Shot in the Ass and You're to Blame...

Bruce Wayne, dressed in his second identity as Batman, was having a bit of a bad week. his ward, Dick Greyson, had gone with his Aunt to a family function across the country. Leaving just him and Alfred, but also leaving Batman without his Robin. He and his butler, then had to work on the Bat-Diamond, a major component of the Bat-computer. A huge diamond, few knew that it had been created artificially by way of an special process. Time comsuming to replicate, which is why they needed to make sure it was working perfectly.

Then the Commissioner had called about Chief O'Hara taking the Pretzel Diamond while in the company of Marsha, the Queen of Diamonds. Under some kind of spell. When Batman had arrived alone to Police headquarters, he found the Commisioner gone. From the sound of it, looking for the Queen herself without thinking of the danger. Only for the man to call from her hide out. With no other choice, Batman walked into the Lioness' den. He could sense something was wrong, that there was more then meast the eye in the harem like lair.

"Welcome, darlings. " called out the female voice of the villian he was seeking. She continued, "Welcome to my little flat. Sit down and make yourselves more comfortable."

"I'm not here to be comfortable. I'm here for Comissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara."

The answer, "How very rude of you, Batman."

"I apologize for the rudeness but it is the purpose of my visit." What Batman didn't noticed was Marsha moving her hand to her remote to aim her statue at him. She then fired, hitting him in the ass.

Batman felt his head swimming as he could feel the **** on the dart bending his will, an disposition improver as Marsha said. She called his name, "Batman."

He answered, "Marsha!"

They continued like that as Batman became more and more attracted to the Queen of Crime, before she asked him, "On your knees and worship me, Darling!"

Finally Batman...