Batman returns to the cave with his prize.

In the alley with his collection of captured werewolves, Batman had pressed a button on the cuff of his glove, sending an alert to one of the Batwings Lucious Fox had in storage just in case his current one was ever compromised. He didn’t have long to wait until he felt the gust of air above him blast the area with downward thrust from the harrier vents of the vessel hovering just above the roofs of the buildings either side of the alleyway. Still using the controls to his gauntlet, Batman let a crane cable descend from the vessel’s underbelly and hooked it to the five wolfen monsters still healing from the silver exposure. Climbing up the cable as the prisoners were ascended, he entered the cockpit and set the controls to return to the cave.

The flight only took a scant few minutes. Passing through the waterfall entrance that faced the city and into the Batcave, the Batwing hovered in a short circle before landing on the scorched and warped platform where his original Batman was, the remains of which were scattered all over the cave after Power Girl’s attack. A set back at the most, an annoyance at the least. Stepping out of the Batwing, Bruce’s eyes narrowed when he heard Harley Quinn in the distance of the cave, unceremoniously dropping an item in the storage bay before cartwheeling into view and skipping up the stairs to the landing pad. “WHEEEEE Mistah B is back!” Harley cheered, spinning on her foot with her hands up before bouncing over to wrap her arms around his right arm. “So whatcha bring B-Man?”

Taking a slow breath, Batman answered. “The Red Hood ran into these five out in the city, my anti-wolf equipment worked in putting a stop to them.”

Letting go of his arm, Harley fell to her knees and poked at the one bound werewolf still healing from the silver gas burns, but with every passing second the wolves looked less and less scarred and burned. Bruce still had no idea how long before they would become too dangerous to contain, but for now they were no longer in the city. “Tee Hee Hee… This one has a unicorn tattoo on her shoulder.” Harley giggled, pointing at the prone werewolfess who’s fur was just now spreading back over healing skin.

“Jessie Albers…” Batman answered, crouching down to join the woman still drawing circles around the tattoo with her finger. “Age 23, she went missing 3 days ago from the Gotham college campus, I assumed she was taken by either Dracula or one of his… Wives, seems werewolves aren’t limited to the full moon anymore.”

“THIS IS INCREDIBLE!”

Snapping his attention behind him where the deep feminine voice came from, Bruce’s narrowed eyes widened when he spotted a nine-foot-tall red furred werewolfess slowly yet methodically step into view, looking around her surrounding as if entranced. Already pocket a silver edged batarang in his gloved hand, Batman hesitated when the wolfess continued to walk around, not as an animal but on her hind feet, her balanced steps like those of a runway model as she delicately traced a clawed finger over the smooth surface of a work desk before turning her attention to the pair at the landing pad. “I can… See everything, smell everything, I never felt so alive!”

“Poison Ivey?”

Hearing her name, the wolfess’s ears perked. For a moment, Bruce thought he witnessed a smile on the wolf’s lips before she quickly made her way up the catwalk to the landing pad, towering over the two people crouched on the ground. But unlike the vicious creatures he had bound in front of him, the giant wolf merely rubbed up against his shoulder when she fell to all fours to join them, even crouched as she was, she still towered over the two. “Welcome back my love…” she husked, pressing her chest against his shoulder and back and smirking when it seemed he would be smothered by her enlarged breasts. Nuzzling her face against his own, she only paused when she felt a gloved hand gently cup her cheek to get her attention. “Poison Ivy, are you in control of yourself?” The Dark Knight asked, more out of surprise than as a simple question. In response, Pamela reared back and breathed in deeply, combing her clawed fingers through her silky-smooth mane of long red hair, thrusting out her chest to reveal three rows of tits that were no smaller than G cups before making eye contact with the man and giving him a toothy grin. “Not… Not really, its like the wolf and I… We’re occupying the same space at once, we’re in harmony with each other…” Closing her eyes when trying to describe her current state, the sense of strength and power she now wielded gave her a high she never experienced before, but it also came with new needs and instincts. She wanted to run, to hunt, to feed, she wanted a mate to call her own, a pack to rule over. The drives of a powerful predator were now mixed with the acute intellect and will of the woman giggling as she felt up her muscles and size. Breathing in deeply again, Pamela sighed. “It’s incredible…”

“Pff… Took you long enough!” Chuckled Harley, closing her eyes and smiling to herself just when the woman began to suddenly grow. The sound of creaking bones and strained fabric filled Batman’s ears as he witnessed the woman change and grow taller and larger. White fur began to spread across her entire body as she nearly doubled in size and muscle mass and kept growing. Her ears grew to points and her hands and feet became clawed. The single button shirt she wore burst off her enlarged frame to exposed six massive breasts that practically ballooned from pert C cups to full F cup size. When her face changed to a more lupin shape and the remains of her shirt fell to the floor, Harley stretched and shook her black and red tipped white hair with one claw before giving the two a wink. “Rar!”

When her attention fell back to the five werewolves still bound yet were now rapidly healing, Pamela finally took notice. “Oh! Who are these?”

Suddenly caught off guard, Bruce nearly didn’t have enough time to react when one of the bound wolves finally awoke and tried to lung out and attack him, only for a red furred claw to slam down and pin the creature’s head to the landing pad with enough force to make the wolf whine and yelp. With a low growl from Pamela, the prone wolf stopped struggling yet continued to growl at Batman when he regained his balance. “They’re starting to heal past the silver poisoning, I’m going to have to sedate them if I’m going to take blood samples.”

“What did you have in mind B-Man?” asked Harley, her voice deeper yet still carrying her high squeal and thick Brooklyn accent.

“I sent Red Hood to tell Dr. Langstrom that I’d be preparing blood samples for him to research, in the hopes that he might find a cure to our lycanthropy.”

“Cure…” Poison Ivy whispered, narrowing her eyes at the growling wolf she still had pinned in her claw. “I… Can SEE inside of her… See her… Sickness.”

“What do you mean?”

Crouching lower, Pamela’s eyes gleamed over the female wolf in her grip, her voice steady as she spoke. “Jessie… Albers… She’s in there with the wolf, but… Not like me…” Turning the brown furred wolfess’s head over, the feral creature snarled and growled but remained silent when forced to make eye contact with Ivy. “We are in harmony… But the wolf has overtaken her, tossed her to the dark corner of her own psyche… She’s sick, doesn’t have the will to challenge the wolf.”

“So, the BITCH is behind the wheel while the chick is tied up in the back seat… Ah memories.” Giggled Harley, clasping her claws to her face in a faux blush.

“What can be done for her?” Asked Batman, keeping his guard up for the other wolves still healing yet still bound in front of them.

“I am harmony… I bring harmony.” Pressing her clawed thumb against the wolf’s forehead, the creature whined and yelped as if in intense pain, scratching and flailing to escape Pamela’s iron grip. But then the whines began to change into almost human screams before Poison Ivy pulled away and let the wolf go. In that instant, the brown furred wolfess sat up and flailed her arms out, panting before slowly calming down and looking around herself, a spark of intelligence now in her eyes. “Wha… Where am I?! What… What’s going on… What the FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!!”

Stunned silent, Batman looked between the calm yet still started creature looking down at her unfamiliar claws and back at Pamela who smiled almost motherly to the wolfess before her attention fell back to Batman. “Harmony.”