Harley threw him back into the wardrobe chamber

Damian struggled against Harley but it was no use in Selina's restrictive outfit and heels. He was tossed inside the costume chamber and the door slid shut on its own before he could try to escape. He pounded on the door.

"Dammit, Harley! Let me out!"

He called from the inside, Selina's voice modulator making him sound just like Catwoman herself.

"In a sec! Don't get ya panties in a wad!"

She laughed. It was doubly funny because he actually probably was wearing Selina's underwear. She looked at the settings and saw the Robin costume was locked. So was the Batman costume and all the other male stuff. She shrugged and scrolled down to her own outfit and selected it.

Damian was horrified to see the metallic hands again but was relieved to see them strip him down. They took all the outfit pieces off except the corset.

"What gives?"

Damian was happy to have his own voice back.

"Get the rest of it off too..."

Exactly what he was afraid of, the machine had something else in mind. Harley's outfit was far more revealing than Selina's and it would be easy to spot that he was wearing fake breasts and a corset underneath. The machine drew the conclusion that it would be better to just use one of its experimental implements. Two metallic arms procured a pale fleshy garment that looked like it was shaped like a person, no, a woman. And not just any woman. The skin tone and proportions were carefully designed to match Harley Quinn's exact measurements. The lifeless head piece even resembled her facial structure as it hung emptily in front of him. The body was anatomically correct as well, which made Damian even more uncomfortable.

It looked incredibly lifelike but also like an empty sex doll all at the same time. Then it hit Damian like a runaway train.

"No, keep that shit away from me!"

Damian struggled but another set of metallic arms held him to the wall of the chamber. Harley listened in closely from the other side, giggling at the sound of his swearing. She had selected the option to make him look as much like her as possible. The machine was simply abiding to that command. The most effective way of accomplishing this in the batcomputer's eyes was by placing him in this synthetic bodysuit.

The inside of the suit felt oddly warm against his skin as his legs were slid inside. He tried kicking but the arms angled it so he was only accelerating the suit-up process. The suit stuck to his legs all the way up to his thighs, the warmth dissipating as it clung to his flesh. He couldn't even feel his legs underneath the suit's as it tightened firmly over him like the second skin that it was. All the way up to his thighs, he had Harley's pale shapely legs. He could even wiggle each individual digits on the suit's toes as if they were his own. The arms lowered him so his bare feet could touch the chamber floor and he could feel the cold metal through the suit.

"Harley, shut this thing off!"

"Not a chance!"

The bodysuit was hoisted up, his dick swallowed up by the suit's crotch. He groaned, turning beat red as the suit connected to his own reproductive organs. The advanced tech of the suit assimilated his male genitals and plugged them into the artificial female slot. "W-w-why..." he moaned from the foreign pleasure being introduced to him. His hips and ass were expanded greatly by the suit, all of which now felt like it belonged entirely to him including his new womanhood that matched Harley's in every way.

For all intents and purposes, Damian was officially a woman.

The arms didn't stop there, of course. Damian fought harder now but it was no use. Her waist was contorted by the suit, utilizing the slight curve in her torso created by the corset from earlier. She felt her waist get cinched inward even further compacting her ribs and taking her breath away for a second. Harley's chest was pressed up against Damian's, the suit molding with her skin and her perky pale breasts sat very visibly on her chest. She couldn't see passed them whenever she tried to look down. When she shook to fight the restraints, they also jiggled. She could feel her nipples hardening from the cool temperature of the chamber.

"Nnnngh..." Damian felt her vocal cords being rewired as her throat was covered by the neck of the Harley suit. The seam on her back fused itself shut as it ran up the back of her head. She tried to turn her face away as the inside of Harley's face gravitated towards her own trying to line up with her eyes and mouth. Tiny suction cups latched onto Damian's face and hoisted the mask over her. Her protests were muffled as the suit ran it's final processes. She couldn't breathe for a second or two, resulting in her gasping for air once her nose and lips were fused to the suit's. "W-what..." she heard her own voice. "What did you do?!" she struggled profusely, hearing that she now sounded and looked exactly like Harley Quinn.

"Sounds like you're comin along great!"

The true Harley laughed.

Her blonde hair was up in two pigtails, one with pink highlights, the other with baby blue highlights. Her face already had makeup applied to it, matching Harley's usual colors. She was **** into a black and red bodice that cradled her new cleavage and pushed her boobs together. A pair of panties was yanked up her legs with a matching pair of shorts that were so short, she wondered if they were just actually another layer of panties? The batcomputer rolled up a pair of black and red thigh high socks and finally placed some matching high heeled boots on her feet.

Damian stumbled out of the chamber once again just as the door slid open.

"Hey there, good lookin, ya come here often?"

"Harley! Change me back! Right now!"

Damian ordered in her voice, which didn't sound authoritative at all. More like a girl with a high pitched voice throwing a childish tantrum.

"Take it easy, bird brain. I'm doin ya a favor rememba? You wanted to go out on patrol but didn't want anybody to know it's you. Easy. Now they'll think you're me instead."

"Harley, that's not what I wanted!"

"Too late now, kid. That suit you're wearing is Wayne Tech. Designed for espionage and stuff. It's basically a walkin computer," she explained.

"Only the B-Man would know how to get that thing off ya," she shrugged.

"So are we gonna quit all this talkin and go kick some bad guy ass or what?"