Batgirl and Harley: Things Change

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Story İ Steve Zink and Super Hero

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the authors.

Normally grinning to rival Joker's maniacal face, Harley Quinn looked morose. After the heist they pulled got busted by Batgirl, Harley snuck away to her hidden car, while Batgirl turned Joker over to the GCPD. 'Oh fine, here I am, a poor little Harlequin, all dressed up and nobody to play with,' Harley mused. 'That damned Batgirl had to go and get my poor Puddinı all locked up and put away.'

"Thank you, officer," Batgirl said as she handed over the Batcuff keys. "Now, if youıll excuse me, it has been a long night, and I'm planning on getting to bed." The Dominoed Dare Doll moved to her battered Batcycle, and finally got it to start after a few tries. "Blast Joker for nearly destroying it," she screamed out loud in frustration. She started off for home, going slow and having to restart the motorcycle every once in a while.

Harley watched Batgirl from the shadows as her troubles mounted, and giggled to herself as she started to follow in her own personal "Harleymobile". Joker had rigged up this two-tone red and white Torino with devices that would have made James Bond green with envy, and hid an engine and transmission under the hood that would enable her to evade almost any interceptor. "Hee, hee...I guess that sugar I put in her gas tank must be slowing Batgirl down. I never guessed it would be this easy to follow her. I might have to watch myself, and make sure I don't get ahead of her at the rate she's going!"

Batgirl looked down at her bike once she made it to within a block of her hideaway, disgusted. "What is wrong with this thing?" She looked around, and saw no one watching her. She pulled it into the alley by her apartment.

"Aha! The Batbitch must be close to home," Harley observed from a block away, her car hiding once more in the shadows. "Let's see now, if the bike disappeared down that alley, she must have a hidden panel in there somewhere..."

Batgirl moved the normally plain looking brick in the ancient alley wall to cause a small opening to appear in the corner of the building. Instead of driving into it directly, she rolled the Batcycle in, then closed the panel again. She climbed up the fire escape to her second story floor, and pulled open the window. "Home, sweet, home..."

She pulled the cowl up and over her head, and shook loose her long red hair. Babs took a quick look at her clock, saw she could still get a bit of sleep before she had to get up in a few hours and collapsed on the bed. She was so tired she didn't get out of costume.

The female jester waited a few minutes, then eased her car slowly to the corner of the alleyway into which she saw Batgirl disappear. She parked the two-tone Torino, got out and poked her head around the corner. "Yes, this looks like it!" Harley giggled, a smile again beaming on her face. She watched as the hidden doorway closed again, and the Dominoed Dare Doll made her way up to her apartment. 'I wonder where she gets the strength to climb stairs like that at this time of the night and after all that action,' she thought. 'All right, let's see, she went up to the second floor, looks like about the middle apartment or so.'

Harley went around to the entryway of the apartment complex. She stepped inside and looked at mailboxes. Those of the second floor all had male names on them, except for Barbara Gordon - 2E. It looked like she had just hit the jackpot!

She went up the elevator, since there wasn't a soul awake at that time of the night, and found 2E. The toy kit on her belt had the right pick for the door, and Harley edged her way into Ms. Gordon's apartment. In the bedroom, she saw her laid out on the bed, still in her costume. She stood there taking in the sight, and thought, 'She must have been really tired! Poor girl, I guess your beauty sleep will have to wait.'

Harley made her way to the side of Batgirl's bed, and took a vial of chloroform from her toy bag. She pulled a tissue from the dispenser on Barbara's dresser, and soaked it. Harl stuck it in front of the poor, too-tired-to-notice heroine's nose, and gave it a minute to work. It was kind of hard to tell, when she had already been sleeping.

The foreign odor caused Barbara to stir for a moment, and she mumbled, "What...isszzzzzzzzzzz." Her breathing became regular after racing for a moment in her regained sleep.

Harley Quinn felt right proud of herself, and proclaimed aloud, "You may not know this, Batgirl, but since youıre out now, I can tell you that I've dreamed of getting you into my clutches for the past year! Puddin always kept you for himself. But now, bitch, it's my turn!"

She crouched and lifted the slumbering black form from her bed, then reached down to grab the cowl Batgirl had thrown off. Harley needed to make sure she had the whole costume. She looked around, and didn't spot any other loose articles. After she made sure the hallways were still void of other people, Harl took her to the elevator and went back down to ground level. At that point she started to wish she'd wrapped Batgirl in a blanket or something, so she wouldn't be so obvious, but then, Harley's bright red and white stood out like a sore thumb already, so what was the difference?

