It was a slow night at Arkham, the Joker had been “killed” about a week ago, so one expected him to show up at least for another week and a half. Harley was heavily medicated and riding the high like a lazy zeppelin. Jarvis was in the glass box across the hall playing with a paper cooks cap the staff gave him.
“Hay Jar,” Harley smiled, “You look silly, like a chuggy diner gook.”
“Well Alice,” Jarvis smirked, “What would you like from the Tea Party dinner?”
“A peanut butter and cucumber smoothy!” Harley chirped with glee.
“Sorry the warden took away our smoothy machine,” Jarvis dramatically put his hand across his chest in mock lament, “I can offer you some tea.”
“Tee for Tea,” Harley made a time out gesture and rolled in her bunk.
Looking up at the ceiling she saw a small spinning light.
“Pretty…”
Jarvis arched an eyebrow not seeing whatever Harley was looking at.
*
Pete had walked in the window only to be tackled by the red head in a t-shirt and panties and nothing else.
“You are late,” MJ kissed Pete with his mask on, “You kicked Doc Oct’s arms an hour ago!”
“I kicked his arms an hour ago,” Pete said, “Then I had to get the camera and send the pictures to JJ. And there was muggy about three blocks from here I stopped to clean up.”
“You have a computer right there,” MJ kept her husband pinned.
“Right and once I get home I have this really clingy wife that wants to keep her pet spider all to herself,” Pete struggled to get his mask off.
“What kind of wife is that?” MJ asked.
“A very pretty, smart, and loving one!” Pete snapped instantly.
“Good one tiger,” MJ smiled, “Now hit the showers, your clingy wife wants to try something from Cosmo.”
“Cosmopolitan?” Pete went into the bathroom.
“It’s the modern woman’s Karma Sutra monthly,” MJ called from the bedroom, “Where do you think I got the idea for how we spent our wedding nig…”
MJ spotted a small dancing light like a firefly, and then it flashed in her face blinding her for a moment.
“What was that?” Pete stuck his head back into the bedroom.
“Shower now!” MJ barked.
Pete retreated back into the bathroom remembering another of Uncle Ben’s sayings, “Happy Wife, Happy Life.”
*
Harley blinked at the flash, by the time her eyes cleared the light was gone.
“Are you alright Alice?” Jarvis asked.
Thoughts filled her head, memories of the nature shows on Hyenas. Female Hyenas ruled the clan and the males were their stud bitches, any that got uppity got put down by the females, after all males were only good for keeping the females pregnant. Harley looked at Jarvis in his glass box across from hers. She licked her lips. He could breed her, get her pregnant with a litter.
*
Pete came back out of the bathroom and was tossed in the bed by a sweating and gasping MJ. Gone was her Tee-shirt and her panties were hanging on for dear life.
“MJ?” Pete asked.
“Silence!” the Red head hissed.
Pete watched as the muscles on her seemed to morph and define themselves. MJ wasn’t hulking out, but she was quickly becoming a red… haired…. Amazon…. The memory clicked in Pete’s head, Red Sonja, the ancient ancestor of MJ was coming for a visit and that meant taking over MJ’s 5’8 model body and using it to make her into an Amazonian main battle tank!
“Sonja?” Pete said in a calming manor, “It’s Peter from the future, remember Peter from the last time you came here?”
The red head turned and looked at the man in their bed. Without warning she jumped on him and pulled his towel off. Pete looked at the woman who was now at least six three and still getting taller and more Amazonian.
“Hmm,” the redhead started to jerk on Pete’s dick, “Get hard!”
Pete couldn’t help himself as the new amazon shoved her D cups into his face and worked his dick into a frenzy. When it seemed that she would finish him off with her hands, she bounced on the bed and like a gymnast she repositioned herself landing right on his dick cowgirl style. The pain brought Pete back from the edge. She grabbed his hands and placed one on her cleavage and the other on her thigh as she pumped and thrust on him. She started moaning as Pete found himself thrusting back into her.
“Yeah,” she panted, “That’s it.”
Pete felt her trying to milk him with her vaginal walls. Pete tried to hold himself back.
“Deeper,” She gasped as she bounced on his crotch harder.
Pete was losing his sense of time as the redhead on him brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She started to grunt and shake as the first waves hit her.
“Give me your seed!” She shouted before coming to a final climax.
Pete couldn’t hold out any longer and shot into her. The redhead’s womanhood drank it all in.
“Sonja?” Pete asked tentatively as the redhead lay down on his chest.
“Tiger,” MJ responded, “You really hit the jackpot Tiger.”
“MJ?” Pete was confused.
“Shut and kiss me Spider stud!”
*
Harley watched as some of the guards were walking the restrained Edward Nigma to a glass box in the Batman special hall. Harley’s mind ran wild, Ed was lean, fast and had a sharp mind, all traits that would serve her cubs well. In addition, he was hopeless with women so controlling him would be easy. She just needed to get him…
“Guard’s my suit tore…” Harley pressed her enlarged bosom against the clear wall of the containment cell, “Could you send Eddy in to help me fix it?”
“What the hell?” the male officer snapped.
“Are you feeling alright?” the female officer asked.
“Riddle me this what the hell are you putting in the food?” Eddy snapped at the sight of the D cups pressed against the clear wall then turned to the female officer, “And why couldn’t you be having some?”
Both officer slammed Nigma into Jarvis’ glass box. And image of the female officer in nothing but Hyena skin bikini standing next to her came to mind. Harley waited for her moment. The female officer went to Harley’s box and motioned for her to put her hands in the food slot. It was clear that this needed to go to the infirmary to be resolved. Harley played along. Once she was secured the female officer opened the door and pulled Harley out. That was her moment, Harley jumped up and swung her cuffed hands in front of her, spun and grabbed the female officer by the body armor, nipped her on the cheek and then head butted her. Harley then kicked the male officer in the back of the head and grabbed the keys. She undid hers, but only undid Eddy’s leg cuffs. Grabbing the confused criminal she half led, half dragged the stud as she ran down the hallways to some of the hidden secret areas of Arkham, places where she could den for now.