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Bat-maid? By "C.C." The jet-black supercar sped like a bat-winged missile through the streets of Gotham in coldly efficient pursuit of Green-Man's much slower but environmentally-friendly air-jet scooter. "Won't be long now," The cowled crimefighter thought grimly as his quarry grew larger in the windshield, "That misguided tree-hugger has sabotaged his last chemical plant!" But somehow the green-clad Green-Man stayed just ahead of the caped crimefighter, darting across lawns and small streams where the faster- but-heavier Batmobile had to detour. Grimly, Batman followed as the familiar environs of the city gradually faded to the verdant green of the surrounding countryside. Then, as they rounded a curve, Green-Man leaped from his scooter and into the nearby woods. Batman braked just as quickly, ejected from the car and hit the ground running! The chase was on again - but now on foot and surprisingly frustrating! Though his powers of observation enabled him to follow the trail easily, the caped crime-buster wasn't used to moving through the deep woods that were Green-Man's home turf. As he plunged through the dense sticky- bushes, Batman's cape caught, snagged, then tangled inextricably in the thorny limbs. He detached it from his cowl and kept going. Next came a swampy mire which Green-Man had obviously swung across on a vine. But when Batman used it, it snapped under his weight, plunging him knee-deep into mud that literally sucked off his boots before he could wade out! Barefoot now, the nemesis of crime found the going much slower across sharp rocks and twigs on the path... PATH! Batman suddenly realized that Green-Man must have his hide-out nearby this area, so well-defined was the route now. But there were still problems. The trail led under a fallen tree, with ground-clearance so tight that Batman had to get on his belly and crawl beneath it. And as he inched forward, his utility belt caught fast on the remains of a broken branch! Furious, the powerful Hero of the Night used all his strength to force one hand beneath him, un-buckle the belt and crawl forward without it. Scratched, barefoot, dirty and sweat-stained, Batman emerged at last on the other side of the fallen tree. And the sight that met his eyes made the struggle seem worth-while... "Green-Man's hide-out!" He quickly surveyed the deceptively simple scene. Next to a clear, gently-flowing stream stood a primitive hut, and inside... "Green-Man's maps, his notes... wonder what all these jars and bottles are?" Batman found a jug that looked like drinking water and took a long, satisfying swig. "Ahh, tastes great. Now all I have to do is hide out here and wait for his return." He looked down at himself and grinned ruefully at the sight he made. "I've got time to make myself a little more presentable," he decided. Moving quickly, Batman went out to the stream, stripped off his crime- fighter costume and rinsed it out in the quickly-flowing water. "I can hang it on these tree limbs to dry," he decided. Then, looking down at his mud-smeared body, he lowered himself into the water up to his neck and rinsed off. Suddenly thirsty again, he tiptoed naked from the stream to Green-Man's hut and drank some more of that refreshing, tasty liquid. "Hmmm," Batman looked down at his dripping-wet body, "It'd be nice to dry off with something.... not even a rag here, much less any towels! Wonder what's in this jar...." It was some kind of cream and Batman reasoned that it would at least wipe the water from his skin, so he rubbed it in all over. It made his skin feel tingly and refreshed. And.... He looked down in surprise. THE HAIR WAS DISAPPEARING FROM HIS BODY! "Must have been that cream," He surmised, "But why is my chest still tingling like this? And my-my bottom! I better get my uniform back on before somebody sees me like this!" Suddenly frightened, his heart pounding in his still-tingling chest, Batman scampered nude from the hut back to the stream, where he had left the bat-suit hanging from a branch... "Eeek! It's disintegrating!" He grasped the shreds of dissolving super- costume, only to see it fall apart and disappear between his delicate fingers Delicate fingers? Batman raised his hands to see that his once strong and manly digits were now softer, smaller.... and..... "Omigawd! I-I'm getting BREASTS!" He cupped his now-dainty hands over the slowly swelling, shapely mounds on his chest. But as he looked down, he discovered something even worse.... "My-my butt's swelling up, too! So round and... Oh no! My-my male parts! They're shrinking!" The capeless crimefighter watched in wide-eyed helplessness as his male organs shrank into his smooth, hairless crotch, until the only thing visible was a teeny clit-like penis, almost lost in the pink slit between