Long chapter. Batman investigates... then gets new orders

Harley would arrive back in Gotham in 4 days, followed some time later by the biotank with the clone. Bruce would have liked to have had more time to study, but as he had expected, the secret services had approached the ILA and asked for help. Very few members had been considered for such an assignment. At the top of the list, of course, was Batman and below him was Question Mark. Fortunately for him, he was currently undergoing treatment for his paranoia. He had to admit that Vic might be able to pick up Harley's trail, but on the other hand, few believed his nonsense.

So he was back in the League meeting room shortly afterwards and looked at the others.

"Nice of you to come, Bruce," Diana smiled sincerely, probably the only one besides Clark who had really missed him. Barry Allen just sat in his chair and stuffed sweets into his mouth. What was going on in Cyborg's head, whether he had forgiven Bruce or not, was unfathomable even for Batman

"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon. What's going on. Got a lot to do in Gotham."

"I think the Joker's dead? Shouldn't things be quieter?" Clark asks.

"You should be on the streets more often, not just flying over them. His **** was like a signal for everyone else to come and get what's left of his gang. So? Why am I here? Is this about me taking Harley in?" he played clueless.

"No. We got a request from the NSA. They're looking for someone." Clark replied, amused. He had missed his grim friend.

But Batman, instead of answering, simply turned around and headed for the door. "I don't work for Waller!"

But before the door could open, Flash was standing in front of him. "She's the one we're supposed to find."

Bruce allowed himself a little trick and of course Barry immediately jumped at it. All he had to do was raise an eyebrow. He jumped back a meter and stared at Batman, grinning broadly, before calling out. "He didn't know. I used to know more than Batman." Immediately afterwards, he was gone and a red ✗ was visible on all the calendars in the room.

Batman, on the other hand, turned to the others. "Is Question Mark ready for action?"

The League completely misunderstood the question and assumed that Batman was requesting his help. A sure sign that he was taking it seriously.

"No, unfortunately not. Besides, that would make his illness even worse." Cyborg replied. "We need you!"

"Bullshit!" Hal shouted between them. "Why would we need him? It's probably even his fault."

"Hal. Calm down. That's not part of today's round. We need him because he's the best," Clark said calmly but firmly.

Batman looked at the table without responding. "I need Zatanna, Cyborg and Barbara. Come into the cave when you're done here."

With that, he walked back out, leaving the cursing Hal behind. He was always like this and was extremely vindictive.

"Bruce. A word?" he heard Diana behind him, who had probably followed him. He had to watch out for her. He could defend himself against telepaths like the Martian, but the lasso was a real danger.

"What is it Diana?" he asked as he followed her into a corridor.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. You've been through a lot and the last time I was ... maybe a little too harsh." she said quietly.

When Bruce didn't say anything, she grinned. "And how are things with Harley? Is she getting on with Alfred? Is she well-behaved?"

"She avoids the kitchen, like all of us. But Dick has already made sure it's going to get bad soon."

When Diana looked at him questioningly, he crossed his arms and looked past her out of the window. "He's given her a name."

"Oh!" Diana grinned when she heard that. "Does Dick want her to take Barbara's place as Bat-Girl? I thought he was with Kori now." she joked.

"I don't think any of that." he said dryly. I don't think Barbara will give up the costume and it's unlikely that Harley and Dick will become a couple."

Diana rolled her eyes. "You could really work on your sense of humor. That was a joke."

"I realized that, but I thought a laughing Batman would probably scare some people." he replied calmly. Diana just shook her head and laughed softly.

"Scare them? They'd run away in a panic. Although ... does anyone actually know what it sounds like when you laugh?" she asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Seriously. Do I have to lasso you before you keep talking? It would certainly be fun. Come on. We've known each other for four years and I know so little about you. I just want to get to know you a little better." she said gently.

Batman raised an eyebrow. That wretched lasso of truth.

