"What better place for everyone to see my pretty, pretty Princess than Gotham Square? It is so perfect," The Mad Hatter leaned in and whispered hotly into the motionless mannequin's ear. He was pleased to hear the now near-constant sound of high-pitched mad laughter coming from the former Batman-turned-feminized mannequin. He then added with a smirk, "Just like you, my dear!"
"Ohhhhhhh, Hatsy! You've made me sooooooo happy!" Batsy tittered through the communicator in his large top hat that allowed the pair to talk to one another. She let out a long, drawn out contented sigh, before adding in a soft coo, "Hearts!"
"I must go now and leave you to your adoring public, my love!" The Hatter smiled, "But I will be close. Now, to ensure that no one falls head over heels for my Princess Batsy and steals you away from me..."
"Never!" Batsy giggled.
The deranged villain bent down and clipped a small anklet just above one of the mannequin's high-heeled Mary Janes. As he did this, he planted soft kisses up and down Batsy's plasticine legs, causing his stationary blonde 'Alice' to gasp wantonly to herself. He then moved and attached a chain to the anklet that was connected to a nearby light pole. Finally he clipped a heart-shaped pendant to the expensive piece of stolen jewelry. This made sure no one would ever take his Batsy away from him. He tugged on the chain to make sure she wasn't going anywhere, causing another giggle fit from the former Dark Knight. Once he was assured she would be safe, the Mad Hatter sprang up to a standing position and gazed longingly into her unblinking eyes.
"You're going to love this. Just love it," the Mad Hatter grinned down at her. He reached out and rubbed the side of Batsy's smooth face. If she had to ability to move, she would have lovingly nuzzled her face into his touch. To the transformed, feminized and forever frozen former Batman's relief, she remained still and simply submissively accepted his touch.
"One more thing before you go, Master Hatter," Batsy husked. Gone was her normally cheery tone and in its place was a sexual purr that made Hatter's cock stir in his plaid trousers.
"Of course, my dear" the Hatter smiled and bent down, kissing Batsy hard on her smiling mouth. It was a bizarre sight to behold, but the Hatter's goons dare not say a word for threat of they themselves being transformed into mannequins. To Princess Batsy, though, the sensation of her Master, lover and creator kissing her sent fireworks off in her crazed mind. For her the experience was absolute rapture! If she had the ability to move she would have melted into his arms. The Mad Hatter, himself, smiled into their passionate kiss when he heard her begin to moan desperately. He wanted her so bad, and felt the urge to take her right then and there in the middle of Gotham Square, but he knew there would be plenty of time for that later when they returned to Tetch Manor.
Breaking the kiss, the Mad Hatter pulled away from the ever-smiling Batsy. Tipping his hat at her, he said his goodbyes and turned away.
"Tee hee hee. Sooooooo goooood!" Batsy giggled before she called out, "Goodbye, Master! I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love yoooouuuuu!!!"
The Mad Hatter and his goons, dressed like Tweedledum and Tweedledee, marched into a nearby office building. After hacking the security system and subduing anyone inside the building, they made their way into a second floor office that overlooked the center of Gotham Square where Batsy had been set up. They would have the best view for Batsy's extra special coming out party.
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Meanwhile, in the immense mansion that was now called Tetch Manor, Nightwing and Batgirl had managed to lower themselves into what they thought was Wayne Manor's Study through a window. Barbara had placed a small electromagnetic pulse to subdue any security system that would have alerted whoever was inside to their presence. It had been a trick Bruce had taught her in the past. She never thought she would ever need it to break into Bruce's own home, though.
Once inside, they looked around. To their surprise, the Study had been left exactly the same as before. Still, something seemed off and they made their way slowly to open the door and investigate the rest of the mansion. At the forefront of both of their mind's they couldn't help but wonder what had become of Alfred? The butler had never needed a maid to help him maintain the mansion or care for Bruce. Then there was the topic of the bizarre makeup she was wearing. Bruce, or especially Alfred, would have never tolerated anything like that.
Opening the door, the pair received the first surprise of the night. The mansion's normally wooden floor had been taken out and in its place was now a tiled pattern in black and white.
"It looks almost like a chess board," Barbara whispered.
"Why does that give me the heebie-jeebies?" Dick said, narrowing his eyes.
They pair continued on their way toward one of the secret entrances to the Bat-Cave when suddenly they turned a corner and saw a figure at the far end of the hallway.
"What the hell?" Nightwing whispered, "Is that what I think it is?"
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In the Toyman's base of operations, the pink light of the energy bolt fully consumed Jimmy Olsen. He had tried to steel himself for whatever was about to happen, but he was quickly overcome by pure, intense, unadulterated pleasure. It crashed over him like a tidal wave, and the young photographer couldn't help himself. He began to moan loudly for all to hear as his naked cock began to grow harder and harder despite himself. His nude form thrashed about, secured tightly to the metal table.
If his senses weren't overwhelmed by his own masculine moans, his panicked, labored breathing and the pounding hum of the machine the transformed Lois Lane had turned on, he would have heard the mocking giggles of Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll. They clung tightly to one another watched Jimmy slowly become completely enveloped in the blinding pink light. His moans and the sound of the machine reached a near-defeating crescendo and then...
Silence.
Jimmy had blacked out the minute the machine had completed its task.
Time passed and finally, Jimmy awoke in a daze. He thought he had the strangest dream. Lois and Lana had been transformed into human-sized...dolls? Dolls for the Toyman. He blinked his eyes and attempted a deep breath to help shake his bewildered state of mind. To Jimmy's complete and utter shock, he hadn't taken a breath! He tried again and gain, and nothing.
Jimmy's eyes snapped open wide and found he was in the exact same room as before. His mind reeled as realization soon hit him like a ton of bricks. His entire ordeal with the strange dolls that looked like Lois and Lana hadn't been a dream at all. It had really happened! And that meant he had been subjected to whatever that machine had been. He thought back through his bewildered mind to who was responsible for all of this. His normally alert mind had been dulled due to his slumber, but slowly a name began to form and he said it out loud.
"Toyman!"
Jimmy's eyes once more became wide with shock. His hands, now freed of their bonds, flew up to his mouth and covered his trembling lips. The voice that had come out of his mouth sounded nothing like his at all.It sounded high-pitched and feminine!
Just then, the sound of high-heels clicking on the floor could be heard and Jimmy turned his head to see Lois-Doll and Lana-Doll sashay into the room arm in arm. They laid their bigger, almost unblinking doll eyes on her and, for a moment turned to one another, pleased smiles on their plumped out lips.
They then erupted in a fit of giggles and squealed out in unison, "Like, you look sooooooo hawt, Jimmi-Doll!"