Batman: Rogue Harem
Part 1: Riding a Harley
Disclaimer: I clearly don't own Batman, Joker, Harley Quinn, or any other DC Comics characters. I was psoed a question recently by a friend, and this is what I came up with because of it. The situation is mine, the characters are not.
The Joker had been on another killing spree, running through dozens of seemingly random places before the Batman had managed to figure out his sceme. Just when Joker was about to set off a laughing gas bomb in the city council chambers, Batman deactivated the device that was to blow up the gas capsule, and then dismantled it. He found the Joker pushing the buton, and hit him with a batarang. When Batman went to tie up Joker, Harley Quinn, Joker's sidekick and girlfriend, snuck up on the bat and tried to use a stun gun on him. Batman was ready for that, however, because Quinn had done the same thing to him just a week ago.
"Hehe, umm, crap?" Quinn Quipped. She tried to hit batman in the face with the stun gun, but wound up face first on the floor with her hands behind her back, tied together by the special rope batman used.
"I'm tired of having to bust you two, so I built a special prison for the clown, and I think I have a special place for you too, Quinn." Batman's typical monotone made the statement slightly scarier than it would have been otherwise, and Harley whimpered quietly to herself.
Batman examined the latest outfits for the criminal duo, and found that Harley would do quite well for the first member of his new program.
Recently, Bruce Wayne, A.K.A. Batman, had decided that nothing Arkham Asylum staff seemed to be able to do had been helping the so called "Clown Prince of Crime", so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Deep under the batcave, he had been constructing a ultramax security prison to stuff the mad-man in. It was a massive titanium box hung over a lake of lava, and the only way out was to jump thirty feet to the roof, magically stick there, pick an electrical lock with 256-bit encryption designed by Luscious Fox, and the basically climb up sheer obsidian walls several hundred feet. It was practically impenetrable.
However, the dark knight had decided that the women criminals in his life would not be held that way. He knew how to neutralize their varied powers, and so he built special high security soundproof rooms onto Wayne manor, one for each of the female super-villains in his rogue gallery.
Harley managed to get a look at Batman before she passed out, fully expecting to wind up in prison again waiting for Joker to break her out. Her last awake thought was that Batman seemed to be looking at her ass. As she drifted off to dream land, she decided that switching to the tight red and black leather skirt with no underwear was probably a good idea, if even the bat seemed to notice.
When Harley woke up, she was chained up, but it was not the way she thought. She looked around and found her surroundings to be actually quite pleasant. She was still worried, however, since she was apparently tied to a bed, but she couldn't see much beyond the ceiling and a bit of walls, so she didn't yet know how much to panic.
A whirring noise started, and she felt air filter into the room from a vent somewhere. It brushed across her pencil-eraser sized nipples, making them stand hard on end. She wondered where she was, but now even more she wondered why she was naked.
"When a friend asks me to break a prisoner, I usually get set to beat a punk into submission." a voice came from across the room. Harley recognized it, but when she tried to see who it came from, she realized her trademark ponytails were tied to the bed as well, restricting her heads movement.
"Mistah J'll save me, you'll see, whoevah you are." Harley wanted to believe what she said, but she wasn't so sure, since Joker wasn't exactly known for hurrying his saving her. The man's hands ran up Harley's legs, starting with her feet.
