Dancing with the Devil

[Mephistophelily]

Harleen Quinzel sat outside of Arkham Asylum, staring up at the gates with a frown on her face and her hands tight to the wheel. She used to work there... She used to be someone they respected, someone they admired... But then they fired her.
Now, inside those gates, inside that brick building, they held someone she thought of in the same way they once did her. She wanted him back, and dammit, she was gonna get him.

"I'm comin' Mister J!," she shrieked out suddenly, her eyes narrowing. She slammed down hard on the gas, ramming the black sedan through the gates and shredding the paint from the sides, revealing the true bright green beneath. She had hated to paint over her beloved Joker's car with such a tacky black- but there was no way she'd get through the streets of this city with that standing out so much...

The guards were already pouring out of the building as she roared up the grounds, plowing into them as she drove on. She didn't care. She wanted in.
When she reached the building, she jumped out of the car, pulling her mask down as she exited. "Sorry boys! Didn't see ya!," Harley grinned, reaching back into the car to take out a few small boxes.. "Here, a few gifts from the man upstairs!"

She threw them out against the building, giggling and clapping her hands as they exploded, sending debris from the building in every direction. She knew his room was somewhere near where she had aimed for... Now she just hoped she had thrown well enough. She glared over her shoulder as more guards came barrelling at her, jumping atop the car and kicking the nearest squarely in the jaw. "Ain't you ever heard of happy reunions?! You're ruinin' this for me!"

 

[Mister J]

He moved from the hole in the wall, down the chunks of rubble and over the bodies of the guards Harley had just finished dispatching. His bright orange jumpsuit stuck out like a soar thumb, but compared to his bleached white skin and dark green hair it somewhat matched.

His hand landed flat atop her head, patting it ever so lightly as he moved past her and into the passenger side of the car. He then grumbled and honked the horn at her as if he had been waiting for hours.

"Hurry now Poo, we've got bigger bats to fry!"

Once she was in the car and had it turned around he leaned out of the window, faced the Asylum and yelled out.

"Toodles boys! It's been a laugh! Aaaaahhh HAA HAA HAA!!!"

She peeled away and his laugh echoed into the night


Later that evening...

He stepped out of the small room, dusting off his shoulder and adjusting the new suit. He was trying something new..the old getup was getting a tad...dated. He wore a deep dark purple suit, with an emerald green tie and of course his trademark flower tucked into the jacket pocket.

He stuck his foot out and looked at the black sharp tipped dress shoes, moving them side to side with a big grin on his face.

"Perfect..."

After picking up some other "items" and tucking them safely into his pockets he walked across the concrete floor of the abandoned candy factory, his now makeshift hideout, to Harley who still seemed a tad fumed.

"Oh dont be such a spoil-sport Harle my gal, I've got plans upon plans for getting back at that caped rat."

He clenched his fist as he spoke of the Batman, but soon regained his composure and started again.

"We're going to need one of his spare kids though. He wont like that."

He started to laugh a bit as he thought out the plan in his head.

"Hah hah haaa!!"

He looked back to Harley and just grinned, almost forgetting about her altogether.

"You've been a naughty little criminal...get over here so I can spank you good! AAAAH HA HA HA HA!!!"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley sat in the corner, reclining on one of the many oddly placed bright colored beanbags that she kept scattered about, glancing to her pet hyenas across the way. "Don't mind daddy, babies... He's just... plottin'... Again..."

She frowned, folding her arms as she pouted. She had gone through all that trouble for him, and she got nothing. Not even a thanks... Just ramblings of what he planned to do to the Bat. She had half a mind to try 'n' whack him herself, if it got her a few minutes alone with her man!

She gave a laugh as he called her over, getting eagerly to her feet and jumping into his arms. "That's me, puddin'... Naughty...!" She cooed, giggling again as she wrapped her arms about his neck. She poked a red gloved finger against the side of his cheek, frowning. "If you're goin' after Bats and his whole gaggle... I wanna play too. You can't keep all the fun to yourself! I never get to play with all your toys.. but I loved those presents! KABOOM!" She squeeled out another laugh, kicking her legs out before planting a black lipstick kiss against his white face.
"Now... you were sayin' somethin' about me gettin' a punishment er two?," she purred into his ear.

 

[Mister J]

There was an evil little glint in his eye as he flipped her over on his knee, the poor girl's ass high in the air as he tugged on the bottom of her costume, pulling the pants down to just under her ass cheeks. The seam of the tights pushed her cheeks up even higher as he swatted them a few quick times leaving small reddish hand prints.

