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Disclaimer: The fictional characters portrayed in this story are not my own and are used for satirical purposes only. Batman was created by artist Bob Kane and writer Bill Finger, Superman was created by writer Jerry Siegel and artist Joe Shuster, Harley Quinn was created by Paul Dini and Bruce Timm and the Arkham Asylum was developed by Dennis O'Neil with art by Irv Novick. All rights to these characters and places belong to DC Comics.

A few months before Superman’s disappearance…

Sitting in his cave deep under Wayne Manor, the Dark Knight was investigating clues on a series of bank robberies, when the alarm was triggered. He had installed several surveillance devices in and around Arkham Asylum to be the first to know if something went wrong within the institution. Apparently, one of the inmates had not returned to her cell after a scheduled therapy session. Batman pushed some buttons to make the batcomputer spill out more info on that specific inmate. When the name appeared on the screen, it was all he needed to know: Dr. Quinzel, Harleen. He knew that instant Arkham had a big problem. A quick scan of the other cells increased his concern. It showed an unusual behavior of the patients locked in there, drastic deviations from their normal pattern of movement. They were apparently tied up and struggling. It took Batman a mere second to conclude that Dr. Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn, had taken out parts of the Asylum’s staff and replaced them with the actual inmates.

Whatever the greater plan was behind that, it sure meant nothing good. He had to act fast. Before he could turn though, the computer received an incoming video call. It came from the inside of Arkham. Batman answered the call, and Harley showed up on the screen. The person accompanying her was no one he had expected: Catwoman! Her limbs bound together, gagged and her private parts exposed, the cat burglar was dragged into the frame on a leash, humiliated like an animal! Harley smiled into the camera. “Is this thing on?”, she said, “Hi Bats! How ya doin’? I thought I might give you a call since I have your attention now! Oh, yeah, we kicked the alarm off on purpose, I mean, do you really think I’m THAT clumsy?” He stared at the screen, into the pleading eyes of Harley’s captive. “What do you want?” he asked in his calm, deep and unemotional voice.

“Huh? Why do you think I always want something? Can’t a girl just call her biggest idol once in a while and have a little chat? Well, maybe I just wanted to brag about my new pet here! I always wanted a little kitty, but my dad would never allow me one… Isn’t she cute? But she’s a cheeky one, too. She looks like she can’t wait to meet all the guys I’ve freed, just like they can’t wait to get all that pent-up frustration out of their system… You know, some of them haven’t had a girl in years! What do you think, shall we lead Miss Kitty-Cat down the cellblock and see if she purrs when all those men have their way with her? Otherwise, you might come around and pick her up!” It was a trap, obviously. But what choice did he have?

The Dark Knight arrived at the Asylum through one of the many secret corridors, unseen by police or the public. If no one had gotten attention of what was going on by now, he figured it was better to keep it that way to prevent a panic. He was so sure he would have everything under control, he did not even bother informing Alfred about this. Harley was to be under lock and key before she or her minions could cause any serious harm. When Batman opened the door at the end of the narrow pathway, a strange feeling began to creep up on him. He felt weak. He was… afraid. Something he had not felt since that fateful night his parents had died. He scanned the small, dusty maintenance room the corridor led to and immediately noticed a ventilation shaft emitting a strange green gas. Before he could reach for the inflatable gasmask stored in his belt, he sank down to his knees, all the confidence inside of him replaced with fear. The room’s door opened, and he could only watch as Harley danced in. Her mad smile was the last thing he saw before he passed out.

Batman woke up and found he could not move. He was strapped down to a hospital bed and although he instantly fought his bounds, he could not break them. The bed was obviously moving, and he heard the clicking of heels echoing through the corridor. It was not the first time for the caped hero to find himself in a similar predicament. For some reason, this time, that crazy clown girl had put him in a nylon pantyhose and gagged him. What worried him much more though was that his penis was locked into a tight steel tube! Protruding from the steel belt fastened around his waist was a black rubber phallus... It did not need the best detective in the world to conclude what Harley had in mind with that. She had impatiently waited for her prey to wake up. Now, she stopped the bed and stared happily into Batman’s blue eyes, blew him a kiss and smiled.

"Looks like I caught myself a little bat!", she said. "Welcome to Dr. Harley's institute for the mentally unstable, haha! Finally, I can try to heal you from your delusions of being a big strong hero! You're just a patient now, an inmate in the very asylum you helped to send me to. I think it was time for a little payback. But don't worry, I'll keep you company. Believe it or not but I have some issues myself... You know, I have a serious fetish... I like the rather dark guys... And especially you, Bats! I have been dreaming about riding your hard strong cock. But that's a favor I can't grant you, so..."

Harley grabbed the black fake penis and gave it a stroke, and despite Batman's efforts to keep his mind clear, the sight of the sensual blonde performing such naughty things aroused him to no end! His actual penis tried to get hard inside its tube, even increasing his desire. What was happening here? “Well, Batsy! I thought since you like wearing tight suits and pantyhose so much, I could make your stay here a little more comfortable by having you wear this super tight straitjacket. It fits you much better than the actual inmates, anyway. And don’t you just love your new bat-belt? This really keeps you safe and secure! And it even came with another gadget – a rather big one, I might add, haha! I always had this fantasy of you, the dark knight, totally at my mercy… I can’t wait to ride that bat-cock until I scream, and you whimper in agony! You think you have will power, little ninja-boy? Just wait what else we got in store for you!”

“The arousal you feel is the combined effects of Scarecrow’s gas and Ivy’s pheromones. It has a long-lasting effect, you know? It's breaking all your willpower and is making you feel as weak and powerless as a child. And Ivy's pheromones... Oh gosh, I've seen her turn men into sex-craved monsters, haha! Too bad you can't release anything of the steam building up inside your poor bat-balls! I on the other hand will have some fun with you Batsy! You will have no control about your urges anymore, so just try to relax and enjoy the show. Your cock will ache and leak so much inside its cage, but I promise, we’ll keep you save and locked up in here, where you mean no harm to anyone!”