"I'll have some fun with you."

"I'll have some fun with you."

A sinister smirk crossed Poison Ivy's lips.

Vines hoisted the newly dubbed "Harley" off her feet and restricted her to a chair.

"Try to relax. This shouldn't take long."

One of the plants slotted an IV right into Jason's vein, a candy pink liquid rushing through the tube and into her bloodstream. She watched with anticipation as her special compound went to work. She had already altered her subject to physically be the woman of her dreams, but her mental state left much to be desired. She doubted she'd be able to break Red Hood entirely but the best she could do was alter her brain chemistry to be more in line with Harley's. Soon after the liquid began to flow, Jason could feel the foreign thoughts begin to slip into her mind.

If she struggled, the vines would simply tighten, grazing her more sensitive areas and not by accident.

Jason didn’t have a moments rest. She couldn’t come to grips with her new body and all the feelings that came with it. But as the IV began to poke into her arm, she struggled, feeling her platinum blonde hair hit her face and juicy legs kicking as she struggled for dear life.

“NO!”

She shouted as the needle broke her skin, and the pink chemicals started to flow. All the while the vines started to touch her. Her nipples, her pussy, a special spot on her back… her mind was already dealing with these new emotions, and the stimulation was making things a lot harder to concentrate.

“What… what is in this shit?”

She asked, learning to sit still so not to get the vines to tighten.

"Just a little cocktail I made to top you off. Didn't think I'd need it, but again, I was expecting to just nab a random nobody to be my new Harley. I made it just in case my subject's will was a little stronger than I anticipated."

Ivy smiled, rubbing Jason's thigh.

"Without getting too much into technical details, it'll make you less... you... and more... Harley. My kind of Harley."

Jason bristled at Ivy’s touch. “Harley? Your kind of Harley?” She didn’t like the sound of that. But… more and more she reacted in a more.. pleasurable way to Ivy’s sweeping of her leg, until she let out a quiet moan.

“Whaddya mean, more like your kinda Harley?” She shouted before she clasped her hands on her mouth. The way she said that… this was wrong. “The hell ya do to me? Change me back!”

"The kind of Harley that will love me back."

Ivy's hand pushed the vine rubbing against her pelvis further in, coming closer to her subject and smiling. She felt Jason's breath hit her face, the IV almost empty.

"God, you're already talking like her."

Ivy couldn't help herself. From what she could tell, her subject's body was responding positively to her touch and presence.

As the last drops of the pink chemicals entered Jason’s body, as she looked at her green captor. She hated how hot she looked. She hated how she was making her feel like her special princess.

Jason shook her head, realizing the intrusive thoughts entering her head. She attempted to speak in a way that was un-Harley like, enunciating her words.

“Ya… Can’t… Do this ta me!”

She grunted in frustration. Her attempt to speak resulted in a voice like Harley was dumbing this down.

“So what’s ya plan? Ya gonna keep me like this forever, toots?”

"Keep you like this? I'm not holding you here against your will, darling."

The vines let her go but Ivy remained up close and personal, her hands roaming the clown princess' body.

"I got you a gift."

A vine delivered a golden trinket to her hand. It was a choker collar similar to Harley's one that read "Puddin" but instead it read "Ivy."

"Do you like it?"

She put it on Jason without waiting for a response.

The choker was put on Jason, marking her as Ivy’s property. What a thought… a sweet gift

“Like it? I LOVE it!”

Jason’s eyes widened in horror. She had meant to say hate, but it’s like her body reacted against her wishes, making her boobs and new trinket bounce.

“I’m… I’m leavin’ Red!”

She blushed as she started to turn around, walking towards the door. But it felt like she was walking like she always had, but it was… wrong. She started taking shorter strides, which made her hips move back and forth, showing off her impressive ass to Ivy. But once she got about ten feet from Ivy, her feet stopped moving.

"Leaving? I don't think so."

Ivy frowned, her vines coming to life. However, just before she could restrain her new girlfriend, a familiar face appeared in the doorway.

"Ivy.... M-me?! What tha fuck is goin' on in here?"

None other than the one true Harley Quinn stood there, wiping her face where her tears made her makeup run.

Jason couldn’t be more relieved, and completely forgot her situation for a second.

“She turned me into friggin’ copy of ya! My girlfriend is fuckin’ crazy!”

She cursed herself for letting her call Ivy her girlfriend.

"Shut it, Clone Wars!"

Harley snapped.

