Nightwing still, fortunately, had a phone, and dialed the Teen Titans number.
"Hello?" Beast Boy said.
"Hey, Garfield, we needs yer help. We in some real powerful trouble."
"Who is this?" he asked.
"This Nightwin', chille."
"Nightwing?" Beast Boy laughed. "Are you crazy, lady?"
"I is Nightwing, boy! Somethin' happen' to me an' Batgirl."
"I'm so scared!" Batgirl sobbed. "I wanna go home!"
"It all right, chille," Nightwing patted her shoulder. "I gonna take care of you."
Then she turned back to the phone.
"Beast Boy, we is transformed, some strange ol' curse from dat ol' devil Quinn!"
"Lady, this is an important line. We don't have time for any prank calls."
Nightwing rolled her eyes. Why did Beast Boy be the one she got ahold of? That goofy little fool. Someone should give his little green bum a nice spanking -- that would get some respect into him. His momma should have taught him some respect. Why didn't Cyborg be the one to pick up the phone? Cyborg! That big ol' hunk of perfect man!
Nightwing sighed as she thought of Cyborg's muscular black body, his handsome face, his sweet smile. She imagined what it would be liked to be cradled in his powerful arms, held closer to that sweet old body.
"Um, Dick?" Barbara asked.
Nightwing blushed as she realized her hand was heading down to her crotch as she thought about that sweet ol' Cyborg. Just thinking about him made Nightwing's big ol' black pussy start to drip.
"You still there, lady?" Beast Boy said.
"Just put someone else on the line, you crazy ol' green junebug!"
"Is there a problem?"
"M-Ms. Starfire," Nightwing stammered into the phone. "Y-yer majesty!"
It was strange. She remembered her relationship with Starfire, but now she was also painfully aware that Ms. Starfire was a princess! Someone like that deserved respect.
"Is there a problem that needs help?" Starfire asked.
"Y-yer majesty, me and l'l Barbara are in some powerful bad trouble," Nightwing stammered, curtsying even though it was over the phone.
* * *
Alfred parked the limousine beside one of the most expensive clothes stores in Gotham.
In the back seat, Pammy was leaning back, sipping her bourbon while Batsy lit a new cigarette for her and Jojo massaged her feet.
Pammy insisted on bringing them all with her to go shopping for some new outfits, as she needed someone to drive the car and someone to help her put on the clothes and carry them -- not like she would do any of that for herself!
Besides, she also needed a couple of bimbos to coo over how beautiful she looked in everything.
Harley let her take the maids, of course. It wasn't like Harley could deny her Pam-a-lamb anything.
Pammy sighed. Her fiancee was SO good to her!
Batsy and Jojo were excited as well. After the shopping, they would be dropped off at the Iceberg Lounge, where they could practice some of their routines under the domineering eye of Oswalda Gobblecox. The two bimbos were so excited that, despite appearing as a most sophisticated lady, Madame Gobblecox actually had a huge dick.
After all, though the former Batman and Joker loved each other with all their little bimbette hearts, they also loved cock. Such lip-smacking throbbing delicious meat! Maybe if they were good girls, Madame Gobblecox would let them suck her dick and balls while Mr. Alfred spanked and fucked their asses. Batsy and Jojo being fucked together by big dicks! That sounded so romantic!
* * *
The Iceberg Lounge still featured numerous attractive women waitresses in skimpy outfits, complete with bow ties and bowler hats, but now the managed wanted to have the club also include attractive feminine sissies in skimpy outfits and handsome tall muscular men in skimpy outfits. Basically, people to appeal to any of Madame Gobblecox's diverse sexual desires, and they all appreciated the biggest perk of the job... helping to satisfy the insatiable drag queen.
In fact, Madame Gooblecox was current giving a "job interview" to two of the applicants.
"Mmmmm, yes," Oswalda cooed as a muscular male applicant stroked the former Penguin's chest and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, darling."
Oswalda thrust into the ass of a sissy job applicant, causing the cute thing to squeal.
"I think there may be an... opening for you two. Wagh! Wagh!"
* * *
Montoya returned to the police station, She hadn't heard back from Batgirl for a while. She needed to figure some things out herself.
"Montoya, where have you been?"
"I--"
"The Commissioner has been looking for you!"