She loves it

“What was that old saying, Bruce?” Harley asked, “‘**** is a fish best served… HOT?’ I love it! Now Joker’s gonna expirence what happened to me, but bettah’, ‘cause she’ll also be making up for her crimes!” She giggled, and started doing leaps and flips in joy. She also was starting to get aroused at the idea, but she wasn’t going to tell Bruce that.

“I’m glad you see it our way, Harley.” Bruce replied, “now, let’s start discussing how we’re going to cover for you. Like I said, you can’t just walk into the Bludhaven police station like this and expect things to go hunky dory.”

“I understand,” she said, stopping her acrobatics. “I already have an idea. I’ll ‘come out’ as a woman, and leave the ****. The only option, really. And while I develop a new suit, you’ll cover and say I’m going through a new form of hormonal treatments and therapy, so I can look like THIS.” She started grabbing her tits, at which point her nipples were pointy and hard. “Bada bing, bada boom, Dick Grayson leaves, HARLEEN Grayson enters!” She let go of her tits, dropping them and making them jiggle as she struck a pose. “Clever enough for you?”

“I suppose. But you can’t call yourself ‘Harleen’, or ‘Harley,’ or anything like that. It’ll be suspicious that you look like her, and now you’re calling yourself by her name? It won’t work. And besides, what about Nightwing? Criminals and others will start piecing things together if Dick Grayson becomes a woman, and suddenly so does Nightwing.”

“Huh, your right. Didn’t think of that. Oh well, we can let Oracle help sort out the details, I wanna get started on my costume!” She started to bounce off, with a worn and weirded out Bruce following, leaving the Joker’s transformation room behind. Within a day, Joker would be finished.