That night.

Storm clouds had rolled over Gotham, pushed from the Gulf Stream of Mexico to envelop America's most notorious city in the windswept howl of rain, thunder, and lightning. Rain spewed from the sky in a violent expanse of water, splattering the sloping skyscrapers, the labyrinthian backalleys, and the elevated subways in a drowning deluge of water. The gothic gargoyles that lifelessly clung eternally to the very tips of Gotham's rooftops seemed to watch as the city was subjected to the worst storm in years, almost like demons as spectators to the very wrath of God Himself.

It was merciful, in some respect, as the fires raging across Gotham were stifled, at least to some extent, by the powerful wind and rain. Police sirens still wailed out as cop cars attempted to navigate the mess that had ravaged the streets. The night of terror that had began several days ago with the super-freaks unleashed was beginning to die down somewhat, if only through the culling of supervillains going on. The police had found the bodies of Two-Face, the Penguin, and Killer Croc, dragging their corpses to the morgue beneath Gotham Central to be examined. It seemed like the super-freaks of Gotham, who had haunted her for years, who dropping like flies. Not only that but Gotham's defenders were disappearing too. Both Batgirl and Robin were MIA, leaving Nightwing, Red Hood, and the second Robin (Damian Wayne) to pick up the slack of fending off the remaining supervillains still on the rampage. The Scarecrow, the Ratcatcher, and King Shark had been subdued but Poison Ivy had taken over Gotham Park, the Mad Hatter had turned Park Row into his own personal wonderland, Man-Bat was roosting somewhere in the Narrows, Clayface had locked down Gotham's largest movie theater, and the Riddler had left a sinister clue to Mayor Hill's doorstep.

The crisis was still unfolding, just less 'fighting in the streets' and more business as usual, albeit with all of Gotham's rogues making their own plays for power. On the second floor of GCPD headquarters, Jim Gordon slammed down his phone, exasperated. A mug of hot coffee, black, rattled on his desk, the only thing that had kept the exhausted police commissioner going these past few days. He had rounded up more hoodlums in 72 hours that he had on his entire time in the police force, feeling stretched thin just to keep order in this damned city. Gotham was always tearing itself apart but never like this. This was the apocalypse, the super-freaks unleashed in force. The Joker's death had really set off a domino effect, some wanted to grab the power vacuum the Clown Prince of Crime had left wide open while others were using the distracted police force to enact their own crazed schemes. He had faith there WAS a light at the end of this tunnel, Batman's sidekicks had helpful in that regard but it was a long one. It didn't help he hadn't from Barbara in quite sometime. He was sure she was fine but after seven missed phone calls, the police commissioner was starting to get very worried indeed.

Thunder rumbled from outside, lightning flashing as wind howled against his wind and rain splattered the glass. Gordon sighed and picked up his coffee mug, taking a deep sip. "Damn it Batman," He said, casting a meaningful glance skyward. "Where are you?"

And then the ceiling exploded.

Gordon was thrown backward, the sheer force of the blast sending out a shockwave that slammed him into his desk. The desk toppled, his computer, coffee mug, and stacks upon stacks of police reports hitting the floor. Gordon shielded his face, chunks of drywall and other debris slamming into his arm. Smoke filled the room, along with a deluge of rain that crashed into his office, no longer blocked by the storm outside.

"God in Heaven, what the hell?" Gordon coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as smoke choked his lungs. As his vision cleared, a whining noise that sounded like a jet engine filled his office. He looked up and his glasses nearly slipped off his nose as his jaw dropped.

One of Jabba's smaller shuttles was hovering over his office, resembling a monster as lightning flash around it. A spotlight engulfed Jim Gordon, making him squint from the harsh light. The spacecraft hovered low above him before it deployed a personal energy shield, blocking out the rain. A tractor beam fired down and in front of Jim materialized Jabba the Hutt, a dozen of his goons, Bib Fortuna, and of course, Harley, Batgirl, and Catwoman, all chained to Jabba's floating dais.

Jim's eyes widened as his eyes beheld the enormous, bloated Hutt and his horrific, monstrous goons. But his eyes went to the front of Jabba's throne, where Barbara was currently lying before the disgusting Hutt, the loathsome slug gangster barely giving her any slack as he held her chain tightly in his grubby fist. Catwoman was pulled taunt onto Jabba's bloated stomach, her chain clutched in the same fist as Barbara's own. Harley, meanwhile, was attending to Jabba's wiggling tail, petting it like a beloved pet, one soft hand stroking up and down its girthy, wiggling tip which was currently flopped onto Jabba's stomach.

