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The Hunted Heroes [*~CoraJayne~* and batman4560]

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Helena had been up all night, fighting against evil and whatnot. The Huntress was tired from the long night, but it was a job she loved to do. She'd just gotten off the phone with her father was she walked down the street. The female Wayne made her way down the street to her apartment, smiling softly as she passed her father's building first. She had the night off, so Helena was just hoping for some peace and quiet.
 
Peace and quiet was the last thing she would be getting though. The Clown Prince of Crime himself had at last figured out who the Batman was, after a terrible fight the Dark Knight passed out and the Joker had his men unmask him for only a moment, just long enough to learn what he needed to know. He laid in wait, hiding behind the front door of Helena's apartment door for the sole fact that nobody simply looked there when they came in. Usually a quick open of the door and shut while they went to change or something.

The green haired jester laughed until he heard the steps of Helena drawing closer to the front door. Slowly he lifted his cane with his own face molded to the top of it up into the air while holding a water pistol filled with a special drug at his hip. "Come on now baby, let me show you who daddy really is..." He whispered while narrowing his dark eyes.
 
Helena could see the apartment building, and her steps got quicker. Her bed and blankets were calling her name, and she was ready for a much-needed deep sleep. After greeting her doorman, she hopped on the elevator and rose up the floors to her place. Grabbing her keys, she pushed the door open. "Home, sweet home." She smiled. The brunette shut the door, and jumped when she saw someone next to her. On instinct, she pulled a fist back and moved to punch the man in the face.
 
Just as the beautiful Helena pulled her fist back the Joker pulled the trigger of his water gun, spraying the beauty in the face with a slow acting paralyzing liquid that would ensure she felt the agony of the beating she was about to get from him. The Joker's cane came down on her shoulder to weaken her punch, even as he endured the blow and fell back into a small table on the side of the wall, breaking it as he fell to the ground. "AHhahahahhahaha! That's a hell of a punch ya got there! Chip off the ol block aren't ya!?"
 
Helena gasped when some of the liquid got into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but she was soon falling to the ground. She hot the floor with a loud thud and looked up at him. "What are you doing here?!" She growled. How had he found her?! The hero tried to sit up, but she was unable to move. Her shoulder was sore, and she started to panic. "What did you do to me?!" Helena yelled in a rage.
 
The Joker picked himself up and dusted off his purple suit jacket with one hand while twirling his cane with the other. He glared down at the Huntress who had managed to give him a better shot to the face than he wanted to admit. "Ohh poor bat baby! Don't you get it? I figured out who dear old pappy was, the old man can't compete anymore and I want to hit him where it will hurt the most. His pride and joy..." He skipped around the woman as she started to scream with rage. "Like Father like Daughter. Shut up.." The Joker reached his hand back and smashed the heavy end of his cane across her face almost as hard as he could. "It's a special blend of my Joker Toxin! It will have you feeling everything while you won't be able to move! So tell me. Before you lose feeling in your mouth. Back hand or straight shot?" His hand shot forward, jabbing her chest with the cane, hard enough to drive some air from her lungs before he struck her with a back handed swipe of the cane in the ribs.
 
Helena was left with her head staring straight up at the ceiling. Her eyes tried to follow him, but she no longer had control of her body. She was hyperventilating while she tried to scream, hoping that one of her neighbors would hear her and try to help. She let out a pained cry as he hit her, and her face already started to swell. The hero tried to curse at him, but blood bubbled up from her mouth instead as she lay lifeless on the floor. She wheezed again as he hit her, and involuntary tears sprang to her eyes.
 
Seeing his work was done already he sighed and dropped the cane to the ground in sorrow. "Already crippled eh? Daddy would have lasted another few minutes. Guess you have the will power of your mother. Shame really." The Joker fell to his knees next to Helena and brushed her dark hair out of her face and tilted her head to the side so she wouldn't choke and drown on her own blood. "Really though I had no idea how strong this was. I made it for Super Girl but thought you would be a good test first. I have a plan for all you ladies. Would you like to see it?" The Joker started to laugh again while he stood and grabbed Helena by the arm and dragged her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Say, do you keep any ropes in your room? I bet you do. Anyone who wears what you wear at night has to be a freak right? Don't go too far now." He joked while dropping her in the middle of the floor and skipping off to search her bedroom...
 
