-Gotham City, New Jersey-
'He who must not be named' was looking for Harley Quinn. But you were going to find her first. He needed her because she was probably one of the only people who could find where Poison Ivy was hiding. But you had your own reasons for searching for her... You wanted to know more about that night in the warehouse.
After an honestly pretty easy search, you found out Harley was working at some sleazy restaurant called 'Superbabes'. So you waited until she got off to confront her. Unfortunately for you, she hit you with some leftover Joker toxin. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough to knock you out cold for a little while.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, beginning to look around and take in the environment. You quickly realized that you were in an apartment. Specifically, a bedroom... You tried to move but realized that your arms and legs were tied to the bedpost. You sighed and began trying to break out when suddenly you heard the door open.
Harley Quinn walked in, muttering to herself about whether she should have killed you or not. Personally, you're thankful that she hasn't yet. Because it would have been really easy for her to just kill you while you were knocked out... You took another look around the room. This place was definitely abandoned, so screaming for help probably won't do anything. Not that you were going to anyway...
Harley continued to talk to herself, her probably not realizing that you were awake yet. You quietly tried to break out of your restraints for another time. Unfortunately, it caused the bed to creek. Harley turned around and looked at you, her expression going from surprised to playful in a matter of seconds.
Harley: "Well, look who's finally awake... Oh, and don't bother trying to break out of those restraints. They're specially suited for people of your...physique~"
A soft smirk came to Harley's face as she commented on your muscular physique. Her eyes trail up and down your body. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was checking you out. Which she definitely was... You know, for a girl who didn't like to get objectified, she really liked to stare. But with a body like yours, who could blame her?
Harley then walked over towards her closet. Each step of her small feet makes quiet noises on the creaky floor. Once there, she began to unbutton her outfit. Slowly sliding it off before she turned around and opened the closet. She then bent down to look through her outfits. Giving you a full view of her perky ass...
Eventually, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at you, a sly look on her face. She had caught you looking at her keister red-handed. A soft blush came to your cheeks as you looked away. You were starting to think she did that on purpose... Harley then stood up, still only in her underwear. She began to slowly walk over towards the bed. Each step sending shivers down your spine. One of her bra straps fell over her shoulder as she reached over to turn the lights off...uh-oh.
Once the lights were off, it was pretty hard to see anything. But you were able to make out the shape of Harley's body as she stood at the end of the bed. You swallowed, realizing what was about to happen... Harley bent over and climbed onto the bed. Slowly making her way up towards you. You felt her soft hands as they first landed on your thighs and then onto your muscular chest.
Harley: "You know, Jaybird... I-i'm really sorry for what happened that night.. Even I thought Mister J was going too far with that crowbar..."
You could make out the details of Harley's face as it was now only a few inches from yours. Even in the darkness you could tell, she genuinely felt remorseful for what happened to you... You felt the skin of her leg brush against yours as she moved in the darkness. You could feel every inch of her body as it pressed against yours in the darkness...