Jim's eyes filled with rage at seeing his daughter both on a leash, like some animal, and dressed like stripper. He rose and immediately went for his revolver, any other thoughts gone from his mind at the sight of his daughter captive. Jabba merely chuckled and a Weequay drew first. A laser blast went off and the revolver was blasted from Gordon's hand, spinning through the room. It hit the wall and then hit the carpeted floor in a hulk of vaporized metal.

"Dad!" Barbara cried out as numerous thugs stepped forward. Jabba watched, drooling sadistically, grotesque droplets of slime raining down on Barbara as his tail swelled and thumped in Harley's lap. Harley made some exaggerated cartoon sound effects, like "Bam!", "Pow!" and "Thonk!" as Jabba's goons roughed up Jim Gordon. Gordon was no slouch in hand to hand combat but he was both outnumbered and past his prime. As such, he went down quickly, first taking a fist to the gut then another punch to the face. He went down hard, blood flying from his lips as he crashed to the floor, his glasses rolling across the carpet. One thug smirked and stepped on his glasses, crushing them to add insult to injury.

"Dad-!" Barbara forced out, fighting desperately against Jabba's chain pulling. Harley laughed, cackling at seeing the police commissioner who had been an annoyance to her and the Joker go down. Catwoman just watched, having not particular feelings for Gordon but even she couldn't help but flinch at the wanton cruelty shown by Jabba's men. Jabba kept a strong grip on Barbara's chain, not relenting in choking her as she STRAINED against her chain-leash, her face turning a slight shade of purple from the collar biting into her throat.

"No to worry, my pet," Jabba crooned mockingly to her. He reached down and stroked her bare shoulder, Barbara flinching in disgust, unable to distance herself from the Hutt's roaming hands any further due to the stupid chain and collar. "I won't kill him. Not YET. Ho ho ho! Just making sure the commissioner knows whose in charge."

The door suddenly flew open and Renee Montoya and Harvey Bullock entered, both cops hands on their service pistols. "Gordon, we heard-" Jabba's goons instantly opened fire. Both Montoya and Bullock went down in a hail of blaster fire, dead before they hit the ground. Gordon cried out in horror, fighting his captors as his head was slammed down against his own desk. A Rodian shoved a blaster against his skull and hissed, "Don't move, old man. Unless you went your brains splattered all over this room."

"Secure the station!" Jabba demanded, his tail flopping on Harley's lap. Harley, seeing how turned on her master was, gripped his tail and shoved it inside her mouth. She sucked it like a champ, giving her master a loving blowjob. Jabba sighed in delight, his superior brain easily able to divide between Harley Quinn sucking him off, controlling Barbara and Selina, and his ongoing plot. Most of his men ran out of the room, gunshots and blaster fire echoing through GCPD headquarters as Jabba's goons began to attack Gotham Central's finest.

"You bastard!" Jim snarled, gritting his teeth. "What have you done to my daughter?"

Jabba smirked. He pulled on Barbara's chain and with a rattle, she was dragged to her feet. Barbara tried to resist but Fortuna moved forward and placed a hand between her bare shoulder blades. Batgirl was shoved forward, her breasts meeting Jabba's girth as her metal clad chest met Jabba's rolls of blubbery fat. Jabba sneered and wrapped a slimy hand around her hourglass-shaped waist. Barbara groaned in disgust as Jabba's tongue emerged, again giving her beautiful face a long, lecherous lick, painting her creamy features with his rank drool. Gordon's eyes widened and he tried again to get free of the Rodian but the goon held him down and forced him back against the desk.

"I've merely added her to my collection, ho ho ho!" Jabba said as Fortuna smiled creepily, enjoying the feel of Batgirl's tender flesh against his grotesque, clawed hand. He squeezed Barbara against his bulk, sighing in pleasure as her buxom breasts squashed against his corpulent body. Harley continued to dutifully suck on her master's tail, which shoved itself down her throat with each motion Harley made on it, forcing Quinn to breathe through her nostrils. Catwoman looked aside, squashed as she was against Jabba's bloated belly, trying to ignore the crinkling of her leather leotard, the rattle of her own chain, and the feeling of Jabba's body against her body. "She's pleasured me well, I can assure you of that, Commissioner Gordon."

