Catwoman.  She smiled and admired her royal purple spandex catsuit, black opera length gloves and sexy black thigh high boots clad body, remembering many nights of lustfully exploring the soft flesh underneath.  Selina had also pulled her own mask and cowl back off her head, and shook her long, dark tresses.

"Got in today, I was going to call you when I heard the scanner.  Figured you'd be out here.  Warm night," Selina said, as she brushed her long hair back.

"Yes, it is."

"Looking for someone?" Selina said with a purr.

"Actually, yes."

"Too bad, I was hoping...  Who are you tracking?"

"Renee Montoya.  The detective?  I think she might be a prisoner of Joker," Barbara said.  "He busted out of Arkham again ten days ago."

"Brrr!  That freak gives me the heeby-jeebies.  He's a lunatic.  Batman should just get rid of him once and for all!"  Selina hugged herself.  "Why do you think she's with him?"

Barbara held up the green strand of hair.  "This was on Harvey Bullock.  He's been shot, and Renee is missing."

"How do you know she's missing?  Maybe she's after him," Selina suggested.

"Renee would never leave her partner.  She would've been there.  The only possible explanation is..."

"She's been taken hostage."

"Or prisoner."

"Montoya!  She's that hot lithe Latino, isn't she?  She could frisk me anytime..." Selina smiled.

"God, you're incorrigible," Barbara chuckled.  "Only you could get me to laugh with Joker out and a friend missing."

Selina smiled.  "Okay, if it is the psycho, try the old toy company near the river.  I heard a rumor that some nasty son of a bitch was set up there and that it would be wise to stay away."

"Thanks for the tip," Babs replied.

"Hey, it might be some other psycho.  Something about this city seems to bring them out..."  Selina shook her head.

She took Barbara in her arms and kissed her, her tongue gently probing the redhead's mouth.  Barbara's tongue responded almost instinctively.  "No matter who it is, be careful.  Okay?"  Selina ran her fingers through the still-damp red hair.

"I will.  I want some more of that..." Barbara said before piling her own hair back up and pulling her cowl back on to become Batgirl once again.  "Oh, wait.  Before you go, let me ask.  With Halloween coming up next month, I was wondering if I might borrow one of your older costumes.  I want to pull some gags at a party I'm going to."

"Sure, why not!  You might not be quite my height, and a bit less developed in the chest, but I think you'd make a good looking Catwoman, provided you can also get a good black haired wig.  Which of my older ones are you wanting to use?"

"The one from just before this one," Babs told her, "the dress with the slits going all the way up both sides."

"Ah, no problem, it's hanging in my closet," Selina replied.  "I doubt you'd fit in my boots very well, either, so between now and Halloween, you might want to get yourself some new knee high black boots in your size, unless you already have some like that.  Give me a call when you want to come and pick it up."

"Thanks a lot!  This is going to be a real blast now.  Later, luv..."  She dropped to the street and her bike.

Catwoman shook her head.  "Where on Earth does that girl get these crazy ideas of hers from?"

* * * * *

Landing quietly on the roof of the abandoned toy warehouse, Batgirl looked around for skylights or some other sign of rooftop access.  There!  A lighted window.  Why would there be a light on in an abandoned building?

Straining to peer through the filthy glass, the cowled young lady saw a figure apparently dancing around.  A shiver ran up her spine when she heard the figure's laugh.  It was Joker!

Finding a loose pane, she managed to pry it up and away from the rotting frame.  There was a moment's panic when she felt the slimy glass start to slide from her gloved fingers.

Through the opening, she heard Joker's laughing and talking even clearer.  Batgirl decided to observe for a moment.  One thing Batman had drilled into all of them was the need to be aware of all that's around.  And the last thing she needed was to be caught unawares by one of the Clown Prince of Crime's henchmen.

She looked through the gap, and saw Harley Quinn sliding down to her knees in front of the maniacal villain.  'I thought she'd gone over to Ivy?' Babs mused, upon seeing the spectacle.  And Joker was frozen in place, as she began to give him head!  There was no time to lose.  This kind of opportunity came rarely, if ever.

Batgirl felt inside the frame for the clasp.  As she opened the window, it began to squeak from the accumulated rust and grime.  She paused and breathed a sigh of relief as Joker didn't seem to have heard.

Distantly, she heard him ranting.  "She's gotta be nuts!  Giving all this up for some toxic hotty in a leaf bathing suit!  I mean, I know women are supposed to know how to please a woman, but really...  Once you've had Joker, how can you even look at anyone...?  Now, YOU just love me, don't you, Harl?!"  The white-faced lunatic paused in his little tirade.

"Ho-ho!  She must be Dutch!  That's why she's sticking her finger in the dyke!  Hee-hee-hee-hee!  Well, guess what?  I'm sticking more than a finger in.  Are you a dyke, Harley?"  By now totally stark white naked, he began to grab Harley's head with his hands to force her even deeper onto his cock.

'Wait just a minute!' Batgirl thought.  'If Joker is talking about Harley being with Pamela, who the hell is that giving him head?!'

"I've got the baddest hunk of meat in Gotham, don't you think?" Joker almost screamed.  Harley angled her head up just a bit to look him in the eyes, but kept her mouth solidly around his tool.  Joker shoved his prick even harder into her mouth, and shrieked, "WELL, DON'T YOU?"

"I don't!" Batgirl said, as she swung feet-first into Joker, knocking him back and away from Harley, who also fell off to one side.

As the evil clown staggered to his feet, Batgirl jumped and kicked him in the jaw.  She followed that with a solid punch, again to his pasty jowl, whipping his head the other way.

"No fair!  Joker's gotta get some..." the maniac whined.

"Not tonight.  Maybe one of your boyfriends in the psych ward..."  Batgirl evaded a poorly aimed punch, and kicked him in the stomach.

Gasping for breath, Joker said, "I only did that for cigarettes..."

He grabbed his purple tuxedo jacket and aimed his boutonniere at the young superheroine.  "Here, Bat-bitch, have a sniff!  Hee-hee!"

Batgirl easily evaded the stream of acid that shot out of the fake flower.  "You'll have to do better than that."

In desperation, Joker threw his jacket at Batgirl.  It furled around her head for a moment, and he fled the building, just barely pulling his shorts on as he ran.

"Ooo, you've scared off my Puddin', without any of his clothes!" Harley said, as she approached Batgirl from behind with a big wooden mallet.

'Oh, my God, she's acting just like...even sounds just like...the original Harley!' thought Batgirl.  "I know you can't possibly be the real Harley Quinn, 'cause she's bedding with Poison Ivy right now.  That's her harlequin costume, but what are doing you in it?"

Batgirl was shocked to see the apparent Harley freeze in position, with the mallet dropping to her side as her hands went slack alongside her hips.  In an emotionless voice, which Babs easily recognized, she said, "I'm in this costume because I am Harley Quinn...but something in my head is telling me I'm also a detective in the police...how can that be?"  Then that other part of her mind caused her voice to utter, "Prankstress is gone."  Neither of them could tell about the change in the covered mask or hair, but Batgirl noticed the expansion in height and the costume wearer felt her feet expanding inside the now one size too small boots.  But when Harley added, "The programming I was given gave me these code words to go back and forth from one of my identities to the other," it was in a very much different voice.  Added to the height difference, the Dominoed Dare Doll now knew who was in that costume.

"No, you're not Harley Quinn, your name is Renee Montoya," Babs said upon hearing that.  "Why would you think you're Harley Quinn?"

"My name isn't Harley Quinn right now, it's Detective Renee Montoya.  But whenever I say my codes words to change my face, hair and body and become Harley instead of Renee, I'm a malicious prankster at the side of my Puddin'."

'She's given me a fascinating answer.  Hmm...'  Babs mused.  "No, you are only Renee Montoya, a Sergeant Detective with the Gotham City Police Department.  Surely you remember who you really are, and not this audacious harlequin!"

Unknowingly, Batgirl had just issued almost perfect instructions to Renee, and also used the key word to solidify those ideas.  All of Renee's original memories came to the fore, pushing her newer identity to the back of her mind.  She raised her red gloved right hand and black gloved left hand to her cheeks in wonder, but stopped them short when she saw the way they were clad.  Then she looked down at her breasts standing out in the black and red costume, along with the funky spike heeled boots on her feet, and said, "What am I doing in this Harley Quinn costume?"

"I think Joker did some kind of mind control thing on you," Batgirl replied.  "When I got here a few moments ago, you were acting just like Harley, besides looking and sounding just like her.  I thought that was who you were, until I saw your size increase and heard your voice after you said those code words.  You don't sound ANYTHING like that little blonde bimbo now!  And it seems like the word that made you change was harlequin."

Once again, Renee became a Harley Quinn mannequin.  "Oops.  Harlequin," Batgirl quickly said again.

Renee loosened up, as if nothing had happened.  "You mean Joker was here just now?  I can't remember anything since I got here.  Also, you said I was in a different body until I said those words?  The other body must have feet a tad smaller than mine.  I'll have to put up with the slight pain I'm feeling in my toes and heels, since I want to stay as myself and not change to somebody else again.  And speaking of heels, I know these aren't that high, but I don't usually wear any high heels."

"Let's talk about that in a minute," Batgirl said.  "We need to make sure Joker doesn't get away this time.  Should be easy, what with him being in just his jockey shorts!"

Batgirl keyed her belt radio and reported Joker on the loose in just his underwear.  The dispatcher didn't believe her at first, and had to be convinced before getting out an APB.

"Detective?  Renee?  Are you all right?" Batgirl asked softly, when she saw her cautiously running her gloved hands up and down her shiny spandex covered body.

Blinking back tears, the lovely detective nodded.  "Please get me out of this.  Out of here."

The woman could barely stand as sobs shook her frame.  Batgirl took her into her arms and held the young detective, whispering, "It's okay, you're safe."

"Please, don't tell anyone?" Renee asked.  "You know, about me being in this costume, the whole..."

"Our secret.  Okay?"

"He said he ki-killed Har-harvey," Renee said sobbingly, suddenly remembering what had happened earlier.  "I saw him shoot Harvey..."

"No, he's okay," Batgirl replied.  "The lunatic just winged him.  Detective Bullock is at Mercy Hospital.  He's fine."

"Oh, thank God!"  Renee buried her tear-streaked latex face in Batgirl's shoulder.

Barbara, the girl under the mask, couldn't help being aroused at having a lovely, voluptuous woman in her arms.  It had been too long.

She mentally slapped herself.  "Come on, Detective.  Let's get you out of here."

"I can't go out like this," Renee said.

"Of course not."  Batgirl scanned the room, but could see no sign of any clothes, let alone Renee's 'other' uniform.  "I hate to say this, but it looks like you'll have to stay in that Harley costume until we find your clothes..."

Pointing to a barrel, Renee said, "Not much chance of that.  He tossed them into that barrel.  I think it's acid..."

Sure enough, it was a strong corrosive acid.  The fragments of Renee's power suit were slowly dissolving.

Off to the side, Batgirl saw something glinting.  She retrieved a small leather case that contained the cop's ID and badge.  'One less thing to have to worry about,' she thought.

Turning back to the older woman, Batgirl paused.  In the tight fitting Harley costume, Renee's cleavage was prominent.  Her breasts were standing out proudly.  It was actually far more erotic than seeing her nude form, which she could easily imagine with nothing left to the imagination by the red and black she was in.

Shaking her cowled head, Batgirl asked, "Can you ride a bike?"

Smiling briefly, Renee said, "Oh, yeah.  I rode a Harley for years...  But I need to see Harvey."

"Okay, come on.  I'll take you home.  You might want to change before going to the hospital," Batgirl said with a wink.

"I should think so!"

Arriving at Renee's apartment building, the oddly dressed duo caught the eye of the doorman, but a warning gesture from Batgirl stopped him from commenting.  He just knew that couldn't be Harley Quinn with Batgirl, not with the way they were side by side!

In the elevator, Renee began to giggle, and Batgirl joined in.  Within a floor, they were laughing out loud.

With a quiet chime, the car opened and they were on Renee's floor.  She led the way down the hall and into her small one-bedroom flat.  "It's not much, but on a detective's salary, you can't get much in Gotham," the black-haired woman said as her hair finally became apparent once again, with the cowl and mask pulled off her head and then the blonde wig and female face mask.  Then she pulled off the half size too small boots.

"It looks cozy," Batgirl offered.

"Yeah, I guess," Renee chuckled softly in reply.

"Detective...Renee?  I'm glad you can laugh.  I was worried about you," Batgirl said, placing a yellow gloved hand on the red-sleeved arm.

The detective smiled at her friend, "I've been dealing with these psychos for years.  This was a little different, but..."  She shook her head, "No, it was a lot different.  I've never been threatened in such a personal way.  Being under fire or having a knife pulled on you is one thing.  But that..."

Batgirl stood there, unsure what to say.  Fortunately, she had never been in any kind of situation like that.  "You don't know what to say.  That's all right.  I've been in that position with victims' families.  It gets easier, but it's never easy."

"You know, you don't have to stick around..."  Renee stood in the bedroom door; the expression on her face told Batgirl she didn't want to be alone.

"That's all right.  I want to see how Harv...Detective Bullock is doing.  I'd be happy to give you a ride there."

"Thanks.  For all of it.  You saved me, my dignity if not my life, back there.  I'll never forget it.  Give me a few minutes to wash up and put some normal, sane clothes on.  Make yourself comfortable."

As she turned, Batgirl spotted a metallic glint behind Renee's left ear.  "Renee, wait.  Behind your left ear..."

Batgirl shot up to a spot right behind Renee.  She reached with her right hand just as Renee was reaching with her own left.  "Ouch!" Renee yelled, as Babs pulled the tiny box away from her skin.

"So this is what Joker used to make you think you were Harley," the young heroine told her.  "Just saying the word harlequin while this was in place behind your ear made you a slave to whatever was said.  Mind if I take this with me, to analyze it later on?"

"By all means!  And this costume, too!  Phewww!  I hope with that thing gone now, that I won't find myself living somebody else's life anymore."  She looked down once again at the costume she was still wearing.  "Sheesh, me, Harley Quinn!"

"Yeah, go ahead and get out of that and washed up!"

Batgirl looked around as she heard the water running in the bathroom.  The apartment didn't have much in terms of decoration or personal touches.  A few pictures on the mantle of a sealed-off fireplace, some books, an old color television and VCR.

Batgirl looked at the pictures.  Renee with people who were obviously family for the most part.  But there were a couple of her at the beach with another girl, a young blonde.  Very pretty pair.

She smiled; obviously, this girl knew how to take care of her body.  The scared, costumed woman she saw in the warehouse was just as well-built as the younger bikini-clad girl in the pictures.

"Goddamn it!"

Batgirl looked up at the shout from the bedroom.  "Renee?  Are you all right?"

Batgirl dashed into the bedroom to find the partially dressed young woman sitting on her bed, holding a pair of socks and crying.  She sat next to the woman and put an arm around her shoulders.  "These socks don't match..." Renee sobbed.

"Go ahead and cry.  Let it out.  I'm here," the costumed girl said soothingly.

"God, I'm sorry.  I don't know what's wrong..."

"It's all right.  You were in a horrible situation.  Go ahead and cry."

"Well, I've had better days..." she said, trying to lighten the tone.  Wiping her eyes and snuffling, Renee shook her head.  "I need to go see Harvey.  I'll be okay.  Just let me get some shoes on."

Batgirl rose to go, and Renee said, "Please.  Stay here?"  Then she smiled weakly, "Big tough cop, huh?"

Batgirl smiled at her and said, "Yes.  Yes, you are.  You're one of the strongest people in the GCPD.  You've had a horrible night.  Most people would've folded into themselves by now.  Not you, though. You're strong.  Crying doesn't diminish that.  If Harvey or anyone else wants to be a jerk about it, send them to me."

Renee snorted, "Thanks.  I think I can take care of them."  She pulled on the mismatched socks she'd been holding.  "Thank you.  Again.  You seem to know what to say at the right time."

"Must be those psych courses I took..."  Batgirl stopped, afraid she might've given away too much personal information.  Trying to change the subject, she picked up a picture on the dresser.  It was another shot of Renee with her blonde friend.

"She's an old...friend of mine," Renee said.  "We were roommates in college and..."  Her eyes darted to a night stand furtively.

Batgirl's eyes instinctively followed to see another picture of the two girls.  This one was different.  They were kissing.

"Uh, that was...um, just a joke picture," Renee said nervously.

Batgirl could hear the lie in her voice, but said nothing.  It was none of her business.  "Okay.  Ready?"

The Latina stood up and nodded.  Batgirl smiled to herself.  Renee Montoya was very fetching in a faded pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with a Gotham Knights logo, and white tennis shoes.  Maybe she could make Renee her business?

No!  Too dangerous.  She worked for Batgirl's father.  It was bad enough that Selina knew her identity.  And Kara.

But it had been so long.  The girl behind the mask was lonely.  She missed the softness of another woman as they made love.  Selina had moved to New York to try and turn over a new leaf.  Kara spent so much time helping her 'cousin' in Metropolis that they rarely got to see each other anymore.  And Huntress barely even acknowledged the one night they spent together.  Perhaps it was time to take a chance with someone new...who even until moments before had seemed to be Harley Quinn!

At the hospital, they found out Harvey Bullock was out of surgery and recovering.  The admitting ward was crawling with off duty Gotham cops.  The rest were combing the city for the escaped lunatic and handling the more mundane work that comprised a cop's life.

Renee gave a terse report to Commissioner Gordon.  She promised to detail it in a written report later.  Then she went into Harvey's room, but he was still sedated and she could only sit and hold his limp hand.

Batgirl saw her father, and gave him a more thorough rundown on what had happened.  She didn't go into detail about what she saw in Joker's lair, simply that he had Renee, and she was still coping with that and the lie the psychopath had told the detective about her friend and partner.

Gordon nodded, and looked at the girl in front of him.  "Take care of her tonight, please.  I'm going to order her to go home, and I don't think she needs to be alone," he said.

Batgirl agreed with a whispered, "I will, Dad.  Thanks."

Finally, Renee agreed, under threat of being dragged there, to go home.  The dedicated cop realized that she could do nothing, but felt her place was with her partner.  The commissioner demanded, and the doctors all agreed, she should go home and rest.

Batgirl again gave her a ride home.  She parked a couple of blocks away, and walked with the detective.  "Would you like to talk?" she offered when they arrived at the apartment building.

"No, yes, I...I don't...  Yes.  I'd like to.  If you don't mind..."

Upstairs, they sat on the couch and Renee began, "You know, he's a real slob.  And a chauvinist.  And he's pretty intolerant of just about anyone.  He could give Sipowizc a run for his money.  You know?  But he's my friend.  He helped me when most of the Department just looked at me as the token Spic Chick."

"Commissioner Gordon never thought that," Batgirl said, somewhat defensively.

"I guess, but I was just a beat cop.  He didn't even know me.  Harvey pulled me in for special duty, and I was able to rise from there," Renee replied.  "As slovenly and disgusting as he is - he farts in closed cars! - he would be maybe the only man for me...if I ever decided..."  She stopped and looked at the costumed heroine.

"I'm sorry.  I lied to you earlier.  That girl in the pictures?  Her name is Belinda Sawyer.  She was my lover.  We started in college, and stayed together here in Gotham when I tried law school.  After a semester, I quit and decided to be a cop.  She didn't want to try to handle it, and left.  She's in Metropolis now, works for the Daily Star and has a nice life with that reporter, Angie Chen.

"I suppose you're shocked?  Maybe even disgusted?"

Batgirl shook her head.  "No.  Well, maybe surprised about Angela Chen, but otherwise...  For one thing, it's your life.  As long as you're happy and not hurting anyone, I think it's great, and no one else's business."  The redheaded heroine paused as she considered whether to say what she wanted to.  She smiled to herself and said, "For another, I've found more in common with women than men, myself."

"You?  The cheerleader of the superhero set?" Renee asked delightedly.  "Does your father know?"

Batgirl sat there in shock.  Her father?  How did Renee know?  Or was it a wild guess?  She didn't ask about her parents, but her father specifically...

"You saved my life tonight.  I may have survived that nut's assault physically, but I don't know if I'd ever be the same.  But even without that debt I can never repay, I'd never betray your secret, Barbara," the older woman promised.

"How did you know?  Did I say something?  It was the psych classes, wasn't it?" Batgirl asked, realizing denial wouldn't help at this point.

"No.  I happened to notice one day, when you came to see your dad, that you had a bruise on your chin.  It caught my eye because it marred your face.  That night, Batgirl came to a crime scene, and I noticed the same bruise.  And there are your eyes...such a lovely green...  I'm sorry.  I don't mean to come on to you.  I wasn't..."  Renee's voice trailed off, and she sat there looking at her hands.  "It wouldn't be appropriate.  Not with the age difference..."

Pulling her cowl and attached long red fall off, Barbara shook out and fluffed her shorter red hair, then looked at her and said, "Sorry about my messy hair.  My eyes are lovely?"

Renee sniffed, and looked up with a small smile.  "Yes.  They are.  So are you, sweaty hair and all."

"Renee, I...um...  Is there anyone special now?"

"No, like the old song 'Alone again, naturally.'"

"I've always avoided getting involved with anyone.  The danger of my identity becoming known and...well, there was a girl I had dated last year.  We were just becoming serious when she saw something that scared her about superheroes.  She didn't know what I did at the time, but I knew it would never work out.  So, I've been pretty lonely too," Babs admitted.  "Well, that's not entirely true.  There have been a couple of...other encounters.  Supergirl and I..."

"I thought that was just one of those tabloid rumors with a poorly doctored photo..." Renee said.

"No, the picture quality was horrible, but that was Kara and I when she initiated me into the Mile High Club.  We kinda drifted a little too close to the Gotham/Keystone City flyway," Barbara laughed.  "Fortunately, no one believes the crap in those rags."

"Wow.  Supergirl.  Very hot!  Anyone else you care to name?" Renee asked.

"Maybe...if you spill.  I can't believe Belinda was your one and only..."

"No, there were some others.  I did have a short fling with Sarah Essen.  But, don't tell your father, please.  This was years before they started seeing each other and...  Well, I think it's up to Sarah to let him know..."

"Sarah?  My turn to say wow.  Wow.  All right, just between us, right?  Well, shortly before she left town, I got involved with Catwoman," Barbara said.

"Catwoman?"

"Yes.  I like to think that's part of the reason she left Gotham to get a fresh start."

"You got me beat there, Barbara.  Should I call you that in costume?" Renee asked.

"I guess when the cowl is down, it's okay.  But please be careful when I'm wearing it.  Especially when others are around.  Of course."  Babs pulled off her cape and cowl, and draped them over the back of the couch.

"So, you never answered my question," Renee said with a sly smile.  "Does your father know?"

"About Batgirl?  About my lifestyle?  About Selina?  Well, yes and no."  Barbara sat back with an enigmatic smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the detective.  Detect," the redhead teased.

"I told you before that I wasn't trying to come on to you.  Well, I was.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't..."

"Why?" Barbara interrupted.  "What's wrong with it?"

"You're interested?"  Barbara nodded.  "Well, you're so much younger than me.  I was in junior high when you were still in diapers..."

"So?  We're both adults now.  And I have always thought you were very attractive, and sexy, too.  Ever since I first saw you in uniform when I was in high school..."

"God, make me feel really old!" Renee laughed.

"Maybe I can make you feel young," Barbara said softly, before kissing Renee.

Their lips met and molded together.  They could feel each other's desire just from this close-mouthed kiss.  Barbara took it another step and licked Renee's lips.  Renee parted them, and happily accepted Barbara's tongue.

Touching only with lips and tongues, the two beautiful women already felt a deeper connection.  Almost a soulful connection.  At that thought, Renee gasped and pulled back.

"What is it?  What's wrong?" Barbara asked, alarmed.

"I don't know...don't know how to say it.  I felt something that scared me..."

Barbara turned away and said in a quiet voice, "I scared you?  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.  This costume...  I'll leave."

As Barbara started to rise from the sofa, Renee caught her arm.  "No, please stay.  It wasn't...it isn't you.  Well, it is, but in a good way, I guess.  I haven't felt like this in...  Well, in too long a time," the lovely cop said.

"Kind of like there's a deeper connection than just sex?"

"Yes."

"I felt it, too.  And it scares me, too.  It really does.  But I'm even more scared of not finding out what it is or what it means.  Does that make sense?" Barbara asked.

Renee nodded, and kissed her gently again.  Their arms enfolded each other as they kissed softly and sweetly.  The passion was there, but controlled as they became attuned to each other.

"Stay with me tonight?  Please?  We don't have to do anything.  I just don't want to be alone.  And I know there's no one else I'd rather have with me," Renee asked, as she held Barbara to her.

"Try and get rid of me..." Barbara responded with a smile.  "And I think I'd like to do something.  Like you, I've been alone too long..."

Renee stood and took Barbara's hand, leading her to the bedroom.  Once there, she stood indecisively.

Barbara took the initiative by pulling off her gloves and tossing her utility belt to the side, then unzipping the back of her costume.  "Selina was the same way," she laughed.  "Am I intimidating to women older than me?"

"No, just...overwhelming?  Too sexy?  Too beautiful?"

"Go on..." Barbara prompted.  She started to peel the skin-tight costume off, and Renee stared longingly at her.

"I get to find out something no one else knows...what do superheroines wear under their costumes..."

Laughing, Barbara said, "In my case, nothing.  Too hot this summer."

The dark top was hanging around her waist, her upper body bare to Renee's hungry gaze.  Barbara leaned over to remove her boots, her long red hair still falling around her head and her breasts pointing to the floor.  Then she shook her short red hair again to loosen it up.

Standing, Barbara started to peel her leggings off.  Renee knelt in front of her, and reached up to help.  The kevlar-reinforced spandex had kept the scent of Barbara's arousal trapped.  It came out in a heady wave which Renee inhaled deeply as she admired the trim red triangle that was revealed.  She ran her fingertips through the damp, slightly matted fur.

Barbara pulled the woman to her feet and took her lips in a fiery kiss.  As she held the detective close, she slipped her hands under Renee's shirt, gently stroking the strong, soft skin of her back.  Her hands slid up to discover what she felt pressing against her bare flesh, no bra.  She moaned into Renee's mouth with longing.

Barbara pulled the thin cotton shirt off her new lover and tossed it aside.  Renee's skin had a soft warm, brown coloring all over, like a perfect tan.  With the dark brown circles and hard nipples capping nearly perfect breasts, the older woman was one of the most exciting females Babs had ever seen.

And she wanted Barbara.

The young woman pressed her hard nipples into Renee's equally stiff nubs, rubbing them back and forth, the delicious friction arousing both women even more.

"Oh God..." Renee moaned.

Kissing the other woman, Barbara renewed her oral explorations.  She wanted to know every facet of this lovely creature.  And, at that moment, she wanted to please this woman more than she had any of her other lovers.

Practically fused together along their upper bodies, Barbara shoved her leg against the tight crotch of Renee's jeans.  The Latina was almost on fire!  Sliding her hands down to cup the round, denim-clad cheeks, Barbara found herself moaning into Renee.

Finally, she broke the kiss and looked deep into the woman's brown eyes.  "I want to please you.  I want to be inside of you.  I want to taste you."

Kneeling, the redheaded crimefighter opened the crotch of the woman's jeans and began to peel the skintight pants down.  Barbara smiled when Renee's panties became tangled in the jeans.  'One less obstacle,' she thought.

Once past the woman's hips, the jeans fell and pooled at her feet.  Barbara was eye level with the thick, black fur at the apex of Renee's thighs.  The aroma was intoxicating.

Barbara leaned in and nuzzled the wet mound, the hot and soft tissue an erotic thrill against her mouth and cheeks.  Once she had thoroughly wetted the lower part of her face, she began to kiss the outer labia, first with closed lips and then with her nimble tongue.  Her hands slid around and gently kneaded the soft cheeks of the woman's round ass.

Renee held the girl's face to her, her fingers twined in the shoulder length red hair, as Barbara brought shivers of passion to her.  It had been too long...  And the woman's tongue was like some kind of wonderful magic.  Another shudder took her, and she threw her head back, groaning.

Barbara was finally tasting the woman she had desired since she was a teenager, and she couldn't be happier.  She delved as deep as she could into Renee's hot, wet sex, savoring every drop of her sweet passion.  She felt the walls of the woman's vagina tighten around her tongue, and knew it wouldn't be long.

Tightening her hold on Renee's ass to help hold her up, Barbara rubbed her nose lightly across the tip of the woman's hard clitoris once.  That, combined with the wonderfully intrusive tongue, was all it took for Renee to scream out her climax.

As the waves of erotic pleasure washed over her, Renee leaned heavily on her new love.  Her legs almost gave way, and Barbara's strong grip on her hips helped keep her from keeling over.

Finally, she shook one last time and then pulled the pretty girl up to her.  She took Barbara's mouth in a torrid kiss of passion and gratitude.  The Hispanic woman kissed away every drop of herself she could find on Barbara's face.  She had tasted herself on her fingers, but it was never as sweet as on a lover.  "Come to bed.  I want to...I need to make you come..." Renee said before capturing Barbara's mouth once again.

Directing Barbara onto her back, Renee knelt between her legs.  Gently spreading the muscular thighs, the detective again enjoyed the aroma of her young lover.  The dark red patch of fur drew her like a magnet.  She didn't fight the pull.

Lowering her face, Renee parted the outer lips with her fingers before delving into the tender, aroused tissues with her tongue.  The tangy flavor of the fiery-haired woman was ambrosia to the cop.  Sealing her lips around Barbara's labia, she shoved her tongue inside the girl and sucked on the hot flesh for all she was worth.

Barbara thrust her hips up at the contact.  She was already nearly there, and it wouldn't take long...

Extracting as much of the girl's juices as she could, Renee moved her lips up and started suckling the hard little nubbin poking out of its protective sheath.  The action of her mouth on Barbara's clit brought the young heroine to a shuddering orgasm.

"OH MY GOD!" Barbara screamed, her body arched off the bed and rigid in its ecstasy.

Falling back, she lay there panting.  Renee crawled up alongside her.  Babs opened her eyes to see the lovely woman smiling at her.  She ran her fingers into the thick dark hair, and pulled Renee to her.

They shared a long, soft, passionate kiss.  And more than just a kiss.

"God, if I'd known you could do that to me, I'd've seduced you long ago, Renee."

Chuckling, Renee replied, "Not too long, though.  Wouldn't want to get nailed with statutory..."

"Come here, I want you again..." Barbara said, tugging at the woman.  Renee happily complied.

Later, as the two sweaty lovers held each other, Barbara whispered, "What were you saying about having better days, you harlequin you?"

Renee put on a frozen faced look, with her eyes glazed.  She held it just long enough to get a look of alarm on Barbara's face, then went normal and chuckled, "Gotcha!  And oh, it is."

Barbara followed her gaze to the clock, which stood at 2:54, and giggled, too.  It was well into the new day.

* * * * *

Several weeks later, Harvey Bullock, back from medical leave, was heading home from a late-night poker game.  He happened to be driving through south Midtown.  He glanced over at the dyke nightclub, and almost drove up onto the sidewalk.

Walking out of the GrrlBar were his partner and his boss' daughter.  Smiling at each other.  And holding hands!

He knew about Renee.  Spending so much time together, they learned more about each other than any spouse could.  Much as he griped or joked about dykes and fags (a defense mechanism, Renee called it), he loved his partner.  She was one in a million, and if she wanted to be with women...  Well, that was okay with him.

But cute, sweet little Barbara Gordon!  He could've been knocked over with a feather.

Well, it was their life.  Their secret, if they wanted it to be.  Smiling to himself, Harvey continued to his little apartment, happy that his partner was finally happy.

Hmmm...if perchance Harvey would have been anywhere near that very same bar a week later, would he have recognized either his partner or Barbara?  Not likely, since Babs had persuaded Renee to join with her in the costume prank she wanted to pull a bit later in the evening after the fun at the club.  It took some cajoling to get the detective to concede to wearing high heels again, this time half again higher than the ones complained about before.  So instead of the redhead wearing the purple costume she'd borrowed for just that purpose and the six-inch stiletto heeled knee high black boots purchased to go with it, the woman who already had long black hair and was more like the correct height was Catwoman.  Barbara made use of the costume, female face mask and blonde wig the detective had worn home which she now had and was Harley Quinn.

* * * * *

Early in October, with the trees outside in glorious hues of red, russet, amber and gold along with temperatures falling just low enough to make a roaring inferno in the fireplace comfortable, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the living room of Wayne Manor reading the Gotham Times.  He was lounging in his personal leather chair with his feet up on the ottoman before him, while the news was playing on the TV in the background.  The handsome, black haired multi-millionaire always kept an ear tuned to the set, even if his concentration was elsewhere, so that if anything significant was mentioned, his attention would be shifted instantly.  So far that Friday evening, he'd enjoyed a very pleasant read after dinner with nothing on the TV to note.  There also had been no sign of the Bat Signal.

Bruce did hear the bell announcing someone at the front gate, but he knew that whoever it was would be handled forthwith.  His butler, Alfred Pennyworth, never bothered his master during these early evening periods of relaxation unless the Bat Signal was spotted or some other business came about that he alone could not handle.  So it was that a few minutes after the bell, Alfred approached the chair and said, "Master Bruce, there is a Miss Pamela Stevens here to see you.  She attends the same High School as young master Grayson, and would like to speak to you."

Bruce set his paper down and stood while saying, "Thank you.  Would you please show the young lady in?"

Without another word, Alfred nodded and turned to go back to the alcove.  Moments later, Bruce saw him coming back into the living room with a young lady following close behind.  She didn't look stunningly beautiful, but did have a look of cuteness in her face, which appeared to be only sparingly made up.  Her shoulder length, jet-black hair had nice bangs covering her forehead, and flipped up jauntily at the ends.  She was wearing a navy blue skirt topped by a pale blue sweater which showed that the young lady was becoming a woman very nicely.  She wore matching light blue pantyhose, and had on black patent shoes with flat heels and straps around her ankles.

Alfred walked up and then to the side, saying, "Master Bruce, Miss Pamela Stevens."  He turned and departed to leave the two alone.

"Good evening, Miss Stevens," Bruce said in introduction.  "To what do I owe the honor of this visit?  Would you like to sit down?"

In a soft voice with just a hint of a cultured Southern accent, she replied, "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Wayne.  Yes, I'd love to take a seat."

Bruce pointed her in the direction of a deeply cushioned love seat which was catty corner to his own favorite chair.  "Go ahead and have a seat, and tell me why you're here."

Pamela turned at the seat and flared her skirt out behind herself before sitting, then sat very daintily and crossed her left leg over the right.  She crossed her hands in her lap, then said, "With the school year just underway, we're looking for sponsors to help with a fundraiser our girl's club is planning to run.  We hope to be able to build a float for Homecoming, and-"

"No need to go any further," Bruce said sternly.  Her eyes lit up a bit as she thought maybe her plea was being answered, but fell again as he continued.  "I'm sorry, but I really am very busy right now, and I don't have time for this, Dick."  Bruce grinned broadly.

In a combination of rage and shock, young mister Grayson pulled off the black wig and held it in his lap while saying, "I thought I had fooled you!  How could you tell so easily?"  Dick looked just a bit strange then with his face actually heavily made up to look like a lightly made up girl, and his short black hair atop his head.

"Your makeup was good, and your clothes were almost perfect," Bruce told him, "but even though your voice covered your identity really well, and the way you crossed your legs was perfect, the fact that you were not carrying any purse was the first big flaw in your ruse.  Also, the way you used your hands while talking was not quite ladylike.  That was a nice try, but you really shouldn't attempt to impersonate females.  Leave that to the experts.  You just can't pull it off."

Dick sprang to his feet and without saying another word, ran off to the stairwell to go up to his room, with a hateful glare on his face.  He had thought that the disguise he'd done was so good, that the tricks he'd learned as Robin would pay off.  He wanted to show that he was fully capable of handling any disguise work that could become needed.  And yet Bruce saw right through him.  It didn't help that he was the master detective who called himself Batman.

By the time he reached his room, the young hero had calmed down a bit and started to analyze his situation.  The only way to learn from mistakes was to find out what had gone wrong, and make corrections for the future.  The fact that he'd completely forgotten to grab a purse before sneaking out and coming to the front gate was paramount.  It was both the big and the little details that counted.  Dick went to his sink to cover his face in cold cream to remove the makeup, then washed his girlish looks away.  He then became a definitely odd sight, with a perfectly feminine body topped by a boyishly male head.

Batman was a master of disguises, and had dolled himself up as a female on a number of occasions during his career, as Robin had found out in his studies.  This is what had given him the idea to try crossdressing on his own, and he figured that with his still young face and features it should be simple.  He was now discovering just how complicated it really was, first by the easy way that Bruce had read him, then in having to get out of all his new feminine garb.  Dick had one special drawer of his dresser that he had set aside for female undergarments and support garments, and pulled the false top with socks across it out of the way.

First he unbuttoned the skirt and stepped out of it, then neatly folded it and clipped it to a hanger.  The sweater was pulled off over his head, and it was then put on the same hanger.  Dick went to his closet and put this hanger at the far end with a few other non-male hangers, then pushed his shirts and slacks back into place to cover them.  Granted, they weren't hidden, what with the likes of Alfred and Bruce in the same home, but the feminine finery was at least out of plain sight.  One of the boxes atop the closet shelf was pulled down, and he placed the shoes he'd just doffed in it.  The box went back up to join the many others up there.

Dick got out his solvent and wiped away the artist's gum that blended his false breasts into his still smooth chest.  That was another advantage he had - his body hair was still no more that peach fuzz.  So far, he still didn't even need to shave his legs or use a depilatory.  The two 34C silicone breast forms were unglued from his chest, then pulled up and out of the flesh colored body briefer.  They were put back into the molded spaces in their storage box, and this then went up with the shoes.  He then pulled the briefer's straps off his shoulders and slinked it down his body to step out of it.  He placed it into the special laundry bag that he was going to do on his own.

By this time Dick had been wearing his corset for almost three hours, and it surprised him that it had started to feel almost natural, instead of hurting more and more as he'd imagined it would.  This was one of the rare corsets that he'd found that laced up the back relatively easily.  Babs Gordon had shown him one of hers that was a definite two-person affair, and it was to do the lacing on that one before a costume party the year before that had introduced Dick to corsets.  The young redhead who was also Batgirl was wearing a Cinderella costume, and the corset really pulled in her waist.  He had been visiting with her after school, and had been 'volunteered' to do the honors.  He was garbed in a Luke Skywalker costume, and neither one knew yet that the other wore a different costume most of the time.

Dick sucked in his stomach what little he could, and unlatched all the hooks on the front of his corset.  It sprang away from his body, and he felt everything inside him falling back into place.  He rehooked the front, then undid most of the lacing on the back to have it ready for the next time.  He placed the corset into the false bottom of the drawer, next to the foam padding he hadn't needed for the high school student's costume.

The light blue pantyhose were carefully pulled down from his legs, then were added to the bag holding the briefer.  A flesh tone waist trimming panty was then pulled off and placed in the bag.  At this point the young man still appeared to have a feminine crotch, which he fingered briefly wishing it was actually moist, and got an intense rush.  The realistically shaped, colored and tufted cache-sex was then pulled down.  The male equipment that he'd scrunched up between his legs three hours earlier sprang free, and Dick was glad that he hadn't gotten any more excited than he had while dressed up.  Tempted as he was, the hero kept his hands away, for the time being.

As he had been stripping out of his feminine finery, Dick had gotten another idea.  If he couldn't fool Bruce in the Mansion, maybe he could fool Batman on the streets.  All the while that he was showering, his new idea was developed.  'This could work,' he thought.  'All I have to do is gather the proper costume components.'  The young man's sleep came easily, with intricate plans leading to fascinating dreams.

* * * * *

For the next fourteen days, Dick Grayson was a very busy boy after school got out.  He bought quite a few yards of lycra spandex in light grey, blue, black, red and green.  Also purchased were a number of yards of a yellow sateen material.  He had to visit a number of specialty shoe stores before the plotter could find the different colored boots he'd need.  A sort of double expense came at one shop where both a red and black pair of the same ankle high boots had to be purchaced.  At two others, he left patches of the yellow and green materials so that they could specially make pairs with the intricate patterns needed for the uppers.  When he asked, they told him that making gloves from the same materials would be no problem, and he sketched out what was needed from them.  He was in luck in that Halloween was still far enough away that business was slow and they'd be able to give him the boots and gloves in two days.

When he checked the Bat Cave's costume files, Robin was disappointed to see that no patterns were on hand that would be of any help.  A quick check on the web brought Dick to the site of one of the famous pattern makers, and he found just what he needed.  He arranged for them to send the pattern to a shop that was close to the school, and he brought it home with him the next day.

He also stopped by a mastectomy shop to get two sets of breast forms a bit bigger than the ones he already had.  This time, he was going to do as best he could to not miss any detail, small or large, and in this case, large was the key word.  At a wig shop nearby, Dick found two red hair wigs, one a bit more orangish than the other, which had the correct hairstyles already set in them.

The last purchase which Mr. Grayson had to make was at one of the specialty shops in the malls around Gotham City, which had been set up for the upcoming Halloween.  He was still early enough to find just what he needed after visiting only three shops.  He found an over the head female face mask in mime white.  This was to complement the three flesh tone masks that he'd had specially made by the experimental shops at WayneTech.

