Bruce slumped into the chair, per Scarecrow’s command. The gas was still fogging his mind, making him high, horny, and unfocused. Had he imagined Dick pleading with him to fight, to resist, even as the Joker and Scarecrow fucked the boy mercilessly. And Scarecrow had made Bruce masturbate to it. Big long ropes of cum had spurted out of Bruce with Scarecrow’s and Joker’s maniacal laughing in the background. Scarecrow leaned in to whisper in Bruce’s ear, “Now, Bat bitch, it’s your turn…”