"When I get my hands on you, you bastard, I'll kill you!" Gordon spat vengefully, snarling at Jabba. "You think you can get away with this?? Kidnapping my daughter and turning her into some depraved sex slave? Kidnapping ME? Taking over police headquarters! One of the Batfamily will stop you! You'll be up to your arms in Robins and Nightwings before you know it!"

Jabba merely smiled. His lecherous probing tongue emerged again from his warted, frog-like maw and gave Barbara's freckled cheek another long, disgusting lick. He laughed to Jabba as his tongue retreated, dribbling some of his excess slime in Batgirl's cleavage, and said:

"I'm counting on it."

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"This is Vicky Vale for Gotham Central News!" Vicky said as she walked through the now overrun police station. She tried to ignore the creepy aliens who had overtaken GCPD headquarters, some of whom gave her leering looks as she passed them, her high heels clicking on the floor. Policemen littered the floors, killed by blaster fire, having only managed to take a few of Jabba's goons with them. The scent of blaster fire was still lingering through GCPD headquarters, walls covered in blaster burns and the floors enveloped in glass. Vicky's camerman, followed her dutifully, Vicky currently speaking to the camera and trying to remain professional, despite thugs and creepy aliens making lustful looks her blonde form. "We're in the midst of an unprecedented situation. Gotham police headquarters has been invaded by aliens! That's right folks, in addition to the supervillain crisis, we're now in the midst of what looks like a scene from Star Trek! I'm told the leader of the aliens has requested an exclusive interview with Gotham Central News, so I'm here on the frontlines to give you the inside scoop."

Vicky entered Gordon's office and gulped as she saw Jabba floated before her at the far end of the room. Her eyes strayed to the various women chained to the loathsome Hutt: Harley had finished sucking Jabba off and was now cuddling his tail as she sat inside its massive girthy curl. She grinned and gave the camera a little wave, adjusting her collar and fluffing her pigtails as she said, "Look ma! I'm on TV!" Batgirl and Catwoman sat side by side before Jabba's heaving gut, their poses mirrored reflections of her other, Jabba holding both their chains in a death grip. Catwoman glowered at the camera and Batgirl blushed, making an effort to smooth her skirts over her bare legs as she became aware millions of people might be watching her right now. Jim Gordon was hogtied to his own chair, a steel clamp over his mouth. He gave a muffled cry at the sight of Vicky Vale and her camerman, cheeks burning with humiliation to see his daughter's scantily clad form flaunted on live TV.

"Ah..." Vicky gulped as her eyes widened at the sight of the huge, grotesque form of Jabba the Hutt, suddenly losing her steel nerve that had served her so well before. She swallowed and slowly approached Jabba, Bib Fortuna and his array of goons chuckling at the pretty blonde reporter's sudden trepidation. "Um...are you the leader of these...aliens?"

"Naturally," Jabba rumbled, the cameraman focusing on Jabba's sloping face despite how disgusting he was. Jabba's blob-like visage filled the televisions of millions across America, the broadcast surging in ratings. "I am Jabba Desilijic Tiure, my dear, the greatest of the Hutt Clan. But you may call me Jabba the Hutt."

"Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin II, we need your help-!" Barbara tried to scream but Jabba silenced her with a jerk of her chain. Selina put a hand on Barbara's own and squeezed her hand. A clever cat knew when to act docile and sweet and Selina knew Barbara's resistance would only increase Jabba's lust and earn Batgirl further punishment. So she shook her head 'No'. Barbara glowered but her throat felt terribly sore and she reluctantly went silent, at least glad the camera wasn't on her anymore. The cameraman shot a look at Vicky, looking wary but Vicky ignored him. She raised the microphone to Jabba's mouth and asked,

"And why have you attacked the GCPD? What do you want?"

Jabba leered at Vicky. Without warning, he reached forward and snatched the microphone from the blonde reporter. Vicky gave a yelp of "Hey-!" but she was silenced as Bib Fortuna stepped behind her. He grabbed her and hissed, "Silence my dear..." as his lekku wrapped around her neck, coiling around her throat and mouth, her screams becoming muffles. Her cameraman turned white as a blaster was shoved into his back. He got the message, swallowed, and kept filming.

