[WARNING: GRAPHIC SMUT SCENE INCOMING].

CHAPTER FOUR: CRAZY LOVE IN
THE ASYLUM

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SUPERMAX HOLDING CELL

The Dark Knight and his Dark Maiden are currently still inside the eerie-looking silo cell as they're licking their wounds from the brutal fight with Punchline.

Batwoman was kneeling in front of her husband inspecting his injuries as they were mostly deep cuts around the body and luckily for them no bullet holes.

Batman groaned in pain as his wife's hands lightly grazed his punctured wounds.

"H-Harley..."

Harleen cringed and winced. "Sorry, Brucie. Shit, this is bad. You're bleeding way too much."

"I-I know. She sliced an artery." Bruce spoke out weakly.

"What should I do?" Harleen asked her voice panicked from seeing the bad state her husband was in at the moment.

Bruce held her gloved hand that was covered in his blood. "I'll be fine, Quinn. We've been through far worse together."

Harleen nodded not believing him and began to ramble on. "Yes, but this is entirely different, Bruce. It's just us against the rest of our infamous rouges gallery. Nobody will come to help us and If one of us is injured during battle then I don't know what we'll—"

Bruce tilts his head and leans in close toward her as he gives his wife a passionate kiss. Harleen eyes widen in shock at being cut off mid-sentence but then quickly reciprocates her husband's warm gesture and instantly melts in his loving embrace as they share a romantic moment in a rather unusual location. They pulled apart from each other to catch their breaths and smiled at one another fondly

"It's looking like that's the only way I can ever shut you up, Harls." Bruce joked.

Harleen rolled her eyes amused and slapped his armored chest playfully which earned a light chuckle from her partner.

"Well, at least you didn't lose your sense of humor, huh, Brucie," Harleen said.

Bruce snorted amused and spoke out.
"I'm still surprised I even have one,"

"And that's all thanks to Moi. You're welcome by the way," Harleen said proudly while pointing fingers at herself.

Bruce then takes out a small gadget from his utility belt and takes off pieces of his body armor as he begins to spray BioFoam onto his fatal wounds. The puncture wounds close and it stopped the heavy bleeding in the meantime.

"Your turn, Harls."

Harleen nodded in agreement and began to take off pieces of her armor also as Bruce then applied the BioFoam to his wife's injuries. Harleen shivered and winced in pain slightly feeling the cold foam applied to her pale white skin. Bruce smiled fondly at his wife as Harleen's bareback was exposed to him and covered her perky large breasts with his black fabric cape.

Bruce inched closer toward Harleen and wrapped his strong muscular arms around her small petite waist in an act of loving embrace. Harleen smiled softly and couldn't help but let out an audible sensual moan as her beloved husband kissed her exposed shoulder blade.

"Bruce?" Harleen asked.

"Hmm?" Bruce muttered.

He smiled mischievously while peppering her exposed neck with wet kisses.

"What are you doing?" Harleen asked again confused by her husband's actions.

"What do think, Harls?" Bruce retorted and began to sensually caress Harleen's half-naked luscious body.

Harleen bit her lip while also murmuring under her breath conflicted by Bruce's sexual advances toward her. As his wife, she would love nothing more than to be intimate with Bruce right now but at the same time, they also needed to get back to their mission.

"W-What about, Gordon?" Harleen asked.

"It can wait. Right now I need you." Bruce answered hungrily as his voice was deep and husky.

Harleen blushed a light shade of pink surprised by her husband's forward response.

"I need you too," Harleen confessed.

The fiery redhead let out another sensual moan as Bruce's manly rough hands slid up her upper body and began caressing her perky large breasts.

Bruce smirked devilishly and kept toying with his wife's breasts as they were also pierced along with other parts of her toned curvy body. Bruce then further pleasures his woman as he then went right between Harley's slender toned legs and began to finger fuck her pussy. The redhead instantly buckled her hips back and forth into her husband's probing fingers as she also tilted her head up while her eyes were closed shut.

"Oh, fuck, Bruce..."

Damn, it had been so long since the both of them had been intimate. They needed this more than they thought and while doing the dirty deed tonight inside of Arkham Asylum wasn't very ideal it would have to do for now.

Bruce's fingers slipped against her thigh and squeezed it when he pushed down inside of Harleen.

"Oh, Baby! Yes!" Harleen praised.

Her curvy hips pressed against Bruce's hand clamping down as she came instantly and hard all over him. Harleen shuddered, amazed by her husband's fingering.

