Being drug around by the Joker was humiliating enough, being in that position blindfolded by his cape and gagged by her panties made it exponentially more humiliating. It wasn't too long before Batman felt the first stair, his head was not prepared very well as it thudded off of a stair from his temple. Pain instantly shot through his head and neck as he tried to crane his neck to prevent anymore bumps from happening.<br/><br/>Batman wished for a distraction of some kind, any kind, but as the old saying goes, 'be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.' As the Joker started talking he groaned internally. Her voice was music to his ears but her words were poison. He listened to her talk about the chemicals in the vats making her who she was. Of course he inferred much of it and visualized much of what happened. He wanted to tell her she deserved it, that it was all a part of karma, but there was no way to do that.<br/><br/>Each stair was rough on his torso, he tried to use his legs to help, but the reality was they got beat up on the stairs as well. The final tug was brutal as he found himself slammed into the hard floor followed by a foot to the stomach that raised him off the ground. He gasped for air as shaky legs supported his frame. The yellow of the emblem covered in dirt, mud, dust, and scraped all to hell. The bat itself was scuffed almost clean off, and the rest of his suit had small tears on the surface. None went all the way through of course. The yellow utility belt looked worse for wear too with the button to unclasp it being worn down to almost nothing. It was a miracle the belt had stayed on. He felt the rope constrict around his neck, he could still breath but it was noticable for sure. He could tell her breath was on his cowl by the ears, her words scary and exciting all at the same time. He shook his head no one time before it dipped low in defeat. He knew there was no way out right now, and he was her puppet to control for the moment.