"All done with your pretty hair, Jimmi-Doll!" Lana-Doll chirped, smiling down at the excited little doll. She spun her newest sister in servitude around for her to see the fruits of the brunette doll's labor.
What Jimmi-Doll saw caused a rush of pleasure to surge through her plastic body. Lana-Doll had made short work of styling Jimmi-Doll's wild hair into utter perfection. She had combed, flat-ironed and spritzed the unruly locks until they looked nearly identical to Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll's chin-length, bob-style hair with their thick shelf of bangs. The hair shimmered in the light of the room and Jimmi-Doll couldn't help but twist to see how the light caught her copper-toned locks.
"I look perfect!" Jimmi-Doll cooed, turning her head to gaze up in utter rapture at Lana-Doll, "Like, thank you, Lana-Doll!"
'I look sooooooo pretty!' Jimmy thought inside his plastic head. His inner dialogue had taken on the same high-pitched, feminine tone as his coo to Lana-Doll. There was a fading part of him that was alarmed by this, 'Must...try...to...fight... Warn...Supermannnn...."
"You're welcome, Jimmi-Doll!" Lana-Doll exclaimed, "Now you need pretty makeup to go along with your pretty hair!"
"Yessss!" Jimmi-Doll squealed.
'Pretty, pretty makeup!' Jimmy squealed inside his plastic head.
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"Dick!" Batgirl whined out, when she saw Nightwing making his way over to a side room. Her hands shot up to her temples and massaged them. Her head was pounding, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you see it, Barbara?" Nightwing whispered, turning to face her. He then pointed ominously toward the room, his breathing and voice was so labored. Beads of sweat had visibly formed on his forehead and dripped down his face, "This room. It's so dusty! It's filthy!"
"Dick, what the hell are you talking about?" Barbara Gordon snapped. Her eyes then softened and she turned to look at the female Joker mannequin. She hissed back to Dick Grayson, "We don't have time for that right now! Don't you see that this pretty, pretty mannequin needs to be polished!?!?"
Both the numbing pain of both Batgirl and Nightwing's headaches seemed to subside as fantasies of submission and servitude filled their addled minds.
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From his second-story window where he could see the whole crazed scene play out, the Mad Hatter watched and listened intently to all that went on beneath him in Gotham Square. The mob had reached a fever-pitch and he smiled his wide, demented smile that he had built in the invisible shield around Princess Batsy. It was a idea, like all of his brilliant ideas. If he had simply allowed his sweet princess' mob to form around her they would have torn the lovely little mannequin to shreds. Instead, they kept their distance and his brilliance was rewarded by Princess Batsy's endless inner monologue, delighted that everyone who laid eyes on her adored her.
He then saw a news van pull up. His crazed eyes grew wide with excitement and he burst out in more and more hearty laughter.
"Um, boss," one of his muscular, yet dim-witted goons dressed like Tweedledum and Tweedledee turned to him with a confused look on his face, "You sure you want the news covering this? What about unwanted guests?"
"Oh, Tweedledummy, we have unwanted guests at Tetch Manor right now and my delightful Duchess and captivating Countess are handling the troublesome trespassers," the Mad Hatter grinned, "I think Vicki Vale, the intrepid little reporter, is going to cover the story of her life. Unfortunately for her, my neural pulse doesn't work over the airwaves. Why, I daresay people watching at home will think she's gone mad!"
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Meanwhile, down below in Gotham Square, Vicki's cameraman got out of the van and was perplexed by the mob that had assembled around a little 'Alice' mannequin.
"What the fuck?" he asked himself, as he scanned the crowd for where Vicki Vale had gone to. He rolled his eyes and called her cell.
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"That's it. Hold still now," Lois-Lane purred, bending down at the waist as she applied more and more makeup to Jimmi-Doll's face. Thick coats of mascara were applied to Jimmi-Doll's already extra-long eyelashes, followed by eyeliner to make her big doll eyes appear even larger. Lois-Doll dusted Jimmi-Doll's cheeks with circular dusting of blush, and finally, the redheaded doll's full pouty lips were painted with pink shiny lipstick. All the while, Lana-Doll painted Jimmi-Doll's fingernails pink to match her makeup.
"Yes, pretty makeup for a pretty doll," Lois-Doll smiled, "Isn't that nice?"
"Sooooo nice!" Jimmi-Doll smiled, batting her extra-long eyelashes flirtatiously at her own reflection.
"Nice and sexy!" Lois-Doll continued.
"Sooooo nice and sooooo sexy!" Jimmi-Doll agreed, blowing her reflection a kiss.
"You almost look like a perfect dolly slave for Master, Jimmi-Doll," Lois-Doll murmured, helping Jimmi-Doll up from her stool.
'Flawed flesh has been replaced with plastic perfection,' Jimmi thought hotly to himself, as a giddy thrill ran through his changed body, 'I am almost a perfect dolly slave for Master!'
"Now do you know what time it is, Jimmi-Doll?" Lana-Doll asked excitedly.
Jimmi-Doll cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment, before she gasped out in utter rapture, "It's, like, time for dress-up!!!!"