Batman decides to face Harley Quinn

Batman made his decision. He would leave to fight her. Even if his chances were low, he couldn't stop the mission. He had to honor his promise. And that was the only reason he was going out to see his dominating mistress again, assuredly.

"C'mon!" Harley chided as her goons worked carrying bags of cash into their getaway truck. "We haven't got all day! I wanna fit in some zumba after this!"

She proudly looked around the bank, hands on her wide hips. Her all-female crew had done great work. The vault door was blown off its hinges, and the Bank's security, customers, and clerks were all passed out on the ground from the gas they'd flooded into the area first. So long as the police didn't have a secret satellite viewing system she didn't know about, nobody should even know they were here. It was perfect.

Harley, like the rest of her crew, was wearing a face-covering gas mask to avoiding breathing in the invisible sleepy smoke. The face of her mask was a big semi-circle of clear plastic with the breathing apparatus lower down, allowing full viewing of her beautiful face and its white makeup, while the rest of her crew work standard goggled masks. She was just so proud of the gals - she'd only been training them up for a short time now, and they were already showing such promise.

"It's Batman!" one of the goons suddenly yelped, drawing Harley's attention. Her face lit up immediately. Oh, right! Batman! She'd almost forgotten about him!

"Goodie!" Harley Quinn beamed, skipping over to the goon and lifting a hand above her eyes. "Where? Where?" she asked, surveying the area in an overacted display.

Suddenly, Batman dropped down behind the pair. Connecting a palm strike to the back of the henchwoman's head and dropping her, he quickly attempted to sweep Harley's legs out from under her, but she was able to jump forward and spin around in time. The rest of her goons dropped their sacks of money and booked it, jumping into the getaway van and pulling the shutter door closed.

"Ah, Mr. B!" Harley said, happily, opening her arms as if expecting a greeting hug. Then, her face shifted to one of confusion, and her arms drooped a little. "Uhhh... Mr. B? You ain't lookin' so good..."

Batman stumbled a few steps back, feeling his heart pound from the front-on view of Harley in her costume. He felt faint... was it over already? She wasn't even out of costume, and it was already enough to... no. Wait- no!

He shot quick glances around the bank as his heart started thumping. He'd been so focused on how he'd take out Harley quickly, he hadn't even noticed - the sleeping civilians, the gas masks! How had he missed it? He was supposed to be the world's greatest detective! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Harley put her hands on her hips and leaned forward, raising an amused eyebrow and watching as the ever-sleepier Batman fumbled to get his rebreather out from his utility belt. Gosh, what an embarrassment... luckily for him, he was able to get it in his mouth before dropping facedown to the floor stone-cold asleep, and as he sucked in his first fresh breath of air, he turned to look back at Harley - only to see her amused face as she watched him, not even bothering to take advantage of the situation and headkick him to bed. Hell, if she'd even just grabbed his wrists he surely would've gotten gassed out. Was she really so confident? So unafraid of him? The thought enraged him. It infuriated him. It made his dick throb.

Acting fast, before she could finally decide to take advantage of him and put him down for the count, Batman rushed forward and took her into a tight bearhug, lifting her slightly off the ground. His arms constricted her body, pinning her arms to her side and holding her still. He wouldn't finish her off like this, but it would at least give him a chance to recover from that gas, which was still having quite an effect on his strength and thinking... and of course, thanks to Harley Quinn's thorough work, the sleepier it made him the more he ached to cum, the more sleep beckoned him.

Breathing deep, diverting his gaze from her amused expression, he tried to regain himself and hold her still. But it wasn't to be. Harley grinned, pulled her head back, and headbutted him clean out in one foul swoop.

"Ouh!" Batman let out an embarrassing sound as lights danced across his vision and his arms lost all their strength. His legs gave way beneath him and he dropped to his knees, releasing the lithe criminal psychiatrist who'd just flash-ko'd him in one go.

Her nimble feet made gentle contact with the floor of the bank again, and she cocked her hips and bent forward to lean in close as he dropped to his knees, moaning.

"A bit chinny, arentcha?" Harley teased. "Geez, it's almost like somebody squeezed all a' the fight outta ya already. Oh, wait... ha! It was me! I'm the one that fucked you up!" she announced proudly to her captive semi-**** audience.

Getting no response beyond a tired groan and a THUMP THUMP of his dick, Harley smiled and leaned back. She brought a finger up to her chin thoughtfully, looking between the pathetically kneeling Batman and the closed van full of her goons-in-training.

"Now... where should I take ya to finish this off, I wonder? Should I knock you out in front a' my gals, or keep it between the two of us?"