Latex Doctor Harley?

“Waky! waky!” The high-pitched Brooklyn accent woke Jason with a start, “I heard you were feeling ill, so I am here to check up on you!”

Instinct took over, without thinking about it, Jason threw the object at the doctor. However, Jennifer didn’t keep a custom-made throwing knife, a commercial throwing knife, a shrieken, or a flashbang grenade under the pillow. So Harley caught the plastic ball with a bell in it and smiled.

“Sorry Kitten, I ain’t one of the other kittens Selina keeps around here!”

“Harley Quin!” Jason snapped.

“Hay, kiddo, it’s Doctor Harley Quinzel,” Harley snapped in response, “I heard you had a bump on your head, so I am here to give you a checkup!”

Jason glared at the blonde Doctor in a shiny sexy nurse outfit complete with thigh high stripper boots. However, from behind the doctor another blonde woman wearing a black shiny French Maid minidress and doc marten combat boots. It was the woman from last night. She grabbed Harley by the ear and started walked around her in a circle, forcing Harley to turn around and then led her out of the room before returning with a platter with a cup of coffee and juice to deposit on the nightstand before leaving.

“Mistress Selina is waiting for you in the library,” the woman said as she left.

*

Jason came to realize that Jennifer wasn’t so much a butch, as a punk princess. There were plenty of skirts, very feminine latex, leather and PVC fetish wear, and lingerie. Jason dressed in the black satin thong, leather jeans, a Black Flag t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Jason went to the second floor, something told Jason where to go to meet Selina. Jason knocked on the double doors before opening them and walking in. Selina was standing by a fireplace looking at a series of computer monitors mounted on the mantel. Jason looked around, all of the chairs were covered in brown leather or fake tiger fur, the walls were bookshelves and there were desks spread around the center of the room.

“Selina?” Jason spoke up.

“Hay Jen,” Selina waved Jason over.

“Selina,” Jason furled an eyebrow.

“Close the door,” Selina said.

Jason did as instructed and then turned to face the lady of the house. He noted that she was wearing shiny leggings and an turtleneck sweater. Selina gestured for Jason to come close.

“How did you sleep Jason?” Selina said in a hushed voice.

“Like a babe,” Jason shrugged, “But I had a bit of an unpleasant wake up call…”

“Harley,” Selina noted, “In this timeline, she never fell in love with the Joker, she became obsessed with me and Bruce when we first hit the scenes and then she managed to get a job working for me. She ended up helping when you were hurt earlier in your carrier so she got made a part of the household… Don’t worry, she doesn’t live here, and she doesn’t blather out secrets…”

“Are we sure about that?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. Otherwise Brooks would dump her lifeless body in the harbor,” Selina said, “Speaking of which, that’s Brooks. The maid in the kitchen.”

She is what, your age?” Jason asked looking at the older woman.

“Yep, a few months apart,” Selina said, “From what I put together, she was the daughter of the head maid of Kyle manor and my guardian when my parents were murdered.”

“So Female Alfred Junior?” Jason arched an eyebrow.

“Right, the other maid, the one cleaning the ball room,” Selina pointed at another computer monitor, “Her name is Holly Robinson, former child prostitute I took in. She is Brooks’ understudy and home security for the manor.”

“And also not a fan of Harley’s shit I see,” Jason noted.

“Yes, but those two have love hate relationship,” Selina snickered, “Seems they fall in love when they drink pinacolatos.”

“Hello there,” Jason said to the small reddish cat rubbing against her ankles.

“Scotty, the Scottish Fold, your best friend in this house hold,” Selina turned and smiled.

“He isn’t going to scratch me?” Jason asked.

“Normally no, but he is a fan of Jennifer,” Selina shrugged.

“Hello there Scotty,” Jason said as she bent over and picked up the cat.

Scotty naturally went to get on her shoulder.

“How adorable,” Selina reached over and scratched under Scotty’s chin, “The brown haired girl in the office is Holly’s sister Maven, she is my personal assistant.”

“Is everyone here except us wearing latex?” Jason asked looking at the women in the monitors.

“I think everyone but you sweety,” Selina said pulling up her sweater to show off the rubber corset around her waist.

“Seriously?” Jason asked.

“You can thank my mini-me, everyone in my house seems to be a fetishist,” Selina shrugged, “From what Brooks told me earlier, we didn’t hesitate to bring out a spanking bench for our new years party last year.”

“What do you think of that Scotty?” Jason asked the cat.

The cat responded with a meow.

“I am guessing I tossed your tow at Harley this morning then,” Jason addressed the cat, “I tried to toss a throwing knife under my pillow when Doc Harley woke me this morning.”

“Yeah, I think you should have your own Mossberg between your headboard and matress,” Selina said, “According to the armory and security diagram I was looking at last night.”

“Oh,” Jason said before facing Scotty, “Why are you licking my ear?”

“Meow.”