his shapely legs. "How could this be happening?" His gracefully-arched eyebrows shot up to his tousled dark hair as his full, red lips parted in a surprised "O!" Filled with dread, he dropped down on his knees and leaned over the stream as far as he could, his breasts swaying pendulously as he stared in disbelief at the demure, attractively feminine face reflected back up at him. The woman was shapely, ultra-feminine, and-and completely naked! And it was HIM! "Feeling chilly, Miss?" The mocking male voice seemed to come out of nowhere, paralyzing the pantyless pursuer of evil with tingling fright! But only for a moment. In the next instant, the nude nemesis of crime was leaping into the stream -- or ALMOST into the stream! At the last second, a strong hand shot out, grabbed a shapely ankle and pulled the feminized foe of felons back onto the grass, clamping him to the ground beneath a heavy boot. "Lemme go!" Batman squirmed uselessly, trying to free himself and cover his feminine nudity at the same time as he looked fearfully up at his green-clad captor -- Green-Man! "Let you go?" Green-Man grinned down at the wildly jiggling pink curves trapped beneath his boot. "You should thank me: That water runs directly from the waste pipes at the Mammoth Pharmaceutical Plant -- and it has the power to completely dissolve fabric, as you've already noticed , BATMAN!" Down on the ground under Green-Man's boot, Batman blushed deeply and tried to cover his newly-acquired areas of maidenly modesty with his fluttering hands. Somehow being called by name made his current situation even more embarrassing! And what was it he'd said? "Y-you mean th-this water is... polluted?" "Quick thinking, Girly," Green-Man sneered, "And that stuff you drank in my hut is distilled run-off from another part of the plant where they do research in female hormones... as you may have figured." "This was a trap!" The mammaried manhunter squeaked. "You did this to me on purpose!" "Not a bit," His macho and fully-clothed foe replied, "I've been using this place as a base to gather evidence against Mammoth for months. That stuff you drank will someday get admitted into Court. But now that you've found all this...." "I-I won't tell anyone!" Curled up on the grass, nude, feminized and quivering, Batman wondered at his suddenly submissive attitude, even as he hugged his breasts and went on, "Really I won't! Just change me back, and give me some clothes an-and don't tell anyone about this ever, and...." "Change you?" Green-Man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Now that's a thought...." "Wh-what do you mean?" "You've been strutting around as the World's Greatest Crimefighter for years now, and it's made you arrogant -- to the point where you actually helped protect these real super-villains while they laid waste to the environment! Well I think that perhaps a few days -- or weeks, maybe -- in a totally different identity might do you some good...." **** Batman crawled carefully, his bare knees making almost no noise at all in the soft grass. His full, round breasts swaying like udders as he moved. Behind him, his shapely-smooth bottom swished from side to side. Between his shapely thighs, his male parts peeked shyly out--laughably small and pathetically erect! His hands,confined inside tough, organically-grown leaves, looked more like green paws. His cute, pert- nosed face was smeared with dirt but the full, red lips still looked invitingly sensuous, and his dark hair was a wild, leaf-strewn tangle. "This would be so much easier if I could stand up and walk!" He thought to himself, feeling the tightness of the tough vines that held his ankles to his thighs -- and had for weeks now! "Or if only I had some clothes -- just anything to wear!" He blushed all over at the thought of the picture he must make, nude, ultra-feminine, and bound on all fours, crawling through the woods like some sort of sexy animal. "Anyone who saw me now would think.... Ooooo, what they'd think! Oh how I'd love to use my hands again. Or be able to eat anything besides those bowls of slop Green-Man leaves on the ground for me!" But he was close enough now. Close to his target. This better work. Gently, softly, he cleared his throat.' Um-er... excuse me, Miss Bunny- Rabbit?" Just a few feet away, The brown, furry rabbit turned and looked curiously at the ridiculously-hampered nude. But it stood still. It didn't run. "Please Miss Bunny-Rabbit," Batman's voice sounded soft and breathy, even to his own ears, "I know all you animals are g-good friends of Mister Green-Man, because he p-protects and defends you and all. And I was wondering if you'd please, please tell him what a good little animal I've been all week? How I haven't tried to stand up or get away or anything? PLEESE Miss Bunny-Rabbit, it's so important