Right on schedule

No sooner had Joker cleaned out the mess Ms. Kyle had made then a very battered Batman came tumbling out of the adjacent room, coughing on smokey gas.

"Y'see, Bats? This is the problem! We've done this so many times that I know what you know that I know so I can take advantage that I know you know I know it! It's madness!" He dragged the half-conscious Dark Knight over to a restraining table, tying him spread-eagled across it while disarming the Batsuit's numerous escape contraptions with a bored expression.

"A little acid to deal with your suits Faraday cage, a micro-EMP to short out the automatic deployment of your gas mask, a paralytic mixed in with an aerosol... Bats, that was too easy! I'm getting bored! And you know how much I hate that." He pulled a lever and the recovering Catwoman was raised to the level of the table, turning so that she was hanging face down, and he gave Batman's table a shove to roll him underneath her.

"Catwoman?" Batman asked. Selena didn't meet Bruce's eyes, shame and anger written across her face as her exposed breasts hung between them. "What did he do to..."

Joker hit him with the spray of a perfume bottle. "You really shouldn't still be able to talk, Bats, so I guess you can still surprise me after all. But anyway: Yes! Look who's going to be joining us for tonight's entertainment! Or rather, she is tonight's entertainment. Always wanted to try this with you, just never figured you'd agree... Heh, Thanks for being a good sport!"

Joker paced around the two restrained lovers, drumming his fingers together excitedly. "See now this is interesting! Fun and new, my hearts nearly exploding with anticipation!"