Jabba raised the microphone to his maw, his booming voice magnified tenfold across Gotham. "Now hear this!" Jabba thundered. "I come from another world, another galaxy, with vastly superior technology to your puny, primitive city. I have been working in secret from the shadows til now but no more. Know this: I killed the Joker. Ho ho ho! It was all ME. And the fallout from it has been me too. The super-freaks as you call them, rampaged at my design so I could pick them off one by one. In addition, I have begun picking off your costumed heroes, whether by killing, capturing, or..." He smirked and tugged at both Batgirl and Catwoman's chains, eliciting gasps from his slavegirls. "...More pleasurable ways. Now, the time has come for you to surrender to me! I have taken your police station! Your remaining heroes are being HUNTED DOWN by my best bounty hunter. You will turn over your banks to me! You will turn over your personal goods to me! You will turn over your very LIVES to me! From this moment on, Gotham belongs to me! I am its kingpin now! You will swear allegiance to Jabba the Hutt or..."

Offscreen, a thug handed Jabba a blaster. He aimed it dead center at the camera and dropped the microphone, before rumbling:

"Or you shall all die."

Jabba fired. And the broadcast went dead.

In the palace of Jabba the Hutt, wayward princesses and defiant slavegirls aren’t the only things on display… In the quieter moments, when the music is slow and sultry, that is when a Slave Dancer does her Duty… Making credits for her master, stripping, teasing, and if the right ampunt of credits are exchanged? Pleasuring~

Enjoy her my friends. She is at your Service…

The air hung heavy with the smell of spice and incense. Smooth bodies writhed and twisted in the pale moonlight, moving with frantic abandon to the incessant pounding rhythm of the band.

The dark room truly was a hive of scum and villainy. Cretins, drunks, and deviants of nearly every species observed the perverse entertainment on the cold stone floor. The dancers—youthful, agile, and scantily-clad—deftly moved their shapely curves to the music. The crowd of onlookers hooted and hollered; some throwing credits and others merely leering as they eyed their glistening forms.

The current sampling of fruits from the harem—a Twi’lek, a Togruta, and two human females—would be a sight to behold in any establishment. Each possessed a certain grace and beauty that belied their status as eye candy to the jeering onlookers. However, such attributes were of no use to them in their current state. The crowd wanted skin and sweat, and the girls were forced to comply. Their master would not look kindly on disobedience, and this was further emphasized by the sounds of rattling chains and soft moans coming from the kingpin’s throne.

Jabba the Hutt, the apparent ruler of this wretched room, took much delight in the display of debauchery before him. He drooled in excitement at every flip and turn, tracing every curve with his large reptilian eyes. Stories of his lust for humanoid women were known throughout the galaxy, and even among his fellow Hutts—each accustomed to their own bevy of beautiful harem slaves—he was considered especially lecherous. These tales of perversity were evident to all who observed the throne, and even more to the hapless slave who was currently the object of his intense affections.

The human woman was petite but athletic, her nubile form and classical beauty the envy of many on her homeworld. But now her creamy skin and toned body were the property of a crimelord, a master so vile that she shuddered to think of what was to come.

In all actuality, her shuddering was the result of the Hutt’s massive tail voiding her lower lips. His victim attempted to push herself away from its probing tip, but only succeeded in increasing the intent of the Hutt’s appendage to find its target. Warm wetness coated her thighs, and cool slime from her master’s greasy form coated her milk white back.

The girl’s resistance only served to excite the Hutt’s libido, and the erotic show before him made his tail twitch and wiggle inside her. Despite the joy he took in violating his throne pet, his eyes were affixed to a dark skinned dancer adorned in fiery red. Her azulean garments discarded upon her capture from her oceanic homeworld, the young woman was fiery in temperament in a way that enraptured her insatiable master.

The Huttlord continued to pull the chain of his resistant concubine, effectively skewering her on his girthy tail as he penetrated her womb. Every twitch of his phallic lust was accompanied by a hitched moan and jangling chain as the movement between her thighs intensified in speed and power.

The Hutt stared longingly at the shapely ass of his latest acquisition. While her crimson top left much to the imagination, the crowd caught glimpses of her womanly delights as the girl danced and spun.

Without warning, the crimelord dragged his tail out of his writhing pet, eliciting her protests as the tail stimulated her slick walls. As the Hutt eyed the dancer’s exposed midriff, his appendage involuntarily crept across his throne pet’s lower body. When the girl struck a provocative pose, slowly lowering herself to a seductive crouch and wiggling her taut rear, her master began to rub the smooth milky stomach of her slave sister as the leashed brunette groaned. The enslaved showgirl began to slowly rise, twisting her hips in a way that had many in the room fondling themselves to the frantic rhythm of each drumbeat.

