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"I really love the red carpet, but I don't want to get hair in my teeth" Harley jests. "So I'm gonna haveta shave ya."

The crowd starts chanting "Shave her! Shave her!" much to Batgirl's embarrassment. Harley wheels a cart up to Batgirl's dangling body. "Now what should I use? Hot wax? An electric trimmer? A straight razor? What do you guys think?"

Several voices in the crowd yell out "Hot wax! Hot wax!"

Harley giggles. "Okay, hot wax it is!" She takes the lid off of a small pot of freshly melted wax, and dips a rubber spreader into it, pulling out a generous amount of wax. "Now Hold still Red. We wouldn't want to burn anything important, would we?" Harley begins to spread the wax over Batgirl's exposed pubic mound, and over her soft, pouting labia. When she's finished, she puts an adhesive strip over the wax, and lets it all harden.

Batgirl hangs there in fright, just waiting to brace herself for the pain she knows will follow. She can feel the warm wax as it cools. She can't understand why it feels so good.

A few minutes later, Harley checks the wax. "Well Bats, it's time to make you a baldie! I only wish I could do this with the hair on your head! I'd love to have it as a trophy!"

Batgirl looks down at Harley. "Just kill me now."

"Kill you?" Harley says in shock. "I don't believe in killing anyone. I just like to have fun! Right now I wanna have fun turning you into my little Bitch!" She grabs hold of the adhesive strip, and yanks on it. Batgirl howls in pain and agony as her once fluffy bush of red pubic hair is separated from her pubic mound. Harley holds up the hairy strip. "Tadah!" she says triumphantly. "Battie has a baldie!"

The crowd laughs and applauds in appreciation. Batgirl hangs there limply as tears stream down her mask. She feels thoroughly humiliated, totally helpless, defeated, and alone. She knows her only choice is to submit, and become Harley's Bitch. "Harley, you win. I can't take any more. Do whatever you want to me. Remove my mask, if you want. My life is yours." This was also, strangely enough, making her feel quite horny. She hadn't felt like this in a long time

Harley giggles again. "Well, Bats, I don't need your permission to do anything I want to you. But it's nice to know you'll cooperate. She turns to look at the Joker. "Well Mr J, do I have your permission to make her my Bitch?"