for me! Tell him Pretty Pleeeze?" "I already know!" Green-Man's voice came from somewhere above, and Batman almost jumped out of his feminine skin when the green-clad nature-defender dropped from a tree. Batman noticed with mild curiosity that Green-Man had shaved his beard. He looked subtly different somehow, and yet oddly familiar, too. But he tried to concentrate on his captor's words. "My animal friends tell me you've learned to fit in among them very well," Green-Man grinned down at the busty, dark-haired nude on hands and knees, "And I must say that stuff from Mammoth Pharmaceutical I've been giving you has filled out your figure very nicely indeed. "I think you've earned a promotion!" **** Dressed in nothing but garlands of brightly-colored flowers, Batman skipped gaily through the woods, his full, shapely breasts swinging wildly with every hop-skip-and-jump while his big pink bottom jiggled delightfully. His full, red lips were parted in a happy smile, and his long-lashed eyes wore an expression of simple delight. But inwardly, his mind was racing: "Must look happy. Must act happy. If Green-Man doesn't like my performance as a wood nymph, he'll demote me back to Animal status.... Ooo! how horrid!" As Batman danced through the woods fluttering his hands in exaggeratedly feminine gestures, the garlands around his neck and hips swished merrily, tickling his swollen nipples and stoking his bare bottom, sending waves of unwanted arousal tingling through his feminized body. The tiny dicklet between his shapely thighs stuck straight up in ridiculous arousal. "Oh, how I hate this!" he fumed inwardly, "To think of me, Batman, having to caper about like some silly, simpering girl!" But he knew better than to show any sign of dissatisfaction; Green-Man's animal friends would tell on him! And at last Batman reached the woodland spring (the source of the hormone-polluted water that had caused his terrible feminine transformation) for his thrice-daily skinny-dip. With a carefully-concealed shiver of distaste, he hung his pretty flower-garlands on a hickory limb and began frolicking in the clear, sparkling water. For several minutes, the de-sexed superhero sported about with every outward sign of merriment. Then, shivering suddenly, he turned and looked back at the shore. The flower garlands were gone! Reflexively, Batman flung one arm across his big, bare titties and the other hand down over -his- maidenly- looking crotch. But he knew what he must do now. Green-Man's rule were clear: With the flowers -- his only clothes -- gone, Batman was now reduced back to "animal" status and had to remain on all fours until he returned to the hut and begged to be allowed to do his master's pleasure. Down on hands and knees, crawling bare-assed along the trail, Batman reflected that although he was now almostcompletely feminine, Green-Man somehow seemed to enjoy taking him... like... well, like a man (Batman blushed!) in the mouth or in-in the bottom! As if taunting him about his vanishing gender... and leaving his (another blush!) his clitty-dick ignored and....unsatisfied! It was all so confusing! So imagine the inner turmoil when, knees sore and palms dirty, Batman wiggled into the clearing he now thought of as "home" and was greeted not by Green-Man, but by a familiar dark-haired, well-dressed.... Bruce Wayne! "Surprised, Girlie?" the disguised Green-Man held up the precious flower garlands and grinned down at the shocked superhero. "That's right, isn't it....you haven't seen a newspaper or a TV broadcast in quite some time, have you, poor thing! Well, perhaps I'll just let you off with a spanking this time. Crawl across my lap here and I'll explain." Flushed with a dizzying sensation of unreality, the nude nemesis of evil draped himself obediently over his arch-foe's lap, his bouncing hooters hanging like delectable punching bags, and proffered his big, pink feminine bottom to be spanked. "You see," SPANK! Green-Man spoke like you would to a child, or a dim-witted girlfriend, even as he smacked pain into Batman's bare behind, "Once I found your utility belt and figured out how to get into the Bat- cave..." SPANK! "You know, those security devices are really easy to hack from the inside. Anyway, it occurred to me: the whole Bruce Wayne identity was just sitting there and no one was using it..." SPANK! Certainly not you, Hon! So I figured I look enough like you -- I mean, like you used to look... why not take advantage of it?" With a final smack to the crimefighter's ass, Green-Man-- I mean, Bruce Wayne dumped her on the grass and stood up. "Batman announced his retirement weeks ago," he went on, "The memorabilia from the Bat-Cave was auctioned off, and the proceeds went to establish homeless shelters. All your lab stuff and your advanced crimefighting technology went to