Her excitement grew with every report in from another group with word in of their own “meetings” The Bat. Joker’s face a glow with her delight practically seeping from her pores at each small victory. Batsy thought to taunt her and she was more than willing to step up to the plate and play his little game. Little did The Bat know, she was an all or nothing kind of girl, and this time she was all in.<br/><br/>Everyone egger to gain her favor, especially after tonight’s target practice display because of course inspiration works, were calling after each Bat attack to let her know who got what hits in and what weaknesses they noticed and what wounds they inflicted. Not that she kept track of who did what…the names of who haven’t done might have crossed her mind, and a few ideas of how to<b><i> inspire </i></b>the less willing and devoted members might have also be playing in the background of  her thoughts, but that was not for today.<br/><br/>The photos of dear Batsy that she was getting, battered and bruised, inspired some rather inventive ideas for to stew over later bubbled up from within her crazed mind like naughty little demons springing forth from the underworld. After he was gone she would frame a photo like this of her own making to set at her bedside to admire late at night<br/><br/>“Who knows, maybe I will need to make that particular little fantasy happen sooner rather than later since I think I will keep dear Batsy around a little while. I have a distinct feeling that this is going to be so much fun.”<br/><br/>A particularly good little minion had even been such a sweet boy and sent her a video of a fight between The Bat and a group of her rowdy minions. Someone had managed to spray the front of his, oh so delicious, suit with some loud purple paint, coating the yellow bat symbol. “Ha, we haven’t even met yet and they have already marked you as mine my sweet Bat.” She watched the scene play out with increasing glee, and could not restrain the ecstasy coursing through her veins any longer. Throwing her arms up in the air she spun with a squeal of utter delight and prancing in place, dancing with the joy that each laded punch sounded and each desperate gasp from The Bat’s lips. Her eyes grew in wondrous delight at each new blooming bruise or cut.<br/><br/>Turning quickly to the door demanding her most favored girls to take her to the latest battle, she wanted to see and hear it all for herself. And maybe even meet The Bat, see him face to face, to watch him as he fell to his knees before her in defeat. The thought was enough to warm her belly and have her squirm in her seat. I cannot wait. I need to see it for myself, to feel the pain through the blood pouring out his veins.<br/><br/>The small crew of  six, including herself, pulled into a back ally just as The Bat was finishing off the last of her men. Joker could see his shoulders sag in relief as the last one fell, his stride not as powerful and the winces she caught with each movement made her smile.<br/><br/>“Let’s give him one more ride girls” she spoke and the crew moved as one. This group was made of all females and were by far the more intelligent and ruthless than her other sects. Each garnering her own talents and fighting preferences, but tonight they all moved together as a beautiful and deadly cohesive unit.<br/><br/>The outfits tonight, delightfully scandalous in nature, but allowed the girls the freedom to move seamlessly. Leather, lace and latex worked wonders for a girls look while not hindering her movement, and then there was that whole distraction thing that really did work alarmingly well.<br/><br/>She stayed to the shadows as her girls moved on The Bat, preferring still to watch her plans unfold before her, dragging him back with them into the darkened ally. They tore at his cape and jumped in to attack almost at once, each landing blows all over his already over abraded body. His suit was in poor condition after the rough night he had already had, but things were only about to get worse for Batsy.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help her “Joker grin”, as some of her crew had affectionately coined her devious smile, as it spread across her face, nor more than she could stop herself from bouncing in place and her enthusiastic clapping at how well tonight’s events were going. But it was the well placed duel knives that two enthusiastic girls plunging into The Bat’s back, perfectly placed on either side of his spine so as to not permanently damage her newest play thing, that caused her to gasp, her gloved hands sprang to her lips. But The Bat was not deterred, which only endured him to her more, loving the idea of playing with a man who was willing to hold his own at such a level and take the beatings he had and continue to fight.<br/><br/>“Oh how I would love to bring you home with me for a play date” Joker whispered to herself<br/><br/>Just as it appeared that the overzealous females may take the final step and ruin her slowly brewing plans The Bat broke from beneath the dog pile of feminine limbs, latex and leather, something shooting into the air above, quickly followed by a battered Bats body. The girls that had just lost their muscled punching bad simply cackled as his disappearing form, not even bothering to play chase yet.<br/><br/>“Run away run away little bat, for we have not yet begun to play” Joker spoke to a now empty sky, her smile still firmly in place.<br/><br/>“Come on girls, let’s go home, Momma need a soak and a glass of something with a kick.” Thinking to herself that she might also have the video from earlier playing on her phone as she luxuriated in her bath.<br/><br/>What better way to end a glorious day filled with delightful debauchery than to think over all of the things that made today so glorious?<br/><br/>She would see The Bat again soon, maybe meet him for herself next time, until then she would let him slink away to lick him wounds.<br/><br/>“Soon Batsy. Soon”