]Dick woke up with a start. He tried to sit up, realising he was in a bed that was not his, but his wrists were tied with thick tape, as were his ankles. He still had his mask on, and his costume, which he was thankful for. The door opened to his left and he strained, pulling against the white cloth that bound him as Harley Quinn strolled through.

"Oh hey, you're awake. I thought I'd hit you too hard." She smiled at him, with a grin that looked like she was baring her teeth at him. "You know, carrying you all the way here, well, I didn't carry you, Larry and Jim did, but I was there. Anyways, getting you here is very sweaty work, young man. You weigh quite a bit, and you're very muscular." Harley wore a short dress, red and black on either side and adorned with a spatter of mismatched diamond patches. The dress barely reached her thighs, and accentuated her breasts, hugging her figure. She had put her hair in two tiny blonde buns, which held her hair in a way that made the ragged ends poke out at strange angles.

"When Batman finds you, he'll-" Dick stopped, noticing that Harley didn't care much for his righteous going-on, turning her nose away from her armpits before pulling off the dress. Dick's eyes were drawn automatically to her body. She might be mad as a hatter, but she had the looks to make up for it. Her skin was pale, almost a stark white. She was slim, with a flat stomach and toned legs. He admired the curves of her breasts and the mound of her panties, eyes fixed on her ass as she turned around. Harley opened the wardrobe and bent over slowly, obviously teasing him as the rifled through a pile of garments. She grabbed a jumpsuit, facing him as she pulled herself into it. "What do I call you, anyway?"

"Nightwing." Dick attempted to keep his face stony, pushing the attraction from his mind as he glowered at her.

"I'll call you Birdy. How's that sound?"

He didn't say anything, continuing his stare.

"Fine then, don't talk to me. I'll just leave you here. Do you want anything to drink?"

"I'm not taking anything from you." Dick snarled.

"You know, Birdy, the tough guy act doesn't work on me." She gripped him by the chin, turning his head to face her cold stare. "I've had worse than you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, so calm down, little boy." Then she smiled a simperingly sweet smile.

Dick calmed down, his glare softening. "What do you have?"

"I'll get you a drink, Birdy. Something to pep you up." And she skipped out of the room to somewhere else. A thought crossed Dick's mind. What if he was stuck here? What if he was trapped? He knew he could slip his hand past the tape if he shifted it up his wrist. It took an age, constantly wiggling his fingers and straining his wrist to push it further and further up. He was so close. He was nearly there-

Then Harleen opened the door and grabbed him, sliding his arm further up the bind, knotting it doubly to secure him. "Birdy, Birdy, Birdy." She shook her head. "I can't let you escape yet. I haven't even had fun with you." She bent down, grabbing a cloth from under the bed and gagging him. "That's better. No more escaping for you, Birdy." Dick could do nothing but cry muffled remarks beneath his gag. He strained against his bonds and screamed foul words, waiting impatiently for Harley's return. As much as he could steel himself, he knew he might not make it out of this house intact. He'd already assumed torture of some sort but was thankful the Joker wasn't a force in Harley's life anymore, as he dreaded the sight of the maniacal clown and his influence on her. Harley left again, kicking the door open on her return with a glass of water in her hand. "I bet you think I'm trying to poison you. I'll show you I'm not." She took a thick gulp of liquid from the cup, swallowing it and waving her tongue at the mildly surprised man. "Your turn."

She pulled the gag down his neck, pinching his nose and pouring the bitter water down his throat. He tried to spit, but his tongue and throat were too dry to let him, and he drooled in the attempt.

"What have you given me?" He snarled, anger rising in his throat.

"Nothing, Birdy. Just something to pep you up, as I said before." She smiled wickedly and winked at him, which stirred a rush of blood.