The Hutt couldn’t take it much longer. He roughly tugged the chain, causing his pet to sputter as the golden collar tightened around her regal throat. She glared at him with intensity in her auburn eyes, but this resistance was quickly replaced by fear as the crimelord burrowed his tail into her creamy navel. Shocked by this new stimulation, the girl attempted to escape from his probing member, but only succeeded in pushing herself against the Hutt’s corpulent form.

The tail traced the outline of her exposed skin, circling her perfect stomach and wiggling against its tantalizing center. With every buck and jive of his favorite on the dancefloor, the Hutt’s stiff appendage rubbed against his chained captive. He was so close now.

Moving her hips in a snakelike fashion, the dancer sensually ran her own hands across her tight belly. Observing the Hutt’s fixation on her slender form, she bit her lip and played with her own navel, eliciting a moan of approval from her master. Keeping up the facade of obedience, the slave traced her fingers up her tanned stomach in a manner that left even the girl herself hot and bothered. Upon reaching her covered breasts, the girl gently squeezed each mound, issuing a breathy moan from her panting lips.

The Hutt gripped the chain tethering his throne candy even tighter at this display, rubbing his tail faster and faster against the poor slave’s exposed midriff. As if imagining his own hands running across the dancer’s tight body, he quickly shoved his hand into the writhing girl’s top, causing her to let out a surprised yelp. Squeezing her breasts in perverted affection, the Hutt moved his fingers against her warm skin, groping and fondling the ripe mounds. While her protests and struggling continued despite these molestations, the collared brunette was at least thankful that the tail had provided some respite to her aching crotch.

That illusion was quickly shattered as the human dancer—scared to fall out of favor with the Hutt as the music reached its dramatic crescendo—turned and thrust her rear towards the lecherous beast, her soft cheeks pushing against the red fabric that constrained them. As the eyes of the crowd were affixed to her shapely ass, the girl’s own cerulean eyes traced up the Hutt’s massive form and gave her new master a seductive wink.

That did it. The Huttlord yanked his throne slave against him and proceeded to ram his swollen member into her wet cunt. Finding the tight warmth he desired, the Hutt released his pent up lust into the choking slave girl. For a long, torturous minute he never let up on the chain, pumping his hot seed into the captive beauty as his tail roughly spasmed inside her womanly depths. As the Hutt continued to pull her chain and push deeper into her tight, milky form, the girl lost herself to orgasm, moaning and shaking against her ruthless master.

The dancing girl looked on in pity at the poor slave leashed to her captor. She knew that—like her—she was once royalty, a princess from a lost planet. Leia Organa would continue to writhe on the tail until her master finished, and Katara—the last daughter of the Water Tribe—bit her lip in apprehension as she observed a taste of what was to come.

To be continued…

Here is the exact translation: DON'T GO AWAY, BEAUTIFUL. AFTER THE SHOW, I INTEND TO HAVE SOME FUN WITH YOU.

I’m writing one right now and I’m trying to decide how to make it different from others. I find myself slipping into troupes I’ve read before. Oola survives, leia is captured and bought to the harem, Luke actually abandons her instead. I’m mostly worried about playwriting too much from fan fictions I’ve read over the years.

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In a huge carbonite cube, framed on a wall, the once most dangerous crime boss in the galaxy, after suffering the betrayal of his butler, was now little more than a trophy on the wall of the palace of the head of the criminal organization of the black sun.

Inside the carbonite block it was hell, the Hutts were warm-blooded beings, and that same heat was stored between the interior walls of that prison, but not enough to melt the carbonite of the block, unfortunately for Jabba.

Most of the time, Jabba was "awake" within the darkness of the carbonite, if you could call it that, after a couple of long hours, the dreams came.

The only escape Jabba had from his hellish prison was dreams.

Sometimes they were memories of his previous life, as leader of the most powerful criminal empire in the galaxy, his court celebrating as always, a longing for those days of glory.

Others were about the day he and his empire fell, which only reminded him of his hatred for Bib, and increased his misery.

Although far from that, the theme that was repeated the most were the dreams about the only woman who sat on his throne that he did not see as just a slave.

Sometimes they were memories of their first meeting, when he rescued her from the dunes of Tatooine in his khetana, a few days before their planet was destroyed by the death star. What invaded his dreams was the image of that scantily dressed woman, who danced and accompanied him on the throne. Those moments that seemed the happiest of her long life, when she had gotten something more than a slave, when she had gotten a companion.

Then, after a long time, time he had lost track of, it happened.