Earlier in the year, Dick had read about the breakthrough that some scientists and technicians had teamed up on in the labs.  They had devised an exotic blend of chemicals and plastics, similar to latex, which had a texture identical to human skin.  They had the intention of making disguises for government agents.  When the hopeful youngster went to them with the request for three full head covering masks specially molded to resemble the faces in the pictures he gave them, it was viewed less as an odd requirement than as a real challenge.  He picked them up four days later, and swore the guys to secrecy.  What with the mantle of security surrounding the program already in place, this was just another set of appliances they'd made which nobody would remember ever seeing.

Robin found a storage bin in the dark corners of the Bat Cave which appeared to be both large enough and also unchecked in years.  All of his purchases were placed in this bin so that each night, as Batman went out on patrol or meeting an alarm, Dick could stay at home doing homework.  Little did Bruce know that this homework was more appropriate for a student taking Home Ec than anything else.

Besides all the time spent at the sewing machine fashioning body suits, capes and gloves, Dick also got out his makeup kit and added to the detail on the faces on the flesh colored masks he'd obtained.  The faces that came with them looked good, matching the photos he'd given their makers in general, but the hopeful plotter needed to make them look exactly like the original faces.  He had their looks memorized, but just to make sure, the young hero laid out the pictures he'd lent the guys at the lab.  The makeup was carefully applied, to make almost perfect replicas of the real faces.  This could then be touched up for each once it was in place over his head.

The gadgets, parts, and miscellaneous 'junk' that Batman kept on hand in the Bat Cave provided just what Robin needed to fashion all the accessories for the various costumes he was making.  As each was made, it was added to the trove developing inside the bin.  It was soon looking like a miniature costume shop being set up for Halloween.

After two weeks of on and off working in the Bat Cave while the big bat was busy, the junior bat had everything ready.  If only his teachers at school could be told of the work he was doing; extra credit would surely be given in creativity.  Dick left one of the completed costumes in the storage bin in the cave, and took the other three to a large, run down house with flaky and faded paint.  Its yard had grass that looked like it hadn't been mowed since the summer.  It was in the suburbs on the other side of Gotham, and he'd rented it for one month.  He did spend a little bit of time fixing up what had once been the master bedroom and the adjoining dressing room during the weekend that Bruce thought he was away on a class field trip.  When the rooms had been made nice enough to work with, and special preparations made in the basement, most of the contents of Dick's special drawer were transferred to the Bat Cave storage bin.  All was in readiness.

* * * * *

Two weeks to the day after Dick's first appearance before Bruce as a crossdresser, on which evening Bruce had read his disguise way too easily for his pleasure, things appeared to be all set for the new test.  He did his homework immediately after school so that there wouldn't be any left to do after dinner.  So when Bruce went to the living room as usual, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper, the plotter went up to his room to read for a while.  What he actually did for an hour was to practice a few last times with the different voices he would need to duplicate.  The voice modifier he'd grabbed from the disguise supplies in the cave was a big help, and by moving it around to different spots in the back of his throat, Robin found that he could pretty much get all the voice inflections right.

When it looked like the criminals of Gotham City were once again going to give Batman the night off, Dick threw a thick wool sweater on over his t-shirt, then went down to the living room.  Bruce heard him coming, and lowered the paper to look his young ward in the face.  "Bruce, I've got all my homework finished, and if you don't mind, I'm going to go over to Jerry Garrett's house to play some computer video games."

"Okay, that sounds fine with me," Bruce answered.  "Just make sure that Alfred has the Garrett's phone number in case we need to reach you.  Try to be home by 11, all right?"

"Great!  That'll give us about four hours to get to the fifth level," Dick replied.  "I've got the phone number in both the rolodex Alfred keeps in the library, and also in the computer phone list file.  If we manage to lose track of time while we're at it, I'll try not to wake you when I do get back.  11 shouldn't be a problem, though.  See ya!"

The energetic Mr. Grayson was turned and running toward the foyer before Bruce could say anything more, and he just smiled while shaking his head a bit.  There weren't computers when he was Dick's age, but he had fond memories of the times he'd spent getting away from Alfred to join with his own friends on school nights.  He didn't make curfew on quite a few nights, either.

* * * * *

Dick Grayson had practiced the maneuver so many times that it had become a natural.  After he went out the front door with Alfred watching, the sixteen-year-old made his way around to his 10 speed bike.  He took off cycling toward the front gate, and waited for it to swing open.  Since the gate was both lit and under a camera's eye, which no doubt Alfred was watching, he pedaled on out.  The youngster stopped when he got out from under the surveillance camera's field of view, then circled back around.

When he got to a point along the wall which he knew from experience had bad links in its sensors, Dick lifted the bike over the five-foot-high brick barrier.  Once it was down on the other side, he hopped up and then jumped down next to it, making sure not to snag his jeans in the concrete.  He didn't want to leave a path in the grass, so the plotter walked the bike back, with his sneakers leaving no trace, to a spot hidden from view near a ground floor window on the back side of the mansion that he'd unlatched before dinner.  With the window raised, he had easy reentry to Wayne Manor, and carefully made his way to the stairwell leading to the Bat Cave.  Using the normal lift may have been too easily noticed by Alfred, who would be near enough to hear it moving.

As soon as he was sure that the cave was still dark and otherwise unoccupied, Dick fished the penlight out of his pocket and made his way to the far corner where his storage bin was.  Two different lamps were available overhead, neither of which showed up from the more regularly utilized portions of the cave.  If Bruce or Alfred did come down for any reason, he'd be able to hear them and secure things before they'd know he was there.

Before he could do anything to get his hands dirty, Dick popped the voice modifier into his mouth.  He moved it around until it sounded right for his first impersonation, then got going.  He made quick work of stripping out of the clothes he'd been wearing.  Before he could get excited about what he was doing, the eager cosplayer reached down and folded his still flaccid tool up between his legs with his balls stuffed up into the cavity above.  He fished the cache-sex out of the bin, and pulled it up into place.  In the process of smoothing everything out, the crossdresser ended up looking like he was exploring the pussy that now appeared in his crotch, and that got him stiff, indeed.  The device was strong enough to keep any sign of that excitement from showing.

The waist trimming panties were pulled on over his now feminine appearing crotch, then Dick pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose.  He stuffed the padding into the area behind his tush and to the sides of his hips, giving both of these areas a much more feminine shape.  Then he wrapped something around his waist he hadn't tried before.  This waist cincher would only close after the schemer sucked in his tummy, but once it was on, it looked like it would provide a good start for the corset.

Dick didn't want to try to do too much bending once the corset was on, so while he only wore the cincher, he reached into the storage bin and pulled out the shiny black body suit.  The material had just enough stretch in it to mold his calves into a slightly more rounded shape, and once they were up and over the bottom of the cincher, gave his whole lower body a very pleasing shape.  With the upper part of the unitard hanging loose from his waist, he slipped his feet into the golden yellow boots next, and was thankful that they had only four-inch heels.  Their tops came to just below his knees, and had bat scalloping.  Just to finish off his bottom half, he then strung the golden yellow utility belt and its big red weapons bag attached to the right side around his hips a few inches below his now much smaller waist just below the zipper for the upper part behind his back.

Now it was time for the corset, and Dick made sure the laces were loose enough before trying to pull it up over his expanded hips and tush.  He got it into position, then started to slowly but surely pull the laces tighter and tighter.  Thanks to the cincher already in place, his waist was constricted by the corset even more than ever before.  When he finished, the costuming plotter could almost reach around his waist with his hands.

The young contriver wasn't going to be using the body briefer, because he didn't want any straps going over his shoulders.  He glued his DD breast forms into position, then faired them in and blended them with the surrounding skin.  A strapless, extended line bra was then hooked in position around Dick's chest, with the mounds of false flesh filling the cups to form nicely rounded globes.

The costume's top was then pulled from the front of his legs.  Dick stuck his arms part way into the shiny black sleeves, then pulled it up over his torso.  He got each sleeve fully up, then pulled the top up to his neck over his expanded chest, lining up the golden yellow bat symbol so that the wings centered over each breast.  He brought the top up as far as it would go, then worked the zipper all the way up, making the black and gold over his breasts look just as appealing as those of the heroine he was becoming.  He loosened up the utility belt a bit, and it then rode the tops of his hips, well below the narrowest part of his wasp waist.

He stretched the golden yellow gloves over his hands and pulled them up almost to his elbows, then hooked the scalloped edged, knee length sateen cape around his neck.  It rested nicely atop his shoulders, and was golden yellow on the inside and dark blue outside.  Dick reached for the first of his face masks next, and slipped it over his head.  He worked at lining up his eyes and ears, and could feel the padding which would mold his face into feminine form.  He then fit the molded nostrils up into his own nose.  This brought his lips into the padded molded ones of the mask, and with everything in place, he zipped it closed.  The latex stretched all the more tightly over his face then, becoming in effect a second skin.

Since his own eyes appeared through the ovals in the mask, Dick applied false eyelashes that matched the almost natural appearing eyebrows on the mask.  He used some mascara to make them even larger, then used a similar shade of dark blue eyeshadow to match that worn normally with the costume.  He also touched up the blush on his cheeks and filled in the stretch gaps on his lips with more lipstick.  The disguiser could see in his mirror that the face looked realistic enough to bear even close inspection, and the only thing which would give it away was touching the latex-like material.  Dick's new female face was still bald, though.

This last was taken care of for the most part when Dick pulled the orangeish red wig into place, followed by the cowl coming down over his head.  He centered the black center piece over his eyes, then smoothed the remaining dark blue potion with its small bat ears over his head and down into the top of the cape.  The blending of his eyes and the mask was covered enough by the cowl to be almost unnoticed.

Dick turned and looked into the vertical mirror he'd placed on the wall next to the bin.  What he saw was perfect.  Batgirl was smiling, with the artificial material of her face looking just like the real skin below it, her deep red lips curving to show the real teeth inside.  She ran her gloves over her sleek black form, cupped her breasts within her outstretched hands, then shook her head to loosen up her hair.  It spilled out all the more naturally over her cape.

Batgirl grabbed the penlight, then shut off the two lamps.  She made her way over to the motorcycle Robin normally drove, then thought better of it.  Doing so would look more than a bit suspicious to any onlookers to see Batgirl on Robin's cycle.  Instead, she straddled the less garish one that Batman sometimes rode.  It was dark blue, with a black bat for trim.  In the dark, it would be plain enough.

If anyone had been there to see it, a first then took place for the Bat Cave.  Batgirl started up her motorcycle, and made her exit.  As soon as the bike was out under the partly cloudy sky, she started to wonder how the real Dominoed Dare Doll did her thing with no more than her costume.  It wasn't all that cold, but the speed at which she was moving induced a lot of rapidly moving air over her thinly covered skin.  She made a point to ask the heroine she was imitating the next time they were together if her costume had any insulation.

It took Batgirl only twenty minutes to get to the still bustling GCPD headquarters building.  Apparently the regular force was getting its usual fare of minor criminals, prostitutes and drug dealers.  Dick parked the motorcycle in the back parking lot, among the regular patrol cycles so it would blend in.  More than a few pairs of eyes followed the sleek form of the young heroine as she entered the building and made her way to the watch desk.  She asked the Sergeant on duty, "Would you let me use the Bat Signal to summon Batman?  It's not an emergency, but I need to talk with him."

"Let me check for you," she said.  The officer put in a call to the commissioner's office to see if he was still there.

"Commissioner Gordon."  He put his hand over the mouthpiece, and said, "Hold on a sec, Babs.  Hopefully this won't take long."  His daughter grinned her approval.

"Good evening, Commissioner.  This is Sergeant Rose at the desk.  Can I let Batgirl use the Bat Signal to reach Batman?  She says that's the only way she can get to him, and it isn't an emergency."

"That shouldn't be any problem, Brittany.  Give her the code for the access hatch, and say hi to her for me.  I'm about ready to get out of here and go to a late dinner with my daughter."

"Will do, Commissioner.  Have fun, and we'll try to let you be tonight."

"Hah!  I can just imagine my beeper going off just as the first bite of steak is going into my mouth!  Good night, Sergeant."

The Sergeant hung up her phone, and grinned as she faced Batgirl.  "It's all yours.  Let me get the code for you.  Oh, the commish said to pass on a hi for him, also."

"Gosh, it's too bad I couldn't return it to him," Batgirl said in an easy girl to girl voice.  "Maybe next time."

Sergeant Rose fished the alpha numeric sequence out of her computer's data base, then wrote it on a scrap of paper for Batgirl.  The heroine took it from her outstretched hand and put it into one of the little bins on her utility belt.  She then turned and made her way to the elevator going to the roof.

Just as the elevator doors closed behind her, Commissioner Gordon and his daughter Barbara walked up and pressed the down button.  Babs had just missed seeing her twin.  At just that moment, the redhead's plans for the evening were just to enjoy the dinner with her father and spend a restful night at home unless some villainy afoot called for Batgirl to make an appearance, with her alternate personality just being along for the ride and observing.  But it was not to be, for when later that night a call went out for help from Batman, Robin and Batgirl to assist the GCPD in stopping a raid on the Easton branch office of Gotham National by Harley Quinn, the dynamic duo was unavailable, and Batgirl couldn't be reached because at that time she had been pushed aside by her other self and was submerged under her other costumed identity actually committing the villainy afoot.  Joker's sexy assistant and Poison Ivy's girlfriend escaped the law, but at least she was kept from stealing whatever she'd come for.

* * * * *

Alfred walked up to his master at a pace much more brisk than his apparent age would allow, and said, "Master Bruce, the Bat Signal."

After many years of hearing those very same words, Bruce immediately put down his paper and stood, saying, "Thanks, Alfred.  I'm on my way.  I'll give you a call if you need to bring in Robin."

The elderly British butler was already tidying up the newspaper and shutting off the TV with the remote as Bruce was entering the express elevator to the Bat Cave.  It took the Dark Knight only three minutes to get into his ominous costume, and he was behind the wheel of the Batmobile and zooming outbound mere moments later.  The eerie bat in the sky was playing upon the clouds overhead as he exited the cave, and the combined power built in and the implied emergency status granted it allowed the Batmobile to get to the GCPD in just under fifteen minutes.

There was a special spot at the side of the building that was reserved for no other uses, and Batman slid into the parking slot with practiced grace.  He hopped out after the overhead hatch slid forward, then clicked a button on his utility belt.  The hatch sealed up, and armor plating slid out to cover the wheels.  Bruce then turned and shot his bat line toward the roof.  The grappling hook took hold on the edge, and the electric winch within the launcher hauled him skyward just slow enough that he could keep his footing on the wall.

When Batman climbed over the parapet, he looked over to the Bat Signal.  He'd expected to see Commissioner Gordon or Sgt. Bullock standing next to the modified searchlight, but instead, he spotted the sleek and gleaming black and golden yellow form of Batgirl.  When she in turn saw Batman approaching her, the Dominoed Dare Doll doused the light and shut the control panel's access door.  She then raced to meet Batman halfway across the roof, with a look of terror in her impassioned eyes and on what little of her face showed behind her mask.

Batgirl opened her arms and clung tightly to the surprised Batman's rock-hard physique.  He could feel her bounteous breasts pushing in on his abdomen, and noticed that she was shaking violently.  He waited just a moment for her to settle down just a bit, then took the young woman by her shoulders and pushed her back to arm's length.  "My God!  You look like you've just stared death in the face!"

Batgirl caught her breath, then gasped, "Batman!  That's precisely why I tried to get you here!  Harley Quinn had me in her clutches, and came within a hairsbreadth of killing me!"  She then slowed down just a bit, and continued, "I just barely got out of there after that ditz left me to get some device she said Joker had given her.  She must not have been a Girl Scout, because her knots left a lot to be desired."

"So you're okay now, right?" Batman asked.  "Was Joker with her at the time?"

"No, the little goofball was all on her own.  I never even heard Joker's raucous voice, let alone see him," a now determined Batgirl said.  "I can get you to the building she's hiding in if you want to grab her."

"If Harley is up to her usual tricks, I'm betting she's setting something up for Joker.  If you didn't see any sign of him, then Harley should be a relatively easy take.  Let's go!"

At the roof's edge, two bat lines shot out and a determined pair of crime fighters swung down to the ground below.  Another press of the switch on the utility belt caused the wheel covers to retract, and the canopy slid forward while the Dark Knight started the engine remotely.  Out of deference to his guest, Batman went to the passenger side usually occupied by Robin and held open the door.  He watched her lithe form as she slid into the car.  Batgirl was securing the shoulder harness as Batman hopped into the left side seat, and as the cockpit roof slid closed overhead, he buckled himself in.  With the engine already idling, they were off in seconds.

The only words spoken by the apparently still slightly spooked Batgirl during the trip were to give Batman general directions at first.  As they got out into the rough looking neighborhood, she started opening up a bit and gave more detailed turning directions.  They ended up pulling the Batmobile into a darkened street with no lights showing on either street lamps or the houses.  The house she pointed out looked like it had been abandoned for a good while, and Batman figured that made it an obvious choice for the sexy young femme fatale to use as a hideout.

"The basement window that I got out of is still open," Batgirl said as she pointed to the far corner.

Batman spotted the slightly ajar window frame, then said, "You stay here in the Batmobile.  I don't want you getting into contact with Harley again, as much as you'd like to get at her."

"NO!" she almost screamed.  "Let me at that little witch!  I want to show her what payback is like."

"That's precisely why you're staying right here while I go and root her out," Batman said in trying to reason with her.  "As capable as you've proven yourself to be, you sound just a bit too overenthusiastic.  I don't want you to fall back into her hands because of rashness causing you to err in her favor.  I've handled Ms. Quinn on my own before, and since we should have surprise in our favor, I think I can handle her once again."  With that, he ended the conversation by hopping up and out of the Batmobile, leaving a stewing Batgirl behind.

After he was turned with his back to the car, Batgirl grinned broadly.  She very quietly got out of the car herself, but did not follow in Batman's footsteps.

* * * * *

The Dark Knight very slowly and carefully made his way to the open basement window.  He looked up every few feet just to make sure there was no sign of activity in the windows above.  They remained dark, with no apparent motion behind them.  When he got to the window, Batman stooped to take a quick look, but saw nothing in the darkness.  Caution then caused him to stand back up, and the detective continued walking.  He made his way around the entire perimeter, just to make sure there weren't any other open windows or possible surprises in hiding.

When he came back to the open window, Batman made a quick judgment about the possible depth of the basement from the placement of the window and the size of the floors above.  He figured that the floor should be about six feet below the bottom of the window.  Since Batgirl had probably put something against the wall below the window to climb out, he decided to spring into the interior a bit more that going straight down.  That way there would be a lesser chance of tripping up on something on the way down.

With the window lifted completely up and out of the way, Bruce crouched on the edge, then pushed off with his feet.  He immediately straightened out, with his legs bent at the knees to absorb the impact.  He came down on solid flooring, without contacting anything else on the way down.  Batman bent until his hands toughed down also to absorb the shock, then stood tall.  Before he could even turn to start looking around, he was hit on the back of his head by a massive club, which connected just above the neck and below the Kevlar armor of the cowl.  He sank to the floor once again, this time in an uncontrolled fashion.  There was no active brain to control the fall.

Sometime later, when Batman's eyelids flickered open, there was a soft light bathing the room.  He tried to lift his hand to reach the ache at the back of his head, but found this impossible to do.  He angled his head down, and found that his legs and arms were all tied to a gridded frame.  What they were tied with was the shocker - it wasn't rope or cable, it was vines and flexible thin branches.  When he brought his head back up, the Dark Knight saw a green pair of high heeled boots, then light green legs and a dark green torso with a pair of monstrous tits jutting out.  The bright red hair falling around them led his eyes further up, and he was staring into the sneering face of Poison Ivy.

"Harley told me that you'd probably be coming out here," the mistress of poisons and plants said with a haughty tone.  "I still can't believe that she let Batgirl get away from her, but that has been rectified.  We have Batgirl trapped in another room so that you two couldn't work something out between each other.  I want to thank you for bringing her back here, also.  It was nice of you to deliver that ditz back into my hands.  This time, the Bat Bitch won't get away, but she will be leaving here as somebody entirely new and different who you'll find to be Joker's new helper."

Ivy lifted her green gloved right fist up to Batman's face, and he saw the yellow band of tubes arraigned around her wrist.  The small crossbow on the top tube was aimed right between his eyes, and the hero thought he himself was now doomed.  But instead of an arrow firing, he saw a cloud of mist emanate from another tube.  When he breathed in these vapors, the Dark Knight became dark, as consciousness slipped away once again.  However, there was a slight grin forming on his lips as his head sunk to his chest.

Poison Ivy lowered her arm as the hero's head drooped, then turned away to leave the room.  She walked with a very sexy stride, her hips swaying back and forth as each step brought a resounding click from her heels hitting the tile floor.  She was loving every moment, and smiled broadly.  There was a thin carpet beyond the doorway of the room in which Batman had been left, and her stride became much quieter as the redhead made her way to the stairway leading to the upper floors.  She passed the first floor and kept on going up to the second floor.  The landing at the top led to a bedroom with bright lights on.

The dressing room at the rear corner of the bedroom was Ivy's destination, and when she got there, the super villainess pulled the weapons band from her right wrist.  The redhead faced her vertical mirror, and took in the beautiful sight she saw.  Her incredibly beautiful face was surrounded by a billowing mass of flaming red hair, and this fell atop her 36DDD chest.  Her breasts were only partly held in by the top of her dark green leotard, and there was plenty of cleavage showing.  She brought her similarly colored gloved hands up to these breasts, and hefted them while cupping them from below.  Her unbelievably tiny waist shifted as she savored the mass of her tits.  "No, not now, later..." was all she said.

Poison Ivy pulled off her long green gloves, then set them on the counter top.  That glorious mass of red hair was then lifted from her head, to reveal a bald, flesh colored dome.  The wig was placed on a waiting styrofoam head.  She reached for a tissue on the counter, then soaked it with the bottle of solvent.  She wiped the tissue around the base of her neck, and soon a thin lip of what looked like skin appeared.  After she tossed the tissue into the trash can, Ivy reached to the back of her neck and grasped the end of the tiny zipper there.  This was brought up to the top of her head, and then she pulled the two sides of the mask forward and down, away from the face below.  This exposed Dick Grayson, grinning from ear to ear.

In a repetition of the quick change he did only thirty minutes earlier, Dick quickly got out of the basically green costume.  As much as he'd enjoyed the feel and sound of Ivy's spike heeled boots, he was glad to get his feet back flat on the ground after taking them off.  The entire pile of light and dark green was then set next to the pile of black and golden yellow on the floor next to the doorway.  Then he used the solvent once more to wipe away the blending that merged the massive breast forms with his own flesh, and also dissolved the glue that held them in place.

These two masses of silicone were placed into their box, and the ones he'd been wearing earlier were brought back out.  The smaller, but still quite large forms were glued into place.  Dick didn't bother with blending them in, because they would not be exposed to view.

After she unzipped the back, Dick slipped his left foot into the black left legging which had three vertical red diamonds over the thigh area and worked it up to his knee.  After doing the same with the red colored right which had black diamonds, he pulled it up to his waist and smoothed it out.  The garment molded to his heavily reshaped body much as had the Batgirl costume earlier.  Looking down, he couldn't believe how awesomely his legs filled out the bottom of the costume.  This got him thinking, 'If my legs look this good, I can't wait to see what it does for my chest!'

He stuck his left hand into the red left sleeve which had three black diamonds on its forearm and worked it down into the built in black glove.  After doing the same with the black right sleeve with red diamonds on the bicep and a red glove, Dick reached behind his back and pulled the zipper up.  There was a division between the upper and lower colors just below his huge but not as big as Ivy's breasts.  He took the white mime faced mask from its box, and lifted it over his head.  After he zipped it closed, the soon to be another villainess tucked it into the top of the unitard.  The white jester bracelets got pulled on to cover the division between arm and glove colors, then he pulled over his head a six lobed jester neck piece which had white balls at each tip.

Seeing the way the costume hugged his chest and emphasized each breast, the joke puller started feeling very satisfied with himself.  Dick pulled the red on the right side and black on the left side cowl down over his head.  'Good thing these two babies sticking way out to each side have foam or whatever keeping their shape.  I'd hate to think about trying to put a wig into ponytails to fill them.'  The white face mask built into the front of the cowl with black areas around her eyes to seem like a mask hid his own mime face completely.  After smoothing out the face and cowl, he slipped the bottom edges into the top of the body stocking, making it look as if he was in a one piece costume from head to toe.

He hooked the looped ring belt around his hips, well below his waist, then clipped the goodie bag to it.  Dick touched up the makeup around his eyes to blend them in with the mask.  With the top now finished, he slipped his feet into the one red and one black boots, which had flat heels.

Harley Quinn gave herself a quick check in the mirror, and after seeing that everything looked just right, practiced doing the ditzy voice of the jokestress.  Harley's was an almost unique voice, and it was the hardest to get right.  Once she was satisfied with everything, Joker's henchwoman and Ivy's girlfriend headed back down to the basement, with an almost permanent wide grin on her face.

Batman awoke with a start as smelling salts were being waved under his nose.  He saw a red gloved hand below his nose, and knew he was in trouble now.  There was no telling what Harley Quinn had in mind, because she was out of hers.  But if the observation he'd noted about Ivy was right, just maybe...

"Hiya, Bats!  I guess Ivy did you up pretty good, huh?  I knew she was gonna tie you up good, but she didn't say anything about knockin' you out.  I just got back from Batgirl, and Red took over with her.  You should see the Bat Bitch!  I don't think anybody'll ever recognize her face ever again," Harley said as she started a hideous giggle.

"What have you done to her, Harley?!  So help me, if you've done anything to permanently harm that woman, you'll pay!"  Batman felt rage, but knew he had to stall and act out his role.  He was still thoroughly tied down, and would be at Harley's mercy, or lack thereof.  "What is it that you and Ivy are planning?"

Harley tilted her head sideways, and grinned all the more, as if that were possible.  "We're setting up a little deal for my Puddin'.  We're gonna beat the crap out of you, and leave you as a going away present for Puddin'.  I'm going with Red now, and Puddin' will hafta find a new girl, like maybe Bat Bitch with her much sexier new face that nifty device I got from Puddin' is giving her."

Harley then stood on her tippee toes and reached behind Batman's head with her hands.  She grabbed him solidly, and laid a quick kiss on his left cheek.  Just as quickly, she let go and backed off, with a stunned Dark Knight looking at her in puzzlement.  He was sure now.

"Hee hee!  Thanks, Bats!  I'll be back for more later.  See, I gotta go help Red with the Bat Bitch right now.  Bye!"  Harley turned and started skipping out of the room, bouncing from one foot to the other in the process.

* * * * *

Even though he now was pretty sure that this whole thing was a set up, Batman was still being tightly held to the grid.  He tried every trick he could remember to get loose, but nothing seemed to work.  He relaxed his muscles to make them smaller, but the vines just clamped down all the more.  He started a systematic flexing and contracting to try and loosen something, but they still held him tight.  If for no other reason than to rest, Bruce then just relaxed and let the vines take the entire weight of his body.  If he was lucky, the constant stress might open them up a bit.

The Dark Knight relaxed so much that his eyes eventually closed and he fell into a light sleep.  It was his body's natural reaction to the state of torpor in which he'd put himself.  This was more of a nap than anything else, and his eyes blinked open instantly an unknown number of minutes later.  He'd been awakened by the creak of the open basement window, which he looked up to see being raised.  A sleek, black gloved pair of hands with truly awesome claws at their fingertips was tying the end of a whip to the post at the top of the window.

Moments later, Batman saw a black boot followed by an elegantly shaped light grey leg come through the window.  The other leg then joined it, and they both kicked about gently as Catwoman used her arm muscles to lower herself slowly.  When her right boot reached the crate propped up against the wall, she planted her left foot next to it, then reached up to free her whip.  The feline femme fatale coiled her long bullwhip and hooked it to the right side of her belt, then turned around to display her near perfect anatomy, and saw Batman hanging on the grid.

She hopped down like her namesake and met the ground with her feet and hands together.  As she stood back up, her exqisitely shaped form was once again proudly displayed for Batman's benefit.  "Hello, Batman.  I heard a nasty rumor about Batgirl nearly getting her cute little butt singed here earlier this evening.  I guess you both got here long before I did."

"Catwoman!  You've got to get to whichever room Batgirl is in right now.  She's in Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn's clutches again, and I fear that she's worse off than I am," Batman said with a note of urgency.  'What if I'd been wrong?  Is Batgirl really in trouble, and my guesses in error?'

Catwoman slinked over in the distinctly feline way that only she could, and purred, "Batgirl's okay.  I found her first, and got her away from Harley and Ivy.  Those witches put up quite a fight, but I got her free before they got started at altering her face.  Unfortunately, while I was busy untying her, Ivy untied the rope I had around Harley, who then repaid the favor for Ivy, and they took a powder before I could get to them.  Batgirl wanted desperately to help me in getting to you, but I sent her home to rest.  She was in rotten shape, but a couple of nights of beauty rest, her own beauty and not some new one they were going to give her, ought to clear her up."

She started to attack one of the vines with the claws on her right hand.  It wasn't working, so she said, "I know you've got a blade somewhere in that utility belt of yours, dearest.  Tell me which compartment it's in, so I can get you out of here."

"The third one on my right.  Thanks for taking care of Batgirl, but are you sure she's okay?  I'd hate to see anything happen to her, Selina."  The Dark Knight looked at her plaintively, and regretted right away his use of her familiar name.

With a small retractable razor clenched in her fingers, Catwoman tilted her head ever so slightly and looked Batman in the eyes.  "Using my name in a situation like this could get you in trouble.  I don't know about you, but as close as we are, I'm getting more than a little excited."  Then, instead of putting the blade to the vines, she backed off a bit, and crossed her arms under her bounteous breasts.

Batman had seen that very same pose too many times for this to be anyone other than Selina herself, and he started to wonder while he blushed.  "You know as well as I do what you do for me, but we can't get into that now.  You've got to get me out of this trap."

"Oh, I don't know...how is that you seem to get tied up so often, eh?  Is that something that gets you turned on, possibly?  Maybe we could do some rope tricks in a softer situation?"  Catwoman had a malicious grin on her face, but saw the deadly serious look that Batman was giving her.  "Okay, spoilsport.  Much as I'd love to get my hands on you here while you couldn't do anything to stop me, I guess you have your duties and have to get to them."

No more words were said as she easily cut through first the vines and branches around the Caped Crusader's wrists.  While he started to rub some life back into his arm muscles, Catwoman stooped and went to work on the trappings around his ankles.  She then stood up and handed the blade back to him, and Batman replaced it in his belt.  "Might I suggest that we find an easier way out of here than that window?" the Feline Felon who was more of a heroine now said, with her fists resting on her hips.  She pointed toward the hallway, and both went to look for the stairwell going up.

Batman led the way through the front door a few moments later, and glanced up to notice the now opened window on the second floor which hadn't been that way when he scouted the house earlier.  Had Batgirl actually been released from that room?  It was possible, but...

Catwoman reached for Batman's hand from behind, and pulled herself around to face him.  As she looked up into his eyes longingly, she reached around his massive chest and pulled herself in close.  Bruce remembered the last time Selina had hugged him this tightly, and refrained from returning the hug.  She looked up with a pained look in her eyes, then took her hands and clasped them behind his neck.  She pulled her face up close to the Dark Knight's, and then the ex-villainess planted her lips solidly on his.  She got just the reaction she'd hoped for, and thrust her tongue quickly up against his.

As he turned so red that had it been daytime, he'd have looked sunburned, Bruce pulled back away from Selina before she could get him any more tempted.  Catwoman had a hurt look on her face, and pushed away from him.  Before he had even recovered, she turned and slinked off into the night.  She had disappeared by the time Batman could move, and he just chalked it up to another case of almost gotcha.  Someday, he and Selina were going to finally get closer.

Batman had his suspicions confirmed when he got to the Batmobile.  When Batgirl had left it earlier against his wishes, it should have been left open.  Batgirl had never been in it before, and couldn't have known how to set the locks.  Yet when he got to the car, both the driver's and passenger's side doors were secured.  He shook his head in amazement at the ruse, then headed back to the Bat Cave to close up for the night.

Alfred met the Batmobile's arrival as he often did, with a tray in his hand holding two cups, one of coffee, the other hot chocolate.  After Bruce hopped out and got the car turned around, he picked up the cup of cocoa as Alfred asked, "How did the evening go, Master Bruce?  I presume you were able to handle it all by yourself?"

Bruce chuckled after taking a sip of the steaming liquid.  "That was a very impressive affair.  If you'd tried to call Dick, you wouldn't have reached him.  He put on one hell of a show tonight.  Would you believe that Dick, in rapid order, played the roles of Batgirl, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn?  I'll have to ask him later how he managed to get Selina to join with him in that stunt.  Catwoman acted it out just as he'd set it up."

"So young Master Grayson has some potential?" Alfred said.  "I knew that you were a bit short with him two weeks ago.  I hope you'll take advantage of this, and put his talents to good use.  Also, I wonder what time he was playing the role of Harley Quinn with you.  A call came asking for your assistance in apprehending Harley Quinn who was robbing the Easton branch office of Gotham National while you were out.  I had to let them know you were out.  There was a mention of that on the news a bit later, and it seems she got away from the police who tried to get her."

Bruce put his cup down, then said, "Too bad I missed out on seeing the real Harley.  Sage advise from my age old mentor re Dick.  Point taken.  I'm already thinking of a good way to put Dick's newfound talents to good use."

The two of them then exited the Bat Cave after Bruce did a quick change back into shirt and slacks.  It was quarter to 11 when they came out of the elevator, and they both looked at each other with a smile on their faces.  Neither was going to worry too much if Dick broke curfew.

* * * * *

Catwoman made her way through the night back to her house via a circuitous route, just in case Batman was trying to track her.  She saw no sign of the hero, and retired to her upstairs bedroom.  She stopped before her vertical mirror, and made a provocative pose.  Selina grinned, then freed the whip from the clip on her belt.  She snapped it in the open air above her bed, and felt herself getting excited.  After she put her whip away, the feline femme fatale sat down to pull the knee high, flat heeled boots off her feet.

She wanted to check something out.  If Catwoman looked sexy as hell in the boots she'd been wearing, what would she look like in some that were a lot more sexier and appealling?  She reached into the costume supplies box and pulled out a pair of shiny black, stretch PVC thigh high boots which had six-inch stiletto heels on them.  She slipped her feet into them, and pulled the zippers up almost to her crotch.  The boots hugged her legs like another skin, but in glossy black.

When she stood and then walked over to her mirror, Catwoman saw what a deliciously sexy and seductive look she had.  The heels elevated her ankles high into the air, and made her calves stand out all the more.  The green Poison Ivy boots from earlier in the evening had felt good, but these heels were and inch higher and put those to shame.  Dick made a mental note to pass on this discovery to the real Selina Kyle.  If the boots looked good on her, then they'd look just as good, if not better, on the real thing.

As excited as Dick was getting, Catwoman decided to try something different, and not wait to disrobe.  She laid down on her bed and lifted her now black legs into the air.  While one hand massaged the round grey globes on her chest, the other started stroking the flat area between her legs.  It didn't take long at all for the flattened out equipment up inside that crotch to get rock hard and shoot out the load that had been developing all night long.

While she was still laying down, Catwoman unzipped the boots from her legs.  Then she sat in the chair at her dressing table and pulled the grey and black cowl off her head.  Dick had decided earlier to forgo the use of his last female mask for Catwoman, and with the cowl off, his unkempt short black hair appeared over Selina Kyle's face.  He didn't want to get the costume wet, so he took off the clawed gloves and then unzipped the unitard.  As he was getting out of it, the cosplayer thought of how appropriate it was that another word for unitard is catsuit.

Dick took off his extended line bra, then unglued the DDD breast forms from his chest.  His ribcage and abdomen finally got some relief when the corset and waist cincher were removed.  He pulled the padding out of his pantyhose, then took off the hose.  At long last, the cache-sex was pulled down from his crotch, and the teen's now very wet manhood fell free.  He did a quick rinse of the cache-sex's insides, then wiped his crotch clean.

As opposed to the sight when he'd first put on the Batgirl costume, where he had a very feminine body with a male head over it before donning the mask, he now saw a male body in the mirror with a very feminine face over it.  He used his cold creme to wash away Selina, and in no time, Dick was 100% male.  Well, on the outside physically, anyway.  He had enjoyed the evening so much that the young hero wondered if this would be the last time he dressed up en femme.

He jumped into the shower to get a quick hot soaking and loosen up.  After Dick had dried off, he put on the fresh underwear, t-shirt and jeans that were in the costume box, followed by a pair of sneakers.  The phone lines at the house hadn't been activated, so he put on a light jacket and hiked a half mile to the all night convenience store.  From there he called a cab, and got a lift back to the parking lot behind the GCPD to get back on the motorcycle he'd driven there as Batgirl.

The very much lighter late night traffic made for a short trip back to Wayne Manor.  It was just after midnight when Dick went back up in the elevator from the cave, and the youngest resident saw that the mansion was dark.  When he got to his bedroom after treading very softly through the halls and up the stairs, he found a note resting on his pillow.

"Dick,
I just want to tell you what a great job you did tonight.  Though my head is still aching, I think I had almost as much fun as you must have.  I'd have never known it was you except for very small details.  As Batgirl, you got into the Batmobile the same way I've watched you get in as Robin for so many years.  Don't forget, women sit down first with their legs outside, then swing them in together.  Also, you locked up the Batmobile, and I'm pretty sure Batgirl wouldn't have known how to do that.

As Poison Ivy, you never once tried to use a poison kiss.  The gas in the wrist band was a nice trick, but not her style.  You will have to tell me how you made your breasts blend in so well.

When Harley grabbed me around the neck, I recognized your stronger hands.  Harl has grabbed me that way so many times that I've come to know what her particular grasp feels like.  Also, this was confirmed by Alfred after I got home and he told me the real Harley was out robbing a bank branch at some point while you were doing your thing.

All in all, you did a fantastic costume job.

In the morning, please tell me how you got Selina Kyle in on your little caper.

I've also got another costume deal lined up for you if you're up to it.  There's a festive dinner engagement on Friday evening, the night before Halloween, and I'd rather not go looking for another 'girlfriend' to bring along.  How would you like to pretend to be my date so that I can skip all the usual hassles I get from the girls?

Regards,
Bruce"

Dick was a bit crestfallen as he read about the little things that he'd slipped up on, but almost burst out laughing when he saw that last bit about Catwoman.  Bruce had fallen for that one completely!  Was he ever going to be in for a shock in the morning.  The young man decided right then and there to make a call in the morning to extend his lease on that house.  And actually go on a date with Bruce to keep away the real girls?

Hmmmmmm...

He slept very soundly once he'd finally climbed into bed.

* * * * *

The following Friday evening, Alfred pulled one of the Wayne limos up to the entrance of the Gotham Convention Center.  Bruce Wayne was the honorary chairman of the annual Fall Festival, and it was imperative that he be there at the head table.  Alfred got out to open Bruce's door, then walked quickly over to the other side to open his date's door, with Bruce close behind him.  A pair of beautiful legs swung out, and planted the five-inch heeled gold sling sandals on the pavement.  Bruce reached in to take her hand and help her to get out, and when she stood, the gorgeous honey blonde straightened out her gold lame' midi with a slit up her left thigh.  She pulled at the white shawl around her shoulders, and stroked at her hair streaming out behind it.  She leaned forward to give a quick nip to Bruce, much to the chagrin of dozens of young ladies who were watching the scene.

Bruce made a grand entrance into the convention hall, which was jam packed with Gotham's high and mighty, and the wannabes.  The blonde at his side kept her right arm wrapped tightly around Bruce's left, so that while he could shake hands with his right, there was no way for him to do any hugging of anybody but her.  The pair were quite a draw for photo takers, both private and press.

As they were being seated just before the festivities started, the blonde beauty put her lips close to Bruce's ear and said something for only the two of them.  It made a great picture, though.  "Bruce, I love the way they feel, but I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to walking a lot and standing in high heels for extended periods."

Bruce grinned, and looked like he was nibbling on her ear as he said, "Don't worry.  It's not that difficult with practice."  They both blushed, one from memories of doing so himself so many times in the past and the other from hoped for many times in the future.

The next day, pictures of Bruce Wayne and the latest entry into his love life were all over the papers, and being set up for the next week's editions of the Enquirer, Globe, etc.  It wasn't long before they were all over the Internet, too.

* * * * *

Friday night a week later, while Bruce was at yet another outing but one at which a date at his side wasn't needed, Dick went into the Bat Cave's data files to look up Selina Kyle's phone number.  'Please be home tonight and not out doing your thing,' the young man thought while punching her number on the phone's pad.  One ring, two rings, three, four, 'Oh no, she must be out...' five.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Robin.  I was almost ready to give up and assume you were out when I heard that fifth ring."

"Well, hello," Selina answered cheerfully.  "I'd never figured I'd get a call from you."

