Batman Harem 2: Throwing her voice
I still don't own Batman, Harley Quinn, Ventriloquist, or any other DC Comics character.
The second Ventriloquist, a woman named Peyton Riley, stood in a warehouse on the Gotham docks. The men in her command move around quietly, loading guns onto a large ship to be taken to Bludhaven. The woman occasionally gave an order to one of the men, but almost all the talking being done was done by her dummy, Scarface.
"Hey, you's guys," came the horrible voice of the little character, "Me and my Sugar here are headed out of here, you's guys finish up."
At that moment, the lights suddenly went out. The guys looked around for a moment, until they heard one of their number scream, "Don't hurt mee!!" Then a crashing noise and it was silent. Peyton and Scarface made for the door.
As quickly as they went out, the lights came back on. It was not a pleasant scene. Henchmen were everywhere, some strung up, some on the ground, all unconscious. Peyton was furiously pulling on the door to escape. From just above her, a gravelly voice sounded.
"Don't think of escaping. I welded that door shut. I wanted time to talk to you."
Peyton quietly slipped a pistol into Scarface's hand, and answered, "Ok, I'm listening."
"See, I've started a new rehabilitation program. It's working well on Harley Quinn, and I think it would work on you." The dark knight dropped from his perch and began pacing. "Thing is, I want to bring you into the program peacefully if possible. What do you say? Come let me," a small smile crossed the Bat's face, when he thought of his new program, "help you."
Peyton had heard enough. She wasn't going to let Batman put her in some special group. Scarface lifted the pistol. "Say goodnight, Bats." Scarface's hand pulled the trigger.
The hammer clicked, but nothing came out.
"I used a new device I had made, a remote electronic device that deactivates firearms, to render all the guns you are carrying useless. Now will you come with me?"
Peyton's jaw dropped. Scarface's jaw dropped. Her head drooped and she held up her wrists. "Wherever you're taking me, just please don't take away Scarface. I want him with me."
"I think that could be arranged." Batman gruffly handcuffed the Ventriloquist and led her to the Bat-wing. After loading her into the prisoner bay, her jumped into the cockpit and placed a call to G.C.P.D. To pick up to other mobsters, making it clear that Peyton had eluded him. Then he took off.
When he arrived in the Batcave, he had a sleeping gas pumped into the prisoner bay of the Bat-wing before carefully taking Peyton out. He turned her over to Alfred, the only member of the Bat-family who knew what he was doing, and sat at the Bat-computer for a bit.
While he sat, Nightwing, A.K.A. Dick Greyson came in. "Hey, I heard the call earlier. You need any help tracking Ventriloquist? Be just like old times."
"No, old friend, she is probably going underground for a while. She didn't even get to start her delivery, so she'll need to build some money before she tries again. I'll let you know if she resurfaces."
Looking a little down, Nightwing heads from the cave, leaving Batman to his thoughts. Bruce takes off the cowl and rubs his temples for a moment. "Well, I think Alfred will be done by now. I'm going to go claim my newest prize.
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Indeed, Alfred had finished locking up miss Riley, and had given her the antidote to the sleeping gas so she would wake up in just a moment. He had even stripped her naked. When Bruce arrived, he decided to go to his quarters to see if Harley Quinn was still putting on a show so he could get off. He needed to relieve himself pretty badly.
Peyton Riley slowly came to, with the distinct feeling that someone was in the room with her. She looked around and panicked for a moment when she didn't see Scarface. She looked around, and finally her eyes came to rest on the puppet's face. His mouth was wide open as if in shock, and Peyton suddenly realized she was completely nude, her massive breasts heaving and her wrists and ankles bound.
"Sugar you are some kinda stunnin'." the puppet seemed to say. "How did I never notice them before!"
"Talking to yourself, Miss Riley?" Bruce Wayne spoke with authority. He was just getting Harley Quinn broke and now the voluptuous new Ventriloquist had fallen into his little trap. He had Riley strung up like Harley had been the first week, and the puppet Scarface was left as though staring at her. He hoped to give her a feeling of security, so that maybe he could make a willing slave of her.
"No, I was speaking with my associate over there. The one on the dresser."