"I sometimes forget how good you are at lovemaking, Brucie."

"Thank you, Love. But we're not done just yet. I still need to rev up my Harley."

Harleen grinned like a kid in a candy store and turned to face her handsome Dark Knight. As they were face to face smiling at one another and began to make out passionately. Harleen's hand then sneakily went down towards Bruce's crotch as she began to rub it vigorously teasing her husband.

Bruce moaned feeling the good sensations run through his body as his large cock popped out of his pants like a spring trap. Harley grinned like a Cheshire cat and glanced down to see her husband's throbbing hard cock standing tall in all of its glory.

"I sure have missed this, Brucie," Harleen said fondly while also simultaneously stroking his large veiny cock up and down like a yo-yo.

"Me too, Harley," Bruce said groaning in pleasure.

Bruce moaned against his wife's neck as Harley worked his throbbing cock stroking it and even sucking on it like a popsicle. Bruce was beginning to get unpleased with being teased by his wife as he wanted only one thing and that was to be deep inside of her. So Bruce looked at his wife hungrily and knowingly told her what he wanted through his eyes as Harley obliged his needs wanting to also be stuffed by her beloved husband.

Harley then turned to face the opposite direction and bends forward at an angle as her ass is up in the air ready to be ravaged like a common slut. She even wiggled her ass teasingly toward her husband which earned her a hard slap on the butt cheeks. Harley squeals excitedly loving the display of cute aggression from her man in the act of love and prepared herself to be utterly fucked.

Harleen then exclaimed in utter pleasure the moment Bruce had begun to fill up her insides with his monstrous cock. He worked over her sensual body and knew exactly what spots to hit that would make his wife's pale legs quiver excitedly up in the air. Bruce drove his hips faster and farther into Harleen's slick wet pussy as it made her walls clamp tightly around his cock. The careful and precise pushes inside of Harley rocked her body and got her twitching back and forth into an utter hot mess. Bruce nuzzled and kissed the back of her tattooed neck and drove his large cock further into Harley from behind as it made her beyond mad with pleasure.

Bruce then sped up his powerful thrusts slamming deeper into Harley and stretching her out. Her hungry kitty cat engulfed his large lightning rod and pushed it down inside of her. His fingers then slipped against Harley's ass and her eyes widen in astonishment.

"Oh, fuck! Bruce!"

Harleen came so hard that she was seeing stars. Her pussy squeezed the throbbing manhood of Bruce when it pushed into her. And then he teased her asshole, which caused many more naughty thoughts to manifest in Harleen's mind. Bruce leaned in and slammed himself a little bit deeper into Harleen, stuffing her asshole completely with as much cock as he could into her.

Then, with another hard push, Bruce sent Harleen over the edge again and she came all over the tile floor of the prison cell. Harleen screamed so loud that she was sure the Arkham Guards could hear her right about now.

"Come on, Hubby," Harley panted out. "Don't be gentle. Fuck my ass till I can't walk anymore!"

Bruce slid out of Harleen and squeezed her delicious cheeks. He leaned into Harley and put his tongue into her asshole to lick it, to get it nice and wet.

The Dark Knight slammed his cock into Harley's ass and made her howl out like a bitch in heat. His fingers dipped into her wet pussy and ensured she was dripping wet. With no wasted movement and no wasted words, Bruce pushed deeper and deeper inside of his wife. Her anal muscles clamped down on him when he pushed into her.

Harleen closed her eyes and moaned once again. Getting this thick cock in her ass just made her squirm with pleasure. Bruce's hot breath hit the back of her neck and Harleen further quivered. Bruce touched her, in several ways. His balls slapped down onto her entrance as they are filled with cum and Harleen wanted them to explode.

"Empty them in my ass. Fucking wreck me. Make me a drooling mess. You know you want to!" Harleen said.

Bruce then grabbed Harleen's fiery red hair and plowed her just a little bit deeper. He had been very tempted to unload in Harley's ass and leave her wrecked. Bruce once again returned to licking her neck, something which set off Harley.

The teasing and the anal fucking set Harley off one more time. Her tightening asshole wrapped around Batman's large com and she squeezed him extremely hard. He then bottomed out inside of his wife until she exploded all over the place. Her wet pussy gushed and exploded for Bruc to edge his fingers into her and make her scream for him.

