The limo arrived, and Jojo and Batsy scampered into it.
"Oh, hey, Alfred," Batsy said as she saw the driver.
"Um, who are you?" JoJo asked.
"This is Alfred," Batsy said. "He's my -- the butler." It was a little confusing how quickly things had changed.
"Bryce, I'll let this go this once," Alfred said sternly, using her "real" name instead of her stage one to know how serious he was. "But you have to treat me in the proper way. I respect your desire to become an exotic dancer and maid, leaving all the responsible decisions for others to handle, but if you are going to act like that, then I will treat you like that, do you understand?"
"Um, yes, sir."
Was Alfred bigger and more muscular now? Or was it just that Batsy felt so much smaller and more petite?
"Both of you work for Ms. Quinn, she is in charge now, and because I am butler and manager of the estate, I am in charge of you. She has also bought this nightclub, and I have authority over that as well. If you do not treat us with respect or you fail in your responsibilities, you will be punished. Is that clear?"
"Um, yes, Mr. Pennyworth," Batsy said.
"Mr. 'Alfred' is sufficient." He smiled affectionately and patted Batsy's head. "I still have a lot of affection for you and a certain informality is acceptable."
Batsy smiled, relieved that Alfred still liked her. She was so lucky to have all these nice people to care about her!
"Now then, I want you two to open those two packages. You get the one with the black ribbon and JoJo gets the one with the purple ribbon.
JoJo clapped her hands. She loved presents.
Inside both of them was a skimpy maid's outfit.
"Try them on," Alfred said, "to see if they are the right size."
JoJo also picked up a chastity belt. "What's this?"
"Ms. Quinn insisted," Alfred said. "You two are so slutty that this will help you to focus on your jobs. I have a key and Ms. Quinn has a key, and if you need to cum, you can beg us to allow you to do it. We don't want you playing with yourself or each other all the time. So put those on and make sure they fit, and then you can start on your first job at the mansion."
"What's that?" Batsy asked. "Sir?"
"Getting rid of everything about your old life."
* * *
Harley smiled as she relaxed in the Bat Cave, typing on her laptop. She probably could have used the computer to totally transform stately and sombre Wayne Manor into fun and colorful Harley Manor, but decided that it would be more fun to make the former Batman dutifully remove everything of his old life -- send off his old clothes and pictures to the Salvation Army, watch his "Bat Cave" be slowly converted into Harley's "Fun Dungeon," see every bit of his old life be taken away or destroyed.
Now that she owned the nightclub as well, it would be good to find some other dancers too. And maybe some more maids. She didn't know.
Harley sighed. This was hard work!
However, one thing that she did know was that this house was too big and roomy for her to run herself. She needed to bring in her pal Ivy. She and Red would have a lot of fun in this place. Maybe Red had some ideas about redecorating it too.
Then the special Bat-Phone rang.
"Hello?" Harley said.
"This is Commissioner Gordon. We need Batman, it's very--"
"Oh, I'm afraid there's been a slight change, Commish," Harley said as she typed on her computer. "Batman's changing how he's doing things now. This isn't a hot line to get Batman to help you solve crimes, but to get Batsy to come and sex you up. Do you want to take advantage of this special Batslut service?"