It took all of Lulabelle's willpower and focus to avoid unleashing all her wickedness upon her prisoners, especially Lana Lang and Cat Grant. How DARE those two cows try to steal Clark away from the Kryptonite Queen? Wasn't it obvious that Superman was meant to be her boi-bride? Her submissive, simpering sensual--
"GAAHHHH!"
She tried to focus, tried to focus on herself. She was Lois Lane, not--
"So, what is going to happen to us?" Lana asked.
"Silence, bitch! How dare you think you deserve to steal my boi away from me!" Lulabelle screamed. "Be grateful I let you keep your pitiful life! Perhaps if it pleases me, I will use your face as my pillow! Does that seem appropriate, that you will spend your time with your face against my royal rear? I will make you -- I mean, shut-up. Just shut-up. This will be over soon."
"What is going on?" Superman asked as he entered the room.
"Superman, thank god!" Kryptonite Queen said. "I need your help."
"You need to release your prisoners!"
"But it's me, I'm Lois!"
"I don't know what your scheme is, but isn't not going to work."
Lulabelle felt confusion and rage rise in her. Why didn't he recognize her? After all she'd done for him!
* * *
"Ow!" Mad Hatter said as Madame Fledermaus pricked his penis with a small needle.
"Sorry, when I said I would not transform you, I meant I would not save for some small alteration to make you a little more... manly," Madame said.
Mad Hatter moaned as his cock swelled in size.
"In our house, we need all de men to have big throbbin' man-meat an' know what to do with it," Robin said.
"Now, why don't you relax in the back seat, and show Mud Bath and Sexy Snake what you can do."
The two transformed villains squealed in delight as a confused Mad Hatter sat in the back, and soon they were squirming all over him.
"I'll make sure to introduce you all to Alfred as well," Madame said. "I encourage every one to use my slave in every way they desire. He appreciates the attention."
Then the Batmobile drove off.
* * *
Joker was plotting his next scheme, looking at some color designs online for the right look in his crime, when suddenly a screen popped-up.
"What the devil is this?" he laughed.
* * *
Madame Fledermaus was lost in thought as she drove the Batmobile back towards her headquarters.
Beside her Robin squirmed his big ass around his dildo while stroking his big black cock, and behind them Mud Bath and Sexy Snake were enjoying Mad Hatter's now much bigger member.
But Madame Fledermaus couldn't help thinking about all of Batman's old loves -- Vicki Vale, Talia, even people he had possessed feelings for, but never expressed, such as Wonder Woman and Zatanna. How the poor dears were so unhappy and needed some help letting out their inner selves. Especially poor, poor Catwoman.
Suddenly he stopped the car with a jerk, causing Sexy Snake to squeak in surprise and roll off of Mad Hatter.
"What's up, boss?" Robin asked.
"I see Catwoman on top of a building."
"Want us teach her a lesson?"
"I'll do it myself." Madame Fledermaus got out of the car. "Drive these bitches home."
"Sho' thing, boss."
The former Batman fired his grappler and flew up. He felt kind of bad that it had taken him so long to realize what Catwoman needed. The poor thing had been robbing for a desperate need for attention, because she deseperately needed Madame Fledermaus to chase her, catch her, dominate her. Turn her into what she wanted to be deep down: a sexy pampered pussycat. Someone who had no purpose in life save eating, sleeping, meowing, and licking.
Madame Fledermaus would take good care of Selina. She would make such a delightful pet.