"Christ, why do you look so slutty? Ivy, is she tellin' tha truth? Did ya make some random chick a copy of me?"

"I-I..."

Ivy was lost for words, her face reddening.

Jason frowned as she stamped her foot.

“Who ya callin’ slutty? I’m dressed exactly like ya! I’m not some random chick! I’m fuckin’ Red Hood!”

She felt the need to defend herself, but realized that maybe this should have been kept a secret. God why was Harley so hot-headed and abrasive?

"What?!"

Harley froze, looking her twin up and down. She moved closer, pinching Jason's cheek and poking her breast.

"No fuckin' way you're Red Hood! Ya got tits! Since when could ya do this kinda shit, Red?"

"Oh, I, er... was just experimenting is all."

Jason bristled at Harley’s touch, slapping Harley’s hand away.

“Oh get offa me! Hands off the merch! Fuckin… Red here was sad that you were Gaga over Mister Jay, and she wanted me to replace ya sorry ass!”

She wasn’t sure if this was the best strategy, but maybe if Harley got mad enough at Ivy, she could convince her to change him back.

"She WHAT? Iv', is that true?"

"Of course not. She's lying. I was just testing some of my chemicals on her and this was the end result."

Harley looked between the two women. She was more inclined to believe her best friend instead of some bat-simp vigilante.

"Well..."

Harley gave her twin another once over.

"Ya did a really good job, for what it's worth. I think this look suits ya way better than that dumb big red chrome dome you were always wearin'. Who woulda thought you could pull off my pigtails?"

Jason’s heart sank as she felt Harley start to side with Ivy.

“Gee, thanks…” she gritted her teeth, trying to sound as sincere as possible. That was not very much. “Well, now that your back, maybe you can change me back? Since ya don’t need me to be Harley anymore?”

"Huh..."

Harley thought for a second. A devilish idea crossing her mind. She gave Ivy a knowing look as she began to pace around her twin.

"Y'know, Mister J and I just broke it off. Was pretty messy, too. Lotsa dead goons. I wouldn't be surprised if he sent his juggalo rejects after me to bump me off."

The blonde explained, feeling parts of Jason's body for authenticity.

"Since Iv' did such a bang up job, how's about we put this new bod of yours to good use?"

Harley smirked at the redhead. The botanist furrowed her brows for a moment but slowly caught on to what she meant.

"That's right. How's about we send you on over to the Joker gift wrapped and everything? Fitting punishment for breaking into my hideout."

Ivy folded her arms.

Jason looked around as Harley circled her, feeling more and more unsafe.

“That would neva’ work. Iv’ did this on purpose tor replace ya’! Do ya think she just coincidentally made a chemical concoction to make me look like ya?”

She started to slowly inch towards the door, hoping to be as subtle as possible as the criminal couple smirked at her.

"I mean, ya right, me, it is a little sus and we're def gonna talk 'bout it later."

The true Harley shot a look at the plant goddess.

"But I think Mister J would get off my ass a hell of a lot quicker if we sent ya crawling back ta him in my place."

Jason couldn’t wait any longer. She made a break for the door, but with all her new body mass and center of gravity, to her captors, she looked very silly. But she still tried to reach for the door.

"BAHAHAHA!"

Harley grabbed her sides as she burst out in laughter at her copy's fumble.

"What's wrong, blondie? Ain't used ta ya new body?"

Vines ensnared Red Hood, holding her upside down by her ankles.

"I like your idea, Harley. She can keep Joker busy while you lay low with me."

She struggled against the vines, her new pigtail’s hanging down as she felt the sensation of being upside down, her new boobs almost hitting her chin. Jason didn’t like the emphasis on the she despite… her being entirely female.

“You two are insane! Joker will see right through this! He’ll never believe I’m you! And then you’ll be right back where ya started!”

"I'm glad you brought it up."

Ivy smirked sinisterly, removing the "Ivy" collar from her captive. A vine procured a matching one, this time reading "Joker." She slapped it on Jason without hesitation, the device activating. Instead of thoughts of Poison Ivy flooding her mind, she saw images of the Joker. Rather than the usual disgust and disdain for the vile villain, a new feeling emerged. One that was highly confusing as he body was reprogrammed to feel urges for the psychotic man that murdered her once before. Her seething hatred was replaced with equally intense lust for him. Jason had endured plenty of pain, especially since becoming Red Hood, but this was a whole new level of sadistic ****.

