I entered the dungeon, bullwhip in hand, dressed to the hilt--tightly clad in a full hooded catsuit which showed off my large breasts, small waist and ample hips. I strutted in black thigh high platform boots, my makeup done in catlike eyes and whiskers. The Joker lay on the torture rack without his tacky purple suit on. He looked scared and worried; he had no idea of what I was going to do to him.
"Ah," I said. "I can see my helpers tied you up just the way I instructed. Let's see what you're going to joke about now, Joker! Do you know why I brought you here?"
"Because you can't resist my charm, Catwoman?"
"No," I said, tapping his face with my gloved hands, warning him for a big slap across the face. "Because I know that you have the secrets to Batman's cave. You know how to access his hard drive, and you have the capability of finding out how all of his interesting gadgets work."
"That may be true, Catwoman, but you'll never find those secrets from me!"
"Meow!" I said, "Kitty cats get whatever they want if they're persuasive enough. If you don't tell me what I want to know, I will torture you."
"Do whatever you like, Catwoman. You will never get answers from me."
I reached into my top drawer medical cabinet, and pulled out ten sharp-edged metal fingertips and placed them on each of my gloved fingers.
"Let's find out how funny you really think things are when I tickle you with my claws!"
I reached over along his torso and started gliding the tips of my fingers up and down his sides, making sure he felt the cold metal threatening to penetrate his skin.
"Are you ticklish here, Joker?" I reached under his ribcage and dug in three of my fingers.
He winced in pain, and a half giggle. "You'll never get the answers from me, Catwoman."
"We'll see about that. Maybe if tickling doesn't work, I'll put tuna oil all over your body, and have five of my kittens lick it off with their rough tongues!"
"Never!" was his reply.
I continued to tickle both of his sides, digging my finger tips deeper and deeper into his flesh, until he could do nothing else but laugh and laugh. A painful laugh.
"Well, apparently, my tortures aren't going to work on you. Maybe if we can come to a compromise." I said.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Maybe if we were to pull together as a team and get Batman together? You know, he kind of likes me, and I have many ways of seducing him. How does that sound?"
"What do you mean, a team?"
"Well," I started, gently caressing his body up and down with my bladed fingertips, "I have secrets, too. About Batman. You tell me his secrets and I will tell you all of the dirt on him."
"Sounds good." He said. "I'll tell you his secrets, but please don't tickle me anymore. Then you will tell me what you know, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
"All the information you want to know about Batman is in the pocket of my jacket lying on the chair over there. It's a disk telling how to access his cave and the hard drive."
I pretended to pull the disk out of his coat, and put it into my computer.
"Ah, very good," I said, "Everything that I wanted to know."
"Now tell me what you know, Catwoman."
"Meow, not so fast. Maybe I had nothing to tell you," I casually slipped each claw tip back on to my gloved fingers and slowly moved across the room toward him, my eyes narrowing.