He held on to her and rode her ass, and he could feel a tightening within his sweaty balls. He pushed down into Harley and she peered over her shoulder and licked her lips deliciously. Bruce grabbed her by the chin and kissed her fiercely while he hung on to her ass and fucked her hard.

Batman kept riding her tight hole to the finish line and with one more push, he then exploded inside of her.

Harleen and Bruce both collapsed onto each other on the tile floor, heaving heavily. Bruce lovingly held onto her until he finished injecting his hot cum straight into her anus.

Once done emptying Inside of her Bruce then pulled out of his wife and held Harleen in his strong muscular arms cuddling as she quivered from the aftermath. Harleen purred like a cat as her husband nuzzled her neck and pecked a few kisses on her breasts.

"Thank you, Brucie. I needed that." Harleen whispered.

Bruce smiled and kissed her cheek. "You're welcome, Harley. I love you."

"I love you too, Brucie," Harleen responded with a loving smile and kissed her husband's cheek.

INTENSIVE TREATMENT

Commissioner Gordon, Officer Boles, Dr. Hugo Strange, and other Arkham Guards are currently inside an Arkham security office lying low in the meantime. Jim peers out through the window blinds and checks for any more signs of impending dangers.

"The coast is clear," Jim notified.

Officer Frank begins to drink from his flask once again which earns uneasy looks from the rest in the security office room.

"Aye, Frank! Ease up on that crap. We need you sober for this." Jim scolded.

Officer Frank scoffed and took another good hard slip of his flask. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spoke out sounding slightly irritated.

"Quit your damn worrying, Gordon. I know my limits."

"Yeah, if you say so, Frank." Gordon retorted back while shaking his head disapprovingly toward the lead Arkham officer.

"Do we have a problem here, Jim?"

"That's Commissioner Gordon to you, Officer Frank. And you're damn right that we do have a problem here. You're the leader of your little squad and should be setting a good example here for these men. I mean come on drinking on the job? What's next? Aiding and abetting?" Jim spoke and his voice was raised slightly in anger.

Frank hearing this clenched his hands into fists while also glaring at the older respected Individual and spoke out teeth gritting.

"Why I outta..." Frank began.

Meanwhile, Dr. Strange was deep in thought while peeping through the window blinds and planning out his next crucial move here.

"I should get going now," Hugo announced while walking towards the front door and breaking the noticeable tension between the two macho men.

"And where exactly do you think you're going, Strange? Don't you get it? We're locked in here and won't be able to go anywhere till this mess is taken care of." Frank warned and didn't realize that his hand was getting exceedingly close to his gun holster which Jim observed cautiously.

"Yes, I know that. But this is an emergency, Officer Boles. You see I need to visit... the bathroom. Perhaps also get some food and refreshments. We don't know how much longer we will all be stuck in here." Hugo answered.

"Alright. But someone should at least escort you while you handle your private business. It isn't safe out there on your lonesome, Dr. Strange." Frank said.

Hugo scowled and shook his head disapprovingly. "That will not be necessary, Officer Boles. I'll be just fine on my own thank you very much. Having another person with me will just slow me down."

"For once I agree with Officer Boles, Dr. Strange," Jim said.

"Still. It is not needed. Besides I'm the only one who knows this facility like the back of my hand." Hugo further explained.

"As do I know this place like the back of my hand. I'll accompany you, Doctor. I insist." Jim said affirmatively.

Hugo sighed frustrated and nodded begrudgingly. "Very well if you so have to."

Jim then followed Hugo out of the security office room and they ventured out into the narrow unkept hallways of the Asylum as Officer Frank watched them leave out of his sight suspiciously.

"Joker, the target is in motion. I repeat target is in motion." Frank whispers into his walkie-talkie.

"Well, don't just stand there you drunken mess. Go and follow them for fuck sake. You know what to do already, Frankie. And don't let me down again you hear me. Do everything according to plan and you just might get the services of my Punchy for one special night. I'll give you a small tease she's super good at giving oral reports." Joker said and laughed hysterically.

"Mmm, Fuck. Can't wait to see that for myself in person. Quick question though. Where the hell do you find these crazy women? I mean first, it was Harley Quinn and now it's Punchline. You have some shady stuff on them or something?"

"Oh, no. Nothing quite like that. Let's just say I tend to bring out the utter worst and authentic crazy sides of some people into the light. I just can't help it, Frankie. It's a part of my dashing charms."

"Alright. I think I get you. So, where did you find this, Punchline, anyway?"

