It was obvious that Harley was delusional, and that became even more evident when she mentioned her full name Harleen Quinzel, and that was the tipping point that clued him in as to who she really was. He should have seen it from the beginning, but he had been so caught up on the prospect of meeting Vicki again that he failed to do his due diligence. She had certainly caught him off guard, and this act she was doing now was providing more of a distraction again. So much so that he didn't have a chance to react cleanly when she snatched the handcuffs from his grasp and in the same motion cuffed his left hand to a bar overhead. Of course one hand cuffed wasn't the end of the world, there were ways to get out of it, but that would also require her to be distracted long enough for him to find the key in his utility belt and then actually use it.<br/><br/>He knew that if she was watching him he would never get away with freeing himself. His movements were not fast enough to allow him the chance to get free and be prepared to fend off an oncoming attack. When she taunted him by walking around him there was the temptation to grab onto her, see if he could take her down with one arm, but he knew the likelihood of that was also not in his favor. He did secretly enjoy being licked on the cheek though his face displayed disgust. As she went to make him a drink Batman saw little opportunity, it was as if she was watching him like a hawk, and it didn't take her long at all to make the beverages. When she placed the salt on his lips Batman didn't lick it at all, he kept his mouth as tight as he possibly could. He knew better than to take anything she gave him, though he didn't know exactly what if anything she had done. It was likely going to have an effect anyways, his lips were a membrane of sorts, with cracked skin, there were avenues to seep in for poisons and toxins.<br/><br/>Batman wanted no part of the tequila that Harley tried to pour into his mouth, though there was a strong temptation for some odd reason to taste the saliva she had left on his lips. Her tongue had once again created an erotic moment, there was strength and power behind hit, almost like marking ones territory. His body reacted in kind, though for now she didn't seem to notice that his bulge was beginning to strain against the thinner rubber material that protected his manhood. Most of the tequila she poured ended up spilling down his chin and running down the chest of his batsuit. He wasn't too worried, not unless she intended on playing with fire, and he didn't think she would go that far. The traces of it still existed on his lips though, and with his mouth drying he couldn't avoid any longer licking his lips. He tasted the salt and the tequila, he was reminded why he typically avoided it and stuck to champagne and wine.<br/><br/>Soon the effects of the drug in the salt began to take over, the music blaring seemed farther away than it should have. His eyes began to droop as he fought to remain conscious but the fight grew futile. "What sort of madness is this..." he got out before fading. His body would have crashed to the ground were it not for his left hand being cuffed to the bar that hung above. He hung by it now, his shoulder likely to be sore from the strain on his arm from sudden drop his body did from passing out. He would be at her mercy until he woke up.