Harley Quinn Barefoot And Hypnotized (Patreon)

The abandoned carnival on the outskirts of Gotham had become Harley Quinn’s secret lair, a perfect chaotic playground of rusted rides, faded banners, and shattered mirrors where she could scheme and laugh away from Batman’s reach. She lounged on the steps of the old Funhouse in her full red-and-black jester outfit, boots planted firmly on the cracked pavement, mallet resting across her lap.

That’s when an unfamiliar face showed up: Dr. Swirly Spirals.

The quirky hypnoscientist moved with confidence, her purple hair swaying. She wore a clean white lab coat open over a purple undershirt and white lab pants stopping at her ankles, her own bare feet padding softly across the ground. Black-and-white spiral hypno-goggles over her eyes. Founder of TranceTech, and inventor of cutting-edge mind control gadgets, she had come prepared to claim a new assistant.

“Well, well… look who’s made herself at home in my new testing ground.” Swirly said with a playful smirk.

Harley jumped up, gripping her mallet with a wild grin. “Hey! This is my lair, Spiral Specs! Ya lost or somethin’?”

Dr. Swirly simply pressed a button, activating the full power of her hypno goggles. The black-and-white spirals spun fast, pulling Harley’s gaze like twin vortexes. “Just relax and watch the pretty spirals, Harley. Round and round… deeper and deeper. Your big bad brain doesn’t need to fight. It wants to sink… nice and easy.”

Harley’s eyes widened, locking onto the mesmerizing pattern. Her mallet slipped from her fingers and clattered loudly on the ground. “Wha… that's… spinny…” she murmured, her body beginning to sway in rhythm.

“That’s right.” Swirly cooed sweetly, stepping closer until her bare toes nearly touched Harley’s boots. “You’re getting so blank… so obedient. Those heavy boots look awfully uncomfortable, don’t they? A good assistant should be barefoot for the Doctor. Take them off, Harley. Right now.”

Harley’s painted lips parted in a dreamy smile as her hands moved on their own. She obediently sat down on the Funhouse steps, tugged off her left boot, then her right, peeling away her socks until her soft, bare feet were fully exposed to the cool air. She wiggled her toes absentmindedly, the sensation sending a pleasant haze through her already spinning mind.

“Good girl.” Dr. Swirly praised, her admiration for feet flaring with delight at the sight of Harley’s stinky, smooth soles now resting on the dirty pavement. “From now on, you stay barefoot. Barefoot and completely obedient to me. You’re my hypnotized assistant, Harley. Say it.”

“Barefoot… and obedient…” Harley echoed in a blissful, distant voice, her pupils swirling in perfect sync with the goggles. “Your hypnotized assistant.. Doc…”

Dr. Swirly grinned triumphantly and gently lifted one of Harley’s warm feet, admiring the soft arch and wrinkles before commanding her to go into position. The entranced jester sat so both of those soft, bare soles faced forward proudly. Harley relaxed, spiral-filled eyes staring blankly ahead, a lazy, mindless on her face.

“Mmm, perfect.” Swirly whispered, running a single finger slowly along Harley’s warm sole and watching her toes curl in hypnotic bliss. “This is going to be the start of a very fun partnership. TranceTech’s newest barefoot spokes-clown… all mine.”

In the decaying carnival light, the former Queen of Chaos had become the perfect barefoot hypnotic assistant, mind spinning happily, body relaxed and compliant, soles proudly on display for her new Mistress.