"Hey! Hey!" Harley yelled. "Leave 'em alone! UGGHH!"
For some reason, she feels the need to end this sham, break out and rescue Batman. She struggled against her hand-cuffs
"Sit tight and I'll deal with you shortly, you naughty little thing," Selina said as she carefully placed a cigarette in her long elegant holder. "But first I need some time with my son."
The pampered, self-satisfied MILF lit her cigarette and then gently placed Bruce's unconscious head in her lap.
"Now, you listen to me, Brucie," she said. "Mommy knows best. Mommy is going to keep you safe. You're going to sign everything you own over to Mommy so that she can take care of everything and you're going to give up this silly crime-fighting. You could get hurt and Mommy won't let that happen to her pretty little thing."
She stroked Bruce's hair.
"Yes, Mommy will keep you pretty and safe and helpless in Mommy's power..."
* * *
"Well, home sweet home," Alfreda said as the three of them arrived at the mansion.
"Do we live here?" Bane-Girl asked, her eyes wide.
"Some of the time," Robin said.
"Okay! Do you think we have time to ... y'know...."
"You wanna make-out later?" Robin said.
Bane-Girl squealed. "Uh-huh!"
Alfreda smiled. Ah, young love.
* * *
Bane Gordon's huge sweaty body heaved as she relaxed after her intense masturbation session, enjoying the afterglow.
"Fuck, yeah," she muttered.
Then her phone beeped.
There was a Birds of Prey meeting.
Her heavy face broke into a grin. She did enjoy hanging out with those sexy dames.
Bane heaved herself to her feet.