"Right, usually it's Batman on the line with you," Dick replied.  "He's-"

"Dick, I do know who both of you are, you know?" she said to interrupt him.  "You don't have to use your costumed names when talking with me."

"I wasn't sure, thanks for letting me know.  Anyway, Bruce is out again tonight, not as Batman yet, heh, and if you aren't going to be going out yourself as either Selina or Catwoman, I was wondering if I could come over to your place and show you something I think might be good for you to see."

"Right, I know he went to the museum all by himself tonight, not with that blonde bimbo who was clinging to his side last Friday night at the Fall Festival," Selina said with haughtiness evident in her voice.  "I wasn't planning on making the scene as Catwoman until much later in the evening, so when could you be here?"

"Oh boy, have I got a story to tell you when I get there," Dick said with a big grin on his face.  "I'll be on one of Bruce's motorcycles, so watch for me at about 8:30."

"Could I save you the trouble and come pick you up at the front gate?" she asked.

"Well, I need to make a stop along the way to your place," Dick told her, "but it's along the way so it won't take very long."

"No problem," Selina said.  "Tell Alfred I'll be at the gate in fifteen minutes."

"Thanks, I'll do that.  See you in a little bit then.  Bye!"

"Goodbye."

Dick raced up into the mansion to find Alfred after hanging up, and found him in the kitchen.  "Hey, Alfred.  I was just on the phone with Selina," he said while entering.

"You called her, or she called here?" the wise old butler asked.

"Welllll...I presume you didn't hear any phones ringing, so yes, I looked up her number and got lucky that she was in.  There's something I want to show her, and I was going to take one the bikes over-"

"Isn't it a bit far to be going downtown on a bicycle?" Alfred asked, breaking in.

Dick chuckled.  "No, I meant one of Bruce's motorcycles.  But I won't need to get to her place, anyway.  Selina said she'd come over to pick me up at the front gate, and asked me to tell you she'd be there a bit less than fifteen minutes from now."

"I wonder if Master Bruce is going to get jealous?" Alfred smiled.  "So you're going on a Friday night date with Selina Kyle?  A bit young for her, aren't you?  I thought Barbara was more in your league."

"Think of it more as business than a date!" Dick grinned.  "Babs is my usual companion now, but Selina needs to see something concerning Catwoman."

"Anything I should know about?" Alfred asked.

"Just between you and me," Dick responded, "after I finished that night of costume fun with Bruce as Catwoman, I did some experiments with costume variations.  I think Selina should see at least one of my ideas."

Alfred smiled.  "You actually had Bruce fooled with Catwoman that night, congratulations!  But do you think Selina is prepared to see you as a female, even more so as her twin?"

"She's got a much more than open mind," Dick replied, "so I'm pretty sure it'll be good for her.  I'd better grab what I need from here pretty quick if I don't want to keep her waiting."

"Right!  Get a move on, young sir!" Alfred said.

"Later!" Dick said in haste, heading for the Bat Cave's elevator.

'That boy...' Alfred mused, 'what an imagination!'

Dick managed to get what little was in the storage bin in the cave and get out to the front gate three minutes before Selina pulled up.  "I'm glad you're out here waiting for me," the gorgeous brunette said as Dick approached her rolled down window, "so I don't have to get out and hit the doorbell.  Is that all you're bringing along?"

"Just a small part of what I need," Dick told her, "the rest is at that stop we need to make on the way."

"Hop in, let's go!" she told him.  The grinning teen opened the passenger side door, threw the bag on the back seat, then slid into the front seat.  It surprised him a bit that Selina proved to be a calm and safe driver, not the hot one he'd anticipated.

Only basic small talk went on during the fist part of the drive, while Selina's concentration needed to be on the road.  Once they got to a more open and easy segment a few minutes later, Dick opened up with, "I think you're aware of a few times that Bruce got dolled up as a female to go undercover."

"Yes, and I sure wish I had some pictures," she told him.  "You assisted in that at least one time, didn't you?"

"Three times so far," Dick grinned.  "Now, more recently, I did some dressing up to try and impress Bruce with my abilities to do so.  You're going to see one of the bits I did as part of the suggestion I want to make which is the reason for my visit.  Just to give you a hint at how my skills have developed, you mentioned that blonde bimbo Bruce had at his side last Friday night?"

Selina briefly took her eyes off the road and glanced at her grinning passenger.  "You're pulling my leg!  That was you?!"

"Yes, and loving every minute of it!" Dick replied.  "I'll save the rest for when I'm showing off what I did Saturday of the weekend before.  Ah, we're almost here.  Take a left at that next light."  More turn instructions followed, until his driver was told to stop in front of the house still looking rather decrepit with its lawn way more than in need of a mowing.

As he was getting up and out, Selina said, "I presume Bruce knows you're what...renting...leasing...this place?"

"Leasing, and yes," Dick told her.  "But he didn't know until after our fun and games that Saturday night.  This should only take me a few minutes, do you mind waiting out here in the car?  It's a bit of a mess inside, but not as bad looking as the outside."

"If it'll only take that long, not only will I stay out here and wait, I'll leave the engine idling."

It was a good thing Dick was only planning on showing Selina the specific costume and its accessories concerning her.  Bagging up those was simple and took very little time, whereas taking everything would have needed a number of bags and a lot more time.  He was back out at the car with a single hang up bag in hand that had a bulging side extension.  "All in here," he said while placing it on the back seat with the small bag that came from the Bat Cave.  He got back into the front seat and said, "Now, on to your place!"

"I presume you're aware of how close I am to this place you've got," she said.

"Yes, of course!  I was planning on riding there myself, you know."

"As Dick Grayson, or as Catwoman?" Selina said slyly.

"You knew all along?" Dick gasped.

"I was under that assumption, yes," Selina replied.  "Bruce told me about your little masquerade last week, but not about you being his blonde date.  He couldn't get over how well you portrayed me that night!  I can't wait to see this now."

"Tell you what," Dick said, "since you said you were planning on going out a bit later anyway, how about we both get into our costumes at the same time.  You should take a lot less time than me, but it'll kill some of the wait time while I'm doing my thing.  Then you could take me home as Catwoman instead of Selina."

"But not with you as my twin in the passenger seat, I hope."

"Not as I was planning.  I just want to show you my suggestion, then get back to being myself for the trip home, and we could go directly back to Wayne Manor.  I'll take the costume back there and get it back to my own place later on."

"Right, and here we are.  My parking space is really close to the elevator."

The small talk while heading up to Selina's penthouse suite was more general than in the car, just in case any neighbors were within earshot.

As they entered, Selina said, "I presume this is your first time in here.  Bruce knows his way around, but let me give you a quick room by room tour before you get dressed."  She picked up and cuddled two of her five pet cats, the orange Felicity and calico Oscar, which had come bounding toward the doorway as their mistress entered.  The cats got placed back on the floor, then the long haired brunette just waved at the kitchen and dining room that were adjacent to the large living room in which they were standing.

The first bedroom they got to was Selina's, and inside it she pointed out the large walk in closet that held not only normal day to day clothing but also the more arcane night time wear.  Next was the main bathroom which they entered via the doorway from her bedroom, and exited at its door to the hallway.  A few paces down was the second bedroom, where Selina told him to set the bags on its bed.  Dick did so, and then was shown the smaller bathroom connected to that room which he'd be able to use.

Back out in the hall, Selina showed Dick the small room used for holding a few pieces of artwork and sculptures.  "You might be wondering about these," she said with a grin, "but only one was purrrrrloined (she couldn't resist that one) and everything else was obtained the more usual way.  The one I got more surreptitiously was from a criminal who'd gotten it even more nefariously, and Bruce had no problem with me keeping it as a reward for helping him bring that asshole to justice."

"I sure am glad you're pretty much on our side now," Dick mentioned, "instead of the way you used to be a real thorn in our sides."

"I thought only Pam gave away the thorns," she quipped with a suppressed giggle.

"Good one!" he smiled.  "So let's go ahead and get dressed.  After you're ready, wait for me in your living room, not your bedroom, okay?"

"Will do.  If you need any help, let me know.  But from what Bruce told me, I doubt I'll hear anything before seeing my twin come into the living room."

"Right!  I'll be out there in a bit."  Dick scooted into that second bedroom and shut the door.

Before doing anything else, he fished the voice modifier out of the bag brought from the Bat Cave.  Dick went into the bathroom to wash his hands, then unwrapped the tiny device and popped it into the back of his mouth.  He shifted it around to what he remembered being the right place for Selina's voice, said a few words softly as a test, did another shift, then was satisfied after the next test.  From that same bag he pulled out the cache-sex, panty briefer, DDD breast forms, hips and tush padding, strapless bra, waist cincher and corset.  Also, this time he planned to use his Selina Kyle over the head female face mask, so no makeup had been brought along.  His regular clothing came off like lightning and, as soon as its rigidity wore off while thinking about schoolwork, his prick got folded up and back under his crotch.

After all the foundation garments were on and providing Dick with a decidedly feminine body shape, he slipped into the light grey catsuit and zipped it tight.  The belt consisting of golden circles strung together was placed around his upper hips and secured in front, then the cat-o'-nine-tails was coiled and clipped over her right hip; he'd brought that whip along instead of the bullwhip because it was a known favorite of Selina's.  The mask got pulled down over his head, straightened out over his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, then zipped closed.  Its neck got smoothed out, then stuffed under the top of the catsuit.  Since this costume had no hair at all showing, there was no need for the long black wig which would have truly transformed him into Selina Kyle.  He pulled the cat eared grey cowl down over the mask and got its black front part centered over his face before getting its neck tucked into the catsuit's top.

For the first showing, Catwoman's twin was going to be exactly that, in the flat heeled knee high black boots.  They got zipped on, followed by the last bits, the opera length black gloves.  She got her fingertips settled into the claws, then a quick look in the mirror told the faux Selina that she was ready.  She marched out of the bedroom and into the hallway to go visit her twin, the bag holding the suggestions in her left hand.

To Dick's surprise, Catwoman wasn't found to be in waiting and watching the end of the hallway.  Instead, she was intently studying the scene being shown on her wide screen, wall mounted television.  She did notice the movement of her twin in her peripheral vision and briefly switched her concentration.  "WOW!" she exclaimed.  "Bruce wasn't kidding, you really do look like a 3-D mirror image of me!"

"Does the face mask I have on under the cowl look all right?" the second Catwoman asked.  "That night with Bruce I used makeup instead of the mask."

"Even your voice sounds almost perfect!" Selina replied.  "Yes, at least from this short distance that mask looks so much like my own real face it's hard to believe.  Maybe right up close some imperfections might be discernible.  I presume you have more to show me than what's in that bag, but can it wait for a bit?  Get over here and check out what's happening at the museum."

Dick set the bag down and walked over to stand side by side with Selina in front of the screen.  Plainly evident was Bruce Wayne amongst all the guests who'd been herded into a group by three hoods holding Uzi submachine guns and their apparent leader, Catwoman!  "What the hell's going on there?" she asked.

"I don't know for sure what's taking place," Selina answered, "but this proves what I'd heard rumors about recently.  Scuttlebutt has it that False Face has been using some kind of new technology body suit he came up with that allows him to become anyone of either sex, right down to all the correct plumbing, hair, eyes, voice...a perfect duplicate.  I'd heard that 'I' robbed a liquor store, of all things, two days ago.  Imagine me, who used to be a very high class thief, going after a goddam liquor store."

"False Face used to be an employee at WayneTech," Dick told her, "working on just the fantastic technology that allowed the mask I'm wearing to seem so real.  Bruce is working on securing all the machinery he'd made while still employed, but given or stealing enough money, I'm sure False Face could build another with possibly even more advanced technology on his own."

"We're only three minutes from the museum via the rooftops," Selina said.  "If you feel up to it in the constricting undergarments giving you my figure, how would you like to join me in seeing what we can do to stop whatever my triplet is doing and getting Bruce free so he can become Batman?"

"I don't know if I can leap from building to building quite as well as you do, but yes, LET'S GO!"

The pair made their way out Selina's usual alley side window followed by a short and easy leap to the nearby fire escape.  They scrambled up as opposed to the intended down, and Selina gave Dick a small boost to get her twin up to the roof's edge.  "A bat grapple and line would have made this simple," Dick said softly as her partner joined up, "but since I'm a cat now and not a bat, I'll do it your way.  Let's see how well I can follow you."

Selina took off at a rather quick pace, the velocity helping when it came to doing the graceful leaps from building to building.  Dick managed, just not quite as gracefully and quickly.  But Selina was patient, glad to have her backup even if she was slowing her progress a bit.  The museum was reached soon enough, and the very much different version Dynamic Duo walked over to the maintenance hatch in the far corner.

The vertical shaft they dropped into had a ladder down one side, providing a safe and quick way down.  As Dick expected, Selina stopped when she got to the air conditioning duct above the main hall where the hostages were being held.  "Follow me, but keep as quiet as you can," the elder cat admonished the younger in a soft whisper.  "As I presume you know, any little sound gets echoed and projected the length of the duct."  The younger just nodded as they started off.

A few moments laterm the duo reached the grid covered opening in the back wall of the hall.  "This is good," Selina whispered.  "My triplet must have ordered everyone to face away from her and the gunmen, and those four have their own backs to us right now.  Since I've got a long bullwhip and you've got a cat-o'-nine-tails, keep yours on its latch until we're on the floor."  Dick nodded, and Selina tied the last foot or so of her whip to the top of the grid with her special twist knot.  She unlatched it, then pushed the grid out ever so slowly and quietly.  No reaction was seen from any of the perpetrators, so Dick went down first, planting her boots very solidly and quietly on the floor below.  She gave a quick tug to signal all clear, and Selina came down even faster and more silently.  A quick twist of her bullwhip brought the tip down so it could be coiled and reclipped.

"Instead of doing the obvious and try to take out the Uzis first, let's go for their leader.  She seems to be getting interested in the gemstones display just to our left," Selina said, "so take her down and I'll go over to the crowd to take her place."

"False Face doesn't seem to be carrying a traditional whip as part of her costume," Dick noted, "so I should be able to get to her easily enough.  Good luck!"

The junior Catwoman waited a moment for the third one to turn just a bit more away from their direction, then took off.  She unhooked her whip and made a loop of the strands, then from behind her target lifted it over her cowled head and under her chin.  The loop was pulled closed with her left hand while her right covered the third Catwoman's mouth and squeezed her nose.  Between the tightness around her throat, her closed mouth and shut off nose, False Face blacked out and sank to the floor.  Dick dragged her behind a display case and out of sight as Selina strode out to take False Face's place.

She walked up to the nearest of the gunmen and said, "I just realized that amongst all our hostages we've got multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne.  Tell the others to watch the crowd a bit more closely while I go have a brief talk with our high value hostage."

"You gotta be kidding!" the dolt replied.  "Bruce Wayne?  This is too good to be true."  As he went to tell the other two, the true Catwoman walked past the main part of the crowd who all cowered in fear.

When she got close to the area where Bruce was ensconced, Selina stopped and faced everyone between him and her.  "Bruce Wayne, I know you're hiding deep in that crowd to try and save your sorry ass.  Unless you want to see these people shot one by one until you're the last one standing, get out of there and face me."

There was no way he could take the chance that Catwoman, if that's who she really was, would start letting loose on the others.  Bruce nudged his way through until he was at the edge of the group, then walked out to face his challenger.  "All right, I'm here.  Tell those fools not to shoot," he told her.

"Bruce, it's really me, Selina," she said too softly for any others to hear.  "I hope you weren't thinking that was really me before.  I brought help with me, and the third Catwoman who I believe is False Face was just taken down by the second."

"Second?" he asked, puzzled.

"Remember how good a job you said Dick did being me?  He came over to my place to show me, and we caught what was going on here on TV right after he got fully into costume.  I didn't want to lose any time while he got undressed and back to being himself, so I brought along Catwoman, Jr.  If I get you away from this crowd, can you change into Batman?"

"They took my jacket when this got started," he replied.  "My costume is inside it.  See if you can get it."

Selina looked around for where suit coats, purses, furs and other assorted items would have been assembled.  They'd been thrown on a counter top on the other side of the crowd, so in a loud voice the apparent gang leader said, "What do you mean, you can't contact them without the book in your coat?  Don't you have any phone numbers memorized?  How the hell did you amass a fortune, you fool?!  I'll take you over to it, but you'd better not be lying to me."

Catwoman led the multi-millionaire over to the counter, and after he fished out his jacket she said, "All right, let's just you and me go find a phone so you can make that call."  She turned to face her gunmen and said even more loudly, "I'm taking this dolt to find a telephone.  If anyone so much as flinches, put a bullet between their eyes."

Hank turned to Cletus and said, "Are you that good a shot?  I'm not!  So if anybody flinches, this Uzi goes on auto and just sprays 'em!"

"Unless you want False Face to turn you into a big breasted blonde bimbo," Jake said, "we'd better keep that thing on single shot and try to be a sharpshooter."

False Face at that very moment was regaining her senses, but found herself being held tightly by...Catwoman?  She waited until a bit more strength had come to her body, then to Dick's shock broke free and bolted for the door.  With the Uzis still out there, the chances of trying to follow the super villain were slim.  So she stayed put for time being, waiting for Batman to show up.

Nowhere near a phone, but far enough away to work without being seen or heard, Bruce got everything out from his jacket and started to change while Selina turned the other way.  "You know," she said softly, "I've seen Flash pop his costume out of that ring, Superman and Supergirl compress their regular clothes into tiny pouches on their capes, but how you keep your Bat outfit in that suit coat never ceases to amaze me!"

"Trade secret," the Dark Knight told her.  "I also get changed a lot faster than most people will believe.  You can turn around now."

"Even with all that prep work he had to do, Dick was almost as fast getting done up as me," Catwoman replied.  "So how do you want to get at those three out there?"

Batman reached into his utility belt for a bat knockout pellet and handed it to her.  "Take two of them and say you want some help seeing if there's anything else significant in that pile my coat was in.  Get started, but as soon as you hear the third one still at the crowd drop, burst that pellet at their feet.  Hold your breath and get away from them.  Then I'll let everyone know what's going on."

Catwoman went out first, headed for the trio of gunmen.  She took Jake and Cletus with her over to the pile.  Soon after they started digging, a loud crumpling sound was heard, and as the pair of guys turned to look, Selina tossed the pellet at their feet.  A cloud enveloped them, and while she held her breath while walking about ten feet away, they also crumpled to the floor.  Then Batman said in a loud voice, "When you were brought together here, that wasn't Catwoman who was leading the three mobsters.  It was somebody pretending to be her.  This is the true Catwoman with me, who got Bruce Wayne away from the group long enough to get word to Police Commissioner Gordon, who reached me.  You're all free to get whatever is yours from the stack Catwoman is watching, then please wait until the police arrive so you can each give them a statement.  I have to find where Bruce Wayne is hiding now."

Selina had to trust that nobody was taking anything other than what belonged to them as the crowd descended upon her and the pile.  Bruce went to where he figured Dick had to have taken the third false Catwoman, the area behind a set of display cases.  It became obvious when the second Catwoman stood up after hearing the announcement.  When he got to her, Batman said, "I do hope this doesn't mean you're planning on working with Selina now instead of me."  Something rarely seen on the Dark Knight's face then appeared, a smile.

"I don't think you're going to keep that smile for long," his young partner said in Selina's voice.  "False Face broke free from my hold just before you showed up.  So he's on the loose out there again."

"Damn..." Bruce muttered softly.  "So I presume since your other clothes are at Selina's place, you'll be going back with her?"

"Right, and she'll be dropping me off a bit later," Dick replied.  "She'd offered to pick me up instead of taking one of the motorcycles to see her."

Batman nodded.  "Okay then, I'll be watching for you a bit later.  Have fun with Selina, now that the hard part is over."

"Is Alfred coming to pick you up?" Catwoman, Jr asked.

"He's already on the way," Batman answered.

"I guess we can get going, then.  See you later."

"I'd better go tell Selina to come and collect you," Bruce said.  "If you were to walk out and get her, half the crowd or more would probably think you were False Face coming back."

"Okay, I'll go back into hiding," the faux Catwoman said as she sank below the display case again.

The true Catwoman arrived soon after Batman left, and said, "Too bad we didn't bring along anything that would have held False Face better."

"She only got away by surprising me with a surge of strength," Dick replied after standing up.  "I'd been holding her arms together while she was knocked out after being choked."

"Live and learn..." Selina replied.  "So anyway, I don't want to strut home on the street, especially since most of Gotham City doesn't know where Catwoman lives.  So let's head back to the rooftop."

"We'd better at least sneak from here to the roof," Dick said, "I doubt a pair of Catwomen would go over well."

"Hah!  Don't you know it!  See that door over to your right?"  Dick nodded.  "That's our way out of here."

Unfortunately for Selina and Dick, her TV didn't get turned back on when they got back and the grey costume was demonstrated first with knee high black boots that had high spike heels, then the thigh high black boots with even higher heels.  Selina reminded Dick that the thigh high boots she'd worn with the older royal purple catsuit did have heels for a while, but the main reason she was sticking with flat heels was because they were so much easier to leap and climb with during rooftop transits.

When the costume fashion show was over and Selina had been thrilled by his telling of the costume gags pulled on Batman, Dick finally turned back into himself and got a direct ride back to Wayne Manor by Catwoman, where a good account was given of the very eventful evening.  Barbara was given a briefer version along with a short and sweet telling of his costuming fun night with Bruce which had brought on the visit to Selina when he called her after finishing with Bruce and Alfred.  This is when he asked if her own Batgirl costume was insulated in any way.  "No," she replied, "but my costumes are made from a special sort of spandex latex combination that seems light enough for summer heat and holds in my body heat for winter cold."  This at least satisfied that initial question for him.  As it turned out, she was probably using a similar material to what both he and Bruce used for their own outfits.

What the two missed on the nightly news was something False Face did see.  The footage they'd been watching of the ensuing hostage situation had continued to be televised and recorded by his systems, and the pair of good Catwomen arriving and taking out the four villains with Batman's assistance was duly noted.  By the end of the next week, diligent digging amongst his special contacts provided information that the second Catwoman was Robin in a very different costume.

After this, with his target now identified, more study showed that Catwoman was by no means the only female the junior member of the Dynamic Duo had portrayed recently.  The villain found it hard to believe that the stunningly gorgeous blonde at Bruce Wayne's side at the Fall Festival showing up in all the papers and magazines was the young hero.  It didn't take a genius in logic to put two and two together and conclude that his former employer was Batman, meaning that Robin had to be Dick Grayson.  Between this and the fact that he along with quite a large number of Gotham City's other villains were sick and tired of Catwoman's swing to the side of the angels, the decision was made by False Face to make some changes.

Not long after Thanksgiving, there came a day when Selina Kyle was walking along the streets in downtown Gotham window shopping and found herself being kidnapped, for want of a better word.  Not to be held for a ransom, but to be held for a total change of life.  Brought to the super villainess who'd hired them to take her out, thinking she was just narrowing down the ranks of her foes, the two thugs passed the knocked out Selina Kyle to Cheshire.  She gave them their ill-gotten wages and bade them to depart.  Relishing his latest female form, False Face stayed as Cheshire while placing a body suit, face mask and silver shaded waist length wig on Selina while she was unconscious.  Then she was propped up on False Face's machine and strapped tightly to it before being awakened.

When the captured Selina was brought to her senses, those of touch and sight were telling her that something very odd was going on.  Before she could utter a word, Cheshire flipped the switch, and after the machine was turned on what had been a body suit, mask and wig turned into her new just slightly shorter, much more top heavy, medium brown skinned body.  While still restrained, the new cocoa skinned black woman with really sexy, smooth and silky silver hair falling to her waist found a metallic band being placed over her head.  False Face had gone to Mad Hatter after finalizing the plans for his captive, and what the mind controlling villain gave him was now giving the woman who had been Selina Kyle and Catwoman a totally new identity.

The utterly beautiful, young new exotic dancer and passionately promiscuous slut named Keesha Brant, who was also known as the merciless dominatrix called Mistress Belladonna, had originally come from Gotham City's ghettos and was now living much more nicely in the condo False Face had set up for her.  The foxy chick was seen in strip bars, S&M clubs and on the downtown streets starting two weeks before Christmas, taking on a much more than basic wanton whore role.  Pimps were pushed aside as the commanding but compassionate madam who showed up got her girls to spread out and attract business over a much wider area of Gotham City.  In addition, the devilishly minded young woman had a working relationship with a super villain who'd introduced himself to her as False Face.

To replace her as a much more than just plain evil, but in reality ultra wicked and with a black soul based Catwoman, it might be assumed that False Face would do so in the downtown home now kept in a different name until Selina Kyle would again take up residence there.  But no, he knew of someone much younger who loved to get dressed up...

Dick Grayson was in for a lot more dressing up than he'd ever imagined!

* * * * *

Things were just a bit strange in Gotham City in early March of the following year.

For some time, Joker had not been seen.  It was almost as if he'd disappeared from the face of the Earth.  For a brief period, this meant things would be a bit more quiet.

Taking advantage of the situation, Batman packed up for a long quest, to search for both his arch-nemesis, Ras al Ghul, and his lost love, Ras al Ghul's daughter, Talia.  He left Gotham in the capable hands of his youthful comrade, Robin.

Robin had it easy for a brief time, and even managed to get some free time to spend with Batgirl since things were so slow.

When the next crime wave started, it bore all the trappings of one of Joker's affairs, but with a decidedly goofier bent.  It turned out that Harley Quinn was running Joker's gang in his absence, and was using her own feminine wiles to vex the law.  Without Mr. J's direct and decidedly mad influence, she was executing a much more sane crime spree, but with her fiendish humor thrown in for good measure.

Harley was not slow on the uptake; in fact, she was extremely bright and intelligent, possibly even more so than anyone had imagined in the past.  It just never showed whenever she was around her puddin', Mr. J.  She knew enough to scan the news reports for significant events, and took note of an exhibit being held in the Gotham Museum of Art.  The Kingdom of Bashir was loaning the United States an ancient gold idol which had been excavated earlier in the century and kept under close guard ever since.  The idol was on a city by city tour so that as many citizens as possible could see it, and it was now in Gotham City.  With the big Bat out of the way, grabbing it would be too simple.

Harley Quinn set up a diversionary robbery on the other side of town that would be sure to get the attention of Robin.  She took a few of her best men, and with the ease gained through working with Joker and the knowledge and experience gained in her other identity, made her way into the museum and purloined the idol.

The Museum of Art staff and the GCPD both tried to keep the theft hushed up when it was discovered the next day, in hopes of recovering the idol before it was too late.  They should have known better.  The public and press which arrived the next day in hopes of seeing the rare object were told that the hall was temporarily closed, and this did not go over very well.  It was soon discovered why the hall was secured, and the noon news had the story as its prime topic.

It did not take long at all for the word to get back to the Kingdom, and the US State Department was breathing down Police Commissioner James Gordon's neck later that afternoon.  Until the idol was found, the city of Gotham would be turned over and shaken, with Commissioner Gordon doing all the shaking, while sweating under the pressure.

Robin and Batgirl were working full time in tracking down clues to the theft, and were working individually to cover as much ground as possible, as quickly as possible.  Batgirl used her connection to the Police HQ, thanks to being the daughter of the Commissioner, to get as much as she could from their end in order to make sure they weren't close to being on her tracks before going off on her own without telling anything at all to the younger member of the Bat team.  She took advantage of being away from the junior Bat by going from her heroic costume and identity to her humorously wicked villainess costume and identity and get back to her work in finding a good buyer for the idol.

The junior member of the Dynamic Duo hit the streets directly, and started with the robbery that he had been tied up with alone since Batgirl couldn't be contacted while the grand theft occurred.  In his closer scrutiny, he discovered clues leading to Harley Quinn's influence.  Since he knew that Harley had not been at the scene the night before, Dick came to the conclusion that she may have been involved at the museum.

Robin had leads to the last three known hideouts of Joker and his gang, and decided to check on each for any signs of activity.  His luck was with him, for the very first one he checked had a constant stream of known Joker henchmen coming and going from a back entrance.  Where henchmen were, Harley Quinn could not be far.

Robin waited for a time that seemed to have the most number of henchmen out, then snuck into the building via a rooftop vent.  He had debated making a call to Batgirl, but figured he could handle the situation alone, and didn't want to lose the break that a wait for her arrival might entail.  He carefully made his way from room to room on each floor, but found no evidence of wrongdoers.

He finally found a rather large room that had been a sorting center, and Harley was alone in a seat in a corner.  She was in costume, which made Robin wonder if some more action was in the works.  Not wanting to lose a golden opportunity, he snuck up behind the villainess and tossed a Bat gas pellet at her feet.  She turned in surprise to see Robin, but just as a look of recognition came to her eyes, they rolled up and were covered by her eyelids as the gas took affect.

Robin picked up the light form of the red and black clad villainess, and took her back out via a side entrance after making sure none of the gang members were around.  He placed Harley onto the back of his motorcycle, and draped a blanket over her after putting a blindfold over her eyes in case she came to while in transit.  After he'd taken his own seat, he pulled Harley's hands up around his waist and tied them together to keep her from falling off.  He then took her to the Bat Cave.

Joker's assistant was placed in a secure room in the back of the cave, and locked in.  Robin waited for a few moments, then injected some stimulant gas into the room.  When she snapped awake, Harley immediately saw that she was in unfamiliar surroundings, and then recalled seeing Robin earlier.  It took her only seconds to correctly conclude where she was, just in a part she'd never before seen in her other identity.

Robin spent forty-five minutes trying to cajole Harley into telling him where the idol was.  Her first few answers at least confirmed in an offhand way that she had stolen it, but she was adamant about not giving him any information that was of any use in locating the waylaid idol.

The young hero then decided that if he could not get the information from Harley, he would have to try and get it from the gang members.  He had enough information to start with thanks to his questioning of the wicked villainess, and now she was going to be of even more use to him.  Robin injected more knockout gas into Harley's room, and she once again fell unconscious.

After the gas was evacuated, Robin went into the room and stripped Harley out of her costume.  He'd thought that the white of her face was makeup and the black over her eyes a domino sort of mask, but was stunned to see that it was actually a very well made latex mask, similar to the ones he'd had made the year before, only not covering her whole head; it was a part of the red and black cowl.  When the cowl was pulled up from the back of her neck, first her two long blonde ponytails came free, then the white mask and black around her eyes on front came off her face.  The young hero had never seen Harley's actual face up close, and noted how beautiful she actually was.  He thought it a shame that such a pretty face was always hidden under the white mask.

Harley was picked up while still knocked out and carried to the bed in the room where she was laid on her left side.  Dick tied her ankles together tightly, then her wrists behind her back.  Then he woke her up and rolled her over so her arms and wrists were under her back.  Before she could say anything he gagged to keep her from annoying Alfred.  She would be safe and sound there while Robin was at work.

Robin took the costume and went to the disguise section of the Bat Cave.  He took out the corset that he'd worn so many times since his prank on Batman back in October, along with his body briefer, the cache-sex, some tights, and his smaller pair of breast forms.  These were an almost perfect match for Harley's own.  The Robin costume was peeled off, and he then pushed his balls up and out of the way of his prick, which was folded back between his legs.  It was held in place by the cache-sex, and then the corset was laced on tightly.  Dick had plenty of experience in lacing the corset by himself by now, but as he did so, he even gave Batgirl another thought, since it would be a piece of cake for her to put on the costume.  She was too far away in both distance and time to be of help though, so the pleased teen continued getting dressed.

He pulled the briefer on over the cache-sex and corset, then drew the tights on over his legs to mat down the hair.  The lighter hair on his arms was not something he was worried about, and Robin then inserted the breast forms into the cups of the body briefer.  It had been a while since he'd felt that weight on his chest, but it wasn't a new sensation, and he was in a form he'd grown used to earlier.  Dick sat down at the dressing table and put some makeup on his eyes, since they'd be the only parts of his face visible through the mask, but then decided to go all the way just in case.  He did up his face to be a close replica of Harley's, though not quite as beautiful as she.  Once again, the young hero was now a female.

A long blonde wig was found in the cabinet, and she placed it over her head after first tucking her short black hair up under a wig cap.  She took the wig and worked it into a set of ponytails like Harley's, and marveled at the image she saw in the mirror.  If she didn't know that Harley Quinn was locked up in another part of the cave, she'd have sworn she was looking at her reflection.  While still at the table, she opened a drawer and pulled out a voice modifier.  She popped it into the back of her throat, then played with the new soprano tones until she had Harley's lilt down pat like she'd done for the joke on Batman.

Then came the fun part.  Back in October, she'd made a copy of Harley's costume that was pretty close to the original.  Now she had the original itself!  Robin picked up Harley's costume, and proceeded to put it over her transformed body.  With the zipper on back pulled up, the female trickster was once again on show.  The crossdresser thought she had it easy, since Harley had only four-inch heels on her boots, and she could even wear hers since they were the same size as the copies made for the joke.  With ease, she pulled these on over her feet.

She worked the ponytails into the lobes on the cowl, then pulled it down over her face.  Robin worked the eye holes over her eyes correctly, and pushed the nose down over her own.  Her lips filled the lush latex ones of the mask, and they became her own.  The last thing she did was to pull on Harley's gloves.  For all intents and purposes, Harley Quinn herself was now loose in the Bat Cave.

Robin figured it would be a bad idea to hop on the Redbird and leave as she was dressed, but knew she had to show up at the hideout like that.  A long overcoat was thrown over Harley's costume, and she debated as to how she could cover her distinctive head.  The only viable solution was to take off the mask and cowl once again, and now Robin was glad she'd done up her whole face.  A quite good looking blonde stepped onto the Redbird, and Robin's red helmet kept the world at large from seeing her face and blonde hair.

While she was enroute to the hideout, Robin made a call to the message machine that Batgirl would access regularly.  She didn't want to call her directly with the voice she now possessed, and so just told her that she might want to drop in on the office complex in another hour.  That would give Harley time to get her job done, before Batgirl would show up to shut things down.

Shortly after the new Harley left the original behind, the young woman in bondage took advantage of the fact that her arms and legs had been tied together instead of spread eagled to the bed's corners.  She rolled to her right side, then brought her lower legs up until the rope around her ankles was felt by her fingertips.  It took a few minutes to pull the rope around until the knot was accessible, and in seconds her nimble fingers had it undone.  With her legs free, she swung off the bed and looked around for anything sharp.  There were more than enough sharp edges close by, and the rope fell from her wrists.  She untied the gag from around her mouth and head, then collected it and all the rope so that nothing would be left laying around.

Another part of gorgeous blonde's mind was telling her to go to the disguise cabinet to look for something to wear.  That part of her knew just where to go, and upon opening the doors a large number of costumes for mostly guys but also a few females were found.  One in particular got her attention, and a few minutes later Harley Quinn had a long black wig over her blonde hair and a purple dress costume on her body...now she was Catwoman.  'I wonder what the chances are that this might be the very same costume Selina lent me two years ago for that party Renee wore it to?' she pondered.  The apparent Feline Felon squeezed her feet slowly and slightly painfully into the one size too small boots, then she grabbed one of the many overcoats from out of the closet to put over her purple dress and green cape.

That same other part of her mind knew to go directly to the garage, where Harley found one of the motorcycles with a helmet sitting on its seat.  It got put on over her cowl, compressing the cat ears up top and making the faux Catwoman look like no more than a typical bike rider.  She got underway by rolling the bike which appropriately shared her name until out the door so that the butler or anyone else upstairs in Wayne Manor wouldn't hear the engine when started.  Then she zoomed off.

The bike arrived at its destination a bit more than twenty minutes later and, as she was rolling the motorcycle into the shed beside the building, the still helmeted woman thought, 'Well, I'm certainly arriving in something other than my usual coveralls covering my red and black.  To think, I'm Catwoman in disguise now instead of Harley Quinn in disguise.'  She smiled when the Bat Bike was noted right next to the Harley she'd just parked.  She took off the helmet and set it back on the bike's seat, then climbed the stairs leading up to her change room.  She pulled off the overcoat, then Catwoman posed in front of the vertical mirror.

"Meowwwrrrrr..." she purred, then grinned while pulling the cowl up and off her head.  The entire costume and wig were removed and hung in her closet, then she said, "Prankstress is gone," to undo her present face and hair.  After the code words had been spoken, what was now seen to be a ponytailed blonde wig over a female face mask looking like Harley Quinn were both pulled off.  Barbara Gordon shook her shoulder length red hair to loosen it up, then thought, 'Well, I may have just lost one of my Harley Quinn costumes, but at least I've got this Catwoman costume now.  I'll have to get to the Fun Palace soon to get a replacement for that one Robin stole from me.  I guess it's time to let me be myself now.'  Out loud, the dual personality owning woman said, "Bats coming."

The redhead who now knew of herself as only being the heroine called Batgirl, but with a villainess in hiding knowing everything she did, found herself standing in front of her disguise closet facing the hung up Catwoman costume and wondered how it got there...and why she was out there.  'Another of those lapses in memory,' she noted, wondering if maybe she'd just been robbing someone as Catwoman.  Her ultra powerful memory was not helping at all, so she just let it go and went back into her home.  She noted the blinking light on her phone's answering machine, and after hearing the message from Robin who seemed to have a lighter than usual voice went right back out to quickly get into her Batgirl costume.  'Hmm...I apparently borrowed one of the Harleys from the Bat Cave besides getting and possibly doing something in that Catwoman costume...c'mon, memory, tell me something...' was thought while starting up her Bat Bike.

The now only Harley parked her motorcycle far enough away to avoid sighting, then pulled off the helmet and replaced it with her cowl and mask.  She looked into the rear view mirror to make sure she was straight, and started walking to the hideout.

The faux villainess went directly to the back door Robin had spied the hoods using earlier in the day, and stepped right in.  She was about to start her crafty line of questioning leading to the actual location of the idol, when one of the gang members yelled out to her, "Harley!  Where have you been?  You're not going to believe the good news!  Mr. J is back!"

What would have been very good news to the real Harley was the worst form of nightmare for the false one.

Joker himself stepped out, facing Harley with a look of lust in his eyes.  "I've missed you, darlin'!  Come give your puddin' a big kiss!"

Harley had no choice but to leap into Joker's arms and lay a big one on his grotesque lips.  The hug he gave her told the impersonator just how long it had been since he'd been in a woman's arms.  Then Joker took Harley by her shoulders and pushed her to arms length.  As one arm went down to the side of his chair, the insane villain said, "Harl, I got a present for you while I was gone to make up for not being here.  I hope you like 'em!"

Joker passed a box to Harley, who acted truly surprised without needing to play act.  Her eyes went wide when the lid came off the box.  Inside was a new set of one red and one black boot, and they had six-inch stiletto heels!  Now Dick was really glad that he'd had so much practice over the winter in wearing heels, but still, six inches?  Oh well, Harley would probably have been overjoyed to get them, so...

Harley bent over and pecked Joker on the cheek.  "Thanks a lot, Puddin'!  I just knew you'd be thinkin' about me while you were gone."

"Go ahead and put on your new boots, Harl.  I wanna see how much sexier they're gonna make you look!"  Joker's grin looked even more leery than usual.

Harley pulled off her easier to wear flat heeled boots and then zipped on their ultra high stiletto heeled replacements.  She didn't need a mirror to tell that they made her body look all the more enticing.  Just the feel of her feet in the extreme arches and ultra sexy boots was getting her more excited than needed in the current situation.  But it looked like the hero inside her form wasn't the only excited male.

"Come on into our bedroom, Harl, I've got stories to tell you that you wouldn't believe!"  Joker took an unwilling but acting well enough for an Oscar Harley into the side room.  The youngster's practice in heels had the villainess taking tiny steps that made her ass and hips wiggle like a street walker's, and Joker's gang wanted to wolf whistle, but knew better.  The door closed behind them.

The present Harley's luck was going from bad to worse.  First Joker himself reappears, then he gives her some killer heels to wear.  'What more can possibly go wrong with this plan?' she thought, and soon found out.

Joker wasn't in the mood to use energy and lay Harley, but his tool was aching for relief.  It was pretty obvious what Joker wanted, and Dick paled inside her mask.  She quickly got her color back, even dreading what she had to do, since she'd have to take off the mask again.  Harley started to take off her mask to suck him off, but Joker said, "Harl, what are you doing?  Leave your mask on!  You know that only my li'l Harley Quinn can suck on me!"

Harley did her best to make sure Joker's white monster didn't hit the voice modifier in the back of her throat, and for the first time in the disguised hero's life, gave a blowjob to a man.  Harl even swallowed every last drop, as she expected the real thing would do, licking him dry when he finished.

Before Joker could get any more amorous, Robin's luck finally seemed to make a turn.

Arriving a bit early, Batgirl came storming in the side door of the building.  She made quick work of the half dozen thugs she found, and was about to come across Joker himself when a dozen cops also came bounding in.  Since he was hardly in a correct state of preparation, Joker was easily overpowered, and was marched out of the building into a waiting squad car.

Harley had a very difficult time persuading Batgirl that she really was Robin, but the fastest way was for her to remove the voice modifier.  The large dose of cum which had coated it didn't seem to have affected it, and once Batgirl had been convinced, the apparent villainess put it back in her throat, to match the form she wore.  The odd team of Harley Quinn and Batgirl then did a thorough search of the hideout.  Harley was getting so used to her new boots that she left them on, not even considering a need to change.  One of the cops took a picture, without them knowing it.

