"What I'd really like before I start to play with my newest besties, is for you to, like, make Duchess the same device in your hat so we can all talk to one another," Batsy cooed, "Like one big happy family. So please, sir, get to know the computer-thingy, please. Would you? Could you? Pleeeeaaaasssseee????"
"Anything for my pretty, pretty, ditzy Princess!" The Mad Hatter laughed, and immediately went to work.
"Hearts!" Batsy sighed, and watched in awe as her Mr. H got busy working on the new device. Some time passed, and Batsy simply enjoyed being immobile. It was, like, totally the best thing in the world to the newly warped and twisted former Batman. To just let go of anything and everything and let Mr. H call the shots. No more responsibilities ever for her. Gotham would be fine with Mr. H watching over it, and she squirmed inside her plastic shell just thinking about it.
As Mad Hatter worked, Batsy heard a voice calling a name. She tried to ignore it, but it was unrelenting. And it was ruining Princess Batsy's mood! How rude! It kept calling out "Master Bruce? Master Bruce?"
"Like, no more Master Bruce here anymore, Jeeves," Batsy cried out, "Just the sexiest, girliest, prettiest princess mannequin you've ever laid eyes on! And Alfie, just like I said before, you're like me now. I don't know if you know this, but you make, like, a totes hawt MILF mannequin yourself!"
"Pull yourself together!" Alfred shouted, "You have to save us! Save yourself!"
"Nuh-uh!" Batsy countered, "You're new here, Alfie, so I'll let you in on, like, something. I want this. I want all of this sooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaad! And the totes hawt Mr. H is going to watch over Gotham, and has given me everything I've ever wanted. Life in plastic! It's fantastic! You'll soon see things my way, Alfie!"
Alfred was utterly shocked by what had happened to the once menacing Batman. Shocked into complete silence.
Time passed, and finally it was done. Mad Hatter had succeeded in making the same device he had imbedded in his hat for Duchess, that allowed the operator of the device the ability to psychically talk to the mannequins. He called Duchess, the former Harley Quinn, over and the mature, ultra-voluptuous woman sashayed over, her huge chest wobbling with each mincing step. He gave her the device, that looked like a bluetooth earpiece and she put it around her ear. He then excused himself so he could get more and more used to the one-time Bat Computer.
"Testing? Testing? Duchess to Batsy? Come in, Batsy," The Duchess called out, putting her fingers, with the impractical two-inch long, perfectly manicured nails up to the earpiece for effect.
"OMG, Duchess! I can, like, totes hear you!" Batsy exclaimed, "Can you, like, hear me too?"
"You've never sounded better, Batsy!" Duchess cooed, mincing over to the petite mannequin. Her mouth stretched into a wide, toothy, mad grin when she heard Batsy's inane giggling at this latest development.
"We can now, like, talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and..." Batsy giggled, but was silenced when Duchess put a long-nailed fingertip to the mannequin's pink-painted lips.
"Oh don't you worry your pretty plastic head, my dear. We're going to really get to know one another, as Mr. H does his important work. The two of us are going to become the best of friends," the former Harley Quinn laughed, "We are going to have so much fun. Two absolutely insane gal pals. A MILF and her mannequin. Could life be any better?"
"I loooove the sound of that, Duchess, but... ummm, I...I, like, don't think I'm, like,...insane," Batsy stammered. It was true she was having fun, the most fun she had ever had in her life, and she loved being a mannequin, instead of that brooding, angry Batman, "I really don't feel insane. I feeeeeeeel happpyyyyyy!"
"Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but you've had a complete mental breakdown. You've lost it. Gone completely off the deep end," Duchess cooed, sidling up to the pretty raven-haired princess mannequin. She slowly began to run her long-nailed hands up and down Batsy's pert, plastic breasts, "Why don't you work that out for yourself. Out loud for your Duchess."
"Well, I've heard that when you're going absolutely insane that you never know it. Everything just feels so right, and perfect and OMG I never want to leave this moment!" Batsy exclaimed, before erupting in a mad string of giggles. She loved the erotic sensation of Duchess' nail-tips on her tits, "So if that's the case, and you tell me it's so, cuz I, like trust you over anyone except the sexy Mr. H, then I guess I'm totes cray cray now, because I never want this to end. I don't care if it's cost me my mind. Who needs a mind when I've gained so much more. A, like, totes hawt stud to watch over me for the rest of my life, and the bestest friends a crazy little girl like me could ever ask for! I love my life like this, and the only thing I, like, want now is for you, Duchess, to teach me more and more about how to be even more totes cray. OMG! I just remembered, you, like, totes promised!"
"Oooooooooh, Batsy, you have turned out better than I could have ever hoped for!" Duchess squealed, and grabbed the blank plastic face of the former Batman and gave it a long, drawn-out kiss. Batsy, inside her plastic shell went wild with delirious pleasure and was again thankful for the fact she was now a mannequin because the puddle her sexual juices would have left would have filled the Hatter Cave. Duchess then broke the kiss and giggled into Batsy's ear, "As I said before, this is going to be so much fun!"
With that, the two erupted in a fit of giggles that would have lasted probably the entire night, had a voice not interrupted them.