"Ha HA HA!! Papa spank!"

That evil smirk rose higher on his cheeks as he reached behind him and pulled out a long, thick wooden paddle. It was painted with red and black stripes.

*WAM!*

The smack echoed through the abandoned factory as he held her down with his other hand.

*WAM!*

Yet again, the sound pierced the relative calm of the building. Her ass was a deep red now, throbbing in pain. He continued for awhile after, each smack just as hard as the last until finally he tossed the thing away and stood, letting Harley slide down his legs and fall to the floor.

He adjusted his suit jacket and looked down. His hand reached behind him as he pulled out a rather large revolver from his pants and crouched down to her eye level. His arm wrapped around her neck as he pushed the barrel of the gun against her temple. Then soft whispers came from those bleach white lips.

"What's your favorite toy of all?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley gave a meek squeek as he flipped her onto his knee and yanked down her costume- she knew what was next... "Yowch!" She whinced at the first smack, then giggled- which earned another one... She couldn't help but snicker at each swat of his hand.

She gave a high trill squeel as she saw the paddle, wriggling her tush in his lap. "Already?!" She bucked forward on his legs as he smacked her with it, biting her lip to stop the laughs inside her. Her ass hurt incredibly- but her Puddin was giving her attention, and any attention left her blissfully happy.

She tumbled onto the floor as he stood up, giggling as she rubbed her tush. "Owie... Hee.. That was fu-" She paused as he grabbed her about the neck, pulling her in closer as he pressed his gun against her head. "My... favorite, Mister J?," she asked softly, then grinned. "That's easy, lover... The OTHER big gun ya got hidin' in yer pants..."

 

[Mister J]

"Hrm?"

He took a step back, jumped to a stand and looked down at himself, patting all around his waist.

"Gun? What other gun silly girl?"

He turned about and shrugged at her.

"I dont seem to be packing much heat poo...but..."

He slid over to her, his heels screeching across the concrete floor as he wound his arm around the back of her neck and pulled her close to his crotch and the now obvious bulge within those dark purple slacks.

"I do however have a nice cool popsicle for you to lick on!"

The Joker reeled back in laughter as he pushed his crotch against her cheek, grinding into her face while he laughed like a maniac...

He quickly unbuttoned his pants, leaving the top one done. All the while he still held that magnum tight in his hand, using his pinky to undo the buttons in a rather comedic fashion.

Once done, he reached inside quickly, tugging loose his rather large "popsicle" and letting it hang next to Harleys nose. He pulled his hand away as he pushed the flesh against her face and twirled the gun in the air, finally bringing his hand back down with the gun barrel once again pressed against her forehead.

"Go on butter-cheeks, have a taste..."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Naw, Puddin, I was meanin'-"
She cut short as he pressed himself against her cheek, giggling.

"I do however have a nice cool popsicle for you to lick on!"

"YEAH!! Gimme!," She squeeled, getting onto her knees and grinning at him. She laughed as he started to taunt her again, rubbing himself against her- all the while holding that gun of his. Finally letting out her 'present', he came closer to her and held the gun against her once more.
"Go on butter-cheeks, have a taste..."

"Hyummm." Harley grinned, letting her tongue graze against his pale flesh gently before looking up to him with endearing eyes, smiling as she saw the barrel of the gun. "Man I missed ya, Mister J... You sure do know how to make a gal feel loved...," she purred out, then eagerly took him into her mouth, sucking him happily.

 

[Mister J]

"Well Harle, I do what I can with what I've got."

He looked down and raised a brow as she continued to play with her re-aquired toy.

"...and it looks like you're doing just fine with what you've got."

Joker leaned back just a bit, his hips moving forward as Harley went on. He reached back behind him and pulled a pair of fuzzy cuffs from one of the cardboard boxes also containing some of his things he had stashed away prior to his "arrest" at the hands of the Bat.

Once obtained, he pulled himself forward again and leaned over Harley. She payed him no attention, too caught up on her current meal. With relative ease, he slipped her arms up and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing he slipped the cuffs on her, then to a hook above them and hopped back, tucking himself back in.

"Sorry doll, but sometimes you have to take one for the team."

He reached over and pulled a large control remote from a crate. With the press of a button, a pulley system started up and tugged her up high into the air.

"That caped dodo should be here soon, thanks to an 'anonymous' call to the police."