The idol itself was not found, but a note stating its location was, much to another part of Batgirl's mind's chagrin.  The information was passed on to the fine representatives of the GCPD, so that a proper discovery could be made and credit taken by the proper authorities.

Robin's luck made its last good turn for the evening, when she found out that Batgirl wanted very much to take Harley back with her to her own bedroom.  She was going to find out the hard way that Batgirl liked girl on girl as much as they both seemed to like boy on girl.  Batgirl had a lot of fun making foreplay love to Harley Quinn, only a part of her realizing she was in bed with herself, and even got her to play some bondage games.  Needless to say, the new stiletto heeled boots were added to Robin's costume collection...as was the original outfit from the villainess she now had.

Harley herself was found to be gone when Robin got back to the Bat Cave, which totally puzzled the young hero.  He figured Joker's henchbabe must be a real escape artist to have gotten out of the roping he'd done.  It wouldn't be until a week later that the villainess was caught again, this time by Batman.  She got taken in and booked for her theft right away, and was welcomed back to Arkham for a hopefully longer stay than usual.  It didn't work out that way, though.

Whole new avenues for their future couplings were opened up, much to both Dick's and Barbara's delight.  Barbara had the rare delight of fantastic sexual couplings with another female for foreplay and a male for actual couplings.

* * * * *

The start of this portion is based upon artwork done by Tebra with Batman disguising himself as Poison Ivy and more art done by Mercy showing Robin as Poison Ivy with Harley Quinn.


During the first few months after the follow-up fun Robin had with Batgirl while he was still appearing to be Harley Quinn following their nabbing of Joker and his henchmen following the real Harley's theft of the idol, there were a number of times when the two got together for costume fun, usually in her bedroom.  It became a lot simpler after he got his driver's license and could use cars instead of just a bicycle or motorcycle.  Then toward the end of that time a new method of doing female disguises became available.  They'd actually been available early enough to have been a considerable help in his fun night of trying to fool Batman, but it was just in the beginning of July that Dick Grayson read about the Nu-Gen body suits.  It seemed like the special work done by the mask makers at WayneTech was being replicated or possibly even improved upon by Nu-Gen.  Everything he saw and read made these 'female skins' seem like a perfect way to pretend.

Before he had an opportunity to obtain one or more of these suits, Dick got perfect surprise confirmation of how good they looked.  As Robin he went down into the Bat Cave expecting it to be unoccupied after Bruce Wayne mentioned to Alfred and himself at lunch that he'd be going out for the afternoon.  But instead, he stumbled upon Bruce in the costumes and disguises section, not in a Batman costume but oddly in a Poison Ivy one that looked even more realistic than the one he himself had worn.  The female shape and form his mentor was in was perfect and, if the teen had come down just moments later, the female face and head with a red wig attached which Bruce was about to pull down over his own head would have hidden the last bit of him.  Dick watched as the mask was pulled over Bruce's head, smoothed out and its neck blended into the top of the body suit.  The wig seemed to stop looking like one and become real hair, and now Poison Ivy was standing in the Bat Cave.

"Gosh, Bruce - you really are a master of disguise!" Robin said excitedly.

"Bruce?  Who's Bruce?" he heard Ivy say in Pamela Isley's own voice.  She grinned at him, then said, "I told you both I was going out, so go back upstairs for a few more minutes while I leave so you won't see me going."

Robin didn't find out the reason Bruce played the role of Poison Ivy, but a week later on Saturday he found out just how good the Nu-Gen suit he'd seen on his mentor was.  Batman had left two days before with the Justice League on what he told Alfred and Dick was going to be in no way a quickly taken care of mission, and word got out that Harley Quinn had escaped from Arkham Asylum yet again.  It was reported that she went back to Joker's Fun Palace right away and was biding her time there.  'So what if Poison Ivy went to the Fun Palace to bring Harley back out?'

Compared to all the time it had taken to turn himself into Ivy before, this time it was a snap for Dick.  He found the Nu-Gen body suit as expected in the disguise closet, then took off his costume and all his underwear.  It felt very odd as the strange material that looked so much like real skin but to start seemed like some kind of thin latex was pulled on, and the big surprise came when the suit's crotch covered his own.  There was no need for a cache-sex, and the pubic slit of the suit seemed to open into a slit in his own crotch!

That feeling was compounded when the suit was pulled higher, imparting the same wasp waist it had for Bruce.  The suit's chest seemed like two heavy masses until his arms and hands went into those of the suit and then the zipper in back was pulled up.  The two masses up front felt like they were actually hanging from his chest.  Both of his now very feminine hands went up to the nipples on these breasts, and to Dick's shock, he could feel the stimulation this brought.  His right hand went back down to that slit in the suit's crotch and in went his index finger.  It didn't stop, it went in to feel warmth and came back out wet.

Dick looked around in the closet to locate the head which Bruce had put away separately.  The long red hair was what made it readily findable, and while looking at it in his hands a realization came that the face and head had to have been specifically made to look like Pamela's.  He wondered if the body suit itself was also special, and looked at the fingerprints he now had.  Could they actually be the same as Pam's?  Something to check out later, maybe.  He found the voice modifier Bruce had utilized next to the mask, and popped it into his mouth.  Then he pulled the mask down over his head.  Just as it had for Bruce earlier, the face and hair became his own...err, her own.  The only thing keeping Dick from being Pamela for real now was the almost unnoticeable thin line where the mask met the suit's neck so it could be removed and the man inside the now fully female body would come back into being.

She was now a nude Pamela, and Dick collected the costume parts Bruce had used.  It would be easier than the one she'd worn before since the green boots had flat heels instead of high stilettos.  She pulled on the light green pantyhose, then the leaf patterned mid green bodice and matching elbow length gloves and boots.  Now, just as Bruce had done, she was an almost perfect Poison Ivy.  She picked up a jacket to cover what could be seen of the top of the costume, then started toward the garage to get one of the cars.  She didn't want to ride any of the motorcycles with the obvious green boots and hose showing.  She stopped at a phone on the way after getting an idea for covering a just in case situation and called his girlfriend.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Barbara.  I know I sound like Pamela Isley, but this is really Dick."

"Prove to me that you're not really Ivy."

"Three and a half months ago you had some lesbian fun with me while I was disguised as Harley Quinn."

'Disguised as me, you mean!' she replied to herself, then to him said, "Okay, I believe you!  So why do you sound like Ivy?"

"I not only sound like her, I'm physically her twin right now," Dick told her.  "I'm going over to Joker's Fun Palace to see if, as her girlfriend, I can get Harley out of there.  Just in case anything goes wrong, would you do like you did before and check on me as Batgirl in, oh...say two hours from now?"

"No sooner than that?" Babs wondered.

"No, I want to have some time to get Harley's trust."

"Okay, Batgirl will be at Joker's Fun Palace two hours from right now."

"Thanks.  And if you find nobody there, I probably will have already gotten Harley out.  Be careful, just in case."

"Right.  Bye, and good luck, Pam."

"Hee hee...Bye, Babs."

After she heard Dick hang up, Barbara put a wicked grin on her face and said, "Bats away."  An even more conniving grin formed on the dual personality owning woman's lips, and she went back out to grab her two polar opposite costumes, one for a heroine and the other for a villainess, before zooming straight back to the Fun Palace.  Inside, she placed the Batgirl costume in a room just off the hallway, then went to the one right across from it with her other outfit and quickly pulled her mask and wig on before saying, "Prankstress is home."  The utterly evil villainess with the real face and blonde hair now who knew herself to be Harley Quinn got out of the blouse and slacks outfit and into her costume.  She was waiting for Poison Ivy to arrive, which she just knew would be a special event.

The drive was uneventful, and Dick parked the car where not many people would spot it, nor the super villainess who stepped out of it.  She quickly made her way to the hidden doorway Batman had found the last time they had to take down the Clown Prince of Crime, and went in.  It didn't take long to find Harley, who for whatever reason was fully dressed in her costume (a replacement, obviously, since the last one she'd worn was in Dick's costume collection).  Just as she got close enough, Ivy scraped her boot sole on the tiles to draw Harley's attention.

"Red!  When did you get here?"

"I just snuck in," Ivy replied.  "I just heard that you snuck out again, and thought you might be feeling a little lonely."

"I'll say!  This place is EMPTY and I was starting to go nuts.  Not even my pets are in here."  She stepped over to give her girlfriend a tight hug.  As she did, Harley noticed the barely there thin line going around Red's neck she expected to see after that phone call.  She backed away and held her friend by her shoulders while saying, "Hey, I've got something you've just got to see.  I came up with a new way to stop Batman and Robin the next time they try to screw up one of my robberies.  Hang on, I'll go get it and show you."

The almost completely hidden Dick watched Harley go over to a box along the wall.  She reached in, then stood back up holding what looked like a bunch of long, silver colored strips or straps.  "It's a new kind of strap," the villainess announced.  "All we have to do is touch one end to either of the Dynamic Dodos' legs, arms or whatever, and the strap automatically winds around tightly and forms a knot.  Like this!"  She placed a strap end against Dick's beautiful booted legs just above her ankles before the surprised visitor could do anything about it.  As it contracted while wrapping around and up her legs, the apparent Ivy lost her balance and fell.  She managed to stay on her knees instead of going flat on her face and chest.

While she was down and even less able to react, Harley took another strap and placed it against the apparent Poison Ivy's right thigh.  It quickly worked to draw her legs in even closer together.  Then finally a strap was placed on her right arm.  As it wrapped around tightly, Dick's arms were brought close in to her sides at first, then wrenched together at an excruciating angle behind her back.  The redheaded villainess now had her two knees and forehead resting on the floor.

Harley went around to her victim's front and lifted her shoulders so that she ended up in a kneeling position on her knees and booted toes.  'I've got to make it seem like I didn't know this would be Robin...let's see...'  With a maniacal grin she said, "Now, since I noticed a barely there mask line around your neck, let's see who you really are under that mask.  Who would be daring enough to dress up as my girlfriend and invade our Fun Palace?  Batgirl, I presume?  Or could you be Black Canary, maybe Huntress?  Even Catwoman, possibly?  Time to see."

Harley deftly placed her fingers under that line, then started to pull out and up.  The mask with what was now a wig again attached to it was tossed to the side as she exclaimed, "Robin!?!  Damn, first you disguised yourself as me, now you're pretending to be Red.  But how did you make yourself look perfect as a female?  I'll bet I know."  She placed one of her fingers down into the green covered crotch between Dick's tightly bound legs and felt for what she was betting would be a real pussy with no sign of a folded back penis.  Yes indeed, there was a definite female mound with a slit where it should be.  "I read a lot about these Nu-Gen body suits that can totally change a person.  I wonder if you read as much about them before putting this one on.  Did you know there's a warning not to wear a Nu-Gen suit with its mask for more than twelve hours continuously?  If left on and worn longer than that, the joint around the neck blends and it's no longer a body suit.  It becomes your real body."

"What?!" Dick exclaimed, still with Pamela's voice.

"I think I'll do an experiment to see if what I read is correct," Harley said as she picked up the mask and pulled it back down over Robin's head.  She carefully situated its eyes, ears, nose and mouth over Dick's, then smoothed out the neck to make its meeting with the body suit almost become invisible.  As the red wig once again became luxuriantly rich and full bodied real hair, the jokestress picked up another strap and placed it against her apparent girlfriend's lips.  As it wound around her head and tightened, it pushed Dick's once again female lips and mouth wide open to thoroughly gag her.  Then Harley placed another strap against the ones already around her thighs and arms, to wrap them all up tightly with the apparent Poison Ivy on her chest in a hogtied position.  "Now you're all dressed up with no place to go, since you seem to be tied up," she said with a giggle.  "If what I read is correct, you're going to be Red for real in twelve hours.  I'll be back every now and then to check on your progress, then do your unveiling in twelve hours."

With a wide grin on her face, Harley left to go elsewhere in the Fun Palace.

A bit more than an hour and a half later, Joker's henchbabe walked up close to the completely changed Robin to see if the time might be less than she'd read.  It was possible, because when she stooped to pull the red hair out of the way and look closely at her neck, the join line seemed to be much less evident than before.  "Well, it looks like you're going to become a true female twin of Red a lot sooner than half a day," she told the bound and gagged Ivy.  "I'm assuming more like just another three hours or so, at least to the point where your skin is complete with no mask to be pulled off anymore.  I'll come back soon to see if there's any more progress."

Harley went through a doorway, then went back into the room in which she'd changed and said, "Prankstress be gone," then took off everything.  The nude Barbara Gordon went to where she'd left the other costume and put it on.  Right after she said, "Bats coming," the heroine noticed where she was standing and thought, 'Memory lapse again...I must have driven out to the Fun Palace to check on Dick, but I can't remember any of that trip...'  She hastened to do what she'd come for.

The timing of Harley's check couldn't have been better, the tied up Ivy noted, as only a few moments after the villainess left she spotted Batgirl coming into the room from one of the other doors.  The Dark Knight Damsel approached who she found hard to believe could be Robin.  She tested the straps which looked ultra tight and seemed to be metallic in nature.  Well, if they were thin enough...  Babs extracted the universal cutter, which for all intents and purposes was just a small tin snips, from her utility belt and went for the gag first.  It was harder than expected, but one strand cut allowed the rest to be unwound.

As soon as her lips could move, Dick softly told Batgirl in no more than a whisper, "Make sure to keep your voice down so Harley won't hear us.  Be sure you don't let that or any of these other straps' ends touch any part of your body.  They're some kind of automatic bondage strap."

"Gotcha," Babs replied just as softly, "thanks for the warning."

"Before you go for any of the other straps," the apparent Poison Ivy said, "find what's left of the join line at the bottom of this over the head mask on my neck and see if you can pull it off.  Harley said that after just a bit more time in this suit, it won't be a mask anymore."

The now more urgent Dominoed Dale Doll set aside her snips and looked closely at what seemed to be Poison Ivy's neck after pushing a lot of hair out of the way.  "This doesn't seem like a wig, it has all the traits of real hair," she mentioned while doing her inspection.

"It's just as real as all the rest of this body," Dick replied.

"I can see what Harley means," Babs told her.  "I can barely make out a mask edge.  Maybe I can roll my fingertip over it..."  Utilizing the specially treated tips of her gloves' fingertips that gave good gripping power, she slowly but surely worked the edge up to get her fingers under it.  This brought on a feeling of the material taking on a much more flexible nature as the solidification abated.  As the neck started to stretch she pulled it up and off Dick's head, with the hair becoming like a wig as she did so.  Now at least there was a male face she recognized on Ivy's body.

"Phew!  I'm sure glad I asked you to come by and check on me," Robin whispered.  "Go ahead and put that mask back on me again so I'll look complete.  It'll be another few hours before it starts to get solid again."

"You've got to be kidding!" was said in a bit more than a whisper.

"No, go ahead," Dick assured her.  "It'll be safe.  Then you can cut all the rest of these straps off so we can get out of here before Harley returns."

Seconds later Dick was Poison Ivy again, and this time Batgirl asked, "What's the bit with this wig that turns into real hair?"

Ivy grinned.  "It's the same thing as the for real breasts on my chest, the tiny waist and great figure I've got, and the pussy in my crotch.  It's the magic of these Nu-Gen body suits.  With the exception of that barely noticeable join line around my neck, I'm just as real as woman as you right now.  Like Harley said, after wearing the suit for too long a period, the line disappears and it's then just a for real body and not a suit."

"I'll have to look those things up," Babs said as she started to get back into her snipping.  Her at the moment unknown other self knew all about them, of course.  It would remain for the heroine side of her to check about them later to find at least a part of what her villainess side knew quite well.

A couple of minutes later, Ivy was free of all the straps.  "Let's see if we can take one or more of these straps back with us to see how it works and possibly come up with some kind of countermeasures.  I'd love to follow you back to your place for some real lesbian fun since this suit has given me a real female body, but I think I'd better get back to the Bat Cave and get out of it."

"I don't think you'd be able to park and get in my back way without anybody seeing you as Poison Ivy," Batgirl said, "so I agree.  It would be fun making love to Poison Ivy, and maybe even playing an identity swap game by switching costumes, but go ahead and take a strap or two to the Bat Cave and then get out of that body suit."

On her way out, Dick said, "You've got some fun ideas for later on!  Maybe I could bring the body suit and costume with me later on.  I don't know if the costume swap bit would work though, since I don't know what size these boots are that I'm wearing."

"Stop for a sec and lift one of your feet," Babs said with a grin, "so I can see if there's a size imprint or sticker."  The sole of Ivy's left boot came up behind her, and in the small area between the grid and the thin block heel was the hoped for information, molded in the material.  "Those boots are a size 7 and mine are a size 7, so it'll definitely work!"

"Okay," Dick smiled, "I'll let you know later on.  You'd better go out first so if anybody sees us it won't look like Poison Ivy is trying to get away from Batgirl."

"Right!" the heroine replied.  "I'll see you later, Ivy!"  Batgirl was up and out of the building moments later, so Dick gave her a bit more time and then followed.  He had no way of knowing the Bat Bike that had preceded him had turned around and gone right back to the Fun Palace.

Harley Quinn was totally pissed off when she stooped to collect all her cut straps.  "I wish I hadn't cut them up so much to make it look so good.  Oh well, I'll just have to make some more...and make sure they'll work no matter what Batman and Robin come up with to counteract them.  I'll have to think of some other way to trap Dick in one of those Nu-Gen suits soon."

The day after Batgirl saved Robin's neck by getting 'her' out of Harley Quinn's clutches, the plotting young hero called his friend to see if the time was right for making the fun and games visit promised as they were departing Joker's Fun Palace.

The phone in Batgirl's mini Bat Cave was ringing as Harley Quinn came in from the ladder outside having just gotten back from her latest, Sunday morning fun bit of thievery and pillaging.  'Damn, I've got the wrong voice for answering the phone,' she thought, but figured for just a couple of words she might get by.  "Sure thing!" Harley told him, almost out of breath.  "Hold on a sec."  She set the phone down and pulled off her boots really quickly, then picked up the phone again with her black gloved left hand and covered the phone's speaker with her red gloved right hand and said, "Prankstress be gone," resulting in Barbara's body and voice coming back, covered in Harley's over the head female face mask and wig along with all the costume except her boots.  "Sorry, you called at just the right time.  I just got back in."  She concluded that in her mind with, 'After spending the last few hours ransacking the Hillcrest Jewels and Gems place of both their baubles and cash,' with a wicked grin on her face.  There was no way she could tell Dick about her also being Harley, so she continued, "The last time we could only do lesbian foreplay, but this time I'm really looking forward to doing the real thing with you...or should I say with Pam or one of your other female sides."

"Well, since you've mentioned more than just Pam, I'll stop at your place to pick you up, then instead of having our fun at your place, we can do it at the house in which I'm keeping all my costume stuff," Dick replied.

"How far is that place from mine?"

"About fifteen minutes," he told her.  "It's on the other side of downtown from where you are."

"Since we're both going to be in the car as our normal non-costumed selves...I presume...I'll put my Batgirl costume in a bag, along with some other things that might surprise you."  She glanced down at her red and black clad body and thought, 'Like what I'm wearing right now...I bet I could really play some wicked games with you as Harley, especially if you're bringing that Nu-Gen suit.'

"Sounds like even more fun!" Dick said.  "And yes, just you and me with costumes brought along.  I've already got a good selection at the house, and I'll be bringing a bag with Bruce's Nu-Gen suit and Ivy costume."

"You say that one you were wearing is actually Bruce's?"

"Uh huh, it was after discovering him wearing the Poison Ivy costume in the Bat Cave a week or so ago that I found out about them.  I never did find out why he got dolled up as Ivy that day, though."

"I think I know," Babs told him.  "If it was eight days ago, there was a strange report that day about Poison Ivy luring Two-Face into a trap set by one of my dad's SWAT teams.  I guess maybe Bruce didn't let you in on it, but he worked with my father knowing it was Batman playing a totally different role to help him."

"Thanks, I did find out about Two-Face getting grabbed," Dick said, "but not how it got done.  I'll just hope that Bruce tells me about it sooner or later.  It's a good thing he's on that mission with Supes and the others of the Justice League so that I can be using his Nu-Gen suit and the costume.  We'll just have to keep hoping no calls for our help come while we're having our fun."

"You don't have a hot line from my dad's office in that house of yours, do you?"

"Of course not!"

"So Batgirl and Robin just aren't available and will be unreachable if anything comes up," Babs said.

"That doesn't sound like the dedicated heroine that I know," Dick said, "but then, I'm just as guilty."

"You might not be aware of the admittedly few times Batgirl has been looked for in the past couple of years and a bit more often back around Christmas and the beginning of the year and I wasn't available."

"We'd only assumed you were otherwise engaged," Dick replied.  "The only thing that's kept me out every now and then has been school."

He couldn't see the blush on Barbara's face as she said, "No way am I going to tell you just why I wasn't around when Batgirl was needed."  While in her head she added in thought, 'Or the other reason, which I know about but can't say a word due to the instructions Joker gave me...'

Good thing SHE couldn't see the grin on his face after hearing that.  "Okay," he tried to say with a normal voice, "be ready for your pickup out in front of your place in twenty minutes."

"Packed and ready to go in twenty, gotcha.  Bye, Dick."

"Good bye, Babs."

'Hmmm, twenty minutes,' Babs thought.  As quick as she could do so, the costume got removed and hidden in her costume closet, then after taking off the blonde wig and the face mask which were also packed away, she said, "Bat's coming," and then it became Barbara thinking of the quick preperations and packing she'd have to do, with her villainess identity just along for the ride.  It was this rider who induced the redhead to include everything needed for becoming Harley Quinn again amongst all the costumes being packed for the upcoming fun with Dick.

He went down into the Bat Cave to get the body suit and Ivy costume, then Dick made his way to the garage.  He picked up the phone there and buzzed Alfred.  With Master Bruce gone, the grey haired man who truly ran Wayne Manor knew who had to be calling him.  "Yes, Master Dick?"

"I'm going to be out for a while with Barbara, and neither of us want to get any calls to help as our alter egos.  Can you cover for me, please?"

"I must say, with Master Bruce gone on that Justice League mission, you two are all Commissioner Gordon has to rely on.  But if you both really want to stay incognito, I'll make sure some other way or ways get found if trouble arises."

"Thanks, and I'll let you know when either just myself or both of us are free to help.  I'll see you later, probably around time for dinner."

"Have fun, young sir."

"I'm sure I will, thanks."

They both hung up at the same time, and Alfred made note of the vehicle departing the garage.

What neither Alfred nor Dick was aware of was that Bruce Wayne had purposefully left the Nu-Gen suit and Poison Ivy costume for Robin to try on for himself.  That Justice League mission did have the Dark Knight gone, but it wasn't Batman who was helping Superman, Zatanna, Green Lantern and Wonder Woman, the only other League members available for the crisis that came up.  An additional heroine had been needed other than the Amazon and the magician, so Bruce had gotten another Nu-Gen suit and 'borrowed' a costume from Dinah Lance's room at the Watchtower.  So on the mission were Superman and Green Lantern on the male side, and Wonder Woman, Zee and Black Canary on the distaff side.

Only Superman and Zatanna knew that the real Dinah Lance was laid up at home with a really bad case of the flu.  Bruce's Ivy costume hadn't done anything to give either himself or Dick the poison powers of the villainess, but Black Canary was known for much more than just her great skills in hand to hand combat.  So before the four left, Zatanna did a spell to give her substitute a just as powerful Canary Cry.  At just the moment that Robin was leaving, Black Canary was doing her thing!  Then shortly after that, it started to look like the ideal League member to have on hand would be Vixen and her Tantu Totem which provided her with fantastic animal powers.  But Black Canary couldn't just disappear and Vixen show up, so Green Lantern and WW got brought in on the gambit.  Another spell by Zatanna altered the body suit Bruce was wearing to match the beautiful black model named Mari Jiwi Macabe, with Vixen's costume and totem over it.  The rest of that adventure is yet another story to be told...

So early that Sunday afternoon when Dick Grayson pulled up in front of the building in which Barbara Gordon lived and Batgirl was based, along now with Query, he found there was no reason to park and go up to knock on her door.  The gorgeous redhead was just behind the main entry door, and went out and down the steps when she saw her friend arriving.  He did get out to greet her and open the back door so she could add the suit bag and two suitcases in her hands to the bag he already had there, then open the front passenger side door for her.  "I've got Alfred making sure we don't get called upon, so let's go!" he said as that door was closed for her.

"You didn't tell him what we were up to, did you?" Barbara asked as Dick slid in behind the wheel.

"Nope!  Just that we didn't want to be disturbed," he told her.

"In that case," she smiled, "like you said...LET'S GO!"

During the ride to Dick's own fun palace, talk between the two did get to the point where half of the reasons for Batgirl not being available actually got volunteered by the redhead.  "Not even my dad was aware of what we were doing.  Only a week or so before Christmas, Sgt. Olsen was just told to do whatever she could to get some of the hookers off the streets, since they were expanding so much past their traditional red light district.  I found out about her assignment from my dad, and met with her on the sly soon afterward.  So it wasn't just a few of her female cops who were playing the roles of cheap, street walking wanton whores, but yours truly was also there.  I'll surprise you and let you meet the promiscuous prostitute named Crystal Defoe at some point during our costuming fun."

Needless to say, this got Dick very interested!  "Let me know after whatever costume match up we're in when you plan to surprise me by turning into Crystal.  If she was a street whore, I can show you a way I dressed up to go out once with Bruce as his date and could almost be seen as a high priced call girl the night before Halloween."

"This I can't wait to see in person!" Babs said.  "I saw all those pictures in the press after you told me that weekend, but they were just small images."  The rest of the trip took only a few more minutes, and just before arriving at the freshly mowed domicile, the evil part of Barbara's mind was thinking of ways to tease the young hero.  She mentioned, "It's really something the way Harley Quinn makes her way out of Arkham so easily every time she gets put back in."

"Yes, that bothers me just as much," Dick replied as he was starting to park the car.  "That's the puzzle of this harlequin."

Without knowing it, Robin had just uttered the word which Joker used to open up or freeze the mind of his enslaved henchwoman.  Babs found herself unable to say a word.  He glanced at her motionless form, and wondered what was going on.  As a test, he placed his right hand on her left and said, "Babs, did you hear me?  I said that bothers me just as much, and it's the puzzle of this harlequin."

His second saying of the word opened up Barbara's mind completely!  She was easily able to finally say, "Dick!  The other reason I wanted so much to tell you about for why Batgirl wasn't around sometimes just got freed by you saying Joker's cue word twice.  The first time you said the word that sounds like Harley's name, it froze me up.  The second time freed me to think and speak freely, aware of everything there is to know for both of my identities and personalities.  Have you ever noticed that Batgirl isn't around whenever Joker and his evil assistant Harley Quinn are committing crimes?  Or just Harley herself even without Joker, like only a few minutes before you called me?  Or in case you're wondering about yesterday, right after you called to tell me about going over to the Fun Palace to try and get Harley out, I had to zoom over there on my bike with both of my costumes.  I was playing games with you until it came time to switch identities and costumes and then save you.  You're sitting next to Harley Quinn!"

Luckily, the car where it was being brought to a halt immediately was very near to where it would have ended up anyway.  Both of them did strain a bit against their seat belts as Dick slapped the shifter into park right after he stomped on the brake pedal while screaming, "WHAT?!"

"Two years ago, I had rescued Renee Montoya who had been trapped by Joker and transformed into Harley Quinn by using a tiny will nullifying and mind warping device he'd gotten from Lex Luthor.  He was completely pissed off about Harley taking up with Ivy instead of him, and decided to make a replacement for her who'd care just for him.  I got Harley away after she'd sucked him off, and accidentally discovered the key code word sort of like you did which turned her back into Renee.  Anyway, we both went to her place and had a fun night together after finding that tiny device lodged behind her left ear.  Thanks to the code words and its removal, she lost any connection to the Harley identity just given."

"I never heard anything about that," Dick said.

"With good reason," Babs replied.  "We didn't want anyone to know about Renee's trouble that night.  Then three weeks afterward, I'd intended to play a costume joke on Halloween by borrowing one of Selina's costumes, but we decided instead to go together to the lez bar and the special party I was going to play my joke at.  Since she had Selina's black hair and was closer to her height, I let Renee be Catwoman, and I put on that Harley costume she'd been put into.  Luckily, we shared the same shoe size so she could wear the knee high black boots with six-inch heels I'd gotten to be Catwoman.  I already had a number of pairs of black boots, but I had wanted to look even sexier in those skyscraper heels.  Now it was Renee who did!  But the only way I could fit into the Harley costume's boots was to do just like Renee had and put the face mask on over my head, along with the blonde wig, then utter the code words that would make them real and my body and feet become the same as the original Harley.  We knew, or at least thought it was safe to do that, since the other words weren't going to be said by me or heard, nor had that little device been attached to me."

She saw the fascinated look on her friend's face, and so continued her tale.  "The night at the bar was too good to be true, and we weren't the only ones in outrageous costumes!  But then when we left there to go to that party, it wasn't me pulling a joke, but getting the joke pulled on me.  With everybody there in hero, heroine, villain and villainess costumes, it was unlikely that anyone knew Joker was there as himself.  He'd busted out of Arkham just the day before.  One look at me was all it took.  I wasn't being careful, and the maniac snuck up behind me and pricked my neck with a pin coated in a knockout drug.  No one gave a thought to the way the Clown Prince of Crime cradled his henchwoman who apparently had too much liquor in his arms and exited the party.  I never heard anybody saying anything about Renee having seen Joker leaving with me, nor even looking for me before leaving that night.  I did eventually get the costume back from her a bit later, and gave it right back to Selina...with her boots, not mine."

"Montoya should have known to look for you!" Dick exclaimed.

"True, but I can see why she might have figured I'd wandered off to play my joke, but she didn't say a thing about that when I got the Catwoman costume back from her."

"It seems to me Montoya would have figured out that with you not in sight, the joke's off," Dick replied.

"Oh, WOW!" Barbara exclaimed.  "This time you really hit the jackpot with special words you unknowingly said.  Thanks a bunch!"

"Huh?  What do you mean?" Dick asked.

"When you freed my mind to be able to easily talk about myself being Harley Quinn, that's all it was, being able to speak about what until moments ago was still my villainess identity that I'd continue to be compelled to return to again and again.  What Joker had said the night he changed me to make me want to be Harley was 'The Joke's On' and by saying the opposite, you turned off his hold and freed me completely from Harley."

"I'm really glad, and that costume you gave back to Selina?" he said.  "She gave it to Bruce to add to our costume collection a while back since she had no plans to ever wear it again."

"So that explains it!" Babs smiled.  "When I escaped from your bondage in the Bat Cave a few months ago when you impersonated me...as Harley, that is...I got out and back to my place by going to the costume collection and finding that Catwoman costume to put on.  Gee, now I guess I should have given Selina my sexier boots so they would have been included when she gave it to Bruce.  I had to wince all the way home in Selina's boots which were a bit small for Harley's feet.  I threw an overcoat over the costume to ride home on one of your Harleys."

"That explains the missing bike that we couldn't exactly put in a stolen vehicle report or claim.  Good thing a bike is just peanuts for Bruce!"

"Anyway, back to my story," Babs said.  "I woke up a short while later inside the Fun Palace on one of Joker's couches.  Instead of relying on Lex Luthor this time, the Clown Prince was using a little toy I'm guessing he got from Mad Hatter.  The choker I found around my throat was feeding something similar to what Renee had gotten into my brain.  While I was out, Joker had not just unmasked Harley but after seeing the real face and hair said the words to make them be a mask and wig, then pulled them off.  He not only saw that I was Barbara Gordon, but also the grimace on my face as my feet grew inside the now too small boots I was wearing.  You don't have to be conscious to feel and show pain!  Right away he put the mask and wig back on and uttered the key words again to turn my body completely into Harley Quinn's again.  When I woke up, I knew that I was Harley.  But that special programming also kept my original identity in place to both help Harley in her evil doing and also go back and forth from Harley to Barbara as needed by saying the code words."

"But if he made you be Harley, why haven't we seen anything of the original anywhere?" Dick asked.  "Also, though you were still assisting Joker in his crimes, didn't he go ballistic again when you took up with Ivy just like the original did?"

"When he saw what a good job I was doing as Harley, Joker arranged to have my predecessor kidnapped and sent away.  The last I heard, she was in Metropolis working as a secretary named Jacqueline Stuart, a big drop from her original position as a psychiatrist."  She grinned.  "I just plain told puddin' that Red was a lot more fun to be with in bed, and after a loud batch of curses he resolved to let me play with Ivy all I wanted as long as I still did all the crimes and other evil work with him."

Dick shook his head.  "Wow...presuming we can get the identity of Harley out of your head, or at least buried so she can't take over you again, we might also have to get in touch with some of the folks in Metropolis to locate Jacqueline and get her back to at least being Harleen Quinzel, and hopefully not Harley Quinn."

"Exactly what I was thinking.  So anyway, now that I can freely talk about my dual life, let's get to having our fun and games," Babs said.  "Another part of the programming is that wherever I go, I have to bring along everything I need to become Harley in case Joker calls.  I hate to admit it, but on my own I've been turning into Harley regularly lately, as you've noticed.  Escaping from Arkham has been too simple, since no one yet has questioned Barbara Gordon exiting after any occasion I was out of my cell.  So that means I bring it all with me to the library every day and then take it home, and also place it all in the bin on the back of my Bat Bike.  As you're going to see once we're inside, I of course brought it all with me along with everything else today.  Until you just got me out of also being Harley, I'd been plotting some way to trap you inside a Nu-Gen suit again to turn you into a female for sure.  So you're going to see that you're not the only one who's been wearing over the head masks."

"I presume your over the head mask is much better than the one I had made to be Harley that night," Dick mentioned.

"Right," she answered.  "So let's get everything inside so we can do some dress up stuff and screw around in more ways than one."

He grinned at that, and said, "Need any help with your bags?"

"No, I've got mine taken care of.  You just grab yours."

"I didn't have to bring very much, since so much is stored inside the house.  Time for the fun to start!"  Dick got out and went to open Barbara's door for her, then opened up the back door for their bags.  "This was a rather sudden stop, but I think the car's close enough to the curb that I won't have to repark it."

"Pretty good job for what felt like an emergency stop!" she replied.

Once they were inside and had their bags placed in the two upper floor bedrooms they'd be using, Dick took Babs down to the basement to show her the rack still in place where Batman had been tied up during the night of costume fun.  "As Poison Ivy, I'd told him that Harley and I had Batgirl as our prisoner upstairs with plans to alter her face so that she could be turned into a totally new woman who'd become a new assistant for Joker."

"That was a nifty idea you came up with for turning me into a new henchwoman for Joker.  Can you just imagine, I would then be both Harley and whoever his new assistant would be.  I want to see you as me the way you got that night started," she told him.  "From what you told me, I must have just missed seeing myself at the police station that night."

"Okay," Dick smiled, "I'll do that first, but I'll have to see if the ones for that costume and all the other boots I have here which are in my own shoe size will fit those size 7 feet I get when wearing the Nu-Gen body suit.  I might have to do some of the costume stuff the original way."

"That might make it even more fun," Babs said.  "But definitely be in that body suit for our lesbian sex."

"Right!  So let's go up to our rooms and surprise me by whatever you decide to wear first.  As each us finishes a costume, let's go into that third bedroom for the meetings."

They went up the two sets of stairs together, then with smiles on both of their faces split up when they reached the bedrooms.

At first, Dick was thinking of putting on the Nu-Gen body suit to make the boot size test, but then he thought of a faster way.  Boots for Poison Ivy were on hand from both his own costume and the one for the suit wearer.  He reached into the box holding his original ones and pulled out the left boot.  Then he opened up the bag holding the costume just brought and grabbed the right boot from that one.  He placed the soles together with the stiletto heel of the original against the flat heel of the newer one and saw that there was no easy way to make the comparison.  'Well, I don't have to put on the whole body suit...' he thought.

He pulled out the body suit, and since Dick would be stripping down to bare skin one or way or the other, he became nude.  Then he placed his left foot and leg into that of the body suit, wiggled his now feminine toes, then picked up the high heel version of Pam's boots and unzipped it.  When he slipped his foot into it, he had great difficulty getting it all the way in.  It fit sort of, but was really tight.  As he was to find out later when talking to Babs during their costume marathon, his male feet were fitting into female size 8 boots.  His girlfriend told him that as a crossdresser he was especially blessed in having only size 6 male feet.  Most crossdressers had to get much bigger female sizes than average to fit their much bigger feet.

"Hey, Babs," he said rather loudly.

"Yes?"

"Looks like it'll take me a bit longer, at least to get started.  My feet seem to be a size or so bigger than the suit's 7.  I'm going to get dressed the same way I did for Bruce that night to start off, so this will be the last time you hear me with this voice for a while."

"I figured that might be the case," she answered.  "Odds are, you'll find me waiting for you in that other bedroom.  I presume there isn't anything in there like magazines with which to kill the time, so I hope you don't take too long."

"I'm used to getting dressed the slower way, so it shouldn't be too long a wait.  And you're correct, there's just a bed, night stand and set of empty dresser drawers in there.  See you in a bit, then."

In contrast to the first time he'd dressed as Batgirl, Dick felt it safer and easier to first fill his mind with thoughts of schoolwork to soften his prick which had been hard almost from the moment of picking up Babs.  As soon as it became flaccid, he took one hand to push it back up under his crotch while his other pushed his balls into the empty space up above.  With the now free balls hand he reached for the cache-sex and pulled it on to very effectively hide his male equipment under the fake female bush.

The waist trimming panties came next, pulled on over his now feminine appearing crotch, then he pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose.  As before he stuffed the feminine shaped foam padding into the area behind his tush and to the sides of his hips.  The waist cincher again proved tricky, but from experience he knew to suck in while securing its hooks.  Next he applied adhesive to his DD breast forms and put them into place, not bothering with blending them into his chest this time.  The long line strapless bra got put on over them, and his corset immediately followed.  With it laced tight, there wasn't any question about sucking in; the wasp waist it provided had the young man feeling very constricted and taking much shallower breaths.

He wasn't as worried about the bending while in the corset this time since experience from the night with Bruce onward had shown Dick he could do so, just not as easily.  He quickly pulled on the shiny black lower leggings portion of his Batgirl costume, then pulled up the top with his arms entering its sleeves.  After centering the golden bat over his twin projecting globes of silicone and zipping the top closed up to his neck, he put on the golden yellow utility belt.  The belt was much better now that each container of it held the same items as the original.  The golden yellow boots got slipped on and zipped tight, then the alternately hued cape was clipped to his shoulders.

Almost but not quite yet Batgirl, Dick stepped into the room's adjoining half bath to wash his hands.  Then it was back out to put the voice modifier into his mouth, followed by the Barbara Gordon face mask over his head.  He tucked its neck into the top of the costume, then put on the Batgirl red wig.  The mask and cowl got pulled down over that, again blending into the costume top.  Finally it was time to pull on the golden yellow elbow length gloves, and with their little bat wings along the bottoms and bat scalloping at each end centered, Batgirl was ready.  She checked herself out by posing in the vertical mirror.

Batgirl left her bedroom and walked down the hallway to the third bedroom.  Its door was closed, so the faux heroine made a fist and tapped on it.  She heard a furtive and softly uttered, "Oh, NO!  Somebody's here!"

Batgirl smiled, then opened the door and walked in.  There was no sign of the supposedly surprised speaker, so she strode over to look inside the open half bath.  No one was found there, meaning the only hiding place left was inside the big walk-in closet.  A few quick steps took her to the shut tight door, and before opening it she pulled a batarang from her utility belt and held it ready in her right hand.  Her left hand grasped the handle and twisted it, then flung the door wide open.

"I hope you're ready for the catfight you're sure to lose, Batgirl!  You're never going to take me in..." hissed the apparent red haired villainess in a sleeveless, cherry red leotard with a high neck and wide open, French cut leg openings.  Her legs had tightly weaved red fishnet tights over shiny suntan pantyhose, with cherry red knee high boots having six-inch stiletto heels on her feet.  Matching opera length gloves sporting claws Catwoman would be sure to approve of covered her hands and arms, and a wide, sweeping, high pointed domino mask of the same hue hid her upper face.  Makeup on what could be seen of the exposed portions of her face increased the evil visage of the hellcat.

The two faced each other for a moment, then Barbara broke down and put an incongruous grin on her wicked looking face.  "You picked up on what I said really well," she said, "with the way you had that batarang ready to fling as you opened the closet.  How do you like my Crimson Vixen costume?"

"Quite a bit," Batgirl said in a voice surprisingly similar to Vixen's, "so why don't you step out into the room and let me see it even better."  The supposed villainess strutted out appropriately, stopped at mid-floor and did a few bad girl poses at varying angles, then stopped to face her 'opponent'.  "I'd have a tough time trying to subdue a villainess looking as good as you do!" the faux heroine stated.