Batgirl's limp form was placed not so gently onto the rear bench seat after Harley opened the passenger side door and flipped the seat back forward. She put the seat back up and then climbed in behind the wheel. With Batbitch in the rear seat of the car, Harley zoomed out of the neighborhood and headed back to what was 'their' hideout. Right now, she guessed it was just hers.

Harley figured that some fascinating dreams must have been playing out in Batgirl's induced slumber. She heard her mumbling in her sleep, "Thank you for saving me, Wonder Woman, and taking me away in your plane..." Babs tossed over on the seat, still quite asleep.

The dreamy musings had not gone unnoticed, and Harley looked over her shoulder as she waited at a red light. "Oh, hee hee, too much! She talks in her sleep, and even thinks she's with Wonder Slut! That gives me an idea, hee, hee!"

When they arrived at the hideout, Harley took the comatose Batgirl into a side room, and removed the costume from her body. For a brief moment, she could continue to get her rest. "But I'll be back in just a minute, bitch!" Harley gleefully said as she left the room. She was hoping that Batgirl would stay sleeping for at least twenty minutes...

The redhead not only slept, but gave more commentary on what her dream world was like. "And this is a deserted island...with no other people...except hundreds of Amazons..." She slept, contented with her joyous dreams.

It took Harley a bit longer than she'd thought to get Puddin's old Wonder Woman costume out of his toybox, but *PHEW*, that thing sure was tight! WOW! She had to find that black wig. "Let's see...here it is. Now, how much makeup am I going to need? I look like a little tart, and the Amazon is a statuesque beauty, oh well..." Harley worked over her face for a few minutes, and smiled demurely at the result. Her wide grin was on hold for just a little while.

"Oh, good, she's still sleeping," Harley said as she walked back into the room, fully dressed as Wonder Woman. She got everything ready, then waved some smelling salts under Batgirl's nose.

She started to wake up, slowly it seemed, probably due to the exhaustion added to the chloroform. "Did I miss the alarm?" Babs mumbled, as she pushed herself up and took a look around.

Harley made a mental note to watch her voice... "Hello, Batgirl! I found you in pretty bad shape, and brought you here to Paradise Island to recover. Are you feeling any better now?"

"I...Iım feeling a little strange, as if Iıve been asleep for a while? What happened? Iım having trouble remembering."

"You were in a pitched battle with Joker, and Batman alerted the JLA to step in, since he was otherwise detained. I arrived just as the Joker was led away, and I saw you collapsed on the ground nearby. I gave you a sedative to calm you down during the trip, and your costume is being cleaned as we speak. Are you feeling well enough to stay up for a while now?"

"Thank you," Batgirl answered, "I would hate to have any of the cops look at my real face..." She stood up. "I think I'm fine..." She grabbed on to Wonder Woman's shoulder, then changed it a bit, "I think Iım somewhat fine..."

"Batgirl, is that a wig you're wearing for a disguise?" Harley asked as she saw her head up close.

"No, it's real," she said, as she lightly pulled her hair. "See...is yours?"

"Trade secret, Batgirl! You know, now that I see you up close and personal, could I ask you something?"

"What?" The redhead sat down on the bed, feeling her strength returning.

"I adored your body from afar for so long, and now weıre only inches apart. Would you consider going girl to girl?"

"Uh...Wonder Woman is really a lesbian, or at least, bi?" Batgirl mumbled. "You really want to make love to me?" She stared at Wonder Woman's deep blue eyes. "Wow..."

"Don't ever tell, Batgirl, but...you know how we have just females here on Paradise Island, right? Well, we find women to be quite good at pleasing each other, and I want so much to please you."

"Of course, but Iım unsure of how to do this... How do we begin, like this?" Babs stood up, and began kissing her on the lips.

"MMMMMmmmmmm...youıre off to a good start, Batgirl. Now, sit down on the bed and get comfortable, while I get out of my costume."

"Yes..." Batgirl laid back on the bed watching her, and dreamily said, "You canıt imagine all of the fantasies I have about you."

"I'm flattered, Batgirl! And here I always thought it was one sided!" Harley took off the bustier, and then pulled down the blue star spangled trunks. "Do you want me to leave my boots on, or take them off?"

