Harley Quinn.
The name had been both a thorn in his side and an object of no small amount of pitty. Brilliant psychiatrist, her whole life ahead of her, and she'd thrown it all away for a man that was using her as a pawn. Yet another tragic victim of the Joker's madness.
But she was also not to be under estimated. While she didn't have a very impressive set of combat skills, Harley had taken him by surprise a few times with her acrobatics. Batman shuddered to think what she'd be capable of with the right training.
She also had an effect on him, one he masked very well, but couldn't deny being present. It had happened on a brief instance in which Harley had tried to reform. The ordeal had been less than successful, but she'd shocked him with a kiss upon returning her to the asylum. Passions restrained so very often due to his work had slipped for a moment, and he had to face that or risk it becoming a weakness.
The penitentiary was half empty, a vast portion of both the asylum inmates and Black Gate refugees either in the hospital or escaped. The few remaining sported large bruises, arm slings, and neck braces. The bravado was gone as they cowered as he passed by.
A single guard tied to a chair stared at him with horrified eyes. Subtle neck movements signalled not to come closer. A trap. Detective vision was down, too damaged from the earlier fights, and calling Oracle could potentially set off any radio wave devices lying in wait for him. He'd have to get into a better position to get a full view of the area. Firing his grapple hook into the rafters, he ascended rapidly.
As he was mere feet from the rafters, a high heeled boot slid out and collided with his chin as a blond woman flipped down, kicking the launcher out of his hand. Batman spread his cape to catch what air he could, but falling backwards, it barely cushioned the fall. Stunned by the impact, the summer saulting heel dive of yet a third woman collided hard with his ribs. Harley twirled around on his torso, landing a fierce kick to his chin. Pin pricks through his skin in the tears of the suit signalled that he'd been injected with something. It was fast acting, he was out before he could move.
Batman woke in one of the asylum's intensive care rooms, strapped to a gurney. Harley Quinn appeared in his vision, along with Echo and Query, two of Riddler's top people. Riddler's involvement made sense, this trap was too well planned for Harley to have come up with it on her own.
"You know B-man, I always wondered why you had your chin exposed like that. Makes it real easy to do things like this!" she said, slapping him.
His batsuit had been removed, only parts of the microfiber underlayer left on him, presumably what they couldn't pull off of him without undoing the restraints. They'd left his cowl on for some reason, but the neck and bottom strap of it were gone. Whatever they had planned, it didn't involve his identity.
"You know, I got to thinking B-man, and Mister J and me? Not working out so much these days. So I figured, who else could I get with that could give me a thrill and always seems to be around? Then it dawned on me, duh! The bat is ALWAYS there, and he'd be a lot of fun! But you got this annoying thing in the way, this stupid morality kick that makes me sick!" Harley said, emphasizing the last word with a slap.
"What does Riddler have to do with this?" Batman said, subtly testing his bonds to see if he could snap them.
"Oh, mister green and purple? He loaned me his little pets for this experiment. I'm gonna give you the overhaul Mister J gave me, and that'll make you crazy! Question mark boy just wants to make sure he ends up smarter than you, figures if he is involved it'll mean he was smart enough to take down the bat, blah blah blah, the boring stuff. Let's get to cracking that brain of yours!" Harley said.
"I'm not going to go insane Harley. It is never going to happen" Batman said. The bonds were too tight, he'd have to look for his opportunity.
"Silly little bat, I feel so sad for you. I don't have to make you insane, you're already there!" she said, hopping up onto the gurney, straddling him. "See, you may want to believe you've got it all together, that your noggin was scrambled up when you lost people, but it's okay, you can admit it here! You lost somebody, the kinda motivation you have for this stuff is way too much for you to be doing this for kicks" Harley said, leaning in. "You lose somebody, and oh boo hoo, you say 'I need to do something so this never happens again' and you start fighting crime" Harley said, moving her hip a bit, sending shivers of stimulation up Batman's spine.
"Simple psychology. You won't break me with parlor games" Batman said.
"Yeah, but I haven't even got to the good stuff yet. See you have a rule that you follow. One little rule, no killing. Really noble and makes sense when you deal with mob bosses and little crooks. But then there's people like Poison Ivy. People like Mister J. People like little ol' me" Harley said, rubbing around over his crotch. Much as he would fight it if he could, biology took it's course as stimulation led to erection. "Who even knows how many people the freaks in this nut house have killed, not because they turn a profit, but because they enjoy it. If we weren't psychos to boot, they'd give us all the chair in a heartbeat. But you, you won't do it. You're second little bird got killed by the Joker, came back from the dead, and now he puts down nuts like us permanent like, and you know what? We backed off. It's no fun when you could end up dead. Sure, you may put Mister J in a body cast every couple of months, but freaks like us always break out, kill a bunch or people, and you bring us back to the looney bin" She said, leaning in close and brushing her lips against his. "You tell yourself you can't cross that line because you won't stop, but you know better. That's a lie you tell yourself to justify what you're really doing: taking care of your toys" she said.
Batman was silent, his mind reeling a little. He was vaguely aware of a possibility that he had been drugged while he was out, but Harley's words were getting to him. Were all those deaths really his fault? Was he really just holding onto criminals as an excuse to keep doing what he was doing? Harley's antics on top of him weren't helping as her thighs slid along his.
"You could stop with just one and you know it. Heck, with the crap we pull, the police would give you a pass in a heartbeat. But you draw too much identity from us. What are you without your little crusade? A sad little rich boy with no way to fill your that empty hole. But you don't have to pretend to be sane, just get with us! Join the freaky side, and you can have fun with us. Take the toys out of the toy chest and stop pretending to put them away" she said.
Batman couldn't think straight. His mind was sluggish, his body was giving in to Harley's advances, and her words were digging into his mind, burrowing down to a vulnerable spot.
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