Scarecrow's Punishment (Rp for Said)

[KathyKane]

Almost as if in response to Crane's cry, an ominous shadow blocked the one bright light in the cave, the silhouette of the bat in all its fear and glory. Bright reflective eyes the only features in the fearsome shadow as it spread its wings, and The Batman himself glided down to stand before Scarecrow.

"As they LIKE Mr. Crane? I've just analyzed your serum and we are ALL currently acting without inhibitions! In fact... I"VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE! HEE HEE!" His normally menacing deep voice now sounded like an over enthusiastic and utterly self aware game show announcer, and he, the Batman, was grinning ear to ear!

"SO Step Right Up for another game of...SUPER VILLAIN JUSTICE! Where the Batfamily of Gotham makes the Villians of Arkham cry Mommy!" The others all stared in disbelief at the newly boisterous and cheerful host batman before all of them began laughing like hyenas.

Only Nightwing kept his focus, applying another four Sharp snaps of his makeshift whip. *Snap!* *CRACK!* SNAP!* and *CRACK!*

"Step aside Nightwing, my Bat paddle is REALLY going to make him scream!" The Red Robin now took up position behind Crane while Damien and Bat girl whooped in approval. He lined up Crane's reddened buttocks with his paddle and measured the swing, once, twice, three times, tapping the enflamed ass each time with the cool paddle.

[Said]

The dark, ominous shadow of the vigilante made the scrawny Scarecrow all but shudder, but when the stoic, straight faced Batman then started to laugh, almost as if he'd been infected by some Joker venom, that was when he truly began to feel afraid.

Fear was his livelihood, his obsession, what he built his whole life around. Making others scream and cry and quake in fear fulfilled him more than anything else in the world. Ever since he was a child, it had made him feel more powerful and alive than anything else ever could. However, that wasn't to say that he enjoyed being afraid himself. And now, he definitely did feel icy cold drops of fear trickle through his veins and down his spine.

Four more cruel strokes of the cord landed on his backside, making him howl. The tears he had been holding back jumped forth from his eyes and he couldn't restrain the sob that rose from his skinny throat and escaped from his trembling lips.

Not more than a moment after that, he felt the firm material of that dreaded paddle the Red Robin was wielding rest against his enflamed backside. The pats made him flinch each time, his breath hitching each time. He tried to brace himself, but he knew it was futile. Nothing would minimise the pain of what was about to happen.

[KathyKane]

Tim let loose with a determined, heavy *CRACK* of the paddle on flesh. The paddle was made of wood and bound in a tight leather coat, the metal studs across its surface adding to the pain and leaving little red dimples in the flesh it chastised.

The younger vigilante's laughed and hollered at Crane's cries, while Batman himself spoke in the same booming voice: "He'll feel THAT in the morning!" But Tim was far from done. He settled into a pattern one harsh hard strike followed by several seconds for his victim to scream, shake and react to, before calmly resetting the paddle and slamming it home with force again.

At least twenty strokes landed across Scarecrow's backside before Damien jumped up with his hand raised. "Hold on Red Robin! I've got something else to punish him with."

Batgirl had crossed around to Crane's front ant was smiling evilly at his reactions up close. She licked her lips dramatically when he looked up at her. "Hurry up Robin, I want a go at him next. Teehee!"

[Said]

The twenty cracks of the paddle may as well have been a hundred. Crane hadn't bothered counting them, but by five he had started to plead and beg. Tears running down his typically pallid face, a face now flushed pink due to crying and humiliation. If someone else had been in this position, he would have had no sympathy. Crane was not a nice man by any means, he hadn't an ounce of compassion in him, but these people were meant to be on the side of justice! Justice surely must be tempered with mercy!

His begs fell on deaf ears and by the tenth he gave up, merely crying out at the swats, his voice, normally educated and self-assured now shrill and desperate. The former psychologist could hear the Bat family mocking his suffering, and if he hadn't been so wary of angering them further, he would have warned them all that he'd surely have revenge on each of them (and as was his style, the revenge would be far more terrifying than they could even imagine).