under-funded rural police departments. And Bruce Wayne Enterprises started investing in more environmentally friendly projects. The first thing I did was acquire Mammoth Pharmaceutical and start turning things around!" The new Bruce Wayne tossed the flower garlands down to his little naked wood nymph and grinned as she scrambled to make herself a trifle less immodest. "But I'm afraid this whole Bruce Wayne thing is keeping me pretty busy," he said, "So you may be on your own here for quite some time. No telling when I'll be back, but I'm sure you'll have fun gadding about through the woods like that. And since I now own these woods, I know you won't be disturbed... not too much, that is!" The World's Greatest Crimefighter's long-lashed eyes widened in shock as he crouched there on the soft grass, his feminine curves covered by brightly-colored flowers, trying to absorb all this. But-- "But y-you can't just leave me here! Not like-like this!" Batman's soft, breathy voice was incredibly girlish and sexy, her full red lips quivering on the verge of tears, "Pleeeze M-Mister Wayne, please don't leave me out in the woods! Take me back to the City, pleeeeze sir! I'll do anything, really I will!" "Hmmm," Bruce Wayne grinned even wider. His well-manicured hands went down to the zipper in his expensive pants. "I must say, you certainly beg very nicely... let's see if that cute little mouth of yours can convince me some other way...." Batman knelt before this smiling, manly and powerful figure, trying to understand how all this could have happened: it had started out as just a routine chase - he remembered thinking perhaps he could turn Green- Man's life around -- but somehow he'd lost his clothes, then his male gender, and now he'd been robbed of ALL his possessions - even his identity! Green-Man had everything - talk about a turn-around! As she set to work, Batman's cute, feminine face bore a wide-eyed Alice-in- Wonderland look, as if she still couldn't believe that this was really happening. But she couldn't talk with her mouth full! *** Bruce Wayne stepped into the back room of Bat Brewster's Bondage Bar and grinned at the cute brunette being "helped" into her costume. "Looking good tonight, Betty!" He reached out and gently flicked one of her taut, jiggling nipples. And "Betty" -- formerly Batman -- squirmed as the manly hand stroked his full, firm, bosom -- squirmed as much as the confining outfit would allow, that is. "Th-thank you, Mister Wayne," The voice was softer, higher now, perhaps because of the breathtakingly-tight corset that nipped in "Betty's" waist and flaunted her breasts so shamefully. Tethers at the sides of her corset held Batman's elbows, so she could use only one hand at a time. Below the waist, a teeny-tiny G-string was the only thing permitting anything like "modesty"... the only garment at all, in fact, except for too-tall/too-tight shiny black high-heels and knee hobbles that forced "Betty" to take short, mincing, butt-wiggling, boob-bouncing steps! And oh yes: the teeny flesh-tone-metal chastity cage made of a new alloy from Wayne Industries! Complete with a neatly-trimmed triangle of dark hair that completely obscured the last trace of the un-caped crusader's former male identity! "The other girls here tell me you've been doing very well these past few weeks," Bruce Wayne (formerly Green-Man) sat down and watched the stage assistant apply makeup to Batman's face, emphasizing the full, red lips, the demure, long-lashed eyes. Batman blushed a becoming pink-red all over as Bruce Wayne went on, "And have you been practicing that number I requested?" "Y-yes, Sir," She couldn't raise her eyes to meet his. "Great!" Bruce Rose and gave "Betty" a friendly "swap!" on the ass as he left. Outside in the main lounge, he sat at the usual secluded booth and greeted his friends as they arrived. "Over here, Clark! Barry and Hal are here already. Is that Ollie with you?" The macho-looking men sat around the table, exchanging small talk and ogling the scantily-glad women hobbling about in various types of confining bondage. "Say, where's our waitress?" Oliver asked. "Here she comes," Bruce grinned. "I took the liberty of ordering Beer. Hope that's okay with everyone." His guests gasped at the sight as dark-haired "Betty" minced over from the Bar. She was dressed as before, but now a leather bit held her mouth invitingly open, even as blinders restricted her view to the sides. Somehow, even with her arms hampered, she managed to carry two pitchers of beer and five frosted, frothy mugs without spilling a drop. "Damn, that must take practice!" Barry whistled. "Look at her balance those jugs - I mean mugs!" "You were right the first time!" Hal leered, "She swings those hooters like she was juggling beach balls!" The men laughed heartily as the former crime-fighter - now a bound-up- big-breasted ex-Batman - knelt before them and set their drinks on the table. "Nice job, Betty!" Bruce Wayne said evenly, "But you were a bit slow tonight. Why not apologize by kissing our shoes!" Without a word of protest (in fact glad to be hiding herself even a little bit!) Batman managed to crouch-crawl under the table and touch his pretty, feminine lips to the shoes of his former buddies. Somehow, when he reached Bruce, the humiliation was even more galling - those used to be HIS shoes! "Look at that ass!" Clark smiled down appreciatively. "I'm gonna do more than look!" Barry's hand shot out with incredible speed and Betty made a cute "squawk!" as he pinched her bare bottom. Soon, the pussied pursuer of evil was standing before them again. "What's that humming?" Clark's ears picked up the noise no one else could hear. "There's a pager set to 'vibrate' sewn into that G-string," Bruce explained, "I have the number on auto-dial in my cell-phone, and whenever I think our little Betty deserves a reward, I give her a few seconds thrill!" "I bet that keeps her hot." "You wouldn't believe how hot!" Bruce grinned knowingly, "This babe's so needy by now.... Well, let's just say she's been kept on the edge for quite some time!" "Y'know," Hal mused, "She looks kind of familiar. Like.... Let me see.... I've got it! She looks just like that old-time pin-up gal: Betty Page!" Just then the music started up and Batman went into his carefully- rehearsed dance. The off-duty heroes laughed, hooted and whistled appreciatively as "Betty" bounced, flounced and minced about in time to the snappy beat. "That song's not your usual strip-club music," Ollie said, "What is that?" "An old show tune," Bruce smiled once again, " 'If My Friends Could See Me Now'!" *** Batman swabbed the too-short mop swiftly across the marble floors of Wayne Manor and wondered all over again at the thoroughness of Bruce Wayne's talent for humiliation; with a handle just three feet long, the mop required Batman to bend over when using it, flaunting her big, pink bottom and luscious breasts with every move. And the "uniform" she had to wear! Batman blushed prettily to think of how *he* used to be dressed in somber, commanding grey and black: now *she* wore only high heels, a flouncey white lace-trimmed apron, and a mocking maid's cap! Finished mopping at last, Batman adjusted *her* apron strings for the umpteenth time, trying to get the bib to hide as much of those bouncey, well-shaped breasts as possible, and fluffing the big white bow in the back for maximum butt-coverage. The manhunter-turned-maid headed for the kitchen to prepare Dinner, acutely aware of *her* high heels click-clacking on the floor. "At least there are no guests coming for Dinner tonight," *She* reflected, "No one to see me but Mr. Wayne--I mean Green-Man!" *Her* cheeks reddened again (upper and lower!) as Batman remembered serving his old buddies in this shamefully scanty attire: Hawkman, Flash, Green Lantern... even Superman! The playful slaps and painful pinches they lavished on "Betty's" luscious bod -- they all seemed to think of him as just a black-haired bimbo, parading around big-breasted and bare-butt for everyone's amusement! And somehow the female guests were even worse: Vickie, Selena, and the others. They all seemed to look at *her* with such disdain... and amusement! The ladies would smile cruelly as they dropped a napkin right by the table and ordered *her* to pick it up! Their snickers and outright laughter -- as if they were somehow in on Batman's shameful secret - and Green-Man's total victory! "Let them laugh!" 'Betty' fumed as *she* prepared the meal, "If I can just get to the Master's computer... maybe I can turn this whole thing around!" *** Deep inside the research labs of Wayne Pharmaceutical (formerly Mammoth Pharmaceutical) Selena Kyle looked dispassionately at the naked woman pumping vigorously on the modified Stairmaster and permitted herself the ghost of a smile. "So this is Betty?" she asked the blonde female doctor "That's right," The Doctor smiled back. "Quite a sight, eh?" It was quite a sight indeed! The naked woman's wrists had been twisted up behind her back to her shoulder blades, and secured there by the simple expedient of tying them to her long, wavy, raven-black hair - forcing her to arch her back and stare straight upwards, a posture that thrust her bouncing, bare, gravity-defying breasts into even greater prominence! "Raise those knees high, Betty - higher!" the blonde doctor pressed a button and the dark-haired nude instantly became even more animated, practically dancing on the throbbing machine. Sharp-eyed Selena quickly noticed the rhythmic quivering between Betty's peach-pink butt-cheeks and smiled knowingly. "Remote-control vibrator, eh?" "That's right," the