"Well, the funny thing about that is she had found me first. Something about her being in a certain secret society of assassin ninjas once and being kicked out. It was something called, uh, League of Owls I think? No, that's not it. League of Foot Clan? Never mind that this doesn't even have a thing to do with what's going on currently. So just do what I ordered okay?"

"Yeah, Got it, Boss."

"Good. Joker out."

INTENSIVE TREATMENT - CORRIDORS

Jim Gordon and Hugo Strange are walking through the creepy and dimly lit hallways of the Intensive Treatment and they don't realize that Officer Frank is following them closely.

"How long have you known Officer Boles?" Jim asked rather suspiciously.

"Since I began working here at the Asylum. So for a couple of years now."

"And how well do you know him anyway?" Jim asked.

"Well, he's the Chief of Security after all and has been for many years now. He's also got caught hooking up with many of the nurses who worked in the Medical Facility at the time which led to him being divorced for a couple of years now. Lastly, he has a son who's living on his own at the moment in the city of Blüdhaven and following in his father's footsteps." Hugo explained nonchalantly almost as if he had it all mesmerized.

"Wow, Strange. I'm impressed. How do you even know all of this?" Jim asked baffled.

Hugo played innocent and smiled coyly. "Many late nights on the job, Gordon. We're like family here."

In reality, Hugo had been using many forms of hypnosis and drugs on the Arkham Staff to try and pry out any information from them that he regarded important to him. As Hugo enjoys dissecting and studying the human mind which on occasion can look to another prying eye like torture.

Jim nodded buying his lies and spoke up. "Well, have you also noticed Officer Boles's blatant drinking problem?"

"Well, of course. It stems from trauma in his youth. Quite the childhood Officer Boles has had."

"Never mind that. Could you see him working for the Joker?" Jim asked rather sternly.

Hugo grinned like a Cheshire cat. "My, my, Commissioner Gordon. What has brought you this sneaking suspicion?"

"I don't know. It's just everything about the Joker's escape. It felt too choreographed to me like maybe he had help from the inside."

"You're sounding paranoid, Gordon."

"Perhaps as I can't help but think that way, Strange. It just bothers me that's all."

The pair had reached the end of the narrow hallway and stopped at the front door of a nearby locker room.

"Is this the locker room for the Arkham Guards?"

"Oh, now I see. You've had an alternative motive for tagging along all this time."

"Yes, as I need to know for sure if my suspicions are true about Officer Boles. So stay here and keep a lookout. I'm gonna do some detective work."

"Very Well then. But be careful, Gordon. You might not like what you may find." Hugo warned.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Doctor. But I think I know what I'm doing." Jim commented and went carefully inside the locker room not knowing that he left the front door slightly open.

Hugo looked at his surroundings and then quickly moved out of sight fleeing the scene. Gordon goes through the lockers one by one until he finally finds Officer Boles's locker which is plastered with not only his nameplate but also a collage filmstrip pictures of a naked woman in erotic poses. Gordon inspects the graphic pictures of the naked Asian woman and notices personal items in the background of the photos that belonged to the one and only Alexis Kaye aka Punchline.

"Oh, my God. It's her. The Joker's lover. Could this be the reason why he's working for him?" Jim said pondering out loud.

Jim puts one of the photos in the back of his pocket for evidence to use against Officer Boles. He then pulls out a needle pin and uses it to picklock the locker door. He gets it open in no time and inspects the unkept belongings of Frank Boles. Gordon checked the pockets of Frank's civilian clothes and just found a pack of smokes and even more liquor.

"Damnit!" Jim cursed under his breath.

The locker room door then hinges behind him making a noise that catches the attention of Commissioner Gordon.

"Dr. Strange? Is that you?" Jim asked.

Commissioner Gordon is about to turn back toward his detective work when suddenly Officer Boles while sneaking up behind whacks him in the head with a blunt object. Gordon goes down like a sack of potatoes with a loud commotion. Frank then puts his weapon away and pulls out a walkie-talkie.

"Target is acquired, Boss."

"Excellent work, Boles. Now take him over to Scarecrow. The doctor has a special plan in place for the old man." Joker said.

SUPERMAX HOLDING CELL

Batman and Batwoman had gotten their armored bat-themed suits back on as they had finished their passionate lovemaking. Harleen was blushing nonstop from the tingling sensation that she still had felt from the hot and sweaty sex. Bruce was also feeling pleased and satisfied with the raw and filthy sex between them as it had reinvigorated the married couple. Harleen giggled as Bruce hugged her from behind and began to tickle her neck via kissing and licking.