"Well, how ticklish is the Mighty Amazon?"

"I'm not telling, and now I'm leaving them on for sure!" Harley took off the tiara from her brow, making sure the black wig was secure. She was now naked, except for the boots. "Now then, Batgirl, let me show you how one Amazon pleases another."

Harley slipped down onto the bed next to Batgirl, and had to fight the temptation to love her. But no, she had other, better plans... "I hope your crotch is clean, Batgirl!"

"Only my red hair, which is starting to get rather damp."

"Oh my, but you taste good. MMMMMM." Harley used her tongue in Batgirl's tight pussy, loosening her up so that her clitoris stood proud. She wiggled her tongue back and forth across it, then used her incisors to nibble gently on it.

"My worrrddddd..." Barbara said, as she shivered at Wonder Woman's skill. "That feels great!"

Harley pushed back on her, then grabbed both of Batgirl's tits and squeezed her nipples, while still clenching her clitoris with her teeth.

Batgirl clenched the bedspread with both of her hands, and screamed, "Oh...squeeze harder!"

The nipples hardened and stood out more, so Harley pinched each one that much harder. She took the sides of Batgirl's vulva and lapped at them, causing nerve endings there to fire away. When she next clipped her clitoris, it was so hard it felt like stone.

"My God, I canıt believe this..." Barbara uttered through clenched teeth, as she started to arch her back. "Wonder Woman and me..."

As Harley started to rapidly flick her tongue back and forth across the heroine's clitoris, she seemed to be getting ready to come.

"I've never reached," Batgirl breathlessly said, as she arched her back once again, "an orgasm this quickly..." She started to cum as her body shook.

Seeing and feeling her rapidly climax, Harley let up and hinted by fingering her own vulva.

Batgirl saw that she was stimulating her own vagina, and said, "Ohh...I am so sorry..." She moved down, and slowly started to massage Wonder Woman's clitoris with her fingers, and then begin to lick her vulva.

This quick action got Harley a bit worried, and she thought, 'I sure hope she doesn't accidentally break open that capsule next to my clit with her fingers, before getting into it with her teeth...'

The redhead began to lick her clitoris, which she finally noted was surrounded by Harley's blonde bush, but was too engrossed to question this. She started to lick up and down her pussy.

"Oh my...you DO have a way with that tongue! Have you practiced with Catwoman or something?"

"No...but sometimes..." Batgirl began to lick her vagina with even more fervor, sticking her tongue in it. "I wish sheıd capture me!"

"Batgirl, you're getting so close with your tongue! Bite me and chew me!"

"Of course," she answered with a grin, then took a bite and started to eat her out. "Whatıs this?" Batgirl suddenly blurted, after she bit down on some object. She moved back a little, and noticed Wonder Woman's vulva had a blonde bush again.

"Eat well, Batgirl! Take your pills! That little jewel you chomped down on is filled with Puddin's brain modification juice! Enjoy!!!!!"

"What..." she muttered as she swallowed the medicine. "Puddin!? You aren't Wonder Woman. You're," Batgirl pulled off the wig, "youıre Harley Quinn!"

"Yes, indeed, Batgirl! That I am! But wait, what name did I just call you? I thought we were planning on *you* capturing Batgirl. I guess weıve got to plan pretty soon, don't we Catwoman?"

"Catwoman?" Barbara's brain did some fast refiguring, at the inducement of Joker's drug. "Why would I, the great Catwoman, have any planning to do with you, Harley Quinn?"

"Awe, c'mon, Catwoman, have a heart. I'm only tryin' to help, since my Puddinı is out of circulation right now. I have your costume in the room next door, if you really want to get away from me and start searching on your own!"

"Iım feeling weird, but also extremely happy, for some reason. And I think I have you to thank for that, so let me repay my debt." Babs tossed Harley onto the bed, and began to lick her breasts. "Your tits are purrrrfect..."

"Oh...youıve discovered my weakness, Catwoman! My tits are so tight and horny."

"Let me see if thereıs anything else that is so tight and horny," the woman who now knew that she was the ultimate female criminal said, as she reached down and fingered Harley's clitoris, while licking her breasts and slightly biting the nipples.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Catwoman! Oooooo...I feel so fired up! I need you bad!"

