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Captured	By : FairyLights Category: +A through F > Batman: Arkham City Views: 4256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Arkham Knight or any of its predecessors or characters. I am not making any money from writing this story.

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The evacuation warnings sounded a minute or two down the tunnel. Aubrey saw the walls beginning to crack and trucks raced down the path one after the other. But, she hardly noticed. Her mind was still in the control booth. She heard their laughter in her head; their sick comments stamping within. She shielded herself from the man sitting beside her, already picturing him doing the same. Sure, his men weren’t allowed to touch her. Though, he never mentioned he’d follow his own rule.

The military trucks reached the outside and drove up the ramp to the top tier. The harsh scent of sulfur and smoke filled her lungs. The blasts thundered behind the walls of Ace Chemicals, bits of brick and glass raining down on them. Aubrey saw the building close to collapsing as the truck stopped on the top tier. She didn’t say anything as the commander led her towards the helicopter’s back ramp. This wasn’t a time to struggle or flee. She kept up with the commander’s long strides and took her place beside him in the transport. He buckled her into her seat and paused to look at her. She felt sick. The knots in her stomach hadn’t untangled and every pressing thought tightened them. Knowing his eyes were studying her worsened everything. Yet, he didn’t touch her. He didn’t press against her or brush her thigh. He simply looked at her. The jolt of the takeoff brought her back to reality. Gravity pulled at her insides as if it tried filling her shoes. She tried steadying her breathing.

“Breathe,” he said to her, cupping her cheek, “Just breathe and count to ten.”

Aubrey took his advice and began counting each breath. She never did like flying. Bruce always went to meetings overseas. Then cold steel touched her skin. The knife she’d stolen off the guard hung tight inside an inner pocket, poking her skin every so often. She considered pulling it out and stabbing his leg, but then looked to the men around her. None of them noticed her in their commander’s embrace and didn’t meet her eyes. She guessed they either didn’t care or saw the soldiers’ punishment. If she stabbed him, where would she go? She guessed they were miles above Gotham now. Sticking someone isn’t a good idea when one’s in a plane full of well-trained soldiers. Her stomach eased once they landed. When the plane door went down, she saw the familiar rooftop of Queen Industries. The commander touched one of his bat-shaped ears.

“Why’d we land here, solider?” he asked annoyed.

“Sir, the last transport ship is still on the Dillinger’s helipad. This is the closest I could get.”

“Damn.” He addressed the group coming off the helicopter, “Sergeant, contact headquarters and send a squad car. You four start setting up the second relay station. We can’t have Batman breaking into the airships.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” the men said in unison.

He kept a hold on her arm as the group walked towards the elevator. “Sergeant,” he said, “I’ll meet you downstairs. I want that car here in no less than five minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”

Once inside the elevator, she considered this opportunity. Nobody around to stop her. He was unaware. She looked at the descending numbers, thinking of hitting him when they reached ground level. It was his fault she’d been in that control booth. It was his fault she wasn’t safely secured in the Batcave, but instead in the middle of Founder’s Island. She shivered thinking of their hands. She shut out the thought of what could've happened back there. Nothing she thought of sounded good. The ill sensation came back right away.

“That won’t happen to you again,” his voice broke the elevator’s silence. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

“Why do you care what happens to me?”

He hesitated. “Because Scarecrow wants you unharmed. It’d be hard to recognize you if someone bruised up your beautiful face.”

‘Beautiful face’? The words sounded odd coming from him. She shifted away as much as his hand let her. Her eyes met the numbers again. They were two floors away from the lobby. She couldn’t do it here. There’d be a truck of militiamen right outside and walked about the island. Running straight from the lobby sounded plain foolish. She wouldn't make it. Eyeing the commander’s sidearm, she knew he’d shoot her. He didn’t have to kill her to stop her.

They reached the lobby and she saw the stretch ahead of her. A green and gold carpet led from the elevator to the front door. A spacious room, they’d already added windows and put in the receptionist desk. Oliver Queen told her about the waiting room couches and televisions for patient clients. It was a long stretch of carpet leading from the elevator to the door. She could try zigzagging to avoid gunfire, but she’d still run into the men outside. She definitely wouldn't make it. He’d shoot her before she even reached the door. Feeling the knife poke her again, she'd have to keep waiting.

"Don't even think about running now," the commander said. "You'd be stupid to. The tracker in your neck will tell me where you are."

