Author's Note: Inspired by the Bat-Romance music video on Youtube, check it out if you haven't already. Have fun spotting all the references to the song and it's lyrics. Brownie points to whoever notices the most.
Harley lay with her back on the table in the Circus tent for the Gotham City carnival, her legs spread apart and a thin playing card scraping down her vagina through her knickers repeatedly. The sounds of the carnival outside, with the happy shouts of children filled the air. Harley longed for her Mr J's sweet touch but he seemed quite content to simply tease her pussy with the ace of spades. With each moan he evoked, he shrieked out in laughter, filled with glee. Harley's hair was held in two blonde ponytails as usual but her costume had been replaced by the nurse outfit she wore in the Joker's most recent takeover of the Asylum.
The nurse shirt was far too short and buttoned up as low as possible whilst being bound tightly to her hips by an alluring red corset. The corset was covered in black and purple straps and knots. While her hands were encased in red and purple fingerless gloves, her feet and legs were left bare with her boots, one red, one purple, discarded in the corner of the tent by a large over-sized red hammer. In fact, the only things covering her lower body were a tiny white nurse's skirt and an oversized black belt over her purple lacey underwear. Her red and purple bra was visible through the white shirt and she wore white face paint with a black domino mask. Finally a thin black belt that belonged to The Joker himself was strapped tightly around her thin fragile neck. Too tightly.
Her legs were up in the air, resting on Mr J's shoulders, shaking each time the card traced down her vagina. He licked his lips with each scrape and dug the card in harder. In a way it was arousing, but mostly the teasing just left Harley begging for more which she knew hardly ever came. In truth Harley was tiring of these games with the Joker even if he did lick his lips and chortle every time. It just didn't cut it.
Before she could speak her mind however, the two were interrupted by a sudden quietness as silence descended on the carnival outside. This was followed by a low grunt and the sound of tearing fabric as one of the Joker's goons, dressed as a clown, crashed through the side of the tent and landed unconscious on the floor nearby. "Oops!" The Joker laughed, "Got to run!" and with that he was on his feet and heading for the exit. "Wait up Mister J!" Harley called after him desperately as she too leaped to her feet, but instead of running to the exit, she headed for her boots. Big mistake.
As Harley slid her long boot onto her left leg and reached for her hammer, a coil of rope wrapped itself around her forearms and she stumbled backwards into a sprawl on the floor. She struggled at the binding rope but knew that it was no good. The dark and silent silhouette of the caped crusader loomed down at her. "Aw chucks..." Harley cursed.
"Where's Joker?" Batman growled. "Long gone." Harley declared with a grin, "But he'll come back for me. You'll see. Any moment now you're gonna be history, B-Man. He'll find me." There was a pause before the Dark Knight responded. "Not where you're going..." Harley raised an eyebrow. "What's that s'posed to mean?" she demanded but there was no reply. Instead Batman hauled her off the floor by her collar and dragged her outside. With a shriek, Harley was tossed into the back of the batmobile where handcuffs were immediately slipped onto Harley's wrists by the awaiting Batgirl, cuffing her to the back of the chair in front. "No Fair! I called shotgun!" Harley screamed out as Batgirl climbed into the front and sat next to Batman who gripped the wheel of the car tightly and the high-powered futuristic engine whirred into life.
As the car sped along, Batgirl kept glancing back to make sure Harley hadn't done a runner. Harley made a point of sticking her tongue out as far as possible each time. However, Harley was taken by surprise when Batman himself reached back and grabbed the belt around her neck without even a glance. Harley was worried he was planning to choke the information he needed out of her but she needn't have worried. Instead he deftly unfastened the belt and tossed it aside out of the car. Something seemed to flutter in her chest when she felt his hand brush against her neck. A few more moments passed in silence. Suddenly Batgirl leaned towards the caped crusader and whispered something into his ear. Batman nodded and the car screeched to a stop by the side of the road. In truth, Harley had no idea where she was right now; all she could see was endless miles of road and some dull grey rocks. Batman turned to face her, the pupil less slits in the mask that served as eyes glaring into her soul. Even Harley couldn't think of anything to say. Then he reached back and his hand rested gently on the side of her neck again.