Catwoman began to kiss her on the lips, letting some of the chemicals go into Harley's mouth. "Wow, you seem as horny as Batgirl always seems to be. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with her?" She continued to finger Harley, busy as the small amount of the chemical, possibly negligible enough to be useless, entered her body. Then Catwoman grinned maliciously, and said, "Wait...Batgirl? Sex with Batgirl? Youıre Batgirl, aren't you? Perhaps Iıd tie Batgirl up, and this little pussy would have some fun with hers, like this."

Catwoman then moved down her body, slowly licking it until she reached her clitoris. She then teased it with her tongue.

"Oh, Catwoman, youıre getting to me too quickly! I need to be tied up for full benefit of the scene. Please, make me your slave, and do with me what you will! I yearn to be your lover and your slave!"

"Of course," she replied as she grabbed the pillow case and ripped it up, tying the blonde's hands and legs to the bed. "Now, letıs see what else I can do to you?"

Catwoman grabbed some pills in a nearby bottle. "This looks like Viagra, which is supposed to be as good on women as men; let's see how good." Before Harley could say anything about the mistake Catwoman was making, she put the chemical that had the Joker's mind bending properties into Harley's mouth. She then put a gag in, and tied another piece of pillow case around her head.

"MMphphhh!!!!!!"

The woman whose name was now Selina had no idea that Harley had been given anything other than a sexual stimulant, and began to tell Harley what the love scene would be like. "Now youıll be Batgirl, who when I bring her to orgasm, will be my purrrfect love slave." She slowly stroked Harley's breasts with her fingernails...no, her claws.

"OOooommommmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Arching her back was the only motion Harley could make...she wouldıve screamed, as her body was on fire with orgasm, but her mouth was sealed!

The orgasm brought on changes in Harley, in line with what Catwoman had unknowingly ordered. 'Whatıs happening?' she thought. 'My brain feels like it's on fire?'

In her ignorance of the implications of what she was doing, Catwoman said, "Now, letıs have some fun, and see how you taste." She moved down, and began to lap up fluids flowing from her vulva. "This tastes so good..."

Harley was reacting in the only way she could, and thought, 'If I could spread my legs any more, I would...oh, she's doing me so well...I hope there isn't any more Joker juice in my pussy...'

"Now, Batgirl, let me finish you off," Catwoman said as she slowly stroked her ass and then lightly licked her vagina. "Now, this tastes great, though a little different from the last time I had fun with you, Batgirl, my little sex slave." Then her nose twitched a bit. "How are you feeling, Batgirl? I feel different. Iım feeling a little strange." She moved up and removed the gag from the blonde's mouth.

"I am Batgirl...yes, Iım Catwoman's pet...Batgirl is a friend and ally of Catwoman..." was all she could say at first; her mind was reeling. "Why should you feel different, Catwoman? You and I have both been lovers for so long, and youıre the most evil feline villainess in the world! I wish I could join you in your thrilling adventures, not just in your bed!"

This sounded just fine to Catwoman. "How about, you take a different identity as Catgirl, and join me? Or, I could join you as Batwoman, and then trick Batman and Robin and have fun with them? What do you think about that?"

"Oh my, Catwoman! Youıd honor me by letting me be your Catgirl? I think disguising ourselves as Batwoman and Batgirl would be a trip! Think of the mayhem weıd cause!"

"Let me get your Batgirl costume for you, then I'll try and find a Batwoman costume." Catwoman started to untie one of her arms. "Unless you want to do something else?"

"I am spent, Catwoman. I wish I could do more. Unless you need me to do you some more? Otherwise, I think we have just what you need for a Batwoman costume in the room next to this one. Itıs a big costume storage area!"

"Of course," she said as she untied Batgirl the rest of the way, and helped her up, "I hope your red wig is there." Catwoman looked at the ground, and spotted what had been discarded earlier. "Hey, a Wonder Woman costume, and a black wig? Should I go as her, or as Batwoman?"

"If you think you could fill the Wonder Woman costume, go for it! You could fool anybody, Catwoman! Youıre a mistress of disguise!

"Of course, but I think Iıll need to borrow your boots," she said, pointing down to Batgirl's toes.

"Oops, sorry about borrowing your boots, Wonder Woman. I didn't think you'd mind if I tried them on. I think they look so sexy..."

"No problem, now get dressed, before I have to punish you." Catwoman gave her a gentle squeeze in the ass.

"On my way! Don't punish me any more tonight! Well, maybe..." The blonde then unzipped the boots and passed them to the redhead. She ran into the room next door to change.

