The air in Arkham Asylum was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin crawl even if you were just passing by. Batman stood in the dimly lit interrogation room, his cowl masking the furrow of his brow. Across from him, the Joker leaned back in his chair, grinning wildly, as if he’d just won the lottery. "Oh, Batsy, you should see the look on your face," the Joker cackled, his voice dripping with amusement. "You’re always so serious. Don’t you ever get tired of that brooding act?"Batman ignored the taunt, his voice low and steady. "What do you want, Joker? Stop wasting my time."The Joker’s grin widened, and he leaned forward, his green hair catching the flicker of the fluorescent light. "Oh, I’m not wasting time. I’m giving you a gift, darling. A little… experiment. Let’s call it… a role reversal."Before Batman could react, the Joker pressed a button on a small remote he’d been hiding in his hand. A flash of light filled the room, and suddenly, the world shifted. Batman felt a strange sensation, as if his entire being was being pulled apart and reassembled. When the light faded, he was no longer standing. He was… smaller. Weaker.He glanced down at his hands—no, not his hands. These were delicate, feminine, with short, painted nails. His heart raced as he realized the truth. He wasn’t in his body anymore. "What the hell did you do?" His voice came out high-pitched, soft, and trembling. "Joker—what is this?"The Joker let out a laugh that echoed through the room. "Oh, this is priceless! Look at you, Batsy! Or should I say… Kakure Meme?" He said the name with a mocking lilt, as if it were a punchline to a joke only he understood.Batman—now in Kakure Meme’s body—stumbled back, his new center of gravity throwing him off balance. He felt… different. Everything was different. The weight of his chest, the way his legs felt as they brushed against each other, the unfamiliar softness of his skin. He reached up to touch his face, his fingers brushing over full lips and a round, delicate jawline. "This… this can’t be real," he muttered, his voice shaky.The Joker stood, sauntering closer with that unnerving grace of his. "Oh, it’s real, sweetheart. And look at you! You’re adorable. A shy little thing, aren’t you? Always hiding behind that hair." He reached out, tucking a strand of Kakure’s long, brown hair behind her—his—ear. Batman flinched, the touch sending a strange shiver down his spine."Don’t touch me," he snapped, but the high-pitched voice made the threat sound almost pathetic.The Joker chuckled, his grin never wavering. "Oh, but you’re so fun to touch now. So soft. So… delicate. I’ll bet you’re sensitive too, huh? Every little touch must feel like electricity." His hand trailed down to Kakure’s shoulder, his fingers dancing over the fabric of her yoga pants. Batman slapped his hand away, but the movement was clumsy, uncoordinated. He wasn’t used to this body, wasn’t used to the way it moved—or didn’t move. "This is insane," he said, stepping back. "You’re insane."The Joker threw his head back with another cackle. "Insane? Oh, darling, you’re one to talk. Look at you! The mighty Batman, reduced to a shy little girl with a face that can’t stop blushing. How does it feel, huh? To be so… fragile?"Batman clenched his fists, but the strength he was used to wasn’t there. His punches would barely make a dent now. He felt a surge of frustration, but also something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Vulnerability. Fear. "I’ll figure out how to reverse this," he said, his voice firm despite the pitch. "And when I do—"The Joker cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Oh, I’m sure you will, sweetheart. But until then… why don’t you enjoy yourself? Get to know Kakure’s body a little better." He winked, his tone dripping with suggestion. Batman’s cheeks burned, and he turned away, his heart pounding. He hated this. Hated the way the Joker’s words made him feel. Hated the way this body responded to even the smallest touch. He had to get out of here. He had to fix this.But as he walked—no, stumbled—toward the door, the Joker’s voice followed him. "Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be watching. And I can’t wait to see how you handle being a woman. Especially one as… delicate as Kakure. Oh, the fun we’re going to have!"Batman didn’t look back. He couldn’t. But as he pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway, he knew one thing for certain: this was going to be a nightmare.

The air in Arkham Asylum was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin crawl even if you were just passing by. Batman stood in the dimly lit interrogation room, his cowl masking the furrow of his brow. Across from him, the Joker leaned back in his chair, grinning wildly, as if he’d just won the lottery. 

