This choice: Cassandra turns the tables, shrinking Harley, but another villain steals the gun • Go Back...Chapter #9Sad Clown by: chaos   Cassandra might have been uncertain about what to do next but her mentor wasn’t. Using his grappling hook, Batman snagged Batgirl's shoulder and propelled up. He shot upwards and out of Cassandra’s pocket, he flew past her wide hips and right past her smooth stomach and bulging breasts to make a perfect landing on her shoulder. Feeling the tiny hero land on top of her, Cassandra turned her head, nearly hiring him with her masked face. The two exchanged a look and that was all it took. Just seeing Batman’s body language Cassandra was able to have a full conversation with the tiny man. She knew what he wanted and while she didn’t like it, she respected him so much that she’d follow his plan even if it seemed too dangerous to her. After all, why says no to Batman.
Moving the tiny kid in her mouth into her cheek to better talk, Harley grinned at the sight of her tiny enemy. “There you are bats! I saw you got shrunken down and was wondering where you went. Hanging around with Bat-Jailbait are you? Selina’s going to be so…” Harley wasn’t able to finish as Cassandra acted. She grabbed Batman from her shoulder and with the skill of a major league baseball player threw him as hard as she could right at Harley’s face. The clown make-up wearing villain could only stare at the miniature hero hit her square in the nose, clinging to her face and covering her eyes with his cape. Harley’s arms waved around, blinding shooting off her sizing gun in all directions. Batgirl dived for cover as the onslaught continued until a stray beam went down, striking Harley in her leg as she extended it out. Harley literally shot herself in the foot.
“Oh poo,” Harley gaged as the kid in her mouth suddenly became too big for her rapidly dwindling jaws. She spat him out as she shot down, her suit ripping at the same time as the people she had been holding under her costume came tumbling out. Harley quickly shrank down just as fast as all the other victims, finding herself on the dirty ground, her clothes torn to shreds, dazed and confused tiny people laying all around her and Batman laying on top of her, his grim face glaring down at her.
“Well, that was fun while it lasted,” Harley sighed, unbothered that she had been shrunken down. Honestly, when she went on her rampage she expected to be taken down eventually, she just hoped she could have a bit more fun before someone came and ruined her fun. Feeling the muscular, hard body of Gotham’s protector laying down on top of her barely covered body, her bare breasts rubbing into his chest, Harley grinned shamelessly. “Then again, maybe the fun is just starting. You know Bats, you should really buy a girl dinner before having your way with them.”
Batman remained on top of her, face as stony as ever as Harley tried to squirm sexily underneath him. If she thought he was going to let her go just because she was horny she didn’t know him at all.
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Entering through the secret entrance to the Gotham clock tower, Black Canary entered Oracle’s secret base. Getting off her motorcycle, Dinah didn’t remove the sound sidekick tucked between her breasts, preferring to keep him there as she walked into the living quarters for the Birds of Prey. Oracle was on the top of the clock tower, no doubt keeping Gotham and the rest of the heroes outside the city organized and providing information. Best to leave her be while she ‘entertains’ Robin until Batman returns or she gets more information.
“Um, Dinah,” Robin asked as she shuffled around inside her cleavage. With her top unbuttoned slightly, he was no longer getting massaged by the mountains of jiggly, soft flesh but he was still rubbing all over the supple mounds with every step Black Canary took. He could feel his erection brushing against Dian’s breasts, a fact that he prayed she wasn’t aware of. “Are you going to leave me here?”
“Oh, sorry. You feel so natural where you are I forgot you were there,” Dinah lied, smiling warmly at the boy as she plucked him free of her bosom. She left him hanging right in front of her chest, letting him see the huge rack that had been cradling him through his bumpy ride. She was pleased to see him staring, marveling at the sight of her enormous, soft chest. She was tempted to bring him close again or maybe remove another button but decided she had teased the boy enough, for now.
“Let's make ourselves comfortable. I think it’s going to be a long night,” Dinah said as she sat down on one of the couches in the living area that rested before a big screen tv. They might be heroes but they still needed a place to relax and catch their breath. Speaking of which, Robin was looking a little red as he squirmed between Black Canary’s fingers. Taking pity on the hormonal teen, she placed him on the coffee table before her. She was thinking of putting him on her lap but he looked so tense he deserved a little bit of time away from her body. Robin sighed with relief as he was placed down, still trying to get his body under control. Being so close to this colossal, beautiful woman was driving him crazy. If he wasn’t careful he might do something he regrets later.
“Thanks for the help again. I owe you one,” Robin softly said as he gazed up at Black Canary, her cleavage still exposed. Her red, glossy lips formed a perfect smile as she locked eyes with the tiny boy. Her long, fishnet stocking covered legs crossed as she made herself comfortable, spreading her arms over the couch. Dinah was the picture of the Cat that had swallowed the Canary. She spoke down to Robin softly with a slight put in her words.
“I’m sure we can figure out a way you can pay me back.”
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“Is this really necessary? What am I going to do, steal a toy car and wheel myself to freedom?” Harley whined as she sat down beside Batman, her arms handcuffed behind her back. The cops were around, picking up the victims of her mass shrinking and caring for them as if they had been through some kind of big trauma. Harley huffed. She had felt several of them hump her body and she had certainly felt the punk in her mouth get hard as she swirled him around. She hadn’t been planning to hurt anyone, in fact, if they had let her get away with her new toys she would have shown them the time of their lives. Why did everyone have to be so serious?
“Quiet,” Cassandra said down at the shrunken villain as she surveyed the scene. Not long after Harley was shrunk the police came in, restoring order and helping Harley’s victims. None of them had picked up the tiny woman responsible for everything, leaving her in the hands of the heroes that stopped her. They’d let the cops look after the shrunken victims while they figured out a way to restore them and everyone else that had been reduced. Even Harley would be returned to normal so she could get back to her quiet, lonely cell in Arkham.
“Harley, are you sure you don’t know where the Sizer’s gun went?” Batman demanded, looking down at the female villain as she pushed her bare chest out. Harley had no problem exposing herself, even when Cassandra offered a handkerchief to cover herself the woman refused. They had ruined her costume so they had to look at the damage and her tits until she got some real clothes.
“I told you Bats, after I got hit I accidentally tossed that stupid hunk of junk away. You try holding on to something when you have a flying robot clinging to your face,” Harley sulked, wishing she still had her weapon. She didn’t know where it had gone. She remembered flinging it away into one of the alleys as she was going from tall to tiny but after that who knows. Maybe someone took it, she had made some calls before her rampage to a few of her fellow female villains. Either way, it didn’t matter who had the gun because Harley didn’t. She was tiny and cold and no one was looking at her titties, what a disappointing night this turned out being.
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