Catwoman dressed, pulling the gold, red, blue and white costume on. She added the golden bracelets and power belt, and the tiara went on after the wig. Finally, she zipped on the long red boots.

In the other room, the new Batgirl picked up the shiny black costume and slid her legs into it. It felt so tight and sexy...after she had it up over her torso, she stuck her arms into the sleeves and then reached behind her back to pull up the zipper. Her voluptuous and lithe body was now encased in glossy black...as it should be. 'The red wig is in a box here somewhere, lets see...ah, here it is.' She pulled it on over her short blonde hair, then placed the black cowl over her head, with its attached yellow cape. The yellow gloves and boots went on easily, and finally she pulled the utility belt around her waist.

Batgirl was now completely as she knew she should be, and as she reentered the other room, she said, "I'm all set and ready to go, Catwo...oops...Wonder Woman!"

The raven haired Amazon was standing before her, fists resting on her hips, and legs spread in a power pose. "Well, what do you think of me?" She twirled around. "Good enough to be a superheroine?"

"Good enough to fool the JLA! Let's go see what fun we can have!"

"Do you know where the Batcave is?"

"I've got it in my computer here, let's see...ah, hidden under a mansion on the west side of Gotham."

"Then let's go. It was a good idea I had, stealing the Jokerıs hideout. Let's get into his purple convertible, but we should paint it black the next time we use it." She paused, then continued, "Wait, I think I see something that will be useful, Joker's mind drug, we may need this later." The two vixens then started chatting as they got into the Jokermobile.

"The mind drug? My, my, my Cat...Wonder Woman, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Possibly...why don't you tell me what you have in your evil little mind?"

"Welllllllllll, here's what we do. Inside the Batcave is a monstrous collection of disguises, even more than we have here. By a long shot! Anyway, Wonder Woman and Batgirl can find a way to get Batman, Robin, Nightwing, maybe even Huntress, all together in the Batcave. Then we get them each a dose of mindbender, and put their costume supply to good use! How would you like to have as many as four new henchwomen, eh?"

"That sounds...purrrfect...wait, did you say henchWOMEN? Oh, I get it now! Meowwwwrrrrrr, this is going to be fun! Though we should start off with getting two at a time. Do you have any ideas of what our henchwomen should be? Just plain Kittens, or possibly something special?" Cat...no, Wonder Woman started driving to the edge of town.

"I think we could use different cat names, y'know, like Manx, Lynx, Cougar, things like that. Like it?"

"Purrrfect, youıre worthy of being a Catgirl," came from the lips of somebody who didn't look the part. She took one hand off the wheel, and started to feel up Batgirl's tits.

"Oh, my, that feels good...but don't you think you should watch the road..."

"You spoilsport," the raven-tressed faux heroine said as she turned back and faced the road. They drove to the location of the Batcave, and pulled over.

"We should sneak in from here," Wonder Woman said, even though she couldıve made a grand entrance. She got out of the car and went to the Batcaveıs entrance.

"But why should we have to sneak? All we have to do is make a call from the JLA, saying youıre coming to visit, and weıd be in as easy as pie!"

"I shouldıve thought of that, but I donıt have a communicator; perhaps there's one in your utility belt?"

"Everything under the sun...let's see. 'JLA to Earth.' Yep, it works! 'Batcave, do you copy me?'"

"Robin here," said a voice on the radio, "what is it, Batgirl?"

"Robin, thank God you're there! Word just came from the JLA Watchtower that Brainiac is loose, and heading for Gotham City. They sent Wonder Woman down to give us a hand in building up a beachhead to hold him off."

"I'm showing Spoiler around the Batcave, so she can help," Robin replied. "I've just activated Nightwing and Huntress to come here, also. But it might be a little while before Batman can come here."

"Great!" said Wonder Woman upon hearing this, while rubbing her hands. "Another kitten."

"Robin, where is Batman right now?"

"In a private meeting; he should be out in thirty minutes, and back in another ten on top of that. But Nightwing and Huntress are enroute, and will be here in around twenty minutes."

"Thanks for the briefing, Robin. I'm just outside the Batcave with Wonder Woman right now. Any chance of coming out for us?"

"Okay, we're coming right out," was the reply from the radio.

"Get ready," Wonder Woman said, as she fingered her lasso; it wasn't the real magical lasso, and it wasn't her whip, but it would be useful for when they came out.


to be continued...

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