Just another Manic Monday

Doctor Chase Meridian in the meeting room dressed as if she was ready to appear before a judge. The other lawyers sat around the table also dressed for court. The only one not dressed was former Doctor Harleen Quinzel appearing on a video call in the corner in her orange and black Arkham uniform. The State Prosecutor was clicking the remote for the projector and not even looking at it.

“The facts remain that the accused, Harleen Quinzel has yet to stand trial for fifty three counts of **** in the second degree, over a thousand counts of accessory to **** after the fact, hundreds of charges of grand larceny, countless weapons possession charges, and over ninety eight charges of unlawful possession of an exotic animal,” the attorney said as he put the remote down, “All of which have been very heavily documented, or do I need to continue?”

Chase looked up at the screen and saw the picture of the topless Harley being yanked into the sky by the batline from an escapade with Poison Ivy years ago.

“Ah, actually, could you continue, I am sure we don’t need to leave that slide up,” Chase coughed.

“What?” the Attorney asked before looking behind himself, “OH, right. Lets see…”

Chase could understand the reason for the inclusion of the picture, it showed Harley holding a soviet made bazooka that the Batman was keeping her from firing into a crowd. The slides changed to a index of version local, state and federal charges that were still unresolved against Qunizel.

Chase looked at them again and was struck with an odd thought, fifty-three counts of **** in the second degree, shouldn’t those be **** in the first degree? Chase shook her head unsure of who made the oversight, but it wasn’t her place to bring it up.

“I understand that,” the lead attorney for the public defense team said, “However, if she is no longer under the mental illness that compelled her to do commit these crimes in the first place, what justice would there be for holding her in prison?”

There was a knock on the door and the door opened.

“All rise,” the guard opening the door called.

In walked the Hispanic woman in a suit.

“This the conference on the Harleen Quinzel matter?” Judge Maria Vargus asked as stopped just inside the door.

“Yes your honor,” the lawyers all murmured.

“Given the amount of material I am still going over, the bail hearing will be at nine am tomorrow morning via teleconference,” Vargus said pointing at the massive binder in her left arm, “Is doctor Meridian in here? I would like a word with her.”

“Excuse me,” Chase said getting up and grabbing her note book.

The pair exited the conference room and went down the hallway towards the Judge’s chambers. They were at least a few doors away before Judge Vargus started to speak.

“I understand you spoke with the accused free of any outside influences,” Vargus stated.

“Yes, your honor,” Chase agreed.

“What percentage of this Russian Novel would you say is a result of the lawyers interjecting ‘yeah, but’s to your initial report?” Vargus asked.

“Is it that obvious?” Chase muttered to herself.

“A doctor doesn’t think about the legal definitions when **** when assessing if the acussed in sane enough to stand trial,” Vargus smiled, “As a heads up, unless something substantial comes up, I am inclined to leave the accused where they are without bail until their trial some time in April.”

“That is three months away,” Chase noted.

“This is a very high profile case,” Vargus said, “I am not conducting secret trials, but I am sure you can understand that I want to keep this out of the limelight considering the number of enemies the accused has.”

“Of course your honor,” Chase understood.

“I have one serious question,” Vargus said, “Did she show actual remorse?”

“I believe so your honor,” Chase shook her head.

“Then unless you want to go back to that shit show I suggest you sneak out the side door at the end of the hall there,” Vargus smiled.

“Thank you,” Chase smiled.

“See you tomorrow doctor,” Vargus dismissed the doctor.

*

Bruce tried to think of something witty to say, but came up blank as all eyes turned to look at him.

“I got nothing,” Bruce shifted so he was no longer resting his chin on his hand crossed his hands in front of him.

“At least he is wearing proper pants this time,” someone whispered.

It was loud enough that everyone heard in the sudden silence of the office room.

“OK, show of hands, who else didn’t bother getting fully dressed from the desk down?” Lucius Fox rose his hand.

It took a few minutes, but eventually everyone raised their hands too.

“And that is why I don’t hold meetings over video call unless absolutely needed,” Lucias said as he adjusted his bow tie.

There was a round of chuckles.

“Now I have a few serious things to go over with Mister Wayne, I will be down to talk to accounting and legal shortly,” Lucius smiled.

Everyone got the hint and stood up, everyone except for Bruce. Lucius walked over and took a seat beside Bruce.

“Anything important happen yesterday?” Lucius asked.

