As the moving van came up to the front, Alfred hurried out to meet it with a stern look on his face.
"Who are you?" He said. "What the devil do you--"
"Hello, we're moving in," Mad Hatter said as he pointed his device at Alfred.
Alfred froze, transformed into a mannequin.
"Hey, Alfie!" Batsy squealed silently. "You're like me now!"
"Okay, everyone," Mad Hatter said. "Let's get moved in now."
A fairly short time later, Mad Hatter was lounging on Batman's chair in front of the Batcomputer, feeling on top of the world! He'd inserted the last of Batsy's codes, and reprogrammed everything so that it belonged to him now. As far as all the security systems and the rest were concerned, the Bat Cave had become the "Hatter Cave." Though it could stand with some redirecting. Duchess was on one side of him, and on the other was Batsy, looking utterly content (of course) in her long pink silk dress all covered in ribbons and frills, and her white opera gloves and her sparkly pink pumps and her gleaming jewellery and the pink ribbons in her long midnight black hair and of course the golden tiara perched on her head like a good princess.
They were all looking at all the mannequins in front of them. There was handsome flame-haired Sir Ivy dressed in his forest green (including embroidered vines and roses) and his bow & arrows on his back, and his hand clasping the hand of Countess Joker, who looked like such an elegant French beauty with her elebatorate purple & green gown and hair an extravagant updo of green curls (that the Duchless loved to comb -- her life-size Barbie). And a stylish black beauty mark placed on one chalk-white cheek. And close-by was Lord Cat, dressed in a intimidating black leather armour, with a fur-lined coat, and both a sword and a whip by his side, and even a black hood. He was so handsome and heroic that Princess Batsy would have totally fallen head-over-heels for him if she wasn't already in love with Mr. Hatter. But that was okay, because Lord Cat was hand-in-hand with one of Batsy's bestest friends in the whole wide world, Lady Harley Two (to tell her appart from the Duchess), half of whose head had platinum blonde hair, a blue eye, and delicate light make-up, and the other half had midnight black hair, a dark brown (almost black) eye, and severe black make-up. This was matched by her outfit, which was really a big stylish yellow ball gown on one side and a tight, slinky black dress on the other. It was kinda weird, but pretty cool too. And then there was Lady Freeze who had been made to look like a Scandinavian princess, like from "Frozen" (yay!), with her white hair done into a long braid, and her dress a lovely mix of white and powder blue.
Alfred had been placed among the other, non-transformed mannequins.
"So, what now, Batsy?" Mad Hatter asked. "Shall we transform some of your other friends or should you get to know the ones that have already been changed? Or maybe you'd like to watch me have some fun with your stuff."
* * *
Lois Lane was looking around the docks. There were rumours that Lex Luthor has having something shipped over here and she wanted to see it the moment it arrived. Need to make sure not to--
Suddenly there was a flash of light and she found herself frozen solid, turned into a mannequin.
"Hello, Lois," the Toyman said as he strode towards her. "I guess you get to be the first doll in my collection."
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