"You can't get enough of me, huh, Brucie?"

"No, I can't. You are addictive to me. Like candy to a baby." Bruce said smiling softly.

"And I can't get enough of you too, Hubby," Harleen said and leaned her head back as she pecked her husband's lips.

Bruce reciprocated his wife's kisses as it was getting quickly heated again until a chime from their intercoms interrupted the crime-fighting duo.

"Bruce? Harleen? Are you two there?" Barbara asked voice slightly worried.

"Yes, Oracle. We're here. What is it?" Bruce answered and immediately got into his superhero persona of Batman.

"Both of your suit reading levels were reading off the charts when you entered the Supermax Holding Cells. I tried to contact you two but I couldn't get a damn signal for about an hour or so. What the hell happened in there?" Barbara asked.

Harleen blushed a Light shade of Pink embarrassed and remembering their passionate lovemaking as Bruce looked at the surrounding aftermath of the brutal showdown with Punchline and her henchmen.

"We walked into a trap set up by Punchline and her henchmen," Batman answered.

"Was Joker there too?" Oracle asked.

"No. It was just them. We had a minor setback as Punchline was able to injure us during the showdown." Batwoman added.

"Woah, it's rare that a supervillain can get the better of the both of you. Are you two okay?" Oracle asked.

"Yes, we're okay now. Bruce and I had to also stay put for a while and heal our injuries. Which lead to us getting, uh, romantic to put it into words." Batwoman said.

"Romantic? Oh, I get it. That would explain the dopamine levels in your brain being at their max in your suit readings." Oracle comments.

"Yeah, it was just what we needed," Batwoman said dreamily as flashes of the intense sex with her husband began to replay in her mind.

"Just you wait Mrs. Wayne. Once we finish up here at the Asylum we'll be going for another round back at the mansion." Bruce said in a teasing tone.

"Oh, Yahtzee! I can't wait." Harleen said excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Oracle giggled at hearing that and spoke. "Alright, love birds. If you two don't cut it out right now I'll bonk you on the head and send you over to horny jail. Anyways what else did I miss?"

The tone then quickly shifted as Batman and Batwoman got somber.

"Before Punchline had left us injured in our battle and escaped she said something about your father possibly being in danger," Batman informed.

"What?!" Oracle exclaimed taken aback by the information. "While you two were off fucking like bunnies my dad was out there somewhere in danger!"

Batwoman winced and whispered. "I know you're pissed. But we don't know for sure if he is even in danger, Babs. Punchline could have just said that to catch us off guard and get away scot-free."

"Rhat a big maybe. But that woman is fucking crazy. How would you even know what she's thinking, huh?" Barbara comments. "Oh, right. I guess you would know considering you were once a crazy bitch!" Barbara said mouthing off and immediately regretted saying those words as Harleen gasped in shock.

"H-Harley... I-I didn't mean—"

"You just had to bring up my past, didn't you? I thought you were different than all of them, Barbara. And you know what fuck you!" Batwoman said and cut off her communication line with Oracle.

Barbara had salty tears streaming down her face. "B-Bruce... I-I didn't mean that I-I'm—"

"I know, Barbara. Just give her time to cool off. Look Before Punchline fled the scene Harleen was able to put a transmitter secretly onto her clothing." Batman informed.

"Oh, that's genius. Punchline goes back to the Joker and the two of you just follow her, catching them both." Oracle said.

"Exactly. But that is going to have to wait in the meantime. I left your father in the holding cells of the Intensive Treatment with Dr. Strange and Officer Boles. Batwoman and I will backtrack to make sure that Jim is safe before going after the Joker and Punchline." Batman informed the disabled redhead.

Oracle breathed a sigh of relief and spoke. "Okay, Batman. Just please, hurry. I can't stand the thought of him being in the hands of that psychotic clown."

"Don't worry, Oracle. Harleen and I won't ever let them hurt Jim." Batman stated.

"And Bruce?"

"Yes, Barbara?"

"Tell Harleen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that I was just hurt and afraid."

"I know what that feels like. And I'll let her know. But it will be better if you say it in your own words." Batman said and hung up the call.

Back inside the Gotham Clock Tower Barbara sighed frustrated and threw her headset across the room. She really needed to fix her anger problems. Maybe because she felt sometimes so useless she then used that anger and directed it toward the people she loves. But still, that is no excuse for her to act in that way. She glanced at her Batgirl costume on display as tears streamed down the redhead's cheek.

