chapter 10

The Joker's hideout had been… Different since Batgirl left. Both the Joker and Harley were very tense and the clowns avoided them at all costs, and when they weren't around, the clowns heard them upstairs having furious, loud, violent sex. They never seemed satisfied. This was one of those times.

Harley Quinn was pressed up against the wall, her cheek smashed against the peeling wallpaper as the Joker stood behind her, pounding his cock into her pussy. Her legs were pressed together, making her cunt even tighter around his erection. He grunted, baring his teeth as he held her hips firmly. His teeth dug into her shoulder hard, biting her viciously. He shuddered as he heard her scream, and when he tasted blood he felt his cock twitch deep inside of her. "You naughty little minx," He growled against her ear before twirling his tongue around the teeth marks indented in her skin. She whimpered in response, panting as he forced her body even harder against the wall. "Daddy's little slut," He growled.

"Oh, Daddy," She moaned loudly and he laughed at the ridiculous face she made, her lips pouted out, eyes scrunched tightly closed.

"Come on, little girl," He panted. "Come for me." His voice was commanding and it made Harley moan. His palm smacked down on her ass cheek hard and she cringed in pain, but he knew she loved it. "Come for me!" He growled, smacking her again. He wrenched her head back by her hair and forced his mouth to hers, insistently sucking on her bottom lip, almost violently. She moaned when she felt the blood vessels pop, and knew she would be bruised. As he released her mouth, one hand closed tightly around her throat as he fucked her as hard as he could.

"Oh! Mr. J!" She screamed, and a flood of her fluids drowned his cock. She arched her back as he fucked her, moaning and whining his name, making him laugh. As soon as she finished riding out the wave, he pulled out of her pussy and grabbed her hair, forcing her onto her knees against the wall. She opened her mouth without needing to be told and he forced her head back against the wall as he began roughly fucking her mouth, his cock sliding down her tight throat. Every time she tried to swallow, it squeezed his member, making him grunt in satisfaction as he fucked her face harder. Drool fell from her mouth down her chin, his cock glistening with the remnants of her pussy and mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him innocently, fluttering her lashes. He grinned down at her maliciously. Harley raised a hand up and began massaging his balls as he thrusted his hips back and forth and he moaned at the sight. Finally, his cock stiffened even more and he lodged it deep down her throat, emptying his balls into her warm mouth. She swallowed his semen hungrily and as his cock softened he pulled it out of her mouth slowly. She blinked multiple times, wiping her mouth of spit.

The Joker kneeled down beside her, pulling her to the floor with him and spooning her naked body with his, toying with her nipple lazily. "How about it?" He asked Harley quietly, and a little bitterly.

She sighed. "Good…"

He growled under his breath. "But not the same."

She nodded against him. "I think we ruined ourselves," She whispered.

He chuckled. "Well," He told her, stroking her hair back and kissing her head. "We'll get her back, pooh. Don't you worry about that. If all goes according to plan, she'll be desperate to be touched."

"Desperate enough to seduce the Bat Freak," Harley said with a giggle.

He laughed darkly again with her, turning her over and straddling her, looking down at her with a grin. "Say bye-bye, Bat Family. We'll see how little Romeo Robin handles everything, and dear old Commissioner Gordon."

"You're so sexy when you plot, Mr. J," Harley purred, her fingers teasingly stroking up his bare chest. She looked at him with a sly smirk.

He licked his lips as he looked down at the little harlequin. Her fingers started to run through his green locks and in a pale hand, he grabbed her wrist, pressing his lips to the scabbed over gash in her palm. "Ready for another round, Harley girl?" He growled seductively, rubbing his half-hard cock against her belly. She giggled under him and as he lifted her up and threw her on the bed, she squealed in delight.

Downstairs, Erik and Jaxon were playing a game of dominoes, and when they heard Harley's first moan, Jaxon groaned to himself. "Here they go again."

"Barbara, what the hell happened to you?" Bruce asked the redhead as she yanked on a shirt and sweatpants, her cheeks a bright red. "First, you… This," He said, motioning to himself and the bed. "And then you call me that? Did something… happen?" She didn't have to look twice to know what he was implying.

"Nothing happened," She snapped. "I'm just still worked up is all, and I guess the name popped into my head."

"That's not how it seemed to me," He said, ruffling his hair with his hand. "Barb, please, just… Tell me what's going on. If not the police or your dad, tell me."

"There's nothing to tell," She told him firmly. "Now… Please leave. Just forget this ever happened." She stood up to go towards the door when Bruce roughly grabbed her by the bicep, pulling her to a stop. She looked up at him with a tight jaw and wide eyes.

"Barb," He said, firmly. "Not likely."

She sighed loudly. "I don't know!" She practically screamed, throwing her head in her hands. "I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with me, Bruce!"

"Shh," He murmured, pulling her into his chest. "Hey," He murmured. "Just tell me what happened, starting from the beginning."

She sniffled, holding onto him tightly. "I can't," She whispered.

He frowned down at the young woman in his arms. "What are we going to tell Dick?"

