"Hey Bat's!" Harley grinned and flicked a slender finger across his forehead.
Bruce blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus on the room around him, but all he could see was a mixture of shadows and odd shapes. He did however... know that voice. It was a voice he's heard for many years and one that most people would hear as they took their last breath.
"Harley Quinn!" He growled.
"The one and only," she giggled and twirled on the spot. She was wearing tight-fitting leather pants, thick, knee high gothic style boots, and a red tinted corset. Her arms and shoulders were bare, showing off her smooth pearl white skin.
"What have you done, Harley?" Bruce said and tugged at the bonds around his wrists. He realised he was strapped by thick vines to a four-poster bed by his wrists and ankles.
"Don't bother tryin' ta get out of there, Ivy wound her pets nice and tight for you!" She giggled again and strutted out of the dim light into view. "This is quite the predicament, isn't it bats... I mean, getting caught by little old me."
Bruce tugged at the vines again with all his strength, but it was no use. They were indeed wrapped tight like iron.
"I said," she brought the palm of her hand down onto his bare chest with a slap, then traced the tip of one finger along his collar bone. "Don't bother! You're all tied up, Mr. Dark Knight!"
"What do you want, harley?" Bruce growled and glared straight at her. Her eyes swirled with green and blue as she strutted up and down the side of the bed next to him.
"It's not about what I want. It's about Mr J, and he'll be here soon enough!"
"Is that all you care about, what the joker wants?" Bruce said. "Isn't there something else in this life other than that maniac?"
"What else is there," she grinned and stopped pacing. "You're not doing yourself any favours bats, talking about my JJ that way! He won't be pleased!"
"Let me go, Harley, and it'll be over quick!"
"Quick," she snarled, her smile turning into a grimace. "You think I'm gonna let you go just so I can go straight past go to a jail cell?"
Bruce scanned the room, searching for something, anything that would get him out of this hell he found himself in. The walls and floors were a mixture of splattered colour, and the bed looked rickety and old. Perhaps if he pulled hard enough, it would fall apart.
"Let me go, Harley, i won't ask again," bruce said.
Harley reached into her trousers and, in a flash, pressed the tip of a small knife to his throat, drawing a line of blood that ran down his neck and across his chest.
"You seem to think you're in charge here," she grinned from ear to ear with a manical look in her eyes. "Does it feel like you're in charge?"
"You've always been second best, harley," Bruce whinced as he spoke. "Second best to the joker!"
"Im Mr js one and only, his lover, his wife, his slutty little whore! Im whatever he needs me to be!" harley said pressing the blade deeper. "Now, I thought about leaving you alone until he gets here...but all this playing with knives has got me a little hot and bothered. What do ya say to me blowing off a little steam batsy."
Harley giggled and removed the knife from Bruce's throat and tossed it across the room. Her movements became a blur as she flipped up from the floor to the bed straddling him between her thighs.
"Get off harley," Bruce growled and bucked his hips trying to force her back onto the floor.
"Ha ha haaaa!" She laughed out loud and began to grind her crotch against his. "Save the thrusting for later batsy!"
"I said get off!"
She leaned forward pressing their entire bodies together and pushing her face so close to his he could feel her breath on his cheeks. "Are you sure you want me to get off?" She grinned and spat the gum in her mouth at the far wall.
"This will end badly for you," Bruce growled.
Her lips spread into a smile once more. "If your worried about what that slutty cat will, I wont tell a soul."
"You think thats what im worried about?" Bruce said.
"Well, what else could it be. Most men would be beggin for me to tie them to the bed! Especially since my body is prime material and my insides are tighter than anything you've ever slid into!"
"You are insane!"
"Mmmm..." she hummed and rolled her eyes. "Perhaps, but dem kinda girls make the best fucks, wouldnt you agree?"
Harley sat up, wriggled her hips against him once more then flipped backwards off the bed to land perfectly at his feet.
Bruce struggled against his bonds once more and scanned the room looking for any way out of this mess.
"Calm down batsy, I'm Not gonna hurt you. Not unless you want me to anyway," she giggled and spun around on one foot with a smile on her face.
"don't do this Harley, you will regret it!"
"this semi you've got going on down there says I won't!" she said punctuating her words with a high-pitched laugh. "now..." she stepped forward, reached out one slender hand and traced the outside of his underwear with the tips of her fingers causing Bruce to shudder.
"Perhaps he needs a little encouragement," she grinned and stood up straight. She reached to her chest and gripped the zipper at the top of her corset, pulling it down slowly with her eyes locked on his watching for his reaction. Once the zip was undone, she let her corset drop to the floor with a thud, revealing her pearl white skin and thick, perky breasts. She reached up with both hands and gave herself a squeeze.
Bruce shook his head and let out a sigh of frustration.
"What, you don't like the body of a good woman?" she giggled. "My tits are leagues above that flat chested cat you like to poke all night!"
"Harley stop this," Bruce growled.
"no way, we are just getting started. Here..." she purred and slinked around the side of the bed To Stand above his head. She lent forward Placing her right breast just within reach of Bruce's mouth. "go on then, suck it!"
Bruce shook his head and turned his face away from her causing a flash of anger to corrupt the smile that was spread across her face. In a flash she pulled another knife from her pocket and pressed its tip to the muscles of his stomach.
"suck it, or I'll cut it!" she said letting out another high pitched laugh.
Bruce shook his head once more then grunted as she put a little pressure on the blade dinging it into his skin.