"Something tells me you're going to fit in just fine."

Ivy teased, her vines readjusting Jason to hold her upright.

"How do you feel about the Joker now?"

Ivy asked, placing a hand on her hip and shifting her weight, raising a brow with curiosity. Harley glanced between her clone and the redhead.

Jason felt the head rush of being put back on her feet, wobbling a but.

”How do I feel about Mistah Jay?”

She practically screamed afterwards, realizing the words that left his mouth. She… hated him! She began to rant.

”He’s… a criminal! A psychopath! My angel! My Puddin’! I wanna rip out his throat! I wanna kiss his gorgeous face! He’s the most handsome, loving hunk in Gotham!”

At some point her insults became compliments as her body started heating up for the man she once despised, almost without her realizing it. She felt a moistness in her netherregions, which she shifted her legs to during her rant.

"Hah! Sounds like you're a lil' lovesick ta me, blondie!"

Harley grinned, finding it amusing that the Red Hood, the same man that beheaded a bunch of Black Mask lieutenants when he made his debut, was standing there all flustered on cloud nine at the mere mention of the Joker.

"I think we'll deliver you gift wrapped to him. That is what you want, isn't it?"

Ivy wasn't looking forward to the conversation she was going to have with Harley once they disposed of Red Harley, but in the mean time she was enjoying her suffering.

Jason tried to fight it. She was actually physically trying to reject these feelings.

"I don't... I don't... I don't want to leave him!... FUCK!"

She stomped her foot in a very Harley manner, feeling afraid of what she might do when she comes in contact with the Joker.

"You... just because you put some sick love curse on me, doesn't mean I'm Harley! I'll fight this!"

She attempted to rip the collar off her neck.

The collar zapped Jason whenever she tried to remove it.

"Now, now, that's not the answer I was looking for."

A vine delivered a remote to Ivy's hand. She turned the dial to raise the collar's control to snuff out Jason's resistance. She'd still be able to be a little defiant, but acting out like this would never convince the Joker.

"GAAAAH!"

She spasmed on the floor from the collar, and her thoughts began to drain. The part of her brain that didn't want to follow Harley or Ivy's commands... or anyone's for that matter, was being corroded. Jason breathed heavily on the floor as she attempted to get up, a part of her brain now broken.

"Now what was that nonsense you were saying about not being Harley?"

Ivy coiled a brow, her ruby lips curling into a vile grin.

"I was saying that... IT IS NONSENSE! Of course I'm Harley!"

Red Harley looked in abject horror to Ivy. Her entire brain had been rewritten from the smallest suggestion from Ivy. What else could she possibly take from her now? She looked between Ivy and Harley. With their minds together, it was hard to imagine a worst pair of people to rewrite your mind.

"Great. So we're going to let you walk out that door and what is the first thing you're going to do?"

Ivy seemed satisfied with Jarley's response.

"I don't think I've eva seen this side of ya before, Iv'. It's kinda hot."

Harley commented, finding this side of her friend enthralling.

"I'm gonna run! I-I-I'll fight him!"

Jarley gulped, feeling that in a second, she might have a different opinion about what she was going to do.

"Fight him? You sure you don't just wanna fuck him instead?"

Ivy laughed at how uncomfortable Jarley was.

"I think I know ya problem! Too much pent up sexual frustration. Iv' is right. I think ya just gotta go show Mistah J how much he means to ya!"

Oh god... this couldn't be happening. That was the one thing she didn't want Ivy to say.

"NO! You're.... RIGHT! I... When I see Mistah J, I'm gonna let him fuck my brains out! I wanna kiss his face and feel his hog up inside me! I'll make sure he knows how much I love him!"

She put her hands over her face, burning after the humiliating confession. Because with the choker, and the suggestions... they were all true. She kinda did want that.

"That's better. You can go now. Go on back to your man."

Ivy shooed her away just like that.

That was it? That was how she. was going to leave..

Jason was already moving. The door she wanted to leave through this whole time now meant a world of unknowable future. Would Batman look for her?

"I'll get out of this! And when I do, I'm going to kick ya ass!"

She called out, a final threat before she walked out the door.

Jason of course knew where Joker's lair was. And almost robotically she would turn and take supermodel steps across the darkness of Gotham City. Until she finally made it. The Joker's hideout, an abandoned carnival at the end of a rotting pier on the East End. Jason gulped as she knocked on the door. Oh god, please let the Joker not be home.