As they approached, the heels were reveled to be attached to Harley Quinn, who began with, "Who knew the big bad bat was really billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. Then again, after looking at your history, it makes sense. Boy psychologically broken, seeing a form of revenge against those who hurt him while saving himself by proxy. Woud really make an great psych paper... or a book.
Not that I want that. No I got better plans. I'm going to make you my new Joker."
Batman remember the death of the Joker, which Harley picked up on. She continued, "Yes, I know the death of my Pudding. The Noodles, the novelty condoms, the exploding shit, and that was the first five minutes. Then the uploading on youtube. I think it's both the best way and worse way he would have wanted to go.
But I figure I could resurrect his legacy, by making a new Joker, my Joker. In public, the face of our crime partnership... but this time in realty Harley is running the show. Red woud be so proud of my female enpowerment. Since you, Bats, were so close to Mr. J... I figure out why not make you the next one. The fact I find out you're a sexy billionaire is business perk."
"Harley, you're mad. Even if you know my identity, you can't make me become a Joker. " said Batman, hoping to find a way to get out of this.
"Wrong, B-man. Or should I say, future J-man. I can do it with this." said Harley, as she click a remote, causing what looked like a small clown car. She continued, "Meet the Clowner. I had to pay out most of my life savings for this. Mixture of all kinds of mind control and physical changing. Magic, pheromones, nanobots, chemicals, subliminals, and so on. If this can't make you my new Joker, designed to my perfected specs, nothing can. So in you go."
She managed to life and pull him into the doors of the clown car, which turned out to be bigger on the inside. The lights, sounds and smells then overwhelmed him.
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