Heat welled up in his greasy face, spreading lightly over his rough, pointed head, and down his voluminous belly and dry, wrinkled skin.

Its mass began to slide forward, falling on a hard, cold floor, no more than a height of about twenty centimeters.

Jabba heard something that he did not understand clearly, the carbonite remnants were still in his orifices that served as ears, his blind eyes did not help either, Although Jabba spoke in his mother tongue, Huttese, she understood him perfectly, he had said with his characteristic hoarse and slow tone.

-...Who are you?...-

She pounced against the Hutt's fat, warm and unsteady, as comfortable as he remembered her.

When Jabba felt her body against him and heard the words.

-Someone who loves you- With that familiar voice, he felt how his wishes and prayers finally paid off.

-Leeeeeiiiiiiaaaaaa- Moaned the Hutt.

Leia approached the huge maw of the Hutt when he moaned, smiled, the rancid and warm breath of the Hutt was perceived by her, then the princess gently kissed Jabba's lower lip, with her small, crimson lips.

Jabba's tongue lengthened, while his hand, chubby and fat, searched for Leia's body, until it found Leia's leg, and quickly placed itself on the voluminous butt of the princess, his beloved.

Leia opened her mouth, and brought it to the tip of Jabba's tongue, the tip stuck into Leia's warm lips. It was just as she remembered it, that kiss, stale, and warm, they had been separated for months, but now they were there, and they were together again.

The Hutt had finally emerged from his chrysalis after months, and his princess, loyal and loving as always, was ready to receive him.

There was a moment of stunned silence. Barbara's eyes flicked between Tim Drake from her perch at the edge of the throne. Jabba's arm slid off of Catwoman and she slid free from his grasp, sitting on her supple thighs next to Barbara. The two slavegirls exchanged a quick glance, their chains rattling as their long lengths clinked and jiggled in the fist of Jabba, trailing down across his doughy belly and across the cushions. "I hope your boyfriend knows what he's doing!" Catwoman hissed to Barbara.

"He is NOT my boyfriend," Barbara said back quickly, her dimpled cheeks turning as red as her hair. She pushed her annoying braid out of her eyes as it swung with the movement of her beautiful head. "That's the other Robin. But he's Nightwing now."

"Is that Bruce's hobby? Collecting brats to serve as his soldiers?" Selina said with a snort. Jabba grunted and tugged on their chains. A gasp escaped both Barbara and Selina's lips as the mighty Hutt choked them for speaking out of turns, both their hands flying up to their chokers to attempt to resist being choked (again) as Jabba thundered a response to Tim, waving one greasy hand at the Boy Wonder.

"You must be Robin," Jabba rumbled deeply, his booming voice echoing off his lair's walls. His reptillain eyes contracted and widened as he took in Tim before him. Jabba was overconfident at the best of times. He had personally sneered in the face of Darth Vader himself on more than one occasion and not only lived to tell the tale but profited from the exchange. The teen youth before him thus did nothing to arouse Jabba's fear, even with the absence of Boba Fett and most of the IG units. "Welcome, welcome. It is fitting you've come PERSONALLY to greet your new ruler! Ho ho ho!"

"Yeah, new ruler," Harley Quinn squealed from the curl of Jabba's tail, giving a little pump of her fists in support of the slug gangster. "Woo woo, all hail Mistah J! Bring out the crown, bring out the gown, give 'im the key to the city!"

Tim glanced at Harley. He bit his lip as his eyes traced over Harley, Barbara, and Selina's scantily clad forms. He felt his cheeks flush and adjusted his tight pants. There was a part of him, a crude part, that enjoyed looking at the trio of slavegirls. Those outfits...sheesh. Enough to get any man hot under the collar. But he could see the humiliation in Barbara and Selina's eyes. They hated this, that much was plainly obvious, and he tried to not stare at Barbara's long legs with her skirt draped over her knees or the way her braided her brought out her beautiful face. Or Selina's huge tits heaving, up and down, inside her tight leather leotard. Or Harley's sensual pose as she lounged provacatively in the curl of Jabba's very phallic tail...

He shook his head. He was being distracted. He forced his head up and strolled through the crowd of guards. Gamorreans moved in tandem with his step and crossed their vibro axes with a clang in his path, preventing Robin from advancing any further. Weequays sporting blaster rifles and Rodians moved behind the Boy Wonder, weapons trained on his back, all the guards ready to attack him at Jabba's command.

