Harley Quinn

'It seems Harley is feeling left out,' Bruce thought as he watched the video of Quinn holding up a bank. He began to suit up, only to pause pulling on his boots, 'she is a good looking, young, nubile woman. What if I can't stop myself like with Ivy.' However another part of Bruce couldn't help but want to field test this pheromone, and the perfect test would be someone like Quinn.

Even with the growing pressure Bruce was confident that he could control himself even faced with someone who used her sex appeal as a weapon like Quinn. So Bruce continued to suit up and soon dawned his spare cape and cowl.

Batman rushed off to the Batmobile and shot off to The Central Bank of Gotham.

-At the bank-

By the time Batman arrived at the scene the police had set up a barrier around the bank. Batman hid the Batmobile in a dark alleyway a few blocks down from the bank and perched on a nearby building observing the scene from afar. 'It seems that Quinn is in a stand off with the cops,' Batman thought as he looked down to the police, 'The police led by Detective Ellen Yin.' Batman couldn't help but think that Yin looked like the perfect dessert to the main dish of Quinn, before shaking that thought away, 'Focus.' Letting out a ragged breath Batman continued to assess the situation.

'The longer I wait before acting the higher the chance's of Harley escaping,' Batman thought trying to come up with a way into the bank without getting any hostage's killed, 'Then I won't be able to give the bitch what she deserve's.' Batman would like to say that thought was of jail time, but in reality all he could think of was plowing Harley pert ass until she was too sore to sit. 'I can enter through the ventilation shaft in the back,' Batman said pulling out his grapple gun, 'then I can take out the thugs one by one, and save Harley for last.'

Batman pulled off the grate of the vent and slid inside. True to his word Batman took the thieves down one by one, 'They're going down too easily, and I don't see Harley anywhere, somethings wrong,' Batman thought as he dragged the last remaining thug into a dark corner. "Where's Quinn, punk?" Batman growled slamming the man against the wall.

"I-I, uh, I don't know," the thug stammered out through tears, "She just said we should set up the hostages around the windows and keep saying she's in charge."

"But she was here, wasn't she," Batman said pulling the thug in closer.

"Yeah, she was," The thug said, "But she said she needed to use the restroom and the last guy that checked on Harley in the restroom, well he ain't much of a "guy" anymore."

'The woman's restroom in the central bank has a sewer access built in behind a false wall,' Bruce thought as he choked the man ****. 'Quinn's already gone.'

Walking up to one of the hostages Batman pulled the girl to her feet and removed her hood, 'Quinn's not here but this could be a consolation prize,' Batman shook his head, 'No, you can't just take any woman you want. Even if she is all tied up like a Christmas present, and her body looks delicious.' The woman's gasp drew Batman back to reality, "I need you to do something for me." Batman said as he began untying the girl.

Her eye's grew wide and her mouth watered as she said, "Anything."

'Shit, I forgot about the pheromone,' Batman thought before raising an eyebrow, 'she did say anything.' Bruce quickly shook that thought to the back of his mind. "When the police come in ask for a Detective named Ellen Yin, she'll be the attractive asian, tell her I'm in pursuit of Harley Quinn who has escaped through the sewer access in the ladies restroom."

The girl looked slightly disappointed hearing what Batman wanted from her. "Oh, okay I can do that, but I did mean anything if you want something else?" The girl seemed almost ****.

"Just do what I asked," Batman said before adding, "and I'll keep you in mind if I ever need, anything." Batman rushed off down the sewer access to find Quinn.