"Harley" is captured

As Harley carried Barbara (dressed as Catwoman) down the street, police sirens were heard. They were headed to the costume shop they just fled. The pale faced pixie ducked into an alley while the sirens passed them by. They decided to wait until the moment was right to evade capture.

Meanwhile, back inside the costume shop, GCPD officers came upon an odd sight. Lying there before them was a naked woman, blonde hair, and wearing a paper clown mask for some reason. She was handcuffed and ****. As they drew closer, they saw a note taped to her belly. Of course, they took their time ogling her lithe body. She seemed to be ****, and was unable to protest, even though they probably wouldn't have cared if she did. Their eyes traveled up her long, toned legs, and gazed at the treasure where they met. It was devoid of hair, but it looked mature, inviting, as if it had practice, but not too much. Their eyes moved up her flat stomach to her breasts, which were not small by any means, but were not huge enough to sag or appear fake. Eventually, one of them took the note and read it.

"Damn Bats jumped me while I was changing! Trying to find more appropriate attire now I'm on the market. He broke my jaw, and taped this ridiculous mask on me to help keep it in place until the cops get me to the hospital. He said he'd leave me just as I was before rendering me ****. Not sure how he's gonna do it, but I'm assuming it'll be painful, and kinda fun! I guess if I'm not awake by the time you read this, just take me in and put me back in my cell. Don't even bother dressing me, I'll find a way out in no time! Haha!"

The cops shrugged and lifted the naked criminal, not knowing it was in fact Catwoman, and placed her in a squad car, taking her to Arkham, where she was placed in her cell as she requested, without clothes. The asylum's doctors didn't spend much time examining her face for a broken jaw, as Batman often sent inmates to the infirmary with similar injuries. It became easier to just treat them without doing a thorough exam until they were conscious.

As such, they took an old metal brace to keep her neck straight, and wrapped her head in gauze before applying the layer of bandages around her head to keep her jaw in place as it healed. The paper mask and tape on her mouth were now stuck in place.

When Selina awoke, she realized where she was, and immediately began to find a way out. She held her hands out to feel the cell's walls to find a wreak point, but she saw her hands were bound into fists wrapped in gauze to the point she couldn't feel anything through them, and they looked like two stumps at the end of her wrists. She grunted in shock, and realized she couldn't speak. She tried yelling, but it was barely audible with the tape over her mouth and her jaw bound shut by the bandages.

"Awake are we, Dr. Quinzel?" A female nurse addressed her.

Selina shook her head emphatically, hoping they knew she was in fact Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman.

"Oh, I know you prefer to be called Harley Quinn now, but we should be beyond such trivial things. After all, we are former colleagues! You got to be the lead psychiatrist here, but I got stuck in the infirmary. Well, now I get to treat you for once! The fact you specifically asked to be naked is troubling. And your identity disorder seems to be awakening a sexual deviant side. So, as such, we will be running some tests!"

Selina heard a weird whirring noise, but couldn't stop what was about to happen to her. Metal arms came from the walls, grabbing her wrists and ankles. They made her stand spread eagle before lifting her off the floor. A panel on the floor opened, and a more arms came out, but instead of hands, they each had a different attachment at the end. Some were cylindrical, others were conical, and a few had a row of spheres of various sizes along it's length. Selina could guess where these things would go.

"This contraption will be able to stimulate certain parts of your body, and I'm using an MRI to monitor your brain activity. I'll be able to see where your sexual deviance comes from, so we can treat it, and possibly treat your dissociative identity disorder. Lets begin!"

Selina felt something **** itself been her legs and inside her. She was still groggy from being knocked out, so she couldn't fight it, only gasp in surprise at what happened next. It began pounding her mercilessly while vibrating. The sensation was indescribably humiliating yet arousing. Selina felt her body and mind separate, and her imagination ran wild. She had multiple orgasms before it stopped.

"That was a good start. That was just the lowest setting. I look forward to the next few months as your jaw heals. I just hope these experiments don't damage you further."

Selina could only grunt from exhaustion. It was going to be a very long recovery, but she knew that Harley was going to pay for this somehow.