Harley didn't struggle, feeling the butterflies in her stomach again. His hand was strong and warm, which sent a tingling feeling down her spine. She didn't know why he was touching her and she didn't care. All she wanted at that moment was her Mr B. Then a needle ejected from the end of Batman's glove's Index Finger and stabbed softly into the side of her neck. Harley felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and she collapsed onto her front in the back of the car, snoring quietly. Batgirl smirked. Batman booted up the Batmobile once more.
Harley regained consciousness to find herself in a small cell filled with nothing more than a bunk, a toilet, a tap and darkness. She gripped the bars of the cell door and her eyes danced around, taking in the bat-filled cave. She saw the Batmobile, and the Batwing alongside the Batboat in one corner of the cave, a workbench littered with miscellaneous items from previous cases next to a small medical bay, and a massive overshadowing computer, where the cowled detective sat analysing some indecipherable scrawl of text on the blue-illuminated screen. Batgirl stood next to him, resting against the side of the chair.
"So this is your Bat-Habitat!" Harley squealed, clasping her hands together in joy. Batgirl jumped at the sound of her voice, not realising Harley was awake; Batman didn't even blink. Instead he rose to his feet and marched intimidating towards Quinn, a scowl on his face. "Confiscated all my toys I see, B-Man" Harley laughed as he reached the bars of her cell. It was true that Harley was no longer in the nurse costume but now in a red jumpsuit like the one she wore in Arkham. "Can I knock her out again?" Batgirl practically begged Batman but he shook his head. "Aw, Bratgirl's getting jealous of how I've stolen Big B's attention. Grow up sister; you were only here to undress me for him anyway. Unless you stripped me yourself, B-Man?" Batgirl clenched her fists and turned away, storming off back towards the computer; Batman ignored Harley.
"Where's Joker?" Batman repeated from earlier. Harley leant forwards towards him and went to whisper into his ear. Just as her mouth got close to him, she licked her lips then shrieked out at the top of her voice, "You'll Never Know!" Batman stepped back and scowled. "If you want to get anything out of me, then I demand privileges! I want pizza! I want my own clothes! I want a gift voucher for the souvenir shop!" He reached his hand out to Batgirl expectantly and she dropped a syringe into his palm. He grabbed Harley's arm and pulled it through the bar then injected the syringe into her wrist. "Oh cr-" Harley was cut off by her sudden collapse into unconsciousness. Again.
Harley's eyes fluttered open to find herself laid down carefully on the bunk of her cell. She sniffed. In the corner of the cell she spotted a heap of clothes and a thin cardboard box. On closer inspection, it was revealed to be a pizza box, the contents untouched and left for her to eat. The clothes were her own: not the nurse outfit but her regular costume; or her new one anyway. She glanced around and the cave seemed empty so she shrugged off her jumpsuit and pulled on the familiar multilayered red and black vest and the half-red, half-black with bottoms that were dotted with patterns of diamonds in the opposite colours. She fastened the black belt with the golden trim and laced up the leather black boots. There was even a small pot of black facepaint which she used to paint on the black domino mask shape around her eyes. With a grin and a toss of her ponytails she leaped excitedly onto the bunk with the pizza and started to feast.
The door of the elevator lit up to show a large blue bat signal then slid open to reveal the Dark Knight himself who stepped out. He headed straight for Harley and she swallowed down her bite of Italian goodness as quick as she could. "Satisfied?" He demanded. She shrugged, "You forgot the gloves, and I don't see a souvenir but I guess it will do." In truth part of her wanted to thank him, she hadn't expected any kind of give and take deal from the Bat. "So where is he then?" Batman demanded for the third time that day. Harley assumed it was still day but she had no way of knowing down in the cave. "Wouldn't tell you if I knew!" She responded defiantly.
Batman glared at her for a moment then the door to her cell opened with a click. Harley hopped from foot to foot towards him but as she reached him, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her up against the bars. There was another click: the click of the bat cuffs around her wrists, binding her to the cell gate. "Two nights ago, The Joker stole a nuclear bomb for a secret governmental facility," the dark knight reached into his utility belt as he spoke producing his grappling hook. Harley didn't respond. Batman sighed and started to wind the cord of the grappling rope around Harley's body, tying her to the pole securely from neck to toe. "If you don't tell me where he is, then millions of innocent people will die." Harley tried to shrug but the rope held her tightly in place. "So?" she snorted. The Bat scowled. "You won't get anything out of me Bats, we all know about you superhero types and your silly rules. You don't scare me!"