"What if I take it out, huh?"

"You'd end up slicing your jugular artery," he explained as they walked down the hall. "I placed it there for that reason."

"You bastard," she spat.

"The bastard that stopped a bunch of men from raping you." He walked her out to the truck outside and pushed her inside. "You're welcome for that by the way."

Three of them: the driver, commander and herself filled the car. The rest would be following them shortly. When the truck sped off, she figured they’d be heading somewhere else on the island. Bruce knew this city as well as she did. Wherever this man took her, Bruce would be able to find her. She thought about the injection gun and what the commander stuck in her neck. He was right. He’d know where she was at all times. It didn’t matter if she ran away. He’d come after her and drag her back to his headquarters. She touched the spot closest to the middle of her throat and winced. The injection point remained tender and slightly swollen, though it'd relax in a few hours.

Looking out the window, he’d completely taken over Founder’s Island. In the skies, she spotted drones already surveying the rooftops and checkpoints placed on the streets. A large tank rolled past them along with soldiers shooting down thugs they came across in the streets. Founder’s Island was theirs now. How can Bruce fight all these men?

“Where we going now?” she asked him. He didn’t answer her this time. When she turned to him, she knew why. In his hand, he held a rose gold cellphone. Her phone. “Where’d you get that? Give it back! That’s private,” she reached for it, but he pulled it from reach.

“Who’s this?” he asked, examining a picture of her and Adam.

“Why does it matter who he is?”

“Who is he? Your boyfriend?” he scoffed, unimpressed. “Not surprising. I figured you’d go for someone safe; someone who wouldn’t cause trouble.”

“How would you know what I’d ‘go for’? You don’t know me.”

“I know you more than you’d think.”

She hesitated. She could do it right now. His driver was distracted and so was he. She'd risk running. The commander continued looking at her phone, scrolling through more pictures of Adam. Seeing Wayne International Plaza, she knew they were close to Mercy Bridge. Bleake Island is on the other side. She might find a car or maybe a police officer for a ride. From there, if she went a bit further, she can reach the Clock Tower and stay with Barbara. The former crime fighter can disable the tracker. Either way, she’d contact Bruce and tell him what she knew. Seeing the commander staring at a particular picture, she braced herself. Her whole body numbed seeing the bridge’s opening. Covered by construction barriers and holes, she already saw Bleake Island down the way.

It was stupid.

It was reckless.

But she had no other choice. Slowly, Aubrey retrieved the knife from her pocket. As the commander shut off her phone, she couldn’t hesitate. In an instant, she lifted the knife and stabbed the driver’s shoulder. The truck’s tires made an awful screeching sound that matched the driver’s howls. Steering the truck with an injured shoulder, the driver lost control of the wheel. Aubrey hit her door as the truck spun down the street, kicking up dirt as the tires screeched. She moved to her car door, but the force of the spinning put her fingers out of reach. Grabbing onto the driver’s seat, she gripped the door when thrusted forward. As she opened the door, fingers grazed over her arm and someone shouted her name.

Arms on her chest, she rolled out to the sound of the crash. Looking behind her, the truck slammed on its side to the wall and she saw someone emerging. Aubrey got up to her feet and ran away from the bridge. Her heart thumped in her chest as gunshots fired. The jacket's heavy padding weighed down her run but she made it to the nearest alleyway. She can cut through the back streets to The Clock Tower. Her feet ached and calves burned, but she kept going. She wouldn't look back even as the footsteps came fast on her heels. She almost shrieked from the adrenaline inside her.

A car zoomed by her right as she exited the maze of alleys. Her heart jumped into her throat as she kept going. She did not stop. One thing, however, never occurred to her. Hundreds of thugs littered the streets. She saw various names on the vests. Some she knew, but not others. Nobody noticed her; they appeared too caught up in their destruction. She felt thankful for it. She reached a dark, ransacked convenience store and jumped through the window. The back door. The place must have a back door. She found it behind the counter. Running around it, she stopped in her tracks.

"Well lookie what we have here," a thug in black and red smiled at her. His clown makeup told her who he served. "Gotham's sweetheart."

"She looks a little beat up," one of his comrades approached. "But I don't mind that."

The first man stopped him. "No."

"No? The hell do you mean 'no'? Ain't nobody here to protect her."

"Harley gave us orders," he said firmly. "If we found the little tramp, we're to take her to the fairgrounds."

