Bruce Wayne had encountered many incredible things in his time as Batman. A court of owls, life-giving primordial pits, a man crazy enough to think condiment guns made him a legitimate threat to civilians; but not the slim, lithe figure that was Harley Quinn suddenly gain sumo proportions and then some.
"C'mon Bats! I'll crush ya!"
She moved quite fast for someone of her size but Batman's training aided him, dodging just in the nick of time and using some judo to send Quinn flying into several large crates. Crates that became nothing but dust as she destroyed them with her flabby body. The crazed clown wasn't even dazed, just turned around and snorted. "That the best you got?!"
He ran, aiming a zip-line upwards until another large body crashed into him. A wall of quivering green flesh, tendrils of red. When his vision recovered he found himself staring at an even larger Poison Ivy.
"Harley, did this bug hurt you?"
"No, Red, not at all. I was just about to squash him. Wanna help?"
"Of course. His bones would make a lovely fertilizer for my latest breed of plant."
Scrambling for his belt, he tossed a few sonic devices but one of the woman's mighty hands gripped his, crushing mightily. Then his eyes were drawn to Ivy's breasts and the odd calm that overtook him.
His mind whirled, various techniques running through his brain but he could feel all his skill merely delaying the inevitable. His will was being sapped.
Harley and Ivy's bodies turned, obese buttocks coming to crush, his will returning, his legs moving. His mind calculated his fate and he knew he wouldn't make it in time.
Something moved through the air and suddenly both Harley and Ivy were rocketing away.
Bruce moved towards his savior and the very familiar device that had saved him...
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