He glanced down for a second, as if he regretted putting her up there like that...but just as soon as the notion hit, it faded into maniacal laughter. He reeled back in a laughing fit, holding his gut as he started to walk towards the back exit, giving Harley a little wave.

"..AHA HA HA HA!!! TOODLES POO! HA HA HA AHHH!!!..."

...and with that the door slammed and the clown prince of crime was gone.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley slurped away happily, humming as she closed her eyes. She had missed him so much... and couldn't think of a better welcome home present than this for him!
When he grabbed her arms, she figured he was just playing another of his odd little games, giggling around him- Then she heard the click of metal on metal.
She glanced up, a confused look on her face. "P-Puddin'? Wha-"

"Sorry doll, but sometimes you have to take one for the team."

"For the-"
She yelped as the chains tightened, yanking her up to her feet and lifting her up a bit from the ground. She stared at him as he told her about the call, whimpering as he bolted for the door, laughing at her.
This... This was a joke, right? "Ha.. haha, ok, Baby, this is- ha... funny..."

"...Puddin'?... Startin' t' kinda.. hurt up here..." She was starting to get a wee bit nervous.
"MISTER J?!?" ...Nothing. He really had left her!

Now she was pissed.
"Get yer ass back here, ya pale faced freakazoid an' get me down from here!," she shrieked, bucking out from the chains. "I'm gonna rip you apart, ya jerk!! With everything I just did for you?!? What the hell kinda gratitude is this?!"

 

[FenixZero]

A shadow moved across the rooftops of Gotham. It was the same shadow, that each and every night prowled the streets. To some he was a rumor, a name whispered in the dark places of crime and decadence. To others he was the Dark Knight.

Propelling his body off the roof, the masked man's hand drew a powerful grappling hook from his belt, the spiked cable thudding into the stone face of one of Gotham's massive towers of concrete and steel. Coiling his muscles, he swung by the cable, twisting his body like a master acrobat, letting the wind catch his cape, like great wings against the night sky.

Landing in a roll on top of the roof, the Batman rolled into a crouch without the slightest sound. Gliding across the rooftop, he positioned himself over the large skylight, overlooking the warehouse below.

Barbara had called him with the tip from her father. Joker had gone underground since he broke out of Arkham, which meant only one thing. He had something planned. Narrowing his eyes to slits, Batman's black gloved hand fell to his belt, popping a small compartment open to withdraw a handfull of small black orbs. In a quick decisive motion he hurled the orbs through the skylight, the small balls shattering in clouds of thick smoke, filling the warehouse below with a deep, heavy fog.

Dropping through the skylight into the smoke, Batman descended like an avenging angel.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley glanced up as she heard the noise of the roof, grumbling to herself... This was not going to look good.
She frowned as the smoke began to fill the warehouse, wriggling in the handcuffs Joker had left her in. "Aw, hell..." She began coughing as it reached her, kicking her legs out to clear it from her.

The fog cleared in a few moments, letting her see the Bat walking about the warehouse.
"Ahh... hiya, Batsy...," She called out cheerfully, giving a rather meek laugh. "Ha- looks like Mister J kinda... ha... forgot about me... Think ya could, ah... do the hero thing 'n' let me down from here?" She gave a coy smile. "I promise ta be a good gal for ya..."
That, of course, was an absolute lie.
Harley still hated him with a passion- but at the moment, he was pretty much the only one who could get her out of this ackward position.. And she already expected a few questions about this one. "Purty please?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

After passing the information on to the Batman, Barbara dawned her costume and took to the skies. No doubt the boss man would need a little back up just in case something got out of hand.

Slipping from rooftop to the next, she gracefully plunged a few feet before landing with a roll to yet another roof before slowing her pace. A few blocks from where the tip had been pinpointed, Batgirl looked out over the city all seemed too quiet for a recent break from Arkham.

Positioning her grapnel she shot it across the way, looping it around an outstretch of building. Swinging from the one building to the next she was just making her descent to her destination when the rumbling of a car, and the cackling laughter of a familiar madman came sailing upon the wind.

Rushing to the edge of the roof she looked down upon the streets below noting Joker's hideous excuse for an automobile. "Gotcha..." she breathed with a smirk. Once again in action as she swung herself from the building; the ever present shadow of a bat cast itself on the streets below as she began her persuit.

 

[Mister J]

"One lil piggy went to market...."

The Batman swung overhead, making his way into the warehouse just as the Joker had anticipated he would. Unlike normal though, this time Joker stayed in the shadows. He had a plan and this time things would be different...much different.

