Robin, The Girl Wonder
(or: Harley's New Toy)

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Story © Steve Zink

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 author.


Robin, or as he was sometimes referred to by the Gotham press, the Boy Wonder, was on his own for a few days. Batman was away from town on a mission with Superman, and had entrusted Gotham City to his care. Tim Drake felt just a bit overawed at this responsibility, since he was only 16. He knew, however, that the three years he'd spent so far as Batman's sidekick, confidant, and second-in-command would give him the edge he'd need if any situations arose. Besides, if it got really hairy, he could always call Batgirl for help. Nightwing was all the way up in Bludhaven, and could be reached if absolutely necessary, but for all intents and purposes, he was too far away for immediate help.

Since it was early August, Tim did not have to worry about school. He told his folks about a camping trip to the Adirondacks, and that got him out of the house so that he could live and operate out of Wayne Manor and Batcave. Robin unpacked the backpack Tim had filled at the house, and made himself comfortable in the bunk down in the cave. He felt more comfortable there than in any of the guest rooms topside in the mansion. Tim also had the freedom of movement he wanted down there, that would be stifled just a bit by the constant presence of Alfred, Bruce Wayne's butler and advisor. He could even sneak in some time on the Bat Computer to play the latest update to the Bloody Roar game.

For a sixteen-year old, Tim was still a bit on the small side. He hadn't yet had any growth spurts to take him past 4'10" in height, and had such a thin and wiry body from the intense physical activity that both school and his extensive extracurricular duties brought, that he still looked much younger. Tim just knew that he was going to get carded a lot when he finally got a chance to start going out.

The few dates on which he had gone out with Stephanie were so intensely watched that they hadn't dared do any drinking or carousing afterwards, but sooner or later that opportunity was going to arise, and Tim just knew he was going to be embarrassed every time by having to prove his age. Maybe if he started to let his short black hair grow out a little, change the way he dressed...

* * * * *

The Joker had been out of Arkham for only three days before he got back to his usual shtick. Age had done nothing to improve Joker's hideous looks, but then, to some people, he was a darling. His tall frame was covered with a skin that was whiter than white, and topped with bright green hair in a totally outrageous do. The other color offsetting the white was the scarlet red of his lips, permanently fused into a hideous grin. His three piece suits were always purple, so Joker was never hard to find, though he was sometimes hard to look at.

One of those people to whom Joker was a darling was his main squeeze, a seemingly ditzy little blonde with a perfectly proportioned body, if a bit on the top-heavy side, named Harley Quinn. Harleen Quinzel had once been a very sane and sensible psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, but Joker had played with her mind instead of the other way around, and now her blonde hair and beautiful face were hidden under the red and black costume of Harley Quinn.

Harley's costume could best be described as that of a female court jester. It covered her from head to toe in shiny spandex, in alternating sections of red and black. Her long blonde hair was banded into two ponytails sticking raucously out to each side, and these were enclosed within the side lobes on her costume's head. She wore white face paint to match her lover, with a black section painted around the eyes to form a mask.

One night soon after his latest bout with freedom started, Joker made a raid on the WayneTech Research Facility. He'd grown a bit tired of the usual money and gems, and was hoping to find some newly developed weapons which he could utilize in the future. Robin knew that this was a party for more than one, and had called Barbara on the Bat hotline to get her help. The young Bat team performed excellently in stopping the raid, but not before Harley and a few of the Joker's goons made away with a few armloads of goodies. The Joker himself was taken back into custody and the waiting wards of Arkham.

The sad part was that Batgirl had been slightly injured during the fighting, suffering a sprained ankle. She wouldn't be wearing any heels, as either Batgirl or Barbara, for at least a few days. Robin was now going to be on his own until Babs got herself back in working condition.

Back at their hideout, Harley had the guys lay out all the gadgets they'd stolen from the lab. She had a lot more brains than any of the goons, even if she never acted like it, and quickly assessed that there were a few items that could be of very much use, and the rest trash. Harley craftily told the guys that the raid had been a bust, and told them that the entire lot was scrap. She let them go, to work on their own until Mr. J got out of the slammer once again.

