The Joker addresses the crowd!

Suddenly, the crowd goes quiet as the doors to a room above them all opens up and the clown prince of crime himself smiles down at the crowd. All of the men cheer at their boss, and he bows his already wide smile growing wider, “yes thank you!” he yells, “thank you! Ladies and...well, I guess there aren’t any ladies in this crowd” he says, narrowing his eyes and acting like he is looking for any, “and you sure as hell aren’t gentlemen! Heh, did you any of you even offer their coats to the poor underdressed mistress dangling above you? No? Well of course you didn’t!” He laughs, “look at her!”

The thugs whoop and holler, whistling and hurling obscenities at the naked Batgirl once more, but they all stop when Joker holds up his hand to silence them. “You really should be more careful where you decide to handcuff yourself naked young lady” Joker says, now addressing Batgirl, “why if I hadn’t of sent Harley sooner you could have caught a cold!”

“L-let me go!” Batgirl yells at Joker, who laughs at her demand. “Why whatever for?” he asks, “No no, you’re here as our guest, and a guest deserves to be shown a good time! I, as a gracious host, will make sure that you are properly attended to!” The crowd cheers as the joker speaks eager to see what he has planned.

Joker snaps his fingers, and the crane is move down up, and the hook Batgirl is hanging from is moved so that she is now hanging right in front of the Joker. Batgirl tries with all of her might, but she finds that she can’t move at all, her limbs failing her completely due to whatever was in the dart. “Hold on my dear, let me turn you around!” Joker then puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her around, giving the men the best possible look of her front they could get, all of them cheering once more.

Joker pats her back as if he was comforting her, “there there, chin up!” he says as he pushes her chin up with his fingers, “they are only complimenting you, after all, you are the one that decided to dress that way!” Batgirl cringes, but Joker isn’t exactly lying. She is the one that decided to follow Catwoman into that club the way she did...

“So...” Joker begins, the crowd going quiet again to hear what he has to say, “what shall we do to our beautiful guest?” he asks. “Shall we...discipline her for being so careless about her clothes?” Joker than slaps her ass with a loud smack, causing her to wince and the men to cheer encouragingly. “Or...” he then moves his hands up to her chest, both of them resting on her breasts, “should we give her a full body massage with over a hundred different masseuses?” Joker then pokes his over her shoulder, his chin resting on it, “that’s all of you by the way!” As he speaks he caresses her nipples with his gloved thumbs, causing a few moans to escape her lips despite herself. The men seem to really like that last idea, their cheering is almost deafening. “No...” Joker says as he lets go of her breasts, “but whatever should we do?” He strokes his chin as if he’s thinking, “Harley!” he yells.

“Yes Mr. J?” Harley Quinn asks, walking up to Joker and standings beside him. Joker turns to Harley, “Harley! I seem to be having trouble deciding what we should do with our little minx here. Tell me, what do you think we should do?”