(Collabed by me and by Zamp7)
(slight cross over)
(man to dog tf)

Link to Zamp7s page
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zamp7/


The night was cold, but dry. It was a regular November evening in Gotham City. Snow gently glided down to the pavement of the crime-ridden streets. One of the city's most diabolical and depraved criminals was currently in the middle of a jewelry heist at the Gotham City Museum . "Alright you bozos, I need you to stick everything of value into your little jewelry bags. Maybe you could find a nice ring for Harley, my gentlemen." Said a clown with green hair and a wretched yellow smile. After his last syllable, he laughed a crooked, pitchy laugh. The men fired their pistols up into the air, forcing everyone onto the ground in fear.

The man with the green hair, the Joker, bashed open a case full of jewelry and started to steal anything that was inside of it. The boss' henchmen followed suit, cramming in jewels, gold, and pearls into their sacks. The crooks continued to rummage through the various shiny treasures that were behind broken glass. Their boss, dressed in a dapper purple suit, climbed over the people cowering on the white tile floor. He found a strange golden ring tucked under the jeweler's counter. This ring had a single red ruby gemstone, with some strange engraving that the clown ignored.

The clown continued to examine the ring, while his henchmen raided the store. Rubbing his chin, the clown decided that this ring would be perfect for his "bestest bad girl." He decided to put it on, in which the gem seemed to respond by giving a subtle shimmer.

"Alright boys," the clown started maniacally, "we have what we came here for." The thugs, bags behind their backs, ran out of the glass doors, with the clown trailing behind them. Everyone in the store picked themselves up slowly, shaken with panic. Then, as if on cue, a beacon shone in the snowy sky, signaling the city's savior. But he didn't come, not yet. However, police showed up onto the scene.
Police secured the scene, dozens of cops secured the museum's perimeter. Batman arrived to assess the damage. His Bat-Mobile was sharper than ever, with brand new Wayne technology recently installed.

The Chief on the scene briefs Batman that this was the handiwork of the Joker and describes what was stolen, mentioning the ring last. Batman, not knowing the true value of the ring, asked his butler and friend Alfred about it. After about ten minutes if Alfred doing some research, he described the origin of the ring and it’s special power. Only Batman could hear what was said. He nodded, with a trademark frown spreading across his face. Batman mentioned then something, almost to himself, about how much trouble the Joker unknowingly got himself into.

"I had better track down Joker before the fool curses himself." Batman grumbled as he opened the door to his Bat-Mobile. The leather seats gently cradled the wealthy superhero, as he shut the door and pressed the ignition switch. The beast of a car growled to life.

Alfred did not see this as an easy mission for Batman. Alfred's voice was now synced with the Bat-Mobile's stereo. "But sir you don't even know where he could be".


"I'll find him." The Bat said gruffly. Batman went off in his pursuit of the Joker. He was passing Gotham bank when he just happened to come across a couple of the clown prince's henchman just standing around,
having been abandoned by the Joker during the heist. Bags of jewels were still slung over their shoulders.

"I can't believe the clown just left us here like that!" One of them shouted to the other. Their bare upper bodies were covered with snow and they looked miserable.

"I know! I would rather work for Two-Face next time! At least our chances of getting off safely, SAFELY with the l-loot will be fifty-fifty!"


"I will get these fools to reveal where their boss is". Batman ejected from the Bat-Mobile, which drove itself away. Batman landed onto a rooftop, overlooking where the abandoned henchmen were walking. It was almost astounding how these idiots managed to run away from the cops so easily.

Batman then jumped off of the roof, holding his cape to glide down near the suspects. Once they saw Batman swooping towards them, it was too late.

"Holy crap! It's the Ba-"

Batman kicked one of the goons in the face, then grabbed the other one by the shirt. "Where is the Joker!" He shouted into the thug's face.

"I ain't telling ya nothing, Bat!" The goon spat, missing Batman's face.

The inmate felt a crippling pain in his left wrist, courtesy of Batman gripping it so tight that he threatened to break it.

"Arghh.. Okay okay h-he went in that direction!" The face-painted thug pointed a trembling finger at a nearby intersection. It was not all that busy, but did have skid marks that veered to one direction.

Batman dropped the criminal onto his back and took a pair of hand cuffs from his utility belt. "Good thing you told me, but I can't let low lives like you roam around free".

