batwoman and renee montoya jokerized

The air was thick with a sickly sweet haze purple, toxic, and smelling faintly of rotting cherries. Batwoman, her cape torn and Kevlar cracked, pressed a fist against her rebreather. Beside her, Renee Montoya stumbled, her GCPD badge glinting dully under the flickering emergency lights.

"Stay... focused, Renee," Kate Kane gritted out, though her vision was already beginning to swim with kaleidoscopic colors. "The gas... it's not just a toxin. It's "

"It's fucking delicious," Renee interrupted, her voice cracking. She ripped off her tactical vest, tossing it aside like useless garbage. Her eyes weren't pupils anymore; they were swirling spirals of violet and lime green. "Why was I fighting? Why was I ever angry? Everything feels like... like I'm being touched by a thousand warm tongues."

Kate tried to protest, to maintain the grim dignity of the Bat, but a sudden, violent spasm wracked her spine. Her black suit began to warp. The reinforced polymer didn't tear; it transformed, bleeding into bright red spandex with exaggerated cleavage cutouts and absurdly short shorts. Her cowl melted, reforming into a white painted face with a permanent, painted on crimson grin that stretched unnaturally wide.

"Oh fuck me sideways," Kate gasped, her voice dropping into a throaty, obscene purr. Her hips suddenly flared with impossible curves, her ass swelling into two massive, rounded mounds that strained against her new, ridiculous costume. "Renee... I feel... hungry. And not for justice."

Renee was already halfway gone, her GCPD uniform dissolving into a polka dotted corset that pushed her breasts up to her chin. Her skin was pale as bone, her lips stained a permanent, glossy purple. "Justice is for losers, Kate! I want to be a fucking disaster! I want to be a walking, panting cum bucket for every freak in this city!"

"Speaking of freaks," Kate cackled, a sound that was half Batwoman authority and half maniacal hyena. She looked down at herself, her hands wandering shamelessly over her own new, hyper sensitive curves. "I used to think I only liked women. How fucking stupid was I? I was just... malnourished."

The warehouse doors creaked open. The Joker stepped through the haze, his laughter echoing off the rusted vats. But he wasn't holding a crowbar. He was adjusting his pants, a wicked, hungry glint in his eyes.

"Well, well, well!" Joker crowed, his voice dripping with theatrical malice. "My two favorite little law abiding bitches! Ready to trade your badges for some... extracurricular activities?"

"Fuck the badge, Joker!" Renee shrieked, scrambling toward him on all fours like a starved animal, her hips swaying with obscene provocation. "Show us that deadly weapon! Make us worship it! I want to taste that toxic cock until my brain melts!"

Kate followed close behind, her movements exaggerated and slutty, her new clownish ass jiggling with every step. "Yeah, Puddin'!" she howled, her usual tactical precision replaced by pure, unadulterated nymphomania. "Make us your personal fuck toys! Turn us into the most vulgar, cock obsessed whores Gotham has ever seen! I want to be your cum stained clown bitch!"

The transformation was absolute. The heroes were dead; only the sluts remained. As Joker approached, Kate and Renee didn't attack; they descended upon him like a pair of ravenous parasites, their hands and mouths working with a desperate, frantic need to prove they were the most pathetic, whoreish creatures in existence.

"Look at them!" Joker laughed, grabbing Kate by her hair while Renee buried her face between his thighs. "The Dark Knight's daughter and the GCPD's finest... reduced to twitching, giggling cum sluts! Gotham's gonna love the new entertainment!"

"Fuck Gotham!" Kate moaned against his skin, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Just fuck us harder, you beautiful psycho! Make us scream like the filthy whores we are!"