Two years ago, he had tested whether he could resist the magic of this weapon created by the gods. Unfortunately, even his willpower was no match for the spell. This lasso was one of the greatest dangers for his masters, he realized. He would have to deal with this problem sooner than he thought. For now, however, it would be enough to continue playing his role.

"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing?" he asked her directly and saw her look down at the ground, briefly embarrassed. It took a few seconds before she looked at him cheekily again.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I was working on my sense of humor," he said calmly. "But let's talk about it another time. I have to go before the tracks are gone."

"And that means what?" Diana asked, irritated, when Batman answered her lovingly and without turning around.

"Dinner in Gotham Plaza. 7 pm. Friday."

Diana just stood there perplexed, watching Batman step onto the teleporter platform and then vanish into thin air. It took her a little while to realize what had just been said.

"Are you all right, Diana?" asked Clark, who had stepped up to her.

"Bruce has just invited me to dinner. Well... Me to Gotham Plaza. Do you think... That he's lost his mind. Maybe it's another one of his plans. I'm sure he's up to something!"

Clark smirked at her words. It was true that Batman was a founding member of the ILA, but hardly anyone knew his real name, let alone anything about the man behind the mask. He had revealed his name to the founding members, but not much more than that. Only Clark could boast that he knew more about him and had even been to a Christmas party with Lois. Many envied his close friendship with Batman, others saw it as a sign that Batman was one of the mightiest of heroes.

"It could also mean that he respects you. He may always seem so grumpy, but believe me. He's not like that. He's actually a pretty nice guy, if he lets you get to know him." Clark smiled. "Apparently he's decided that he trusts you."

"Mmm. So I don't have to worry about him? Or about me?" she asked with a grin.

"That depends on how much of Alfred's pie you can handle." Clark grinned.

"I love his pie."

"Then you've been his guest before, haven't you?"

"Not really. I was just there to let Alfred know that Bruce was all right when he was in the infirmary in stretch bands. He was very nice to me then and I wondered how he could become such a man with such a good butler. Since that day, I often meet Alfred for a cup of tea. He always defended him and told me a lot about him. It was only thanks to him that I let Bruce get away with so much," she said quietly.

"You like Bruce a lot, don't you?" Clark asked cautiously. It was always dangerous to talk to her about men and feelings.

To his surprise, he didn't catch a blow, but only saw her look to the side uncertainly and leave him standing there without a word.

Over the next four days, Team Batman was at Walter's last coordinates, turning over every stone. At least one out of four. While Cyborg was making a serious effort to find Waller, or at least a trace of her, Batman. Zatanna and Batgirl were less eager. Batman had ordered Zatanna to put on a good show. She had an excellent reputation in the League when it came to magic. And so far, she was doing exactly what he and his masters asked of her. She cast spells to find clues and simply ignored the results.

Barbara wasn't on site herself, but sat in the bell tower and served as direct access for Batman. However, Bruce had taken precautions. He had made new videos for her to watch. He had used some new scenes of him and Kori to expand Batgirl's programming. She had told her father a good cover story and had been able to help without any problems. She had actually intended to do the same, but things had turned out differently. She had received an email from Bruce.

"I can manage on my own. I've attached a few videos for you. Hope you enjoy the show. If Cyborg has any questions, you can pretend you're working on it. Got my reasons. I want to see how capable Cyborg is. As a reward, I'll ask Harley if she minds if you're in the room for our first fuck.

That was enough information for Barbara. She was immediately horny and had watched the first video while the team collected the first tracks. Of course it seemed a little strange to her what Batman was up to, but her addiction was stronger.

The desire for the video was simply stronger While the others were all searching for clues, she sat in the bell tower, completely immersed in the visions of the Spellbinder. Smiling blissfully, she sat powerlessly in her chair, drooling lustfully to herself.