"Please be okay, Dad."

ARKHAM MANSION

In the luxurious bedroom of Arkham Mansion lays sensually the Blonde Bombshell Peyton Riley with her dummy Scarface. She sips her tall glass of expensive champagne and reminisces with her dummy.

"It's small moments like this that make life worth living," Peyton spoke voice sultry and seductive.

"You said it, Doll. I love these moments with you." Scarface reminisced and held a cigar between his fingers puffing out smoke. "Hey, Baby. Do you remember the time we had Johnny Cheapskate by the balls and donked him down the pier while watching him drown in his cement shoes?"

"Yes, I do remember. That was the day you also asked me to marry you." Peyton smiled ecstatically and flashed her sparkling wedding ring at him.

"That wedding ring used to belong to that cheapskate's whore of a wife. I cut her ring fingers and proposed to you right then and there." Scarface said.

"And do you remember what we did afterward?" Peyton smirked eyebrows raised playfully.

"Oh, yes, Sugar Tits. We fucked like wild rabbits for hours. Matter of fact, I have a raging boner right about now that needs some attention." Scarface said.

Peyton rubbed the possessed-looking doll in the crotch and it moaned loudly.

"Oh, yeah, Sugar Tits. Just like that. Show Daddy a good time." Scarface said.

Peyton obliges her "man" needs and keeps stimulating its wooden pole. Scarface moved its wooden hand and moved part of Peyton's blond hair out of the way revealing to him her scarred right eye.

"You're so beautiful..." Scarface said in awe of his blonde bombshell.

Peyton blushed a light shade of pink touched by her "man" words.

"Really? Even when I have this nasty scar?" Peyton asked.

"Yes, really, Sugar," Scarface said while strange mumblings were heard in the background. "And besides you have such a fuckable body and great taste for me. Now come here and gimme a kiss, Sugar Tits."

"Aww, Lover..."

Peyton then starts to passionately kiss the dummy like it were an actual human man. More strange mumblings are heard and spitting comes from the background. It is revealed to be nine others that Warden Quincy Sharp, strapped by ropes in a chair opposite the master bed, tries to spit and rub the cloth gag off his mouth, finally getting his mouth free he then speaks in horror and disgust.

"Jesus Christ! Stop that! I don't need to see this freak show!" Quincy bellowed out.

Scarface and Peyton had stopped their passionate make-out session and looked at the horrified Quincy in annoyance.

"Hey, shut your mouth, old man! You're ruining the reunion with my woman." Scarface exclaimed.

Scarface then fires his Tommy gun around Quincy, making a circle of bullet holes around him. The doll laughs evilly and turns to look back at his Blonde Bombshell.

"Now watch silently, as I take out my twelve-inch log and fuck her in the ass!"

"Oh, Mr. Scarface..." Peyton said breathlessly.

The Dummy then moves its wooden hand uncomfortably towards his crotch, making Quincy look away in pure disgust.

"You two will burn in hell!" Quincy exclaimed.

"Hey, Dummy. We're already in it. I mean have you seen this place?" Scarface commented.

The bedroom doors are then bashed open and into the master bedroom walks Joker along with his armed goons. The Joker smiles with glee and spreads his arms out.

"Don't shed a tear, The Joker is here!"

"Oh, thank God!" Quincy said.

Scarface and Peyton act startled by the interruption from the clown as Peyton quickly fixes her sparkling red laced dress and sits up straight which the Joker immediately notices.

"Oh! What happened here? Don't tell me, did you do some hanky panky while I was gone? It's that sweet dummy love, I guess."

"Hey! Who are ya calling a dummy, Dummy?!"

"Oh, excuse me for my Freudian slip. I meant, passionate love between a "man" and a woman." Joker said with air quotes and giggles.

"We did what you asked, Mr. J. Here's the warden. We even wrapped him up for you." Peyton explained.

"Wonderful job, Peyton."

The Joker then goes over to the warden and pounds on Quincy's bald head like drums.

"Hello, Sharpie! It's me, Uncle Jack! I came to remove that stick from your ass."

"Get away from me, you freak!"

Suddenly Joker grabbed Warden Quincy from both sides of the head and forced him to look at him while grinning.

"But in all seriousness. I was hoping that you'll help me find that special someone. A certain bat-breaking behemoth to be specific." Joker said and laughed maniacally.

To Be Continued...