After tying up Joker's henchmen and leaving them for the GCPD to find, he got
on the search for his nemesis again. He scaled tall buildings, watched, perching from the gargoyles.
But yet, he still hadn't found a hint of where Joker could be.

Then.. right when he standing on a forty foot tall apartment building, the Batman heard his laugh.. That shrill, shrieking, cacophony of insanity. And it was coming from right behind him!

"Joker. I should have known-" The Bat drawled aggressively. Batman pivoted around just in time
to see a Joker playing card moving in a spiraling motion towards him. Batman leapt out of the way,
moving to the side to avoid the incoming weapon.

"There's plenty more were that came from!" Joker yelled madly before taking out another razor-bladed card from his purple suit jacket.

Batman stopped that one from coming by blocking with his fist, getting cut in the process. While pulling the razor-edged card deep from his flesh, Batman took the time to observe the ring curled around Joker's index finger. The maniac saw what Batman was eyeing.

"Oh you like this ring?, quite a beauty isn't it?" The clown grimaced with malice. "I was originally going to give it to Harley, before I changed my mind of course."

Batman rolled his eyes, since when would the Joker take interest in any kind of jewels? Sure he had always wanted to go big, but usually his focus was on getting Batman to kill him. "Joker.. Whatever you do don't read the writing inscribed on that ring. You'll only regret it if you do." The Bat said in a monotone but commanding manner.

Joker pursed his red lips, wondering what Batman was telling him and twisted his hand around to look at the tiny engraving. It read, "In canis copure transmuto."

"This cute little message?.. Why though, Bats?" The Joker sneered, his eyebrows raised in disobedience and mock inquisition.

"You'll be in a literal hairy situation if you do!" Batman shouted before the Joker jumped out of sight and hid behind a wall. Joker couldn't help what he did next.

"BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" The trademark laugh was enough to make any sane person quake with fear.

"I wasn't making a joke!" Batman snapped. He was now busy searching the area for the clown.

Joker kept laughing. "Oh ho ho! You're really killing me here Dork Knight!" Joker said as he cackled.

Batman had to think of a way to stop him from reading the inscription and cursing himself.
The reason why was because batman didn't want to deal with a cursed criminal. It would be way too much of a headache. He kept trying to find the clown, scolding him. "Joker I'm warning you... If you read that inscription aloud, you'll drop dead in an instant!"

Joker wasn't swayed by this. "You really expect me to believe that load of hyena crap? Heheh I can prove you wrong!" Then, just as Batman turned the right corner, he heard his voice say, "In canis copure transmuto."

Now he'd done it. Batman could only stand and watch now.

"In canis copure transmuto! You are too slow, Bat! Heehee!"

Batman's face stayed a stoic as he remembered Alfred's words to him about the ring. "It says here, Sir, that if the wearer of the ring says the inscription over five times, then they will stay in cursed form longer." The words of the butler echoed back to him in his mind.

Joker literally was singing the inscriptions words now. Batman couldn't believe the ignorance he was seeing! To catch the clown off guard, Batman whispered, "Won't be long now before the first of the fur shows up".

Soon enough the curse showed its first effects and Joker's semi-shaggy, semi-spiky green hair was sprouting fluffy white strands. Some even stuck out from his cheeks and forehead. Joker noticed soon that Batman was gazing at him. Joker, still amused by his disobedience, was now slightly confused by the Bat's comment. "What? Why are you staring all bat-eyed at me like that?" Batman silently pointed to his left cheek and center of his cowl.

Joker took this correctly as a signal to touch the areas of himself Batman was gesturing to. His gloved hand instinctively slid to his forehead, where he felt something smooth, silky... And like soft cotton wool.

"What the- What??" The Joker shouted, panicking and looking at his new fur.


"I warned you Joker." The Batman said starkly.


"Warn me about what, Bats!? You didn't tell me about this! I was supposed to drop dead, remember!?" Joker shouted, the amusement from his face dissipating into fear.

"You ignored my words and read the writing on the ring. You knew something would happen." The Bat himself was mildly amused and had the slightest smirk come over him.