"Thanks a lot!" Babs said while going to sit down on the side of the bed.  "You know, your feet are close to the same size as mine.  But there's a lot more to do costume wise, so I doubt we could actually do this.  The fact that we share not only the same face and hair and even closely similar voices means it'd be neat for me to subdue you after our catfight.  Then with the vial of knock out spray in your utility belt I'd put you to sleep.  When you get awakened a bit later, you'd see me as Batgirl standing there looking at you, and a pair of scarlet hued bulges visible on your chest.  'Yes!' I'd say, 'Now I am Batgirl and you are Crimson Vixen.  After I use the Bat hypno wheel, you'll know that's who you truly are.'  Then of course I'd be taking you in to account for your crimes and evil doing."

"That's a great scenario," Dick said as Batgirl.  "It's too bad we have so much more to do which would keep us from being able to do that.  Now I'm really looking forward to seeing some of the other costumes you've brought along."

Crimson Vixen came to her feet thinking, 'I'm glad Dick didn't ask me anything about this costume.  I'm betting he figured I'd just plain put it together over time, but this is one I just got from Keesha two weeks ago.'  Then she told her, "Tell you what, wait here as Batgirl for a few minutes while I change into one of those other ones."

Batgirl sat close to where Vixen had been, then with a smile said, "Just don't take as long as I did to get changed."

"Believe it or not," Babs said at the door, "you didn't take all that long.  I was only waiting in here for about three or four minutes."  A sharply clawed red hand waved, then the door closed.

Since she hadn't before done so, Batgirl decided to kill some of the wait time by standing and giving each and every compartment of her utility belt a thorough inspection.  Babs had filled it for Dick as soon as he'd mentioned having a copy of her costume, but with everything else going on he'd not yet had the opportunity to check it out.  The obvious familiarity she had with Robin's utility belt helped.  It turned out that many of the items and tools were identical, just placed differently, a few such as the batarang which got put away at this time had a bit of a feminine touch, and some such as the Bat Compact were strictly feminine in nature.  One tool in particular, the Bat hypno wheel, didn't look the same as those used by the Dynamic Duo.

While she was placing the unknown to her much more powerful mesmerizer back in its compartment, a surprise came to Batgirl as she heard the door knob turning.  'Either I got really absorbed by what I was doing,' she thought, 'or Babs is a quick change artist!'  The opening door blocked her view.

Stretching out just past the door's edge was a sharply clawed ungloved hand which grasped the knob to shut the door.  Out of the way, it revealed Catwoman.  Not the most recently seen grey catsuited Feline Felon who was more of a fearless feline heroine, but the one from a couple of years before in the long sleeved, knee length purple dress with its front having a deep V exposing a lot of cleavage and slit up both sides all the way to her waist.  A black belt surrounded her waist with a golden oval buckle over her belly and a clasp over her right hip held the coiled, twelve-foot long bullwhip.  High heeled, black knee high boots projected down from the hem, a catty purple mask and cowl hid her upper head, and a green cape clipped around her throat by another gold oval, falling to just above the hem of the dress, had her long black hair streaming down over it.

"Meowwwwrrrrrr!" she said in greeting.

"You've got the purrrrrrr down just about right," Batgirl said in a more like Selina Kyle voice she got after shifting the voice modifier in her throat.  "I just got fully familiarized with what's in this utility belt after putting on your costume while you got into mine, so now it's time for this kitty to be Batgirl."  She moved the modifier around again, then in Barbara's voice added, "All I need is a better voice modifier now, and nobody will have any idea that Selina Kyle is Batgirl.  Not even you in a few moments!  You thought I had asked you to put on the Catwoman costume just to see how you'd look in it?  Not at all!  I'm going to use your very own hypno wheel on you so that you'll know who you really are!"

Catwoman faced Batgirl with her non-gloved fists on her hips, her right one just over the coiled cat-o'-nine-tails whip, and said, "Damn!  Did you just come up with that off the top of your head after seeing me?!"

"Inspired by my muse, yes!" Batgirl replied.  "You sure did a great job putting together that costume!"

"Thanks for the compliment," Catwoman said in Barbara's voice.  "But except for the boots in my size, I had nothing to do with putting this costume together.  That Catwoman costume I told you I stole from the Bat Cave's costume collection so I could escape after I got out of your bondage?  This is it, but not with the black wig I took to go along with it.  I've attached a black fall to the cowl to make changing be easier.  I'm also wearing the higher heeled boots to go with it that I got for myself but Renee wore at that costume party, though."

Batgirl grinned.  "I won't tell Bruce if you won't, presuming you'd like to still keep that one with all your other costumes."

"Thanks a lot!" the faux feline felon said.  "Also, it's fun the way you were acting more like Selina did back when she was evil.  Hey, speaking of back when, have either you or Bruce seen Selina lately, either as herself or as Catwoman?  I haven't seen or heard from her for more than seven months."

"Y'know, I hadn't given that much thought," Batgirl told her.  "Maybe Bruce has...more likely I'm sure he has, but he hasn't mentioned anything to me concerning Selina.  I'll have to ask him when he gets back from God knows where on that Justice League mission.  The last time I saw her was that night I told you about where we both went as Catwoman to save Bruce and the others at the Museum back in the beginning of November."  She thought for a moment, then said, "Now, using your idea from just before, let's do take just a few extra minutes for some costume fun.  Catwoman captures Batgirl and strips her, then ties her to the chair, but not quite as tightly as she should have.  The Feline Felon then gets out of her own costume and turns herself into Batgirl...just go along with the fact that I have a changed male body instead of one identical to yours."

"My feet would be kinda loose in your Batgirl boots, too bad I can't just go back and get my own," Catwoman replied.  "Also, I'm presuming you're just wearing a long red wig, so the change wouldn't work quite as good.  Give me a minute or two, I'll go get my own cowl you can put over your red wig, along with my own boots for better comfort."

"Sounds great, I'll be waiting for you again," Dick as Batgirl said.

She didn't have long to wait, for Catwoman came back moments later with the yellow boots and blue and black cowl with red fall attached.  What she couldn't see was that Babs had also quickly placed a black wig over her head before putting Catwoman's cowl and fall over it.  "You know, that's one thing about your costume I hadn't noticed before," Dick said.  "I always thought it was your own red hair streaming out the back side of your cowl."

"I changed a while back," Babs as Catwoman said.  "My own hair is just slightly darker, more like Poison Ivy's, and shorter.  Helps with keeping up my disguise so Batgirl and Barbara Gordon don't look too identical."

The fake Batgirl grinned.  "I guess since I knew you are Batgirl, I never considered your true hair was different."  She pulled off her own cowl, exposing long red hair the same shade as that on the real cowl's fall.  The real one was handed to her, and as it was put into place the boots were set next to the dressing table by the fake Catwoman.

Catwoman turned suddenly and grabbed Batgirl's arms was they were coming down from putting on the cowl.  She wrapped the long bullwhip around her arms and upper torso, then yanked the cowl off her head.  "Catwoman, what are you doing?" the imitation Dominoed Dare Doll asked, seemingly stunned.

"Isn't it obvious?" the Feline Felon hissed.  "I'm going to see what the famed Bat Bitch looks like in the nude."  The golden gloves were pulled off and set over the cowl, the cape was unclipped and placed next to them, the utility belt was removed and put over the cape, then one boot at a time got unzipped and pulled off.  The zipper of the bat suit was pulled down as far as the wound whip, eased under it, then all the rest of way down to her waist.  The whip was unwound, and Batgirl felt her left arm being held tightly as the costume was pulled down off her right.  Then her right arm got clutched as her left one got bared.  Her hands got held together behind her back as the shiny black spandex got pulled down off her legs one by one.

The bat suit was set on top of the stack, then Batgirl found herself being shoved down onto the seat.  Golden yellow bat line was removed from the red weapons bag and wrapped around the heroine's wrists, then further around her wrists and waist.  The villainess didn't think to secure the redhead to the chair itself, though.  All she did to finish was gag Batgirl by wrapping a white strip of cloth, also from the bag, around her head and tying it tightly under her long red hair.

As the redhead watched, the Feline Felon nodded at seeing her exposed.  Then she gave a wicked grin and proceeded to strip out her own costume.  The tied up Dick was interested to see not Barbara's red hair but Selina's black hair after the cowl was removed.  'Glad she thought of that,' the conspirer thought.  Then the apparent Selina grabbed the black bat suit and slid her body into it, followed by each other part of the Batgirl costume but with her own yellow boots.  She finished by holding the cowl with its red fall over her head and looking down at the tied Batgirl while saying, "Let's see what kind of trouble I can get into with this outfit!"

After the cowl was in place on the now apparent Batgirl, she turned away from her captive as if to get going on her heroine goes bad crime spree.  The tied up redhead sprang to her feet, arms wiggling to loosen the rope around them.  Standing, they weren't as tight as seated.  Seconds later the coil of rope fell down over her hips to rest around her feet, and the gag was removed.  The redhead sprang at the new Batgirl and wrenched both her arms behind her back.  The cowl was pulled off her head to reveal the black haired villainess for who she was, then the roped situation was reversed.  This captive didn't find her bindings to be as loose, however.

She was surprised that the redhead's own costume hadn't been pulled off her body before being tied up.  A shock came as instead, the apparent Barbara Gordon got started at putting the Catwoman costume on.  The boots with their super high heels were a bit tight on her feet being a size smaller, but being boots that was easier to handle than if they'd been shoes.  Looking down upon the tied up Batgirl with the cowl and its fall over her head, she said, "Turnabout is fair play."  With the cowl in place, she finished by saying, "Meowwwwrrrrrr!  I am Catwoman!"

The tied up apparent Batgirl hadn't been gagged, and smiled broadly while saying, "What a great change of roles and identities scene you just did!"

"With your great help, I must confess," the apparent Catwoman replied.  "I guess I can untie you now so I can get my Batgirl costume back, and I'll let you become Catwoman again.  Then it'll be my turn to ask you to stay in here in costume while I make my own next change," Dick told her.  "Just remember to let me know when you plan on showing me your cheap whore identity."

"I'll be waiting, and don't worry, I'll let you know," Babs said with a grin as she got untied.  The costume so similar to her own was taken off quickly while what she had been wearing was removed again from Dick's body.

"Okay, I'll be back in a few," the nude Batgirl said as she went out the door.

Babs once again got into her Catwoman costume, then walked into the half bath to look at herself in the mirror after her friend departed.  'I wonder what Gotham would say if an appearance was made by a retro Catwoman...'

While Babs was admiring herself as Catwoman, Dick put away the Batgirl costume in his room.  All the basic foundation garments were left on, as was the Babs mask he was wearing.  Over the mask he placed a wavy, mid back length black wig.  There was a black leotard that could be used which had a deep V in front to show off cleavage, but without his breast forms being blended in that wouldn't look quite right.  So instead he selected the high, rounded neck one.  Over the nude pantyhose he pulled on black fishnet tights, then the leotard was pulled on up and over them with a lot of his shapely hips showing thanks to the large leg openings.  It was more than a bit of a stretch to get it up and over the breast forms and then placing his arms into its sleeves since there was no zipper in back.  After the sleeves were in place, it became simple to shift the remainder over his torso and get the rounded neck straight.

For boots he selected the knee high black ones with the five-inch heels shown to Selina as a possibility for her own costume that night.  This made him continue to ponder what Babs had said about her not being seen or heard from since then.  Definitely something to ask Bruce about when he got back.  After the boots were zipped on, a wide black belt was draped over his hips well below the small waist he had thanks to the corset.  The opera length black gloves with wicked claws from the grey Catwoman costume got pulled over each of his hands and arms, then to one of the hooks on the belt he attached the coiled cat-o'-nine-tails and to another on the opposite side a thin, wide and deep cat weapons bag.  He picked up the last piece and placed it over his, or rather Barbara's, eyes and pulled the restraining strap over the black wig, then up under it in back.  A quick step before the mirror to straighten out the wide and wicked looking black domino mask so much like Crimson Vixen's got Catgirl all set, and she stepped out of the bedroom.

As she approached the closed door behind which Babs was waiting, Dick was thinking of yet another spiel to get her interested.  She lightly tapped on the door, then sounding exasperated she said, "All right, Catwoman, I put on that costume you laid out for me.  I suppose from what I saw when I looked in the mirror the first letter of my name is now changed from a B to a C.  May I come in?"

Barbara gave that a quick thought, considering that Dick's name didn't start with a B, and figured she must have meant Batgirl.  If what got said came anywhere close to filling one of her own fearful fantasies, it would be a dream or nightmare come true.  "Yes, Catgirl.  Get your sorry ass in here, NOW!"

Meekly, Catgirl opened the door and walked in to face her mistress.  "I suppose my life as a heroine is over now, to start anew as the wicked and utterly evil kitten of Catwoman.  I beg you, please don't torment me like this.  Use your Cat's Eye ring or my hypno wheel to alter my mind so a life of decrepit evil is all I know."

Catwoman shook her head in awe and wonder.  "When you said what you did at the door, I was thinking you were going to enact a nightmare I've lived with from back in the days when Catwoman as a devoted criminal and not the heroine she is now...or at least was until I last saw or heard anything about her.  The only difference between my nightmare and the way you look right now is the black leotard I'd have to put on would have a deep and wide V exposing my cleavage similar to the way this Catwoman costume does."

"I'd have worn that leotard if I'd spent the time to blend in the breast forms on my chest," Catgirl replied.  "I know this one is a lot more tame, but figured it would work by not exposing the joints of my false breasts.  Did you really live with a fear of being turned into Catgirl?"

"Yes, but that got supplanted by my real life transformation into Harley Quinn.  Which segues into my next change, I suppose.  Would that be good for you?"

"Sure," Catgirl said with another out of place grin.  "And instead of waiting in here as Catgirl, I'll do another change myself.  I presume the switch to Harley is something you're used to and can do quickly, so you'll probably be in here waiting for me again."

"To look the best as Harley, I should say the words that alter the mask and wig into my new face and hair.  Do you think that would be safe now that you got me out of Joker's control?"

"Since Harley's boots fit her feet and not yours," Dick as Catgirl replied, "you probably have to."

"I've been saying the transformation line a lot in my telling you about it back in the car," Babs as Catwoman said, "but it wasn't while wearing the mask and wig.  I guess the best thing to do is get into everything of Harley's except the boots and wait for you that way, then in your presence I can utter the transformation.  If I really do become the evil Harley, make sure to bring the Bat hypno wheel with you to bring me back, and I'll make sure to never put on the mask and wig ever again."

"Good plan, so I'll see you back in here in just a bit," Catgirl said.

Everything black was removed from Dick's female form right after 'she' got back into the bedroom.  He pulled off the Babs mask and replaced it with his Selina Kyle one.  Just like when he showed it to Selina back in November, no wig was needed to put over the mask.  The DD breast forms had solvent brushed along their edges and then pulled off when able.  The larger DDD ones took their place, and seconds later the light grey catsuit was sealed tight to his body.  Belt, whip, cowl, boots and gloves were donned, then she shifted the voice modifier in her throat and made a few test words to get Selina's voice sounding right.  She went back to Batgirl's utility belt to get the hypno wheel and clenched it in her left hand.  A check in the mirror brought a smile to Selina's lips, and now it was time for Dick's version of Catwoman to make her appearance.

As she'd expected, the door of the third bedroom was closed when it was approached.  "I presume it's okay to come in," Catwoman said.

"Sure, I'm all set," Babs replied.

After the grey catsuited Catwoman entered, the barefoot Harley Quinn said, "So this is how you looked in this same house for Bruce, and then that night out with Selina.  I can see how Bruce thought you were really her."

"I was wearing this face mask with Selina, but that night with Bruce I had done it using makeup," Catwoman said.  "Besides the good makeup job I did, it was the way I duplicated Selina's movements and particular way of talking to him that fooled Bruce so well."

"I had no idea you were so skillful with makeup," Barbara replied, fascinated.  "That night as Bruce's date, was that makeup or were you wearing a mask?"

"Makeup, and I'll have to admit I got help from Bruce for that one," Dick answered.  "So are you ready to experiment with the transformation to Harley?"

The mask and wig version on Harley nodded.  "You've got the hypno wheel ready, so I may as well.  Prankstress is home."

Catwoman was in awe as at the same instant the mask and wig became face, head and hair, Barbara's body lost maybe a half-inch in height but gained one cup size on her chest.  To her relief, the woman who was now Harley said in a voice Dick recognized as Joker's henchwoman's, "Our hopes came true!  Even though I'm in Harley's form, I still have my original mind instead of hers taking over and pushing mine to the side like in the past.  I was presuming this would be the case," she started to put on her boots while talking, "because after that change in the car, I didn't sense my evil second personality tagging along as before."  Harley got into a sexy villainess pose, then said, "Well, here I am!"

"It's good to see you up close as a friend and not in a frenzied battle as a foe!" Catwoman said.  Then an idea came to her, and Harley watched as her friend seemed to ponder.  A few moments later, Catwoman's eyes lit up and she asked, "I presume that mask and wig are magical in nature, since they came from Wizard.  Have you ever changed to a nude Harley?"

"Almost all the time," she replied, "I change to Harley from myself before getting into my costume."

"Time for another experiment, then," Dick said with his own voice after removing the voice modifier.  "I'm going to let you watch as Catwoman turns back into me.  Undo your transformation, then take off your wig and mask.  If you want to also become a grey catsuit Catwoman who's barefoot, take off your Harley costume."

"I think I know what you're hoping to do.  Hold on, I'll go get my own knee high Catwoman boots."  She zipped back to her changing room and came back a moment later with the same boots worn with the purple dress costume earlier.  She set them on the floor.

Harley took off her boots, then said, "Prankstress be gone."  Babs was thinking she knew just what Dick was trying this for, and as Catwoman stripped and then got out of all the foundation garments to reveal a nude Dick Grayson, she turned into a nude Barbara Gordon.  Then in a reversal, she picked up the grey catsuit and pulled it onto her body, followed by the cowl pulled down over her held up red hair.  She zipped her own ultra high heeled black boots, then put on the gloves and belt with the whip still attached.  Then in anticipation, she picked up the hypno wheel...just in case.

Dick held off putting any of Harley's costume on, just making a start with the mask placed over his head and zipped tight, followed by the ponytailed blonde wig.  Now for his idea to work, saying the transformation words would not only make the mask and wig real, but also turn his body into the same identical to Harley one Babs got.  "Prankstress is home," was said by Dick's male voice with Harley's lips moving.  An instant later, as he'd hoped, the young hero who'd come closest to being an actual female by using the Nu-Gen suit in the past now had the petite and sexy body of Harley Quinn.  "It worked!" was said by Harley's voice.

"I figured that would work for you!" Babs said.  "Now you're a for real woman in every way, instead of just pretending and looking like one.  I've seen that body so many times in the mirror, but it's great to see it in 3-D now.  Are you planning on putting on the costume, too?"

Dick as Harley shook her head.  "No need to right now.  I think I'll use this mask to become the real Harley when I do that costume for you, using either this real one of yours or real one I stole from you that day I went looking for the idol and found Joker instead."  She hesitated a moment, then said, "No, on second thought, we can have Harley meet Harley by you keeping this for the time being and me dressing up.  I would like to take this mask and wig from you to add to my collection so you won't have any way of being turned into Harley for real again.  Also, when we get finished here, it might be a good idea to drop in on Det. Montoya.  I'm pretty sure this is one of her off days, and unless she got called in for additional duty, we should pass on to her what transpired since that party you both went to that night."

"I agree," Babs replied.  "But let's give her a call from here before we leave to see if she's at home."

"A call would be good," Dick said.  "I presume since you two were so close together that night you saved Renee from Joker that she knows you're Batgirl."

"Yes, she told me she'd caught on to my identity a while earlier by careful observation of scars I incurred as Batgirl that were seen on my face while visiting my father at the station."

"I wonder if she also knows about Bruce and I?" Dick asked.

"That I don't know, I suppose asking her before getting into any lengthy discussion would be wise once we get there," Barbara told him.

"I do have a suggestion for right now, though," he mentioned.  I know we've both been looking forward to the lesbian romp in bed once I get into the Nu-Gen suit, but could I ask for my first sampling of that right now, before I change back and do a few more costumes with you?"

Selina Kyle herself probably never got out of her costume anywhere near as quickly as Barbara did as soon as she heard that.  As she was disrobing, the redhead said, "You can't know how glad I became to hear you suggest that!  The same idea came to me the moment I saw that the mask and wig transformation process had worked for you, but I didn't want to seem pushy so I was hoping you'd mention it."  By now she was nude, and continued, "Since I'm an old hand at this and you're a neophyte, let me ravish you first.  Then, after I've induced your first four of five orgasms, I'll let you try to do the same for me."

Harley smiled wide, then told her, "That's just what I was hoping YOU would say!"  She pulled the bedspread, blanket and top sheet back, then slid onto the bed on her back.

Barbara teased her partner by getting her oh so close to that very first orgasm but easing off and moving to a different stimulation.  Then, when she felt the time was right and Harley was about to explode, the redhead cut loose.  Harley shook violently in the incredibly joyous spasm which resulted, and found to her delight what the concept of multiple orgasms really meant...and felt like!

When it finally came time for the two to reverse positions, the quick learner added what she'd been the beneficiary of to what in her other life was known to please Barbara.  She could tell the sum of it all was taking her good friend happily way past merely satisfied.  Her orgasms were not just multiple, but came rapid fire!  "We could go on like this for the whole rest of the day and night," Babs gasped after one of her most deeply felt and appreciated orgasms, "but as you said, not only do we each have a few other costumes to show off, but more fun can be had later while you're a different type of real female thanks to that Nu-Gen body suit.  Oh, and speaking of costumes, did you want to check that change via the mask and wig so that you could become a true Harley for the next time Joker wants to play?"

"You're close to what I'm thinking and hoping to do," Harley replied.  "Prankstress be gone."  Dick was back, and quickly doffed the wig and mask.  "Sorry to keep you in suspense, I wanted to get back to being myself," he said.  "I'll just have to hope I'm around the next time Joker calls."

Babs nodded.  "A great plan, let's hope it works."

"We'll just have to see how it works out," Dick replied.  "It'll take me a bit to get back into all my foundation stuff again, along with doing my makeup for the last three I'm doing before the final two with the Nu-Gen body suit," Dick advised.  "One of those three is Bruce's date."

"You've got five more altogether, and I have six more.  No whore or date for our next ones, so let's surprise each other.  I'll be in here waiting, most likely," Barbara told him.

"See you back here in a little bit, then," Dick replied.  They both left for their respective change rooms, Barbara naked and carrying along the Harley Quinn essentials and the young Mr. Grayson carrying back the Catwoman outfit and all his basics.

As he got back into all his body reshaping pieces, Dick thought how odd it seemed to recall so vividly with his now male mind all the fantastic sensations and stimulations experienced as Diedre.  He would have to ask Bruce if he'd had any orgasms while wearing the Nu-Gen suit.  When the voice modifier was in place and his body was in the shape of a female again using the DDD breast forms, this time completely blended in, he sat at the makeup table to do up his face.  This was followed by donning the mid back length black wig.

He picked up the sleeveless, shiny black vinyl body suit and pulled it on, making sure the deep, cleavage exposing V cut was perfectly aligned.  The wide black belt with three D rings on each side was buckled in place over his hips at a jaunty angle below his tiny waist, then the thigh high black boots with six-inch heels were put on.  The black, opera length clawed gloves from the grey Catwoman costume followed, then came the black domino mask worn as Catgirl.  The last additions were the bullwhip and cat-o'-nine-tails, two paddles, a crop and a set of chained nipple clamps, all attached to the D rings on Mistress Trina's belt.  The now fully set and equipped dominatrix left her own room and strode purposefully toward the third bedroom in an effort to start thinking like the cruel and demanding woman she was portraying.

"Are you set in there?" Mistress Trina asked after lightly tapping the door with her crop's handle.

"Yes, get in here now," was heard.

When Dick walked in as Mistress Trina and got a good look at Barbara as Mistress Malice, the mental preparations made by each of the dominatrixes became for naught.  They both exhibited shocked grins and broke out laughing heartily at the same time, then almost simultaneously burst out with, "We both became dominatrixes at the same time?!"

Barbara was in a sleeveless, shiny black latex leotard with even more cleavage exposed than Dick's, and its leg openings showed even more of her hips than Catgirl's did for her.  Her legs were in deep golden tan pantyhose that had just the tiniest cotton strip in the crotch for a panty.  She was standing solidly and steady in her glossy black leather, knee high laced up the front ballet toe boots.  Gloves identical to Dick's covered her arms, a wide black belt held only a bullwhip on its low side and a crop on its high side, and a glossy black vinyl cowl covered her entire head from her neck up.  Sexy eye openings allowed her to see, two tiny holes at her nostrils allowed normal breathing, and her cherry red lips were surrounded by black.  A tube at the top rear of the cowl had golden blonde hair streaming up and then falling behind her down to her gloriously black tush.  "At least we look totally different!" she said, gasping.

"Almost too hard to believe," Dick replied.  "You look even more wicked than me.  "I'm Mistress Tina."

"I tried hard for this look," Babs said, "and I'm Mistress Malice.  This showing up in similar roles if not looks sort of ruins it for playing any word games or whatever with each other.  I guess there's not a whole lot more we could say, so let's retire to our change rooms and come back here similar again as a high priced and high class whore and a street savvy wanton slut."

Mistress Trina smiled again and said, "As good...no, make that as BAD as you look as Mistress Malice, I can't wait to see how you look as Crystal Defoe.  I'll see you back in here soon!"  She exited eagerly, most unlike the way a dominatrix would.  She missed seeing how purposefully, assuredly and actually easily Mistress Malice walked back to her room in her awesome ballet toe heeled boots.  She'd be getting another chance, though.

While Dick was getting out of wicked looking black and into glorious and slinky gold, Babs at first gave herself a good look in the mirror.  'It's probably a good thing I didn't also put on my Trisha Vickers mask and wig before getting into my Mistress Malice work uniform, that would have given away too much.  I think both Dick and Bruce saw me briefly that night I was dominating Loomis.'  Than she stripped completely with the exception of her wig cap before getting into her crotchless, smoky grey pantyhose.  She zipped the hardly there, bright red vinyl miniskirt tightly around her hips, pulled the shiny black latex tube top down to enclose and show off her wondrously shaped, large but not massive breasts, then got back into her black ballet toe boots.

At the makeup table she pulled on the mask Duela Dent made at her request for going out onto the streets advertising herself as a sex starved slut.  With her face perfectly aligned, she placed her big hair platinum blonde wig over her head, then looked in the mirror while saying, "Become Crystal," as Duela had instructed.  This worked the magic of the mask and gave Crystal her new flesh and blood face with real hair along with a sultry and sexy voice.  Duela had also offered to allow the magic to give Babs a totally different and even more sexy body, but she didn't wish to go that far and stuck with changes from the neck up.  She picked up her candy apple red clutch purse, then the hooker headed for the third bedroom.  Its door was still open, so she went inside to await her good friend.

Dick was taking a bit longer than he'd expected, dressed as the golden clad sexy looking blonde Bruce Wayne had taken as his escort to the Festival, doing her makeup as beautifully as possible.  It was well worth the extra time taken, for when Gail Parsons (the name Bruce had used when talking to or about his date in a loud enough voice to be heard by others that night and on two later 'dates') gave herself a once over before leaving, she looked even more gorgeous than ever before.  'Maybe Babs is right, I do seem to have a good talent for doing makeup,' she mused while slinging her gold purse of her left shoulder.  She exited her room, then headed for the third bedroom with much anticipation of seeing how Barbara looked as Crystal.

Gail used a knuckle to lightly tap on the door, then heard, "I'm ready if you are!"  The blonde beauty in gold noted the totally different voice, walked in, and after her first close up, in person glimpse of Bruce's date, Crystal said, "Oh my god!  You really do look as stunning as the magazines and newspapers said.  I can't believe you on your own have made yourself look so astounding!"

"You look incredibly sexy and alluring as a cheap street whore," Gail replied, "and thanks for that great compliment!"

"So this is how you looked as Bruce's escort, or date as I bet he called you," Babs said with her more earthy Crystal voice.

Gail had been looking very closely at Crystal, and had to conclude she was wearing more than just a good female face mask.  She said, "I presume you look and sound completely different thanks to another mask and wig combination having magical powers."

"Yes, I got Duela to make this mask and wig set for me so I could go completely under cover as a fake whore for my father's task force," the changed redhead replied.  She didn't want to go any further about her mask, since what Keesha had done for her made it so much better than what Duela had provided.  There was no longer anything fake about it.  She changed the subject.  "I meant to ask you about that voice you had as Mistress Trina, and now you have yet another, ever so smooth and sexy sounding voice.  Have you been using different voice modifiers, or has this all been done by shifting around just that one modifier?"

"Just one, with both shifting and tonal changing similar to what you've been doing," Gail told her.  "I don't recall seeing it mentioned in any of the press afterwards, but the name Bruce gave me for being his 'escort' is Gail Parsons."  The blonde pointed at Crystal's feet and said, "Are you really comfortable enough in those ultimate in fuck me heels to have stood and walked around on your toes?"

"I had to practice by wearing them days on end at home between volunteering to help Janice Olsen and the other policewomen on her team and going out on the streets in them.  Believe it or not, I've come to love getting the thrill of wearing these boots so often while at home ever since then," Crystal replied.  'And so much out on the streets of course...' was added only in her head.  "Pretty obviously, our goal was to get all those whores either off the streets or at least back to their more usual haunts in the red light district.  Ideally, we should have just looked like the sluts we were pretending to be to get amongst them, but to really fit in and get their trust, we all turned tricks like there was no tomorrow.  We only slacked off after getting deeply enough into their ranks to find out the reason for the expansion of their activity was a young black woman named Keesha Brant who'd somehow pushed aside so many of the pimps and started running things as a fully participating madam.  She looked stunning as a hooker in her waist length silver hair, and even though we did get her girls to consolidate back to where they were more or less accepted, there was no way we could trap Keesha and bring her in.  So that madam is still out there running her 'business'."  To herself, she added, 'Which I'm a big part of.'

"You said she has silver hair going down to her waist?" Gail asked.  "Did she also happen to have lighter skin, more like a mulatto than a pure bred African or African American?"  Crystal nodded.  "Bruce and I got a rather strange request to visit an S&M club where a city commissioner had visited and not been seen afterward.  There was a dominatrix there called Mistress Belladonna who was a fair skinned Negro beauty with waist length silver hair.  She showed us around, and did her best to try and keep us from seeing the prisoner chained to a wall in one of the punishment rooms, but we did get just a brief glimpse of him and the other wicked looking dominatrix who was torturing him.  Commissioner Loomis, who'd been trying to push legislation restricting the very type of club in which he was trapped, got rescued later that night by a couple of your dad's SWAT men who had more authority than we did.  Now I wonder if Keesha has more than one field of activity."

The whore nodded knowingly, but didn't let on everything she knew.  "One of her girls told me that she spent some of her early evenings dancing as a stripper before going out as a whore later on.  Seems like maybe Keesha is a multitasker in the sex business," Crystal said.  So without knowing it, Babs had seen and heard Selina more recently, but neither she nor Selina herself knew that black beauty was her.  But the young black woman was even more of a multitasker than they thought.  Only on nights when her contacts told her that Batman and his helpers were otherwise engaged did she go into the closet of her condo's bedroom and press the button which slid open a panel just big enough for her to slip through.  When it closed again, her condo appeared to be unoccupied.

But on her special side, the well lit and expansive room held a dressing table, a long cabinet holding a wide assortment of colorful costume pieces and many accessories for them, a huge number of different styles and colors of shoes and boots, and most importantly, a rack on one wall holding very realistic looking female face masks and a number of female body suits in various skin colors from basic Caucasian to Asian to the darkest of African.  A large number of wigs accompanied these, and the key to it all was what made Keesha a trusted ally of False Face.

So that his special machine which had been used to transform her would no longer be needed, the masking villain had provided her with even more advanced versions of the body suit design he'd used to get the Nu-Gen company started in her special space, in effect making Keesha a female False Face.  There was a door leading to a tunnel which opened at its other end in a garage.  Very little was known by Batman, let alone the police force, about the stealthy new villainess of many faces who worked with False Face and called herself Conglomeratess.

"Hey, just in case you might have been wondering," Babs as Crystal said, "the mask and wig isn't the only thing Joker got for me from Wizard.  It's hardly visible unless you look closely;" she held up her left hand so Gail could do so, "I've been wearing this thin, flesh colored band on my pinky.  It prevents me from getting pregnant or even catching any sexually transmitted diseases from Joker during all our sexcapades with each other, and mine worked just as well for me as Crystal...and of course as myself with you."

"I had always wondered about the fact that you didn't seem concerned about condoms or diaphragms or anything," Dick as Gail replied.

"My secret, I guess," Crystal said.  "A nifty benefit I think I'll keep even though I'm back to being myself again.  If I ever desire to get pregnant, I can slip the band off and hope for the best.  How about doing your last change before getting into the Nu-Gen body suit while I get into an outfit I think you'll find truly fascinating?  Again, I've been really thrilled to see you as Gail Parsons, thanks so much for doing such a great job in turning into her!"

Gail nodded while saying, "You're welcome, and thanks again for the compliment.  You've seen my last cosplay before the Nu-Gen suit before, so it won't be a surprise.  You've already given me so many costuming thrills, so I'm sure I'll love this next one you're going to do.  I'll see you again in a little bit," she said while heading for the door.

"Bye, for now," Crystal said as she followed.

Back in her change room, Barbara got back out of her very much liked Crystal Defoe whore identity with hastened rapidity.  She was glad Dick hadn't asked any more about what she'd been doing while helping the women from her father's police force to either eliminate or at least relocate the prostitutes who had started doing their thing in wider parts of downtown Gotham City.  For while she'd told Dick that acting the role of a whore had only been for that short period, no one other than her new friend Keesha knew that Crystal was very actively continuing to actually be an insatiable slut working the streets at odd hours, giving her much more time in the ballet toe boots than her friend could possibly imagine.  The young black whore had used her wiles and special abilities to make the disguised redhead think she actually wished to join her as a wanton whore herself.  So while she wasn't lying to Dick, Babs was only saying what was needed to be said and keeping the rest to herself.  This protected both her own less than noble activities and her friend Keesha.  At least now that her other role as Harley Quinn had been halted, she'd have even more time available to work with Keesha.

Provided by Keesha, inside her red clutch purse was a perfectly valid driver's license with Crystal's photo, her full name of Crystal Brant Defoe, and the address she lived at whenever going downtown to help Keesha with handling her girls and fulfilling her intense desire to be the avid and promiscuous prostitute into which her role playing had actually turned her with Keesha's assistance.  The address was in the same building as Keesha Brant, next to her.

In addition, it was really Barbara as Mistress Malice in another wig and mask combination provided by Keesha who had actually been the cruel dominatrix who secured Commissioner Loomis to the wall for safe keeping and further torture, and had watched Batman and Robin doing their search that night from the shadows to avoid being seen by them.  Mistress Belladonna had trained her eager pupil well.  So in effect, Barbara Gordon was nearly as much a multitasker as Keesha.  Regular day job, heroine with a fascinating viewpoint on most nights, until this day the villainess called Harley Quinn, and a promiscuous prostitute and/or wicked dominatrix on other nights or even after action as Batgirl.  At the moment, she wasn't aware of yet another late night activity to which Keesha had already introduced her, with another yet to come soon.

This time while undressing, she left her Crystal identity in place but became naked otherwise.  Babs decided to stay as Crystal because yet another mask and wig would be transformed into a newer head and hair for her next costume bit.  A week before, Keesha had given Crystal the costume she was set to put on, a face mask even more realistic than the ones Dick was wearing and the wig to wear with it, along with all its accessories.  No mention had been made by her friend about why it was given to her, but when Dick had mentioned doing costume playing around, wearing her new Crimson Vixen costume and this one for the first time seemed like a great idea.

She did have to wonder what Keesha was doing with such a great looking mask and wig, but Crystal thought maybe they were used either to fake out the cops as a different whore on the streets or possibly to become yet another dominatrix at the club.  Maybe when she saw her friend later that night she could ask about them.  The mask was pulled down over her head just as Crystal's and Harley's had so often and zipped tight, then the ghost white wavy wig that would fall to her mid back was put on over it.

From her bag, Babs pulled out the shiny spandex sleeveless unitard that Keesha gave her.  It was basically a hot pink in color with a deep and wide V going down to her belly button, having patterns of swirls, spirals, concentric circles and expanding rays in red, lilac, white and fuchsia.  This was pulled onto her body, the thin panel in the crotch playing the role of a built in panty.  A thin white belt was placed at a jaunty angle over her hips with a big oval golden buckle having a receding pink spiral on it closing it.  Opera length white gloves got pulled on, followed by ankle high white boots with elegant seven-inch stiletto heels, '...The next best thing to ballet toe ones,' she thought.  'I have to remember to thank Keesha for getting these great ones for me!'

While reaching for the hot pink domino mask even more expansive than Catgirl's, Babs started to wonder what kind of name would be good for her new character.  She held it over her eyes while its strap was pulled up and over her head, then carefully hidden under her wig.  A glance in the mirror for a minor adjustment let the cosplayer see herself for the first time, resulting in her mask and wig transforming into her true blue eyed face and snow white hair with her mind altering to what Keesha had programmed her for.

Now with great surety, the changed young woman knew that the name of her alter ego was Lady Hypnotica.  To finish, the mind entrancer named Linda Irons who still also had all the knowledge of her original identity to work with but knew for certain that she was a powerful and incredibly evil super villainess pulled the golden necklace out and hooked it behind her neck with its huge amber stone resting in the crevice of her greatly exposed cleavage.  Hypnotica checked her completed look in the mirror, taking great care to avoid looking directly into her mind enslaving gem.  Grinning snidely, she turned and left to go await Dick in what she assumed would be the Harley Quinn costume worn while trying to get the idol back.

Dick did just what Babs did in leaving the makeup on his face, even though it didn't give him the face of Harley.  So much of her gorgeous face was always hidden under that white face mask with black details around her eyes.  After Gail's wig was removed, all the gold on his body got taken off, then Harley's distinctive alternating black and red unitard was pulled on.  The more sexy spike heeled boots provided by Joker got zipped on, then the white face mask was pulled on over his head.  When all the black was correctly positioned over his feminine eyes, it got zipped tight.  The ponytailed blonde wig was put on over the mask, then the red and black cowl was pulled down with the ponytails going into its lobes.  The wrist length red glove got put on his right hand and the black one on his left.  The white cuffs were placed over his wrists, followed by the white neck and shoulders piece with its white globes at the extremities.  Harley picked up her trick huge caliber pistol with the cork in its barrel with her right hand, and with her left grabbed the light as a feather, huge styrofoam brown mallet.  A quick smile in her mirror showed all was ready, so Joker's henchbabe left to go see the next surprise from Babs.

In effect, it was a surprise for Babs, also.  She was actually lost in her new persona.

At the third bedroom's door, Harley tapped it with her corked pistol.  "Can I come in now?" she asked.

"By all means," Lady Hypnotica answered with her smooth sounding, sexy voice.

Harley Quinn awkwardly held both weapons in her left hand to open the door with her right.  As the door opened she was looking down briefly to move her pistol back to her right hand.  Then she looked up to see the latest character Babs was playing, and the sight which greeted her stopped the fake villainess in her tracks.  She stood there like a statue, her eyes locked on the stone residing in Hypnotica's chest.

"Ah, so you really are the jokingly evil Harley Quinn, I see," Lady Hypnotica said, trying to make her voice sound as hypnotic as she looked.

"Yes, that is who I am, Joker's henchbabe, Harley Quinn," the statue replied.

"You know that is your only name, other than what you go by out of your costume as Harleen Quinzel," the white haired super villainess added.

"Correct, my name is Harleen Quinzel, and I go by Harley Quinn most of the time, even when I'm not in my costume," the entranced young man who no longer knew he was Dick Grayson replied.  "I'm a masked super villainess who doesn't like to ever go back to normal."

"That's a very good attitude to have," Hypnotica replied, "so I guess I should let you get back to Joker now."

"Don't you know?" Harley shrieked, "I gave up on puddin almost completely and hardly ever work with him anymore.  I like to work with Poison Ivy as much as I can, so instead I want to go back to Red."

Once again, even under hypnosis and thinking she really was Harley Quinn, Dick had stumbled upon the words Keesha Brant was going to use when she felt it was time to let Barbara Gordon come back after becoming Linda Irons and playing the role of Lady Hypnotica or any of the other identities she took on for her, "Go back to red."  Babs had become the super hypnotic villainess earlier than Keesha had planned or expected, and her true face and hair reverted back to a mask and wig.

What Dick as Harley said had Babs puzzled as to how she was now in the third bedroom with him in that costume standing in front of her.  As previously set by Keesha, when the words brought Barbara's mind back into control, she had no idea of her now additional identity nor whatever she had done as her.  "You look really great as Harley Quinn," she told him, unaware that she'd said much more impacting words moments before.

"What do you mean, as Harley Quinn?" Joker's henchbabe asked.  "Can't you see that I am Harley, how could you think I wouldn't look good as myself?  But what's with this damned styrofoam version of my mallet?"  She tossed it aside in disgust, thinking at least her special pistol was for real.