"You certainly look pepped." Her gaze moved slowly down to his hips, where he realised he was hard, his cock bulging against the fabric of his costume. "Is it true you were Robin? The one with the short shorts. You must have been freezing your balls off the whole time." She smirked, "But it seems like the cold doesn't bother you." She sidled close to him, hand drifting across the bed, inches from his body. She knelt, looking into his eyes with a manic lust. As she drifted closer, her hand spidering over his chest, a slender thumb touched his neck for the briefest of moments, making him shudder. And when she touched her lips to his jugular, he froze, trying not to think about the beautiful woman who was teasing him. But she was there, grinning gleefully as she played.

She stopped her fun and looked at him with a forlorn expression. "Are you sure you don't want to play with me?"

"I didn't say that," Dick acquiesced. "You kidnapped me and tied me up. I'm not really in the mood."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Harleen got off the bed and walked to the foot of the bed. "I'll give you your legs back. Then will you have fun?"

Dick allowed himself to smile at this rare opportunity. An opportunity to fuck the hottest villain in Gotham, and also an opportunity to escape, if he played his cards just right. "Sure."

She slipped the binds off his feet and grabbed his legs, thumbs pressing hard against the underside of his knees to stop him from kicking her. From there, she slipped her hands under his thighs, then beneath his ass, gripping it briefly before reaching up and yanking his trousers down. His cock sprang upwards, tall and pale and thickly veined. Dick grinned as she admired it, before her big blue eyes locked with his in an almost predatory gaze. She started by touching her tongue to the soft flesh of the head, and she bit her lip as it bulged madly, before running her tongue up his length, feeling his cock twitch instinctively. She did it again, more slowly, and he seemed to get harder as she rolled upwards. He seemed ready. Her head dipped and her eyes fixed on him, even as she pushed her lips around his cock and pushed her mouth down his length, making him shudder, eyes closing as she sucked on him messily. Her expertise in this field turned him speechless, and he rolled his head back with ecstasy, mind fixed wholly on her lips and tongue. He tried to keep his lips pursed, to hold at least some part of himself away from her, but he failed at even that, his mouth forced open and hot breaths escaping into the room.

"So you like that, little bird?" She sucked her cheeks in and the pressure around his cock increased twofold, making his eyes widen and fix on her face and her lithe body.

"Keep going," were all the words that Dick could muster, his head swimming with pleasure. She obliged him, slowly stroking his thigh as her mouth worked its magic. Harleen hadn't thought it would be this easy to crack the hardened boy detective, but she understood it made sense. How could he resist her? She knew he would escape, but that didn't matter, they would have their fun first. When he was hardened and ready, she stepped away, teasing him as her hips swayed slowly, pulling at the fabric of the jumpsuit and unzipping it, revealing her breasts and her panties, which she knew would already have him practically foaming at the mouth. But she wanted some pleasure for herself, as it had been a while, and she carried on, turning around and undoing each and every hook on the bra before letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were round and pert, tiny dots for nipples adorning the crest of her white hills.

"Do you want more, little bird?"

"Yeah." His enthusiasm for her was unabashed, raw and wanton.

"Then let me make myself comfortable." Her panties were off, flung onto the bed, and she followed, moving over his body, feeling his cock, hot against her leg while she lay on his chest. She intertwined her fingers with his, and they kissed, with him moving his tongue into her mouth, pushing upwards and following her as she moved away. "You're very eager."

"You too." He smiled softly at her beneath the dark mask. She grabbed his cock roughly as she moved back, positioning herself for him to slip inside her. Two sets of eyes closed, two sets of lips locked, and then she rocked back and forth, pulling at his clothes, unzipping his jacket and holding the bunches of cloth in each fist as she rode him harder, gasping as his fullness entered her time after time, becoming more ragged as her smile widened. She kissed him again, quick and lustful, and he wanted to hold her, straining against his binds. But she would not allow him to do so, bringing her hand close to his pale forearm, but snatching it away, bringing it down to her pussy and playing with her clit as she bobbed up and down on his hard shaft. He was breathing quickly, craning his neck forward to kiss her cheek and neck and getting ever so close to her chest, but she moved away, sitting almost upright on him while her hips moved in a slow but sensual rhythm, her breaths becoming more ragged all the while.