Once she was all alone in the building, Harley let out a squealing, "YESSSSS!!" One of the rather smallish boxes that had been liberated from the Wayne lab was covered with warning labels. A small white box with data printed on it was on the side.

WARNING -- DANGEROUS PROTOTYPE
This device has proven to
be capable of completely
reversing the genetic
makeup of animal subjects.

**HUMAN TESTING IS FORBIDDEN**

Harley giggled, and then as if talking to the warning label, said, "Who's going to be testing? I'm going to be using!"

The very next morning, Harley got dressed in her best summer frolic outfit, and went out to do some shopping. With her two outrageous blonde ponytails, a white tube top barely able to contain her generously endowed chest, and some light blue hotpants over white platform sandals with too-high heels, Harley made a sight to behold. She knew what she was doing, however, for the shops at which she had to get some new costume components would not question their need by a woman that appeared in every way to be a well dressed hooker.

Harley soon had a few boxes in her arms filled with the clothes she would soon need. Back at the hideout, she went to work on the red unitard, turning the area that would appear over the left breast black. Harley then stitched a big letter 'R' in yellow on this black circle. She was counting on the size of all the shoes and boots she'd bought to be right, and put everything away on a shelf.

The little box then came in for some further inspection. Harley saw that the top opened up to reveal a programming panel, with a full miniature keypad and a small LCD monitor. When she turned the power on, Harley noted that her worries had been pointless. The device could be set to result in any number of given parameters, including size of the subject. She wondered just who had originated this machine, and for just what uses they had conceived it. Working with the display options, Harley set in all the dimensions that she was going to want to see.

With everything in place, Harley was now ready to set her trap and collect her prize.

Tim was at the third level in his new computer game, and advancing rapidly, when a call came through from the GCPD. "Robin, there is something going on at the zoo. Someone broke into the reptilian section and set free all the snakes, alligators, crocodiles and iguanas and such. They then made a claim that they were going to set some of the big cats free. It was a female voice making the threats, but we've no idea who it was. Can you come down and help to find the perp, while we work on rounding up the animals?"

"Sure, Chief, no sweat. I'll be there in," and Tim looked at the clock to see what time of day it was and judging traffic, "fifteen minutes." Remembering then that Batgirl was out of action, Tim decided that a lark in the zoo couldn't possibly be a problem. He quickly slipped out of his t-shirt and jeans, and into the red and green costume of Robin. He was on his Batcycle, the Redbird, in moments, and soon on the way to the zoo. It all went down so fast that he never got around to telling Alfred where he was going.

Robin pulled in at the zoo amongst a small fleet of police cars. With that many cops on hand, he figured it couldn't possibly take long to gather up all the wayward animals and also find the guilty party. He checked with the site coordinator, then slipped through the crowd of officers mingling near the front gate. Robin checked the area around the oversized terrarium, but found nothing to indicate any wrongdoing. He did see a number of zoo personnel armed with rifles, and hoped they were loaded with tranq darts.

Harley was waiting until Robin had made his way to the relatively secluded area that she was biding her time near. She was dressed in a zoo attendant uniform that she 'borrowed' from a female, now sleeping peacefully under a bush in just her underwear. Harley's anatomy was a bit too large for the uniform, but the buttons were holding so far.

Robin came into her view as he rounded the bend. Harley waved at Robin with her right hand while holding the rifle in her left. He waved back, saying, "Hi, have you seen any people out here other than zoo employees or cops?"

"Nope!" she yelled back. "Just plinking at reptiles, and getting some unscheduled target practice."

"Okay, have fun!" Robin told her, turning his back and walking on.

Harley was having fun, indeed. She raised the rifle to her shoulder, sighted Robin's right thigh in the crosshairs, and fired off a dart with enough juice in it to take out a gator for an hour.

Robin heard a loud report from behind himself, then felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. At the same time looking back at the young lady he'd just talked to, and reaching for the dart he saw imbedded in his thigh, Robin started to fall. He never reached the dart before his eyes closed. But he did see the attendant whipping off her cap to unveil the unmistakable blonde ponytails of Harley Quinn. He lost consciousness too soon for that image to make any impact on his mind.

