Let the fun begin...

Harley came back just in time. She shut and locked the door behind her before noticing Scarecrow was doing his thing, "Oh, puddni' is it time alweady! So glad I'm back to see B-man get hiot." She pushed her breast together getting excited, "Oh Mistah J, it's like a dream come true!"

Bruce felt a tightening in his muscles like last time, but he resisted. He needs to resist, he wasn't going to bow down and become Joker's play thing. His muscles cramped up, he yelled in pain. It was like his body was destorying and rebuilding itself, but Bruce fought through it, or tried. Not soon after it started he let go of the Bat-Talkie so KAra wouldn't hear his yells of pain and agony.

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Catwoman's heart dropped when Bruce started to scream in pure agony and pain. She felt even worse when it stopped, "Kara... Kara... oh my god... Kara, please do you think..." Tears trailed down her face, pain, love, and fear overcoming her.

Polaris was suddenly awoke by screams, her eyes widened, "W-What are you doing to him! STOP THIS!" She yelled, hating to seeing something so cruel happen..

The world really was cruel..

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Kara's eyes widened, stopping as she heard the Bat-Talkie go off, "Shit! SHIT, SHIT!" She whispered, "Come on Selina, we have to go find him." She said, stopping when she saw Artemis.

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Artemis looked at her, "I'll look after James."

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Kara nodded, "Thank you." She said, before leaving with Selina..

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Polaris watched in horror..

"Isn't it, my carebear." Joker said dreamily and hugged Harley close. He made over dramatical pleasure faces when hearing Batman's glorious screams of pain. "Listen, my little happy meal. Doesn't that just sound funky."

Scarecrow stepped back when Batman started his screaming.

"W-What are you doing to him! STOP THIS!" He heard the girl yel.

"Shut up!" He backhanded her.

Harley snuggled up to her sweetheart, so glad he was finally opening up to him, "Y'know, Bats. Joker said when he killed you that we'd get married... Puddin' does that mean we can finally get married!" She squealed suddenly, pure joy filling her.

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Batman tried to resist but even his iron-clad-will couldn't stop the effects from occurring. His world went dark as his yelling in agony subsided. You could see visibly that the man's muscles were getting smaller and you could hear his bones cracked and fixing themselves in realignment.

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Selina clung to Kara, her body shaking in sobs, "W-we have to save him Kara, you heard him! He's in pain."

Polaris watched in agony, shrieking when she was backhanded. She looked at the man, tempted to slam him in the face with metal..Though, she was always taught never to use her powers in anger. Her eyes widened when she heard bones crack, "STOP DOING THIS! HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS, THIS ISN'T RIGHT!" She yelled, trying to help the man she didn't even know.

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Kara looked at Selina, "We are going so come on!" She said, taking her arm as she ran out to the garage, starting the car as she drove off.

"Puddin' does that mean we can finally get married!"

The Joker stiffened and fiddled with his neck ribbon nervously. "Sweety, honey pie. We are still young, we have all the time to talk about... that later. We have more important things going right now." He said and patted her head as an end of conversation and turned on the spectacle presented by Batman. "Umm, Scarecrow... Wasn't the steroid supposed to enLARGEN the muscles and not enSMALLER them?" He looked expectantly at him.

Jonathan looked from Batman to Joker and back to Batman. "Yes, it is... I.. I don't know what's happening. I'm sure I measured and did everything to the book..." He trailed off as he saw the Joker's expression darken by every sullable he said.

Harley looked crest fallen but quickly looked at Batman, "Mister Joker... he doesn't look like much of... well a he?" Harley twiddled her fingers looking at how the man was changing to... well a woman. She looked at the Joker, loathing for a moment. Her conversation with Quicksilver bubbling in her mind. She took off her hat and threw it at Joker, not sure if he would even see it.

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Bruce's boned structure cracked into place giving him a very beautiful and feminine look. His hair started to grow longer and a lot quicker. It was the opposite of what was expected

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Selina looked at Kara, "Shouldn't we get your brother/cousin/thing? wouldn't he be a lot more useful then a non-powered girl and a freshly given birth mother?"

Polaris watched in horror, before she realized she needed to get out of there. She used her powers to have a metal knife come to her, cutting the ropes. When they had their attention on her, she destroyed two of the only guns they had. Before she ran off the moment she could, grabbing her shopping bags from the living room. And running out of the mansion.

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Kara nodded, "I don't know where he is though."

Joker beared his teeth like an angry dog at Scarecrow and turned his attention back to the show. He watched with confused fascination at Batman's transformation to a... to a woman?? He boggled at the now very feminine figure lying on the table. And he had to admit, it was quite generously shaped too... He couldn't decide if Scarecrow was a genious or a complete screw up because of the result, but he'd deal with him later.

Joker's frozen staring was cut off by something hitting him in the head. He looked down and saw a nurse's hat he recognised as Harley's. He looked at her and snapped his head back a little at the angry stare he was receiving. He lifted his eyebrow. What's up with her? he wondered but shrugged it off. Maybe it was THAT time of the month... Ooh he hated those times...
He was just turning his head when he stopped and saw a knife glide right in front of his face. He followed the weapon with his eyes and snarled.

"Scarecrow, you idiot! The girl!! She's escaping!" He yelled. "Stop her!"

Scarecrow shrank back from the snarl. Moron. Joker should have done it himself better then, and not just lazy around... He thought angrily. This was definently the last time he would team up with the clown.