doctor smiled back and the two womens' eyes locked for an instant in tacit mutual understanding. "But that's not all," the Doctor continued, "The machine is rigged with sub-sonic noise devices; they can't be heard by the human ear, but at specified times - or at my command - they send out waves of vibration to her nipples and -um- other parts!" She pressed another button to demonstrate, and the dark-haired woman moaned softly... then whimpered as the stimulation ceased! "Poo-oo-oor thing!" Selena cooed, "So hot and bothered like that! And kept completely naked!" "That's Mr. Wayne's Orders," The Doctor said, "Keep her nude, horny and completely unsatisfied!" Selena smiled at the now-thrashing bare bottom of the bound Betty. Then she glanced at the Doctor. Once again, their eyes locked in mutual understanding. "Here," the Doctor handed Selena a short leather paddle, "I can tell you want to try it!" "Ooo!" Selena caressed the paddle, then softly stroked the defenseless bare bottom before her. "May I?" "Be my guest!" WHACK! WHAPP! Ssswwwaaaackkk! Betty gasped and whimpered as the beautiful woman pounded pain into her pinkening pratt. Selenea's eyes sparkled and her heart raced, but she brought herself under control--after a while. "Whatever did she do to deserve this?" "She actually volunteered for it," The Doctor answered, "Though I'm not sure she realized when she took this as an alternative to Jail quite what she was getting into," Selena shot her a questioning look and the Doctor explained, "Betty was caught trying some kind of computer theft scam at Wayne Manor. Judge Dent convicted her, and it looked like she was going to do years of hard time... till Mister Wayne offered her this alternative." "You mean working here as a Guinea Pig?" "Well, I wouldn't put it that way," The Doctor half-smiled, "Not exactly, anyway. I mean, we do try out a lot of the experimental treatments to enhance her -ah- curves. And the aphrodisiacs, of course. And the permanent make-up.... and I have to admit there have been some unfortunate side effects: Betty can't seem to talk anymore, but she's learning to communicate with clicks, whistles and animal sounds. But Mister Wayne has done so much fine work here. I mean, it was his initiative that put the scientists here to work perfecting the drug that turned my life around. Until Mister Wayne intervened, everyone thought I was hopelessly insane!" "I've heard about that, Dr. Quinzelle," Selena put a friendly arm on the doctor's white lab-coated shoulder, "And how you had your medical license restored - that was Judge Dent too, wasn't it?" "Yes, it's been really remarkable. And I owe it all to Mister Bruce Wayne!" Later, alone in the lab with Betty, Dr. Quinzelle helped the poor. shivering girl down off the stairmaster. "Feeling chilly, Batman?" She smiled as a look of shock crossed the beautifully made-up features of the denuded detective. With *her* wrists bound to *her* hair, back arched and neck bent back, Batman had to bend w-a-a-y over just to look Dr, Harlene Quinzelle in the face -- a posture that flaunted *her* bare butt out behind and jiggled *her* naked breasts delightfully. "That's right, Sweetie!" the Doctor giggled, "Bruce Wayne told me all about you! And I just can't say what a thrill it is for me to see the world's greatest crime-fighter like This!" Dr. Quinzelle cupped Batman's big, shapely breasts in her hands and bounced them gently, delighting in the look of sheer sexual frustration and abject shame on her arch-foe's feminine face. "I have some interesting plans for you, too! You'll be happy to know your days as a lab-rat here at Wayne Pharmaceutical are almost over. I've got a nice little room for you at Arkham Sanatarium! That's right: it's my old room. But I won't make you wear that frumpy old straight- jacket you put Me in... no-o-ooo! I have a nice new one picked out just for you, made of kinky black net silk! Terribly confining and totally revealing! Won't you feel just ever so sexy parading around the grounds in THAT?" With a gentle hand on Batman's quivering nude bottom, the Doctor steered *her* to another part of the lab. "But we'll have to keep you on a pretty tight leash, Sweets! Those hormones I gave you have made you so horny... well if we let you loose you'd throw yourself at just Anything -- male, female, animal, vegetable or alien life form! But I'm not going to let you do that; I'm keeping you hot and frustrated, Batman! And when the medical students come to study you and their findings go out over the internet -- complete with pictures, of course -- you'll be the best-known nympho in case history!" The Doctor locked Batman in the tiny plastic cage that was *her* home at Wayne Pharmaceuticals and smiled in at the scrunched up, terribly confined pink curves of *her* body. "Pleasant dreams, Batman!"