Chapter #3Harley,  herself,  and  her  other  selves    by: Unknown  Scarecrow's  new  fear  toxin  was  doing  it's  job  too  well.  Everything  felt  real,  everyone  seemed  stronger,  and  Batman  was  having  a  tough  time  keeping  a  grip  on  reality.  Mad  Hatter's  hallucination  device  was  a  potential  weakness,  but  exploiting  it  wouldn't  be  easy.  He'd  have  to  face  the  illusions  one  at  a  time. 
 
Copperhead  slithered  off  of  him  as  the  various  women  retreated  into  the  shadows.  The  surroundings  changed,  slowly  becoming  the  bat  cave  as  Batman  focused  on  fighting  just  one  person  at  a  time. 
 
"No  chance  dark  knight!  I'm  not  letting  you  stack  the  deck  in  your  favor!"  came  Scarecrow's  voice.  The  surroundings  shifted  and  suddenly  Batman  was  in  an  ampitheater  styled  in  a  harlequin  fashion.  "You  may  be  able  to  choose  who  is  coming  at  you,  but  I  pick  the  details!" 
 
Harley  Quinn  strolled  out,  dressed  in  the  mock  nurse  uniform  she  had  donned  earier  in  the  night.  Batman  readied  his  stance,  but  a  sudden  kick  to  the  small  of  his  back  sent  him  stumbling  forward.  Another  Harley  Quinn,  dressed  up  in  the  unitard  she  wore  in  the  earlier  days.  Yet  another  cartwheeled  out,  dressed  in  stockings  and  a  risque  onepiece,  followed  by  a  fourth  in  red  and  blue  tights  and  a  skirt.  It  would  seem  that  focusing  on  one  at  a  time  wasn't  going  to  even  the  odds  any. 
 
(For  ease  of  writing  and  to  give  a  better  picture  of  what  is  happening,  Harley1  will  be  the  Arkham  Asylum  Harley,  Harley2  is  the  classic  Harley,  Harley3  is  the  Injustice  1st  player  costume,  and  Harley4  is  the  Arkham  Knight  Harley) 
 
Batman  flew  into  a  kick  to  gain  some  room,  but  Harley2  caught  his  kick  and  threw  him  like  a  rag  doll.  Their  strength  and  agility  was  no  where  near  what  it  should  be.  He  landed  on  his  back  as  Harley3  made  a  knee  dive  into  his  groin  and  Harley4  slid  in  and  wrapped  her  legs  around  his  neck.  He  rolled,  struggling  to  his  feet  with  Harley4  still  squeezing  her  thighs  into  his  neck.  None  of  his  armor  was  doing  anything  to  stop  the  attacks.  Harley1  ripped  off  his  cape  while  Harley2  swatted  aside  Batman's  hands  and  snatched  his  utility  belt,  tossing  it  away.  Harley4  spun  around  to  shove  her  crotch  into  his  face  several  times,  and  then  flipped  him  to  the  ground  in  a  headscissor  takedown,  still  holding  his  neck  tight.  Strands  of  red  and  purple  ribbon  flashed  around  him  as  he  felt  three  sets  of  hands  tying  up  his  hands  and  feet  in  intricate  knots.  By  the  time  they  had  finished,  all  he  could  do  to  move  was  wriggle  about  like  a  worm. 
 
Harley4  got  off  of  him  and  they  all  stood  there,  surveying  their  handiwork.  "Okay  stupid  little  bat.  Let's  see  how  much  fun  we  can  have"  Harley1  said.  Batman's  mind  was  spinning.  He'd  lost  control  of  the  situation  completely,  and  was  having  a  difficult  time  from  keeping  the  pheremone  part  of  the  gas  from  manipulating  him.  While  Harley4  had  him  pressed  tight  to  her  crotch,  he'd  gone  weak  in  the  legs,  feeling  the  soft  fabric  and  strong  thighs  and  outline  of  her  privates  controlling  him.  His  mind  wandered  powerlessly  to  thoughts  of  letting  Harley  have  her  way  with  him. 
 
Harley4  lowered  her  crotch  onto  his  face,  leaning  to  the  side  to  roll  him  over  and  wrap  her  legs  around  his  neck.  Harley3  moved  in  underneath  him  in  a  reverse  sex  position,  his  erect  privates  sliding  inside  her  as  she  squeezed  and  moved.  Harley1  took  a  position  riding  his  rear,  grabbing  the  ears  on  his  cowl  to  steady  herself.  Harley2  slid  her  legs  around  his  body  and  began  to  squeeze,  crushing  his  ribs. 
 
If  he  didn't  get  control  back  soon,  this  would  be  it...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written.  |  
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