Joker sat on his throne on mannequins and contemplated his next move. That damn Batgirl had just beaten Scarecrow for the second time, what the hell is it going to take to knock her down?! She was messing his plans up constantly, knocking out his men left, right and centre. Maybe if he could at least see her face, he might forgive her, if she was attractive. But she kept that stupid face part on; he had only ever been able to see her hair and mouth. But her figure was lovely, for a rodent.

Harley watched Joker think, his neck muscles moving adorably as he moved his plan to himself. Her Mister J was so smart, he would get that stupid Bat, maybe even finally get over his obsession with her. She wasn't that worried, she was the only one for him, but it never hurts to make sure.

"Pudding, whatcha thinkin' 'bout so carefully there? Gonna crush the bat in a nasty way?"

Joker started as he awoke from his daydream, finding Harley's face inches from his. She was bent over in that annoying way of hers, giving him as much cleavage view as she possibly could. He could have her whenever he wanted, but why was the Batgirl so distracting. A voice came over the PA system:

"Batgirl in Arkyum West outnumbered considerably, failure a possibility."

Finally, Joker thought, jumping from his seat and practically leaping to the bottom of the mannequin pile, barely brushing Harley as he went. He would get her; he was already planning what funny jokes he would say to her. She never laughed, but maybe one day.

Batgirl had knocked out all six of the men sent to kill her, but as Joker approached, she prepared to fight again. She was clearly dead on her feet, well, it was nearly midnight and she had been at Arkyum for hours fighting. Her legs were shaking and her bare arms glistened with sweat. Joker had never seen anything so lovely. Her suit was torn in several places, just on the thigh, a slash of leather gone from below her collarbone. She stepped forward to punch as the Joker came forward, but her tired feet failed her, tripping her up and practically face planting her at Joker's feet. He knelt beside her, prepared to finish her off.

"Awww look at the little biddy bat, all ready for nap time." He pressed his hand onto her face, turning her cheek into the ground. But her green eyes fluttered, her breath becoming more laboured as she fought to stay awake, this was no fun. He would make it better, have a better time. What good is the good guy when they can't fight back? He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to an empty cell, warning that if anyone disturbed them, he would kill them. Painfully.

He removed his tie and cut it into two, trying her arms on the bed posts. He found rope outside and did the same to her legs, only apart. The leather on her legs was ripped to shreds, so with his pen knife he cut them off, giving her a swimsuit style suit. Nice legs they were too, muscled and tanned. He removed her cape too, the useless thing. He placed it on the side; he might have use of that later.

Batgirl awoke shortly after, her eyes slowly lifting then flying open to lock on the Joker, who was sitting calmly beside her. Her gaze spun around the room, taking in her ties wrists and her naked legs. Joker leaned forward and she flinched. She was terrified of him, Joker realised. He rather liked that.

"This won't last Joker. You're easily stopped, I will get out!"

He grinned menacingly at her unease and brave words. This was new. He was in control; he had never had this before.

"Ahh Bats, so glad you're awake, I was just thinking of all the ways to kill you."

Her cheeks flushed angrily, a beautiful red colour on her tanned cheeks. He placed his hand on her face and stroked the blushing cheek, watching her eyes follow his movements. He stood up and straddled her on the bad, her breath quickened and he savoured the fear pouring off her. He would remove the mask, but somehow leaving it on seemed more fun.

"My dear little bat, you have no idea the plans I have for you."

He laughed softly as she struggled between his legs. The ropes were tight and her suit was falling apart with her movements. His fingers stroked down her side and moved to the newly made swimsuit style pants. Batgirl had frozen, her legs and arms locked in panic as she stared up and down in horror, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. In one movement, he pushed the material aside and shoved one finger in her.

At first she gasped in panic, her hips rocking back and forth in a vain attempt to move it. He timed his thrusts with her movements. Joker continued to grin as he focused on her facial expression, watching her struggle with the façade of steely determination. But she loved it, he could tell, her mouth was slightly open and her breath was coming out in small pants which suddenly turned into small mewling noises. Her hips rose slightly, he had dreamed of his for so long. She tried to stop her movements, and he stopped his at the same time. She looked at him, shocked by her behaviour and reaction to his touch.

"Been a while, has it Bats? You act like you don't but you want me to continue, don't you? You want more than the one finger, right?"

She shook her head defiantly, words failing her. He smiled knowingly and pulled the finger out, feeling her body protest unconsciously. Her eyes looked furious with him, but her cheeks kept that glorious blush. He had caused that, he was proud of that redness.

"Relax, I'm just getting started. Heehee my plans were originally very different, my little vigilante. But somehow, this seems like more…fun!"

With that final word, he thrust three fingers inside her. Batgirl's air come out in one hissing breath of shock and her eyes rolled back against her will in ecstasy. Her back ached against the ropes and she could hear Joker laughing along with every gasp that escaped her. He grinned down at her, his movements never stopping.

"Come on, Bats! Is this really turning you on? Are you getting off with my touch, I thought you had better taste. But you love it! You're getting your kicks from this and you never thought you could. Maybe I should do a little more?"

At this point, Batgirl was moaning uncontrollably, catching brief snippets of his words. Her head nodded on its own accord when she heard "more", and while her mind rebelled at the thought, her body was betraying her. He laughed at the nod, removing his fingers. She was not done, but still exhausted.

"Maybe I should let you rest a bit, or suffer. Maybe for a lot longer? You want me, you've always wanted me. It's not a secret, everyone knows. We always want what we can't have. I want Gothem, and you…well, you seem to want to bang your arch enemy. Aren't we two peas in a pod? Or maybe three fingers in you!"

Again he pushed them into her. It took nothing else for her to explode around them, her cries loud and strong, and he laughed with her. Her eyes had closed but now she opened them, staring into his face and feeling the blush settle on her cheeks once more. Damn him! She closed them to hide her shame and turned her head, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Aww are you tired now? Does the little batty watty need a rest? You would, wouldn't you? You just had the time of your life, didn't you? Well?! Didn't you?

The old Joker was back, his voice trembling with rage. He wanted the truth, lies would get her nowhere. She nodded, he was right. She had had no boyfriends in three years, Batgirl was a role she had to keep, and it was too much hiding it from loved ones. Joker looked pleased at her admission; he rose off her and started to leave the room. He had Batgirl right where he wanted her, and had many more plans to complete. He threw his parting comment to her as he left, giving her some amount of safe feelings.

"Relax, love, if you weren't enjoying it so much, I would have stopped. May be a mass murderer, and a good one at that, but rape just seems far too messy."