"...and one lil piggy stayed home."

His dark eyes followed another shadow, this one headed for his rather obvious automobile. He'd really have to do something about that. Being spotted rather easily wasnt the best way to go if he planned on committing a crime. However, this time around it worked in his favor as his plan was just beginning to unfold.

He crept through the shadows, keeping on eye on the bat gal as he made his way closer to her. If he knew how they operated, and he did, she would check the car first then move to the inside of the ware house, maybe even put a tracker on the car just incase.

He remained hidden though, trying to hold in the laugh was killing him. He held a remote in his hand as his eyes ran along the side of the car to it's under-carriage and a small green and black striped box. It had a flashing red light on it equal to the one beeping on his remote.

"Hee hee hee..."

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he finally pressed the button. A few small beeps were heard before a hissing sound. The tires began to lose pressure as a green gas erupted forth from the air nozzles on them. It shot out quickly covering a large area and remaining rather silent.

That done he stepped out, gas mask on and fastened as he skipped happily over to his car...

 

[FenixZero]

Rising to his full height, the tiny shards of glass cascading off his cape like tiny drops of rain, Batman took a moment to observe the situation. Harley Quinn dangling from a hook several feet above the ground, with the Joker no where in sight. It was true that this wasn't the first time the Joker had left Harley high and dry, the sycophantic girl was often the brunt of the cruel "jokes" of the Clown Prince of Crime despite her sick fixation on him, but the Batman couldn't shake the fact that this had all the makings of a trap.

He took a few steps toward her, his feet making no sound as he almost floated across the floor towards her dangling body. Raising his emotionless white eyes to Harley, his cape suddenly exploded out, billowing out like wings as a Batarang flew from his fingertips, arching up through the air and slicing through the cable that held Harley aloft.

The cable hung there in midair for a split second before subcuming to gravity and Harley dropped like a stone into Batman's outstretched arms. The Clown girl felt almost weightless in his arms as he caught her in his embrace, but the Dark Knight knew better then to drop his guard for an instant. Harley was just as dangerous as her "Puddin" when she put her sick little mind to it.

A dark gravely voice rumbled from his lips. The question was low, straight to the point, and had an edge of danger to it, "Where's Joker?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley gave another weak laugh as Batman looked her over, wriggling her hands above her as he seemed to be taking in the whole thing... Only to give a surprised shriek as he sent one of his little toys flying through the wires above her.

"Aww, Bats, ya do care." She grinned as he caught her, nuzzling against him- only to give another frown as he flatly asked about Joker. "Puddin'? Ah- ha ha- I dunno... We were playin', ah, hide'n'seek," She said sweetly, still trying ot cover for her beloved Joker. "Yeah. I guess I hid too good for him an' he gave up 'n' left.. Ha...."

She scowled as he continued to stare at her. "Ok fine. I ain't got a clue where he went. We were playin' find the popscicle and he went 'n' did that. Ya think I did this t' myself?!" Her voice was now flat and deeply angry as she guestured up with her still handcuffed hands.

"After all I went 'n' done for him, he goes an' does that to me! What'd I do t' deserve that?!," she wailed, then glared at him, shoving the handcuffs towards him. "Lemme out, Batsy! I wanna piece a' that laughin' jackass fer myself! He ain't gotta worry 'bout you- I'm gonna rip that damn grin right off'a his bleached face!!," she snarled. She was quite used to Joker's rejection of affections and odd ways of showing he DID care- but to leave her like that was enough to send her into a rage. His explination made no sense at all to her- and that look on his face when he left had only added to her anger.

 

[FenixZero]

Setting Harley down on her feet, Batman stared dispassionatly at the Clown Girl. His cape poured over his body down to his feet as his pupiless slits stared her down. Harley was a talented hand-to-hand fighter and there was absolutly no way he was going to give back the use of her hands. But she could be useful in finding the Joker.

Reaching two fingers up to touch the side of his head, Batman activated the a hidden switch for the two-way radio mouted in his cowl. "Batgirl, report"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Harley smiled as he set her down, holding out her hands and waiting.
And waiting still as he paged Batgirl.
...And still waiting as he stood there.

"A-HEM....," She said flatly, shaking the fuzzy chains about her wrists, then scowled as he ignored her.
"What, doesn't anyone trust me any more?!" She pouted, dropping down onto the floor and resting her hands in her lap. Sitting there a moment, she started playing with one of her tassles on her hat, grinning as she took a small pick from it and used it to undo her cuffs. She gave a squeel of a laugh as she shook them off, jumping to her feet and bolting across the factory.