“Tim and Cassie had Steph over, but they forgot to tell Steph’s mother,” Bruce leaned back.

“Ahh…” Lucius said, “of course.”

“So what are we going to do about these patents?” Bruce asked.

“We were considering licensing them for free to who ever to improve the green nature of the automotive industry,” Lucius shrugged, “But because we know it is Lex Corps and they are up to no good, a part of me wants to stick it too them for as much as we can get.”

“And what are the more reasonable parts of you thinking?” Bruce asked.

“Negotiate a fair price,” Lucius shrugged.

“I am sure you will do the right thing,” Bruce said, “I am trying to get updates on what is going on with Harley Quin.”

“That will be interesting I am sure,” Lucius cocked his head.

“It has been so far,” Bruce said.

*

“You did me dirty,” Tim sneered at Dick.

“You think this is about you?” Barbara chuckled, “You three aren’t the first ones who have busted getting it on in a training area…”

“Nor will you be the last,” Dick added, “Remember Jay, Raven and Rose on the roof volleyball court?”

“That was kinky,” Barbra agreed, “My bets on Cassie and Connor next.”

“Safe bet,” Dick agreed.

“But still, B.B.?” Tim asked.

“Actually, we were planning on tying him up and leaving him while we when to get coffees down the street,” Barbara shrugged.

“Does she tie you up as well?” Tim asked Dick.

“That’s half the fun,” Dick said, “Go with the flow.”

*

Chase sat in the rented office space while she waited for the clients. She had to rent this one while the engineers figured out if it was truly safe for her to go back to work in her normal office building. So Chase didn’t have any of her normal office things to look over while she waited for the clients. She looked over the notes about her dream last night. It had started with Chase in a black rubber teddy, opera gloves, and stockings secured to a Saint Andrews cross while being ‘tortured’ by a black latex clad Catwoman, with kisses, vibrators, dildos, and other toys. Then she was dressed in a black rubber catsuit, knee high spiked heel sex boots, opera gloves and on open crotch zipper fucking Catwoman ass to ass with a big black double dildo between them.

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“I would like to try that in real life,” Chase smiled to herself, “At the very least on my way home get some of those outfits.”

Chase had looked up a few shops in town that claimed to stock latex fetish wear and she was hot with desire to look at what was in stock. There was a ring of the phone next to her at the meet room table.

“Doctor Meridian,” Chase picked up the handset, “Send her in.”

Chase hung up the phone and closed her personal notebook. She opened the other note book and looked over the request from the appointment. It had, oddly enough, been sent over by some lawyers for an estate. It seems that the late John Gray Senior had realized that his son John Grey Junior and his second wife, Erica Gray-Smith didn’t get along and put in that they should try to work out their differences with a therapist lest they both be cut off from the estate. Mrs Erica Gray-Smith was her one thirty, and John Junior was her two thirty. After that she would be free for the day.

“Thirty years old, widow…” Chase mused.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Chase called.

“Doctor Meridian?” the woman said.

“Mrs Erica Gray-Smith?” Chase asked as she got up.

“Yes,” the woman said.

“Come in, have a seat,” Chase gestured at the table.

Chase sized the woman up and down, she was a bit curvier for a gold digger, and more plainly dressed. Heels, mom jeans, a purple top and her past the shoulder brown hair curled.

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*

Chase couldn’t put her finger on why she had done it, but she had put Mrs Erica Gray-Smith under a trance and had started asking the woman questions that she had instructed the woman to answer truthfully. And it turned out that in truth, she was boring. She had had no contact with her husband before his first wife died. He had approached her, and at first she had agreed to the dates just because John Senior was handsome and charming. She hadn’t know about his wealth, but as she started to date the man, she fell in love and so she was married within a year. It all made Chase want to puke. The woman had no kinks, no fetishes, no bad habits to speak of, she actually liked her stepson despite his clear hatred for her.

“Erica,” Chase prompted, “Are you at all attracted to other women?”

“I mean some a pretty, but I have never wanted to have sex with them,” Erica murmured.

“Erica, I want you to think back to when you walked in the door, what did you think of my appearance?” Chase asked.

“I thought you were pretty, you have pretty eyes and your lipstick was perfect,” Erica muttered.

“You wanted to kiss me,” Chase commanded.

“I wanted to kiss you,” Erica repeated.

“You like looking at pretty women,” Chase commanded.

“I like looking at pretty women,” Erica repeated.

