The blonde hesitated for a movement so the tuxedoed thug simply went over and scooped her off of her feet. The short walk with Batman kicking her heels and screaming quickly reminded Batman of how much he had lost his masculinity and strength. The thug
then placed her on her feet and with a little slap on her ample backside, sent her into the room.
Vaccaro's eyes met Batman's, who flushed and lowered them. Vaccaro licked his lips with relish as he watched the blushing beauty enter the living room, her pretty face downcast in an attitude of complete terror.
“Oh hey, babe, c’mon in.”
“Vaccaro…” she said the words in a strange voice which sounded very far away.
He stood and took the girl by the hand and lead her to the leather upholstered couch.
“please, babe, call me Mike. I’m not gonna hurt you, just sit here.”
He sat down next to her so his pants leg touched one ivory knee. She looked at him with an expression of horror widening her dark eyes.
“Mike,” she paused and blushed deeper. “I know what you’re going to do.”
“That’s right, batman, I made you into a cute little minx and you know why. So you either give in and we play nice or you fight me and we play rough. I know I’d rather see you try and fight, I always liked fighting
“You bastard,” her eyes curled into angry slits and she prepared to spit out a further curse when vaccaro cuffed her across the mouth. Her head shot the side and as her hair spilled to the side, Vaccaro gathered it
and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and felt him pushing her against the couch. He released her from the kiss but held her pinned against the couch.
Her face was flushed red and had a strange mixture of shame, arousal and rage. Presently rage won out as she struggled vainly trying to push Vaccaro off of her.
"How did you do this."
"You see, Batman. Your friend Jack Willows is my personal handy man and with the help of Dr. Hugo Strange known to you as Dr. Erstang, we created a plan to fix you and all your little playmates in the J.L.A. Soon they'll all belong to my personal whorehouse,
but not you, gorgeous, you're going to be my personal pet until I get tired of you."