chapter 11
The Joker was busy downing a glass of Jack Daniels when his harlequin girl ran into the room, gasping for air. "Mr. J!" She said loudly.
"What?" He growled, looking up from his papers. He had been trying to work. Trying, but not succeeding. His mind was elsewhere.
"You sent Barry out to follow Gordon, right?" Harley asked and the Joker sat up straight. Maybe this would get interesting.
He nodded. "What's your point?" He swirled the golden drink in his glass, taking another sip of the straight honey whiskey.
She hooked a thumb towards the door of his office. "He's back, and he's got news, Mr. J. You've gotta get out here." The Joker pushed his chair out and followed his girlfriend from the office, taking another drink from his glass. What did Barry find? Why was it so important?
What did his Baby Bat do now?
Barry was red faced, sitting at the counter, eyes wide. "Boss," He said.
"What'd you see?" The Joker purred, leaning against the other side of the island, watching Barry with narrowed eyes. The employee looked cautiously around the room.
Slowly, he began to talk, his voice quiet. "She was at her apartment. She'd just come back from getting briefed. It was dark already, sometime around seven, when she snuck out, dressed in her Batgirl costume."
"So she's returned to the nightlife already, eh?" The Joker said. "Broads," He scoffed. Harley frowned at him, pursing her lips.
Barry shook his head. "Not exactly… See, she only made it a few roofs down the block before the Batman showed up…"
It was finally dark and Barbara was not going to miss an opportunity to get out of the house. Her parents had granted her time alone, and she said she was going to be asleep, giving her an alibi to prowl the Gotham night freely. She was looking for new on her favorite clowns.
She'd only made it four rooftops over when a dark shadow had swooped down in front of her. "Dammit," She hissed. "You scared me."
"What are you doing out?" Batman asked in a rough, husky voice.
"I needed fresh air."
"Dressed as Batgirl?"
She scowled at the Batman. "What's it to you?"
"Don't get an attitude with me, Barbara. You owe me an explanation."
She gritted her teeth loudly. "What is there to tell?"
"You slept with me," Batman growled. "And then act as if nothing happened. You're not telling him? We're just keeping this from him?"
"Do you want to lose Robin? No. If you do, feel free to let him know. You know he'll never forgive you." Batman flinched in response. "We don't tell him."
Batman exhaled loudly. "What did they do to you?"
"Nothing!" She yelled.
"Barbara, answer me!" He shouted, his voice a demonic growl. Batgirl's fists clenched shut but she didn't reply. Instead, after a tense moment, she was in front of him, crushing her lips to his. He didn't respond for a moment, too in shock, as she slipped her tongue out and around his lips. He growled loudly in his anger and tried to force her off, but she didn't relent. As she gasped, she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him towards her, working to rid him of the utility belt before disassembling the armor around his waist. She was quick, freeing the kevlar around his pelvis and she grabbed the hard erection in his black boxers.
"You want me," She hissed back. "Then take me."
"I don't know this Barbara," He growled back.
Barbara kissed him hard before stripping herself of her gloves and pulling the body suit down her shoulders. "Then why not fuck her?"
Batman watched her with a stiff jaw as she yanked the thin material down her body, freeing her bare ass to the cool fall weather. The Batman growled again, a wordless roar as he freed his cock from his boxers and yanked her towards him. She held onto the edge of the roof, waiting for him to take her. The head of his cock rubbed against her already soaking pussy, feeling her swollen lips pulse warmly against his member. He grunted as he forced himself forward, getting his cock halfway in before sliding out and then forcing in even harder, burying himself all the way to the hilt. Barbara gritted her teeth, hissing in pleasure as the Batman grunted loudly. "Hurt me," She begged loudly, gasping. Batman didn't even take time to register that this was young Barbara Gordon, the Commissioner's daughter. He started to fuck her pussy as roughly as he could, his gloved hands holding her hips firmly as he pounded into her. She groaned, rubbing her own clit as he fucked her hard.
"So fucking tight," Batman growled, his cock being hugged tightly by her warm, slick walls. Barbara thrusted her ass against him, trying to get him even deeper inside of her. Subtly, she pulled a small metal razor from her sleeve and sliced her wrist open dangerously deep, making her moan and shudder as she stroked her swollen, wet clit. The cut was slow and she dug it into her skin deeply. The force of his thrusts moved her, making her body rock and the razor blade slide in different directions, ripping the skin apart. It was the most beautiful pain she'd ever felt. Her climax made her whimper as her legs started to give out and she relaxed against the roof ledge. Batman didn't relent, fucking her limp, exhausted body for all she was worth until finally he slowed, thrusting into her once, twice, three times, throwing his head back as he came inside of the redhead.