 

[FenixZero]

Batman growled low in his throat as he heard the fateful click of Harley's handcuffs giving way. He should've known better. Moving with the speed born of a lifetime of training, he moved with an almost supernatural quickness. The grappling line almost seemed to grow from his hand, fastening itself to the ceiling and propelling the Dark Knight over Harley's head before landing directly in her path.

His muscular arms folded across the bat symbol that stretched proudly across his chest. Harley collided with his chest, causing her to tumble to the ground as if she had just run smack into a brick wall. The Batman's eyes slitted as he stared her down.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Batgirl was in hot persuit as she landed soundlessly in an alley near the Joker's car. It had come to a crawl before stopping completely which was quite suspicious even for her. This almost smelled like a trap, but she had to make sure.

She waited a few moments in the alley to see if anyone would step out of the vehicle. Her eyes scanning the immediate area around her, oddly she felt as if she were being watched but she didn't see anyone or anything. Swiftly like a shadow she crept up to the automobile, its hideous colors a dead give away and way to obvious to be a get away car. But that was Joker, always willing to stick out like a sore thumb.

Creeping up slowly she checked her surroundings before stepping behind the car, a tracker was ideal for moments like this. She would simply place one just under the tire frame and track his movements later. It was at that point boss man called in. "I got Joker's getaway car tagged. But he's no where in sight..." she had been about to tell of her suspicious when the car's tires began to hiss and a green gas flaired out from the tires. Coughing she used her cape to try and shield from the brunt of the gas but she had already inhaled a healthy sum as the gas filled her lungs and she wobbled once, twice before falling to the ground. "Its...a trap." she managed to croak before the line went dead.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Hee hee hee!!!"
Harley sprinted across the warehouse as she giggled away, glancing back to see if he was still waiting for Batgirl's response-
Only to collide with his chest and crash to the floor. "Yow!!" She rubbed her head, then her bottom. As if what Joker did earlier to it wasn't enough...

"Uh... hi there, Batsy." She gave a light laugh as she looked up at him. "I wasn't doin' nuthin' bad. Scout's honor..." She held up two fingers, giving him a slightly worried smile. "Ha... haha... Be gentle."

 

[FenixZero]

"Its...a trap."

The words echoed through Batman's communicator just before the line was filled with hissing static. Ice water pumped through his veins. His gloved hands shot out to grip Harley's shoulder, pulling her to her feet before clamping down a pair of remote operated Batcuffs around her slim wrists. The manacles closed with an electronic click, a small LED light switching from green to red as the locked fast.

"Don't go anywhere"

His cape rippeled around him as Batman bolted outside. He needed to get to Batgirl fast, Harley could wait.

 

[Mister J]

The Batman was quick, but he wasnt the only one who could work fast in a pinch, especially everything was already planned out ahead of time. When the caped crusader would get to the Joker's vehicle he'd see no sign of him or Batgirl, but instead a large jack-in-the-box painted in a deep red. Inside sat idle a doll attached to a spring with a canister grenade for a head, adorned with the Batgirl's cowel. The jack would spring loose, and for a moment wave back and forth before exploding.

Now a few miles across town, Joker stepped out of the van he had come pick him up. With a bit of cash anyone was on your side, and it helped to have a lil hired muscle especially with the batdodo climbing the rooftops. He danced and skipped into what appeared to be a simple apartment building, 5 maybe 6 apartments...nothing huge or gawdy. As with the outfit, the Joker was trying something new. Him and the Batman had gone through this so many times it had become routine...however now he was changing the song and Batman would have to learn to dance to a new beat.

Two of his men exitted the van after him, one of them carrying Batgirl, without her mask, and utility belt already removed. They headed into the building. All of the people inside were gassed and had been for at least a day. He sent his henchmen to do the work from jail. There were ways to get information out if you had to. They two men followed Joker into a door on the 2nd floor. Inside it looked like an ordinary apartment...chairs, couch, tv, bedroom, kitchen, etc etc. He had his men clear off the table and lay her down, tying her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.

That all done, he just had to wait for her to awake. It was just a bit of sleeping gas after all. The fun would come later, no need to ruin it by killing her. The Joker had the two men get his "toys" in order as he whipped up some more of his world famous laughing gas.