Jonathan watched the transformation with interest. Instead of turning into a monster, Batman was forming into a woman. That was an very unexpected result. He just couldn't figure out what had gone wrong with the Titan steroid to have an affect like that... He'd have to analyse it later.

"Scarecrow, you idiot! The girl!! She's escaping! Stop her!" Joker's yell rang in his ear and he cast his eyes to the girl. He then started to run towards the gun table but was too late. She had already freed herself and the guns seemd to explode into pieces on their own. One piece hit him hard on the temple and he fell to the floor, world going blurry around him before going all black.

Harley narrowed her eyes at Joker, "Maybe you need to take a close analysis on how you treat me, you psychopathic clown." Harley said in her not so cute voice. She was angry at him, Quicksilver had been right, she did deserve better.

The cracking and the muscle distortions had stopped, leaving a very dainty female on the table. The belt seemed too big for the small body the laid on the table. Batman's suit caved in on her, her breathing was quicker then normal which might have been a little worrying; but people were just so confused at the reversed effects the titan-fail-formula had on Batman -- err Batwoman?

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Catwoman nodded quickly, "Let's just go get Clark, he's good at finding people? I'm not sure where to even start."

Joker snarled and clasped a hand across his face at Scarecrow's failure. The idiots he was surrounded with. Well, no matter. The girl wasn't that important.

"Maybe you need to take a close analysis on how you treat me, you psychopathic clown." He turned to face Harley. "Baby, not now." He said.

"Baby, not now."

When the Joker spoke those words, Harley saw red. She screamed loudly at the Joker, "Baby, not now this. Baby not now that. When is it ever going to be, Sure baby now! I'm sick of you and your attitude, it's over, Joker." Harley threw her arms down, storming out of the room straight to Room 3. Where she knew Pietro resided.

She blinked lightly, hearing screaming for a high pitched voice, "It's over, Joker!" She tried sitting up noticing she was pinned down. She pulled on her restraints easily removing them from her suit. She sat up covering herself with part of a cape she found attached to the costume she seemed to not really be wearing. She reached up and felt her neck, a loose collar was there. She tried to look down but couldn't see it exactly. "Um..." a small, very feminine voice spoke, "Who are you?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and fear.

Joker watched in dumbfounded silence at Harley's outburst. She had yelled and got mad at him before but not quite like this.

"It's over, Joker!" was the last sentence that rang in his ears - and it sounded like she meant it this time - before his side-kick stormed out the door. Then anger came bubling in, making his face go fury read. He stormed to the door and leaned out. "HARLEY!! GET BACK HERE! IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER!!" Joker yelled after her but she didn't come back. All he got was a bang of the basement's door.

"FINE! BE CHILDISH! BUT WE KNOW YOU WILL BE CRAWLING BACK LIKE A SICK PUPPY!" He huffed and went back to the lab. There he saw Bat-...woman rising from the table and looking at him.

"Who are you?" The Joker paused at that. Sooo, he... SHE doesn't remember anything... He smirked widely. Excellent. What a wonderful opportunity to toy with him... her a little...

He spread his arms and walked towards her, putting on the most friendliest smile he could muster (in other words a very creepy one..). "Oooh how nice! You are finally awake, darling! Your dear Joker was soo worried." He put his arms on her shoulders, and continued at the puzzled look on her face. "You had a liittle accident. Fell down the stairs... Not pretty. So I had him" he pointed at Scarecrow's unconcious body on the floor, "fix you. Don't worry. He was concious while doing it..."

She looked at him, "Dear... Joker?" she asked, "Then... who am I?" she asked. Her cape covered her most dire assets. She easily disposed of the things holding her down. She swung her legs over the side of the table and tired getting off. She stood up for a moment before falling back onto the table. "What's wrong with me...?" she asked, her voice beyond scared.

"You're my woman of course. Don't you remember your Joker? Partner in crime? Uh, I'm wounded..." He put his hand on his chest in (faign) hurt but soon 'recovered'. "Ooh, poor baby... Just blame the pile of hey on the floor. He must have gotten a little too doctory with the medicines." He kicked the body on the floor. "Get up already, idiot."

Her eyes darted quickly to see the body of a man that he was kicking. A little whisper of a memory from Joker yelling at a Batman. She looked up to Joker, "What's a Batman?" she asked, pulling herself easily up onto the counter. Her head was pounding and her body aching.

Joker froze. He cursed in his mind. Was she gaining her memories back? He hoped not. That wouldn't be fun.

"Batman? Never heard of. What a ridiculous sounding name. Whoever has a name like that must be a real air-head. Not that there would be any Batman's, nooo." He babbled and quickly changed the subject. "Those clothes need some trimming." He kicked Scarecrow again. "Up up up! You need to fix..." Joker paused for a second to think a name to call her. "Moranica's clothe's!" He mentally patted himself on the back for the excellent choice.

Scarecrow groaned and tried to shun away from the leg that kicked him.

"Up up up! You need to fix Moranica's clothes!" He heard the Joker's voice order. Moranica? Who the Hell is Moranica? He thought and rose up wobbily. He stubled as Joker threw him some thread and a needle, he had no idea where he had gotten those.

"Why do I need to dot it? I can't even see straight. My head's exploding..." He complained.

She raised an eye brown, "Moranica? God that's awful." She winced at it, but noticed how rushed he was to answer his Batman question, he was lying. She could tell but she didn't know how or why should could tell. She saw the man holding his head, she quickly stumbled to the man, "Stop kicking him, Joker. It's mean and cruel." She said lightly kneeling shakily to help the fallen Scarecrow up, shooting a glare at Joker. He was a mean little man.