Helena glared when he brought up her parents. Being the daughter of Batman and Catwoman meant that she had to defend them often. But he wouldn't let her with this poison he'd shot at her. When he turned her head, the blood started to drip on the floor. The woman desperately wanted to fight back, but instead he was able to pull her into the bathroom like she was a blanket. When he dropped her, she tried to move again. He didn't need to know that she had an entire bin of BDSM stuff, because she was going to find a way out of it.
 
The Joker kicked her bedroom door in and stepped back in case of a trap. He completely expected it since she was indeed the daughter of the Batman himself. He waited for a few second while wiggling his long eyebrows. Once he was sure there was no trap he strutted into the room like he owned the building. Quickly the Joker started going through her drawers and dressers until he came to the bdsm bin and his normally stuck on grin grew ten times bigger. "Yep! This will do nicely!" He laughed and dragged the bin back to the bathroom. He pulled a set of metal cuffs from the bin and lifted her arms up, clamping them around her wrist then hoisted her with one hand while pulling the shower curtain back with the other. "For a heroine you're really light. Anyone ever tell you that?" He joked and slid her arms up so that the chain of the cuffs would keep her hanging from the metal rod of the shower head. "Now, now! That is much better!" He shouted while his eyes drank in the sight of Helena hanging helpless while hot water poured down her body.
 
Shit. She should've known better. He was slimy, and he would find her most secret possession first. She'd stopped bleeding as he cuffed her hands sightly and forced her up. Her head fell back, her long black hair falling toward her ass as he hooked the cuffs around the showerhead. Huntress groaned as the steaming hot water ran down her chest and body, making her clothes cling to her tightly. The water her, and the woman let out a pained groan as best she could.
 
"Mmm god woman! You know how to make a man's blood boil don't you? Shame I couldn't have just made you do what I said. I know better than to trust that. I would have loved to see you move that body. Harley was always good for that but your old man locked her away for good. So I get to have my fun with you. Hey maybe if you really impress me I'll give you what I gave to her, and you can be my new best gal! Hahahahahaha!" The Joker stepped into the shower with a thick leather ball gag and shoved it into Helena's mouth, locking it in place behind her head while he pressed his body against her broken and battered torso. He slowly stroked her face with one hand while the other traced down her injured side and applied pressure to her bruised ribs. "What else do we have in that toy box hmmm?"
 
God, Helena wanted to kill him. For so many reasons, but this took first place. She knew this was just the beginning, and the idea made her want to vomit. The hero tried to ignore him, but it was no use, and he'd still gotten under her skin. The woman tried to shrink away from him as he pressed up against her battered body, but it was no use. Helena grunted when he forced the gag into her bloody mouth, strapping it tight so she couldn't knock it out. Another whimper came as he pressed on her bruises.
 
"I asked you a question. You answer when I ask you a question got it!?" He shouted and smashed his knee up into her abdomen hard then took a step out of the shower to rummage through her toys. Clamps, flogs, spread bars. All the fun stuff for a fairly vanilla night. He sighed and looked back at her over his shoulder. "No cattle prods or anything? When your mom dresses like a teens wet dream you would think you had a better sex life. Oh well these will have to do." The Joker grabbed the clamps and walked back to Helena, spreading them apart wide then he let them snap on her nipples hard. His fingers quickly twisted the small metal rod at the base until they were so tight they would almost draw blood. "Come now, moan if you like this. It's no fun if I can't hear you make any noise at all."
 
Helena couldn't talk, and he knew that. The hero grunted when he kneed her in the stomach. The woman could feel some tingling coming back to her body, and she started to get a little excited. She could squeeze her fist, and she knew she could soon do more, but not before he clamped her nipples. Helena cried out in pain as her sensitive buds were clamped tightly, and tears bloomed in her eyes once more. The Huntress whimpered softly but she could soon bend her arm.
 
"That's it, just what I wanted to hear. Now tell me do you like long tongues?" He asked while gripping the top of her wet shirt and yanking it as hard as he could, splitting it down the center to leave her torso exposed to him. The Joker reached out for the flogger and cane he had left at the side of the bathtub and picked both items up. He forced the cane to rest between Helena's thighs, against her pussy while he took the flogger and started to smack her wet body with the hard leather. Once, twice three times, each crack louder and harder than the last. "If that falls from between your legs, I'm gonna force it inside you!"
 