“You find pretty women sexy,” Chase said.

“I find pretty women sexy,” Erica repeated.

“Until out next meeting,” Chase added, “You will notice how sexy pretty women are, especially when they wear leather and rubber.”

“I will notice how sexy pretty women are when they wear leather and rubber…” Erica murmured.

“You will want to find a store to buy yourself sexy leather and rubber,” Chase added.

“I will want to find a store to buy myself sexy rubber and leather,” Erica muttered.

“Now Erica, when I clap, you will awaken, but have no memory of being hypnotized. When you hear me say ‘The Good Doctor says sleep,’ you will go back in a trance, but only when you hear Doctor Meridian say that phrase.”

“Yes Doctor,” Erica muttered.

Chase clapped once.

Erica shook awake confused for a second.

“Look at the time,” Chase said, “I will see you same time next week?”

“Yes of course doctor,” Erica smiled.

Chase got up and walked the woman out. Sure enough, the step son was waiting outside when Erica walked past him.

*

John Junior was slumped back in the chair as Chase circled him with a predator grin. The entranced nineteen-year-old had already admitted that John Senior had never cheated on either of his wives, but that he knew his mother had cheated on her husband and suspected that his step mother had cheated before his father’s ****. John Junior was also ashamed of himself over his getting a boner over his larger stepmother and having masturbated over pictures he had taken of her at the beach on vacation a few years ago.

“John, you like older women. You like MILFs,” Chase told the boy.

“I like older women, I like MILFs,” John muttered in his trance.

“You do not hate your stepmother nor do you hate yourself for feeling sexually attracted to her,” Chase commanded.

“I do not hate my stepmother, nor do I hate myself for feeling sexually attracted to her,” John muttered in his trance.

“You find Doctor Meridian sexually attractive,” Chase said.

“I find Doctor Meridian sexually attractive,” John murmured.

“You will fall back into a trance when Doctor Meridian says ‘Sissy Joan obeys Mistress’,” Chase ordered.

“I will fall back into a trance when Doctor Meridian says ‘Sissy Joan obeys Mistress’,” John muttered.

“Now I am going to snap my fingers and you will forget being in a trance,” Chase said, “But you will remember answering me completely honestly.”

Chase snapped her fingers.

“Now Mister Gray, next week you and your step mother will have an appointment together,” Chase informed the boy, “I will see you next week.”

“Of course Doctor,” John Junior demurred.

*

The fact that Harley was bisexual was pretty public knowledge by now. She had had numerous sexual relations with men, including Bruce Wayne, Nightwing and Joker, as well as women, Pam most of all. A part of her had wished that she had just settled on shacking up and becoming Mrs Bruce Wayne, she knew from hindsight that that plan was as stupid as finding true love with the Joker. In a depraved effort to keep herself from thinking about all the past murders and mamings she had done, Harley tried to fantasize about being punished. Somehow, she had gotten the idea in her head of Selina, Doctor Meridian and Doctor Astrid Arkham tying her up in a sex dungeon and punishing her for her crimes. In Harley’s mind’s eye, Selina was dressed up in a purple and black rubber medical hazmat suit, Chase in a white and red and Astrid in a black and red version complete with clear plastic helmets. They circled her as she stood immobilized spanking her, pinching her, fingering her, calling her a dirty slut, a bitch and reminding Harley of all of her crimes. It really was what Harley needed.

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*

Clark hear the unmistakable giggle of his cousin as he walked out of the sound proofed office of the Editor in Chief. Clark looked around but didn’t see her around. He did hear Jimmy ending a call as he walked behind Lois into their little sort of office. Jimmy was standing in the corner putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Jimmy,” Lois smiled as she walked in the office area and spotted the red-haired boy, “Got a simple job for you…”

“Oh no!” Jimmy gulped, “I don’t want to get arrested again.”

“Relax, it’s my kind of simple job,” Clark put a hand gently on the teenager’s shoulder.

“Oh, right,” Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, “What’s up?”

“They are opening up a new Captain Cluckers tomorrow at the corner of Teddy Rosevelt and C street,” Clark said, “I sort of volunteered you to go get some archive photos, you know before everyone shows up, the ribbon cutting, the location, all the normal stuff for the archive.”

“But get a good shot of the opening and write up a good blurb,” Lois said looking over her desk for something, “And I will try to get you published in the local section with a by line.”

“I can do that Miss Lane!” Jimmy smiled.

