Batman: His Harley Days (NSFW) (Patreon)

"It's hard to breath," Batman thought as he woke. He felt like there was a weight on his chest. Reaching up, he lay his hands on his chest, his mind instantly reeling with confusion. He did not find rock hard pecs. His hands landed on something soft, and he could feel his palms against his nipples, but they seemed to be floating above his chest as if... His mind began to analyze, and what it determined he was now holding a pair of women's breasts in his hands but that couldn't be unless... he opened his eyes and looked down at his tits.

Batman's clinical mind kicked in. Where am I? He wondered. What happened? He rolled off a small cot and looked around to see he was in some kind of glass cell. He saw a mirror. Might as well get this over with her thought, walking toward the mirror, feeling the wrongness of this body-- the way his breasts swayed, the awkwardness of walking with his wide hips and his butt felt huge and it was jiggling with every step.

As cold and logical Bruce could be, he couldn't help but gasp as he looked in the mirror and saw- HARLEY QUINN?