'Could I have somehow hypnotized Dick into believing he's really Harley?' Barbara wondered.  Something in the back of her mind was telling her the gem on her chest was something special, so as a test she made sure her friend was looking directly at her greatly exposed cleavage.  She said, "You've been told that you are Harley Quinn, but that was just a test.  Reach down and feel your crotch, where there is no slit to be found but instead your hard and folded back prick.  Know that you're actually Dick Grayson, the young man who is so good at disguising himself as a female and loves doing so eagerly and as often as possible.  At this moment you're in your great looking Harley Quinn disguise."

The combination of the physical reality verified by sense of touch and the updated hypnotic instruction which engraved in his psyche an even deeper and more full desire to play the role of a female whenever he could gave Dick his identity back.  "Oh wow, with that incredibly good looking mask and wig with this fantastic costume, there's no possible way to tell that's really you!  Only your voice gives you away, and with a voice modifier, you'd be perfectly disguised," she said.  "What do you call yourself this way?"

Barbara had turned around the gem to expose its innocuous back side while Dick as Harley was talking, and wondered just what a good name for herself would be.  'Wasn't I pondering just that question while getting into my costume?'  She got more composed and replied, "Thanks, and it would be good to also use a voice modifier.  You probably don't recall it, but until a moment ago I had you in a trance thinking you really were Harley Quinn.  This costume and the mask and wig which go with it were a special gift from a dear friend, and I figured a good name would be Hypnotia, what do you think?"

"Fits how you look really well," Dick, now really loving to be playing the role of Harley Quinn wearing six-inch heeled boots, said.  She couldn't recall tossing aside the mallet, and went to pick it up.  "That outfit gave you the power to hypnotize me?  Wow!  With that great outfit combined with your mask and wig, I have to wonder about it just being stuck in your costume closet and only getting worn every now and then, such as now.  Seems like such a waste."

Babs thinking of herself as Hypnotia grinned.  She had a feeling this and others in her costume collection such as Crimson Vixen were going to get worn more often than Dick could imagine, but no way was she going to tell him...or her, as the case may be.  But she did tell Harley, "It's among all my other outfits that get put on when the time is right, as opposed to the one costume I wear quite often as Batgirl."

"Good point," Harley said, "as if I was getting all dolled up in my own collection of female outfits as often as I wish I could.  Since you've still got one more change than me to do, how about I wait here as Harley for you to come back different?"

Hypnotia nodded, saying, "Will do, and I just remembered that you wanted me to dress up as Harley again when you showed up as her.  So let me do that for you first, then I'll get into that last one before our special, and our last ones will be you as Ivy and me as Batgirl, with you pulling that costume and ID switch like we talked about yesterday afternoon.  Sort of like what I said as Crimson Vixen to you as Batgirl, or what we did as Catwoman and Batgirl."

"Exactly!  I've been looking forward to that," Harley replied.  "Followed by more fun in bed, at least in just the Nu-Gen suit for girl and girl, and maybe as myself after taking it off for boy and girl.  There wouldn't be too many people who'd believe you if you told them you'd just made love to another woman and a guy in the same session with the same partner."

"No way would I ever bring that up, and I dare you to try and say that again quicker!" Hypnotia said while going out the door.  Harley just grinned.

The costume she was wearing still had Barbara fascinated as she took it off.  Either the costume itself or its accompanying gem seemed to have powerful hypnotic abilities, and her guess was the gem.  She got an idea for later fun while placing the gem and its necklace on the desk top instead of into the bag with the rest, including the now also removed wig and mask but not her still being worn wig cap.  But that could wait, for her next costume was waiting.  She finished by saying, "Back to Babs," then removed what again were Crystal's wig and face mask which got put away.

As had been done so often in the past two years, Barbara did a real quick change into her own Harley Quinn costume.  The different mask and wig got put on, and after, "Prankstress is home," got said, the boots were donned.  She pulled the for real cork pistol out of her bag, then went to see her twin.  She knocked on the door with the pistol's hand grip.

The door was opened by one Harley to greet the other.  It was like looking in a three dimensional mirror, as both had expected.  "Just imagine the thrill Joker would have if we both were at his side!" the new arrival said.

"I've been at his side and in his lap once, which was more than enough for me," her twin replied.  "I suppose for the past two years you've done that constantly, whenever puddin' is out of Arkham."

"Hey, that's my name for him!" Babs exclaimed.  "Was, now.  I sure am glad you got me out of having to be Harley.  And now that we've met each other like this, I want you to take this costume, mask and wig and put them with your collection.  I don't want to become Joker's henchbabe ever again."

"That's just what I was going to suggest," Dick told her.  "Too bad we hadn't allowed for yet another good possibility for lesbian fun in bed.  Just imagine me as the Nu-Gen Poison Ivy and you as the for real except in mind Harley Quinn.  Harley and Ivy together in bed!  But with more yet to do, just something to imagine.  So after we're finished with all our last costumes and bed fun, I'll keep that Harley one here for you."

"Thanks for both that great possibility we missed out on and for offering to keep this costume in your hands, so now for my real second to last costume bit," Barbara said while going out the door.

What Barbara put on next looked somewhat similar to what Dick had donned in becoming Mistress Trina.  A very shiny black latex catsuit covering her entire body from the neck down except for her hands was slipped into, followed by a head covering, matching cowl and mask.  This was open in the lower front to expose her cheeks, lips and chin with sexy eye openings suggestive of a cat like on many of Catwoman's masks.  There were two cat ears at the cowl's top rear sides, and the black belt drawn around her waist had a number of attachment points and a cat tail in back.  Black vinyl thigh high boots with six-inch stiletto heels almost exactly identical to Dick's got zipped on, followed by elbow length black gloves of the same material having Catwoman type claws at their fingertips.  Her Mistress Malice bullwhip got clipped to the belt, and a look in the mirror confirmed for the dominatrix version of Catwoman that she looked decidedly sexy and wickedly evil.  It was time to go see Harley again, and she left with a sneer displayed.

The more evil than ever before looking Catwoman used her claws to make a distinctive tapping sound on the door.  Harley knew her friend was back, but with no idea how she'd be costumed except for having good nails on her fingers or claws on gloves.  "Welcome back, come on in," she said.

Catwoman opened the door and slinked in sexily, went into an akimbo pose with her spread, clawed fingers on her hips, smiled wickedly at Harley and then said, "Meowwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr!"

"If Selina comes back and becomes a mean and nasty feline again, I'm betting she still wouldn't look as sinfully evil as you do!" Harley said.  "WOW!"

"Thanks a lot!  This costume is one I've been working on putting together for a while in hope of showing it to Selina," Babs as a bad Selina replied, "but it seems I won't have that opportunity now."

"Let's hope she's just taking a sabbatical on a tropical island or something," Dick as Harley said.

"I'll keep this costume on hand in my collection in hope of seeing her again," Babs replied.

"Could you just see Selina looking like that and teaming with Harley or Ivy...or both?" the fake Harley asked.

"That would be more than a bad nightmare," Babs answered.  "No way would I want to take on that trio if they were all bad girls."  Then a thought hit her.  "Speaking of nightmares, how would you like to see Selina looking like this, with a mind twisted me at her side as Catgirl in something like what you were wearing?"

"You just described a really bad, twisted joke we both could play on Bruce...or then again, a crafty ploy to pull on any of the Gotham villains or villainesses," Harley said, her mind working on what ifs...

"Well, so much for my totally evil Catwoman," Barbara said.  "You said you had something I don't know about to do with Bruce's Nu-Gen body suit before becoming Poison Ivy again.  My last one before Batgirl should be a good one for you, so let's both go change into our second to last ones."

"I don't know how you could possibly top this awesome Catwoman," Dick as Harley replied, "but if you think I'm sure to like it, I'm betting I will.  "I've got a feeling you'll really get a kick out of what I do next, too.  See you in a bit, I guess."

The two imitation villainesses left to do their penultimate costume changes...not counting the change within a change planned for their final go.

Dick got out of everything this time, then got into Bruce's body transforming Nu-Gen suit.  Besides the Pamela head mask worn the last time, the teen had brought what he assumed was the original beautiful looking female head and associated blonde wig that came with the suit.  When everything was zipped up tight and blended together with the shoulder length, wavy blonde wig in place, it all became real.  Once again, the pronoun she became very much correct for the teen.

The big surprise for Babs was then put on.  It was a very highly modified version of the Robin costume to make it look oh so feminine.  The green inner bodice and orange outer one were both cut to expose lots of her huge breasted cleavage and the crotch portion of that green one was very minimal.  The yellow cape was shorter, the green gloves came all the way to her elbows and were skin tight, the black mask was a sexy domino style and the green boots were zipped tight up to her knees with five-inch spike heels.  The utility belt was the least changed item and got draped over her upper hips.  The very sexy looking female Robin gave herself a last check in the mirror, made a slight adjustment to her mask, then headed out to see what the presumed last surprise from Babs would be.

As expected, Robin found the door closed when she got there.  Very simply, she knocked lightly and asked, "Are you ready for me to come in?"

"Ready and waiting!" was the avid reply heard.

What both of them saw as Robin entered brought more grins to their respective faces.  It was another case of both doing more or less the same idea.  Barbara had done herself up in a costume whose idea had come shortly after she got turned into Harley Quinn.  If Joker had been born a female, then it was possible that the sexy version of Joker Robin saw in the room would be the villainess to contend with.  The entire outfit was more or less the same as what the Clown Prince of Crime wore, but was in a very feminine cut and style.  The big mass of green hair was styled nicely instead of wild, and her face was beautifully weird.  The perpetual smile appeared to be done with good use of lipstick and makeup, but could those greatly extended and widely smiling lips really be Barbara's?  "You look incredibly good as a female Robin," she said, "and I could just imagine Batman having to contend with an eye-popping partner like you!"

"Thanks, and your female version of Joker is just super!" Robin replied.  "Hmmm...You look vaguely familiar.  By any chance-"

"Presuming you're going to ask, did I get this costume from Duela Dent, yes.  This is basically the Joker's Daughter outfit she was wearing when we both took her on three years ago.  It's her totally face and hair altering mask and wig which make me look exactly like she did, but she changed its magic so I could control it and let me keep my own voice.  The only costume difference is that where Duela wore high heeled shoes, I got even higher heeled purple boots!" she giggled.  "Now, if I'd had any idea you were going to become an enticing female version of yourself, I'd have put together a Batwoman costume to make us the sexy Dynamic Duo with boobs!"

"Hell, you could just change into Batgirl and that would be us!" Robin replied with just as much glee.  "I'll certainly be keeping this costume, so if you ever want to give Bruce a big grin, try and do that Batwoman one."

"Batman looks stocky and muscular," Babs said, "but Batwoman would be sleek and svelte with all the right bumps, bulges and curves.  Something to definitely work on.  Thanks for the idea!  I suppose Joker could have lots of fun with you captured, but I still want to be Batgirl getting captured by Poison Ivy, who has ideas..."

"Okay then, it's time for our last changes then," Robin answered.  "Fun to come!"

Since the change for Dick this time was nearly as easy as for Barbara, Poison Ivy met Batgirl in the hall and led her into the room.  The faux villainess turned and raised her right hand over above the heroine's head, then said, "You may not be as susceptible to my kisses as all the guys, but the pheromones with which I just dusted you should already be enslaving your mind to mine.  To show you just what I mean, take off your cowl."

Babs went along with Dick's scenario and pulled her cowl up and off.  Then holding it in her hands she said, "So now you can see who I am, Ivy.  What's the point?"

"I don't really care who you are.  It's who you resemble, and who you soon will be, that is my point," Poison Ivy told her.  "Take off your entire costume, and any underwear you might have on under it."

Batgirl put on a look as if she was trying to fight her instructions while doing a slow and seemingly struggled strip.  Her only underwear was the red thong panty last seen before and after their earlier lesbian coupling, and it was the last thing removed.  No further instructions had been heard, so she stood there like an unclad mannequin.

While one redhead stood naked and motionless, the other proceeded to do a costume removal of her own.  With her own outfit now set aside, the super villainess played by Dick put on the red thong panty.  Then she lifted the black bat suit emblazoned with a golden bat and slid her body into it.  All its accessories rapidly followed, with the just slightly too small boots being tight but not much of a problem.  Just as Babs had assumed, in Ivy's haste the key addition to the utility belt had gone unnoticed.  The dresser saved the best for last, and pulled the cowl down over her head with its fall covering her own slightly different shade of red hair.  She stood there facing the nude redhead, taunting her.  Dick was acting her role so well that she still failed to notice the important addition which Babs had secured to the front of her utility belt.

"Well, well, well," Dick said, quite satisfied, "it would seem that I am Batgirl.  That must mean that you are Poison Ivy.  Get into your costume."

Barbara had been staring at the amber gem situated next to the bat on the buckle of the utility belt, which was the primary reason she continued to stand there with a blank look on her face.  While as Linda she'd known very well how powerful the gem was, as Babs she was thinking only that it would add to their fun.  In its thrall after hearing the new Batgirl, she now knew her name was Pamela Isley, and certainly didn't need to be ordered to put her costume back on.  Why Batgirl had presumably made her take it off was beyond her.  Was the bitch doing a strip search or something?  She finished by pulling on her gloves, glaring at the heroine watching her.  "Yes, you truly are the evil mistress of poisons and plant life known as Poison Ivy," Batgirl said.

"Of course that's who I am, you goddamned, do gooder bitch!" Ivy screamed as she started hunting for the pheromones and other weapons that should have been hidden in various places under her leafy green bodice.  "Where the hell..." she muttered.

This seemed like a lot more than the playful scenario Dick had been expecting, and when Poison Ivy started to bolt for the door to try and get away, she grabbed her and said, "Aren't you overacting?"

"Overacting?!" Ivy asked, "What do you think this is, some kind of play or movie set?"

Now thinking that somehow Barbara really thought she was Poison Ivy, Dick as Batgirl held on tightly to the supposed super villainess with her left hand as her right shot into the utility belt container holding the Bat Hypno Wheel she'd familiarized herself with a bit earlier.  She got it spinning, and before Babs could close her eyes, it was placed directly in front of her face.  Even more powerful than the amber gem on Batgirl's utility belt which Dick still hadn't noticed and infinitely more powerful than the similar devices in the Dynamic Duo's utility belts, it put the mesmerized Babs into a deep trance and she became motionless.

"You must think your name is Pamela Isley and that you are the super villainess called Poison Ivy," Batgirl said, "but that is wrong.  Surely you can't feel the deadly poisons circulating through your bloodstream, and of course you couldn't locate any of the weapons that should have been a part of your costume.  So use that evidence to know that name is wrong and that your true name is Barbara Gordon, and you have to know that you love so much to dress up in other costumes to play the roles of not just good girls and heroines but even more bad girls and villainesses the same way I do.  You just have to know about all the costume fun we've been having, which is why you are dressed as Poison Ivy just for fun."  The disc was lowered in hopes, with ideas now cemented into Barbara's mind to know she wished to be villainesses almost the same way she'd inadvertently intensified Dick's wishes to play the roles of females.

The hypno wheel had done its job, and Babs looked puzzled as she asked, "Why are you holding on to me so tightly?  Did our role playing get out of hand or something?  I can't seem to remember anything after taking off my Batgirl costume, which I presume is what you're now wearing."  Then as more of her memories started to come back, a quick askance glance at the utility belt worn by her friend confirmed her supposition that the amber gem must have done more than she'd assumed and thoroughly enthralled herself.  'What the hell was Keesha doing giving me such a powerful hypnotic weapon as part of that costume gift?' she wondered.

"After you put on that Poison Ivy costume," Dick as Batgirl said, "you somehow got the idea that you'd actually become her.  I don't know what went on, but you do seem to be yourself again thanks to your very own Bat Hypno Wheel."

She figured the cat was out of the bag now and something would have to be mentioned about the amber gem, so Babs said, "Don't look down there because it might be dangerous, but if you reach with your hands for the top of my utility belt buckle, you'll find the gem I'd been wearing as Hypnotia.  I had a feeling it might enhance our ID switch fun, but didn't think it was as powerful as it turned out to be.  I'll have to check with the friend who gave me that Hypnotia costume, and I'm glad you had my hypno wheel to work with instead of one of those wimpy ones you and Bruce have.  I upgraded mine late last year, and made a copy of it for the utility belt of your own Batgirl costume.  I suppose I shouldn't be keeping what I discovered to myself, and share it with you guys."

"That would be a good idea," Batgirl responded, "and I don't know about you, but this has pretty much killed my enthusiasm for doing any more with our costume switch.  The only thing I can see as hoping to get out of it is that you'll have the attitude of Pam to more aggressively go after me in bed for our sex games.  Be careful with this gem until your friend tells you more about it," she said after removing it from the buckle and handing it to her friend.

'Oh boy, could I go for that idea!' Babs thought.  "Yes, let's get out of our costumes so I can ravage the poor, unsuspecting Batgirl and make her start to think she's a real bisexual slut!" she said eagerly.

Barbara had less to get out of than Dick, and gave her friend's neck a quick inspection to make sure the join line between the mask and the body suit was apparent.  It was, so even though she seemed to be just as truly a female as in their earlier session in bed, the true redhead knew the imitation one could easily revert to being a male.  A moment later they were both naked and, as suggested, Babs turned into a sexual powerhouse.  Her near twin felt overwhelmed, and reveled in it.  She'd be getting her own chance to return the favor soon enough.

Their second round of lesbian love making was so intense that it made that first session seem like child's play.  Then as hoped, Dick was able to make Barbara feel just as good as himself after removing the Nu-Gen body suit.  Because of the revised anatomy, he was able to bring her to many more orgasms before getting one outstanding peak for himself.  More fun was added when the pair got into the shower at the same time to freshen up after a full afternoon of costuming and love making.

Barbara gave Dick a hand in putting away costumes he'd worn, and in stowing the Nu-Gen body suit along with its Poison Ivy costume for the return to Wayne Manor, along with the Harley Quinn one she was giving to him.  But when he then offered to return the favor by helping to put her own costumes and such back into her bags, she declined, saying it would be easy enough.  The young man just assumed his friend didn't want a guy seeing all her stuff and let her be, whereas the true reason had more to do with the particular stuff still in her bags that he hadn't seen and was so far unaware of.  It did come as a surprise to Dick when Babs came back out, bags in hand and all finished, only a few minutes later.

"Set those down for a couple of minutes," Dick suggested, "let's call Montoya and see if she's home."

"Good idea, that would save a wasted trip," Barbara said.  "Have you got her number?"

"No, I was going to look it up," Dick told her.

"She's more used to hearing my voice anyway from when I call to talk to my father," Babs said while walking over to the phone, "let me call her."  She punched the numbers on the pad, and heard a pickup after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Renee, this is Babs.  Are you going to be around for a while?"

"Nothing planned, why?"

"I'm with Dick Grayson right now, and there's something we both discovered earlier today that you'll love to hear about.  We'd like to come and talk to you in person."

"I'll be here waiting, thanks."

"Unless there are traffic tie ups, we should get there in about ten or twelve minutes."

"Oh, so you're not calling from either your place or Wayne Manor?"

"Nope, and where I am right now is a trade secret for Dick.  See you in a few, bye!"

"A secret hide out, you say?  I won't try to trace this call...bye!"

After she hung up, Barbara grinned at Dick.  "You heard, I presume.  So let's get our bags back into the car and get going."

"Shouldn't be very much traffic heading toward her place, since it's late Sunday afternoon," Dick said.  He grabbed his bag and the larger of Barbara's before she could complain, and led the way back out.  He did the reverse of coming in, opening up the back door and putting all the bags on the back seat, then opened the passenger door for his friend.  They were underway a moment later.

"I had a lot of fun with you doing all these costumes today," Babs told Dick as they were pulling out.  "I sure hope we can do more days like this before you leave for college, especially if I can get that Batwoman costume done so we can show off to Bruce."

"It was a lot of fun for me, too!" he replied.  "I just love turning myself into a female, even if it's without the body suit making me a real one.  I'm also planning on doing at least one more costume bit for Bruce, and I'll let you know how I progress on putting that one together."

"Any hints?"

"Trying to win Bruce's heart even more than any other babe who's been in his life," Dick replied.

"That would have to be Talia," Barbara guessed.

"Correct!" he grinned.  More discussion along this line took place as they got along in the trip.  Then as the car was parking at Montoya's building, Dick said, "I think the best way for us to do this is tell her about the way I got you away from ever being Harley again, as opposed to just saying the key words outright."

"Yes, I agree, and don't ask her anything about Joker turning her into Harley first, let me bring it up," Babs told him.  They got out and went up to knock at her door.

After checking through her security peep hole, Renee opened her door with a, "Hi, come on in, you two.  You made good time getting here."

"And a hello to you," Dick said.  He nudged Babs to get her to pass him, then added, "The traffic was even lighter than I'd figured for a Sunday afternoon."

The cute Latina closed and locked her door, then Barbara said, "Before we get into anything critical, you know about me being Batgirl.  Do you also know Batman and Robin's actual identities?"

"For a good while now, yes," Renee told her.  She looked at Dick and continued, "You're Robin, and Bruce Wayne is Batman."

"Great!  That makes this a lot easier," Babs replied.  "The reason we came over here is that purely by accident or chance earlier this afternoon, Dick uttered the word Joker had used to open our minds so we could talk freely with him.  Please note that I said 'our' and 'we', not 'your' and 'you'.  That night at the Halloween party two years ago?  He turned me into Harley Quinn for real instead of just seeming to be her since he no longer had you as her.  Since that night, any time you've seen Harley doing her thing, that's been me."

"You're not kidding about Dick saying the right word, if you're talking so freely about this," Renee replied.

"Yeah, and he really came through right after that, when he said the opposite of what Joker said to lock me into not only staying as but actually wanting to be Harley Quinn."

"The joke's off," Dick said.

Renee felt her own mind becoming free from her own slavery to Joker and her own incredibly evil alternate identity upon hearing that, and she was so relieved.  After two years, she was just herself again finally.  "Thank you very much!  So your time as Harley Quinn has now ended as of this afternoon," she said.  "That isn't the only freeing from a villainess identity you've done by saying that.  I've known all along that besides being Batgirl, you were Harley Quinn.  That night Joker turned you into her?  Believe it or not, I actually eagerly assisted him in the final bits of your transformation."

"What?!" got screamed simulaneously by her guests.

"It's true!  Unfortunately for me, Joker recognized me as Catwoman and came back out to nab me right after taking you in.  Since he couldn't have me as Harley, he decided to turn me into a totally new bad girl to help him even before he got to work on changing you.  At that point he hadn't even unmasked you yet to find out who you really were.  He must have gotten another mask and wig that were magical, they turned me into the slightly shorter and oh so much more sexier looking Sylvia Fastner with unbelievable magic powers.  The costume he provided gave me another criminal identity to contend with, but as with you, I was made to really enjoy being her and doing all those wicked things.  It was me in my new evil identity who told Joker that somebody special was under that Harley mask.  I'm the one who then conjured that mind warping choker he placed around your throat to alter your identity.  That super villainess witch who has been vexing Gotham on and off for the past two years and never taken in, Conjura?  Thanks to what you just said, I can now say that she was me and not is me."

"She was you?!" Babs and Dick said in unison.

"Was being the key word," Renee answered, grinning.  "I wasn't the wicked witch from the west, I was the evil to the Nth degree witch from the east!"

"Dick's taking my Harley costume to add to his own collection, and I'm sure he'd be glad to relieve you of your Conjura costume," Barbara told her.

"Besides that costume which I'll be more than happy to give to you," Montoya said, "would you also like to take away all the ultra sexy clothes, shoes and boots Sylvia wore as a promiscuous and sluttier than sin wanton whore?"

That really caught Barbara's attention.  "I know you're a true lesbian who hates the idea of letting a male anywhere near you.  But Joker's mind manipulation must have made you think just the opposite!  I know this is asking a lot, but could I ask you to at least turn yourself into a nude Sylvia, if not also get into any of your whore outfits?  If you were amongst all the prostitutes on Gotham's streets this past winter, you may have seen me as part of the anti hooker task force Sgt. Olsen had working."

Renee thought for a moment trying to search her memories, but knowing Barbara as well as she did, was certain she'd never seen her.  "I was out working the streets as Sylvia irregularly but dating from just after that party and through this past weekend, and loving being with guys as her.  What a switch!  But I don't recall ever seeing you out there during that period right after Keesha kicked out the pimps and consolidated us all," she said in reply.  Her mention of Keesha caused an eyebrow to lift on Barbara's face, which didn't get noticed.  "It would only take me a few minutes to turn into Sylvia and get dressed, but would it be risky to become her again?  Or with my mind set free finally, could I do the change back forth from me to her and back again easily?"

"It was easy for Barbara to go back and forth with her Harley mask and wig," Dick said, "so it should be safe and easy for you, also."

"Exactly," Babs added, "and you wouldn't have seen me out on the streets, you'd have seen my own whore identity, Crystal Defoe."

"Oh, so I'm still not sure if I saw you, but Keesha did mention you a lot!" Renee said.

"Dick, can we spare the time for Renee to change?" the redhead asked.  "If so, I can go back out to the car and bring in my bag so can change into Crystal for her."

"The only thing I've got to worry about is Alfred doing dinner for us," he replied, "so we may as well do this."  Babs left to go out to the car.  "Renee, I'd like to take the Temptress costume with me after we're finished, but I'll have to come back some other time to collect all of Sylvia's stuff.  Go ahead and start changing."

His girlfriend came back in while Renee was in her bedroom, and Dick got to watch her transformation from a demure Barbara to the ultra slutty Crystal.  "Too bad I didn't bring along a few more of the outfits I wore," she said while putting on her platinum blonde big hair wig right after zipping the mask tight to her head.  "Become Crystal," got said while she watched her reflection in the mirror over Helena's sofa.

"If she saw you any time at all like this," Dick said, "I doubt a lack of other clothing would keep Montoya from recognizing you."

"I do recognize you, and did see you a lot out there!" Renee as Sylvia said while she came back into the living room.  "And as you can see, Babs, "while part of me still hates the idea of wearing heels of any height, as this slut I can't seem to wear anything less than unbelievably high!"  Her voice was the smooth and sexy one Dick recalled Conjura having.  This was also the first time he'd seen Sylvia's face without it being hidden under Conjura's mask.  She was a bit shorter he could tell after taking into account the eleven-inch heels and four-inch platforms of her gleaming white, knee high fuck me boots.  She looked truly beautiful with hazel eyes and just enough makeup to advertise her beauty as being for sale.

Sylvia's golden blonde hair was the same as Conjura's with bangs covering her forehead, waves billowing out and down over her shoulders and then becoming straight to hang as far as her waist.  A sleeveless white blouse covered her upper body with its perfectly shaped and absolutely huge breasts, or tits as she knew them.  The blouse was left mostly unbuttoned to show off her tits.  Black spandex shorts that didn't cover any of her legs at all and stopped only inches above her crotch added to her allure, and a tiny black purse was at her left side on a shoulder strap.

"And I know I saw you many times!" Crystal said.  "So you were actually working the streets as a prostitute since soon after that party?"

"Yes, and I was also given one of those little pinkie strips like you got so I could be such a rampantly active whore and not have to worry about getting any diseases or pregnant...as if my magic wouldn't be enough do without it."  She held up her left hand, and both of her visitors knew exactly where and what to look for.  "It even stays with me as Renee, and it's the only part of what Joker gave me I want to keep.  And now thanks to what you said, I'll never be dressing up like this or as Conjura ever again...and back to just having other girls in my bed.  I guess we can both stop looking like hookers now and change back to our normal selves."

'This is one of my normal selves,' Crystal thought, but said, "I'm glad we were able to rid you of your own double identity the same way my own got removed.  So while you change back into Renee, I'll go back to Babs."

Sylvia and Dick both noticed the subtle change as Crystal's hair became a wig and her face a mask.  Sylvia left to go back and undo her own whore identity while Dick got to watch everything come back off and Barbara get back into her own outfit.

When Renee came back out with a small suitcase in her hand, she said, "Here's everything I want you to take away from me that can let any other person become Conjura, not that I could imagine anybody wanting to.  Barbara, you had your own key words that got used to turn your Harley mask and wig into your new face, body and hair; mine were bewitching to be and bewitching no more."

Dick beamed excitedly as an idea came to him.  "Hey, that gives my original idea I'd told Babs about a whole new twist!  Now instead of just the Harley Quinn one, both of these costume, mask and wig combinations can be put to use the next time Joker calls," he told her.  "So when Harley and Temptress show up together after either one gets his call, the plan is to have you and Babs show up as Det. Montoya and Batgirl right behind them so he'll know his two henchbabes are no longer under his thumb.  So figure on getting a different phone call right after that other one comes through.  We'll get the numbers rerouted during the next day or two so neither of you hear from Joker."

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when all four of us are there at the same time," Renee said.  "But if the two of us are going to be there as myself and Batgirl, who are going to be Harley Quinn and Conjura?"

"Dick and I were having a lot of costume fun this afternoon," Babs replied, "and...oh, you tell her, Dick."

"You know about that time I disguised myself as Harley Quinn back in March, right?" Dick asked.

"Yes, that was a shock!" Renee answered.  "And also the one time in the past two years when Harley was seen and it wasn't you!" she said to Babs, who knowingly nodded.

"Well, that was by no means my first time playing the role of a female," Dick said, "and the most recent was all this afternoon.  You'd approve of all our lesbian love making!  Not a single male costume was worn.  You know how Batman has dressed up as a woman in the past?"  Renee nodded.  "He's done that a lot more than you presumably know about.  If he goes along with my plan, which is almost a sure thing, Bruce is going to be Conjura and I'm going to be Harley Quinn.  Babs and I found out to our great joy that the mask and wig transformation which turned her into Harley did exactly the same for me, so what had been your mask and wig will work for Bruce."

"Aha!  Not just disguised as a female, but becoming one for real?" Montoya asked.

"Yes, and thanks to Bruce, I know of another way to do that now also, which Babs can verify as being good," Dick replied.  "Have you ever heard of the Nu-Gen body suits?"

Renee grinned.  "Yes, I saw an ad for them in a magazine last summer, but I didn't think what they claimed could possibly be true.  So I did some research and found out the company was founded a year ago by William Semple, the now renegade scientist who'd gotten started on all that body suit work at WayneTech before he disappeared."

"False Face started Nu-Gen?!" Barbara asked in surprise.

"Almost seems too obvious with the work he got started on while still at WayneTech," Dick said.  "I bet Bruce probably has been aware of this.  So anyway, Renee, what you just got told about all our costuming is information to be held just as tight as our identities."

"Of course," she answered.  "Can I see you as a girl any time soon...and possibly even make love to you?"  She winked at Barbara.

"Sure, I suppose," Dick said.  "Twice today I got thrilled by Barbara's skills as a lesbian lover, some of which she told me was gained from her experience with you.  She also told me I did a really good job in returning the thrills to her.  Maybe we can all three get at it together."  Both of his listeners' heads nodded eagerly upon hearing that.  "Also, besides Harley, you may have seen me on TV twice now while just dressed and made up as a woman, not just a girl.  Remember that blonde hotty Bruce had glued to his arm all night long during the Fall Festival last October?"

"No way! That was you?!" the Latina gasped.

"Yup!" Dick grinned.  "And then when Catwoman had her twin with her to take down False Face as her triplet in November?"

"That was you as another Catwoman?  From just on the TV screen, there was no way to tell you two apart, you looked so good as her.  WOW!" Renee said.  "Say, where has Selina been since that time?"

"That's something we were both wondering this afternoon," Barbara answered.  "As part of our costuming fun, Dick showed me that Catwoman costume worn for and with Selina that night, and I showed him that older one you wore to the Halloween party when I went in your Harley costume and we both got changed.  And the last Catwoman costume I was going to mention is one that really got Dick's attention and which he liked a lot.  It's black latex from head to toe, using thigh high black boots with high stiletto heels, making a Catwoman who looks evil as sin."

"I don't suppose you took any pictures?" her friend asked.  Babs and Dick both shook their heads.  "That black one is a costume I have just got to see!"

"Not right now, but maybe some other time soon," Barbara replied.

"Thanks," Renee said.

"I appreciate this, thanks," Dick said while holding up the suitcase, "and unless you can think of anything else, our mission here is completed."

"No, just to express again my hopes to see maybe a joint costume show by the both of you sometime soon, along with maybe a three way sex session," Montoya answered.

"Do you think we could try for next Sunday afternoon?" Barbara asked Dick.

"Seems good for me, unless Robin gets called into action," Dick replied.  "Would that work for you?" he asked the policewoman.

"Same as you, I should be free unless the bad guys or gals act up."

"In that case, unless we see each other out there in our more usually seen costumes and uniforms," Dick said, "plan on one in the afternoon."

"Great, I'm looking forward to that," Renee replied.  "Thanks a lot for coming over to tell me about Harley and in the process take away Conjura and everything to do with Sylvia...except my little strip...and for telling me about your costuming fun."  She led them to the door, and concluded with, "See you later."

"Right, bye, Renee," Barbara said while walking out.

"Goodbye, and if you find out anything concerning Selina before we do," Dick said, "let us know."

In the car a moment later, Babs said, "This sure turned out to be a good visit!  What a revelation that Renee was both Sylvia and Conjura!"

"I'll say," Dick replied, "that was an unexpected surprise.  I'm betting Bruce is going to be thrilled to play the role of her...super villainess, that is, not the slutty whore."  General small talk ensued for the short trip back to Barbara's place.  "You take care," he told her as she was collecting her bags.  "If I hear anything about Bruce getting back, I'll give you a call."

"Thanks, and say hi to Alfred for me," Babs replied.  She leaned forward to give her good friend a kiss goodbye, and he drove off after watching her get back inside.

When Dick Grayson got back to Wayne Manor, Alfred met him right away.  "I want to hear about everything you and Miss Barbara did this afternoon," he said, "and Green Arrow called from the League's duty desk."

"Everything?" the younger man replied with a grin as the pair headed for the den.

"Every little detail," the elderly British butler who actually ran Wayne Manor said with a knowing smirk.

"Okay, after we sit down," Dick said, "it could take a while.  What did Ollie say?"

"Bruce apparently ran into some rather particular difficulties which haven't been resolved yet," Alfred said with a straight face, "but Zatanna told Oliver everything will hopefully be straightened out for a return on Saturday night."

"I presume Zee didn't mention what particular difficulties?" Dick asked.

"Almost exactly the same question I asked Oliver," Alfred replied.  "The obvious answer is no."

"It's going to be interesting to hear what Bruce says about this mission when he does get back," Dick said while he and Alfred took their seats.  "First, before I get started about today, Barbara asked me to pass on a hi from her to you.  Now a bit of background concerning her I'm sure you didn't know..."  Eventually, every little detail including all the orgasms was given and, by the time he finished, Alfred felt Bruce's ward was getting an even broader level of experience a few years younger than his mentor had.

"So I've got to put away Bruce's borrowed and hopefully soon to be worn costumes down in the cave," Dick said.  "Is there any dinner being prepared?"

"Because I had no idea when you'd be returning," Alfred responded, "I waited until you were back to do anything.  Could I interest you in sharing a large supreme pizza from Rossi's if I called for a delivery?"

"Excellent idea!" the young man said.  "Give them a call, and I'll work on putting away the costumes."  What he did without telling Alfred was to turn on the computer while putting away the costumes, and when it was up, he logged on to the Nu-Gen website.  Some small worries about False Face's link to the company made him just a bit leery, but he figured it was highly unlikely a simple customer order would be noticed by the villain.  From the menu he selected the body type needed, then under special requests for the face mask, copied to them a couple of photos of Talia Al Ghul.  When finished and payment was worked out, a note said that delivery could be expected in ten days.

More discussion of the afternoon's events took place between bites of pizza and onward after finishing until a call came in for Robin's assistance a bit after 8:30.  He called Babs to see if Batgirl could help, but got no answer and didn't bother to leave a message on her answering machine.  He did wonder briefly where she might have gone, but the call for help had sounded very frantic and too urgent to waste any time.  He went back down to the Bat Cave via the elevator to change into his costume, and was zooming out on his particular Bat Bike called the Redbird just a few minutes later.

* * * * *

When Barbara Gordon got back into her place right after Dick dropped her off, she figured on just heating some chicken noodle soup for a quick dinner.  She knew there was going to be plenty of time to change, but still put her mask and wig back on and did the transformation back into her now much more preferred wanton whore and promiscuous slut identity as Crystal Defoe right after turning on the heat under her pot on the stove top.  Wearing her fuck me for sure ballet toe black knee high boots had become so common by now that the higher perspective she had as Crystal went unnoticed.  She ate the soup casually while watching the news, then caught some game shows until just before 8.

Right on schedule at 8 sharp, Crystal punched in the phone number for Keesha.  "Hi, are you ready for some more fun tonight?" her good black girlfriend answered.

"Am I ever!" Crystal replied eagerly.

Keesha recognized the voice she'd expected, hardly ever hearing Barbara's voice.  "We're going to do it all tonight.  Make sure you bring along your costumes, especially that one I just gave to you."

Crystal couldn't imagine why Keesha wanted her to bring along any of her outfits other than for Mistress Malice, unless it was to store them closer in her other place.  But the only thing she mentioned was, "I was most definitely going to bring that newest one with me even if you hadn't told me to bring the others in addition.  There are a couple of things I wanted to ask you about it."

This got Keesha wondering.  "Hmmmm...Okay.  I'll be waiting, bye."

"I'll be there in about ten minutes.  Goodbye for now."

Crystal grabbed the bags holding everything her more demure alter ego had worn earlier in the day except for Batgirl and what Dick had taken home with him, along with the purse holding her own ID since that's who she would be for the rest of the night.  The normal purse holding anything showing Barbara's photo and info would be of no use.  Then she got out and headed for her other home which was much closer to her more regular night time work.  She tapped on Keesha's door on the way in and said, "Don't open, I just wanted to tell you I'm here."

From behind the door she heard, "I'm glad you made it.  Noel sweetness."

An abrupt change from pleasant to seriously evil came to Crystal's face as both hers and Barbara's personalities were replaced.  Now in charge was the new woman Keesha had created to become her closest confidant a week and a half earlier when Crystal had been with her.  This woman knew she was in the wrong body and couldn't wait to get into her correct one, for which the hypnotic trance had fully informed her.  She was fully aware of everything in both Barbara's and Crystal's psyches, but neither of them would ever have even a hint of her existence or the additional things she would start doing that very night.  "Thanks for bringing me back," Candita 'Candy' Kane said using Crystal's voice, the hypnosis having made her think she'd been around for a good long time.  "I'll be over as soon as I change into the real me."

Inside Crystal's place, she set the bags down next to the couch and then proceeded to the bedroom.  Crystal's rather lame hooker outfit got removed and put away, then her hair was gathered and covered by a wig cap.  The barely noticeable door inside the closet got pulled open by the nude whore to reveal an even larger closet into which she stepped.  This space and all that was inside it had been built and stocked by False Face at Keesha's request a month before.  Now was going to be its fourth usage, but Candy's mind was thinking she'd been doing it since her 'birth' which she thought was months ago when in truth she had just been born recently.  The light was turned on, and from its stand on the shelf to the right she picked up the over the head mask which would provide her true identity.  She pulled it down over the wig cap and after aligning the eyes, ears, nose and lips with her own, the zipper was pulled down to seal it tight.

This new beautiful and utterly sexy black face and head mask contrasted sharply with the white body still below its neck.  Her shoulder blade length, silky smooth and straight black hair wig was taken from its styrofoam holder and put on over her bald black head.  Her black body, which was in effect the lower portion of an even more advanced version of the Nu-Gen body suits, was pulled from the hanger on its rack.  She sat to slide her legs into it, then stood to pull on the rest which gave her a uniform skin of cocoa brown from the top of her head to her toes.  She zipped it up, then blended its neck with that of her mask to turn it into her for real new Nubian body.  A special push by her fingertip at the spot where the zippers ended at the mask body suit join made both zippers and the separating line disappear, giving Candy her absolutely perfect black skinned body.  These new body suits had no need for the machine which had given Keesha her identity.

This stunningly sexy black body was even more shapely and beautiful than either of the original two personalities hidden inside it could imagine, and a full two inches shorter.  Her tits were the size of an exotic dancer's while still seeming to be perfectly shaped and formed, making her tiny waist seem even narrower and more wasp like.  Her legs were even more gorgeously shaped than before, of a perfect length for her height, but Candy did still have the same size feet as Babs and Crystal.  Keesha had figured, why waste money on more shoes and boots if what was already on hand could by used.  Which isn't to say that Candy wouldn't be getting her hands on a few pairs herself soon that would cause her other personalities to pale.

Candy had the impression from what Keesha said on the phone that going out on the streets wouldn't be the primary activity for the evening, so instead of going all out and dressing ultra sexy like usual, she dressed more casually.  A bright red latex tube top got put on over her huge and massive tits, the prominent nipples on each making themselves known.  Cut off jean shorts covered her crotch, with a wide red belt added to complement her tube top.  To also go along with them, she slipped her feet into ankle high red boots with what she considered to be only moderate six-inch stiletto heels.

Since her purse probably wouldn't be needed until later if at all, Candy just picked up the costume holding bags and left to go next door.  She did her identifying knock sequence, and Keesha opened the door to greet her new friend with only slightly darker skin than her own.  "Come on in!"  Candy did so, and set her bags down to give the beauty wearing a shiny black micro miniskirt, a sleeveless lilac blouse only partly buttoned and knee high black strap sandals with ultra high stiletto heels a hug.  Then the black whore, exotic dancer, dominatrix and super villainess with a totally new personality who used to be Catwoman said, "I do have big plans for us both tonight, but what was that question about the Lady Hypnotica costume?"

