A few Days later at Arkham

It was early evening when the black limousine took the long driveway leading up the hill. The complex, located slightly outside Gotham, had everything a creepy ghost mansion needed.

Arkham.

A gathering place for the worst minds that Gotham and the surrounding cities had to offer. The institution also had a maximum-security wing where some of the more dangerous criminals were locked up. Now, this institution was run by Doctor Jeremiah Arkham and from Dr. Hugo Strange, one of the city's best and most famous doctors. On top of that, Dr. Strange was well connected to the upper class of Gotham and had voluntarily accepted this position.

When the car stopped in front of the antique building one could see the additional guards from the Gotham City SWAT team. As the car approached the entrance, the police officers raised their weapons and prepared to open fire if necessary. The black car drove right in front of the entrance and when the door opened, Alfred slowly got out. The butler avoided any hectic movement. Slowly the door opened, and a young blonde doctor came out.

"Please, gentlemen. "Please put down your weapons. This is Mr. Pennyworth, the personal butler of Mr. Wayne." She said kindly and made sure that the policemen relaxed immediately. Meanwhile Alfred opened the door of the Maybach and smiled friendly as his passengers left the car. In the face of the doctor one could soon see disappointment when it became clear that there were only two women. For the male policemen, however, these two women caused some excitement.

The first of the two was almost 2 meters tall and had shoulder-length blond hair. The crystal blue eyes looked up to the building. She was wearing a black miniskirt with a matching top. All in all, the outfit looked very formal and aristocratic. However, there was still the thing about her bust. Her outfit hid everything and had no cleavage, but it was impossible to hide the bust. The way she stood there she could have been from one of the best porn movies and could have competed with the stars at Brazzers. On her right wrist she wore a gold bracelet with a Chinese character inserted in green jade.

The woman who got out behind her was much smaller than the first and wore her long black hair tied in a strict braid. She was wearing a similar business suit to the blonde and now the doctor could see that both could see the coat of arms of the Gotham School for Gifted Students on their clothes. The black-haired woman had a briefcase in one hand and smiled friendly to Alfred whom she thanked. Even though the second woman looked less impressive than the blonde, she was no less beautiful. She then went straight to the doctor and shook her hand.

"Good evening Doctor Quinzel. I'm Principal Wayne. Helen Wayne."

"Wayne?" Harleen asked confusedly as she shook hands.

" Not related, doctor." Helen smiled and then pointed to the blonde who stepped next to her and reached out her hand. "This is my second in command, Karen Starr."

"Pleased to meet you. OUTSCH!" said Harleen as she shook her hand and cried out in shock. "You have a strong handshake!" she smiled and rubbed her hand.

"My father believed that a woman should have a strong handshake." The blonde smiled at the much smaller Harleen and then took a step back.

"Doctor Quinzel. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I'm afraid Master Wayne is busy today. He has asked me to fill in for him today."

"I hope nothing serious," Harleen asked, but was unable to hide her disappointment completely.

"No. He's... just... still indisposed." Alfred smiled evasively and Harleen nodded knowingly. Bruce Wayne was disreputable as a playboy and bon vivant, so Harleen could well imagine what Alfred meant by indisposed.

"I see. Well then, I suggest we go inside. Please excuse the increased police presence, but we have a special guest in our institution. "Chief Constable Gordon has therefore ordered these reinforcements."

"We're talking about the Joker?" asked Alfred curiously as he endured the controls.

"Correct. He was hospitalized three weeks ago. The police are therefore particularly concerned and fear that some of his people may try to free him. "And since we have another high-security guest now... I'm sure you can understand why we're all a little on edge here." Harleen smiled and looked at all three of them one by one. She had long since developed a good feeling for people. She only had to look at them and could read a lot from the smallest things. Each person had very specific characteristics that pointed to traits or psychological things.

With Alfred she could see immediately that he had a very strong, British character. Loyal, dutiful, orderly and completely loyal. On top of that she could clearly see that he was the keeper of many secrets. The latter was hardly surprising with a boss like Bruce Wayne.

The two women however surprised Harleen. Miss Wayne had clearly dominant characteristics. The way she moved, spoke and used certain words indicated a very dominant personality. Add to that the way she wore make-up and dressed and Harleen was sure that this woman was not only a director because she liked to boss people around, but that she was also a demanding and possessive woman in bed.

The exact opposite was true of Miss Starr. She was, despite or perhaps because of her impressive stature, eager to hide her submissive streak. But the eye movements when Miss Wayne gave her an instruction were very revealing. Moreover, she always stayed in the background and followed Miss Wayne's instructions very closely.

"Probably they are fucking! Miss Wayne is the dominatrix and Miss Starr is the slave! I wonder if they do it with their students too? Hmm? No. They both seem very focused and compliant. They would never fuck a student." She thought so when she sat down.

She was going to discuss it with Bruce Wayne. It was an open secret that Bruce supported this school. The city's school system was nowhere near good enough to afford such a school. The Wayne Foundation on the other hand had almost unlimited money reserves thanks to his influence and money. Even though you wouldn't believe it, this playboy was involved in many projects in the background that had the welfare of the city in mind. However, he was eager not to be associated with them. Harleen, however, knew Bruce from some joint seminars in psychology and had spent a little more time with him. Both in bed and next to him he had been an impressive person. She wondered how he had developed since then. Unfortunately, there had been no further contact after that.

However, Alfred was more than capable of speaking on his behalf. She told the three of them their concerns, which they accepted directly. Justin Lawford was a young man who had been placed in the care of the young doctor by his family in the hope of relieving him of his psychological problems. Too bad that he had no problems at all but had been nothing more than a spoiled guy. But by now he had realized that it was much more pleasant to do whatever Harleen told him to do.

Her second ace up her sleeve was a former colleague from her student days. sort of her replacement for Bruce Wayne. A gifted psychologist who had taught her much about hypnosis and meditation. Maybe a little too much.

With the help of these two she would be able to find out what was really going on at school. The recordings were partly completely arbitrary, even students from other countries had been admitted. Some from Metropolis or even further afield. On top of that, there was a very tight security.

When they were gone, she went to the rooms where young Lawford lived at the institution. As soon as he saw Harleen, he smiled.

"How does it look, doctor? May I leave at last?" he asked arrogantly and grinned broadly, which did not impress Harleen in the least. She walked towards him and simply smiled at him. "What is it now? My old man pays you, so answer me when I ask you something, your stupid cunt," he shouted immediately when it didn't happen according to his will.

Sighing, Harleen pulled her glasses back into place and unbuttoned her blouse. With every button that was unbuttoned, more of her firm breasts came out and his gaze followed her hands lustfully.

"Yeah baby! Let's see those pretty tits! If you're good to me, maybe I'll get you out of here and show you how a real man gets a slut like you," he laughed before suddenly shutting up.

Just as she had opened her blouse enough to see the bra, she smiled and said a single word to him that made him freeze immediately.

"Now be a good boy."

"Yes, Dr. Quinzel." He smiled like a changed man and sat down on a chair. Looking at nothing in front of him he didn't even seem to notice that Harleen stood in front of him and started massaging her tits in front of his eyes.

"Now let's talk about your new job!"