She whimpered again and Bruce gently stroked her hair back, trying to soothe her down. "I don't know," She whispered. "I don't know anything anymore."

"Okay… Let's go to sleep. You need rest. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Just… Get some sleep." His voice was still husky, unsure. Barbara sniffled again and nodded against his chest.

"Okay," She whispered.

After crawling into bed, and Bruce tucking her in, Barbara laid awake in bed, staring out the window, unblinking. What was happening to her? What had those clowns done to her?

And the most important question… Why did she like it so much?

The next morning, Barbara made her drowsy way downstairs to find breakfast. As she shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes sleepily, a plate shattered, making her jump. She looked up, her eyes wide. Alfred stood next to the sink, a rag in one hand, the other clutching at the air. His eyes were wide. He blinked once. "Ms. Gordon?" He asked, his voice quiet.

"Alfred," She said, smiling. Bounding forward, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you."

"You're home," He said, still not believing. "Does the Commissioner know?"

She stood back, shaking her head. "Not yet, no. I got here around 2am."

He sighed. "Let me have a look at ya," He said. She smiled again, spinning around. "Radiant as ever. You're not hurt?" He asked.

She shook her head. "I'm okay. Really. How are you? And dad? Where's Dick?" She asked, her heart speeding up in apprehension.

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, when a new voice interrupted from across the room. "He's right here," Dick said, standing on the other side of the kitchen, having just entered the room. Barbara's lips parted, seeing her (ex?) boyfriend standing there in his pajamas with messy hair and a small smile on his lips. "Barbara," He sighed.

Although the emotions she felt were all consuming, she grinned and sprinted towards him, throwing her arms over his shoulders and gasping happily. "Are you okay?" She asked as he held her tightly.

"I should be asking you that," He said, stroking her hair back behind her ear. She nodded.

"I'm okay," She whispered, smiling up at him. He looked so handsome and smelled like safety, like home, and for some reason it didn't seem right to her anymore. This didn't seem like home. She hated herself for feeling that way. Ignoring her thoughts, she kissed him on the cheek. "I missed you."

He smiled and chuckled. "Well, I missed you, too." Alfred was watching them with a small smile as he swept up the shattered plate. "Have you eaten?" He asked. She shook her head and Dick looked up at Alfred. "Hey, Al? Could you whip Barb up some pancakes? Still your favorite, right?" He asked with a wink. She smiled tightly and nodded. Dick took her hand and pulled her towards the breakfast bar, not trying to overwhelm her with questions. She appreciated the silence. His thumb stroking the back of her hand made her heart contract with guilt. The couple looked up when footsteps walked towards them, meeting eyes with Bruce. He was wearing the same clothes from last night, only he'd added a white tee shirt. Barbara saw bruises across his arms that she hadn't seen last night. She guessed that him and Dick had been out looking for her. He met her eyes cautiously, unable to look at Dick for more than a second.

Barbara swallowed uncomfortably, looking down at her nails, picking them with her thumbnail. "Morning," Bruce said, his voice tired. She wondered idly if he got any sleep last night.

"Morning," Dick said, his voice bright and relieved. "Al's making pancakes."

Barbara smiled gently when Bruce looked over at them and nodded. "I'm not really hungry, Alfred. I've got to get out of here, anyway. Bruce Wayne has a meeting with the Commissioner in a couple hours." His eyes flickered towards Barbara.

"I'll tell him that I'm home. If you tell him, it will raise too many questions," Barbara whispered. Bruce nodded, grabbing the morning paper from the table and leaving the room again. Alfred and Dick watched him go with frowns.

"What's up with him?" Dick asked quietly, leaning in to them and raising an eyebrow.

"Crazy as a bat," Alfred whispered, winking at Batgirl. She smiled slightly, the corner of her lips pulling up.

Later, after Barbara and Dick each scarfed down multiple plates of pancakes, Barbara hiccuped before saying, "Can I borrow a car, Alfred? I've got to get home and see my dad."

Alfred nodded. "You know Master Bruce won't mind."

She smiled. "I'll see you guys later." She gave Dick a quick peck on the cheek and waved at Alfred before heading towards the garage. It was a quick drive to her father's apartment. She was relieved to see his red Crown Victoria parked on the curb. She sighed gently as she pulled Bruce's car to a park. Running up towards the door, she knocked rapidly, pausing for a moment and then resuming.

"Hold on a second!" She heard her dad say through the door. When the door opened, his jaw dropped. "Oh, god, Barbara," He said, grabbing her and pulling her a close. "How… You escaped. You're here." She heard his voice crack as tears started to fall from his eyes. "Your mom will be so happy to see you," He said, pulling back to take a look at her. "You aren't hurt?" He asked, frowning. He looked across the street and raised an eyebrow. "And where'd you get the car?"

