It wasn't long before poor Batman passed out due to blood loss and physical exertion due to extensive punishment and grueling beratment administered at Jokers hand, and after she had sent the video and numerous pictures she had taken off to all the local news networks, social media outlets as well as the GCPD.  Not that the police department was much to speak of anymore anyway. Most of them on her payroll or too wrapped up in their own vices to worry about actual police work.<br/><br/>Joker did however keep a few select pictures for herself to have blown up and framed to keep in her room to look at every night. Ones where he the grimace in pain as his back arched and his feet lifted from the floor during a particularly gruesome gash she placed on his side dancing beautifully across his ribcage and over the spot where the bat emblem used to reside. Said spot had to be stitched my hand due to the size or she risked loosing the pathetic bat before she finished her playtime.<br/><br/>As she pulled away in the batmobile headed back to her own little hide away and commiting to memory the location of his now not so secret cave, leaving the sleeping bat to figure it out for himself when he awoke what he would do about the ruckus she was sure to have stirred soiling The Dark Knights perfectly solemn image with her debauchery, and how he would get his car back...<br/>She wondered what he would think of her modifications...