"Before the questions, Barbara did want to express her thanks for the boots you made a part of the costume; those seven-inch heels are the next best thing to ballet toe heels," Candy said in her own distinctive voice.  "Which leads to the questions, since she wore the costume this afternoon while doing a lot of costume stuff with her friend, Dick Grayson.  While in it, she apparently did a full and complete hypnosis of him.  But it didn't last long, because something he did or said made her wonder how she'd gotten to where she was with him.  Later the gem of the costume did a thorough hypnosis of Barbara herself, which got undone using Batgirl's Bat Hypno Wheel.  So the first question she had is to wonder if you really put such a strong and powerful gem on the costume.  The mask and wig with the costume had her wondering how you happened to have them on hand, like for use as different looking whores or dominatrixes, or what."

"I'll have to inform her as Crystal at some point about my Conglomeratess activities like I'm about to do for you, I suppose," Keesha replied.  "And that gem?  It most certainly is strong and powerful.  It's a copy of the same gem I used to make Barbara know that she loved being such a promiscuous and slutty wanton whore as Crystal, and also to have you totally take both of their places.  She wore that costume earlier than I'd hoped, but it seems no harm was done.  Now, follow me.  You have that extra room in Crystal's place, but that's nothing compared to what I have.  I've got a lot to show you!"

Keesha turned and headed toward her bedroom with Candy right behind her.  She made sure her assistant saw the button which she pressed that was very well hidden behind the inner molding of the closet door.  Unlike the much larger door in her own closet, Candy saw a panel slide open which was tall enough but very narrow.  False Face had accounted for Keesha's breasts to size the opening, and after her boss slid through the assistant found she had to sidle in carefully due to her much larger tits.  As soon as she was in, Keesha pressed another button which both slid the door closed and turned on the lights.  Candy gasped when she saw what became illuminated!

"As you can see," her boss and good friend said, "there are quite a few body suits on hand just like the one you put on to become your true self, and by the way, I'm very glad to have you as another beautiful and no morals, deviously wicked and evil black babe as my most trusted associate.  Crystal was good for the time I worked with her, but things just didn't seem right with her at my side.  Now, you're just perfect."

"Thanks for the compliment," Candy replied, "and I like being the who gives a shit about law and order, morality and goodness me a lot more than being Crystal or Barbara."

Keesha nodded.  "Of course, just like me, you're totally corrupt and evil, while your other two personalities are just too basically good to let the bad stuff they want to do be effective.  As you know, when Crystal turned herself into Trisha Vickers to become Mistress Malice, she did get Commissioner Loomis into that bondage, but didn't get to the point of changing him into a buxom bimbo as I'd wanted before Batman and Robin showed up.  I just know that if it had been you under the Trisha Vickers mask as Mistress Malice, there'd be another whore out there working for me now."

"You'd better believe it!" Candy replied.  "Crystal was a weak dominatrix, whereas I would have and promise in the future to be even more nasty and wicked than you, I dare say."

"That I'd like to see!" Keesha said, then continued, "With these body suits, we can turn ourselves into any racial type with heights varying from petite to quite tall.  There are enough costume pieces on hand to mix or match for becoming what might be a number of villainesses, super or just normal powered, that would rival the characters seen as done by that girl with the Dial H for Hero device.  I'll go first, then let you pick who you want to be for your first night as a villainess."

"Super villainess, I hope," Candy said as Keesha started to strip.

When everything was removed from her body, Keesha went for a body suit and mask combination that was much darker in tone than her own skin.  After gathering her long hair atop her head, the mask was pulled down over it without bothering to use a wig cap.  A second or two was taken to get everything aligned properly, then the zipper was pulled down and closed.  Just as Candy had done, she sat to get her feet and legs below her knees into the body suit, then stood to draw it up over all the rest of her body.  At this point a shoulder length white as snow wig was placed over her head, after which the suit's zipper was pulled up to meet that of the mask.  A few seconds later, the join between mask and suit had been smoothed out just like Candy had done, and Keesha had her new body, head and hair which was an inch shorter and built very much like her accomplice's with a tiny waist and absolutely huge set of tits.  Or as she then said with her new and more sultry voice, "In this body, I am Katrina Bell.  You can call me Trina, but my name is unimportant, for it is who I become that is."

Trina went over to the wall full of costume pieces and pulled out a sleeveless white latex bodice, then selected a pair of stretch vinyl white thigh high boots that had sexy six-inch heels, and matching shoulder length gloves.  At first her hands went for a head and face covering white cowl, but then they selected a wide and up sweeping white domino mask instead.  Lastly came the only contrast for her outfit, a wide black belt.  When all of this was donned, the overall white worked very nicely with her hair, and the belt tended to go with her skin color.  "Now I am Snow Queen, with the power to control not only snow but any facet of weather.  Let's see what you can do to join me."

"Just one question before I start...is it safe to presume that all of the footwear in here is sized for the feet the costumes give, which is all the same?" Candy asked.

"Yes, after you put on one of the body suits," Snow Queen responded, "you and I will have exactly the same size feet."

Candy nodded, then made a point about stripping in a much more sexy manner than had her boss, doing it like in a club with the music just in her head.  Snow Queen clapped when she finished, then Candy selected a body suit and mask combination that would keep her about the same dark skin color but have a face a bit more plain looking.  She did just as had Keesha in merely piling her hair atop her head to pull the mask over it, and took care to keep her tresses clear of the zipper as it was pulled down to close it.  Over it she put on a black wig with a retro Afro style.  The body suit which gave her a similar figure got slipped into, zipped up and blended with the mask to become her new body and hair.  "I think that like this," she said with a much lighter voice, "my name will be Belinda Loomis.  But my good and easy sounding name is to hide my totally opposite nature.  Barbara is the good thinking heroine, but I'm her polar opposite and so evil she would be appalled."

She went to the costume collection with a specific idea in mind, and amongst the black items Belinda found something very close to what she wanted.  The shiny black vinyl one piece had a very minimal panty shaped bottom portion which continued up the front of her torso in a narrow strip that spread and branched out into two cups covering just the lower portions of her massive breasts (tits, as she thought of them) up to her aureolae and nipples.  From the outer edges of these cups a thin halter strap went up and back behind her neck, which also got a thin black choker placed around it.  Shoulder length, shiny black gloves got put on to sheathe her arms, then ultra glossy thigh high black boots with seven-inch heels that were much to Candy's liking got zipped tight to her legs.  Then she struck an akimbo pose and said, "I am Nightshade, mistress of the dark in which to hide!"

"Very good!" Snow Queen enthused.  "I'm glad the body suit and costume pieces you chose gave you that wicked sounding name to know and the powers going with them.  But it does seem like I've got the offensive powers and you've got the defensive ones.  Let's see how we can work with each other this way."

"This could be the best way to work as a two super villainess team," Nightshade replied.  "Our powers balance each other.  But given certain situations, it could be that I'd be running offense and you'd be covering defense.  What did you have in mind for our first target tonight?"

"First?  My, aren't you the eager one!" Snow Queen responded.  "I was only figuring on hitting the 20th Street office of Gotham National Bank.  They got a big cash infusion this afternoon."

"Only six blocks, but I think we'd stand out a bit much walking on the streets," Nightshade said, "do you think we could transit via the rooftops?"

"No need," Snow Queen smiled, "wind is one of the weather facets I can control.  I can breeze us there in just a few moments, and my plan is to enter using the service door just to the rear of the drive up window lanes."

"Good idea, that door probably has the easiest security systems to disable," the junior member of the pair said.  "What have we got in which to carry off all the loot we can handle?"

"An armored car would come in handy, wouldn't it," her senior partner joked.  "Since we're carrying by hand, I was thinking of just using the sacks which should be folded up inside the safe.  But I suppose just to be cautious we should take along two sacks each from the supplies here."

"Dumb question time," Nightshade said.  "To bring me along, don't you need your hands to hold on to me, leaving only me to hold sacks?"

Snow Queen grinned and gestured, following which Nightshade felt the air around her lifting, taking her along to hover about a foot off the floor.  "Even indoors, as you can see," the weather witch said, "I can lift you and move without touching you."

"In that case," Nightshade said as her heels and minimal soles took on her weight again, "let's grab these bags and get a move on!"

From one of the shelves in her lair, Snow Queen grabbed four satchels and handed half of them to her accomplice.  "Let's leave here using my tunnel.  It opens at the garage next door," she said, "where we can lift off."

"Unseen by anyone around us," Nightshade added.  "But we'll be able to see each other as long as we don't get any more than ten feet apart."

"Just in case there's anybody in the garage this late," Snow Queen said, "activate your power just before we open the door.  Follow me."  The door was only a few steps past the end of the costume rack, and Nightshade found the distance to be so short that it should have been called just a passageway.  As they neared the garage door, an aura of invisibility enveloped the pair.  It proved to be unnecessary as the garage was unoccupied, but the shield was held as they lifted a few inches off the concrete floor and wafted toward the opening onto the street.  There they soared skyward to make the quick transit to the bank.  They alit right next to the service door.

Now on the ground in front of their target, both members of the invisible evil pair looked around to see if there were any people in the vicinity.  The drive in window lanes were away from the general flow of traffic, so nobody in cars on the street would see them, and there were no pedestrians anywhere in sight.  A few quick steps brought them right up to the door.  Before attacking the entry and its locks, Snow Queen zapped the frame around it with a multi megawatt lightning bolt to totally fry the alarms.  Then it became a simple matter of deep freezing the lock to near absolute zero followed by a blast of super heat to shatter it.  The door then got pulled open by simply grabbing the handle and pulling.  They walked in after confirming with another quick look around that there was nobody nearby to see the door open and close, seemingly on its own.

What neither of the two super thieves knew about was the secondary sensor and alarm consisting of an infrared beam at chest level which they crossed after going two steps in.  They may have been invisible still, but their bodies still broke the beam with the system counting two intruders.  This is what had alerted the police, who became both puzzled and alarmed when the low light level security cameras showed no one inside.  If they had been infrared cameras it would have been different, but it was the conflicting data which brought the call for Robin's solo help, since they had been told by Batman he'd be unavailable until further notice.

By the time the junior member of the Dynamic Duo pulled into the bank's parking lot, three police cruisers were on hand.  Robin approached the ranking sergeant in the group, and got a quick briefing.  What was known for sure was that two thieves broke in and got registered by the infrared security system but somehow weren't being seen by any of the low light level cameras.  Also, enough electrical energy to disable the outer door security system in addition to the one at the safe inside had been utilized, leaving the big question of who could be doing that.  At first the Boy Wonder was planning on using his light intensification goggles, but after the briefing decided that his bulkier infrared ones would do the trick.  He pulled them out of his utility belt and strapped them on, then got one of the patrolmen to open the back door around from the safe.

Robin entered quietly and stealthily, then slowly made his way to the safe.  He found it to be open as expected, and could hear activity inside.  Then he heard a female voice say, "That's all you'll be able to handle in that sack, close it up."  From the tone and inflection, he was guessing a black woman from the Midwest states.  Then a second, similar sounding voice was heard to reply, "I presume you're worried more about bulk than weight," and a sort of confirmation that only two were involved came when that first voice responded, "Exactly, which is why I'm looking for the highest denominations."

To visually confirm the head count, Dick inched his way to the opening and slowly pulled it a bit more open.  He saw the interior to be dimly lit by a tiny example of hovering ball lightning.  It was not enough to flood his IR goggles and he got a look at two black women, one apparently in white due to the high contrast and the other in black due to almost no contrast.  He lifted his goggles briefly to see that somehow the pair was invisible to the naked eye, and with his goggles back in place they showed up again.  He figured the ball lightning had to have been generated by whichever of the two had earlier fried the alarm systems.  The answer came when the small light source started to drift downward slowly and a gesture made by the villainess in white made it go back up and stay in place, at least for the time being.

The young hero didn't trust the rubber soles of his costume boots to keep him from getting fried to a crisp by that villainess, but he had to do something.  'If I can at least keep them from getting away with all that cash...  Maybe a ruse can get them to leave without it.'  There was a box on the floor against the side of the safe, so he picked it up and tossed it at a nearby desk chair.  After the moderately loud impact, he said with a hushed voice, "Son of a bitch!  Be careful, you two.  How do you expect to sneak up on them making all that racket?"  Then he shifted his voice a bit to say even more quietly, "Well, if they didn't hear us, Sarge, they sure as hell had to have heard you."  Back to Sarge's voice, "So shut up!"

The gambit worked partially, as the ball lightning got extinguished but each of the women was still holding on to one bag each and were rapidly nearing the safe door, still invisible.  Robin figured if the one in white was the electrical specialist, odds were good that the one in black was providing the invisibility.  Either knocking her out or distracting her in a big way might make things easier.  A whack to the back of her neck with a held batarang seemed like the only option, so he got one out and as soon as she was through the door, he struck.  She didn't lose consciousness, but started to stagger after dropping her sack and letting both of them become visible.

His attack obviously caught the attention of the one in white, who gasped, "Robin?!"  She set her own sack down and grabbed her still reeling partner.  "Nightshade, can you walk?"

"Uh...no...Snow Queen, what hit me?" she replied, barely coherently.

'So that's who they are,' Robin pondered.  'I've never heard of these two before, nor of the powers they have.'

"Robin did!" Snow Queen snarled, clutching Nightshade to her side with her right arm as the hero was thinking.  Then she raised her left hand toward the Boy Wonder, who assumed he was toast.  But nothing happened, to his surprise, and adding to that was what she said next.  "I got told to leave you alone, but so help me, if you try to interfere with our escape, you won't live to tell any tales."

Robin had no idea who could have told the bitch not to mess with him, but didn't wish to find out the hard way how far he could push her.  "All right, you win this round.  I'll stand here as you two leave.  But I doubt all those cops outside are going to be in any mood to let you get away as freely."

Nothing more was said as first Snow Queen lifted Nightshade a foot or so into the air to make it easier for both, then she proceeded toward that same back door in which Robin had entered.  Just before they got there, Snow Queen said, "Are you coherent enough to reengage your invisibility shield for us?"

"With the way you've lifted me," her friend replied weakly, "my strength has come back a bit.  I think I have enough concentration to do that, but I'm not sure how long it will last."

"Okay, start it now if you can, and I'll take us back to the garage a lot more swiftly than on our trip here," Snow Queen said.  "It's too bad our escape means leaving behind the loot."

"It's on, so let's get moving," Nightshade replied.  "I'm sure there'll be other nights with more opportunities."

"Yeah, don't you know it," her partner said as the door was pushed open and they took off unobserved, heading for the garage at hurricane wind speed.  Snow Queen kept them both aloft all the way to the door leading to her lair.  "Can you manage the walk back through my tunnel?" she asked.

"I think I can make it," Nightshade said, "but be ready to grab me if I lose my footing in these heels.  As much as I love them, a situation like this is not something I had considered."

Snow Queen stayed to the left and slightly behind her partner, who it turned out made it to the lair in good shape.  Both got out of their costumes and body suits, with Candy discovering to both of her own and Keesha's surprise that she felt very much better as herself.  They both got back into what they'd been wearing before, and since Keesha assumed the night was now a loss, she said, "Back to Red.  Crystalline."

As set up by the hypnotic spell, Barbara Gordon thinking she was Crystal took the place of Candy as the dominant personality in her mind with the faked knowledge that she had just finished a sex filled time with her friend in a body suit making them so much alike.  "Thanks for letting me be such a super sexy nympho black hooker again," she said.

"I'm really glad you enjoy going out as an insatiable black whore just like me," Keesha responded.  "I guess you'd better change back into your original white self and get back home since tomorrow is a work day."

"I've done with not much more than a nap a few times already, but I guess you're right," Crystal told her, still with Candy's black body's voice.  "This is the first time I can recall going home with a headache, though."

"You might have overdone it this time," her friend lied, trying to make it sound good.

"So I suppose it's good night and I'll see you next time," Crystal said, then went back to her place to get out of and put away the body suit that made her such a great to be ultra slutty black whore.  'I sure like using this suit to become a for real and even more sexy black...oh, screw it, a more sexy sista slut.  No way I'm ever going to tell Dick about my own special mask and body suit,' she thought while reluctantly sealing up the suit in its special closet by shutting that door.  She got back into her slut outfit and went back to her original home shortly thereafter, changed back into her oh so plain identity as Barbara, took a couple of aspirin, then went to sleep.  In her dreams, a combination of the hypnosis done originally by Keesha and then amplified by Dick that afternoon had her first enjoying the rampant sexual unions as the beautiful, slutty black whore she was and then thrilling to her series of robberies done as a super powered black villainess.  Her photographic memory would have her wondering the next day at the library.

It took Dick a bit longer to get into bed since a detailed report of the two super villainesses whose robbery he'd foiled was given to the GCPD at the downtown headquarters building.  Even though the cash had been saved, he was feeling down that they'd escaped so easily.  The police tried to lift his spirits by saying that in trying to handle the situation all on his own, he'd shown a lot of self assurance and good thinking.  That did help him a lot while there, and after Alfred echoed their opinions once Robin returned to the Bat Cave he was able to sleep a lot better.

With the following day being the start of the work week and also the middle of July, Dick gave Alfred a hand in doing some of the Wayne Manor upkeep chores.  He eventually found himself doing some straightening up down in the cave after lunch, followed by some research in the computer concerning the two black super villainesses he'd confronted the night before.  Obviously nothing in particular was found, but the computer did point out the oddity of a string of felonies since the beginning of the year committed by totally different females other than the known local ones, nearly all being black women.

Alfred came down and observed what the young Mr. Grayson was doing and, after noting how serious the teen was in his endeavors, got an idea for lightening his mood.  "Since nothing critical is going on right now and thanks to your help I've gotten everything taken care of already, could the two of us visit that house you've got on the other side of town?"

Dick turned away from the records display and smiled at Alfred.  "Since I doubt you want to see the mess that place is in, tell me just why you'd want to visit my home away from home."

"If I could get you to bring along Bruce's Nu-Gen body suit," the elderly butler replied, "I'd like very much to see that female version of yourself...er, of Robin, I mean."

"Presuming you aren't wanting me to do a full repeat of what I did with Babs yesterday," Dick grinned, "I'd love to do that for you.  To be honest, I was trying to think of an excuse for getting back into that body suit.  I suppose I should tell you that I ordered one of those Nu-Gen suits for myself last night that should arrive in a week and a half or so.  I want to play another joke on Bruce with it."

"This I can't wait to see!" Alfred enthused.  "If the delivery comes while Bruce is around, I'll try to cover for you."

"Speaking of Bruce being around," Dick said, "any further word from the Watchtower?"

"Nothing more last night, and if any word had come this morning or afternoon," Alfred told him, "I'm sure you'd have known about it.  Oliver got off duty at noon, so Ralph is at the desk now."

"Let's just hope he doesn't try to reach us while we're downtown," Dick replied.

"I'll bring Master Bruce's remote League pager with me, just in case," Alfred said.  "Do you want to drive, or should I?"

Dick beamed.  "It would be best if you drove, but one of our plain cars, not one of the limos.  Reason being, I'm hoping to come back here as Gail.  But her sandals won't fit my feet in the Nu-Gen suit, so I'll probably wear some boots with that dress, or maybe just go barefoot.  If I drove as her, I wouldn't have a license."

"You may want to bring back some of the other outfits and costumes you've got kept there," Alfred suggested.  "That way you could be here in the manor as a female if you wish, and you could just make a stop at the house on Sunday before heading to Miss Renee's place with Barbara."

"Thanks!" Dick said while getting up.  "I'm glad you wouldn't mind me dressing up while here, I really enjoy doing that.  I'll just have to hope Bruce agrees with you."

"I'm sure he will!" the butler smiled as they headed for the costume section.  With the Nu-Gen suit in Dick's hands, they headed for the garage.

When they arrived, Alfred surprised Dick by saying, "This place doesn't look all that bad, in fact it reminds me of some of the better kept bachelor pads I've seen, and you don't even stay here regularly."

"The fact that I live at Wayne Manor and not here is probably why it's not a total mess," Dick replied.  "Since I doubt you want to watch me change, I'd recommend turning on the TV while I go upstairs."

"Just what I was planning on doing," Alfred said as he took a seat on the couch facing the television set.  He clicked the remote to turn it on as Dick went bounding up the stairs.

It was only a bit more than five minutes later when the female version of Robin came back down those stairs at a more leisurely pace using feminine grace.  "Well, hello there," the fetching blonde said as she walked over to Alfred.  She had done up her face to look much more sexy than the plain mask face she'd used for Babs the day before.

"Oh my," Alfred said, "you do look really great...even stunning!  Do you think you could perform as Robin just as effectively this way?"

"Thanks a lot!" Robin replied.  "Babs liked me this way quite a bit, also.  I haven't tested my strength or stamina in this body, but I do still have all my accrued detective skills in my mind.  Odds are I'd have to use some shorter heels than these.  Babs is effective as Batgirl in the boots she wears which have four-inch heels, and come to think of it, back when she used to wear them a while back in her purple spandex costume, Selina did pretty good in heels the same as these.  Why do you ask?  Are you thinking Bruce might get ideas for us to go out as Batwoman and Robin after he sees what Babs will be showing us?"

Alfred nodded.  "The variety would be good, and even better if two alternate Robins worked intermittently with Batman.  Then again, though, I imagine the explanations of who and why might not be worth the fun.  So just like this at home unless Master Bruce comes up with something."

More discussion along that line ensued.  Then a bit later when Gail came down the stairs looking like an elegantly dressed alter ego of the female Robin with even sexier makeup instead of her original face and carrying two bags in her hands, she was still wearing Robin's boots instead of the golden shoes Alfred recalled from the past and the elderly Englishman smiled.  "Those green boots don't go very well together with your gold dress, but between your front door and the car is the only time anyone other than us will have a chance to see you below your shoulders.  Using that mask with your makeup skills makes you look even better than you did for the date.  Can I help with the bags?"

"Thanks for the compliment.  I just knew these boots would be a bad mismatch," Gail grinned, "and I'm hoping not many folks will see me going out to the car with a total lack of fashion sense.  I've got the bags okay, just go ahead and lead the way out the door so I can lock up."

She didn't notice anybody nearby, so Gail hoped her footwear faux pas might go totally unnoticed by those who may have been looking in her direction from farther away.  The trip back to Wayne Manor was uneventful as anticipated, with the discussion going on keeping either of them from noticing any of the other car drivers and occupants who were ogling Gail.  The primary topic was Dick's hoping he could live the entire rest of the week as a female until Bruce was on the way back.  It would require the use of one of the magical masks gotten from either Babs or Renee since the Nu-Gen suits had the time limit.  Alfred mentioned the main limiting factor, any request for Robin's assistance that might come in.  Gail's point was that in using one of the magical masks, the change into the normal male Robin would be only a minute or less than usual.  Alfred suggested, "As a test, let's time it both ways once we get in," and Gail agreed.

The drive into Wayne Manor's garage went perfectly normal until by coincidence, just as the transmission was being put into park, Bruce's Justice League pager went off.  The driver pulled it out of his pocket and hit the answer button.  "This is Alfred, go ahead."

"Bad news," Elongated Man said, "Zatanna just checked in to let me know her prediction of everybody returning by Saturday is looking less and less good.  Now it's not just Bruce who's in trouble, but Superman and Wonder Woman also.  It's just her and Hal now trying to resolve the crisis.  We'll let you know as more info comes in."

"Did she say anything about what the situation is?" Alfred asked.

"I was wondering about that myself," Ralph replied, "but the instructions Superman gave the team before they left was to keep information about what they were doing tight until they finish and are on the way back.  So we just have to hope and keep our fingers crossed, definitely not a usual League procedure."

"I agree this doesn't seem like normal at all," Alfred said.  "Do let us know as soon as more information becomes available."

"Will do.  Goodbye for now."  The connection went dead.

"Well, if your ID switch time works out, it does look like you'll be able to live as a woman until at least Sunday," he told Gail.  "You could even go to services on Sunday morning this way I suppose."

Gail was torn between smiling about living as a female and scowling about the news concerning Bruce.  "Bruce's situation might put a damper on things, but let's get inside so we can time my changes."  The bags were taken down to the costume section in the cave, where Gail changed back into Dick.  Alfred used the timer on his watch as the redressed young man stripped and changed into Robin.  After the hero stripped and hung up everything again, he pulled out the Harley mask and used the same blonde wig Gail was wearing.  Now a woman again after saying the change phrase, she got dressed in Harley's costume from the neck down.  From Alfred's signal, she stripped and said the change back phrase, followed by turning into Robin again.  The difference in time was a minute and a half, which Robin figured had to be because of the time it took to get out of boots and spandex.  "So I guess if I do stay as a female and get a call to give a hand," he told Alfred, "I'll need to rush a bit more than just now and hope the extra minute won't be critical."

"Or just plain hope no mid week calls come in," Alfred replied.  "Trouble does seem to come on weekends more than the days and nights of the week for some reason."

"But it is the summer, so I suppose anything's possible," Dick said as he started to get out of his costume.  Five minutes later and back as the long blonde haired Harley dressed in casual clothes from the costume closet, she went back around to where Alfred as waiting and said, "Since we're alone here without anyone else to know, would you like to put on that Nu-Gen suit and experience becoming a female?"

"That's something I've watched both you and Master Bruce doing in the past, more as just dressing up and disguising yourselves but recently actually turning yourselves into real females," the experienced man servant replied.  "I myself have never had any desire or inclination to experience what the finer sex feels."

"Just for a brief try, maybe?" Dick as Harley asked.  "Who knows, with the way these Nu-Gen suits can turn anyone into a true person with the sex the suit has and even make it permanent after a number of hours, you could add maybe another half century to your lifespan."

"I'm not sure I would care to add another fifty or so years to those I've already led," Alfred said softly.  "You're suggesting possibly that I turn myself into a much younger maid and take my place as her?"

"Hardly a mere maid," Harley said.  "No more than you are a mere butler here in the manor.  You actually run this place, just letting Bruce think he's the one in charge.  I've known that for years, as I'm sure Bruce himself does.  You probably know that, but are too humble to even admit it to yourself.  Bruce just has the funds to keep us operating, and am I ever glad about that.  His talents as a detective and crime fighter are a huge bonus.  If for the rest of this day and evening you were to use the Pamela Isley mask with the body suit, you'd have all that time with no worry about the suit and mask melding to become permanent.  So would you please at least spend the rest of today as another young woman for me to be alongside?"

Alfred smiled.  "Well, since you put it that way...  But I don't want to be a duplicate of Miss Isley."

"Since the red hair is attached to the face mask which will give you Pamela's actual face," Harley replied, "there's no way not to become her twin.  Look at it this way, other than my longer and not pony tailed hair, I'm more or less the real Harley Quinn.  But at least by using a different voice modifier you could have a bit of a difference.  Would that be enough?"

"Since there aren't any other options unless I wanted to use a different mask and only have a couple of hours," Alfred told her, "I guess looking just like Miss Isley but not sounding like her will be all right.  Let's do this!"  He started to get out of his normal day to day butler wear as Harley pulled the neck down portion of the body suit and the Ivy mask from the closet, along with what she just knew would be a voice modifier Alfred would love.  A few moments later, Alfred Pennyworth only existed as the mind inside the for real female body the combination provided.  Already she was feeling oh so much more vital and full of vim and vigor.

With eagerness, Ivy's new twin went into the costume closet that had become so familiar over the years and pulled out an almost correct sized bra (it was a tad tight, with cups not quite large enough), some plain white panties, a simple yellow blouse and brown knee length skirt combination and some low heeled black sandals that were just a little large but with the straps tightened felt almost correct.  "I feel so much better already," the red headed twin of Pamela Isley with an incredibly sexy voice told Harley.  "Let's go upstairs, I need to get our dinner started, and I'd encourage you to help."

The pair of very happy young ladies left the cave to go up into Wayne Manor.  As can be imagined, the happy to be a female Dick remembered the near miss from Sunday for having a love session between Harley and Ivy and so introduced Alfreda (who didn't care for any of the other more sexy names her friend had suggested...yet) to female orgasms a bit later in the evening.  The newbie turned out to be nearly as quick a learner as Dick in female form had been with Babs, and brought Harley to a number of much appreciated orgasms also before the latest female in Wayne Manor undid herself to prevent becoming a permanent one before making any final decisions.

In the suburbs on the opposite side of Gotham from Wayne Manor, Keesha now as the almost black skinned villainess Seductress in an incredibly alluring red costume was working with Candy who, instead of Crystal, had tranformed into the Linda Irons identity playing the role of Lady Hypnotica.  This time, the pair of evil doers were making sure to hit a juicy target which wouldn't draw even the police to their activities, much less Batgirl (unreachable, of course), Robin, Huntress or any of the other crime fighters who might fill in for the otherwise detained Batman.  Because of her very close connections to False Face, Keesha knew more about his situation than any of the Justice League members not on the mission team with him.  The guard on duty first got quite well distracted by Seductress, then became a living statue upon facing Lady Hypnotica.  The haul brought back to the lair adjacent to Keesha's place definitely made up for what got left behind the night before.

At least Barbara Gordon had been aware of her alternate villainess identity during the past couple of years as Query.  Now, though the redhead knew all about and due to Keesha's hypnotism loved her additional life as a very promiscuous prostitute named Crystal and had come to want even more to be the morally lacking, wanton black whore, she had no idea of all the crimes she was committing as a multi-faced villainess of many identities named Candy alongside Keesha.

Tuesday morning, Dick Grayson was in for a big surprise when as Harley she went down to the dining room adjacent to the Wayne Manor kitchen after luxuriating in a bubble bath as opposed to what was the usual quick shower to start the day.  She also found that having been Barbara's alternate identity since late afternoon of the day before called for a new to her shaving regimen.  Luckily, her legs survived with no nicks!  In the kitchen working at the griddle on some pancakes was Poison Ivy!  "Yesterday afternoon you said you didn't want to become a duplicate of Pam," she said while going in, "but now you're not only her twin, you've gone all the way and even put on her costume!"

"And I also found the correct voice modifier," Alfred as Ivy replied.  "But I guess I discovered something very important you and Master Bruce didn't know about when you each used this mask and body suit combination to become Poison Ivy - the voice modifier isn't needed.  As I was looking for the correct modifier in the closet so that this time I could become totally identical to Pamela including her voice, I said out loud to myself, 'Now where are you?' and heard what sounded like a correct voice for Miss Isley.  When I found the correct modifier, I placed it in my mouth and heard the very same voice, so I took it out."  She picked it up off the counter as if to prove her point.  "Apparently, when they made this mask Pamela's voice was a part of it which got gained after the mask and wig turned real with the rest of the body suit."

"Thanks for letting me know about the voices coming with the masks from Nu-Gen," Harley replied.  "I'd been under the impression the only masks coming with voices were the magic ones like the one I got from Babs to use.  This must mean that Poison Ivy body, mask and wig combination and costume are all a set Bruce must have obtained, and the face mask I used for becoming the female version of myself and for Gail yesterday must be an extra he got.  I'll have to check what the actual voice is for that mask, since I've been using voice modifiers."

"I'd imagine it's a pretty sexy sounding one judging by the face," Ivy told her.  Then she lifted her left leg in a sultry manner and said, "I sure wish these boots Master Bruce got with the costume had heels like your Ivy costume does instead of what Pamela is currently wearing."

"What?!" Harley shouted.  "You're even clamoring to wear incredibly high heels?!"

"I confess," Ivy said as she deftly used the spatula to flip the four pancakes, "last night after you went to bed, I went back down to the cave and became Pamela again.  I tried on your Robin boots since I knew they'd fit these feet and got a thrill from walking around in them naked.  I noticed the way my nipples were expanding and hardening, then went straight to Master Bruce's-"

Harley cut in, "While you're anyone other than your older self, including if you actually become a young woman for real, it would be much better if you just called Bruce by his name and leave off that master bit."

"It's an old habit, but I see your point," Ivy grinned.  "Anyway, I went to his cot down there and laid down, then masturbated to attain four more quick but very satisfying orgasms.  It was with regret that I got out of your boots and then the body suit again since I didn't want to become Pamela for real while I slept.  Then right after I woke up and showered, I not only did the body suit but decided to do the costume, too.  I was considering going even further like you did by using Renee's Sylvia mask instead of the Nu-Gen body suit, but I wasn't sure of the transformation words.  I waited until I heard you drying off after your bubble bath to put the batter onto the griddle, and it's almost ready now."

Harley, who was just in Dick's bathrobe so far, got two plates, forks and knives out along with the margarine and maple syrup while Ivy was talking and placed them next to the glasses of orange juice which had previously been poured.  When Ivy finished, she told her, "I get the impression I've had a very bad influence on you."

"Bad?" Ivy said with a big grin as she placed the two pancakes on each plate.  "Hell no!  I'd say you've had an exceedingly good and enlightening influence on me.  Oh...if you're wondering, our female stomachs are a lot smaller, so just two instead of four.  I'm definitely going to present your idea to Ma-...Bruce when he returns."  She pointed a fork at Harley's plate.  "Dig in, before they get cold!"

The nearly in shock Harley got over gaping at Poison Ivy and attacked her pancakes.  She immediately discovered what the faux super villainess was talking about as she started to feel full even before finishing what she'd been served.  "I know what you mean about eating now!" she said after putting her last fork full down.  "You've even got living as a woman worked out, it seems."

"Not really," the redhead in the leafy green costume said after patting her lips with a napkin, "it's more like what I've learned from all the years of hosting and serving meals to Bruce's female guests."

"Oh, I should have guessed," Harley replied.  "By the way, I didn't go to sleep right away after I went to bed last night, either.  Of all things, an inspiration came to me while I was cleaning up after our short but sweet lesbian love fest.  What I had been checking out in the computer yesterday before you came down and suggested we visit my other place was the spate of crimes being committed since the beginning of the year by females all different from our usual group of villainesses.  It dawned on me that Babs had said the prostitution problem also began at that same time, instigated by a black woman with waist length silver hair.  Most of our different bad girls have also been black, like those two I ran into on Sunday night.  I thought about that for a good while before going to sleep.  So today I'm going to do some more research to see if I can find any possible connection, since the timing seems so similar."

The fake version of one of that usual group nodded.  "Seems quite logical, I like your line of reasoning.  If I get a chance while doing my chores..." she looked down upon her costumed body, "...just think, Poison Ivy doing housework in Wayne Manor!  If I get a chance, I'll come down to try and help."

"I'd appreciate that," Harley responded.  "I've noticed how many times you've helped Bruce when he hit mental blocks, and I'd have to guess you've done that a lot more over the years than what I know about.  Hey, since you're going to stay as Poison Ivy for at least a little while longer, do you think I should turn all the way into Harley Quinn to check the computer?"

Poison Ivy giggled, something neither member of the Dynamic Duo had ever heard in the past.  When it subsided she said, "Yes, by all means!  What could be more ironic than two super villainesses using the Bat computer to do research on other bad girls?"  Ivy then got started on her chores with the after breakfast cleanup, and since she wasn't asked nor even given a hint to help, Harley left to go get into her costume.

Harley Quinn was so intent on her research that the rest of the morning went by unnoticed.  Her first clue to the time gone by was when Poison Ivy placed a tray holding sandwiches, glasses of milk and a plate full of chocolate chip cookies on the counter top.  "Any insights yet?" she asked.

"With the huge variety of bad girls, as you called them," Harley replied, "another idea came to me.  This could be False Face, but the sheer number of crimes makes that seem unlikely.  Plus the fact that there was a pair of them Sunday night.  Every single crime has been committed whenever Bruce wasn't around, and I presume the fact that Sunday was my first time must mean I've been on the avoidance profile also.

"Going along with my original idea, no record of that prostitution coordinator, for want of a better word, being on the streets whoring herself is apparent on nights when the crimes took place.  Babs told me the name of that chief whore is Keesha Brant, and she also seems to be the primary dominatrix at that S&M club Bruce and I went to looking for City Commissioner Loomis in addition to working as an exotic dancer at some of the clubs.  Here's the kicker, she seems not to be dancing or dominating besides not whoring on the crime nights.  One reason we're almost clueless and just guessing about all the perps is that not a one has been caught...yet."

"You mentioned False Face," Ivy said after an intriguing pause.  "William Semple is using the mask and body suit technology he got started on while still at WayneTech to be False Face.  Since you told me Helena discovered his link to the start up of this Nu-Gen company, what's to say he couldn't have used it locally on somebody besides just himself?  You say all of this prostitution increase and the crimes seem to have started around the beginning of the year.  Granted this Keesha Brant could have moved here from somewhere else and got started on this binge, but give a thought to this...who disappeared only shortly before that time and has yet to be heard from at all?"

Harley slapped her forehead after getting this shocking revelation.  "Oh my God...you're thinking this Keesha Brant could be Selina Kyle after False Face got his hands on her?  That just makes too much sense, especially after the way Selina and I foiled his robbery while he was pretending to be her that night.  This could be False Face getting his revenge by first taking the heroic Catwoman off the streets, second turning her into a new and totally different woman and third, to make it so that this new woman would have no morals whatsoever."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Ivy said while nodding.  "Oh, and in case you're worried, I recycled the time I can spend as Miss Isley by pulling off and then putting back on this mask before I made the sandwiches."

"That's great," Harley told her, "now you can spend the whole afternoon as Poison Ivy, or as Pam wearing some casual clothes.  Your only hang up is finding footwear that will fit.  That was a good idea you had last night with the sandals."

"I think I will change," the redhead said wistfully.  "I'm all caught up on cleaning, so I think I'll take a trip and go do some shoe shopping."

Harley smiled.  "That's something I was planning on doing also, since the brainstorming is finished until more revelations come to either of us.  But first I have a phone call to make.  I hope I can catch Babs at her desk."

"Good luck on reaching Miss Barbara, and I'll let you know if I spot anything good other than what I purchase," Ivy said.  "I'm going to change right now.  Finish those cookies if you wish, I'll pick up the tray after I get back from shopping.  Just rinse those two glasses for me, okay?"

"Gotcha, and use ATMs to get cash for your purchases since no credit cards or checks are right for who you are now.  For that matter, we'll both be driving illegally, so be very careful," Harley grinned.

"As if I'm not always," Ivy replied.

"As your original self, yes," Harley responded, "but with this much younger and female body you have now, your driving habits might not be as sure as you imagine."

Poison Ivy smiled.  "Good point, I'll try to keep my mind on the driving.  I'll go see what I can find to wear, and I'll check back before I head out to get your approval."

"You, get my approval?" Query gasped.  "You've got to be kidding!"

"No, you've had a lot more experience in dressing as a woman," Ivy said seriously.

"You've got me there," Harley said as she picked up a cookie and attacked it with a passion.  She picked up the phone and punched in Barbara's number as Poison Ivy went around to the costume section.

"Gotham City Central Library, Barbara Gordon speaking."

The last bit of cookie got swallowed, then Harley cleared her throat before answering, "Hi, Babs.  Do you recognize my voice?"

"Dick, you turned into Harley again?"

"I was just a long blonde haired Harley last night, I've been the fully costumed Harley Quinn since after breakfast this morning.  Are you busy?"

"Nothing going on right now, the lunch time rush is ebbing," Babs replied.  "I take it Bruce isn't back yet and Alfred doesn't have any problem with you being in the manor as a for real woman.  The woman I used to be!"

"Last night and again so far today, Alfred has joined me by using the Nu-Gen body suit.  Until a minute or so ago, she was actually Poison Ivy.  More about that some other time.  For right now, can you tell me if Keesha Brant ever told you anything about her background?"

A worried look came to Miss Gordon's face.  She was planning on getting together with Keesha that evening right after sundown (for more intensive action on the streets as a whore, but unaware of the much more likely criminal activities), but if Dick was starting to ask about her, she'd have to pass on the advice to tread carefully.  Though her dearest black girlfriend (thanks to the very first hypnosis Keesha had done to her) had given Babs as Crystal a thorough telling of the fictitious history placed in her mind by False Face, all she told Harley was, "Only that she moved from the ghettos into the downtown area a couple of weeks before Christmas last year.  Is that any help?"

"It just backs up what scant details are in the Bat computer," Harley told her.  "Poison Ivy and I...I mean Alfred of course...we were doing some possibilities crunching.  I've got a few ideas I need to check out.  You still lookin' good for Sunday afternoon with Renee?"

"So far so good.  Check back with me again as the week transpires.  Any word about Bruce yet?"

"Just that as of early Monday evening, things were getting worse instead of better.  I'll let you know as soon as we hear anything more about the situation.  Bye, for now."

"Goodbye."  She made a kissing sound, then hung up.

Moments after the call was finished, Alfred came back around the corner looking like Pamela Isley ready to go out on the town!  She was in a knee length pale grey skirt over deep suntan pantyhose and a sleeveless white blouse with a small white purse slung over her left shoulder.  On her feet were the same sandals she'd made do with the night before, sure to be replaced on her planned shopping trip.  A pair of sunglasses with huge circular lenses was propped in her hair over her forehead.  "So how do I look?" she asked gleefully.