"So you're an alien just like I suspected," Tim said carefully, leaning on his staff as he stopped in place. He didn't advance further, his words calm and collected as he met Jabba's reptillain orbs. "Jabba the Hutt. What do you want? Why are you here?"

Jabba snorted. Knowing of the connection between Tim and Barbara as their alter-egos thanks to his research, he reached down and deliberately ran a clammy hand over Barbara's shoulder. Batgirl flinched and tried to pull away from the Hutt but Jabba tugged on her chain and prevented her from squirming away from his roaming digits. Selina grimaced, still feeling the Hutt's slime drying inside her tits, as Jabba reached into Barbara's metal bra and squeezed her breast. Tim's eyes widened, enraged, as a moan of horror escaped Batgirl's mouth against her will.

Jabba smirked sadistically, drool spilling from his maw as he easily divided his superior brain between abusing his pet slavegirls and dealing with Robin. "I've grown bored of sampling the delights and fortunes of my own world," He rumbled as he squeezed and toyed with Barbara's tit. "This primitive planet presents a new opportunity to recapture my early years! And you have SUCH lovely women to spare..." Jabba said, his huge tongue emerging from his maw and licking his wart-covered maw lecherously. "Humans are such rare delights in the Outer Rim but now, I've acquired three lovely new pets. They will soon learn to appreciate me and satisfy my desires...ho ho ho!"

Barbara slapped desperately at Jabba's hand but with one hand gripping her durasteel collar she couldn't fight off Jabba's advances, the stupid choker biting into her neck as Jabba sampled himself to her body. Harley Quinn cheered again and cried out, "Here that, Robin?! I'm so beautiful Mistah J wants me as one of his personal concubines!" She stuck her tongue out at Robin, flopping belly up on Jabba's girthy tail, her leash trailing across her back and flossing her ass cheeks, as she raised one leg in the air like a schoolgirl.

Tim ignored Harley. One hand clenched into a fist as he saw Barbara forced to suffer Jabba's molestations, the act of sexual violating his friend loosening his temper. "I'll give you one chance," Tim spat out, aware of the array of weapons pointed at him. "Free my friends. Or-"

Jabba beat Tim to the punch. There was never going to any negotiations. He raised one hand and bellowed, "Stop him!"

Blaster rifles sprang up. Tim immediately activated a smoke bomb. Smoke engulfed him and laser blasts tore through it, one shot hitting a Gamorrean in the face and killing him instantly. The shots missed, Robin having already grappled to the ceiling. Hiding in the shadows, he scampered along the pipes like a mouse as his smoke bomb's smoke cleared, the guards fanning out trying to find the Boy Wonder.

"BAH!" Jabba bellowed, swishing his huge head about, his tail thrashing wildly. He PULLED angrily at Barbara and Selina's chain-leashes, the two girls yanked backwards, overpowered by the Hutt and once again dragged to his corpulent belly. They gagged and squirmed around on his stomach, Barbara's skirts flipping to the side (and treating Harley Quinn to a nice view of her exposed cunt) while Selina PULLED at her own collar desperately, her big tits wiggling about, her massive ass grinding against Jabba's fleshy form. "FIND HIM YOU FOOLS! FIND HIM!"

Tim crawled along the pipes, taking advantage of the chaos. He knew how to use confusion, darkness, and fear to his advantage, all basic protocols of functioning under the Dark Knight. He moved quietly, any movement drowned out by Jabba's angry yells, the choking cries of his slavegirls, and the shouts of his men as they ran around the room. Inserting his legs into a network of pipes, Tim dangled upside down and drew a batarang. He aimed at Barbara and Selina's chains, intending to free them from the clutches of Jabba first.

Before he could throw though, Harley Quinn happened to glance up. She gasped and cried, "MISTAH J!!!! HE'S THERE!"

All eyes went to Robin instantly. Jabba pointed one flabby finger at the Boy Wonder, right above his dais. "STOP HIM, KILL HIM!" A weequay sharpshooter instantly fired and a lucky shot hit Robin in the leg. Tim cried out as he fell, hitting the ground hard. With a snap, he broke his legs.

Robin tried to crawl away, fumbling for a tool or gadget he could use. But a Gamorrean stepped forward and stomped on the Boy Wonder's fingers. A Rodian seized his utility belt, attempting to rip it off. For his trouble, the belt activated its defenses and the Rodian fell to the floor, spasming and twitching as he was hit by an electrical burst. A second Gamorrean stepped forward with a snort of contempt at the fallen thug and sliced Robin's belt off with a vibro knife. The brute grabbed Tim by the hair, yanking him up and preparing to slit his throat-

"NO!" Barbara screamed, trying to rise and do something, anything, but Jabba's pull at her chain-leash kept her struggling body against his flabby gut. Selina closed her arms and Harley Quinn looked on excitedly, grinning like a maniac. However, Jabba raised one hand and boomed:

"Stop!"