Batman grabbed her by the throat and snarled: "Tell me where he is. Now." Harley was trembling but stood her ground, "You wouldn't hit a girl..." Batman's fist slammed into her stomach much to her shock. "I'm not Superman. I play dirty." Harley coughed up blood, spitting it out onto the floor by Batman's boots. "Sounds kinky..." she retorted. Batman clenched his fists to hit her again but stopped himself, instead turning away so his cape blew into her face and storming out of the cell, leaving her bound up.
"Wait!" Harley called. Batman stopped but didn't turn around. "I'll tell you what you want to know, but first you gotta do something for your little cousin Harley..." There was silence for a moment that seemed to last years before the caped crusader answered, "I'm listening..." Harley smirked.
"What's the date?" she inquired. "September the 11th" He responded. "That's my birthday!" She squealed. Batman stared at her, "Is it?" "Does it matter?" she retorted. He sighed. "I want... a surprise birthday treat! Something you think I'll really want! Think hard Bats because if you get it wrong... BOOM! No more Gotham..." She would have danced around her cell in joy if she wasn't tied up to the bars.
Harley heard the click of the door opening once more and felt the sharp blade of a batarang cut through the grappling hook cord and the cuffs. She leaped forwards towards her bunk, twirling around in joy. "Come on then B-Man. Surprise me!" Batman kissed her.
Harley's eyes widened in surprise, "How did you-?" she started but he interrupted her: "I'm a detective. I read your tell." She bit her bottom lip in thought then shrugged, accepting the explanation. "Okays." Her arms slithered around his tall muscular shoulders, "Jackpot for you, Lover boy. Come get your grand prize." And with that their lips met once more.
The two made out in the cold dark cell in silence, except for the sounds of their lips working at each other's. Harley forced open his mouth and slid her tongue inside, enjoying the taste of him as she licked around the roof of his mouth. For a dark sleepless man, his mouth seemed awfully well cared of. It tasted of cash spent. Harley had always liked the taste of wealth.
He lifted her off of her feet and into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively and the two descended onto the bunk. As he slammed her down onto the bare bed, she felt his hips rock against hers and she quivered with excitement. He ravaged her on the bed, tearing off the straps of her vest and tossing it aside then sliding off her trousers. She moaned out as he pressed his lips against her boobs and running his tongue along them.
Her hands gripped the bottom of his grey shirt and rolled it up and off his large muscular chest and she couldn't help but lick her lips when she saw it revealed to her properly for the first time. They rolled over on the bunk so Harley was on top. Batman's hands glided expertly down her thin, smooth back and under the strap of her bra, loosening it and letting the bra drop away to the ground below. Then he gripper her breasts tightly and started to gently work them back and forth, pleasuring her nipples with his thumbs as he did so.
Harley giggled as he groped her, loving the firm hold of his hands. Smacking her lips together in anticipation, she sat up, holding him down gently with her left hand. "Want a little lap dance Bats?" she inquired. It was hard to make out his expression through his mask, but even Harley could tell it was sceptical. "Just because I'm a jester doesn't mean I can't pleasure," she giggled as she leant backwards, her back bending so her hands pressed against the floor. Then she cart wheeled off the caped crusader's chest and onto her feet. The Dark Knight sat up, genuinely intrigued. "You're a bat; I'm an acro-bat!" she announced proudly.
Harley's hips started to sway almost immediately, her head moving in time and her hands flicking at her ponytails absentmindedly. Batman's eyes didn't leave her for a second as she worked her waist, gently swaying rhythmically in a circle. Clad only in her purple knickers, she bent her knees and pushed her bottom out towards the dark knight while keeping her back straight. Her left hand slid seductively up her left thigh reaching her butt then giving it a gently slap. She repeated this with the other thigh and the other buttock. Then she licked her lips and ran her hands up her left thigh again, this time delivering a much harder spank that made a loud 'smack' noise that echoed around the cell. She repeated once again on the other side. It was intoxicating.