_"Oh, Batsy, you should see the look on your face,"_ the Joker cackled, his voice dripping with amusement. _*"You’re always so serious. Don’t you ever get tired of that brooding act?"*_

Batman ignored the taunt, his voice low and steady. "What do you want, Joker? Stop wasting my time."

The Joker’s grin widened, and he leaned forward, his green hair catching the flicker of the fluorescent light. _*"Oh, I’m not wasting time. I’m giving you a gift, darling. A little… experiment. Let’s call it… a role reversal."*_

Before Batman could react, the Joker pressed a button on a small remote he’d been hiding in his hand. A flash of light filled the room, and suddenly, the world shifted. Batman felt a strange sensation, as if his entire being was being pulled apart and reassembled. When the light faded, he was no longer standing. He was… smaller. _Weaker._

He glanced down at his hands—no, not his hands. These were delicate, feminine, with short, painted nails. His heart raced as he realized the truth. He wasn’t in his body anymore. 

_"What the hell did you do?"_ His voice came out high-pitched, soft, and trembling. _*"Joker—what is this?"*_

The Joker let out a laugh that echoed through the room. _*"Oh, this is priceless! Look at you, Batsy! Or should I say… Kakure Meme?"*_ He said the name with a mocking lilt, as if it were a punchline to a joke only he understood.

Batman—now in Kakure Meme’s body—stumbled back, his new center of gravity throwing him off balance. He felt… different. Everything was different. The weight of his chest, the way his legs felt as they brushed against each other, the unfamiliar softness of his skin. He reached up to touch his face, his fingers brushing over full lips and a round, delicate jawline. 

_"This… this can’t be real,"_ he muttered, his voice shaky.

The Joker stood, sauntering closer with that unnerving grace of his. _*"Oh, it’s real, sweetheart. And look at you! You’re adorable. A shy little thing, aren’t you? Always hiding behind that hair."*_ He reached out, tucking a strand of Kakure’s long, brown hair behind her—his—ear. Batman flinched, the touch sending a strange shiver down his spine.

_"Don’t touch me,"_ he snapped, but the high-pitched voice made the threat sound almost pathetic.

The Joker chuckled, his grin never wavering. _*"Oh, but you’re so fun to touch now. So soft. So… delicate. I’ll bet you’re sensitive too, huh? Every little touch must feel like electricity."*_ His hand trailed down to Kakure’s shoulder, his fingers dancing over the fabric of her yoga pants. 

Batman slapped his hand away, but the movement was clumsy, uncoordinated. He wasn’t used to this body, wasn’t used to the way it moved—or didn’t move. 

_"This is insane,"_ he said, stepping back. _"You’re insane."_

The Joker threw his head back with another cackle. _*"Insane? Oh, darling, you’re one to talk. Look at you! The mighty Batman, reduced to a shy little girl with a face that can’t stop blushing. How does it feel, huh? To be so… fragile?"*_

Batman clenched his fists, but the strength he was used to wasn’t there. His punches would barely make a dent now. He felt a surge of frustration, but also something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Vulnerability. Fear. 

_"I’ll figure out how to reverse this,"_ he said, his voice firm despite the pitch. _"And when I do—"_

The Joker cut him off with a wave of his hand. _*"Oh, I’m sure you will, sweetheart. But until then… why don’t you enjoy yourself? Get to know Kakure’s body a little better."*_ He winked, his tone dripping with suggestion. 

Batman’s cheeks burned, and he turned away, his heart pounding. He hated this. Hated the way the Joker’s words made him feel. Hated the way this body responded to even the smallest touch. He had to get out of here. He had to fix this.

But as he walked—no, stumbled—toward the door, the Joker’s voice followed him. _*"Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be watching. And I can’t wait to see how you handle being a woman. Especially one as… delicate as Kakure. Oh, the fun we’re going to have!"*_

Batman didn’t look back. He couldn’t. But as he pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway, he knew one thing for certain: this was going to be a nightmare.

In the twisted world of Gotham, Batman finds himself trapped in a cruel joke orchestrated by the Joker, swapping bodies with a timid, curvy 18-year-old girl named Kakure Meme. The narrative delves into Batman's struggle to adapt to his new, delicate and sensitive female form, while enduring the Joker's relentless humiliation and sexual taunts. As he navigates the challenges of his new body and the Joker’s sadistic games, Batman must confront his vulnerability and the unexpected pleasures that come with his new form.

The Joker's Fucking Switch

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