She went to touch his mask, but a breathless "No," stopped her attempt. She continued to ride Dick, laying atop his chest and running her thumbs up his jawline, a small act that made him shudder before she planted her lips on his, more softly, and they immersed themselves in each other in a way Dick hadn't done with anyone since his breakup with Barbara. He had ached for something ever since then, and he had found a twisted version of it here, being tied to a bed with a homicidal lunatic. Harley pulled herself off him, and his cock was hard and slick, something which made him smile as she reached beneath the bed, looking for something. His smile was quickly wiped as she produced a thin sliver kitchen knife, which glinted softly, reflecting the light above them.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Take a guess," she grinned cheekily.

He looked at her, a tinge of nervousness behind his eyes. "Are you going to free me?" He spoke hopefully, a cold dread flowing over him at the thought of his guess being incorrect.

"Correct!" She leaned over him and cut his bonds, the thick tape sticking to the hairs on his arms as he pulled it away with an annoyed grimace. "You can go if you like, but I'd want to keep you here a little longer, little bird."

"Tell me first, then I'll decide," Dick spoke with what he believed to be an authoritative tone, but he doubted even his best try could convince her to do anything she wasn't already about to do.

"Eat me." She said it as normally as someone says anything, as if he would understand.

"What?"

"Eat me out."

"That's it?" Dick looked at her incredulously.

"Pinky promise," she replied.

Dick sighed, thinking that Batman would be scouring the back alleys of Gotham as they spoke, so he would find his way back even if he stayed. "Let's do it, Harley."

"Yay!" Harley squealed and jumped on top of him again, spinning around and backing up so her pussy hovered over his face, kneeling with his head between her legs. She leaned forwards, giving his nose freedom, and giving his mouth access to her pussy. Dick pressed himself against her hungrily, tongue lapping at her folds and then sliding past them, tasting the slightly sour taste of her. He felt her softly moving back and forth, grinding on his face the same way she had done on his cock, hearing happy little gasps to show she was happy with his work. He stopped as she wrapped two hands around his cock, moving swiftly and pumping hard, his soft groans of pleasure reverberating through her hips, increasing her own sensation. She added her tongue to the already pleasurable display, sucking on his head, which made his cock bulge and pulse against her fingers. He had to stop, laying there with her pussy sitting against his half-open lips, his eyes fluttering open and closed as the orgasm built and crashed in mere seconds, forcing him to gasp hotly, as thick white strings of cum flew upwards, peppering Harley's face and chest. He felt the energy leave him, and he couldn't even think, with the strength of the orgasm flowing through his body. But Harley pushed ahead, licking the cum from her face before she began to rub herself against his face over and over, feeling the twinge of sensation that blossomed until she came again, panting and laying on top of him before she rolled over, half-dazed with pleasure.

They were interrupted as the door crashed open, a beast of a man kicking it almost off the hinges. He looked around the corner, and Dick paled as the Batman gave him a look of dismay beneath his dark cowl, the hard facade dropping almost immediately.

"Again, Nightwing?"

"Sorry." He couldn't help but smile as Harley rolled off him, then off the bed, grabbing the knife she had slid beneath it. "Right, Bats, I ain't done nothing to this boy he didn't want doing. Well, apart from the kidnapping and tying him up bit, but that's not a crime."

"Yes, it is."

"Yes, it is", she agreed. "You can have him back if you'd like."

Batman looked tiredly at Dick, then back at her. "Keep him if you want. He's not coming back with me tonight." And with that, he stormed away, each heavy step echoing through the house.

"Well," Harleen said. "Do you want to stay?"

"If we do this again tomorrow, I'll stay all week." Nightwing kissed her cheek, his hand softly tracing the curve of her plump ass as Harley slid next to him, nestling closer.