"So I'm supposed to keep it in my pants because Harley says so?"

"No, because the Arkham Knight fucker will put a bullet in your chest." He looked to Aubrey again and moved to her, “Come on, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.”

Aubrey weakly threw a punch, but he caught it in his hand. Laughing, he swung his own fist around to her temple. For a second her vision blurred and doubled. Then she hit the pavement.

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Something rough scratched on her wrists. She tried moving, but it kept a firm hold on her. Wiggling side to side, she found she couldn’t move much at all. Her legs remained forced to a soft mattress and ropes kept them in place. She gave a soft whine. She’d gotten free only to be captured again. Last she remembered, one of Harley’s thugs knocked her out in an alleyway. She’d lost “The Arkham Knight” in the chase, but it won’t be long. The tracker in her neck will tell him where she is. Opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. She spotted posters of a familiar white face on the wall, dotted in red lipstick kisses. They laughed at her menacingly from where they hung. Racks of various weapons hung on the walls, alongside armor and other gear. All of them red and blue, she knew who they belonged to. Once the girlfriend of the Joker, Harley clearly gained control of his remaining forces. How she managed that, Aubrey didn’t know.

“Look who’s awake,” a high-pitched voice called nearby. She heard light footsteps come her way. “I worried I might have to start without ya.”

Harley came up beside her. She hadn’t changed much. White face paint concealed the fair skin underneath, and she kept the ends of her ponytails dyed red and blue respectively. However, she stood nearly naked. Her underwear-blue and red-clung lowly on her hips, showing off the tattoos she’d gotten. Joker’s face laughed from here too. Anyone seeing her would drool, but Aubrey didn’t care. The youngest Wayne growled at her. How could she let herself be captured so easily?

“Let me go, Quinn!” Aubrey retorted.

“Let you go? But that Arkham guy hasn’t even shown yet; neither has Batsy. How can I get him if I let you go?” a warm hand slowly inched up Aubrey’s thigh. “You weren’t wearing any underwear. How naughty.”

“Stop it!” she tried rolling her hips away but her bounds made it difficult. “Stop!”

“You have such a pretty one.” Three fingers slid right up her middle, rubbing over the velvety skin there. “Not a single hair on you; nice and pink. Mr. J would’ve loved yours. Well, not as much as mine but close. You wanna see?” She slipped off the underwear, standing naked beside the bed. A light peach fuzz covered a strip going up her mound. “Mr. J liked tasting mine a lot. He’d like watching me…” she rested between Aubrey’s thighs, “Taste you too.”

“That Knight guy will kill you if you touch me,” she threatened. “He choked out a guy who tried touching me.”

She quivered at the hand continuing to examine her. Harley spread her folds gently, awing at the pink nub up top. She cooed as she said, “He won’t find out. He might even like it. Seeing this pretty pussy all drenched and open.” Her fingers in a V-shape, Harley’s fingers brushed the sides of her clit. She continued this before laughing, “Look how wet you’re getting.”

Little shocks of pleasure sparked up in her. Gentle touches moistened her center; it warmed up Harley’s teasing hand the longer she stroked. “I got soooo wet looking at this,” she stopped her touching and moved upwards. “And these too. You got nice ones,” she pulled down Aubrey’s bra and squeezed her breasts. Aubrey tried escaping the touch, yet she could not. Harley began pinching and rolling her nipples around. “I’m surprised the Knight hasn’t played with them yet. Or maybe he did? You were half naked under that jacket.”

She began sucking each nipple tenderly, her hips grinding into Aubrey’s as she did so. Her soft moans sounded so inviting for a moment. She felt the woman’s fuzzy landing strip rub on her smooth sex; it created a friction Aubrey tried pushing away from. Harley’s tongue started rapidly flicking over them and she forced back moans. She winced at teeth nibbling at her collarbone. It reminded her of Jason strangely, who loved leaving his marks on her. Her pussy pulsed slightly and Harley smirked. Sensing the restrained enjoyment, she kissed down her front to the arousal. This time, she licked. Her groans vibrated over the sensitive bundle and lips; her tongue traced them and swirled around it. She spread them using her thumbs which gave her direct contact. Jason used to do the same and it drove her wild. Aubrey whimpered once a finger teased her entrance. Harley plunged one digit it, filling her to the knuckle. She heard muffled words like ‘tight’ and ‘soaking’, but she barely comprehend them. The sensation boiled in between her thighs that coaxed out more cries. Stars began bursting in front of her as Harley pleasured her. She’d never been with a woman before, but it felt...nice.

