The wetness of a tongue grazing his cheek helped Batman know that he was still alive, barely conscious in his dazed state. There was nothing he could do to stop the woman on top of him from taking off his cowl. He wanted to protest, but there simply was not enough fight in him for it, the anger slowly started to build inside of him, though focusing on it became suddenly difficult. He may not have been able to directly feel her hands, but he could tell she was poking at his suit, and when her hands squeezed his inner thigh it sent a small reaction to his loins, causing them to stir slightly, and in that instant he was grateful for the preformed bulge in the codpiece. His hands weakly moved about to try and get her to stop searching through his utility belt, but when she found the remote to control his car, he knew things were about to get worse.<br/><br/>Still there was little he could do about it as she stood up, and a groan left his body as her foot connected with his side, a sickening thud could be heard. His suit offered protection from the front and back, but his sides were thinner to allow him some flexibility. He coughed a little from the blow, and before he knew it he was being drug across the ground toward the batmobile. It was interesting how she managed to get him there, even more so how she managed to get him inside the big black vehicle, but she had managed. Clearly he had fallen for a trap, and now he was paying for it dearly.<br/><br/>The ride was crazy, fifteen minutes of pure hell. With the daze he was in all of the swerving that the crazy woman was doing began to make him nauseous. He did manage to avoid throwing up, but by the time she stopped at the destination he was not in a good place. He had kept his eyes closed to try and focus on anything else, and it took some time for his body to calm down while she poked him. He felt her lips on his cheek, and while Batman found it strange, it was also somehow nice, though he would never admit it. He opened his eyes after she mentioned showing him how sweet she could be, and helped follow her into the place. The green corridor was interesting, odd as well, the green was bright, much like the Joker would have used.<br/><br/>He watched the scantily clad woman twirl around him, and then he heard her mention drinks for her and puddin' clearly he was not this puddin' she spoke of, since she had referred to him as 'bats' the entire time. He wondered what her problem was, clearly she had split personality disorder or something to that effect. Either way Batman could tell she was dangerous in this state. He needed to subdue her, get rid of her. and he desperately wanted his cowl back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"I don't know who this 'puddin' is, but I am not him Harley."</span>He had heard her name get used, so he decided to use it as well. At least there was some form of a name to go with the face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"I don't know what kind of game you think this is, but we have one more stop, Arkham, a place I think you will enjoy, your kind of people."</span>It was Batman's version of sick, twisted humor. He was not in the mood for games, the daze was mostly gone, the nausea he was feeling had subsided, and he knew that she was responsible for the explosion at the hotel. He stood tall as he approached her while she was behind the bar. His usual intimidating presence likely lessened by the lack of a cowl, his glare though still pierced into her. He grabbed a pair of cuffs from his utility belt and held them in his left hand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"Let's make this easy on you, you won't have to get hurt, and you can enjoy some padding for a long time."</span>