Damian snuck out

The evening sky over Gotham spelled danger. Freaks lurked around every corner. Most feared to venture out into the night but not Damian. The boy wonder ran and leapt from rooftop to rooftop with acrobatic grace. His annoyance with his father having turned to fuel. He sought not to simply perform acts of justice, but to mainly blow of steam on the only people society would let him get away with: criminals.

Low and behold, his police scanner picked up an alarm. The Gotham Museum. He took off grappling and parkouring in that direction. Already, his mind jumped to Catwoman. She was most likely the perpetrator. No matter how many times she robbed that place she always came back to it for some reason. It wasn’t smart to case the same place over and over again but she was also romantically interested in his dad, which made him only question her sanity further. He gagged internally at the thought of the two of them.

Meanwhile at the museum...

SMASH!

The glass to the front of the Gotham Museum was shattered with a swift swing of a hammer. Harley Quinn never was one for stealth but this was supposed to be a quick trip anyway. She looked up to a sign near the front which read "Hall H: Amazonian Exhibit."

_"Hall H, eh?" _Harley chuckled.

"H is for Harley, H is for Hammer, this is basically fate! Maybe the gods just want me to shop around their loot?"

Harley was wearing her red and black crop top with tight shorts as she skipped along the hallway dragging her mallet along.

She reached the exhibit and looked around. There were a couple blurbs on signs about Wonder Woman, and some little stone trinkets, but that's not what she was interested in. She looked at the replica of Amazonian armor and sized it up to herself.

_"Nah, not my size." _she sighed.

"These Amazon broads must be tall glasses of water."

She soon found what she was after in a glass case. It was a marble white stone tablet with a pink pearl mounted on the top. It looked like one of the slabs from The Ten Commandments, with Amazonian writing Harley couldn't read below the pearl. She put her hands together and wistfully looked at it.

"Oh I MUST have it." Harley grinned.

"And whaddya know? It's on sale!"

She smashed the glass container with her hammer retrieving the artifact. She held the tablet in her hands. The Pink Pearl glowed slightly as she grasped it, confirming her suspicions.

"This is a bonified magical artifact!"

Harley exclaimed. Minerva had told her that there was something special in the museum and now it was all hers. She laughed manically before looking at the tablet again.

"Now if only I knew what the hell it did..."

CRASH!

The boy wonder rappelled down through the skylight. His cape flowed as he made his descent. Robin glared passed his hood and scanned the room for who could’ve broken in. He frowned when he spotted the psychotic blonde woman.

_“Give it up, Quinn, and I won’t hurt you.” _Damian warned, drawing his sword. He hated it but he abided by his father’s teachings. Justice, not vengeance.

Harley turned around, seeing the young protege of Batman. She groaned. She was hoping to have a little more time, and if anyone was gonna annoy her to ****, it was the latest Robin.

"Oh great, we got Tiny Tim over here trying to ruin my shopping trip!"

Harley rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips, flipping her hair.

"Hey lil' birdy, I was just gonna borrow it. You can get it back when you pry it from my cold dead hands. Hopefully a good hundred or so years from now. I'll even promise to put it in my will!" Harley did the scouts honor sign with her hands.

"And to Robin, I bequeath my shoe collection and my magic doohickey that doesn't even work. Maybe you can find some double A batteries for it or something."

As expected, all Robin heard back from her was nonsense. She didn’t take anything seriously, did she? He frowned, channeling his father’s famous cowl squint.

“I warned you!”

Robin leapt through the air, sending three strategically placed batarangs towards her. He aimed to merely pin her to the wall behind her and just subdue her for long enough for the authorities to arrive. However, as he leapt towards her, he noticed his batarangs stopped midair a few feet away from her. In fact, he too was suspended in the air!

“What did you do, Quinn?!”

__Damian angrily struggled but he just flailed his arms and accomplished nothing. It was no use. He hung there helpless a few feet above the ground.

The jester looked at the caped boy struggling in the air pleasantly surprised, noticing the pink tint surrounding Robin and his baterangs.

"Huh!" Harley smiled. "How 'bout that!"

"I guess this tablet ain't complete horseshit after all!"

She laughed as Robin grew more and more frustrated. She took a selfie with the floating boy.

"You know, for that little stunt you tried to pull just now, you're written out of the will!"