Harley took the large burlap sack which she'd liberated along with the rifle, and piled the unmoving form of Robin into it. Since she knew she'd made her point with Robin, Harley then put her cap back on, hiding her blonde hair once again. She slung the rifle over her right shoulder, then hefted the burlap bag up and over her left shoulder. Harley knew Robin was relatively light, and was glad he wasn't unmanageable enough to have to drag.

Looking for all the world like any of the other attendants bringing lost reptiles back to their home away from home, Harley joined the others going into the terrarium. From there, however, she made her way to the side doorway from which she'd initially made entry. Her car was parked just outside that door, and when no one was watching, Harley dropped the gun and slid out the door with her bag in both hands.

She set down the inert form of Robin next to the rear door, and after opening it, stooped down to gather him up. The bag was carefully laid out on the back seat, with the head within the bag in an upright position. Harley even secured the seatbelt around him, which might have looked odd to anyone able to see it, but the tinting on the windows prevented that.

Harley wasted no time in getting back to the hideout, but made sure to follow all the speed limits and other traffic directives. She wanted nothing to interfere with her plan. Using as much care as when she'd loaded the bag, Harley took Robin out of the car and into the building.

The instructions on the box had made it clear that a conscious subject could not handle the stress of the change, so Harley took Robin out of the bag and also stripped him out of his costume while he was still out of it thanks to the tranq dart. "What an unremarkable looking face you have," she said, "I wonder who you are?"

Harley knew she still had plenty of time, so she sat Robin in a chair in the middle of the room.

All settings on the box were given one last check, at which point Harley said, "Oh, why not!" and readjusted the setting for breast size. She'd originally set it to match her own 36D, and changed it to 36F. Harley took careful aim, making sure that no part of her own body was in the field area, and pressed the initiate button. Harley had to hold the box in position while the changes took place, and hoped it would not take too long.

In actuality, she was surprised at how quickly the process was finished. No more than two minutes after she'd started the process, Harley had seen the results before her eyes, then heard a tone and saw a blinking yellow light when she looked down. The word, "Complete" was flashing on the viewscreen.

Sitting in the chair in the middle of the room was a teenaged female that would have to be called woman, and not girl. She had the face of a cosmetics cover model, with a small upturned nose, slightly drawn-in cheeks, perfect lips, and the most captivating green eyes. Her long straight hair was dark brown in color, and her thin arched eyebrows matched it. Her 36F chest ballooned out over a 22 inch waist, and she had hips and a butt that would make a Baywatch babe cry in envy. Her long and shapely legs ended in tiny size 6 feet, and her entire skin had a luscious tan, as if she'd been sunbathing in the nude. Harley had done her programming well.

Harley also had one other little trick up her sleeve. Her good friend Pamela Isely, otherwise known as Poison Ivy, had given her a small batch of a special pheromone based chemical that could make a person her mind slave for as much as two weeks per application. While the babe who had been Robin was still sitting in the chair sleeping away her tranquilizer, Harley worked out a way that she could give her an application. At first she thought to use an atomizer, but thought that might waste some of the precious chemical. Then Harley decided upon a two pronged approach.

Grabbing one of her favorite battery powered dildos, she dipped the top four inches in the chemical to give it a good coating. This chemical provided the lubrication necessary to insert it into the virgin pussy of her new toy, and once it was pushed all the way up into her nether regions, Harley turned it on. Even though she was unconscious, Harley could tell that her dildo was causing a reaction. Then Harley poured a tiny amount of the chemical into a small tray, and held it under Robin's nose as it evaporated into the air she was sucking down into her lungs. This breathing grew harder and deeper as the dildo did its job.

Then Harley sat down and waited, letting the dildo do its thing.

Robin could not possibly come out of her drug-induced sleep peacefully with a dildo vibrating between her legs. In fact, it was the effects of a raging orgasm which actually awakened her. A number of things struck her as being wrong right away as her eyes flew open. She heard a loud scream in a deliciously sexy voice coming from her own lips, she felt something causing intense pleasure INSIDE herself in the crotch, and as she looked down to that area, her view was blocked two huge, very round breasts.

