Harley's stomach rumbled. She was always hungry after sex. She swatted her hench-hunks' butts. "Why don't you boys make your boss a cheeseburger? I got things to plan!"
The two dutifully stood and marched to the rudimentary kitchen. Meanwhile, Harley twirled the zipper around her fingers, dreaming of what she could do with it. She could rob just about anyplace. No security guard or policeman could stop her if she unzipped
them into a stewardess or a fishwife or something. Heck, she could make them into a Harley Quinn groupie! Wouldn't that be something? She giggled at the thought of her own little "Quinnette Legion".
Catman and Poison Oak returned with her food on a tray, and Harley giggled in delight and devoured the juicy burger. As she daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin, she saw her minions' faces were unhappy. "What's got you boys so down-in-the-mouth?"
"Well Miss Harley, it's not that we don't love you..." Catman began.
"And the sex is fantastic..." Poison Oak continued.
"We just want to go back to normal!" They blurted in unison.
Harley was taken aback. She'd never considered this possibility. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized they were kinda right. She would miss trading quips with Catwoman and flirting with Poison Ivy. But she also loved the way they were
now, with their big muscles and BIG cocks.
She thought a moment and then came to a decision. "Okay, line up you two. Let's do this."