"Surprise! It's Harley!" the Duchess tittered. "I know a look a little different, a little older. Mr. H tinkered around me with me, gave me these puppies," she gestured to her now very impressive bosom, "made me a stylish, super-hawt milf. But that's okay, I like it. And it means I can have some fun with you. Isn't it cool, Batsy? Now you're the young, impressionable girly, and I'm the older, more sophisticated one in black."
She ran her nails over the manequin's cheek. It seemed like smooth, cool plastic to her, but she knew that Batsy was feeling every sensation. He must be going wild in there. Though she had to guess -- after all, unlike Mad Hatter, she couldn't read his mind.
"The Hatter has remade me, sweetie," the Duchess continued. "Made me smarter, more in control. And you should see what he did to the Joker." She chuckled. "Well, I guess you'll find out soon enough...."
* * *
"So what about you?" Mad Hatter asked.
"Oh, I want to complete a whole set of giant dolls to play with," Toyman said. "Superman, of course. And also Lois and Lana. I'm sure they'll be a little more accepting of my advances now. And Lex Luthor too. He always liked to push me around, after all."
Suddenly Mad Hatter's eyes went wide.
"Is something wrong?" Toyman asked.
"Little Batsy's vaunted willpower is tumbling into girly ditziness, her thoughts bouncing from one thing to another. My telepathic hat has just caught a stray memory that has revealed who he really is. And he is RICH! I must take advantage of it."
Mad Hatter stood-up and straightened his tie.
"Where are you going?" Toyman asked.
"To do a little romancing. See if I can convince ol' Batsy to see me as a 'prince charming,' one that she'd be willing to turn over her fortune to."
Mad Hatter smoothed back his hair and strutted out of the room.
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