“Lick me now.” Harley straddled her chest in reverse, pushing her hips into Aubrey’s face.

Sweet, slick juices covered her mouth. Aubrey kept her lips firmly apart, but Harley did not seem to mind. Clearly, she’d get her orgasm whether Aubrey complied or not. However, she tricked her. Harley’s warm mouth and fingers resumed their work and Aubrey’s lips parted. Her clit sliding over the open mouth, Harley grinded her faster. Aubrey watched firm, round cheeks gyrated. The kind of ass you’d spank. Aubrey realized there’s only one way of escape and she went for it.

“Oh fuck yeah! Suck it!” Harley cried out, feeling a pair of lips eagerly sucking her now.

She pushed a second finger into Aubrey as they continued. It was insane. It was wrong. She should be crying, not moaning. Yet, Harley’s fingers worked her so well. Her tongue kindled flames deep in Aubrey’s stomach. She pictured the last time Jason did this to her, his slim fingers prodded her sweet spot each time. It’s humiliating. Harley will no doubt tell people what happened; people will know and say horrible things when this is over. Still, Aubrey pushed her hips to Harley’s fingers. Eventually, Harley withdrew from her and untied her legs. She lifted them and sat in the middle. Aubrey groaned loudly as Harley’s pussy rubbed on hers. She could feel their clits moving together; their juices causing them to slide. Aubrey moved opposite her to create more friction which caused both women to pant and yelp. Breathy curses filled the air; their skin took on a light sheen from the temperature between them. The breaking point came in the form of Harley sucking her nipples again. Aubrey came hard, her orgasm rocking through her. She couldn’t control herself. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hips moved as more cum dripped from them. Harley finished right after, but did not stop.

“Stop. Stop. It’s sensitive,” Aubrey whispered.

“We’re not stoppin’ yet! Not until I got this pussy worn out from being fucked so much!”

She got off Aubrey and rushed to the end table. She held a long black dildo in front of Aubrey before sticking it in her mouth. The taste of silicone pushed out any remains on her mouth. Harley encouraged her to suck, watching in fascination as Aubrey took a good amount of it. The best part came when Harley pushed it inside her; the thickness stretched her a bit further and went deeper than Harley’s fingers. It touched right on her g-spot, a tight feeling building in her again. Fuck, it feels good. She’d never done anything like it before. Adam and her used toys but out of necessity. He's simply not good on his own...not like Jason. Her sensitivity amplified feeling Harley rub three fingers over her clit again. She didn’t care who heard her now; it is too much to bear. She knew she’d cum a second time if Harley continued this way. Harley did not take a side line to it though. Scissoring her legs, Harley slipped the other half inside her. Their lower halves started moving into one another, each of them lost in the pleasure.

“Oooh, somebody’s gonna cum again!” she taunted, already recognizing the contorted face of Aubrey’s. “Yeah, that’s right! Cum for me! Cum all over that cock-”

She nearly screamed from the pleasure. It exploded inside her like a bomb. She nearly bounced herself on it now. Once it ended, she lay back on the bed. Is she done now? Aubrey gazed around the room through heavy lidded eyes. She need a way out. Harley soon followed her, her eagerness clear in her crashing hips. The pair stayed that way a moment, catching their breath and feeling a chill over their sweaty skin. Soon, Harley pulled the toy out and set it aside on the bed. She didn’t rub or touch Aubrey now. She only grabbed a cloth and began wiping both of them. However, Harley did not untie her.

“You stay here,” she grinned, pecking Aubrey’s lips, “I got another surprise for ya.”

The woman dressed herself again and left the office. She heard hooting and hollering from outside in the main room. Her heart raced from what will happen next. She needed to escape her. Then a miracle happened. Twisting her wrist this way and that, her hand squeezed through the ropes binding her. Her sweat must’ve slicked the skin to let it come out. Her hands scratched red, she quickly undid the bonds at her feet. She heard footsteps coming back up from the hallway nearby. Deep voices and more cheering stabbed fear in her chest. Quickly, she picked up the bedsheet, wrapped it around her body and headed through a door on the opposite side. It lead to a damp, abandoned hallway that she recognized well. She needed to keep moving. She can’t let them catch her again. They won’t be so lenient this time
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