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Chapter 6 by JonnyRaymond JonnyRaymond

Does something go wrong?

No… Sort Of

Batman, had strapped himself into the machine, feeling the energy’s surging throughout himself. The longer he sat there the more painful it all became, it felt like each one of his nerves were being poked and prodded, zapped and beaten, burned and drowned… it wasn’t pleasant, that was for sure. He closed his masked eyes in pain, trying not to scream, until it all went away. The pain subsided quickly, and he opened his eyes again, still in the Mad Hatter’s laboratory. Tetch was still tied up ****, and judging from a clock on the wall, only a few minutes had passed.

Batman heard the machine cooling down, and he picked himself up off of the chair, feeling a little dazed but nothing serious. As he came fully back to his senses, the Caped Crusader went through to Harley’s room to check up on her, and removed the helmet and straps that kept her in place. He leaned in close to her, checking her eye movements. Under Harley’s eyelids was a lot of movement, indicating a form of REM sleep. Batman took this as either her falling asleep… or the Helmet’s brainwave alterations being set in place. The Dark Detective cautiously waited a minute until her eyes rested, and spoke softly.

“Doctor Harleen? Are you okay? Can you hear me, Harleen?” Batman gently tugged her shoulder, and Quinn’s eyes opened, and she smiled.

“Oh, my Dark Knight, I knew you’d save me!” Harley Quinn grabbed Batman’s arms and **** him into a kiss, a one-sided embrace. He was stunned, of course, and after a moment pulled Quinnzel away.

“What was that, Harley?” was his question, to which he was answered by only a giggle and another kiss. Batman looked at his surroundings and remembered: the device! Quickly the Detective surmised this: when he pulled Mad Hatter out of the machine and placed himself in Tetch’s spot, it definitely kept the machine’s functions active, which meant that Harley had now been made into loving HIM, and not the Mad Hatter. And worse, if the machine had scanned his brainwaves and altered Harley’s to fit in a way, that must mean-

“Thank you for saving me, Bruce,” said Harley Quinn, lustfully.

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