Chapter 4

You may have noticed the clear references to Arkham City. Yes, as you may have deduced, my dear Dark Knights, this takes place within the universe, but is non canon. Also excuse typos in the previous chapter. Damn autocorrect.

This chapter is rated M for a mature theme. Nothing graphic, but you've been warned.

Batman felt broken. It was the first time he'd ever felt this way. He couldn't move anything. He felt so numb, and all of a sudden he felt so tired. That was the most solid hit anyone had ever landed. Not even Bane or Croc could have landed such a hit. All because he'd been distracted. It was something he'd vow never to do again.

If he got out of this.

Harley continued on through the streets of the East End. This place had really gone downhill since she'd left. That was really saying something. This place had already been a shithole. She was sure she'd run into a couple of gangbangers soon. She turned a corner. Sure enough, a group of Two-Face's men were trolling around a corner. They turned around and saw her. They tapped each other on the shoulder and advanced towards her.

"Y'know, you're asking for trouble being around here," said one thug. "Especially dressed like that."

Harley realized she had neither her costume or makeup on. They wouldn't realize she was Harley Quinn. She saw that she was wearing her pajamas- a tube top and short running shorts. She did look pretty precocious.

They continued walking toward her. She knew their intentions. They wanted to rape her.

"I say we take her in that alley over there. Have some fun." The others nodded in agreement.

They lunged towards her, but Harley was ready. She flipped over the first thug and floored him. She delivered three quick punches to the face of the next thug. She then delivered a solid knee to the crotch and then an uppercut. She moved towards the next two and then felt a solid hit on the back of her head. She went down. Her last thought before blacking out was "how the hell did that happen?"

Ivy was starting to get worried now. She thought she'd have found Harley by now. She still didn't know what she was going to say. She turned a corner, and unfortunately ran right into Victor Zsasz. He staggered back for a second, then regained his composure and smiled at Ivy.

"Well, hello, pretty pretty."

"I don't have time for you, Zsasz. I'm looking for Harley. Now get of my way."

Ivy pushed past Victor. As she started walking, Victor grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"Not so fast, my pretty pretty."

"Get off me, you filthy bastard."

"Oh, Ivy said a bad word. She needs to be punished."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She pulled away from Zsasz and tried to move on. His demeanor changed and he became irate.

"Get back here!" He grabbed at her again, more violently this time. Ivy pulled away again and slapped him across the face. He staggered back and growled, a feral look on his face. Fire burned in his eyes now.

"I didn't break outta Arkham to be slapped around by a whore with a green thumb." He removed his knife from his pants and brandished it in her face.

"I've got a place for a tally mark just for you. Would you like to see where?"

"Not particularly."

He growled again and lunged at her with the knife.

Batman slowly started to regain consciousness, and feeling in his body. Unfortunately, he felt Ambromovici dragging him by his cape into the warehouse. He looked at his surroundings, trying to find a way out. It was no use. He couldn't focus on anything, and how would he escape when he couldn't even remember how to spell escape anymore?

Ambromovici threw him into a chair, and bound him with rope.

"Thank you, deary. I'll take it from here," said a voice.

"Well, well, well. Look who crawled out of the Batcave. It's the karate rodent! Ooh, what's the matter Bats? You don't look too well! Did it hurt when Ambromovici knocked you silly? Good! Hahahahaha!"

"Shut it, freak,"growled Batman.

"Oh, Batsy! That's no way to treat your host! I'll have to punish you for being a bad Bat!" There was a pause, then excruciating pain.

"Ahhhhhh! AAAAARRGGGGHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAAAAA!"

The Joker exploded into laughter.

"Ah ho ah hoo ah hee hee hee ho AHHHHHH HAHAHA heh heh heh."

He flipped the switch on the electric chair again, and the pain stopped. Batman gasped for breath, his ears ringing, his limbs number than ever before.

"Oh, Batsy. I'm going to kill you. But before I do that, I want you tell me where you get all those wonderful toys."

"Never. Kill me, I'll never tell you anything. You're a freak, Joker, and you always will be. No matter what happens or what you do, you're a freak and I'll always get you. One day, you'll slip up and you'll end up killing yourself. Because you're a freak and a nobody."

Batman hoped this would get Joker to shut up for a second and give Batman time to regain his senses and get the hell out of here. He was wrong. Joker began to laugh again.

"Frankly, you've not told me anything I don't know already! Most of my free time is spent in an asylum, thanks to you! And I respect your opinion, but frankly I can't handle rejection. I'm afraid you'll have to die! HAHAHAHAHA! LET'S CRANK IT UP, SHALL WE?"

The pain was unbearable now, and Batman feared he'd lost consciousness. Then he'd never wake up. He smelled something burning. Then he realized it. The ropes he'd been bound with were burning. Great, thought Batman. Now keep him talking so you can get up and get out.

Harley regained consciousness quickly. She was in the alley, bound with zip ties. The thugs were arguing about who'd "get to tap her first." She looked around with her eyes, not wanting to alert them. She wasn't sore or anything, her head didn't even hurt. But she wouldn't be able to fight with her limbs bound. She had to think of a plan, and fast.

One of the thugs realized she was awake and laughed.

"Your situation ain't looking all great, huh, dollface?"

He ignored the other thugs protesting and moved down towards her. He unzipped his pants.

"You ain't gonna enjoy this."

He was right. The pain was unbearable. This wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't consensual, and she was so afraid. He made it feel bad. He thrust inside her, pumping furiously, giving short grunts between each thrust. She tried not to react. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But she couldn't help it. She gave a moan, one of pain, not pleasure. This gave the thug more confidence. He thrust harder and faster, and Harley gave out. She moaned with each thrust, and started to cry. It felt so bad. She felt herself beginning to climax, despite the pain. The thug was getting close as well. The thug came, and she felt his fluids inside of her. She tried hard not to come, but to no avail. She shuddered and convulsed with the painful climax. She gasped for breath, and the thugs laughed.

"My turn," said another thug. Harley's eyes widened with fear. Someone save me, please. Batman, Ivy, anyone, please!

"N-n-no... please...no..."

The new thug laughed.

"That's right. Beg. Beg for daddy." He went down on her.

Ivy dispatched of Zsasz long ago, and now she felt something terrible inside of her. Something broke. Her plants told her where Harley was, and they sounded scared. She ran. She ran like she had never run before. She turned corners and vaulted obstacles. She turned into an alley, where she was met with a horrible sight.

"Hey, it's the plant bitch!" yelled a thug.

"Get her. Maybe we can have fun with her too."

Without even flinching, she made her plants crush the thugs within seconds. She saw a huddled dark shape in the back of the alley.

No...please, Gaia, no...

"R-Red?..."

Ivy gasped and moved towards Harley. She embraced her with all her might, and sat beside her.

"Harley...what did they do?"

"Please, Red. It was terrible... they...they..."

Ivy looked at the state of her clothes, in particular her lower half, and realized what they'd done.

"They..."continued Harley.

"Shhh. It's okay, Harley. I've got you."

Harley began to cry.

"I've got you."

I've got you.