It wasn't  a long walk to the staircase that lead down to one of her playrooms. This one she kept as a secret away from the members of her crew. She enjoyed having her own hide away...and that whoever she brought here could scream all they wanted and no one would hear.<br/><br/>As she pulled The Bat around the corner and down the first few steps, gravity making pulling him along easier than pulling him and his bulky suit across the floor.<br/><br/>"You know this place is what made me. I took a dip a while back in one of those vats and starting singing a whole new song. Got a fresh new look and it's been a wild ride. Kinda nostalgic being here with you now huh Batsy."<br/><br/>The joker prattled on while pulling The Bat unceremoniously down the staircase, his body thudding and banging along helplessly.<br/><br/>When they made it to the bottom of the stairs she gave an extra yank and pulled him down harshly to slam into the floor at the base then bid him stand with a hard kick to The Bats stomach.  "Up you go now Batman!" Once standing she took his lead rope and looped the extra around his neck, never uncovering his eyes or removing her panties from his mouth.<br/><br/>The effect was beautiful. Battered and bruised The Bat stood before her, his suit scuffed and torn. The Bat emblem almost scratched off completely as his Cape hung tattered from his shoulders. His arms were still pinned behind his back with the excess strung up his back to wrap around his neck the last of it resting in her hand as a proper leash.<br/><br/>Leaning to whisper hotly in his ear, "I have a perfect little bench with your name on it Batman."