The room is black, not dark but black. The kind of complete darkness where Commissioner James Gordon wasn't certain if his eyes were open or not, it they felt like they were open but he couldn't see. He could smell though, the scent of sawdust and peanuts and the faint aroma of animal droppings. The darkness didn't block his ability to hear either, there were people probably in another room, walking and whispering but he couldn't recognize any of the voices. James could feel the ropes binding his wrists behind his back and the gag painfully stretching his jaw open. He could taste the rubber gag as well not that he wanted to. He had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there.
"Let me tell you a story Jimmy." James Gordon recognized the voice and it sent a shock of pure terror racing through him. Even if the circumstances were reversed and the psychotic clown was the one handcuffed in a dark room James would still be frightened. The infamous Clown Prince of Crime had that effect on most sane people. "I'm sure you'll like it! It's kinda like a create your own adventure!" Joker screeched. "I bet you want to know why you're here, well let me tell you why you're here."
A flood light came on pointed directly at the Commissioner partially blinding him. He could see the silhouette of the Joker walking towards him. Even the way the man walked was frightening, a cheery swaggering strut. When Joker leaned in close to James he wasn't smiling and his voice had dropped several octaves. "I want you to listen very carefully to me Jim. If you do exactly what I tell you, then you go home, I go home, we all go home. If you don't do what I tell you . . . well you don't want to find out what happens then. Do we have an agreement?" Joker paused for a second looking at Jim Gordon, then raised a brow and canted his head to the side. There was no way of knowing what was going through the clown's head as he stared at the Commissioner for several seconds. "Nod your head if we have an agreement."
One of the first things they teach cops in Gotham is that it's always safest to play along when a crazed psychopath takes you hostage. That goes double for the Joker whose special brand of insanity might have him using a pair of scissors to widen your smile; he also might show up at your poker party to do card tricks. There was no rhyme or reason to any of it but he could hope. Commissioner Gordon nodded his head.
"Good, good. I was afraid we were going to have to plan B. Well you might still need Plan B but that's for later." Joker chuckled slightly. "Harl turn on the lights!"
The room filled with light and it took James several moments of blinking before he could see. The clown was still standing next to him wearing his signature purple suit with the green shirt. "Well Jimmy boy do you like what you see? I did it all for you."
James slowly scanned the room; the first thing he spotted was the Joker's number one henchwoman, Harleen Quinzel better known as the chaotic clown girl Harlequin. Normally she wore a black and red costume that left terribly little to the imagination, whatever the occasion was Joker had dressed her differently for it. She was wearing a lacey red nightie and with black garters. Seeing that she was nearly nude brought Jim's attention to his own lack of clothing, the only thing he was wearing were his glasses. "I see you approve of Ms. Quinn's outfit." Joker commented flatly noticing the first twitches of an erection. "Would you like her to get you started?"
That was a trick question if ever there was one. What man didn't have fantasies about slender young blond contortionists? Even being a happily married man Jim was still a man, of course he wanted her. There was still the pressing matter of figuring out what exactly the Joker was playing at. It wasn't likely that Joker had kidnapped him so Harlequin could have sex with him. It wasn't impossible just very improbable. James nodded his head and the Joker smiled.
"Did you hear that Harley? The Commish would like you to get him started come on over!"
"Coming Mister J." She responded skipping over to the men her breasts bouncing with each move. "So what should I do to him?" Harley asked standing next to him and cocking her hips to one side.
"Whatever you want Harley. Make him happy but don't get him off. That's for later." Joker replied his voice becoming deadly serious at the end.
"Okay." Harley sank to her knees and wrapped her black painted lips around Gordon's hard cock. Seemingly without effort she slipped him completely into her throat grinding her nose against his belly. "He's kinda yummy." She commented coming up for a break of air. Her tongue snaked out from her lips to lash against James' scrotum occasionally pulling it into her mouth and suckling softly. Harley wrapped one hand around his shaft stroking it as she did occasionally moving up to slurp or lick at him again.
"I hope you're enjoying yourself Commissioner. I went through a lot of work to set this all up for you." Joker smiled leaning close. "If I'm not mistaken today is your birthday and I thought long and hard how I could thank you for being such a great upstanding guy." Joker stepped away from the chair James was tied to. "My first thought was a poison gas whoopee cushion lovingly slipped into your office. But then I thought what if someone else sat in your chair first? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt an innocent person!"
