Cleaning up

I'm Hank, the former night janitor for Wayne Industries.  Two nights ago, Poison Ivy broke into the botany labs and tried to plant some device there.  The Batman arrived just in time, but in their ensuing fight, they really trashed the place. Enter me.

I was nearly done when I cut myself on the remains of Ivy's device.   It wasn't bad, but the wound started to sting intensely.  I passed out from the pain, and when I woke up, I looked like this. Turns out the villaness wanted to transform all men of Gotham into copies of herself. I know I should be seeking a cure, but the longer I stay like this, the more Ivy's plans make sense to me.  I wonder how hard it would be to break her out of Arkham? Do you think she might become my girlfriend?

Wrong shop

Ernie thought a flower shop would be easy pickings for burglary. However, Isley's Floral Boutique proved to be more challenging than he thought. Some vines animated and held him fast while blossoms sprayed pollen in his face. Ernie blacked out, and when he came to again, he found that he had been changed. "Holy crap!" he thought. "I'm the exact duplicate of the dame that owns this place!"

Nice try

Yeah. Nice try. You were going to use that ray gun of yours to turn me into one of your pervy superhero fantasies? Not a chance. I'm as butch and as masculine as ever.

Prick, no prick

I bought a rose bush from the hot redhead who word at the flower shop. When I went home to plant it, I pricked my finger on one of the thorns. When I woke up, I looked like this, the latest victim of Poison Ivy's plan to take over the city. Apparently, there are dozens of us running around town now. Best nefarious plan ever, if you ask me.

The Case of the Emory Diamond

A gem that causes body-swapping creates havoc in Gotham...