His mind drifted to Harley, hopefully she was doing her thing and distracting the Batman...she'd come back to him, she always did. It was nothing a lil "loving" couldnt solve. He'd never mentioned his plan though, all the better. The Batfreak had amazing talent in uncovering the truth in people. You cant tell anything when you dont know know what to tell.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

What seemed like an eternity could only be a few hours or less, as Batgirl's mind slowly began to clear. She opened blurred eyes to find herself securely strapped upon a table, looking around she could only see the usual decour of an apartment nothing out of the ordinary there.

Obviously the Joker's trap had suceeded, or she wouldn't have found herself in the current state thusly. No utility belt..damn. Her cowl had been removed, therefore her identy present for all the world to see.

Blue eyes scanned the room again still a bit fuzzy with that killer sleeping gas. She had to give the Joker credit for that he was crazy but there was quite the genius behind that bleached face and eternal smile.

Trying her restraints just in case she settled realizing that she would be here for some time. Screaming wouldn't do any good and then again she wasn't the sort to cry for help. She could take care of herself, it was only a matter of time and patience. The Batman was her mentor she would do well to remember that. She sat back awaiting the inevitable gloating that was more than likely to appear, maybe then she could taunt him long enough to buy Batman some time. It was worth a try.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Aw, yeah... sure.. Just leave me here like everybody else...," Harley snarled, glaring down as he clamped the new handcuffs about her wrists. She was a bit confused about the lights... She didn't much trust those.

"Ain't no reason fer ya ta be runnin' off like that, though, Bats... Puddin's already gone. And yer gal? Probl'y gettin' what was supposed ta be MY fun." She sniffled at the thought of her favorite toys being used on another, then shot a look to Batman as he started towards the doors. "Now I love handcuffs 'n' all, Batsy, but I don't much care fer yours..."
She stared down at the flashing light, grumbling to herself. She didn't trust that at all. Last time she attempted to play with one of mr J's toys with a flashing light, she knocked herself out from one of his many gasses.

She just sat there for awhile, thinking about that, then slowly started to give a sniffle...
Then a softer cry...
Then a full out sob.

"Ya don't understand it, do ya, Batsy?!," she wailed. "My Puddin' left me here... He used me too many times, 'n' now he don't want me at all..." She wiped at her eyes with her wrists, then quickly yanked it back as the light blipped in her eye. "I ain't nuthin' but a toy ta him. I don't wanna be that no more, Bats...."
She looked up at him, her white facepaint having wiped off on her gloves and leaving streaks on her face. "I wanna be a good girl, Bats.... but- I just dunno how.."

 

[Mister J]

"Awake already cup cake?"

She was greeted quite close by that never ending grin. He was leaning over the table, hands clasped behind his back. The two henchmen were in the living room watching TV. There was a news report on about him escaping from Arkham. It could be heard faintly from the hallway leading into the kitchen/dining room.

"Good thing too, we're going to play some games aren't we?.."

His voice went from a higher pitch to a quieter more devilish tone quickly as his eyes narrowed at her.

"...Ms. Gordon. Oh your father would be interested to see the pickle you've gotten yourself into."

Once again, the darker omninous tone, but it quickly rose to that higher pitch as he strode around the table, his finger tracing her outline.

"...but I hate pickles, so lets get the ball a rollin'!"

He grabbed a syringe from the countertop and squirted out some of the bright green liquid from inside. With a wider grin he flicked the needle like a doctor would before swinging his arm around so it was hovering over her body.

"Ya know kiddo, the thing I loved about you all is that your costumes...however gawdy they are, were always so form fitting."

That said he pulled her collar down and stuck the needle into the side of her neck, pumping all of the liquid into her. Once finished, he tossed the syringe in the trash and moved back to her side at the table.

"It's a hormone inducer. It causes the same imbalance as in nymphomania, except this is a much more potent case...a x10 if you will hee hee hee..."

He chuckled to himself a bit as he moved against the wall, using his hands to tell the little story.

"You're my little test subject. I would have used Harley, but the poor girl is already crazy. I needed someone a bit more sane. After you I'll pump this stuff into Gotham's water supply and watch as the city falls into a sexual epidemic...Not only will it be funny...and it will, but it will also leave most of the city unguarded and open for me to have a shopping spree! Weee hee hee!!!"

He hugged himself thinking of all the nifty toys he could get once this thing took affect on the population. However, he had to wait and see how it would effect her first. The change wouldnt be too long, a minute or two at most. That all said and done, he blew her a kiss and walked into the other room to check on his man power. He'd come back to check on the progress in a bit.