"Calm down, girl..." Harley said, a smile dancing in her eyes. "...I know it's you. I've been wondering when you'd contact me. Don't you remember the accident with the mutated Joker Venom? You and Batsy took a massive dose, and it changed you both. But...that's okay, isn't it?"
That gave Jojo a pause. She glanced at Batsy and saw her cute pout of concern. "Why...why is it okay? Harley, this is..."
"I mean...you remember how you loved the changes, don't you? How you realized the was how you always should have been? You both could have been changed back if we'd done it right away, but you begged me - both of you - to let you stay as you were."
It was true. Jojo was shocked...but could clearly remember begging Harley on her knees...groveling like a slave before her master. She'd begged her to let her keep her huge tits and big ass. Batsy had done the same thing. "B-b-but....but why...?"
Harley pressed a few buttons. "Because....you love each other. Oh, you both love sex and men and dancing and all that stuff...but mostly...you love each other. It is the deepest and most romantic connection you can imagine. You love Batsy more than committing crimes. She loves you more than fighting crimes. It is erotic yet pure. Nasty yet beautiful. It is LOVE...and it is yours."
Jojo blinked, then felt the comforting warmth of Batsy pressing against her. She smiled as Batsy slipped her hand into Jojo's sparkly purple briefs and one after another...slipped her fingers up Jojo's snatch. It was natural...normal...familiar. It was what she wanted. She thought of all the times she fought this wonderful woman and dismissed it. She knew that Batsy felt the same way. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into Batsys mouth, and their tongues danced together as they always did. They began to entangle themselves - their massive breasts squishing together like they always did.
"Oh, Harley...your so fuckin' smart..." Jojo moaned with passion. "...I just love my wonderful Batsy."
The former Batmen kissed Jojo's cheek...then ran her tongue along her pale cheek. "No shit, Jojo. Me an' you babe...jus' a match made in heaven. But...tell Harley we need a lift back home. I mean MY home. Soon to be OUR home. I gotta see how Alfred's been holding up."
"But Batsy...you signed all that over to me. Don't you remember? You were so happy to run off with your beloved Jojo that you signed everything over to me. Quinn Manor. Quinn Enterprises. You love the sound of that, don't you?"
"No shit, girl..." Batsy said with a smile, totally unconcerned. "...I'm glad you're enjoying all that junk. Man, I hated the crushing responsibility. Giving it all away...jus' a natural thing. Why would I ever want to go back to that runaround, when me an Jojo make our own perfection. Have a blast, Harley. But...can we come over and...I don't know...hang out?"
"Why certainly, Batsy. I'll send a car to pick you up both up. In fact...why not get jobs here? You can both wear sexy maid uniforms and fuck each other...when not fucking Alfred or me. Isn't that wonderful?"
Batsy and Jojo both gasped, then burst into tears of happiness. Harley was such a great friend.