Starfire and Beast Boy arrived in the woods to find only Nightwing and Batgirl's abandoned bikes.
"How odd," Starfire said. "I would have thought they would have stayed here."
"Yeah, weird," her companion said.
"Beast Boy, can you try to smell them out."
"Sure thing, big orange mamma!"
He turned into a green bloodhound and started sniffing around. Starfire sighed. Sometimes she found him funny, but other times Beast Boy just seemed so annoying.
* * *
"Here you are, Fatso! Welcome to Quinn Manor!"
Fatso yawned and opened her eyes and stumbled out of the truck to find herself at Quinn Manor.
A stern Alfred was there in a tuxedo and a stern Harley Quinn was there in a smoking jacket and red slacks, puffing on a pipe and looking rather like a young, female Hugh Hefner.
"Where have you been, Fatso?" Harley said.
"Um... I'm sorry, M-Master Quinn," Fatso mumbled. "I jus'--"
"Oh, I don't want to hear about it. Just get your giant ass inside and get dressed. There's a whole bunch of work for you to do."
"Yes 'm."
"Alfred!"
He grabbed Fatso's thick arm and pulled her in.
The rough treatment was making sense to the former Nightwing. After all, there was a strict hiearchy in the mansion. At the top was Harley Quinn, of course, then her fiancee Pamela. Then Alfred was the head of the servants, then there were other people like Fatso, the cook, and the pet hyenas Bud and Lou.
Fatso smiled. It really showed how much Master Quinn respected her that she was considered to have the same authority as the beloved pets! Then at the bottom, of course, was Jojo and Batsy. But even though sometimes Fatso had to be strict with them, like giving their bubble butts a big wallop if they were caught playing with each other instead of working, she did love them. She loved them like her own daughters, and as Quinn Manor's cook, Fatso even sometimes cooked special treats for her two extra-special bimbettes.
"There's going to be plenty of food to be made for my wedding," Harley said, "and I'll work your tits off if I have to getting everything perfect. But... I like to think I'm a fair and considerate boss. Alfred can fuck your huge dripping cunt before you get to work and then stick a nice zucchini into it so you get to feel a little more full when you're cooking.
"Ooooo, thank you, Master Quinn! Yer so good tah me!"
"Yeah, I know. Well, we know how the floor gets if your twat is unplugged."
* * *
Madame Penguin looked sternly from behind her monocle at the two bimbettes. The drag queen idly stroked an umbrella in his hand, and both Jojo and Batsy glanced nervously at the object, for they knew if they made a mistake, it could easily land on their poor backsides.
"I hear you two will have a busy time at the wedding -- serving drinks, being flower girls, being gang-banged after the ceremony."
The two squirmed a little; that was the part they looked forward to the most.
"But you are also going to be putting on a stylish little dance to show everyone how much you love each other and Master Quinn, and am I to help you practice for that. You better do a good job."
He slapped the umbrella hard against the wall, causing the two bimbettes to jump in shock.