"That was nice," She whispered.
He growled, pushing her away from him and tucking his softened cock back inside of his boxers, fixing his armor as Barbara watched him, still half naked. "This isn't happening again," He told her.
"Whatever you say," She said quietly, not convinced. She quickly adjusted her body suit, slipping on her glove to cover the bleeding cut in her wrist. When she turned back around, the Batman had disappeared and she sighed, leaning against the roof ledge, her body beginning to tremble.
The Joker's tongue flicked out against his lower lip as his henchmen retold the account. Harley's
hand was gently stroking his erection through his slacks behind the island counter, both of them turned on and wanting from the story. The plan had worked. It had happened. Just as he had predicted, the death of the Bat Family was well on it's way. And when it happened, he had no doubt their Little Bat would return to them. "Well," The Joker purred, throwing back the rest of his whiskey. "Looks like we've created a bit of a monster, haven't we?" He asked with a grin. He leered down at Harley whose eyes were glassy as she fantasized. The Joker quickly dismissed Barry before grabbing his girlfriend under her thighs and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist with a squeal of delight. "Come on, baby. Let's celebrate," He hissed.
The Joker took his girlfriend to his office, shoving his belongings from his desk and throwing the blonde down roughly. He leered at her as she rested herself on her elbows, watching him as he made his way to the liquor cabinet. "What do you think, Harley girl? Is this a whiskey night? Or a rum night?"
"Whiskey," She whispered in a seductive, girlish voice that made the Joker's jaw slacken in want. "Fireball," She said as an afterthought. A slow chuckle built in his chest as he grabbed the bottle from the rack. He stood up and looked at his girlfriend sitting on his desk, one leg up seductively, the strap of her top already hanging off her shoulder.
"Say, Harl," He said, cocking his head to the side. "How's your side?" Harley's eyes flashed as the Joker began a dark laugh. He walked forward, grabbing her chin and opening her mouth, her lips pouting out. He licked his own lips as he tilted the bottle forward to her mouth, making her drink the whiskey straight from the bottle. She cringed as it burned her throat, giving her a head rush and warming her belly. When she was done, gasping for air, to set the bottle down and as he stood up straight, his voice lowered many octaves. "Bend over the desk, Harl."
"Whatever you say, Mr. J," She said, her voice desperate to please. She slid seductively off the desk and leant over it, watching him over her shoulder as he wandered to the chest of drawers to their left. She licked her lips as she watched him. Finally, he returned, a belt looped in his hand.
He walked up behind her, his hands trailing over her gently and then violently grabbing her waist band and yanking her pants down. She gasped as his fingers slid up her inner thighs, touching her wet slit and prodding her asshole. He chuckled when the ring of muscle closed tightly in protest. "Hold still, Harl. This is gonna hurt," He whispered with a large grin. He wasted no time in slashing the belt across her bottom, leaving a bright red line where it hit her. She screamed, fists clenching in pain. He was laughing at her reaction, his erection growing and his slacks becoming tighter the more he hit her. With another smack of the belt, the metal buckle smacked violently into her pussy, making the skin there bleed, sensitive as it was. She was crying hard now, her sobs pitiful and made the Joker hot. "Oh, baby, you don't know pretty you are when you cry." He leant down, grabbing her sore cheeks and licking at her bleeding, sore lips, sucking the crimson blood and her fluids of arousal into his mouth with a moan.
"Mr. J, it hurts," She whined and he giggled.
"That's the point, baby doll." Before she had time to brace herself, the belt was smacking hard on her back, hitting her spine and she screamed viciously. He threw the belt away, kissing up her spine, making her flinch. He loved to watch her bleed, see the way her perfect, creamy skin bruised under his beatings. She was her most beautiful like this, stripped, crying, in pain, her make-up running down her face in streaks. She was so natural, so raw, and the Joker savored it, tasting the fear on his tongue. "Such a good girl," He said in a voice as if he was praising a child or a dog.
She sniffled. "Anything for you, Mr. J," She whispered and he grinned viciously. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, he took a small sip and then looked back down at the wound on her side.
"Anything?"
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