Now and again the voice of Batman or Cyborg disturbed her dreams, but the requests became more and more annoying and disturbing. She remembered what Batman had said. She realized that he was only doing this for her. He wanted to give her time to watch her beloved videos and he would take care of everything. and so she began to lie without restraint just to get back to her videos as quickly as possible. Bruce had written to her that she should simply keep any traces she might find to herself, as he wanted to keep it to himself for the time being. Unfortunately, from day 3 onwards, she didn't care at all. She no longer cared what the others wanted. Whenever a request woke her from her hypnotic vision, she quickly found a good lie and no longer paid attention to the data.

"Batman will do it and as a reward I get to watch him fuck Harley." she smiled as she put on the headphones and restarted the video for the umpteenth time.

Meanwhile, Zatanna did her best to put on a good show for Cyborg according to her orders. Inwardly, she was still fighting that wretched collar every second, but in all these weeks she had found no way to fight it. On the contrary. She was beginning to feel that the perfidious orders she had been given were slowly but surely sapping her willpower. With every order she was given, and which she carried out immediately thanks to this witch collar, she felt a shiver of excitement in her body that grew stronger and stronger. In her weaker moments, she even caught herself longing for a new order. For the feeling in her body that was only triggered by obedience. She began to hate herself for it, only fighting harder, trying to find loopholes, but nothing helped. That she had to be submissive to Bruce, knowing that it was no longer HER Bruce, was bad enough, but he had literally sold her to his masters. The moment she had realized who was responsible for all this and for what base motives, she would have liked to start a conflagration. But instead of destroying this person, she had done nothing but kneel submissively before him and cast spells for over 10 hours. Half of it was to hide the spells that were on her and the other half was to make her submissive. She could only hope that someone would notice something suspicious at some point and save her sooner or later. So far, no one had gotten far with a plan based on mind control. Sooner or later Bruce would make a mistake! And until then, she would obediently follow all orders and enjoy her reward, even if she didn't want to admit it. Part of her had long been of the opinion that it would be much more pleasant to simply obey.

"Are you alright Zatanna?" Cyborg asked in frustration as he noticed the shaking Zatanna's body had gone through at this thought. He had noticed that Zatanna had been quite tense since this mission had begun. Her heart rate was always a little higher and she always seemed a little tense. He blamed it so far on the amount of spells she was casting or the frustration he was starting to feel himself.

"It's all right, Cyborg. I'm just upset about this case. I'm finding traces of magic, but I can't follow them to the end. Everyone ends up at a dead end that leads nowhere." she sighed.

"I feel the same way. Whoever took Waller. He was good. Very good. Even our big one is more taciturn than usual!" he said. His investigations had so far turned up very little. There were no footprints that stood out in any way, no cameras in the area, the guards had been taken out from behind with a fast-acting contact poison. He was able to analyze it, but it wasn't a particularly rare poison. It also had a very long shelf life, so it could have been bought at any time. This trace simply petered out, as no one suspicious had bought unusual quantities of it recently. He had also investigated vehicle tracks more than diligently. He had come across one lead, a stolen van, but it had also been a dead lead, as it had been an Amazon scam.

"Great job we're doing here. The FBI will be proud of us. We have solved an Amazon theft!

" he grumbled, unusually emotional, as Batman walked past them and looked for the fourth time at the place where they suspected Amanda Waller had been ****.

"At least something!" he grumbled.

"At least something!" Cyborg repeated and then said what Bruce had been waiting hours to hear. "Batman. We have to face the truth. Whoever did this didn't leave a trace. I've tapped into all the data on this island and have even been in top secret surveillance satellites. ... with the NSA's permission, of course, but there are simply no traces. There's nothing else we can do. We have to wait until there are new leads, a ransom demand or something!" he finally said.

Batman stood up, trying to make his movements look slow and old, giving up. He had panicked briefly when Cyborg had found the van, but he had been lucky. It wasn't the van Harley had been traveling in. That had been a coincidence that worked in his favor.

"Zatanna? Do you still see a solution?"

"No. All I can say is that a lot of work has been done here. I even tried to summon Waller's spirit. But that didn't work." she lied.

