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Harley did a backflip clean over Batman's head and reached around his waist to slip the zipper down the muscled crimefighter's chest. Normally she'd never get so close to the Bat, knowing full well that he was much stronger than her, but Harley now gambled that she would have time to finish her dirty deed before he could subdue her. Giggling like mad, Harly gripped the pull of the zipper and tugged at it. It barely budged, and Batsy was already locking her arms in place, preparing to throw her over his head again. Harley groaned and tugged frantically on the zipper. If it didn't move, she was doomed.
Suddenly it budged, and Harley began tugging it down.
Batman suddenly realized something was happening and violently threw Harley to the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of the clown girl and she lay there on her back with stars and little Jokers floating across her vision. She was fully expecting Batman to tug her to her feet and cuff her any moment, but when nothing happened she blinked and rolled over, wobbling to her feet. She looked back at Batman with blurry eyes, then a mad smile crept across her face.
Her effort had been unable to fully unzip Batman, but the caped crusader was distracted enough by what she had managed. The zipper gleamed down across Batman's chest, fully open from his collarbone, bisecting his bat-symbol and going down to mid-belly. Through the open zipper, instead of the dark bodysuit and muscular form of the Batman, a pair of large, soft breasts encased in a very tight purple bodysuit. A fit belly could be seen underneath the mammaries, contrasting amusingly with the hard Batman pecs hanging like empty cloth to each side.
"What did you do?" Batman roared.
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