Yes I have been playing Gotham Knights, how could you tell?

Within the confines of an abandoned warehouse, Nightwing, Gotham's vigilant protector, found himself at the mercy of the notorious Harley Quinn.

Harley, a vision of seductive chaos, was dressed in a form-fitting ensemble of black pants and a white top, with a matching white jacket. Her blonde hair was tied back in two short, perky pigtails, and she wore thin, round glasses that added an air of intellectual mischief to her appearance. The pièce de résistance, however, was her gloves - one red, one black, a perfect symbol of her dual nature.

Nightwing, his muscles straining against the ropes that bound him, could only watch as Harley circled him, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Call me Dr. Q, Nightwing," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

He couldn't help but smile as he answered, "whatever you say, Doc." She grinned, pleased. The teasing began with a soft pat on his cheek. Then she slowly dragged her nails down his jaw like claws. He groaned slightly. Then his eyes widened as she cupped his crotch. "Feels healthy," she winked.

She took great pleasure rubbing and scratching the soft flesh of his firm buttocks. He jumped as she spanked him. The blonde laughed. Then she spanked him again. Nightwing felt his ass-cheeks reddening with each harsh blow from his captor.

Harley was relentless, her touches a mix of pain and pleasure that left him panting and desperate for release. Then she started to stroke his bulging erection, teasing it between her fingertips and nails. He breathed out as she knelt down in front of him and started to tug off his belt.

Once she'd freed his cock, Harley took great pleasure in slowly swirling the tip with her cock. He gasped as she took the head between her lips and sucked hard. She pumped the shaft roughly with her slender fingers while her thin wet lips pleasured him. With a smack, she pulled her lips from his cock, looking up at him with wide eyes and licking her lips.

She stood up, straightening her glasses and jacket. "Well I think that's will do me for today," she grinned. He groaned, his cock twitching desperately. "I'm sure you'll keep a few hours," she patted his cheek. "Harley…" he warned with a growl. Harley shrugged, turning to leave and giving him a good view of her ass as she did.

With a burst of strength, he broke free from his restraints, sending Harley stumbling back in surprise. Before she could react, he was on her, pinning her to the cold, hard floor.

The roles were reversed now. Nightwing, his eyes dark with desire, roughly stripped Harley of her clothes, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath him. He yanked her jacket from her shoulders, and tore the thin white top off her chest. Her bra burst apart at his tugging and she whimpered as he groped her heaving breasts.

Then he rolled her over, spanking her ass, before tearing her tight black pants apart. She tried to protest her but he clamped one hand to her mouth to silence her as his other hand dragged her knickers down. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, feel her heart racing in time with his own.

He took her from behind, his thrusts powerful and unyielding. Harley gasped, her body arching in pleasure. Nightwing's hands found their way to her throat, his grip firm but not tight enough to cause real harm. It was a game of power, a dance of dominance and submission that left them both breathless.

As he fucked her, he slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the warehouse. Harley moaned, her body trembling with each impact. Nightwing could feel her getting wetter, her pussy gripping his dick in a way that made him groan.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of lust and desire that was as beautiful as it was primal. Nightwing could feel himself getting closer to the edge, could see Harley on the brink of her own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his dick pulsing inside her as she screamed out her own orgasm. They collapsed onto the floor, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

As they lay there, Nightwing leaned in, his lips brushing against Harley's ear. "Next time, Dr. Q," he whispered, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "Next time, you call me master."

And with that, he got up, leaving a panting, satisfied Harley behind. It was a promise of future encounters, of more games of power and passion. And it was a promise that both Nightwing and Harley Quinn eagerly awaited.