"That just means she might still be alive, not that she's necessarily dead." Cyborg pointed out. Just as Batman had planned.

"Mhm." he mumbled, which was an agreed sign with Zatanna.

"Batman. I know you don't want to hear this, but Cyborg's right. We're not getting anywhere here. It wasn't a wizard who kidnapped her."

"And whoever it was, they had a good chance. I have a suspect in mind." Cyborg said, feeling all eyes on him. "Come on! This can only be the work of Lex Luthor or your old friend Raz. After all, you put his daughter in jail."

"It's not the way he does things." Batman pointed out, even though this train of thought was understandable. "As for Lex. He'd be his cup of tea, but so far I don't see any advantage for him in **** Waller. Have you been able to find out anything about their recent missions, Cyborg? Covert operations, secret plans and so on?"

"I got some new information about the Cadmus project that we were missing. It's about fast-growing clones. She's planning to create a superhero team. I've already forwarded the information."

"Superhero team? Clones?" Zatanna asked with a little hope in her voice. Maybe Cyborg had stumbled upon something and would be able to trace it back to her masters' latest project. She almost bit her tongue as she called these **** drivers masters in her mind.

"Nothing particularly advanced. They haven't even started the experiments. Just a theoretical construct so far. Other than that, Cadmus is doing what it always does. Getting on our nerves. I'm sorry. That has nothing to do with this or our current situation. Waller was probably of the opinion that she needed her own army of superheroes to counterbalance the JLA. Sound familiar, or Batman?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Batman asked irritably.

"Well... I thought you'd like that in itself. You thought there had to be a plan B if the League got out of control."

"I prefer the League. Waller is too **** for me." he said calmly, weighing up the options he now had. He could continue to play the stubborn investigator or give up. Both were good options with pros and cons. "Okay. I'll keep working on it in the cave. Maybe I'll find something else in time. We'll leave it here for now."

Minutes later, they were standing on the League platform, briefing the others. A member of the NSA was also present and, as expected, was not particularly enthusiastic when he received the information. However, the fact that the world's greatest detective had found nothing was not particularly encouraging. Superman promised him that they would keep looking, but you could clearly hear that he didn't have much hope either. When the man was gone, the investigators met with Superman, Diana and Green Lantern to talk about the matter.

Cyborg did the talking for Batman and explained in short, methodical sentences that they had tried everything, but also that he suspected Lex Luthor was behind it. Superman looked briefly at Batman, who just shook his head. That was the end of the matter for Superman. That wasn't exactly Lex's way either. The information about the cloning projects, however, was more serious. Cyborg showed all the information about the knowledge he had gathered. Green Lantern was the first to say it.

"This could be a problem.

I've seen that on other worlds. You don't play around with superpowers and a superpowered army has meant the end of many a world. We have to stop this program before it really starts. What is it called anyway?"

"The project runs under the name Ultimen. It consists of four people. There are plans to create four fast-growing clones. Wind Dragon, Shifter, Juice and Downpour. They are still working on how to create the clones. There is no exact plan yet, but within the next 12 months they want to have the first prototypes ready for use."

"Then we need to finish this now. We go in there with the whole league and tear the place apart once and for all." Hal said, slapping his hand on the table.

"Exactly! We attack a military facility of the United States of America's secret services just like that." Batman said calmly. "Shortly after their leader disappeared. Even for you, that's a stupid plan."

"WHAT did you say?" growled Hal angrily, but this time it was Diana who intervened.

"Hal. He's right as usual. We can't just play police like this!"

"Why not? They are breaking the laws of... "

"The what, Hal? The USA? Waller WAS the USA." Diana smiled coldly, taking the wind out of his sails. "This isn't the universe where the Green Lantern's word is law. If we do what you say, we'd suddenly be the bad guys. Especially because we stole this data! What do you say to that?"

"Pah. You can only solve a situation like this if you act decisively."

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it!" Superman said with a determination in his voice that silenced the Green Lantern. "And that's the end of the discussion, do you understand Hal?"

