"Ack...uhhhh..." Batman gasped as the leash around his neck was tugged harshly downward to allow the Joker to clamp it down. His fists dug into his back as his shoulders were pulled tight, painfully, but while they were on the verge of popping out his suit ensured that they did not. The pain would persist, though he was able to block most of it out. The clamping of his legs to the feet of the bench was the final touch to his lockdown. Batman was not moving, period, his head was confined, his legs clamped, his arms pinned, and any movement of his waist put added tension on his neck and shoulders which was a bad thing on both fronts.<br/><br/>He was still blinded by his cape and gagged by her panties as he heard two knives being procurred. Given how she had sliced and diced him and his suit before Batman could only wonder what her plan was this time. He heard the fabric of his suit tear, the pressure around his crotch was undeniable as he eventually felt the cool air of the room he was in. It was not too long before she had the material completely cut away and his cock freed. Most people might assume that he would be limp given the punishment, but he was in fact semi-hard. The pain killed some of the initial eroticism, but being bound up and pulled around like a little bitch was actually quite hot to him.<br/><br/>The realization that the Joker had no panties on confirmed that these were indeed hers and that she had not put pants back on. Her slick womanhood touching his shaft ellicited the best moan he could muster through the gag. When the Joker spoke to him there was no way to respond, as much as he wanted to, there was not even a chance at shaking his head. "Ess," was the best he could produce and even the 's' sound was iffy sounding.