Go home, and discuss trying something else.

"So... who do you think Robin might make me work with if the Joker becomes a potential problem?" Felix asked as they headed back to his car.

Diana shrugged. "Someone I really hope they don't expect to be able to foist on you when you get your license as a therapist..." she replied, getting in.

"...what do you mean?" he inquired as he started the car and they got going.

"... let's just say that there's not a shrink qualified enough to deal with that hot mess," Diana sighed, reclining in her seat and resting her hand on his crotch. (Cookie for anyone who knows that reference! Also one for anyone who knows who Diana is referring to.) "He makes even the Joker look sane in comparison."

"...and he's a member of the League?" he asked as they drove, sighing a bit in pleasure as she rubbed his dick through his pants, though not stimulating enough to distract him from the road.

"Crazy doesn't mean evil, Master," she chided him gently. "He still has a functioning moral compass. Though he does need to be kept on a leash... Actually, I think that was literally, once."

"...fair enough," he remarked, before pausing. "Wait, literally on a leash once?"

"That's a story for later, Master... For now, I want to discuss what we do when we get home..."

"You have some ideas, I take it?" he asked her, and she smirked.

"I always have ideas, Master, though in this case, I do have a specific one," she smirked. "I noticed that you only use those tentacles of yours for combat..."

He only needed a moment for what she said to click, and he blushed a bit. "You want me to try out the tentacles on you?"

"Yes, yes I do..." she smirked.

"...you really are a total pervert now, huh?" he teased her, and she laughed.

"Sex Genie, Master!" He was silent for the remainder of the drive home.