Another long-ish chapter, in exciting news after this chapter the story picks up. ;) Warning however, this story is M for mature (Not for kiddos) it includes crude language, sexual content and/or sexual references. Thanks.

Chapter 2

Street lights strobe along the Batmobile as it zoomed by. Bruce Wayne, Batman gripped the stick shift tightly as he lurched it into third. His boot pressed sternly on the gas pedal. The tigress growled in response. The speed limit on the out skirts of Gotham was 35, his speedometer read 60. As Batman, he pushed limits, it aroused a deep part of him. A side that even his beloved butler hadn't seen.
But Natasha... oh… She had been one of the 'lucky' few to experience that part of him. He grinned under his mask. She may be sore… Best to call Erin next time…

"Master Bruce." Abruptly, Alfred's voice came from the vehicles navigation.

Bruce lifted his gaze from the road to the dash and pushed a button, "Go Alfred."

Suddenly the butler's face was projected on the screen, "Master Bruce, I've collected more information on Hans Aristov." Alfred replied shifting the papers in his hand, "Doctor Hans Aristov took the responsibility of Jokers personal physician 8 years ago. Only once did Quincy Sharp remove him from his patient, for one month."

"Why?" Bruce questioned, gazing intently at his destination. The institution was in sight, "What happened during that month?"

"As to why Sharp pulled him in the first place, I have not found anything on that matter. However… The two doctors assigned, quickly resigned. One was found in the nurse's office, on the floor, cradling doll in one hand and a large shard of glass in the other." Alfred briefly stopped to flip the page of his report, "The other committed suicide by jumping off the east corridor of the Institute."

Bruce's lips closed in a tight line, "Doesn't surprise me." He was angry. Joker, his archenemy, known for his contagious madness and sick, twisted mind games.
No doubt drove those innocent doctors to their wits end. He prayed on those who had inferior intelligence to his. Unfortunately, that included most of Gotham and what seems like all the doctors of Arkham. All he needed to do was make a suggestion of a 'way out' of the game. HIS game.

It sickened him, "I will be stopping by to speak with both Sharp and Joker." He said with a cold tone.

"Yes sir. Sharp is there this evening. Should you have further inquisitions"
"Thank you Alfred. I'll be home shortly, this won't take long."

Alfred nodded and the transmission ended.

Meanwhile…

"That wretched cunt!" Quincy Sharp shrieked, tossing his brandy glass at the wall. His assistant stood shaking in fear in the doorway to his office.

"Amanda!"

She winced at the sound of her name, "M-mister S-sharp?"

"Get my fuckin' lawyer on the phone!" He turned toward her, face red, his brows drawn and mouth snared, "Get him on the phone and in my office tomorrow morning. As soon as the fuckin' sun rises!"

The assistant jumped at his tone, the way he emphasized his profanities, "Yes s-sir."
She stood uncomfortably awaiting further instruction. She starred nervously down at the broken shards and stain that his high priced brandy had become. She immediately regretted delivering that particular envelope.

What was inside of it? She questioned,What could have justified this type of rage?

"Don't just stand there like a bloody idiot! Get something to clean that up." He growled.

Quickly she scrambled out of the office, flustered. She came back moments later with a damp paper towel, a roll of paper towels and a trash bin.

Sharp's eyes never leaving her figure, still infuriated. His fists clenched in balls at his waist, near drawing blood. He could feel a vein protruding from his forehead. He watched his assistant daintily knell down and start picking up the glass with her bare hands.

"And don't be getting blood on this carpet."

His assistant, Amanda had not been hired for her brains for sure. He often conversed amongst his guards about what else he could have her do. She was a delicious looking young woman. Her vibrant blonde hair pulled back in a neat pony tail. A deep shade of pink on her cheeks, nervous.
Teeth often clutching her rosy bottom lip.
Sharp felt his pulse slow, eyes glinting as they continued to scan her form. Her neck line delve deep into her chest where her two greatest assets sat. Her bosom was held squeezed in a blouse one size too small. His gaze trailed down to her petite waist. A fitted black, above the knee pencil skirt shaped her long bombshell legs. He caught his breath, and pulled on the collar of his grey pin-striped suit.

The rage from his unwelcomed delivery had subsided momentarily as his assist did the unthinkable.
After peeling the pieces of glass from the floor, into the bin, she dropped her other leg and was on her hands and knees; scrubbing a paper towel deep into the carpet.
His lips formed a small 'O' as he watched her buttocks wriggle. A low groan escaped his throat.

Amanda shifted uncomfortably, now fully aware of the pair of lecherous eyes behind her. Scared and embarrassed tears hid behind her lashes. She kept her head down to prevent her boss seeing her tortured face.

Please someone interrupt his attentionShe prayed.

Suddenly, answering her prayers, a guard's voice rang out beyond the door, interrupting their awkward silence.
"Hey- Wait- You can't be here!"

Sharp's eyes were torn from his employee to the door as a tall dark figure erupted through the door. Quincy Sharp's fists clenched once more.

"Batman? What do I owe this privileged, unannounced visit?"