Clark noted that he would get a lot more for a news article photo than an archive one, and double that for the small notice about the opening over just a picture.

“Where are the notes on the Lex Corps electric vehicles?” Lois asked.

“I think you put it in a top drawer,” Clark said without looking.

“Ah there they are,” Lois said once she opened the drawer, “So Jimmy, who were you talking to on the phone?”

“I was just checking messages Miss Lane,” Jimmy blushed.

“Right…” Lois smirked, “Chief wants a Sunday spread on the announced Lex Corps EVs, did you file all the pictures Jimmy?”

“I kept the ones that were rejected,” Jimmy admitted.

“Well submit them again,” Lois stated, “So we can pay you for them.”

*

Batman landed on the roof top of the office building. There was a direct line of sight of to the penthouse apartment of Chase. It was a clear, but cold night.

“To think she just might hold Harley’s fate in the hands of her report,” Selina said as she walked up behind Batman.

“Last I heard you were rather upset with Quin for trying to poison your cats,” Batman noted.

“I might not fetishize the whole no killing rule like you do,” Selina noted, “But that doesn’t mean I am looking to have the state to kill her for me.”

Batman nodded. He got the sentiment, Harley and Selina had a complicated relationship, but the **** penalty was a touchy subject for everyone. Chase was in the bedroom squirming her way into a black rubber catsuit.

“She looks nice in that,” Catwoman smiled.

“Hmmm,” Batman nodded.

In the apartment, Chase was searching the bags until she found a small bundle of black rubber. She pulled it over her head revealing a black rubber hood with two little cat ears molded into it.

“Oh hell no,” Selina started, “She better not think she can slink around my roof tops in that outfit.”

“Someone is feeling Catty,” Nightwing said as he came up to the conversation.

Catwoman turned to Batman and held up a finger.

“I have this,” Catwoman said before turned to Nightwing, “Go search the parking lot for evidence.”

“I hate both of you.” Nightwing muttered.

“Love ya’ Hotwings,” Selina snickered, “Now, where was I? Oh, right! The good doctor better not get any ideas about replacing me as the Catwoman!”

In the penthouse, Chase was already stripping off the hood and catsuit and going back to the shopping bag for another outfit. It was a pink skater dress.

“That is nice, is that a bat emblem on her tits?” Spoiler asked as she landed.

“I think so,” Black Bat said as she landed next to Spoiler.

“Let me guess, you want one in purple?” Robin asked as he landed behind the two batgirls.

“Excuse me, not for kids!” Catwoman hissed.

“We are 19,” Black Bat said.

“Come back later, I am trying to work here!” Selina snapped.

The other junior partners went to leave, but Black Bat slipped something from her utility belt and handed it to Batman, Catwoman about burst out laughing when he opened his hand and looked at the roll of condoms.

“What have you been teaching those girls?” Catwoman purred.

“I thought you taught them that,” Batman rolled his eyes.

The pair looked at each other for a long second before turning back to the doctor. Chase was trying on a black leather corset mini-dress.

“She really needs someone to help her put that on,” Catwoman purred.

“First hand experience?” Batman prompted.

“You didn’t complain when you took mine off in Venice,” Catwoman rubbed against Batman.

In the Penthouse Chase was taking off the leather corset dress and going back over to the shopping bags and pulled out a new outfit.

“What do you think this is?” Catwoman prodded.

“This is your area of expertise,” Batman retorted.

Chase pulled on a pair of black rubber booty shorts. She then turned to the second item. Chase pulled it over her head and turned around. It was a black rubber tee-shirt with a pink bat logo on the chest over a pair of crossed purple riding crops.

“I wonder if they have one with my cat mask?” Catwoman purred.

“That’s it, I am going to search the parking lot for evidence,” Batman turned and walked away.

*

Chase sat in her bed in her rubber booty shorts and the cotton version of the Bat Mistress Tee-shirt she bought after work. She reviewed her schedule for the next day. She had to appear in court for the bail hearing, but then she had a few appointments in the early afternoon. She picked up her phone and looked for messages. Seeing none, she texted Bruce good night and got up to brush her teeth. The custom shop would take some time to make the made to fit items she ordered, but they would be worth it. A part of Chase thought back to Harley laying on that mattress in her plexiglass cage. Chase wondered what it would be like to share a bed with Harley… She shrugged and went to bed. She was sure tomorrow would be a long day.