The Joker looked down at his body - knowing it should be HIS body and fully aware of his transformation - but at the site of the soft, smooth, flawlessly creamy curves and swoops of undeniably female flesh...he gasped and stumbled back in shock. As his did so he passed a mirror, and what was reflected was so bluntly and cartoonishly female...yet also very him. His chin and jawline was always exaggerated, and his plunge into that vat of toxic chemicals hardly did him any favors...yet now his exaggerated smile just seemed somehow 'cute' as opposed to frightening. His wide mouth - red-lipped and always spread in an eternal grin - now had fat, wildly trout-pouty lips. His green hair was thick, full and exploded from his scalp like a tumble of electric-green cotton candy. His bottom was wide, full and lush, and his massive, soccerball-sized breasts wobbled and bounced in a way to suggest they were 100% natural. Impossible. Totally impossible.
Yet...also exactly what he saw. Felt. Knew. This was him.
His feet were perched on sparkly purple pumps with 6-inch heels...yet he knew he could walk, saunter and dance in them. His shaved snatch was barely covered with a tight pair of bikini briefs o tight that they flowed his butt cheeks into twin loves. His huge breasts were uncovered, but his grape-thick nipples were caped with tassled purple cups. He shook his head again, then looked again to the woman with him. It...was Batman, of course. She looked and dressed almost exactly like him, yet her accoutrements were in black. Her skin was just as pale as his, but his hair was a tumble of liquid midnight and his mouth was a cute, pouty frown that glistened black. her sullen, haunted eyes were rimmed with black as well....and while the Joker was a clown...the Batman looked childishly goth. What's more...the Joker knew that HE knew as well.
Batman? This wasn't something you did, was it?"
Batman looked surprised. "I assumed it was you...at first."
Well...I don't want a bunch of men's club assholes to murder me, so...let's do what we have to do tonight, and split in the morning. Truce?"
The former Batman nodded, still pouting (was his pout a permanent thing like his own smile?) and extended his hand. His long nails were painted with glittery black polish and decorated with little yellow 'bat' symbols.
The Joker nodded, shook the extended hand, intending on betraying his old foe at the first chance he had. He noticed his own fingers were tipped with long, glittery purple nails. They were so pretty...