"Mmm, doesn't that look much nicer?" Duchess cooed as she applied some lipstick and blush to Batman's plastic face. "Isn't this so much better than fighting villains in yucky sewers and on drafty rooftops? Isn't this so much nicer than getting your bones broken in horrid fights? Isn't it so relaxing to give up all responsibilities and let someone else take charge?"
Inside his head, Batman moaned. Yes, being Batman had been like a millstone around his neck -- so much stress and misery, never a chance to rest. So much responsbility to shoulder; it had felt like it was crushing him. So nice to give up all that responsibility, all that control. Let someone else take charge, float on this beautiful, pink femininity.... No! He was Batman! He was a hero! The hero with the greatest brain, the greatest willpower... the greatest work, greatest heartbreak.... He needed to focus! People were depending on him!
"Mmmm, when I'm done with you, you'll be as pretty as a Disney princess," Duchess cooed as she painted the mannequin's nails.
A Disney princess! Eeeeeeee!! Those were the best kinds!
Mad Hatter grinned as he sensed Batman's brain loving this feminizing more and more. Yes, this was a good game! And a game he'd play with many more people!
"Isn't it better to relax and let this all flow over you, dear?" Duchess said. Then she leaned forward and whispered in Batman's ear. "Just like I've let it flow over me. Can't you recognize me? Who I was before Mr. Hatter showed me how much nicer being the Duchess could be?" She giggled excitedly.
"Well, it's going pretty well, isn't, Hatter?"
The Mad Hatter smiled at his associate - Winslow P. Schott, the Toyman.
"Yes, your toy tech and my computer-control genius, a match mad in heaven," the Hatter chuckled. "So, have you learned what you needed to use something like this on Superman?"
"I think I'll stick around a little longer," Toyman grinned. "I'll watch how this plays out first before returning to Metropolis for my own game."
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