"Fine by me!" he said in a bad mood.

"If that's all then. I'm in the cave." Batman said and made his way to Gotham. When he manifested himself in the mansion, he clapped his hands in a good mood. "That went better than expected." he said to himself and allowed himself a smile. As soon as he had said that, Alfred came out of a side chamber and smiled.

"Would you like some tea to celebrate?"

"Gladly Alfred. Tell me. Is Harley back already?"

"No. She decided to visit someone first!" Alfred said calmly. When Bruce raised an eyebrow, he continued reassuringly. "Don't worry, Master Wayne. She has decided to visit the Teen Tower. Master Dick and Miss Kori invited her. Since Miss Harley was still on her way, I took the liberty of forwarding the invitation to Miss Harley. I hope that was in her interest."

"That's fine, I think. When did she want to be here again?" Bruce asked as he pulled the mask off his face.

"About... Now, Master Wayne." Alfred grinned as the large double doors slowly opened and Harley stuck her head through the gap. When she saw the two men standing in the doorway, she tiptoed quietly along the wall. She skillfully ignored the fact that the two men were looking at her closely. She continued to try to ignore the four eyes following her until she dropped her small bag on the floor and stamped her foot.

"SOOO you got me! Congratulations!" she laughed, whirling around and running past Bruce and hugging Alfred tightly. "Mr. Alfred. It's so good to see you in good health! I've brought you some tea! I hear it's really delicious." she smiled and rummaged in her jacket pocket for a small bag to give to Alfred. She looked up at the older man in the truest sense of the word. Hoping for praise, she looked at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you very much, Miss Quinzell. It will be a pleasure to share this tea with you, if you would do me the honor?" Alfred smiled happily and gently stroked her hair. At this, Harley beamed from ear to ear and whirled around happily, then looked at Bruce.

"Hey. Mr. B. Did I do a good job?"

"Very well Harley. I have to say you really stuck to the plan very well. I saw for myself what you did. You did a really good job..." he waited a moment, tilted his head and then continued. "Vampire Bat!"

The words were slow to penetrate Harley's mind, but when she heard and understood what Batman had just said, she widened her eyes and stared at him wide-eyed. "Mr. B!" she stammered shyly. "Was... was that praise?"

Alfred put a hand on her shoulder. "That was indeed praise Miss Quinzell."

"Why don't you make Harley something to eat? I'm sure she's hungry.

And you, Harley, get changed. I'll wait for you in the cave." Bruce said calmly and walked towards the entrance to the cave.

"Am I going to get in trouble after all?" she asked uncertainly, but Alfred just smiled and shook his head before heading towards the kitchen.

Shortly afterwards, Harley stepped down the stairs to the Bat Cave, armed with a plate. She approached cautiously, as she still couldn't quite figure him out.

"Hello M. B." she said quietly.

Bruce turned around in his chair and looked at her. Then he gestured for her to come closer and pointed to his thigh. Harley looked uncertain for a moment before she took a seat on his leg.

"You did very well Harley. I really must praise you and I have something for you as a reward." he said as he pressed a button on the armrest.

Harley turned curiously to the main monitor where an image of the Eiffel Tower could now be seen. Harley's eyes widened and became moist. "The Eiffel Tower. Does that mean..."

"You kept your word, how could I go back on mine. Besides, I promised you that things would be different for you from now on."

"Mr. B. Does that mean... that my words have been heard and are really important to you?" Harley asked, irritated. She just wasn't used to someone listening to her or taking the trouble to remember what she had said. It felt pleasant. It was as if she was no longer an appendage, an accessory, but a real person. A completely disturbed and mentally unstable person, but a person nonetheless. She tried to remember the last time she had felt like this, but the time before the Joker seemed like the life of a stranger. She enjoyed the warm feeling in her body as if a warm blanket was spreading.

"I'm Batman!" Bruce simply replied, as if that always explained everything. He noticed that Harley wasn't quite there mentally. Out of nowhere, life came back into her as she raised her arms and put a finger to her lips.