Harley snapped, taking a few more pics with a cat filter over the boy.

"And I had such nice shoes too. You'd love them, but maybe when you're older." She teased.

“Quinn, listen to me!” Robin snapped back.

“I know you’re not stupid! You don’t know what that is or what it does! Put it down!”

He frowned, continuing to shout at her but what he didn’t notice was his shoes began to change. The specially designed footwear tailor made by Lucius Fox for the express purpose of mobility while fighting crime smoothed out and hardened. The heels on them grew out to be around six inches, the color scheme they took was a solid red and black.

Harley may have noticed these shoes were exactly the ones she had in mind when she threatened to withhold them from in her will.

“Huh?!” Damian’s face turned red a little. Even Ra’s Alghul’s grandson was capable of being embarrassed.

_“What the hell happened to my shoes?” _Realization sank in.

“Quinn, you need to stop!” He pleaded.

"Whaaat?" Harley moaned.

"I haven't even done anything yet and yet you're complaining like a little..."

Harley notices the new shoes on the boy wonder. They were her favorite pair. But how...?

"OMG, you look totally adorable! I guess, you just couldn't wait!" Harley squeed, taking more photos.

“Quinn! If you post those anywhere I will remove your head from your shoulders!”

Robin was furious. The fact that he couldn’t do anything but float there helplessly only enraged him further. He swung his sword in her direction but his blade was just out of reach. She was obviously amused by this turn of events and it only made Damian more worried about what she had in store for him. He didn’t know much about magic and neither did she.

"Put a sock in it birdbrain! I'm tryna think!"

"Hmm..." Harley smiled, coming up with a plan.

"Thanks to your lil' outburst earlier, and my newfound goddess abilities, I'm gonna invite you to be my lab rat in my HARLEY QUINN'S SCIENTIFIC METHOD!"

Harley gestured each word with her hands in the sky.

"Do you know what the scientific method is? You're like, in 2nd grade right?"

“I know what it is! I’m 16, Harley! 16!”

He corrected her.

“You don’t know what that thing’s capable of!”

"Ding Ding Ding! EXACTLY!"

Harley pranced around.

"So that is my question! 'What the hell does this thing do?' That's part one of the scientific method!" She walked circles around Robin, occasionally poking him with the handle side of the hammer.

_"So part two! I have a hypothesis! I started talkin' bout' shoes, and suddenly you're rockin' a pair of heels!" _She channeled her old smart PHD holding self from before she went crazy.

"So I think that this doohicky has the ability to change stuff. Which brings us to part 3." Harley's face turned serious for a moment as she looked straight into Robin's eyes. Even Damian found it frightening for a second.

"We need to test this lil' theory with a series of experiments. And if I'm right..." she smiled mischievously.

"Well, let's just say I thought you were gonna ruin my night, but I think now you could be the boost I needed." Gratified at the slowly changing face of Robin from anger to fear, she looked to the Amazonian breastplates. She wanted kick this off slow.

"You're 16 right? I think puberty shoulda been hitcha by now! You should have a nice pair of BOOBIES!"

Robin wanted to believe he was just having a nightmare. Being held against his will by Harley Quinn of all people. He had **** but to sit there and listen as she prattled on about her “scientific method.” It was just another word for **** in his eyes. The artifact she was using was from the Amazon exhibit and she shouldn’t be holding it! She was too irresponsible and impulsive to possess any kind of power!

“What? No! HARLEY STOP!”

Damian pleaded, feeling a hot sensation build up in his chest. His defined pectoral muscles softened, losing any minuscule amount of hair he gained through arduous puberty. Instead, they were replaced by smooth skin as two bumps began to build up underneath his suit. The larger they got, the more uncomfortable his costume became. His chest plate wasn’t designed to accommodate boobs after all.

Damian’s face reddened only further as he tried to press his chest plate against himself to stop their growth but they continued to expand until he had a firm perky C-cup.

“What have you done?!”

Harley could barely believe it. Before her very eyes, the boy had grown two boobs about as big as hers, though she would like to believe that hers were still bigger.

"I just took Robin 1.0 and gave him a huge UPGRADE!" Harley said, mouth agape.

"You still a boy right? Got the equipment down there? You sure don't look like it though! I can't believe it! I gotta tell (CHOICE BELOW) about this, she's gonna be in hysterics!"