Joker was shocked... and furious! Batman told him he would die though if he ignored his words of warning! His eyes drifted down to his nose as the thickening and growing hair
now was visible from both sides of his face. "What's this blackness in front of my eyes?" Joker mumbled to himself out loud. Joker was changing so fast that Batman couldn't even take notes, not that he needed to.

Joker's head hair was pretty much completely white now. His face had a long carpet of hair that was the same colour. Not to mention the fact that he had a big, wet dog's snout now.

Ignoring the enhanced sense of smell he now possessed, the Joker tore off his gloves to see what had become of his hands. "Oh perfect.. big clumsy white slippers for hands!" The Joker tried to say to calm himself down.

"The correct term is paws Joker." Batman said in an amused tone. The Dark Knight watched the Joker helplessly transform into a canine. His arms were crossed as he looked down onto the fool.

"I know that, goddamit! ARF! I can't even see correctly now!" Joker snapped back before attempting to blow the obscuring fur out from his eyes. Tchhhhh, went Jokers suit, tearing itself apart at
the seams so the fur had room to burst free. "No No not my lovely suit!" Joker cried out helplessly.
The suit was now destroyed by the super thick sheepdog hairs coming through.

"How interesting.. I'm going to have a four legged walking mop of fluff for a nemesis." Batman jabbed uncharacteristically.

Joker shot his head up at those words. "You- you mean I'm going to become a-"

"Yes.. Your going to become a dog, a sheepdog to be exact." Batman finished the sentence for him.

Joker couldn't exactly help what he did next. "ARGHROOOO!!!"

Exactly.. the so called Clown Prince of Crime howled like a simple minded canine.

Batman did not feel sorry for Joker anymore, he did have it coming. And he did it to himself. "I better call the pound soon to tell them I have a new resident for them".

The almost fully transformed Joker grew red hot angry hearing this. "Drrrron't yrrrou even thrrrink about it RARF! Bats!" He snarled, his mouth and nose forcefully extending forward along with his tongue.

Batman gave one of his rare smiles and shook his head in pity. If only the Joker had listened.

Joker swore to his enemy in English along with rough barks that he would tear him to shreds after all this was done, even as he was forced to the ground by his spine readjusting to fit his new four legs.

Batman backed away, pulling a batarang off from his belt. Joker was becoming a large breed of dog and that meant he could do some real damage. Joker could even suffocate him with that thick sheepdog fur.

The old English sheepdog that was the Joker only thirty seconds ago lifted his head up to leer at the Dark Knight. Batman was simply looking back at him. The Joker's hateful expression spoke more words than actual ones.

The big ball of woolly fluff bounded towards Batman, teeth flashing and neon green eyes wide open.He leaped onto batman's chest just as the vigilante prepared himself to hurl the batarang and stop the dog's furious charge.

Batman wrapped his thick gauntlets around the dogs huge neck and held him away from his face as best as he could, all while kicking him on the tummy.

"Get off me! You crazed canine!" Batman said with a demanding tone.

Saliva flew from Joker's open maw and splattered onto Batman's cowl. It seemed like Joker was winning this round, but Batman just couldn't get those massive paws off his chest. Not to mention, his own legs were pinned down by the Joker's hind ones.

Batman closed his eyes. If the Joker was going to take a piece out of his throat, he had to at least die with dignity. He kept on fighting off hard with what he was up against. Just when all hope went down the drain and Jokers teeth bit into his neck, a voice called out from behind them.


"Hey you giant furball!!! Leave him alone!" The one speaking was non other then Batgirl! The young heroine quickly whipped out a boleadora from her utility belt, specially designed to tie down and restrain animals.

Joker got up off of Batman and turned to face her. A long time ago, he showed up at her doorstep and shot a bullet into her spine to get back at her father, the now retired Commissioner Gordon. It left her paralyzed, confined to a wheel chair, and took away her career as Batgirl for many years. It took a lot of time for the Wayne Enterprise to develop new technologies to help her get back on her feet, literally.

Joker wanted nothing more then to do it again. This time, he was not going to be as merciful. Batgirl didn't recognize him, however. All she saw was a vicious stray dog that had to be taken down.

"Be careful Barbra, that's no ordinary stray dog." Batman warned as he tried to pull himself back up.

"Relax, I got this!"

