A powerful sting brought Bruce out of the slumber he had been induced with. His chest hurt, the coolness of air engulfed his skin, not that it was cold but he suddenly found himself naked. The whip had stung, and at least now he understood why. Though understanding why didn't do much good once he obtained a further grasp on his current predicament. Not only was he practically naked, but he was also tied up to a St. Andrew's cross, his arms out, his feet spread, and he was well bound and at her mercy. It was not a position he was used to finding himself in and without his beloved utility belt he was virtually powerless to escape the situation.<br/><br/>His eyes focused on Harley as he felt something odd, wax, hot wax to be more exact, was careening down onto his shoulders. Soon it would continue to run from there, drying in patches. He turned his head to examine the bright green, pink, and blue wax. It was humiliating to say the least, and just another sign that Harley had a firm grasp of the situation. Bruce scrunched up his face in a look of disgust. He saw red lines on his arms and legs as well, some slight stinging was present in those locations, but his chest had taken the brunt of the blow.<br/><br/>He tested the bonds and found it to be futile, she had done well, obviously learned from Joker at some point.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300"> "So what do you plan on doing with me Harley? Use me as a whipping post?"</span>He tried to avoid the wax altogether, make it seem like it wasn't such a big deal to him. In reality he hated it, and it was a rather large blow to his ego. Bruce wished he hadn't fallen for the note and walked into the trap, but he had no way of going back now.