Batman could do nothing but watch, listen, wait, and be used as a puppet in the Joker's execellent plan as the execution unfolded before his very eyes. Dirty cops didn't surprise the man very much, in spite of his best efforts to keep them out of the Gotham City Police Department once Jim Gordon was gone and retired they came back in full force. The new Comissioner was not exactly the catalyst, but he had very little gruff about him and was useless in quelling the criminal element from seeping in. It was why he relied less and less on the GCPD to help him, knowing they would stab him in the back at the first chance they got.<br/><br/>The women took the Joker's orders loosely at best. Sure enough they pinned and held him down, but they were not passive in their actions about it either. There were many pairs of hands on his body, all female in nature, and they were groping and prodding at his suit. As if these same women hadn't had enough of a feel when they were beating his ass all through an alley, now they were having fun with the prey once more. They massaged his biceps, his sides, his chest, his thighs, and hands even groped his crotch. It was impossible not to notice and Batman tried hard to plead and beg with them. "No, please... stop... what are you doing?"<br/><br/>Several voices rang out in unison, their soft melodious tones uncaring to his pleas. "Oh but little batsy watsy, you seem to be enjoying this so much." A clicking sound was heard as metal handcuffs were placed around his wrists, and with a sharp tug from two of the women he found himself lifted up to his feet roughly. It took a moment for his knees to cooperate. Indeed his body had been enjoying the groping, the hard-on pressed into the crotch of his suit was evidence of that. He was held in place to await the Joker and the collar she had for his neck.