The sharp heel that stuck his abdomen and forced Batman's head to pop up put a small tear in the fabric of his suit. The blinding punch combined with the forcing of air from his lungs ensured Batman would be immobile for a moment and unable to fight back. He felt his arms get wrenched behind his back in a painful and awkward manner. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed from the pain as his shoulder was nearly torn, but not quite. He gritted his teeth and grunted continuously.<br/><br/>The tearing of his cape sank his heart and as he lost the ability to see Batman knew that things were not going to end well for him. No matter how much he had tried to gain the upper hand he had failed and once more fallen into the Joker's hands. His ability to speak was taken quickly away when a pair of wet panties were thrust into his mouth. Her nails having dug painfully into his cheekbones to force his mouth open. The flavor was sweet and savory. Honestly it was wonderful, he loved the taste of what he assumed to be her juices.<br/><br/>All of the sudden he felt a tug from his cape and Batman felt his body roll as he was drug across the ground on his front. He worked hard to keep his head off the ground while hearing the ground scratch and scuff his suit. She pulled him almost effortlessly, with the suit he was upwards of 300 pounds, and she pulled him like a ragdoll. That was a scary thought and a reminder of just how much damage she would be capable of. Without the ability to stop this he was simply along for the ride, no vision, no talking, just the floor scraping along.