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!"
James knew that what the clown was saying might be important. His life might very well hang on being able to remember something that was being said right now but it was increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the nude blonde expertly sucking his cock. The painted woman was took his entire length without effort swirling her tongue over his smooth flesh. Everything that Harley was doing with her mouth made it nearly impossible to focus on anything coming out of the Joker's mouth.
"Harl. Slow down a bit I don't want him to miss out on his gift. Do you?" Joker said turning slowly. In a wild moment James realized that Joker was aroused by the situation his purple slacks forming a tent as he walked. The clown's eyes moved to meet Gordon's then eased down to his situation. "No no. It's a gun in my pocket." To prove his claim Joker reached into his pants and produced a long nosed revolver and pointed it straight at Gordon's head but the tent in his pants remained. "Oopsie. Guess I am happy to see you." Joker giggled, then laughed, then howled each growing a little louder until it seemed certain he'd bust a blood vessel if he kept it up then he stopped suddenly. "Really Jimmy boy I think we should get to the main event. The reason why you're here."
He pulled a remote with a big red button it out of his trousers and pushed a button. Another spot light appeared this time illuminating a woman's body but she was too far away to recognize other than she wore a mask. Another push of the button she was lowered down between Joker and Commissioner James Gordon and at that distance she was unmistakable. "This is the one you were looking at wasn't it Jimmy? I mean you're not. . .into Batman are you?" The Joker grinned. "If you are I'll take this one out back and shoot it and get you another one."
Batgirl's green eyes widened as Joker threatened to shoot her. James didn't notice the look on her face it was to far from her more alluring assets. Joker had taken his time modifying her costume. The tights had been made into chaps; the entire crotch area removed revealing a patch of red curls directly over her smooth shaven slit. Holes were also cut for her breasts just beneath the obscenely stretched yellow Bat symbol on her chest. The mask remained in place keeping her identity secret.
That was one of the things that James had never understood about the psychopaths of Gotham City. Every one of them had had Batman, Robin or Batgirl at their mercy before but never did they peak beneath the mask to find out who they were. The secret identities were sacred in some way that he didn't fully understand but the villains, men and women who raped, killed and maimed for entertainment respected that fact. James Gordon didn't want to know the real people. He had his suspicions on who the Dark Knight and Boy Wonder were but no idea who the woman was with her wrists tied over her head hanging there like a piece of meat for him to observe.
"You know I already explained this to Batgirl but I think you should hear this too Jimmy. Batgirl here has the hots for you. You make her all buttery in her nethers but she doesn't have the balls. . .err ovaries to say anything to you so I've set this all up because I know you feel the same way about her." Joker walked around behind Batgirl hefting on of her breasts to his tongue and lashing his tongue over the bared flesh. Batgirl was doing her best to fight her body but it wasn't working. As soon as the Joker started suckling on her nipples she started squirming like a worm on a hook. Her eyes hooded over with pure lust, her mouth slipping open as a light moan escaped her. As was often true of the Joker he lost interest in her after just a few seconds of pleasuring her he stepped away and started to talk again. "So it's really very simple. You get each other off, you go both go home. You don't and I shoot one of you and the other. . .maybe I run over with a bus? Sound fair?"
"Don't do this Joker!" Batgirl shouted.
