The Batbimbo

 Barbra Gordon was the beloved daughter of the Gotham city police commissioner, and crime fighting Batgirl by night. However all the training in the world couldn't help her now.

She awoke tied to a cold metal table before nearly jumping as Harley Quinn had walked over and smiled while the Joker forced a man inside and made him begin to scrub. "We finally figured out how to break you batbimbo!" She said as the Joker grinned devilishly. Then stuck another needle in her neck when she began to speak. When Barbra had finally come to she was still bound but there was a mirror in front of her, Harley Quinn was behind her and the Joker was working on her heavily restrained arm with a tattoo gun "Oh hello there! Harley I don't think she's admired the work just yet...point it out for her won't you?" He laughed returning to some trashy tribal on her arm.

"Let's see little bat, we've got you some nice full lips that um...well they may screw up your speech and give you a little lisp...who cares though! Who wants to hear you drone on and on. "Next you've got these wonderful boobies, I mean funbags, cause this is the best" she giggled massaging them before sliding down her legs to grab her heels "and lastly we took the liberty of cutting your Achilles tendon and shortening it by about 6 inches, you'll have have a hard time walking in anything but 6 inch heels ever again bat slut" she teased as Barbra began to cry "Oh Barbie hush! We're gonna put you up with some people who love your new style, in a nice little asylum" the Joker spoke with a roaring laugh as he finished up her arm

"Harley I want her hair dyed...pink and black, while you're doing that I'll get her an appropriate outfit to be checked into Arkham with. He walked away before returning with a pink and black bat girl costume meant to fit her now, equipped with high heels and and a small pink domino mask "She's gonna look great!" He laughed before Batgirl cried and screamed as joker grabbed her "there's one more thing I need to do, make you like us!" He said as Harley had finished up. He freed her from her bonds and two men walked in and tossed her into a pit of chemicals, turning her skin a pale white, her lips a bright pink and her eyes a similar shade of pink. Barbra quickly passed out again out of shock.

The next morning she woke up, handcuffed to the old steel mill in a bad part of town, she still had her belt, but it wasn't how she left it, she still had some gadgets, but no communicator, instead it was a pink hello kitty phone and her grappling gun was replaced with a vibrator.