<span style="font-size: 15px">There was nothing that Batman could do, he was a neatly trussed up present at Madam Payen's disposal, well not just hers, Poison Ivy's and Catwoman's too. He wondered what was going to happen to him now, this was a bad position to be in. Madam Payen seemed to be a mixed bag of tricks, she had some sensual elements to her, she had even hinted at Batman's arousal earlier, and yet she was deviously evil and clearly liked to cause her share of pain. He knew that Poison Ivy was all about lust filled manipulation and Catwoman was primarily about physical dominance with Batman though she had used her charms to lure him in on more then one occasion as well. </span><br/><br/>He watched her approach with the crop in hand, he knew this wouldn't end well, but Ivy's vines had him bound up tighter any time he tried to fight it. As the crop was run along his abdomen he knew it was there, despite not being able to directly feel it, and yet it was still somehow erotic. It still appealed to a part of his brain very few knew about, but Madam Payen was exploiting. Catwoman knew of it too, she had used his fetishes to her advantage on more then one occasion. If she had disposed of that information then he was in for a long evening indeed. He had a better idea when the crop was at his right thigh, it increased his arousal, and caused his manhood to grow hard. At this rate it would not take long at all before the outline of his member would be visible against the preformed bulge of his codpiece.<br/><br/>His eyes went wide as she said she had a present for him, he saw the whip, knowing she had one as well as Catwoman meant that he would likely feel it from two sides. When the whip struck his chest he saw chunks of rubber fly off his suit, exposing more of the Kevlar plating that was there. He was grateful for it, but the yellow backed bat emblem on his chest was now nearly gone between Catwoman's swipe and Madam Payen's whip. She would have to hit him somewhere else to make it painful, his sides, even his abdomen after a few shots, or his thighs, of course there was always his head too. He had no intentions of verbally revealing any of that information though.<br/><br/>It was almost at the exact same time that he heard another crack of a whip, Catwoman's, as it struck his back. He knew it likely cut into the fabric of his cape in the process, maybe even took some rubber chunks off the back of his suit as well. He didn't have eyes in the back of his head though so he couldn't be sure. "So I get punished for what? Interrupting your little sexcapade with Ivy? For questioning how you treat your employees? You better hope you can hide well after I make it out of here." It was an idle threat, but generally his idle threats worked.