When he comes back around, he's inside what looks like a large shipping container. His hands and ankles are zip tied together, his utility belt has been taken, his mouth is duct taped (and incredibly dry). His body, propped against the back wall of the container, throbs, as though he's been beaten while unconscious. His own blood has dried; the fabric of his suit has hardened, uncomfortably sticking to his shoulder blades. He struggles against his bonds to no avail, his chest tender as he breathes. He notices the door slightly ajar and shadows stirring outside. He tries to listen for voices but his ears are still ringing from the impact. He knows all too well that Harley is behind this.
As though reading his mind, in she strolls. Confident and grinning, spinning her large mallet in her hands. She ogles Batman the entire time, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Looks like the tables have turned, Bats."
She sniggers, stamping forcibly on one of his shins. He huffs the pain out of his nose and into the duct table, keeping eye contact with her.
"Hey, ya shouldn't have pissed off Mistah J. He saw you, ya know?" She winks at him, just like she had before. Her makeup is fresh again now, her hair is pulled tidily back into her usual bunches. She bites at her bottom lip.
"Have we got some fun in store for you... Boys!"
Two stocky men, dressed entirely in grey, come carrying a body sized sack between them. They heave it clumsily on the ground at Harley's feet and it squirms.
Selina...
"Thanks, boys." She waves them away with one hand and immediately turns to boot the wriggling potato sack again and again. Batman jolts forward in an attempt to stop her, only to trip flat over his clumsy, zip tied legs.
"Here's ya stupid Catlady." She pulls the bag off to reveal a bloody, bruised Catwoman. She's still wearing her cowl with the cat ears but one of the ears is torn short. Her eyeliner decorates her face in streams and her usual dark lipstick is near non-existent. Her suit is ripped and dirt covered, her green eyes plead with Batman from across the room.
She's tied up too and Harley pulls her by one arm to the right side of the container, kicking her once more before letting her exhausted body slump to the ground. Harley then returns to grab roughly at Batman's wrists, securing him to a pipe in the corner and restricting his movement even more.
"Mistah J will see you now!"
The Joker sweeps through the door like a whirlwind, ever the showman, laughing that evil laugh. The tail of his purple suit jacket trails in after him and the container door shuts with a slam. There are oil lamps strategically placed around on the floor, keeping the container light.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He cackles. Harley laughs along with him, she's become quieter now that he's in the room, immediately more subservient. Catwoman lies where she was left, shuffling against her ties. Her eyes meet with Batman's, flashing with complete terror.
"Your little kitty plaything has been all mine for over a week now. You have no idea how hard it's been to not try her for myself." The Joker's voice sings, echoing around the hollow metal box. His smile extends from ear to ear; his lips, as always, are stained red and his skin is ghostly white.
He leans down towards where Batman is tied and his voice becomes lower, more sinister.
"I saw what you did to my girl, Bats. What gives you the right?" He slams down polaroids in front of Batman. Batman glances at the photos, detailing exactly what had happened in that alleyway. He thought someone was watching them but had shrugged it off. Joker slides the images over to Catwoman instead.
"Look at what your precious Batman has been up to, Mr Moral Compass indeed!" He howls again and Harley giggles behind him with cries of "Good one Mistah J!" in that high pitched squeal of hers. Catwoman struggles against her ties once more, a single tear rolls down her cheek. Batman watches on helpless, the Joker pulls out a gun from his inner pocket and points it at Batman. Selina tries to shout something but the duct tape across her mouth muffles her voice completely.
"Harley, help the cat out will you?"
Harley Quinn bends down to prop Selina upright, with her back against the metal wall of the container. She rips the duct tape harshly off her lips, leaving a pink rectangle where it had been stuck.
"Please..." Selina begs, "Please don't kill him. This is nothing to do with Batman."
The Joker chuckles again, resting the back of one skeletal hand against his forehead with frustration.
"I'm not going to kill him, idiot. We're going to have some fun - isn't that right Harley?"
Harley nods gleefully and, without needing any prompt, she removes the white panties from under her pleated black and red skirt, passing them to her lover. The Joker holds them up in front of him, showing Batman the stains that still remained from Harley and Batman's earlier encounter.
"Messy business..." he smirks, flicking them at Batman where they land in a pile beside him. He tugs at his bonds, knocking desperately against the metal pole. It's so tight that he's losing all feeling in his fingers. He can't move at all. He doesn't take his eyes off Selina for a second.
"Harley? I hope you've saved a little present for our friend here? Seeing as how she loves her precious Batman so much?"
Harley skips in place and nods, beaming.
"This is my favourite part!" She croons. "Listen Catlady, you gotta do exactly what we say or Mistah J is gonna shoot your stupid Bat Brain here, ok?" Catwoman nods her head obediently, glancing over at Bruce in the corner. Harley towers over where she sits, she can almost see up her skirt.
The Joker closes in on Batman, holding the gun directly to his temple. Batman tugs again at his cuffs, which only tighten more. Sweat runs down from underneath his cowl and gathers around his lips. He needs to find a way out of this situation, and fast.
"Go ahead, Harley." The Joker urges.
Harley snatches Catwoman by the top of her cat-shaped cowl and tilts her head back, indicating she opens her mouth. She bends her knees and presses her bare pussy over Selina's mouth.
"Lick it then, like a kitty cat!" She shrieks, kicking lightly at Selina. Selina silently complies, flicking her tongue out to touch Harley's flower. The salty liquid from Harley's folds gathers on her tongue. She begins using the flat of it against Harley's swelling clit. The Joker watches on in awe, Batman in horror. Selina laps at Harley's flowing cunt while she throws her head back, grinding back against her. She groans joyfully, enjoying the warmth of Catwoman's tongue delving into her flesh with intent.
"You know what you're tastin', dontcha? That's Batbrain!" She sniggers, panting with pleasure. Selina's eyes are filled with tears, but she continues servicing Harley. Harley rubs herself along the whole length of Selina's face, before turning three sixty to face the Joker and Batman. Eyes fixed on them, she lifts her skirt so that they can both watch. Batman notices a growing lump inside the Joker's trousers. His heart sinks, he begins to feel sick to his stomach.
"Lick my asshole." Harley orders, spreading her cheeks before Selina's face. She prods her tongue at Harley's puckering hole, using the flat of her tongue to lick around her before stiffening it to a point to reach just within. She tastes the same salty liquid and can't help but to glimpse over at Bruce again. Harley squirms above her, rubbing lightly at her own clit with her hand as Selina slips her tongue inside her ring again and again.
"Keep going," she breathes, carnally. Harley's pleasure finally relaxes what's she's been holding onto for the last hour, and Bruce's now watery cum comes seeping out, all at once, onto Selina's tongue and chin.
"Don't you dare close your mouth!" Joker commands, rummaging in his trousers now for his erection. Catwoman opens her mouth wider allowing Batman's seed to leak out and slide straight down her gullet. Mixed with Harley, it's sour taste makes her gag audibly. The aftermath runs down her chin and onto her suit but she swallows the remainder down, compliantly.
"Please, you've had your fun now - so let him go!" She begs, her throat husky with cum. Harley presses her ass back against her, consuming her face and quietening her. The Joker stands up, leaving Batman alone in the corner and tucking the gun safely back into his inner suit pocket.
"Sadly Catwoman, we're nowhere near done with you yet!"