----<br/><i>Previously, on "A Dominatrix Arrives in Gotham"....</i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><i>In six months the criminal activity had changed around Gotham. Bruce had seen it, tracked it, and yet it puzzled him. His job was relegated to muggings and minor robberies, even those were few and far in-between now. Who was behind it? That he lacked the answer to. His greatest ally was gone, and for the first time in a very long time Batman was legitimately confused as to what was happening. The World's Greatest Detective was stumped, and as he saw the batsignal light up the clear night sky a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. <br/>
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As he made it to the rooftop of the GCPD headquarters though he was confused. There was but a single woman, dressed like a dominatrix, her slaves unknowingly waiting should their mistress need help. His blue eyes went wide, the two long pointy ears on his cowl turned to the side with the rest of his head, the yellow oval with a black bat on his chest clearly visible, as was the yellow utility belt with a button for quick release. He took a few steps toward her, speechless, which was rare, and walked his eyes over her body where she confidently stood.</i>​</div>----<br/>He'd been stealthy, he knew it. She couldn't possibly have seen or heard him yet. Yet, there she was as she turned and looked at him.<br/><br/>"You're late," Regina said, her own gaze travelling up and down his form. She was going to enjoy breaking him. Maybe, unlike every... other... man she had ever met, he'd be a challenge. Maybe he'd be worthy to be her footstool. Just maybe, she'd remember his name in two months time. But, she had to admit, probably not.<br/><br/>"And you're fired."<br/><br/>She did enjoy this little cat and mouse idea that she'd had. She was going to lure him in, make sure that he was not just defeated, but also humiliated. He was, after all, a man in this place and she would bring them all to their knees before her.  "No longer required, no further use. Un..nec..essary." She wondered what manner of man he was, under that mask. He was weak, certainly. Afraid, definitely. About to have his ass handed to him on a plate, without a doubt. But outside of that? Well, who knew? She did not, and frankly she didn't care. If he broke quickly, she'd grow bored and one of her slaves could keep him as a pet. If he proved to be a challenge, she'd see to him personally.<br/><br/>"Commissioner Gordon has been fired, too. There is a new power in town, and you're looking at her." Regina smiled, a sweet and malevolent uplifting of her lips. "I have the entire criminal underground working for me. The GCPD, too. Every man is mine to play with, as the women of Gotham rise, under the protection of their new Queen." She raised one hand to stop him from moving. "Let me tell you what's going to happen. We're going to fight, I'm going to win. I'm going to wrap your gorgeous body into knots like I'm practicing origami. Then, I'm going to take you somewhere private and torture you until you beg. Once that's happened," her voice grew husky with desire at the thought of it, her eyes darkening too. "I'm going to make you beg more. Eventually, you'll break, and then I'll hand your lead over to one of my slaves, for you will interest me no further. When that happens..." and, her voice seemed to say, it was<i> inevitable</i>that it would happen.<br/><br/>"You will yearn for me, need my touch on you, beg for the pain only I can give you for the rest of your life. Won't that be lovely, pet?" She shrugged off her coat, her muscular arms evident as she looked at him and smiled.<br/><br/>"Here, batty, batty, batty...."<br/><br/>----<br/>In the room, all eyes were on him, waiting to hear if he would acquiesce to Regina's command that he begin the tale. Sarah's eyes were wide with fear but also? Just a tinge of intrigue and curiosity too.