Mr. Alfred had gotten a call from Ms. Quinn, telling him to take the girls over to the police station first.
Batsy was happy. It meant she and Jojo didn't need to put the chastity belts on quite yet. Besides, thinking of the Commish made her all wet and squirmy. He was such a big, powerful man -- so distinguished and tough. It was -- it was hard to focus when thinking about men like that. Batsy was happy that even though she was no longer fighting crimes, she still could help the Commish out. It was nice to please such a great man.
Jojo wasn't thinking about that. She was more just thinking about cock. How wonderful cock was. How probably the Commish's cock would be so big and juicy. "Hnnnhhh!"
"You better not be touching yourself back there," Alfred said sternly. "I know you two are now such sluttish bimbos, but you need to be professional!"
* * *
Harley smiled and leaned back in her chair. Maybe it was good that Batsy and Jojo would be taking a little bit before coming back to the mansion. She wanted to bring in someone extra-special, and it would be nice to have the whole mansion to herself when she did it.
She typed a few commands on the computer.
A moment ago Poison Ivy had been wearing her inmate uniform in Arkham Asylum but now she suddenly found herself in their leafy supervillain outfit in the living room of Bruce Wayne's mansion.
"Hiyah, Red!"
She stared at Harley, dressed in a red & black cocktail dress, and adorned with gleaming diamond jewelry that sparkled on her ears, throat, and arms.
"Harley?" Ivy said in surprise.
"What do you think of our new digs? I figure when I turn the Batcave into the Fun Dungeon, we can turn part of that into a new and improved lab for you. Pretty cool, huh?"
* * *
Lady-Madame Harveena von Bullock sniffed disdainfully as Batsy and Jojo entered her office, the first dressed in a black and gray gothy maid's outfit and the second in a bright purple one.
"We're, um, here to see the Commish," Batsy said.
"That's COMMISSIONER Gordon to you, girl," the secretary sneered. "Show some respect."
"Yes, ma'am." Batsy blushed.
"And let me explain to you the arrangement, so you understand the limitations of your station," Harveena said. "You are just a side piece, a vulgar toy, and that's all."
* * *
Renee Montoya was in a panic. What was happening? She needed to contact someone. Fortunately, one of Batman's associates had given her some contact info.