"That's you, Mr. B. My Mr. B. When are we flying to Paris? And will you fuck me there for the first time? The quickie the other day doesn't count. That was just a quick warm-up exercise and not real sex. So? Yes? Yes! Yes! Are you going to fuck me properly for the first time? Really really? Our first real sex then on the Eiffel Tower? Yes, please!"

"No!" Bruce replied calmly, firmly and in a serious voice. The little slip the other day didn't mean anything. He had to concentrate on other things. Sex could distract him too much. He had to concentrate.

= Incoming message. Security level black: the computer's voice rang out as if to save him. He pushed it off his lap and stood up. "I'll be right back." With that, he went into the suit room. He assumed it was someone from Watchtower and he wanted to keep Harley out of it for now. Only when he was in the chamber did he pull out his cell phone to play the message. Almost a little annoyed, he opened the message he had received. But as soon as he read the first sentence, he realized his mistake.

-If you're alone, kneel down Batman. Then answer.

He immediately sank to his knees and looked at the sender of the message. His fingers flew hastily over the keyboard.

-It was clear that he was kneeling, of course, as he was only allowed to reply once he had complied. Nor was it worth mentioning how horny he immediately became.

Then he waited only a few seconds until a new message came.

• "Well done Batslave.

You are a good ****.

You are a loyal ****.

You belong only to your masters, ****. You will do everything you are told and you will never be able to think freely again.

Batman no longer exists. You are now a Bat-****.

You are a will-less ****

And the best thing about it is the fact that your cock got hard just reading this message, go answer your masters immediately!

How right his masters were. Here he knelt, the mighty Batman, submissive as a well-trained puppy. Worse still. He was so horny that he wanted to jerk off. The message was right about everything.

And so he did as he was told.

-I am no longer Batman. I am the **** of my masters. I am your servant and will obey all your orders. My penis is fully erect.

He wrote and understated it excessively. His best piece was beyond aroused. It was more like it was threatening to burst at any second. These words had made him so horny that he wanted nothing more than for his masters to finally allow him to come. But he wasn't allowed to come without their permission.

-Does it make you horny that you've been broken? Is your cock hard when you think about how you are being used for other people's purposes?

Do you want a new order? Do you want your next assignment Batslave? Does it turn you on to be a **** to cell phone messages? Do you want to cum like a good, loyal servant?" he read shortly afterwards. This time his masters reacted very quickly to his answers.

He felt his body begin to tremble. Even though his masters had overcome his will, he was not an emotionless puppet. His conditioning made his body glide on a wave of pleasure. It was only this iron will that prevented him from tearing down his pants and squirting all over the room. His lust was simply too great. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

-Yes. I await your orders.

-Until your latest find is ready. Until then, you'll provide the amusement. Shoot some porn for us. Be creative and over speed us. If you're a good boy, you'll be brainwashed again.

-I live to serve!" he wrote, but something told him that he wouldn't get an answer.

"Porn... Mhm... Yes... fine. Then I'll just do porn." Batman grinned lustfully and he already had his first movie partner in mind. Harley would now get his full dose of lust.

How had his masters put it? If he put on a good show then he would be rewarded. And he would get that reward. Even if he had to fuck every woman in Gotham. He came back out of the arsenal more excited than ever and checked on Harley. She was still sitting in his chair and looked dejected.

"I'm going to fuck the soul out of you Harley. You will serve my masters, even if you are not a part of them." He thought as he stepped up to her.

"I intend to revive a Joker tradition you told me about," he said as he came to her. Surely she would take the hint immediately.

"Mmm. I didn't think you were a fan of Pokemon, but yeah. Could Alfred bring us some popcorn? By the way, I speak Pikatchu and which Pokemon do you want to speak?" she asked enthusiastically and beamed again. Her mood immediately improved when she jumped off Bruce and entered Pokemon into the Bat computer.

