Joker was giddy with excitement over seeing The Bat face to face for the first time; being able to look into his eyes, sense the uncertainty there, over what though? She wondered how well his wounds had healed; surely not fully given it had only been a few days since Brawl Night. Nor did The Bat look as if he came adequately prepared for tonight’s events, not that she could blame him, she had gone a tad overboard with her entourage, but she just could not resist the look of surprise she knew she would find when dear Batsy saw her in all her glory for the first time.<br/><br/>She was not disappointed.<br/><br/>The arrogant grin that slowly curled her lips could not be stopped as she watched The Bats eyes lustfully wander over her well displayed body inciting a return perusal of her own. His tall frame reaching higher than the average man so that he might even be able to look her in the eye with her killer heels on. His broad shoulders strong and defiant only made her want to rebel against him even more. The urge to climb this mysterious man like a tree and force her own wicked desires on him had crossed her mind more than once since the day she first laid eyes on him, that impulse only amplified now this close to the man attempting to enforce law and order into her little town.<br/><br/>He made slow steps toward her, his focus bouncing from her seemingly harmless form to the extra muscle she brought with her for the show.  While her attire was primarily a distraction it also hid precariously placed knives should the need arise…or if she got a wild hair and something just sounded fun.<br/><br/>He stopped but a foot away from her, his stance coiled from a poorly disguised attack. She was ready, after watching him and listening to his used tactics from her men that have fought him over the past few days, she had the advantage. She also hadn’t had to fight fifty some odd men days ago, so there was that. So when the threw his first punch she saw it coming, saw how his body tensed for it and the muscles clench telegraphing his intentions in preparation for the act.<br/><br/>She was light on her feet and had the added benefit of being naturally agile, her clothing also lending the ability for freer movement than his heavy suit. She ducked quickly landing a solid punch to a week spot in his armored suit in his side just under his ribs, remembering fondly the volley of attacks that had already been laid in the same spot oh so recently. Her hit striking it’s mark, she quickly danced out of his reach, and watched the strong man faultier.<br/><br/>And oh how she would love to have such a man on his knees before her, at her mercy. The mere thought made her sign in appreciation.<br/><br/>Her men began to circle them, a little more relaxed knowing I had everything in hand, but no less attentive lest something go wrong.<br/><br/>The Bat moved towards her again, lunging at her. “Naughty Naughty Batsy, it’s not nice to hit a girl.” She dropped to the floor, swooping her leg and knocking him off his feet. Joker quickly bounced back to her feet jumping onto the prone bat, her knees pressing into the backs of his shoulders as she quickly grasped his wrists, pinning him to the ground, his face smashed into the cold tiled floor, the men surrounding her snickering at the new predicament The Bat had found himself in.<br/><br/>“What’s a bat to do when he can’t use his wing?” she asked in a sing song voice, her ass bobbing with the cadence of her voice, the thrill of having him beneath her thrilling throughout her whole body.<br/><br/>“What do you think boys?” She asked the men that surrounded them, “He’s not putting up much of a fight, maybe Batsy here wants to be caught!” The Jokers voice raising an octave at the thought. “Is that is Batsy dear? Do you want to be my caged pet?”