Harley giggled as she watched the eyes of Batman becoming droopy and as they closed she waved one hand with a smirk on her sultry lips. Harley took a deep breath knowing she had some time, and twirled around the room to the song playing, as it drew to a close she grabbed the bottle of tequila and took it to another room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Restrain him babygirl"</span>,  she nodded and returning back to the room, Harley was pushing what looked like a hospital bed with black linen. She pushed it towards Batman so his body limped over the edge of the bed before climbing up and unhooking the cuffs from the ceiling. Leaving him to flop fully on the bed, she took a deep breath before rolling him onto his back on the bed, she licked at his cheek before pulling the leg restraints from under the bed, fastening them around his ankles and pulling them tight to ensure little movement. She repeated the motion with Batmans wrists securing them in place so that the only movement he would have would be that of his torso and minimal pull of his limbs. She turned to face the Batman, spotting the Aarkham stamp on metal frame of the hospital bed, as if the very bed triggered a memory, Harley eyes glazed over with the memory.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Are you going to hurt me Mr J?"</span>, Harley is strapped to the hospital bed as Joker circles her holding the electric shock treatment pads, he laughs in her face as she lays her head back her eyes roll back towards him, his entourage watching as Harley is tortured by Joker. "Maybe she's had enough?", one of the men prompts the Joker who is burning her hair black at the ends, Harley squeals for more, Joker begins to lose interest shooting the guy who suggested he stop. Harley passes out and when she awakes her clothes are all torn and her body aches all over, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Where is Mr J?"</span>, her eyes fill with tears as she runs from the room out into the hospital to search for him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"AHA HA HA HA".</span><br/>
</i><br/>Harley's eyes are glistening as she returns to the room and the unconscious man before her, she glares at him<i>, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">I know, you're thinking, 'What a shame! A poor, innocent, little thing like her, led astray by bad clown, well you wait and see. We are going to rule Gotham. My Mr J and me!",</span>she declares, her hands defiantly on her hips. She grabs the hospital bed and pushes it out of the bar and along a corridor that slopes down, the walls are covered into graffiti, various phrases, images, and the words DIE fill the walls. Harley takes a deep breath, pressing a button for an elevator and pushes the bed into the elevator, they go down three floors. Arriving into a stone built gothic room, a piano in one corner,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"We're here Puddin'", </span>she declares, and pushes the hospital bed into the centre of the room and past a dining room table that appears set for dinner. Harley pulls the bottle of tequila from under the bed and takes a swig, she sighs feeling the tingle of the liquid hitting the back of her throat.<br/><br/>Harley walked over to a small cabinet bar and picked up a telephone beside it, "I need him on the cross....NOW!", she demanded. Two men appeared shortly afterwards, they were sullen and silent as they picked up the batman moving his restraints and securing him to a mechanical ST Andrews Cross, it was red leather padded and the length of Bruce Wayne just about filled it as his limbs were pulled tight into place by the men. Harley brushes up against one of them, and the man froze in place as she rubbed her hands over his muscular frame, "Don't you want to stay and play?", she asked him pouting. The man shook his head and lowered his gaze in reply, Harley frowned, "You two are no conversation for a lady", she grabbed one of the face and pushed his lips together before pulling his lips apart, "Ooo I remember", she giggled, as the man opened his mouth in reply revealing a distinct lack of tongue. She stamped her foot on the ground, "You may leave now", she shouted at the men as the locked the door behind them.<br/><br/>Harley looked at Bruce Wayne on the cross and pressed a button to lower the cross towards the floor whilst keeping him titled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"What should I do with you now....I....I had a plan didn't I puddin'?",</span>she questioned herself, her memory...she couldn't remember. Harley frowned, her memory often frustrated her, she remembered things so clearly and other times it was cloudy like the weather in Gotham. She purred running her nails over the costume of the Batman.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Harleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, come find me babygirl"</span>.<br/><br/>Harley begins to remove the last remaining safey of Bruce Wayne as she unclothes him, she does so uses a large knife to nick at his batsuite, being careful not to injure herself until the suit is all but gone and Bruce Wayne is left with nothing but underwear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Time for the fun to begin Puddin"</span>, she leans into climbing up onto the frame of the cross and lighting candles above the head of the cross, the wax will slowly melt onto the shoulders of Batman....bright green, pink and blue wax. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">You took him away from me Mr Wayne, but we are going to bring Puddin' back tonight aren't we?"</span>, she nodded. Harley picked up a whip and slashed the chest of the unconscious man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Wake up you big lug I want to play</span>", she whipped him again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Wake up!"</span>. Harley was in something of a frenzy now, as she repeated whipping Batman, his chest, legs, arms were lashed as she demanded he wake to receive his torture.