It wasn't that Batman didn't believe Gordon and the Question, really. But he was a naturally suspicious person, and even as weird as his life could get, this was a particularly bizarre situation. He had to see it with his own eyes. So, he decided to check
it out by dropping in on Arkham Asylum.
Whatever he'd imagined fell far short of the reality. Things were as Gordon had said. But he hadn't imagined the villains-turned-vixens would be quite so lovely, each perfect body gloriously adorned by a skimpy outfit that parodied their previous costume. It
took a significant amount of control not to pop a stiffy at the sight of them.
When they caught sight of him they went mad. Some dropped to their knees in obesiance. Others adopted seductive poses. Still others stripped and pressed their bodies up against the glass of their cells. All of them begged and pleaded for him to fuck them, to
be allowed to serve him.
It was intensely weird, but equally intensely arousing. Still, he made a point to check them all out one by one. All were present, and all were transformed, and somehow he could even recognize them, despite the often drastic transformations. And then
he froze, confronted by the sexiest, most seductive of all. She was breathtaking beyond belief, a goddess in human flesh.
"Hello, Batsy," purred the vision of loveliness the Joker had become. Her blood-red lips formed a smile, as dazzling as it had once been terrifying. She wore a parody of the classic purple-and-green suit, tight in all the right places and showing off acres
of flawless, chalk-white skin. She flipped her lustrous mane of emerald hair as she rose from her cot, her every movement a sensual delight.
Bruce couldn't help but harden as she sauntered up to the glass.
"Like the new me?" she asked saucily.
Batman grunted, unsure of his ability to speak without betraying the effect she was having on him. Those perfect lips twitched.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said. "Why don't you c'mon in here and fuck me? You want it, I want it, and so does everyone else!"
That last bit was said with a bit of an edge.
"Explain," Batman grunted.
"I want you, Bats," she said. "More than I've ever wanted anything. I want you to ravish me, make me your bitch, your little fucktoy. If I get what I want, I promise you I'll be a good little girl and behave myself. If not, well, I'm gonna be...put out. And
you know what happens when I'm not in a good mood."
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