"So is he comin', Commish? You was tawkin' t' someone 'bout somethin', then...just sorta zoned out."

 

   James Gordon blinked, then looked up at detectives Harvey Bullock and Renee Montoya. They'd called to ask Batman's help with a case. Then the voice (so familiar) said...

 

   "It's okay, Harvey. I need to get ready for a private...meeting. Harvey, Renee....you both need to talk with this person. She's fascinating...simply fascinating..."

 

   With that, James Gordon walked into his private bathroom...and closed the door.

 

   "What the fuck?" Mumbled Harvey, his scowl deepening the hang of his twice-broken nose. He picked up the phone and barked "Yeah? What! Oh...yes, quite correct. Most common of me. So sorry, Madame. Oh, certainly I understand. Yes. Immediately, Madame. Oh! Absolutely!"

 

   Renee watched in horror as Harvey Bullock did not so much 'shrink' as he...well, for lack of a better word - feminized. His posture changed as his rumpled suit and coat shifted, flowed and became a very old fashioned ladies dress of the turn of the previous century. Floor length and long sleeved, it was very 'proper' and 'severe', and suggested a headmistress of a girls school. His head inclined back, with an imperious twist of his head, while his hair grew first long...then bound itself up into a tight bun. His features softened and smoothed out, while retaining his basic features...then he was obviously no longer male at all. A tall, broad, big-boned woman with the shapely curves of a middle aged matron turned and extended the phone towards her. In the rich, rolling tones of an operatic soprano, the former Harvey Bullock said with a positively 'European' lilt to her voice "The phone call seems to be for you, child. Best not to keep your betters waiting, lest they grow cross with you."

 

   "H-h-h-harvey." Renee stammered, and her former partners face grew cloudy with disapproval. She raised her right hand and set a fussy pair of Pince-nez on the bridge of her nose. Scowling, she said frostily "Harveena, child. Lady-Madame Harveena von Bullock. What seems to be the matter with you?"

 

   Renee turned and fled at that, knowing that some things she simply couldn't handle on her own. Harveena watched her running away with utter disdain. Really. Young people these days. She apologized to the woman on the phone (Harley Quinn was such a nice name), then flounced out to her new office just outside James Gordon's office. Newfangled inventions like computers and phones were there, yet everything else from the carved wood paneling to the polished oak desk screamed Victorian Era. The framed photos of James Gordon, Queen Victoria and Harley Quinn told her all she needed to know. Lady-Madame Harveena von Bullock was loyal to the Queen AND James Gordon, but also to Harley. No longer simply a crass 'cop', she was now a cultured and distinguished lady with a desire for the finer things. She thought of James, and a tremble ran through her spine. Secretary and valued councillor now, but soon...perhaps Lady-Madame Herveena vonBullock-Gordon? He deserved a REAL woman. Not a simple slut like...Batsy. Batsy was a side piece and that was that. A warm place to park his cock for an hour of so...not a real Lady like herself.