The Mad Hatter peered at the screen in his newly-dubbed Hatter Cave and saw the Toyman's supposed 'toys' in question. The space behind Toyman was dark, making it hard to see detail behind him. And yet, the Mad Hatter saw definite movement behind his friend as he narrowed his eyes and leaned his head closer to the large screen in front of him to see what Toyman was talking about. The Jetster-like villain's face was lit up by what the Hatter assumed was his own control panel in whatever space in Gotham he had commandeered as his base of operations.
Finally, the 'toys' as Toyman had called them came strutting into view, taking their place behind the Toyman, and the Mad Hatter's eyes grew wide as the saucers in the other room where the Mad Tea Party was being held. They were two shapely women that looked nearly identical. They both had short, shiny 'bob' hairdos that consisted of thick, straight bangs covering their arched eyebrows like a curtain, while the underside of the cut curved down both sides of their faces in a clean, crisp line just below their jawline. The only difference in their hair was that one of the female figures was a brunette while the other had pitch black hair.
They both wore brief halter tops, with a plunging neckline and a bared midriff, an equally brief mini skirt and high-heeled knee-length boots. The brunette's top was black and her skirt was gold, and the raven-haired woman had the inverse of the colors, the top being gold and the skirt black. It was clear that the black and gold color scheme was meant to mimic the Toyman's own trademark colors of his jester-like ensemble. Their looks were completed by black chokers around their dainty necks and the Mad Hatter could see some writing sketched into both, but he couldn't quite make out what it read.
And yet, all of this wasn't what made the Mad Hatter quiver in amazement at the two striking creatures on either side of the Toyman. It was the fact that the two women, that had slinked over to the Toyman were made of plastic. At that moment, standing behind Toyman with their wide, giddy smiles on their simplified, glossy faces they could have been mistaken for mannequins propped up in the Toyman's lair just for show but the Mad Hatter had seen them move! In an instant, the Mad Hatter's crazed mind was on fire with the many possibilities of what this meant, when his thoughts were interrupted by his friend on the other end of the communication feed.
"So, my friend, what do you think of my toys?" The Toyman asked, looking from side to side at the eerily blank faces, with their almost too-large smiles, "Or maybe I should say my dolls?"
"They're fantastic, Toyman! I mean, simply fantastic!" The Mad Hatter exclaimed, and he couldn't help it as his gaze kept focusing on the black-haired doll. She looked so familiar, and then his mind made the connection, "The black-haired one. That isn't..."
"Lois Lane? Ace reporter for the Daily Planet. You bet your top hat it is!" The Toyman announced proudly, running his finger along her smooth, plastic face, "I caught her snooping around the docks, looking for some story that would rock Metropolis to its very core. It took no time at all to turn her into a mannequin, and then that's when the fun began. I took her back here and began my little experiments to see if I could make her mobile. After a month of hard work, here she is as my ever-so loyal servant. Isn't that right, my Lois-Doll?"
"Hmmm, yes, Master Toyman," the black-haired doll purred, her mouth actually moving, in a voice that was throaty and syrupy. It caused the Mad Hatter's cock to spring to life, despite himself. The huge smile never left Lois-Doll's face as she said this, "I am so happy now that I am a doll. No longer a care in the world, save my Master's needs."
"And how was it to lose all of those pesky responsibilities, your keen intelligence and your own free will, Lois-Doll," the Toyman continued.
Lois again sighed and ran her plastic hands over her curvy, perfect body, "Oh, it was all so wonderful, Master Toyman. It felt so good to have my old personality washed away. Each and everything of the old Lois popping away like little bubbles in a champagne glass. Oh yes, sooooo good!"
"After I ensnared Lois-Doll, it took no time at all to bring her troublesome cousin into the fold," The Toyman continued, a smug smile on his face, "Lana-Doll, say hi to the Mad Hatter."
"Hi, Mad Hatter," the plasticized Lana Lang cooed, her voice higher and bubblier than Lois-Doll's but still filled with the promise of only the most debauched sexual pleasures.
The Mad Hatter's only response was to clap in his appreciation of what the Toyman had accomplished. It was truly incredible, "Bravo, my friend! You have truly outdone yourself on this one. And to think, a month ago I assumed changing the caped crusader into a giddy little princess of a mannequin was as good as things could get."
"And how is little Batsy doing?" the Toyman smirked.
"She's absolutely perfect, and we call her Princess Batsy now around here. You would be amazed, Toyman. One would never know that she was once the World's Greatest Detective," The Mad Hatter said with a victorious laugh, "And that reminds me, I am late, late, late, for a very important date. Princess Batsy is currently dressed like Alice and she is having one of her Mad Tea Parties with her many friends, and I'm always the guest of honor. And what is a Mad Tea Party without the Mad Hatter?"
"Wait a minute! If you thought I was calling just to gloat about my new toys, you are mistaken, Hatter. I am calling to tell you that I can perform the same procedure I did on Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll to make your harem of mannequins fully mobile. Imagine it, Hatter. Your own harem of mannequin sex toys turned into literal sex toys. No longer fully poseable, but able to move on their own. Little Princess Batsy able to do anything and everything you command her to do!" The Toyman tempted.
The Mad Hatter sat back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Princess Batsy had spoken to him on countless occasions just how happy she was now that she was a motionless mannequin, forever locked in her cold plastic shell. At first he was struck by this, but had grown to understand where she was coming from. A lifetime of grim responsibility for the people of Gotham, and fighting an endless war against crime and corruption had put an unbearable strain on the former Batman. It had assisted in his initial breaking when first turned into a mannequin and subsequent fall into utter madness and depravity as the new creature now known as Princess Batsy. He knew that his darling little Princess would not like this shocking news, and would more than likely need to mull this over with Duchess before presenting it to the former Batman. He had no doubt in his mind that the other former villains-turned mannequins would be overjoyed at the prospect of being able to move once again, but he also had to make sure that each and every one of them would stay loyal to him once given the ability to move or they would simply run away. There were many decisions to be made, but all of that could wait.
"I am truly astonished by what you have accomplished, really I am but I am sorry, my dear friend. I am going to have to think about this one. You see, my little Princess Batsy doesn't like to be kept waiting. So I must be going but I will think your proposition over," The Mad Hatter spoke, and saw for the first time the smiles leave Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll's faces. In their places were now sexy little pouts.
"Too bad," Lois-Doll purred.
"So sad," Lana-Doll murmured.
"I agree with my dolls, Mad Hatter. But my offer still stands. You think this over and get back to your Mad Tea Party. I, in the meantime, will continue my good work in Metropolis. And, Hatter, I will be in touch," The Toyman spoke and turned off his side of the communication. He shook his head for a moment, imagining how crazy things have seemed to have gotten in Gotham before turning at looking at the smiling faces of his two dolls. He rose up from his chair and looked at Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll, "Forget the Mad Hatter for now. Let the nut run his nuthouse. I say it's time the three of us expanded our dollhouse!"
"Yes, Master Toyman," both Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll said in perfect unison.