Harley involves her goons in the fun

Harley smiled and brought a finger to her chin, considering what her next move should be and closely watching the Bat’s dazed expression.

“Duhhh…” Batman reeled, still not fully there even if he wasn’t quite asleep yet. And his dick was just throbbing…

Harley grinned as she made her decision, holding the kneeling Batman upright at her feet with a hand on each of his broad shoulders.

“Hey gals~!” Harley called out, cupping a hand to her mouth and turning her head to the van. “Get out here! You’re gonna wanna see this…”

Slowly, one-by-one, each of Harley’s henchwomen stepped cautiously out of the van and into the bank. There was a collective gasp when they saw Batman on his knees, Harley Quinn holding him up by the shoulders and with a dainty foot placed on his crotch. His eyes were glazed, and his limp arms hung uselessly at his sides.

“No way!” the girls began whispering to each other.

“Oh my god, Harley beat him!”

“Look at him! He’s so tipsy!”

“Yep!” Harley said back in a bright tone. “Got him nice and sleepy for us. Cmon, don’t be afraid, come take a closer look.”

Harley gently caressed his throbbing dick with her foot as she spoke. Building in confidence, her henchwomen came in closer to get a good view of the groggy, stimulated dark knight on his knees before their boss. Apparently, his mistress. His glazed eyes didn’t even react as the curious henchwomen stepped closer to examine his body.

“He’s barely even with us!” one of the girls giggled, breaking the awed silence of the group. “Yoohoo! Batman, are you there?”

Everybody broke into a giggle fit together as Batman could only groan sleepily in response, his cowled head drooping his chin towards his defeated chest’s famous bat symbol.

“Awright, help me get him ta his feet. I wanna teach you gals that there’s nothing to be afraid of in this city but pretty faces.”

The excited henchwomen quickly helped Harley to stand the woozy Batman up and lean him against a nearby wall, which his back slid slightly down the second there weren’t any hands holding him up. Each of the girls’ hearts were throbbing even harder than Batman’s cock at the public humiliation he was facing. Harley loved the slight red flush to her crew’s faces, the glint in their eyes that said they felt like they could take on the world and win right now.

All of the girls were intently studying Batman’s rugged body as he leaned heavily back against the wall, and Harley had noticed that the ones who had thrown his burly but useless arms over their shoulders to pick him off the ground had also danced their fingertips over his dick. Harley Quinn was the last one who would reprimand her team for having a bit of fun, but it was cute how they tried to brush it off as unintentional each time their hands ran over the prominent outline of Batman’s cock. The thrill of doing something so dreadfully wrong was only amplified by the open secret, even higher than helping a psychotic blonde defeat the city’s manly symbol of hope already thrilled them.

Standing back and forming a semi-circle around where Batman “stood” against the wall, staring at his bulging cock and burly muscles - the muscles that their waif ringleader had somehow overcome in seconds - the girls awaited orders.

“Alright, line up.” Harley grinned, her eyes leeching off of Gotham’s hero just as much as her girls’ were. “I said I wanna show ya that he’s nothing to be afraid of. So you’re each gonna get a go at punching him until he's knocked out to prove it.”

An excited collective gasp sounded over the bank.

“When you feel your fists connect with his chin and turn his lights out, none’a these costumed fools are gonna have squat on you ever again. Not after dropping their big scary boss to sleep. Batgirl interrupts a heist, Robin or Nightwing try take back your hostage…? Knock ‘em out!” Harley cackled as her girls rushed to form an orderly line, fighting over who’d get to be first to chin the big bad Batman, nervous excitement filling the air as they whispered and chattered to each other.

“…Oh, and Batman? You’ve just gotta stand still and take it. And if you don’t… if you try to fight, if you move an inch when their fists are comin at ya… I’ll knock you out myself. I’ll punch your head like a speedbag. And I won’t stop until you’re foaming at the mouth.”

The threat shook the once-stoic Batman to his core. Instantly, he was like a scared little boy afraid to upset his mommy, and he dared not disobey. And with that, the most dreadful night of Batman’s storied career began.

Harley made sure nobody was left out - everybody there got to k.o. him, and they all had fun with it. After each knockout, a grinning Harley Quinn would mount his hips and slap him awake, then stand him back up again for the next in line to have a crack at. Each time they stood him up, he was trembling and even more groggy. Towards the end they actually had to get two girls to hold him up for the next knockout, propping him up like a damned scarecrow. Those not currently chinning the Dark Knight had fun counting out loud together how many punches it took them each.

“Ooonneee… twwoooo…”

There was a loud cheer of celebration each and every time a strike separated his weak mind from his crumbling body, even louder when it was on a lower number. Thanks to Harley’s threats, Batman was **** to just stand still and take it, too sure that she would follow through to even attempt to fight back or move out of the way.

The girls not currently cleaning his clock may have been cheering each time he dropped asleep, but the actual artist whose fists painted the famously stern superhero’s slumber session each also had their own… unique ways of celebrating. One particularly athletic African girl kicked him twice across the face to knock him out cold, then celebrated by doing squats right over his sleeping masked face. The mythical Batman, sleeping under a heavy black ass. A hysterically laughing goon pointed out how the thief’s foot strikes to his head had done more than rattle his noggin, and that they’d actually made his excitable dick pop in his bat-pants. The black henchwoman laughed in response, and started twerking on his cock with her big ass, grinding on it and coaxing the loser dick to pump out even more cum into the batsuit’s crotch in total submission.

“What’s wrong, Batman? Is my body better than yours?”

Another gently ran a hand over his abs, then grabbed him by the bat-ears of his cowl and repeatedly banged the back of his head against the bank’s wall until his legs gave out and he faceplanted, fast asleep. The eager green-eyed blonde then rolled him over and wrote “pussy ♥” in big letters over his bat symbol in red lipstick, with a broad and cheeky grin of satisfaction.

Yet another pulled his face into her tits to muffle his complaints, then pulled him to the floor and sat her ass on his fucking face until he wasn’t moving or making any sounds anymore. That one made him cum in his suit just before bedtime too. Having his face engulfed in a criminal’s ample derrière was just too much for Batman to take, even if she hadn’t been stroking at his bulge with her fingertips, and the last thing he felt before his vision went out was overwhelming pleasure and defeat. She rode his face for a while as punishment for losing his load and nutting to just her fingers. Also, because it was so fucking hot.

Another mischievous thief had her fun verbally degrading him while pinching his nose closed with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, watching as his oxygen ran out. “Look at me, Batman. Look at me,” she watched closely as the light in his eyes slowly faded, until he fell flat on the floor snoozing. “Oops… is the little loser tired?”

Others just clipped him on the chin a number of times with their female fists until he was deep asleep, under their spell, and down for the count. Though many also spiced things up with some taunts, both before and after his body went limp.

“Not so scary now, huh?!” The excited last-in-line wound back her fist, having waited a long time for her turn and having had to watch her friends knock Batman out over and over again. She’d been waiting for this, planning this… picturing this. And so, with a wide grin, she let her fist fly freely.

CRACK

Falling like a stone, Batman dropped to her feet, out cold. There was a massive uproaring cheer at the one-shot K.O.

“One shot! One shot!”

“THAT WAS SO GREAT!” the last thief roared, standing above a snoozing and heavily defeated caped crusader, with said cape draped over his **** body.

“Alright girls, nice work,” Harley said, walking sultrily over towards the down-and-out superhero. “What a snoozefest! Get it?! But watching you have your fun’s got me all horny. So now it's time for the main event.”