The tingling started to spread through her body, and she could flex her muscles again. Helena saw a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel. But that hope didn't come before the vile man tore open her wet top, exposing her. Soon came the flogger, causing Helena to cry out as it hit against her wet ass. After a while she could curl her toes, and she was ready to fight back. Helena kicked back, aiming for his duck as the cane fell into the tub. She jumped and got the handcuffs off the top of the shower, and she was soon stumbling out of the bathroom.
 
The Joker gasped as two beautiful feet dug into his groin and he fell to his knees. "Bitch..." He groaned while Helena started to stumble out of the bathroom. Who the fuck did she think she was? He stood up and drew a black gun from his pocket and stepped out of the shower. He followed her for a few moments and took aim. With a single breath of air he pulled the trigger and fired the gun, launching two metal prongs into her back. A second pull of the trigger sent an electrical current through some cables tied to the metal prongs and connected to the gun, the tasers effect coming into play completely. Joker watched Helena for a moment then dropped the gun and went to get the spread bar that was in her trunk. He returned to her and used the clamps on her spread bar to secure her feet far enough apart that it would be impossible to run, then unlocked the cuffs and forced her hands behind her back, using the cuffs to once again lock her in place while forcing her chest to stick forward.
 
Just when Helena thought she was home free, two needles were shot into her back. Her entire body seized up when the electricity shot through her, and she fell to the ground. The hero was still recovering when he came over with her spreader bar, spreading her legs wide so she couldn't move anymore. Another grunt came as her hands were pulled back behind her body, causing her clamped nipples to just out even more. Huntress started to curse at him from behind the gag.
 
The Joker listened as she started to curse at him and dropped to his hands and knees, placing his ear to the gag. "Hm? What's that? Ohhh yes, I love it when a woman talks like a dirty whore. OH! You kiss your mother with that mouth? Naughty thing." He started chuckle under his breath all while he tugged on the clamps of her nipples. Suddenly he moved his face to the side of Helena's and dragged his tongue up her face, tasting her with a long stroke of his tongue. The Joker pulled himself behind Helena and yanked her pants down to her spread ankles and looked at her seemingly perfect rear. "Just like mommy. I took her too ya know? It's why she stopped. Think I should go for broke and make you stop too?"
 
Helena tried to move away from him, but he had her stationary. She was unable to do anything but curse at him. She was going to kill him. She didn't know how bad she didn't know when, but he was going to die. Another grunt came as he pulled down her wet shirts and panties to expose her sex. It was bad enough, but when he talked about her mother again she growled. Helena tried to kick him again, using the bar as most of the forced but she didn't have much luck.
 
As Helena tried to kick the Joker he drove the flat of his palm into the back of her head and ground it. "IF YOU TRY THAT AGAIN I'LL DOSE YOU WITH SO MUCH OF THAT DRUG THAT YOU WON'T EVER WALK AGAIN, JUST LIKE BARBRA, GOT IT?" The mad man shouted as he stood up and dropped his pants, kicking them off with a simple kick of his feet. Once again he dropped down and started to kiss down her shoulders and back, only stopping to pull the metal prongs out of it. Once those were out he moved his face down to her hip and bit hard, sucking the flesh angerly so he could leave a deep purple bruise on her.
 
Her head his the ground, and her vision started to swim once more. She'd had too many hits to the head, and Helena knew no good could coke of that. Another growl, but she didn't retaliate this time. In fact, that was her new strategy: do nothing. He started to kiss down her body, causing her to dry heave. Soon he was biting down and sucking on her skin, and Helena just bit down on the gag even harder to keep herself under control.
 
The Joker found himself annoyed at how she wasn't making a sound at this point. The mad man stood up and walked around her to look Helena over, worried she might have been knocked out when he hit her. "Hey, move or something." He demanded as he struck her shoulder with his white sock covered foot. His hand reached down and grabbed her by the dark hair and lifted her until she was looking up at his half hard tool. He smirked at the woman and slapped her in the face with the white meat.
 
Nothing was going to work. At least he's stopped sucking on her, but now he was walking around her to look at her. She growled as she was forced up by the hair, much of her upper body coming up along with her. The huntress was soon staring at his cock, and she gagged once more when he hit her in the face with it. Another string of curses muffled by the gag came, and it seemed to be a vicious cycle.
 
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