She cleared her throat. "I went and saw Dick, and he just so happens to be friends with Mr. Wayne…"

"Bruce Wayne?" Gordon asked. "Wow. I wouldn't have thought." Barbara smiled at him and suddenly he snapped back to reality. "Come on inside. I have a meeting with Bruce in two hours, coincidentally. Maybe we can return his car, then. Afterwards, we should go by the MCU and get a case file organized for you. They'll want to check for DNA and they need your story on the events…" He trailed off nervously, tucking his hands in his pockets after rubbing his nose awkwardly, his nose tickled by his moustache.

Barbara couldn't help but feel panic. "Yeah, dad. Sure. Do you mind if until then I stay here? I really just need a nap…" She yawned for effect. "I'm so tired." She hoped that her appearance helped, dishevelled and messy and stressed. He smiled at her, cupping her cheek.

"Of course, kiddo. I wish I could stay, but I can't. Your mother will be home in about an hour, though," He told her. He looked her up and down and hugged her tight again. "I'm so happy you're home, Barbara."

"Me too, dad," She whispered. The words tasted false on her tongue.

After Jim left, Barbara automatically relaxed. No more lies, no more secrets. At least for a few precious hours. She dreaded going to the station. She couldn't accept a rape kit, but if she refused, they'd be suspicious. Terrified, she realized that they'd find three sets of DNA on her. The Joker, Harley Quinn, and playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne. She shivered with stress. A hot shower would be the aid to her problems. Stripping as she walked down the hallway, Barbara turned into her room, opening the bathroom door and cranking the water on high. She looked at her reflection curiously, combing her fingers through her long hair. Things had changed so drastically since the last time she looked in this mirror. Leaning back against the wall, she let her fingers roam where they may, rolling and toying with her nipples until they grew hard. She slid further down, trailing through the soft hair that had grown in on her pussy. She slid a finger across her lips, making her shiver. The sounds of the shower water as she touched herself brought back the memory of Erik walking in as she masturbated. The thought of how aroused he got just glancing at her made her pussy slowly grow wet.

The sex with Bruce had been good, enough to satiate her for a little while, but now she was haunted by the desire to be fucked, for someone to use her body how they may… And that someone be one of two people. She moaned gently as she stroked her clit while she thought of the Joker's large cock sliding in and out of her pussy. It had been such amazing sex, so rough and passionate and strange, and she loved every moment of it. As Barbara slid down the wall, she slid two digits into her pussy, pushing them in and out gently. She moaned, whimpering as the image of the Joker eating out Harley's stab wound came to mind. Barbara's hips bucked. Even the bruise on her arm where he'd thrown the dart at her throbbed with pleasure. She savored it. In a moment of unclear thinking, she pressed her thumb into the welt as hard as she could, making an aching pain flare through her entire body. She curled over on her side at the pain, whimpering, but she didn't stop rubbing her swollen clit.

Damn did it feel good.

The pain only intensified the pleasure, and vice versa, and she pushed against the deep black bruise once more, groaning. "Not enough," She whispered, standing up and scrambling across the bathroom counter, looking for something, anything to aid her in her search for an orgasm. Finally, she came across a disposable shaving razor under the sink and snapped at the plastic with fumbling fingers until she came away with a small silver blade. She stared at it with quivering lips. Was she really going to do this?

She answered her own question by digging the blade into the skin of her inner thigh while her left hand stroked her pussy desperately. She whimpered in pain as blood gushed from the deep yet thin line. She moaned then as she hit her clit just right, the blood from her cut mixing in with her fluids as lubricant. Raking it across her skin again, she bucked her hips up and the blade slipped from her fingers, knicking her sensitive, wet lips. She hissed in pain as the pink skin began to bleed but the sight proved to be one of the most erotic things she'd ever seen. Watching the folds of her pussy bleeding as they gushed her juices of arousal, she came apart under her hand, back arching and head thrown back violently.

The orgasm spun her mind in circles, making her do nothing more than hold her breath and look at the ceiling, struck still by the pleasure waves crashing through her body. When she finally collapsed and began panting, her fingers traced the rug beneath her until they clamped upon the little metal sliver. She held up the razor, the light glinting off of it. "Hello, friend," She whispered.

I realize this isn't the smuttiest chapter I've had so far, but I really enjoy writing scenes that are... Well, Barbara x Barbara. I was asked for more of the BDSM kink smut, and I'm slowly trying to build back up to that, but of course Bruce Wayne isn't really the "stab, abuse, demean" kind of guy, unfortunately. So, as you can see, Barbara is getting to that point by herself... Anyway, we'll see where this goes. I had an anon ask me who I pictured when I wrote Barbara, and in all honesty, I never imagine real people as my characters, I just have my own image in my head. As far as someone who resembles my idea of her most, though, I'd say Lindy Booth. I've always thought she could play an amazing Batgirl or Harley Quinn. As for Joker and Harley, I imagine Arkham City Harley Quinn, because that's my favorite depiction of Harley. When it comes to Joker, it's a definite mix between the Arkham Games and Heath Ledger and comic book Joker. It's difficult to explain. But I want you guys to imagine all the characters however you'd like, that was just in response to a question I received. That being said, if anyone ever does have any questions, if I can't PM you, I'll try to answer them when I update! Thank you guys for being so supportive!