And they did. Just as both she and Jojo both knew they'd always wanted to be sexy sluts...Batsy now remembered that Harvey Bullock had ALWAYS been in love with the Commissioner. And deep inside, Harvey had obviously ALWAYS been Lady-Madame Harveena vonBullock. Batman had always known it. The Joke too. Both felt that now that Harveena was free to be a 'proper' Lady, all was right with the world. Both girls blushed and lowered their heads more in groveling submission to their obvious better.

   Harveena smiled at that. Both Batman and the Joker had been criminals in Harveys mind. Seeing them brought low - and also understanding that the both deserved no better - was pleasant. She smiled and ran her hands through their hair affectionately. As she did so, she noticed that her very proper nails - short, clear-coated and ladylike - were now long, sharp talons. For a second she was confused...then she WS fine with it. Her tall, broad yet stocky body thickened with muscle under her soft layer of pillowing fat. She looked like Mae West if she'd gotten into sumo wrestling. She looked...   

   Harley was typing. She couldn't leave Harvey Bullock quite that respectable. She layered on a few new quirks into Harveena's soul, without really removing all the old changes she'd made. The results...

   Both Batsy and Jojo noticed that Harveena was dressed in tight black leather and lace now - her massive breasts cuddled by black satin demi-cups and put on display while her thick, shapely butt was scooped up and shelved delightfully like a loaf of bread. Her legs were thick yet shapely, and though she had a softly substantial belly, her corset was designed to enhance the comparative thicknesses of her top and bottom over her middle. Her arms were strong yet soft. Her face rounder, yet now painted in a darkly beautiful way. Sinister yet motherly, her smokey shadow and contouring blush enhanced her matronly features, and her thickly plump lips were red, wet and sultry. Her silky, black hair was still bound up into a bun, yet now two long curls dangled down either side of her face.

   "Oh, Lady-Madame..." gasped Jojo in appreciation "...you...you so outshine us!"

   "Please, Lady-Madame...allow us to worship the Commissioner with you! James Gordon deserves a woman of your strength and beauty. Let us but worship him with you...serving you both as you serve each other."

   "Handmaidens! Let these unworthy sluts serve as your handmaidens!" Cried Jojo. Batsy so loved the idea that juices trickled down her inner thighs, and soon both were all but squatting in puddles of their own pussy juice. 

   Lady-Madame smiled, lit a cigarette, and stroked them both. "Rise then, my lowly handmaidens. My beloved James has come."

   Afterwards, James Gordon knew that he had always had as much contempt for Batman as he did for the Joker, and that their transformation had not so much changed who they were as it had revealed their true forms. He also realized that he had always been in love with Harvey Bullock, and that this thick, dominatrix-like Lady-Madame was his soulmate. He'd fucked both Batsy and Jojo, but her lingered over Harveena like an addict with a needle. When he was done, he called in the station chaplain and - with Batsy and Jojo acting as both witnesses and flower girls - he married the women he'd always loved. He and Harveena consummated their marriage on the spot, while Batsy and Jojo redressed and returned to Wayne... or rather Quinn Manor.