Harley saw her starting to jump up, and immediately said, "Stay right there, and don't move." Robin felt herself settling back into the chair, and wondered why. Harley decided to take a little bit of the stress off the poor girl, and reached over to remove the dildo. It had successfully mixed the chemical with her vaginal juices, besides awakening her to the joys of womanhood. "Now then," Harley said, "tell me who you are."

"I am Robin," she replied in a voice which again amazed her. "But why am I telling you this?"

Harley grinned in a way that made her puddin', Mr. J, usually gleeful regardless of the situation, and told her, "I have given you a double dose of a mind control chemical that Poison Ivy gave me. You must obey everything I tell you for about two weeks, at which point I'll give you a renewal. You breathed in some of it, and the rest was absorbed into your system via your intense orgasm. You had that orgasm because I used a nifty little gadget I stole from WayneTech to change you into a woman. And I already know you are, or were, Robin. Tell me your name."

Robin tried to fight it, but something in her head was forcing her lips to move. "My name is Tim Drake."

"Don't you think that name sounds kinda silly for an outstandingly beautiful woman like you?" Harley asked. "Your name is not Tim Drake. Your name is Tina Quinn, and you are my younger sister. Now, tell me again, who are you?"

Tina giggled. "Silly girl, why are you asking me such stupid questions? Do you think I don't know I'm your little sister, Tina?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tina! I thought you were trying to get out of helping me again on our next caper. You do want to put your Repartee costume back on, and go out with me for some fun, don't you?"

"Of course, Harley," Tina told her, "I can't wait to get back into costume. Are we actresses?"

Harley crossed her arms as if to scold, and said, "Harley Quinn and Repartee are two of the most feared criminals in Gotham City! How could you forget!? Tina, what's wrong with you?"

"Tee hee," Tina spurted through the fingers she threw up over her mouth, "I knew I was a villainess, sis! I just love kidding around with you!"

Harley walked over to her sister, and grabbed her by an arm. "Well, then, let's get dressed! Gotham awaits!"

While Harley started to strip and put on her own costume, Tina picked up the white long sleeved turtleneck leotard on her costume pile. She noted the long red diamonds running down from the shoulders to the wrists. Once this was on and zipped up, Tina saw how well it molded and clung to her ample breasts. Harley could see how Tina was enjoying the view, and told her, "Don't forget, Tina, the best comes after your red unitard is on."

Tina slipped her legs into the shiny red fabric, saying, "I know, Harley, I just like seeing them molded in white." She pulled the unitard up and over her chest, and saw how her breasts fit into the red as if it was fitted for them. Tina reached around to zip up her back, and thrilled at the tightness that caused, making the costume seem like a second skin, with the 'R' from her name emblazoned on her left tit.

Tina slipped her legs into the thigh high black boots, and zipped them up. They, too, molded to the legs like a second skin, and Tina just loved the arch the heels put her tiny feet into. She was practically standing on her toes. A thin black weapons belt was added to her right thigh, just above the boot and below her crotch.

Tina saw Harley applying the white paint to her face, then sat next to her to do the same. Tina also echoed the black mask painted on around her eyes, then figured she'd better get her hair back into ponytails like her sister's. She grabbed a few rubber bands, and gathered up the hair on first the left side, then the right, until she had brown hair sticking out sideways the same way Harley had blonde.

Harley waited for Tina to finish, then pulled her cowl up and over her head, inserting the ponytails into the lobes to each side. Tina followed her lead, then put on her white gloves. Both of them pulled the big fan collars on over their necks, then put the matching wrist fans over their glove and sleeve joints. Tina could tell that Harley was her older sister, because she looked a little better than Tina did.

When they stood, though, Tina towered over her sister. Harley had flat heels on her boots, and the 6" heels under Tina gave her a definite height advantage. "Well, you may look better than me, sis, but I still have you beat on height. Nyahhh!!" Tina bragged.