"Aside from the sandals which I presume will soon be history, you're dressed very nicely for a daytime shopping trip," Harley told her.  "Going braless will work to start, but for that blouse, you would look much better with a nicely fitted bra.  So besides shoes, you may want to hit Victoria's Secret or any of the department stores for lesser price and quality."

"I'm glad you approve of my clothes selection, and Victoria's Secret is just what I was thinking," Pam said, "since besides braless I'm also going commando, which if I remember from articles is the code for wearing no panties."

Harley burst out laughing upon hearing that, and then struggled to say, "With that miniskirt, going commando is awfully damned risky!  That's more like what you'd wear as a whore!"

"But not in these shoes!" the redhead giggled.  "So just watch how many bags I come back with after I get finished!"  She happily turned and headed for the garage.

As soon as Pamela was on the way, Harley went to the computer and did an address search for the name Brant.  When a large number of guys with that as a first name appeared, she restarted the search not including first names.  A few people with that as a middle name started to show up amongst all the last names, but not enough to make her want to start over again another time.  Before she found Keesha, a name with Brant as a middle name made her eyes go wide.  'Could it really be?' she wondered.  'Crystal Brant Defoe.  The name Babs had told me she used for her fake whore name was Crystal Defoe, and she'd been in contact with this Keesha person.  I wonder if maybe Babs had more contact with Keesha than she told me about.'  The address was written down.  Then a good number of lines further down she spotted Keesha's name, and what was almost unbelievable was her address right next door to Crystal.

'I think shoe shopping will have to wait,' Harley thought while starting to shut down the computer.  'Seems like I have some skulduggery to do.'

Since if for any reason the planned breaking and entering would be challenged by any members of the GCPD, it was decided to go as Dick.  The change got done only a few seconds slower than when being timed.

To keep it simple, Dick parked his car two blocks down from the building in which both Keesha and Crystal were listed.  While making his short walk the young man kept looking around for any sign of Keesha.  If indeed the next door unit was used by Babs as Crystal, he knew not to look for her because his girlfriend was still at the library.  Which wasn't to say she couldn't have left after the phone call just like he did, but that was unlikely.

The intriguing thing Dick discovered upon entering the building was that both addresses were two floors below street level.  Luckily there weren't any other people in the hallway to see him suspiciously place his ear against the door to check for any sounds inside.  Nothing at all, so it seemed maybe his guess was correct...though the owner or owners could just be out.  He fished the brought along Bat lock tools from his fanny pack and got to work on the dead bolt first, which only took a few seconds longer than the lock on the door knob.  He worked as quietly as possible just in case Keesha was at home.  Nobody came to the door he'd just jimmied, nor was anyone seen or heard next door, so Robin in mufti did a quick entry and closing of the door again.

A rapid first look around gave the young investigator the impression that the occupant didn't live there regularly.  There was no sign of day to day living, much like his own alternate place.  The most telling sign was the empty refrigerator.  The bed didn't look like it had been slept in recently, either.  A look in the closet showed one possible reason for Crystal to have the place, it was quite full of very sexy looking hooker outfits and plenty of pairs of ultra high heeled shoes and boots.  'But if Babs only played the role of Crystal back during the prostitution cutback operation, why would this place still seem to be used by her even if only as a place to change clothes?' he wondered.  'I'm going to have to ask her about this place.'  But then a realization came.  'That would be dumb, I can't let her know I was in here!'

His check of the closet was too cursory for Dick to have spotted the door leading to Candy's room.  There didn't seem to be any point in looking around any further, and he didn't wish to risk a check of Keesha's place.  A quick look out the door showed the hallway to still be empty, so the young man got out and reset the locks.  'Looks like I can go shoe shopping after all,' he thought while exiting the building.  But while walking back to the car he concluded it would be better to do it like Alfred and actually get fitted.  So instead, he headed for a disguise and costume shop frequented by himself and Bruce regularly that held good stock all year round, not just at Halloween.  There wasn't anything in particular he'd be looking for, just giving the place a check for anything new or unusual.

Unusual turned out to be the key word, for soon after entering Dick saw a lot more than the regularly seen masks on the right rear wall.  There were now a number of over the head male and female masks that at first glance seemed to have the same quality as what the guys at WayneTech had made for him and that Nu-Gen now sold.  One of the store employees who was quite familiar both to and with Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson and thought of them as avid collectors of disguise miscellania was only a few steps away, so the teen approached him.  "Hi, Louis."

"Hey, Dick.  Great to see you again," the congenial clerk replied.  "Where's Bruce?"

"He's on a short overseas trip," Dick grinned.  "He left Alfred and me to watch the manor while he's gone.  When did you guys start selling these fantastic looking masks?"

"Back around the middle of June.  Did Bruce show you the Poison Ivy costume he got here just before the Fourth of July?" Louis asked.

"Oh, so this is where he got that," Dick said while nodding.  "You mean you've got such great looking costumes that include body suits and over the head mask and wig combinations in addition to all these great masks?  Where did you get them from?"

"Have you ever heard of a company called Nu-Gen?"

"I've seen some of their ads, and read a little bit about what their body suits are supposed to be able to do after Bruce showed me that Poison Ivy one.  He's got it on a mannequin on display," Dick told him.

"We're getting these direct from the makers who also supply Nu-Gen, and that one Bruce picked up even had some of the Nu-Gen paperwork with it, it was so new.  All our current stock has our name on it.  We don't keep them on general display like the masks, we just show them to customers who ask.  Let me show you."  Louis waved toward the back corner, past the end of the mask display.

As they were passing the masks, Dick was using his imagination and putting appropriately styled and colored wigs on some.  "Marilyn Monroe...Raquel Welch...Madonna, am I guessing right?" he asked.

"Right on the money!" Louis responded.

"These sure look realistic," Dick continued.

"That's what everybody says," Louis told him.  "With good wigs, you can imagine just how much like those beautiful women a wearer with the correct body build would look.  If you could believe what Nu-Gen claims, their body suits are actually supposed to give a woman the correct body build.  No way, if you ask me, but that's what they say."

"Have you ever seen one of those body suits being worn?" Dick asked, thinking there was not a chance he was going to tell him just how well those body suits worked...and not just for women.

Louis unlocked and opened a door, saying, "Right this way, and no, but I hope to sooner or later."

There was a rack Dick saw which held what looked like a dozen or so boxes holding body suit, mask, wig and costume sets.  "We're betting these back here will be very popular when Halloween gets closer," Louis mentioned.

Dick saw another Poison Ivy, Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Star Girl, Star Sapphire, Batgirl (he made note to tell Babs), Black Canary, Circe, Power Girl, Huntress, Spoiler, Vampirella, Starfire, Cheetah, Live Wire, Maxima and Silver Banshee, along with another half dozen costumed babes he didn't recognize.  He started to wonder, 'Why is the shop ordering only females, or is their supplier only making females?  Surely good ones like these for guys would sell just as well.'  But going with what was at hand, he made his decision.  "Well, Bruce already got Ivy, one of the bad girls," he said, "so I think I'll surprise him and get Black Canary and Wonder Woman, since they're both some of the good girls.  Oh, what the heck, I may as well pick up a couple more villainesses, too.  Cheetah would go good with Wonder Woman, and Star Sapphire would be great all by herself."

Louis nodded.  "Good choices for adding to and offsetting what Bruce got."  He hadn't been working on the day Bruce bought his own copy of the Black Canary costume.

"Now I'll need to get my hands on some more mannequins," Dick replied.

"That shouldn't be any problem, especially for you.  Anything else you need?"

Dick shook his head while saying, "Can't think of anything, and I don't have the time to just browse the aisles."

"In that case, let's go ring these up for you."  Louis opened the door to let Dick out, then pulled the boxes holding his selections off the shelf and followed his customer.  While he was locking the door, Dick was taking a closer look at two masks side by side, one of Princess Diana and the other of Bridget Bardot.  He could just imagine becoming a twin of either of those European beauties, especially if body suits came with them.  His gaze broke as Louis went by headed for the register up front.

After putting in his key, Louis asked, "Charge today, I presume?"

"The card for anything like this," Dick replied as he pulled out his wallet.

While heading back to Wayne Manor, the teen wondered if Alfred as Pamela would be back yet.  He doubted it, thinking of how much fun the newly minted female would be having while shopping for lingerie and shoes.  Consideration was given to surprising her by turning into Dinah, but it got ruled out by the desire to set aside the Wonder Woman costume for her to find and then have her confront Cheetah.

Not only was the much changed butler not yet back, but Dick found the time to do a quick stripping and getting into the body suit and mask wig combination to check of how she looked as Star Sapphire, noticing that the purple gem in the tiara looked almost as great as the real power gem used by Green Lantern's beautiful foe.  While still pretending to be the super powered vixen with long black hair in pink, purple and white, she placed Black Canary's box underneath other stuff in the Bat Cave storage box to hide it for the time being.  Then the Sapphire costume got removed, and after the box for it was put with Canary's, he opened up the box holding the Cheetah costume.  As opposed to Star Sapphire with all her exposed skin, there almost seemed like there'd be no need for a body suit for this villainess.

The now eager to be costumed as a female youngster was glad they'd chosen the original fabric costumed villainess to do and not the more recent fur skinned version of her.  Body covering costume or not, the female mask did go with a body suit to give Dick the perfect body for it.  Moments later, the beautiful blonde with shoulder length hair whose name was Priscilla Rich lifted her costume from its box.  The built in very high heeled boots obviously meant that whoever put on the costume would have feet just the right size for them.  So after working her left leg into that part of the costume like putting on pantyhose, her already reshaped and resized dainty foot slipped right into the boot bottom.  With eager rapidity, her right foot and leg went in.

As the bodice got lifted up over her chest following the smoothing out over her thighs, hips and waist, it molded over Priscilla's comparatively huge breasts.  Her hands and arms went into the sleeves, to enter the built in flesh like gloves with long and deadly looking red claws.  Her hands seemed to have gained the skill to use those claws for pulling up the zipper in back.  She gathered her hair atop her head to pull the cowl down over it, then when it was correctly in position the bottom portion around her neck was smoothed under the top of the catsuit.  The only thing left was the two sets of wrist shooters, which got quickly pulled on just past her hands.  Cheetah was now set for meeting her long time enemy, and wrote a note to place on top of the box holding the Wonder Woman costume.  This was then set on the floor a few feet in front of the elevator.

The villainess then walked back to to communications section of the cave to see if anything had come in while she and Pamela had been out.  No messages were showing on either the Justice League communicator or the GCPD alert phone.  She got the computer going again, but while it was coming back to life an interesting idea came to her.  She didn't want to call the Watchtower duty desk without sounding like Dick, so when the computer came up she went to the League's special online link.  Flash was showing as being on duty at the desk.  Cheetah started the instant message.

-Wally, can you link me to Dr. Fate?-

-What, no questions about Batman?-

-If you had anything to tell me, you would have said so already.-

-Dick, you're becoming more like Bruce every day.-

-Yeah, I've matured a bit since our Teen Titans days.-

-Ha!  Hold on.-

A moment later, the following showed up on the cave's monitor.

-Robin, this is Inza.  Wally said you're trying to reach me.-

-Oh, good.  I'm glad you're Dr. Fate again now.  I need to check with Alfred when he gets back, but I think he'll go along.  Any chance you could join us here in the Bat Cave around nine tonight?-

-I should be able to.  What's up?-

-Best to tell you when you get here, but for planning purposes, there's a situation we think is developing with all the prostitutes in Gotham City which we want to investigate from the inside.  Just don't freak out when two babes greet you instead of Dick and Alfred.-

-You've got me wondering now.  Call me when Alfred, or rather, whoever she is now, gets in.  I'm at 216-849-3502.-

-Stay close to your phone, she should be back here soon.-

-Right, and let's close this messaging.-

-Done here.-

-Waiting, bye.-

Priscilla clicked on the GCPD update page to see what was going on while waiting for Pamela.  It didn't look like anything was developing that would require Robin's help, but that would more likely be during the evening hours if at all.  She killed the link, then the computer was put back to sleep.  In hopes that the shopper would be back soon, she went to hide in a spot where the Amazon could be seen and then met in surprise.

Sure enough, it was only about five minutes later when the elevator doors slid opem to reveal Pam holding a number of bags and boxes in her hands.  Luckily, none of them hid her view forward.  "Well, what do we have here?" she muttered upon crouching in her new five-inch heeled white pumps with three thin straps over her ankles on her feet.  "A Nu-Gen Wonder Woman costume?  No, there's no sign of their name on the box."  She picked up the note and read,

        Pam, I've got a lot to tell you about what I did after you
        left to go shopping.  On my way back I stopped at Pickford's
        and found a few more Nu-Gen type costumes to pick up.  If
        you look at this box, you'll see it has their name on it
        instead of Nu-Gen's.  Do me a big favor and turn into this
        super heroine, then head toward the comm section of the cave.  
        BTW, no messages at all came in while we were gone.  I'd
        sign, but I'm not Dick right now and I don't want to spoil
        the surprise.

Pamela grinned, then stacked her bags and boxes against the wall next to the elevator.  She quickly got out of the outfit put on for the trip and her new bra and panties and her sexy new shoes.  She saw that there was a body suit for the Amazon in the box, so with anticipation the mask and body suit she had been wearing was removed.  Alfred then turned into Princess Diana of the Amazons and put on first the suntan hued pantyhose.  The red bodice with its golden cups to contain her massive breasts got pulled on like a leotard, then the white starred blue shorts which weren't much more than panties got pulled on over that.  The great looking golden power belt was pulled on over her narrow waist to hide the join between the bodice and the shorts, then the two long silver colored bracelets got clipped on over her forearms.  The pair of red knee high boots with their distinctive white edgings at their tops and stripes down their fronts along with sexy spike heels got zipped on, and her feet were now in the same arches they'd been in moments before.  She placed the golden tiara with its red star up front in the hair over her forehead, then finally the golden lasso got coiled and clipped to her power belt.  No special powers obviously, but from just her looks, she was now Wonder Woman.

Alfred as the colorful heroine grinned as she walked toward the cave's communications section.  Just before she got to the seats, a motion to her right was caught by her peripheral vision.  As she turned that way, Cheetah stepped out with her right hand raised and pointing at her and her left ready to trigger the darts in her wrist shooters.  "Prepare to die, my hated Amazon foe!"

"I don't think so," Wonder Woman said as she raised her wrists in front of her face, "I'm always ready to play bullets and bracelets...or darts and bracelets in this case.  I do hope you're ready to find my golden lasso around your shoulders again so I can bring you on yet another trip to Transformation Island."

Then, as Cheetah broke down and started giggling, Wonder Woman dropped her arms back to her sides and joined by laughing with her.  "This must be something like what you and Miss Barbara were doing together on Sunday afternoon!"

"Sort of, but it was even more fascinating for Babs and I for the most part," Cheetah replied.  "I'd love to stay like this for a while, but I sent an email to Dr. Fate after Wally in the Watchtower linked me and I'm supposed to call now that you're back.  So let's both of us just get back into our Harley and Pamela identities so we can be set for a visit."

As she changed right there, Wonder Woman went back to the elevator area to do so.  Harley finished a bit quicker due to her magical mask, but only waited a bit before Pamela walked up carrying her purchaces and the Wonder Woman box.  The costume was added to the one for Cheetah and both went into the box holding all the others.  Then the youngster said, "Looks like you found a lot to purchase!"

"I got the basic bra I'm wearing...the support does feel very good, by the way...and another more racy looking one," Pamela said while placing the bags at her feet, "a half dozen panties, and instead of telling you about the shoes and boots I found other than these, I'll do a show and tell for you at some point before or after dinner."

Harley nodded, then said, "I found something on the computer just after you left that piqued my interest.  Instead of going out shoe shopping like I said, I changed back to just Dick, not all the way to Robin, and went downtown to do a bit of breaking and entering.  I-"

"WHAT?!"

"I did a name search for Brant, Keesha's last name, but got a whole bunch of guys with that as their first name," Harley explained.  "So I eliminated first names and started over.  Before I got to Keesha, I found a Brant that was a middle name for Crystal Defoe-"

Pam cut in, "Didn't you tell me that was the name Miss Barbara was using earlier this year when she was pretending to be a prostitute?"

"Yes, and now I'm wondering about her just pretending," Harley replied.  "The address for Crystal Brant Defoe is right next door to Keesha, so that's what I wanted to go and take a look through.  I didn't think it would be as easy to look in Keesha's place, so I just checked Crystal's.  They're two floors below street level, and while I've got no proof Babs is the one at that address, it didn't look like anyone was actually living in it.  The fridge was empty and the bed didn't look slept in, but the closet was chock full of hooker outfits, shoes and boots.  I need to think of some way to ask Babs if she's still working the streets.  What I did get an idea for is how either both of us or just myself could take a look for Keesha and maybe Crystal on the street tonight."

"I think I'd like to help, but what does your idea entail?" Pam asked.

"I got in touch with Dr. Fate since Zatanna is with Bruce," Harley started, "and I want her-"

"Her?"

"Yes, Inza is back to being Dr. Fate again," Harley grinned.  "I want her to change me or both of us into ultra sexy sluts to be able to fit right in amongst the hookers to see if Keesha's around, and maybe Crystal, too."

"If we both did that it would be safety in numbers, so to speak," Pam opined, "but it would leave no one here if any important calls come in."

"I rather doubt any crimes committed tonight would be intense enough for them to want Robin's help; most of the super villains seem to leave week nights alone," Harley replied.  "Judging by what we got told Monday night, it seems unlikely anything more will be coming from the League about Bruce.  But if either type of call does come in, they'll get saved for us just like any normal phone calls do.  So what do you think, are you up for getting even sexier than you are right now and playing the role of a way more than merely wanton whore and nymphomaniac promiscuous prostitute tonight?"

"I suppose if you're willing and actually seeming to be wanting to do that," Pam told her, "I can do it too."

"Thanks!  So hang on a sec while I call Inza."  Harley picked up the phone and punched in the number Inza had given her.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Inza, this is Dick on the phone now instead of a computer message.  But as you can tell from my voice, I'm not exactly Dick right now."

"That's pretty obvious!  So I presume Alfred's back, also with a female voice.  Instead of coming at nine tonight, how would you like for me to come right this instant?"

"I hadn't planned on getting changed until later on," Harley said, "but I suppose we both could put up with going the rest of the afternoon, dinner and early evening as we've been changed by you."  Pamela nodded.  "So go ahead and zap yourself here like Zee usually does."

"Goodbye."

"And hello!" Dr. Fate said as she came into view next to them in the Bat Cave.  "So I think I recognize Pamela Isley in plain street clothes instead of her leafy costume who must really be Alfred, and you must really be Dick, but who are you?" she said to the young woman hanging up the phone.

"You're familiar with Joker's assistant, Harley Quinn?" she answered.

Inza was pulling off her golden helmet to expose her face and short blonde hair as she said, "Yes, but not unmasked which I presume is how you are at this moment."

Harley nodded.  "You may find this hard to believe, but until this past Sunday afternoon, Batgirl was also Harley Quinn.  You do know her identity like you know mine and Bruce's?"

"Yes, she's Barbara Gordon, the daughter of your city's police commissioner."

"Good, so anyway, at a Halloween costume party two and half years ago, Babs was there with Renee Montoya...do you know who she is?"  Inza nodded.  "Renee and Babs got captured by Joker and had magical masks and wigs placed over their heads which transformed Babs into Harley for real and Renee into the super villainess, powerful witch called Conjura.  By chance I uttered the phrase which Joker used to release them from their villainess roles so they could get back to their normal lives when I was with Babs just before our day full of costume fun this past Sunday afternoon.  Babs wanted me to take the Harley mask and wig along with the Harley Quinn costume off her hands, so they're mine now, without any compulsion to act as the villainess Babs had become.  We went over to Renee's place afterward to tell her about Babs, and that set her free from being both Conjura and the whore named Sylvia Fastner.  Her Conjura outfit is in the Bat Cave now since I'm planning on having Bruce as Conjura  and me as Harley Quinn give a good surprise to Joker the next time he calls for his girl.  I still need to get back to Renee to get Sylvia's stuff."

"Thanks for all this info!  As another magic wielder, I've been really fascinated with all things Conjura has been doing for the past couple of years and I haven't been able to find out the least bit of information about her.  Now I know why!  Have you heard anything more about what the situation is with Bruce, Kal, Diana, Zee and Hal?" Inza asked.

"I imagine we're either just as much in the dark about that as you, or possibly more in the dark since you're at least a full member of the League," Pam said.

"I haven't heard a thing, other than it's not going well for them," Inza replied.  "Kal made it quite clear he wanted as few people to know what's going on as possible, so other than those on his team, nobody in the League has any idea what's happening."

"So even though Alfred is now a true female twin of Pamela Isley thanks to the Nu-Gen body suit he's wearing, but time limited, and I'm a female until I say the key words that turn my hair and face back into a wig and mask," Harley said, "I'm hoping you'll use your magic to turn us both into very beautiful but ultra slutty, can't get enough wanton whores so we can infiltrate the prostitutes downtown later tonight.  I also hope the magic will prevent us from getting pregnant or fall prey to any sexually transmitted diseases."

"The way I understand it," Inza said, nodding, "Gotham City has found itself awash in very brazen hookers who do their thing a lot further afield than their usual streets downtown.  Did I read it correctly that some young black woman ran out all the pimps and is now running things all on her own as their madam while being a prolific hooker herself?"

"That covers it broadly," Harley said.  Then she gave Inza some more detailed background and the theories they'd come to calling for the night's activities.

Dr. Fate looked pensive for a moment as her mind began putting two and two together, adding pi and obtaining the root function...or in other words, doing the detective work the junior member of the Dynamic Duo should have done on his own.  "Did you say that Batgirl had a very powerful hypnotic gem that was part of her Hypnotia costume which she transferred to her Batgirl costume's utility belt?"

"Yes, first it took over my mind briefly, then when we did the Batgirl and Poison Ivy costume swap, it got to her since I was wearing it," Harley told her.

"She only said that Hypnotia costume was given to her by a friend, without mentioning who?" Inza inquired.

"Correct," Harley answered.  "I know I should have pressed her for more information, but I guess in the midst of all the costume fun we were having, that didn't come to mind."

The blue and gold garbed magical heroine was silent for another moment, then said, "Let's backtrack a little bit.  Batgirl was working undercover with that GCPD anti-prostitution task force, and came into contact with the black madam who was starting to run things.  You think she used to be Catwoman, transformed by False Face, and you want me to transform you both so you can more closely check her out."

"That's right," Harley replied.

Inza nodded.  "Now then, there have been a number of crimes committed, or at least attempted, by black villainesses.  Let's suppose that after False Face changed Selina, he also gave her some kind of special mask, body suit and costume system to become those villainesses.  And worse, while the undercover Batgirl was close to her, the changed Selina used some kind of power to place her under her spell.  This could explain your supposition that Barbara is still actively being a prostitute using the Crystal Defoe name.  So to make sure you both don't also fall under her control, an additional part of the protections in your transformation will be a way to keep your minds from falling under someone else's control."

"That's a great analysis of the situation," Pamela mentioned.

"And thanks for the idea of keeping our minds free from outside control," Harley added.

"You know," Inza mused, "I was thinking after our messaging earlier that what you were asking me to do was more like the kind of thing Zee does a lot.  But since both of you are already females, changing you from one form to another isn't all that odd.  Alfred, the time limit on your body suit is going to be extended completely, only starting from the beginning after you turn back into this form.  In your changed form, you'll be a woman thanks to magic, with no hitches.  Dick, you'll also be a magically formed woman and will stay that way until changed back to Harley.  Besides your incredibly sexy and immune from pregnancy and STDs bodies, I intend to put you into the super sexy outfits you'll be wearing to start your night as young black women with no respect for laws and morals and who are utterly promiscuous, slutty whores.  Are you both truly ready to do this?"

"Yes," Pamela said.

"Eagerly looking forward to doing it!" Harley said.

Dr. Fate's magic was a lot more efficient than Zatanna's.  No words, forward or backward, were needed to be spoken.  She just thought what was wanted, and it happened.

On the seat next to the phone was Racine Heywood, a truly gorgeous and very shapely twenty-year-old black woman with waist length, corn rowed black hair.  As beautiful as she was, the makeup on her face advertised her as a promiscuous and slutty as sin whore.  A bright red bra top that didn't do much to conceal her huge breasts was matched with the red skirt that was so short her neatly trimmed black bush was plainly visible while seated since for good reason she was going commando.  Contrasting with the red was a thin black belt and knee high black boots that had ten-inch heels and three-inch platforms.  Her black purse with its shoulder strap was sitting on the counter next to the phone.

Standing where Pamela Isley had been was Georgia Carter, even more beautiful than Racine but at the same time even more heavily made up to make it obvious her nineteen-year-old cocoa hued body was intended for but one purpose.  Her shoulder length hair was white as snow and wavy in style.  She had a shiny black tube top over her exotic dancer sized breasts, with nothing more than a glorified black panty covering her crotch.  A tiny purple purse was strung over her left shoulder, and she was in thigh high white boots to balance her hair.  There were no platforms under her feet, but they were very highly arched due to the seven-inch stiletto heels.  She and Racine had the same working heel heights, and thanks to the magic spell, both girls would find standing, walking and running in them to be just as easy as if they'd been wearing sneakers.

After first the two new black whores looked at each other, then down upon their own bodies, Racine said, "I'd been thinking we were going to be turned into slutty white whores, but now that I think of it, as black sistas we'll fit in even better!"

"I wonder if you were reading my mind, Inza.  I was presuming we'd become black sistas," Georgia added.

"I didn't do any mind reading, I just figured that as black whores you'd be able to assimilate best," Inza said.  "Now you're ready to fit right in with all the other sluts downtown.  You have your new identities embedded in your minds, but still know who you really are even though you won't be able to tell anyone, including each other, that you're someone else.  And consider me to sort of be your fairy godmother.  Just like Cinderella, you have to come back here.  But since midnight is way too early for working whores, the change back time is two in the morning.  I obviously can't be here at that time, so just make sure you're both here in the Bat Cave at two.  The magic will be undone and you'll both turn back, but this is important and I can't stress it enough, you have to here in the cave at two.  Also, there isn't a converted pumpkin in the garage, but you'll find the sports cars listed on the registrations in your purses.  Have fun, girls!"

The pair of whores were suddenly all by themselves.

"I guess we should go upstairs and fix a light dinner," Racine said as she slung her purse over her right shoulder (Inza had made her left handed) while standing.  "It's going to be a long night!"

"Let's hope it's long enough to find our boss!" Georgia said as they both headed for the elevator.  "I guess I'll have to show you all the new shoes and boots I got tomorrow," she added.  "The knowledge of who I am now let's me be aware of all the size information for my incredibly built body and size six feet.  So all the shoes and boots I got won't fit my feet until I change back.  Inza gave me such a fantastic body, and I just know I'm sexy as hell!"

"That you are!" Racine said while pressing the elevator button.  As the doors started to slide open she said, "My feet are size six, also.  I don't know about you," she added as they stepped in, "but my body is craving rampant sex so strongly I'm almost ready to skip eating and head to the garage for a much earlier start."

"I had that same thought and craving," Georgia replied, "but since we're on the way up now, let's get that bite to eat."

Georgia was surprised to see Racine eagerly heading straight for the kitchen after they got out of the elevator.  Apparently she was an avid cook and food preparer in this identity Dr. Fate had provided.  Georgia watched as two salads started to get tossed, and with nothing to do for the moment she reached into her purse.  After digging through a lot of condoms and diaphragms, as if any of those were going to get used, she pulled out her wallet.  Besides that vehicle registration Inza had mentioned, she wanted to see the drivers license.  The newly minted whore's mind had been telling her that this wasn't where she really lived.  Sure enough, both forms of ID showed the downtown condo she knew to be her true home, where she'd be working her Johns and living from day to day at other times.  She figured that had to have been set up as a cover for who she was now and would disappear at 2 AM.

"Hey, Racine.  I know you can't check your purse right now the same way I just did," Georgia mentioned, "but do you have the same thing for your new identity that I do, a condo downtown in which you live and use its bedroom for turning tricks?"

Racine turned and smiled while saying, "Yes, which I guess is what Inza gave us so everything will be beyond question if we get into any discussions with any of the other hookers, Keesha in particular.  What kind of dressing do you want?" she asked while placing the bowl full of greens on the table in front of Georgia.

"Ranch," Georgia said right away.  While she loved Ranch, Alfred abhorred it.  This was going to be an interesting night, she just knew.

Talk over salad was all about sex, and after they finished Racine said, "No point in waiting here until later tonight.  Let's leave and get going to our homes to get psyched and ready for a lot of action tonight!"

"Just what I was thinking," Georgia said.  "We must not be very good friends, because I don't know where you live.  So let's get each other's addresses in case they're needed before we leave."  She wrote hers on a piece of scrap paper for Racine, who did the same for her.  Their places were only two blocks away from each other, and very close to the building in which Keesha lived.

"I wonder why Inza set us up this way," Racine said.  "The only thing I can imagine is that being separate from each other would look better to any of our sistas.  Hey, to have some record of this more tangible than what will be our memories of it, let's take each other's picture before we go."  She went to the dining room's hutch drawer and pulled out the digital camera.  A couple of zoomed in close ups of Georgia were taken, following which the magnification was reduced to take some head to toe vertical images.  Georgia did some really sexy poses for those!

The camera was handed to Georgia, who did the same for the even sexier posing Racine.  Then they both took a look at the pint sized images now saved in the camera.  Full sized prints were going to look incredible!  Racine put the camera on the kitchen counter top and said, "So I presume I'll see you a bit later out on the streets."  Without a care, she left to head for the garage.

Georgia collected the dishes and rinsed them in the sink, then made her own way to the garage.  Her crotch was demanding to be filled.

Both Racine and Georgia got pleasantly surprised when, after arriving at their respective downtown homes, they discovered how well stocked their closets were thanks to Inza's magic.  For Racine, it was almost an echo of what she'd seen in Crystal's place.  Plenty of fresh, ultra sexy clothes to change into as whatever was being worn got dirty and sweaty.

About an hour after the girls got settled and started to really feel at home in their new digs, Barbara Gordon got home from the library.  Right away she got out of her very basic work clothes, turned into Crystal, then got into some really sexy attire including her black ballet toe boots.  She caught the news, fixed a light meal, then watched game shows until just before 8.  She picked up her phone and hit Keesha's number.

Both the timing and her caller ID told Keesha who'd be phoning, so to check for Barbara or Crystal she answered by saying, "Hi, I almost missed you.  I was late getting out of the dungeon, we had a great session going all afternoon and into the early evening."

"I hope you'll let me join you as another black hooker and do a lot of tricks tonight," Crystal replied.

She heard the right voice, so Keesha said, "That's what I'm planning, as soon as you get down here."

"I'll be leaving as soon as I hang up," Crystal told her.  "But I want to tell you right away that we might have to be more careful than usual tonight and nights to come, especially you.  Even though Batman isn't around, Robin was asking me at work today for information about you.  I just told him your basic story as given to me in the beginning before I got to know you a lot better."

"Thanks for letting me know.  I'm pretty sure the Dynamic Duo saw me as Mistress Belladonna at the dungeon that night we had Loomis in our clutches.  Get into your black mask and body suit as soon as you get here and then we'll talk some more before going out and hitting the streets."

"I will, and I should be there in about ten minutes or so.  Bye."

"Goodbye."

Crystal grabbed her purse and shut off everything, then raced down and out to head for her other home.

As usual, when she passed Keesha's door Crystal tapped it with her special code and said, "I'm here, and I'll be over in a couple of minutes after I change from a sexy white prostitute to an ultra sultry black whore."

There were no plans for needing Candy's personality, at least not to start, so Keesha said, "Great, I'll see you in a little while."

Crystal found no evidence of Dick's breaking in earlier as she unlocked and entered her closer to the night time activities place.  With anticipatory haste she got out of her current sexy attire, then put a wig cap over her hair.  She opened up the special door within her closet to access the space reserved for her black body suit, and while pulling its head mask on thought, 'I'll have to ask Keesha if she can help me come up with a new name to use while I'm such a stunningly sexy sista.'  The black shoulder length wig was placed over it, then to complete herself the body suit got pulled on.  When the neck of it and the mask were smoothed together, Crystal was once again the hot to trot and ultra sexy black whore she loved to be.

Since plans were for going out on the streets with her friend, Crystal got into some really daring clothing.  A black vinyl pair of shorts not much bigger than panties got pulled on to cover her crotch, then a matching bra top was placed over her massive tits that left most of her upper aureolae still visible and let her big nipples poke out.  From the outer edges of her breasts a halter strap went over her shoulders to tie behind her neck.  Where her torso and arms were so exposed, her legs got contrasted by zipping on tightly a pair of shiny black thigh high boots with four-inch platforms and eleven-inch stiletto heels.  Now towering almost a foot higher, she left her special room and closed it up just in case, then stopped at her bedroom dressing table to put on some really enticing, exotic and severe hooker makeup.  Satisfied that she'd enhanced her natural black beauty to an incredible degree, she left the unit proper to go next-door to Keesha's place.

The special knock brought an opening of the door by Keesha decked out in bright candy apple red nearly as body exposing as Crystal's outfit.  Her boots were only knee high and with no platforms, but had full seven-inch heels to match her partner's severe arch.  This left the madam's assistant standing a few inches higher than her, and she said, "You look really awesome in that minimal black outfit and super sexy boots.  So you said Robin was asking for information about me earlier today?"

"Yes, he seemed to be hunting for some kind of background info," Crystal replied.  "I don't know why, but like I said, I didn't give him any more than you've told the police and the press."

"That's good, and just in case the Boy Wonder comes downtown looking for me tonight, he'll find me easily but there's no way he'd know you're with me since you're so different and much more enjoyable to be with as the sexy black sista you've become."

"Speaking of that, I'd hate to think of having him nearby and hearing you call me Crystal.  I'd love to hear some suggestions from you as to a new name I could use."

'No way can I let her also use Candy,' Keesha thought.  She gave it a few seconds, then said, "I know, how does Beryl sound?"

"That seems like a name a girl either black or white could use," Crystal replied.  "Since it's so uniform sounding, it'll be perfect!  So from now on, I'll be Barbara as the redhead I live as most of the time, Crystal as the white whore I'll be in transit, and Beryl when I've become the slutty black hooker I just love to be.  Not that it really matters, but I would figure my name is spelled Beryl, is that what you're thinking?"

"Precisely," Keesha told her.  "Since your identity as Beryl is more or less hidden, let's not worry about making up any IDs for you...oh, wait.  I suppose we'll have to make up some ID's just in case you get picked up by any of the cops.  I think using Crystal's address should suffice.  So sometime when you get a chance, we'll head for a certain ID maker I know down the street."

"No chance for tonight, I presume," Beryl said, "or you'd have suggested that."

"I'll call him tomorrow and make a reservation for you," Keesha said, "for your full name as Beryl Franks.  Does that last name seem easy enough to remember even if it doesn't get used a lot?"

"Sure, no problem at all," Beryl acknowledged.

"Good, so I'll give him all the data for it," Keesha explained, "then how about planning for Friday night to get your picture taken?"

"I'll try to do that, thanks," Beryl told her.  "So we still have a bit of time before it gets dark.  Wanna go out and see if there are any guys looking for some pussy early in the evening?"

"Sure, why not.  Let's keep our eyes open for a certain Boy Wonder."

The two gorgeous hookers left then, at almost exactly the same time Racine and Georgia left their own respective abodes.

Thanks to the proximity of their own two places to each other in addition to Keesha's and the fact that not very many other prostitutes were out trying for business yet, Georgia first came upon Racine and then they both spotted Keesha.  Side by side the two investigative whores approached the hooker who was the primary reason they'd become whores themselves.  An interesting aspect of the personalities with which Inza had provided them was that while the guys still inside were interested in observing the silver haired beauty, the young women they now were had a very deep desire to partake in the oldest profession prolifically.  For the moment though, their original personalties held sway.  Racine stopped them about a hundred feet away from their target and the other truly beautiful but just as heavily made up as themselves black girl who was at her side.

There didn't seem to be a whole lot to be gotten from this first and super quick sighting of their goal, as all four of the girls were seemingly doing the same thing - advertising themselves to potential buyers.  But things were more similar than Racine and Georgia could imagine, as there was a low volume conversation going on between Keesha and Beryl concerning the two beautiful black girls neither of them had ever seen before.  This had them as interested as Keesha was to the new pair.  "Undercover cops like the ones I was working with seven months ago, maybe?" Beryl asked.

"Possibly," Keesha answered after trying to entice a driver going by, "but I know most if not all of the female cops by now, and none look anything like those two beauties."

"Just plain great looking hookers freshly moved to our area, then?" Beryl suggested.

"That's my guess," Keesha replied.  "Shall we go introduce ourselves?"

"Might as well," Beryl said, "the business seems nonexistent so far."

Racine and Georgia watched as Keesha and the other girl started walking in their direction.  "Well, let's see how this works out," Racine said softly.  "Interesting that they're coming to us instead of the other way around."

"Hello, ladies," Beryl said as she and Keesha came almost nose to nose with the two new girls.  "My name is Beryl Franks, and I'd like you to meet Keesha Brant.  She runs things for all the hookers here.  Are you both new to this area?"

"I just moved in from Detroit," Georgia offered.  "My name is Georgia Carter, and as you can imagine, things are pretty bleak in the motor city right now.  I found an apartment not far from here over on 52nd Street."

"Hi, my name's Racine Heywood, and I just met Georgia about fifteen minutes ago.  My own place is only two blocks from hers, and we spotted each other while headed here.  I came here from Baltimore two weeks ago and I was trying to make it just as a waitress.  But one of the girls on my shift suggested investing in some sexy clothes and taking advantage of my good body.  But nothing seems to be working for either of us yet.  Does everything here in Gotham City in this line of work just happen after the sun goes down?  We were both wondering if any of the other girls we'd see could get us in touch with their pimps so we could really get started."

"You two must really be new to Gotham," Keesha said.  "I drove out all the pimps six months ago, so now all the girls here like having me as their working madam.  She didn't say so while introducing us both to you, but Beryl is more important than you might think.  She's my most trusted and closest assistant.  Can I get you both to join us in my place for a few minutes to get you into my system?"

"That seems like a great way to get started," Racine replied, "off the street and able to chat easily inside.  So how far away are you?"

"Only a few blocks from here," Keesha said, "that way."  She pointed.

"That's the same direction we came from," Georgia said, "we must not be very far from you.  I'd love to go in and find out how to work for you and with the other girls."

"Beryl, would you like to join us, or stay out here and keep trying?" Keesha asked.

"I'll go with you three," she replied.  "I've got a feeling it's not going to get busy out here for a little while yet.  Besides, I know it won't take long and I might be able to help."

"In that case, let's go!" Keesha said with great enthusiasm.  "Ladies, this way."  She and Beryl started heading back, with Racine and Georgia right behind them.

Moments later, the four entered the building Racine had been in a number of hours earlier while in her original white male body.  Now as an utterly gorgeous and incredibly sexy looking black female, she was going to be ushered into the unit she'd considered breaking into before.

As the girls were entering Keesha's place, the two who'd never been inside before were impressed by how nice it looked.  Compared to what she'd seen inside Crystal's place next-door, Racine thought this one seemed very luxurious.

Right away, Keesha said, "Welcome to my humble abode.  Before we sit to talk, let me show you both how much I've got to choose from in my closet."  All three of her guests started to follow behind the silver haired black beauty, but before they got more than a few steps, she stopped and motioned for Beryl to come close to her side.  So as not to be understood by her two new guests, she softly whispered, "I'm going to get them separated inside.  Whichever one gets with you, keep her occupied while I hypnotize the other girl to become another masked and body suited super villainess.  After I get her headed out, I'll get back to you to do her partner."

"You don't want me to get my own Lady Hypnotica gem and save you a step?" Beryl asked.

"No, just keep her busy while I'm at work," her boss replied.

In answer, Beryl just grinned wickedly.

The expedition then resumed, with her three guests following Keesha into her bedroom.  Just before grabbing the handle of her closet door, the scheming mask mistress told them, "Like I was suggesting to Beryl just before we came in, this is a really huge walk-in closet, but it's a lot bigger in length that it is in depth.  It could get pretty crowded if we stay in one big group.  So how about if while I show one of you my super sexy outfits at this end, Beryl takes the other one down to the other end to check out my big shoes and boots collection?"

Right away, Georgia grinned and said, "I'd like very much to check out all your footwear first."

"Does that sound good for you, Racine?" Keesha asked, "To stick with me and check out all my clothes?"

The gorgeous black whore who was really Dick Grayson grinned and said, "Staying with you was what I was hoping for."

"In that case, stay close by me," Keesha replied.  "Beryl, take Georgia down to the other end."

The stunningly beautiful and very wicked black villainess and whore's madam who until just after Thanksgiving the year before had been Selina Kyle opened up her closet door and turned right after flipping on the light switch.  Racine followed her for a few steps, already awed by all the ultra sexy clothing on the hangers.  With Georgia right behind her, the now oh so pleased to be a stunningly sexy black whore who until early January had only been Barbara Gordon just pretending went in and turned left.  Those two went about thirty feet down, and after becoming enmeshed amongst all the very high heeled and exotically sexy footwear, they found themselves quite isolated from Keesha and Racine.

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