"Please, Puddin'? Just a peak?" A woman's voice pleaded.

"That's not how the game works. Besides, that is his face. The skin beneath is not his face." Replied a more familiar male voice.

"Oh fine. Stupid camera don't work anyways." The sound of plastic hitting the wall echoed in the room followed by the sound of several pieces hitting the ground. Someone approached. "Hey Batsy! Time to wake up!" Something solid slapped across his face. In addition to the sudden pain in his face, he awoke with the feeling of having drank a bottle of Scotch with a Tequila chaser the night before. He groaned and opened his eyes. The feel of cool air against his skin signaled he was stripped of everything but his mask and boxers.

"I gotta say, Batty, you've got a tailor to die for! Not so hot on the design, but where does he get his material from? Do you have any idea how long it took to get you out of that outfit? Poor Stacy was so enthralled by your statuesque form that as soon as we got you out of it, well, you may want to get yourself checked out. I don't know what kind of men she's been with."

There was laughter from behind him. A cue that the statement could or could not be true. Harley walked over and sat in his lap. "Like the place, B-Man? We've redecorated since ya was last here." A few things were scattered around. A folding table, which looked like it would crumble, a few chairs, all of which improvised, and a ratty old mattress. Batman, unflinchingly, became aware of two things. One, His leg was sensitive enough to shape out the contours of her skin on his. Secondly, he may have finally been caught and could be in serious trouble. Harley's cleavage was a major distraction at this point. "You'd have thought I'd done something wrong today. You just come swoopin' down, stalkin' me. A girl can't get somethin' ta eat? I was just tryin' ta feed my family, Bats. Is that such a crime?"

"You're a wanted criminal, Quinn. Several warrants are out for your arrest. You're status is to apprehend on sight."

"Well, looks like the tables have turned, haven't they?" She giggled. "Secretary! Cancel all of Bat's meetings. He'll be tied up." She noticed his eyes drift a little low. She grinned. "I knew the while you were saying 'no' last night, you really meant 'yes'. Give into temptation, Bats. Live a little." She drew little circles on his chest.

He shook his head. "Batman never compromises. Must be above lust and other traps set for men. Must be untouchable, unbreakable." The bat was talking, but not the man.

"But there is a man beneath this mask, or at least some memory of one. And it's hard to believe your 'Batman this' and 'Batman that' speal when you're showing, oh so, obvious interest." She shook her head and laughed.

"Forgive me if it stinks of a trap." He pointedly looked at the spectators.

"Oh, don't mind us, Bats." Joker piped up. "If you want her, take her. Wouldn't sour what we have. Hell, consider it a token of how well you've played the game to date."

"Besides, we already got you. What's the point of a trap now? And who's gonna believe -us-, even if we told, if you gave into primal urges."

"Is that what this is about? To get you're sexual fix?"

"Now now, Bats. Harley has much bigger addictions than sex. She's been begging to test some of her new toys on you. You have -me- to thank for you not missing any limbs at the moment." Joker laughed and Harley smirked.

"So how 'bout it, B-man? How about a little fun while you're here?"

"Go to Hell, Quinn."

She frowned and stood up. "Fine then. I was offering you some pleasure in you're life." She looked over at Joker questioningly. He nodded. "All you're gonna get now is pain. Have fun kids!" She took her place at Joker's side as the kids took to beating Batman senseless. Watching crimson water dribble down his arm, Harley walked over with a small vial and a cloth. The kids stopped as she approached sometime into the torture. She catches some of the blood and tosses the tower into his lap. "Someone clean him up. Should we reintroduce him into the wild or hold him in captivity?"

Joker thought it over as Batman was being cleaned off. "We should release him, I think. He's not ready to stay."

"Handle this." She dirrected to Billy and Jill. "Untie him, send him off, and get everyone home to eat. Food's getting cold." She raised her voice so the others could hear her. "And if anyone feeds those two, you won't be eating for a week." She turned back to Joker. "Let's go. I'm in the mood fer Puddin'." She slipped her hand inside his jacket and vest to rub his chest.

As Billy and Jill stepped over to release the Bat, Joker threw an old coat and boots over to Batman. "Cover up, you look like a crazy person." He laughed, wrapped an arm around Harley's waist and walked them out. When they arrived in the office, Harley put the vial of liquid ruby away among her stuff. Everyone always wanted to know, and soon she would. She made a quick call, told them person to expect a delivery and what she expected back. When the group returned, she sent off Jill with the small package. Once she was gone, Joker turned to Harley.

"So, you gonna beat me senseless too, or just tie be down." His expression was very telling of what he was referring to.

She swung her arms around him. "Nah, Puddin'. Ya get full access."

"I knew there was something in that look you gave me before you left me up here with a problem."

She grins. "Well now that business is over, how about some pleasure?"

"You know you don't even have to ask. What do you want to do to me the most?"

"I haven't gotten that far yet. Was gonna make it up as I went along. But I'm sure there's plenty of ideas in that head of yours." She sticks her hands through his hair.

He grinned and made a deep noise in his throat that was half chuckle half growl as he picked her up and slammed her against the wall. She braced herself as they moved for the hit, then opened her eyes and grinned. Giving a little hop, she wrapped her legs around him.

Some time later, the two slumped onto the couch. Joker with his legs hanging over the arm and head in Harley's lap. She was, surprisingly, effortlessly was running her hand through his hair. She was starting to glow as Billy knocked on the door. "Come on in, Suga." She gave a light playful tug at J's hair and continued to thread.

"Uh, hey, we were all wondering if we could renovate the place. We'd handle everything, naturally, and if you guys have input, we'd love to know. But mostly we don't wanna fuck up any plans already in place."

"Just don't compromise the security of the place. We need the warehouse to stay a decoy."

"We just wanna make the place more comfortable." With that he walked out.

"Be interestin' ta see what they do with the place."

"Indeed. But if it winds up more trouble than it's worth, I say we scratch it and start anew."

"So I was thinkin', Puddin'. Maybe it'd be a good idea to have an internal hacker. To join the kids. Someone not so easily manipulated." She smirks. She enjoyed visiting 'Corvette', but knowing he could be swayed as such worried her.

"Got someone in mind? Or this just you asking me to keep an eye out for a promising recruit."

"Just a thought."
"I'll keep an eye out. Let's see what opportunities present themselves."