However, the thoughts of revenge on them did little to soothe him and when the last of the twenty strokes fell, the villain leant limply against the back of the heavy steel chair. His back trembling. Although he couldn't see it for himself, his backside was already deep red and would no doubt remain painful for quite a while after this night. How he would act as if it wasn't bothering him while in Arkham, he didn't know. The idea of the other rogues knowing about this was almost as horrible as this punishment itself.

"D-Don't you think you've done enough?! How much longer do you plan on tormenting me?" He protested as he heard that two more of the Bat family, at least, had intentions to join in. "Just take me back to Arkham! Please! This is too much!"

[KathyKane]

With all the professionalism of a butcher undoing a bag of meat, Damien, the shortest of the vigilante's gathered cut scarecrow's hands free of the chair, and instead, hung his handcuffed wrist on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It allowed Crane to dangle, just off the ground, he could stand just barely on tiptoe. producing the batarang again, he proceeded to cut away the rest of Crane's costume, slowly, carefully, the sharp razor of the blade coming to touch the skin, but never to cut it. Symbolically, Damien removed the man from the monster, tossing Scarecrow's costume aside leaving only Johnathan Crane, hanging naked and helpless in a pool of light. The menacing shape of Batman's silhouette engulfs the light as he saunters over, chuckling in a deep throaty voice.

"How long? For as long as it PLEASES us Johnny! For Posterity Mr. Crane, we will hear more begging and pleading now if you care for it...The Boy Wonder has something special planned!"

As if in response to Gameshow Batman's announcement, Robin produced two tools from his belt, a bright red ball gag, and a thin, gyro-scoping leather cane.

[Said]

The scrawny villain's thin arms were raised high above his head, his feet struggling to make contact with the ground. His toes padding around on the floor a little clumsily. While he wasn't by any means strong or athletic, he had always had a certain elegance to his movements. Probably due to his long limbs and slender build, but in this position it was impossible to be graceful or hold oneself up with any dignity. Particularly when you were naked from the waist down and had trails of tears over your face.

He saw the young member of the Bat family move towards him with a blade and inhaled sharply, a worried whimper coming from him. He tried to stay as still as he could, but it was difficult not to shift and tremble in this position. The only thing he could feel even slightly grateful about currently was that the youth seemed to have a steady hand and the remainder of his costume was cut away. He wanted to protest, to demand they stop this madness, but when the knife was so close to his flesh and seeing how far they had gone already... He didn't dare.

His eyes widened as he saw the ball gag and the thin cane that looked like it might pack ever more of a sting than that doubled up cord. "Y-You, you really needn't go any further! I've had enough! I'll cooperate in Arkham, I'll rehabilitate myself!" He knew that wasn't true, but he needed to try. As proud as he was, he wasn't too proud to beg.

[KathyKane]

"That's Right, Mr Crane! Beg! Plead! a little more simpering perhaps? While you still can that is!" The uncharacteristically Jovial batman was practically dancing around the defeated villain, cheering, jeering, causing the already snickering youths to start laughing like hyenas.

Damien stepped forward, and shoved the ball gag deep into Crane's mouth, it was large, and as he started tightening the straps at the back of Scarecrow's head it made it impossible to speak. Applying a second pair of handcuffs to Crane's ankles, Damien, with Nightwing's help gripped Crane's ankles and lifted, tying them to the same hook as his hands, he was now suspended, naked, in a raised diaper position, his reddened buttocks prominently displayed, but crowned by his balls and completely deflated member.

"We'll start with three sets of 10, and then we'll see..." Damien grinned while he spoke, and taped Crane's bottom with the fiber cane, it was thin and flexible, but hard and cold to the touch.

"I found it everyone! Teehee! I found it!" Batgirl returned to the group holding up a large spray bottle proudly. batman eyed it and then spoke in a loud stage whisper. "Salt Water Spray? THAT's going to sting!"