The Gamorrean halted. Tim breathed hard, pain going through his body. He looked up at Jabba, wheezing for breath as Jabba smirked down at him, looming over the Boy Wonder like a demon out of hell.

"He could still be useful," Jabba mused, ceasing his strangling of Barbara and Selina but keeping their chains taunt to keep him against his gut. His tail thumped against Barbara's leg, making her flinch. Her heart hammered in her ears, daring to believe Jabba might spare Tim. "Give him to the droids. I'm sure they can find ways to make him talk. There's still many secrets about the Batman and his group I do not know."

"I'll..." Tim gasped for breath and clenched his teeth, fighting through the pain. "I'll NEVER talk, you oversized slug!"

"Ho ho ho..." Jabba smugly laughed, and waved one hand. The Gamorreans began to track Tim off, the Boy Wonder being jeered at and pelted with some food from the Max Rebo band as they taunted him. "We shall see, we shall see. If nothing else, ED-9D9 shall have fun with her new toy!"

Barbara gulped as she strained against Jabba's chain to see what was to become of Robin. But as soon as he was out of sight. Jabba pulled all three of his slave's chain-leashes and dragged them to their feet. Harley was yanked from her comfy spot in the curl of Jabba's tail with a strangled yelp of surprise and the other two were hauled to their feet, yanked forward and meeting Jabba's bloated body with a squishing noise. Harley was on Jabba's right side, pressing herself willingly to him as soon as she got her breath back. Barbara was in the middle, shoved the closest to Jabba's face to her intense disgust, bracing her creamy hands on either side of his great gut. Selina was on his right side, groaning as her massive digs were crushed against the warted chins of the Hutt, more slime leaking from his rubbery body and dribbling into her cleavage. Jabba proudly looked between all three girls: Harley's willing stare of submission, Barbara's frightened but still defiant look, and Selina's angry, pouting, disgusted face.

Jabba reached his free, non-chain wielding hand around the girls, its short length meaning he could only encircle Selina and Barbara's waists. He held them against himself, taking a moment to bask in his good fortune of capturing such lovely girls and the wonderful feeling of their scantily clad bodies against his own. He opened his maw and his tongue emerged, Barbara giving a cry of disgust before Jabba licked her face, painting her ravishing features with his slobber. He squeezed Selina's ass before his tongue twisted over to Harley. It slithered to her and Harley closed her eyes, smiling as she gave the underside of the appendage a loving smooch, leaving a red kissmark on Jabba's tongue from her lipstick.

"I think it is time for this city to acknowledge its new master," Jabba gurgled as his tongue retreated back into the depths of his maw, slimes of strings still connecting Batgirl and Harley's faces to his own. He toyed with the three chain-leashes he held, giving Selina's big booty a SMACK, the crack of his hand meeting her ass cheeks echoing through the room. "Don't you think so, my lovelies?"

"Gotham will never submit to you!" Barbara said, glaring at Jabba, her fiesty stare only increasing her master's grotesque lust. "Batman will stop you!"

"Yeah, you're in way over your head," Selina said with a hint of a cat-like smile. "You can't take over a major city like this, you fat creep. Your plot isn't purrrrfect, no matter what you've done so far or what chaos you've made. Batman will kick your bloated body back into space where it belongs. And we'll finally be free of you."

Harley reached out and grabbed Barbara's braid. She yanked on it and Barbara gave a squeal of pain. She slapped Harley's hand and Harley laughed, releasing her, their breasts rubbing all over Jabba's front to his intense like. "Don't listen to these babes, Mistah J!" Harley giggled and leaned forward, cuddling Jabba's slimy form, willing embracing him. Barbara and Selina rolled their eyes, Harley had traded one abusive master for another. "You can do anything! Batbrain don't stand a chance! And where we're done, ya' can ride yer' Harley all night! VROOM! VROOM!"

Jabba laughed, amused by his pets defiance and submission in equal measure. Holding all three of them close, he boomed to Bib Fortuna:

"Prepare to make an announcement! No more hiding in the shadows! Now, Gotham City will learn who rules the night: JABBA THE HUTT! HO HO HO!"