In an abandoned warehouse, the new Joker cackled like mad as she lounged in the crumbling manager's office, her purple stripped dress-pants around her ankles as she thrust her green fingernails deep into her dripping white snatch (she didn't wear any underwear).
Closer inspection revealed this figure's short size and Chinese features under all that make-up.
Jubilee squealed as she continued to frig herself while pinching her nipples with her other hand. Then she grabbed a whoopee cushion and squeezed it against her snatch, tittering with delight at the burst of air that washed over her clit.
Gawd, she didn't know why she was white and green and full of beans! But she didn't care! It was all a crazy joke! If she had known how hot -- and funny! -- it was icing some losers, she would have done it years ago!
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Meanwhile, in the other universe, Barbara Gordon, Gotham's Queenpin of Crime, slide her huge bulk into her chair and puffed on her cigar as she studied all the computer screens. The Kingpin's cold-hearted analytical brain was combined with Barbara Gordon's intense computer skills to produce a truly powerful figure. Someone who had all of Gotham in one powerful fist.
She grinned, adjusted her cravat and ran a hand through her stylish short red hair. It was so good to be queen. Maybe she should celebrate. She pressed her intercome.
"Yes?" came the breathless response.
"Dickie-boy, you better not be fooling around with Star-Eye while on the job," Barbara said, referring to her ruthless orange assassin who had a thing for the boss' sissy secretary.
"I--"
"Waltz your ass in here and poor me some champagne."
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