After about twenty minutes a light on top of the Clowner turned green.
“Chickens done!” Harley cooed.
Harley went to open the door and found that Batman had freed himself from his restraints.
“EEP!” Harley squeaked as Batman leapt at her.
In Batman’s head a clear impulse was pounding, Subdue Harley, take her to Arkham. Two quick strikes and he had her arms behind her and her face planted on the surface of the table. Quickly and roughly he checked her for hidden weapons. In his head the he heard himself say, ‘Fuck her and take her back to Arkham!’ That couldn’t be right, could it? Batman took control of her arms with one hand and searched the table, on it was a bowie knife, Harley squirmed more when she felt the stretchy fabric of her catsuit’s crotch pull back exposing her sex.
“Whoah!” Harley squealed.
Batman started to undo the hiden catches of the cod piece for his suit. He had to fuck Harley and then take her back to Arkham. That still didn’t make sense, why fuck her and leave her there? Shouldn’t he fuck her and take her back to the batcave? That was it, he had to fuck her and take her back to his cave.
Wasn’t it?
“Stop!” Harley yelled.
Batman stopped, and it made his body tingle with pleasure.
“Back off creep!” Harley shouted.
Batman released Harley and while it pained him to distance himself from his mistress it made him rock hard to obey her. That was it! He had to fuck and obey Harley! That was his reason for living!
Harley got up and turned around, slapping Batman. He did nothing.
“What the hell got into you?” Harley screamed.
“Mistress I have to fuck you,” Batman said deadpan.
“What?” Harley asked.
“I have to fuck you Mistress.”
“Mistress?” Harley asked.
“Yes Mistress,” Batman said, “I have to fuck you and obey you, you are my Mistress.”
“Take off your mask,” Harley ordered.
Batman removed his mask. Harley looked at him, his skin was much more pale, but right now he still looked like Bruce Wayne. Harley went back to the table and grabbed some clown makeup. Returning to Brucie, she powdered his face and put lipstick on him, Yeah now he was looking like a Joker.
“Oh J-man!” Harley Swooned then a naughty smile crossed her mouth, “Strip out of that get up, do a naughty dance for Mistress Harley!”
“Yes Mistress,” Bruce obeyed.