Batgirl wasted no time and hurled fourth the boleadora, which wound itself around the dogs body, and ensnared him effectively. "That oughta keep him still for a while." Barbara said with a smirk. "What is wrong with this dog why was he attacking you like that? I always thought of old English sheepdogs as boisterous and lovable."

"He's not just any dog Barbra," Batman explained, "He's the Joker in a dog's body".

"What? Seriously??" Batgirl said in disbelief.

"Yep," Batman gave a nod before bending down and picking up the ring sitting by Jokers paw,
"And this is what caused it." He handed the ring to Barbra.

"How did this happen? Wait- I could've sworn that
I've seen this little ring before..." She whispered, staring at it from all angles.

"Well the Joker did take it from a museum, perhaps you saw it there once?"

"Must have... I've forgotten it's name though." Batgirl said, turning the ring up the right way again
so that she could see the top.

"Don't read the inscription," Batman whispered, "Alfred did some research on the bat computer
and found some pertinent information on it. It's called the docga hound ring." Even though Batman's knowledge was somewhat limited, Barbara couldn't help but feel like Alfred had done a very good job on briefing him on the matter. Then it hit her.

"Docga, isn't that an old English term?" Batgirl tilted her head. Her right eybrow was raised as she asked the question.

"Yes, but it's a rare term." Batman said, his own inquiry being aroused.

"Ah.. So what are we going to do about fluff butt over here?" Batgirl pointed to the Joker dog who growled at that silly name.

"We'll take him over to the Gotham City Animal Shelter, but when or if he becomes his usual self again
he's going straight back back to his cell in Arkham."

"Sure, but I'm not carrying him." Barbara said reluctantly.

Batman got a tranquilizer dart out from his nifty utility belt. He then fired it into Joker's furry back.

"Another thing... How in the hell are we going to get ourselves and him down from this building?"

Batman gave a smirk, just as Joker dropped his head down. "We'll just take the stairs." He opened up a door and pointed to them. There were a lot to have to climb down from.

"Seriously Bruce?" Batgirl sighed. The Joker would have died to hear of Batman's true identity, but he was too deep in sleep to notice, let alone care.

"What's the matter with you?" Batman asked with the large sleeping dog over his back when they reached the bottom of the steps.

Batgirl looked like she was going to collapse onto him. Panting, she wheezed out, "I've never- been a big fan- of walking down stair cases... Especially not ones with over twenty freaking steps!"

Batman, on the other hand felt just fine. "The shelter's only a block away and your
not the one lugging around a big mutt." The Batman gave a slight pat on the Joker's side.

"Yeah Good point."

Batgirl and Batman had a sort of father figure/daughter figure relationship
with each other, so a little bit of playful banter when things weren't too serious
was okay.


Batgirl asked Batman then what they were going to do about the Docga hound ring. It didn't take long for her boss to answer. "Well, since the curse can easily be passed onto another person
we will either hide it away or destroy it."

"What about giving it back to the museum?" Barbara asked. It was a good question.

"Hmmm," Batman thought to himself, "That could be done, but someone else could steal it again."

Batgirl nodded. "Yeah, good point I guess."

After a bit more walking, the two Gotham city heroes arrived and dropped Joker
off at the shelter doors. "Aren't you going to let them know about the dog first?"

"No, they'll find him here soon enough." They then departed silently into the night.

The pound staff were just about to finish their late night shift when they heard the growling and whining noises of a dog.

"Oh my.. who left this dog here.. and why is he restrained like this?" A male staff member asked himself. "Wait there's a note here..." The staff member picked it up and began to read it.

"Dear Monarch Theatre Road Pound staff," the person read, "For the good of the city keep this dog locked up and don't put him up for adoption under any circumstances. He's mean, he's dangerous, and he's actually the Joker. Signed... Batman."

"Wait this dog is the Joker??"

"Batman wouldn't lie would he?" A second person said in a thick New York accent, coming from behind him. Her golden locks were done up in pony tails.

There was no outward signs that this dog used to be the Clown Prince of Crime.

"If this dog is who Batman claims, then it's going to need to be in a very secure place." The staff member said before being whacked behind the head, being knocked out cold.

"Yes, very close to my heart!" The woman said flirtatiously. "Hello, Puddin! Harley's missed you!" She said as she gently grabbed the dog from where it was sleeping.