"Oh, give me a break, Tina!" Harley cooed. "You've only been doing your makeup for a little while, and I've been doing it almost forever. You'll get the hang of it, and then there'll be no stopping you!"

That night, the team of Harley Quinn and Repartee hit the Gotham Library for a set of rare books. When Barbara Gordon heard about this the next morning when she went in to work, she regretted not being there as Batgirl. She also wondered where Robin had been, and why he never came to take them on.

Batman came back two days later, and found Tim's supplies in the Batcave. He wondered where Robin had gone off to. The same evening, he was called via the Bat signal to a crime taking place at the Stock Exchange downtown. Batman was stunned to see the buxom assistant that Harley Quinn had working with her, and also took note of the 'R' on her chest, similar to the one Robin wore. He found out why Repartee had that name, when she came back with such witty replies to everything he said while trying to take them down. Alone, he couldn't do it.

In the ensuing nights, Harley also told Tina about her sexual preference for other women, even though she still liked men, and the two romped both on the streets and in bed. Tina was becoming more than Harley could have ever hoped for, and couldn't wait to give her the second dose of the chemical.

The night before Harley was to renew Tina's allegiance, fate struck a blow for the side of justice. Harley and Repartee were enjoying a night on the town, this time in street clothes, not costumes. Harley was a bit ticked that Tina looked so much better than she did in hotpants and heels, but knew that was what she'd set her up for, so she couldn't complain.

What Harley had no clue to was the sting operation the GCPD was doing just that evening, even bringing the now 'heeled' Batgirl in to help. Barbara had done herself up quite nicely, thank you, and was walking the streets in her own man-catching set of hotpants and heels. She would watch the girls maneuvering johns into a pickup, then identify them to her contacts afterward. Harley had let Tina get just a bit too far out of her reach, and Tina found herself spending that night courtesy of the taxpayers downtown.

When Tina woke up on a stinking bench in a cell the next morning, she was a bit confused. She seemed to recall being a bisexual nymphomaniac, but she couldn't remember her name. When her name was called a bit later for release to Harley, who came to retrieve her, she did not know to respond to it. Harley was most definitely not given permission to go into the cellblock, and so the fantastic looking Jane Doe stayed in the cell, while all the other girls went free.

A few hours later, memories started to cascade into Tina's head. First she saw pictures of Robin, then of Tim, then the idea that those were her names. Eventually, the poor girl's thoughts came together, and she got the attention of a guard. While he was coming, she looked into her purse. Amongst all the makeup and stuff was an ID card, with her name, Tina Quinn, on it. By this time, Tina remembered everything, at least, all the changes Harley had caused.

The guard was convinced by Tina, using Tim's wiles, that she was a relative of Bruce Wayne, and needed desperately to get in touch with him. Bruce took the cleverly disguised hints that Tina had given, and knew he'd better get downtown fast.

He listened to Tina's story, and believed every word. He knew about the theft which had taken place two weeks earlier at his lab, and also found the team which had devised the machine. Before Bruce knew of a reason why not to, he had told them to destroy any and all notes to the process they'd discovered, along with any parts related to the equipment. Now he knew just how effective that machine could be, and that Harley Quinn had the only copy of it.

Bruce was more than a bit surprised to find that Tina wanted very much to stay in the form she occupied, and to continue as Robin, with a few pertinent changes made to the costume. Bruce gave in, and Tina had a costume made of spandex that would show off her figure nicely.

It was composed of bright green legs and a not quite red but more pink top over her torso, with short green sleeves and matching green gloves. A little green mask covered her eyes, and a yellow and black cape hung from her shoulders, with her long brown hair hanging free. There was also a thin yellow belt hanging loosely from her tiny waist. The neatest part for her was the pair of red boots which came to just below her knees, and continued to give her a nice boost in height. She'd become used to operating in heels, and felt unbalanced without
them.

It wasn't until a week or so later that both Harley Quinn was taken in, without any sign of her sex-change toy, and Batgirl found out how much fun the new Robin was out of costume. Now she had someone to play with besides Catwoman!

And so ends the beginning of the story of Robin, the Girl Wonder!


 

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