She sets him loose, and he can't take a punch

Batman slowly blinked his eyes awake, taking in deep breaths. He wasn't chained to the warehouse wall anymore. He was just on the ground. He looked up and around the room, still groggy, trying to figure out what was going on. His attention snapped upwards when Harley called out to him from the catwalk, one hand cupped to her mouth, the other holding his belt up high in the air.

“Alright, you’re free ta go!” she called out. Now that he'd been trained just as she wanted him, she was more than willing to set him free into Gotham again.

"H-Harley..." he started to talk back, groggy mind hoping he could somehow negotiate with her to get his belt back. How would he get back to the Batcave? Walk? With a multi-shot cumstained Batsuit, no communicators, and no change of clothes to move as Bruce Wayne? Harley Quinn shrugged.

"Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who likes getting your ass beat. I'm just somebody who knows how to best use that." she said. "Just because you get hard and get off to being punched doesn't mean the gal that knocks you out and makes you shoot cum's to blame, ya know."

Hanging his head, he rose to his feet. Taking a moment to awkwardly glance around the warehouse, thinking that there might be a trap or a trick of some kind at play, he eventually settled on his deep hopes that she was being truthful and that everything would be okay. He started shuffling towards the door, his legs weak and like jelly from not being used for so long.

“Oh, hey!" Harley got his attention again. "I betcha wondering why I never took your mask off. Well, B-Man, I don’t really give a hoot who you are. All I care for’s that you cum quick and sleep easy. With you finished, I can do whatever I want, so that's why you’re free to go now. Hey, maybe if you ever come for seconds to try stop me, I even get a chance to sleep you in the field in front of my crew. A headscissor would do! Get myself some extra cred, ‘n get you some drool on that chiseled jaw o’ yours. You’re welcome any time!”

Face burning, Batman turned and hurried the rest of the way out of the warehouse, cape fluttering behind him as he ran. Harley watched him with a contented smile and half closed eyes, head resting on her hand as she leaned on the catwalk's banister. She did hope he'd come for another try at her sometime so that she could take advantage of her updates to his circuitry some time, with him fully prepared and confident. It would make for such a satisfying K.O. She couldn't wait to see what was next for the big bad Bat after the little magic she'd worked...

Batman took little time to recover. He was shaken, and constantly getting aroused with no outside stimulation - something he'd never had to deal with before. His thoughts kept drifting to those weeks spent in Harley's tender care, the sheer control and power she held over him... he couldn't stand skulking around Wayne Manor with just his memories and desires, waiting for his brain to heal. He had to go out and set things right again. Of course, there was one problem with that plan - he was barely able to take a punch.

The first night back on the streets, he wanted to start with something easy. Gathering leads in a nightclub, one he'd broken down the door to several times before in the pursuit of information. He busted through the glass roof, sending the thugs running and screaming "It's Batman!". He couldn't help but smile, feeling more like himself already.

He rushed after one criminal in particular, who he knew had ties to Mr. Freeze's gang, and pinned her to a bar table as the other nightclub-goers ran off in a panic.

"Freeze. Where is he?" Batman said in his low, rumbling, intimidating voice, gripping the criminal by the collar as he interrogated the woman. His eyes flicked down to her cleavage through the partly-unbuttoned shirt briefly, but he shook his head to clear it.

"Erp!" the criminal started in a panic. On instinct, she took a wild swipe at him, which caught him in the side of the head right over the temple - and it knocked his lights out completely.

"Uhhhhhh..." he let out an unsteady moan, suddenly out cold, releasing her collar and stumbling one step backwards before his legs gave out beneath him and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Seeing her chance, the criminal immediately jumped to her feet and started to run off as soon as he loosened his grip, but stopped when she heard his weak moan and turned around to look. Batman was sitting back limping in his chair, a metal nightclub chair he'd haphazardly fallen into, arms dangling by his sides and heavy-lidded eyes gazing at the roof. Slowly, his limp body started to slide down the chair, and collapsed onto the floor.

The criminal was confused, but didn't want to take any chances and ran off in a panic anyway, leaving the Batman lying there **** in the empty club as the rest of the customers fled, music pounding and lights flashing. Her random blow had dropped him into a deep sleep, and it would be quite a while before he came to.

When he finally woke an hour later, he was still lying there, alone. He got unsteadily up to his feet, shuffled back up to the roof, and glided off towards the batcave, feeling ashamed and with his dick as hard as a rock.