Now Harley started to pace forwards towards her Bat, with a sleek and sexy confidence in each step. As she reached him, she ran her hands up her inner thighs, over her vagina and to her breasts which she cradled alluringly before reaching down and spreading Batman's legs apart. She tugged down the rest of his costume revealing black boxers and his sexy thighs. She turned her back on him once more and started to grind her ass against his crotch.
She wanted to hear him moan, she'd never heard The Batman moan, but he made no noise as she rubbed herself on him. He gave no indication of even enjoying it except a thin wry smirk. She jiggled her ass around a little more then she turned back towards him and pressed her bare chest against his face, smothering his eyes in her breasts. His tongue darted out, racing across her nipples and she smirked. Then he took one of the boobs into his mouth, sucking the end gently but rapidly. She groaned out. It felt good but she was supposed to be the one pleasuring him, not the other way round so she pulled back.
As she pulled back, she unclasped his cape from his cowl and carried it away with her, wrapping her near-naked body in the black cloak, a mischievous look filling her face. There was an obvious bulge in his crotch area now, she observed. Harley started to swing her hips once again, but held the cape out in front of her, obscuring his view. Then her panties fell down to her ankles but the cape protected her modesty. She giggled then moved towards him again. As she reached him, she discarded the cape, finally revealing her pussy.
Harley placed her hands firmly on his shoulders and slid down his body, over his nipples and thighs to her knees. Knelt in front of him, she pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung out. To Harley's pleasure, it was hard. Her tongue started to encircle the head, her eyes watching his face carefully for any indication of how he liked it.
Her lips pressed against the head and she gently sucked the end, before sliding his dick further down her throat until she had taken it into her mouth entirely. Now she sucked it forcefully and relentlessly. Batman gritted his teeth and his hands rested on the back of her head as it bobbed up and down. The blowjob was fantastic; Harley was giving her all, making up for the times her 'puddin' hadn't cut it. After just a few seconds, the caped crusader couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a short and low groan. Harley's ears pricked up at this and a smirk spread across her face: so that's what a bat-moan sounds like...
From then on she sucked desperately, treasuring every noise of pleasure he made. But even this wasn't enough for the clown, she longed for more. As Batman emitted a particularly low groan she pulled her mouth from his dick and looked up at the dark knight seductively. His hand brushed her cheek affectionately.
She stepped back, a wide grin spread across her features. "Fuck me" was all she said. It was all she needed to say. In an instant the Bat was on his feet and ramming her back up against the wall. Her legs lifted off the ground and around his hips as his mouth smothered hers. His chest pressed against her boobs as he ferociously ravaged her lips. They turned from the wall, Batman supporting Harley with his hands on her butt as they leaped onto the bed and the caped crusader positioned himself above Harley's entrance.
A high-wailed wail came from Harley as the dark knight thrusted his hips downward, striking in between her legs. He gripped her shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast. For a moment she could have sworn he was Superman from the speed he was going at but then she remembered: he's the goddamn Batman. Her feet pawed at his thighs as he thrust up and down in sequence.
She felt her vagina start to clench and she grabbed him tight, her mouth pressed against his for salvation. How she wished her Mr J would screw her like this. How she wished her Mr J could screw her like this. No weird games or painful foreplay, just simple and savage lovemaking. Her pussy erupted into orgasm which triggered a spray of cum from Batman's penis. Harley and the dark knight moaned out in unison as he ejaculated. His arms released her and she feel back onto the bed, breathing heavily.
He pushed himself back to his feet and started to pull his costume back on. Harley made no such effort, instead lying naked on the bunk and watching his toned physique gleefully. "21st Avenue. The old toy factory," she stated. "Hmm?" Batman looked up. "That's where Joker has the bomb." Batman nodded his appreciation as he clicked his utility belt back in place. He picked up his cape and tossed it into Harley's hands: "Your souvenir," he explained. Harley squealed out with joy jumping to her feet and performing her victory dance. Batman turned away and marched out of the cell, closing the door behind him.
As the Batmobile roared into life and soared out of the cave through some kind of hidden entrance, Harley knew she must have imagined it but... she could have sworn she saw him smile...