Bruce was used to a lot of things and yet. Here in the cave, he had never experienced such behavior. That

surprised him so much that he even forgot his lust for a moment. What's more, Harley's behavior was so completely chaotic that he was completely perplexed.

-Pokemon? What the hell does she mean? What does that even mean? Maybe a code word of the Joker. I'll start a detailed search later to find out what the word could mean- he asked himself and when he saw the little yellow thing on the screen it was too much for him. But just as he was trying to collect himself, Harley suddenly shouted.

"Pika, Pika, Pikatchu!"

"Hahaha!" burst out of Bruce. A roar of laughter filled the gloomy cave and echoed off the walls.

Harley, on the other hand, who had never seen anything like it before, backed away from him in fear. A laughing Batman was even scarier than a silent one.

"You're laughing... I've never heard you laugh before... I don't like this..." she stammered, bumping into the computer as Batman stood up and came towards her, laughing. She could clearly see that it wasn't a fake laugh. The Dark Knight was actually laughing from the bottom of his heart. Slowly, he approached her. His shadow fell over her, his stature clearly towering over her, while he was still laughing uproariously.

Fearfully, she tried to get away from him, but he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her against his chest. In his deepest Batman voice, he spoke directly into her ear.

"I'm talking about the tradition of Harley Quinn... fucking the soul out of her."

It took a few seconds for the words to sink into her mind through the sea of fear and panic. She had seen the Joker physically **** her too many times with a maniacal laugh, so she had been prepared for almost anything. But finally they got through.

That menacing voice. That terrifying aura.

That firm, firm grip on her neck.

-Fucking- flashed through her mind.

-Mr. B is going to fuck me.

-Fucking-

Harley's whole body trembled. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked up at him. Despite everything, she was still Harley and therefore completely gaga. So she jammed a taser into Batman's neck and pulled the trigger.

"Pika, Pika, Pikachu!" she cried out in amusement before the two of them were electrocuted and fell to the ground. While Harley lay on the floor with a big grin and her body shook with uncontrollable convulsions, Bruce had been hit much harder. The electric shock had hit him much harder than her. The suit had shielded her from the electric shock.

He lay **** on the floor while Harley giggled maniacally.

10 minutes later, Batman jerked back up to a sitting position, his whole body screaming in pain. That taser hit was just too unexpected. Not that he could have defended himself against the taser, but being caught completely unprepared was something else. But something else worried him more than a maniac armed with tasers. In his state, he had remembered his first weeks as Batman very intensely. Of the anger and hatred towards the criminals, but also of the fact that he would never become like that, that he would always hold a line.

Now, on the other hand, it was the memory of his noblest moments that scared him the most. What if the electric shock could override the brainwashing? What would be good news for anyone else under normal circumstances was pure horror for him. The feeling that he might one day rebel against his masters caused him a great deal of pain. But it was precisely this pain that gave him hope. He surrendered to the pain and literally bathed in it, knowing that this pain meant that he was still loyal.

"Mr. B? Mr. B?" he heard Harley's voice and felt her arms wrap around him.

"Never... again... Pikatchu!" Bruce moaned, holding his head. Slowly, the pain eased, both physically and mentally.

"Oh!" she sighed softly, but as usual, her mood didn't last very long. She cuddled up to him from behind and wrapped her legs around him, "So. Where were we?"

"I think it's time for tea, Miss Qunizell. Master Wayne looks like he could do with an Earl Grey now." Alfred said, coming up behind them. In his hand he held a tray with two cups of tea.

"Have I ever told you that you're the best butler ever?" Bruce asked and Alfred smiled.

"Rarely, but yes. Thank you very much, Master Wayne."

"But doesn't peppermint taste much better?" Harley asked curiously.

"Jean Luc Picard." Alfred replied with a grin.

"Who?"

"The captain of the USS Enterprise. Master Bruce's favorite series." Replied Alfred in a good mood.

"0h? I always thought the captain was called Solo? The guy with the black cape, right?" asked Harley with a tone of conviction.

