Go out with Harley

"You're crazy! I can't fight anyone like this!"

Damian squeaked in Harley's voice. Her face reddened as she tugged at the fabric tightly concealing her bust.

"What if someone figures out it's me?"

"Ain't no one gonna think the busty blonde is secretly B-Man Junior."

"Although... if it makes ya feel betta... hey computer!"

"Yes, Miss Quinzel?"

"Can you help Dame over here get into character?"

"Certainly. Activating the bodysuit's mannerism modulator."

"What are ya talkin' bout?"

Damian furrowed her brows. She not only sounded like Harley, now she was speaking like her.

"What did ya go and do now?!" she stamped her foot, straightening her arms and balling her fists. She realized she was pouting in a very feminine manner and folded her arms.

_"Why am I movin like that? Why am I talkin like ya now?" _she tried to speak normally but it came out in Harley's New Jersey accent.

"Gave ya an attitude adjustment. Like I said, it's a walkin computer. Now you'll act just like me whether you want to or not. I'll just say my twin sis is in town! I always wanted one of those..." she pondered for a second.

"Hey computer! Turn off that modulatah thingy!"

"Request denied, Miss Quinzel. Once activated, only the system admin can disable it."

"I'm not Harley! I'm Harley!" she paused.

"Wait what?" she couldn't say that she was Damian.

The suit blocked it somehow. When she tried to say her name, she said it was Harley instead.

"Who is the admin?" she asked, rolling her eyes at how the suit even controlled who she said she was.

"Batman," the Batcomputer stated simply.

"Of-friggin-course..." Damian sighed in a defeated tone.

"Enough foolin around, toots. We got a city to save!"

Harley grabbed her twin by the wrist and dragged her over to where her motorcycle was parked.

"Who needs Batman and Robin when ya got Harley and Harley?"

She giggled.

"We'll just call ya Harley Numbah Two so this doesn't get confusin," _she revved the bike. Damian reluctantly climbed on. The real Harley was getting plenty of amusement from tormenting poor Damian.

This wasn't at all how she envisioned her night going. How was she supposed to prove to her father that she was a competent vigilante if she couldn't do it as herself? Not to mention she heard Harley say earlier that the only person that could remove the suit was Batman since it was experimental Wayne Tech. The suit was designed to keep the wearer inside and undetectable as the person they were portraying. Did Batman make one of Harley specifically and just have it lying around or did the Batcomputer modify it to match Harley? She did say it was a "walking computer" after all.

Ever since the Batcomputer activated the "mannerism modulator" Damian felt her body moving in ways she wasn't used to. She had an accentuated hip sway for one. She'd already experienced her adjusted vocabulary, everything she verbalized coming out as something Harley would say or a sound she'd make. She'd even say her name was Harley Quinn if you asked her.

The two blondes zoomed out of the cave and towards the city. Harley had a police scanner built into her bike. As they entered Gotham City, a few crimes sprung up on the frequency requesting any available cops to respond immediately.