Batgirl (an adventure in perversion)

Gotham Water Treatment Facility. 11:00pm

She bursts through the front door. She's exhausted, sweating. It's dark. There's not much to be heard. Not much besides laughter.

"Bat-Schweetie, you're late!" He sits on a beat-up, rusted old tank, his maniacal grin stretching from ear to ear.

Instantly she runs up to him and pummels him with a high-kick to the jaw. He flings across the room. She chases, grabbing him by the collar and punching him. He doesn't fight back.

Strange.

She looks around. No tricks. No goons. No fighting back.

"You've lost a step, Joker" She says. "You're not even going to fight back?"

"Why would I fight back?" He shrugs... and smiles.

"I know you plan on tainting Gotham's water supply tonight. But unless you know some way to do it from inside Arkham, I'd say your fun is over."

"Oh, my fun is over. That's a pun! How long I've waited for you bat people to develop a sense of humor."

Something is wrong. She feels sweaty, clammy, itchy even. He's too confident.

He goes on, gleefully. "I guess you're right. I certainly don't know how to taint... hee hee... taint the water supply from inside Arkham.... good thing..."

"Good thing what!" She feels herself becoming furious, hot, bothered.

"Good thing I did that last night. Hee hee hee hee haa haa hhaaaa haaaaahahahhaaa"

She drops him. It can't be.

"I told you hee hee, you're late." His eyes glow with sincere derangement. "I'm sorry did all my breadcrumbs... or bat-crumbs, or girl-crumbs... no, that one doesn't work at all... well did they lead you to think that was happening tonight?" A wicked grin. "Oops."

She feels her chest start to heave. Something moves to her right. She glances over.

Harley Quinn, looking... well, looking as she usually does, her blonde pigtails, her skirt, her corset top.

Is it always that tight? She wonders. Then shakes off the thought. Did she just stop to think about Harley Quinn's cleavage? That makes no sense. She's here to stop them not to linger on their voluptuous... stop... she needs to clear her mind.

"What did you do, Joker?" She snips.

"Me? I just want to make people smile. And I figured out the best way. But turning the citizens of Gotham into a bunch of wild, horny, animals."

It can't be true. But she knows it's true. And she knows she's been exposed. She's drank the water. She's showered. She's been wet. Wetness. She feels it grow from the itching between her thighs.

Harley steps up to her and smiles, placing a hand on her chest. She squirms.

"H...how?" She asks.

"Green M&M's mostly." Joker shrugs.

She narrows her eyes.

"I don't know. Chemicals. Phermones. I'd say ask the guy who cooked it up for us, but he's too busy fucking the Rogue's cheerleading squad." He smiles. Always smiling. "He made a good test subject too. Of course we doubled the dosage before we dumped it in the water anyway."

She feels angry and outraged. She feels Harley's heavy breaths on her face, on her lips. The sexy villainess, slips around behind her, undoing her cape, finding a zipper, starting to pull.

She has to... she has to... resist... if she can.