Batman immediately jumped up, whirled around and stared down at Harley. "WHAT?" he almost shouted. This was almost a capital offense. Harley looked helplessly at Alfred, who just smirked.

"I advise you not to get too involved, Miss Quinzell. I'll explain it to you later. Master Wayne is very particular about that subject."

"Oh... Ah... I'm sorry?" Harley said with big doe eyes as, to her rescue, the screen came on to show Nightwing and Kori. Dick was about to start when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Are we interrupting something?" he asked amused when he saw Harley kneeling in front of Bruce. Of course, the fact that Alfred was there could only mean that it wasn't true, but he couldn't help but make the cheeky comment

Kori stood behind him and grinned broadly at Dick's reference. "Oh. Maybe boyfriend Batman will show her a few new things?" she grinned, and Bruce imagined that she was smiling particularly seductively.

"That'll be it darling." Dick grinned ear to ear.

"Are you finished?" Bruce growled grumpily.

"Oh. Not by a long shot. I've still got some really good ones. May I? What was that about?"

"Miss Quinzell made Master Vader captain of the Enterprise, Master Dick." Alfred replied with a grin

"Oh... That's even better than mine. Super Vamp. Now I'm not number one anymore." Dick laughed with a grin, but Harley countered immediately.

"So someone else is number one now? Being number two in bed is stupid, isn't it Robinchen? Well. Maybe Boobirella will teach you to be better in bed. Otherwise she might look for a new No. 1."

While Dick laughed amusedly, Kori leaned forward so that Harley, Alfred and Bruce could look deep into her cleavage. "Oh. Girlfriend Harley. I think my number one is already decided." grinned the racy alien sex bomb ambiguously.

Except for Dick, everyone present was aware that Kori had fucked Bruce and Kori was glad that neither Alfred nor Batman's newest partner had squealed. She'd been on the planet long enough to know that you weren't supposed to do that in a relationship, but all Tamarian women were extremely alpha-male oriented. So far, Dick had been the embodiment of the alpha male for her. Even though she had been involved with his foster father before, this feeling had never gone away.

Only when Batman had taken her had that changed. Batman had proved to her in an impressive way that he was simply the better partner. Millions of years of evolution had calibrated all the women on her planet to always follow the strongest and wildest partners.

And now, for the first time, she felt what that really meant.

"Friend Bruce. Take a look. Friend Dick bought me a new smart phone. I also have a new number. He said I'd always be reachable if my bed partner needed me."

"You don't have to say it like that Kori. Not in front of Alfred." Dick interrupted her with a bright red head.

"He's seen worse." Batman smirked. Of course, he didn't reveal that he was referring to the fuck in the entrance hall, but he was sure that Kori had understood him.

"OHHH! You have to give me your number Booberella. Then we'll do something together. You tell me about your world and the men there and I'll talk about Pokemon!" Harley shouted in high spirits.

"About... what?" Kori asked, confused, but then smiled immediately. "Gladly, new friend Harley... or do you prefer to be called Vampire Bat?"

"YOU can call me whatever you want sweetie. I've never done it with an alien before... Hey... Why is the picture gone? Hey... What are you doing?" she mumbled loudly and tapped energetically on the keys. Until she was grabbed by the collar and Batman pulled her into the arsenal.

"Your suit isn't ready yet, so you'll probably have to come along as Harley."

"Where are we going Mr. B. Are we hunting Black Mask? Oh I'd really like to ruffle that penguin's feathers... oh... or that big guy... from the other world... Shall we visit him?"

But instead of answering her, he only made a connection with Barbara.

"Hey boss. What's up?"

"Harley and I are going to your place."

"Something serious? Is she finally getting her outfit?"

"No." He replied and as Harley changed, he whispered. "I'm going to fuck her soul out and I want you to record it all. We'll shoot our own little porno. Full surveillance, even in the car."

The last thing he heard from Barbara was a long drawn out scream of a huge orgasm.