chapter 14

After the night in the church, Batgirl had left once again with her two lovers, eyes closed with lust as the Joker chipperly carried her nude body away from the scene with Harley following behind, a twinkle in her eye and a flush of happiness in her cheeks. The footage of the disturbing scene was replaying over and over on the countless television sets, the sounds of Barbara Gordon's moans and begging haunting her father and mentor's ears. It took an hour for the Batman to smash open the panel on the ground, freeing the caged Gordon who was still shaking, unable to speak. It had been a traumatizing night for the both of them. The Batman called the police immediately, and the Lieutenant in charge sent half a dozen squad cars after the clowns and their so called hostage. The rest of the cops investigated, collecting evidence, and interrogating the Bat. Gordon could not speak. As the cops walked into the church, the images on the TV's did not stop playing, forcing Gotham's finest to witness the two most wanted criminals raping the commissioner's daughter. Batgirl.

The thought of it not being rape was even more sinister than the other way around. They had all known how powerful the Joker's manipulating skills were. They now saw that they had underestimated him even then. What he did to Harleen Quinzel was nothing compared to the fall of the Batgirl.

The Joker's pleasure that he felt as he watched the news that night was impossible to match. It was a night for a fine scotch. His fingers ran lazily through his green locks as he sipped the strong liquor, a smug smile curling his mouth. He was more than pleased. There was now only one thing left to do.

He looked down at the brown paper package on his desk, the address hand printed in blocky writing to Dick Grayson. Barbara Gordon's boyfriend. The Joker would bet his very soul that he was the secret identity of Robin. Inside the package, a video cassette of the footage of the Batman and the beloved Batgirl was tucked securely between pieces of bubble wrap. The piece of duct tape on the VHS said WATCH ME. The Joker giggled to himself in the quiet of his office. Setting down his glass, he kicked off from his desk, his chair rolling across the tile and he began to spin, laughing chaotically as he did so. He pulled his knees up and threw his back in laughter. What a beautiful night it was. As the chair slowed to a stop, he found himself directly in front of his window, looking out over the depressingly dark skyline of his beloved city.

What damage could he cause tomorrow?

Dick Grayson stared at his television set with bloodshot eyes, clenched fists and gritted teeth. It was the third time he'd watched it. As the image of Batman pulling away from Barbara came onto the screen again, it flickered out, returning to the Joker's face. The clown was adjusting a video camera in front of his face, giggling breathlessly. Once again, Dick sat still as a rock as he watched the monster begin to speak. "Robin," He whispered, giggling again. "I wanted to keep this, uh, PG-13, so I didn't send you the more… Explicit content. I hope that doesn't disappoint you," He pouted, his dark red lips pulling down into a dramatic frown. The room he was in was dark, and Dick could only seen his outline and the shading of each crease in his face. It made him sick. "But if you want to know the full story… And not just the bullshit from GCN…" The Joker paused, his head cocking to the side as he leaned forward. "She'd be happy to explain it to you... 821 Fifty Third Street, 12am. Be there," The Joker said, and then began a harsh laugh, gasping for air. His hands scrambled for the camera and as it moved around the room as he fumbled for the off button, Dick could hear his loud chuckling, only interrupted slightly by the soft voice of Barbara.

"Joker?" She asked, sweetly.

The video cut off and his television showed no more than static.

With a wordless scream, he yanked the small TV set from on top of his dresser and threw it violently across his room. "No!" Dick screamed loudly, rage bubbling forth in his veins. In three weeks, his entire life had fallen apart. No. He would not just sit back and take this.

He would end it. Tonight. At midnight. He'd do what he never had, what he'd always tried to stop. He would kill the Joker.

Not just kill, He thought. That wasn't the word he wanted. Slaughter.

A violent chill ran up his spine at the sinister direction his thoughts were flowing. He looked at the clock, his eyes bulging in anger, fists still clenched. 9pm. See you soon, Joker.

"Joker?" Barbara has asked quietly as she walked into the room. The clown was giggling furiously, messing with a camcorder in his hands. As the laughing died down, he set the machinery on his desk and leaned forward, looking at the woman with conspiring eyes.

"Yes, dollface?" He purred with a giggle.

She stepped closer into the office and with a quick glance at his face, she lowered her arms to his eyes. The Joker's eyes widened curiously as blood dripped from the large slashes in her skin and onto his floor. "I think I cut them a little too deep… What do you think?" She asked, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. On one forearm, his name was angrily, desperately carved into her skin. In the other, three diamonds straight down from the crease in her elbow to a point at her wrist. As she saw him looking at them, she whispered, "They're for Harley." She smiled slyly, proud of her work.

"I see that, Little Bat," He murmured, nodding slowly. Her eyes fluttered gently in response to the pet name. The gashes were deep, frighteningly so, but not crucial. As he walked forward slowly, he took his arm in his hands, tracing the wounds with his finger, admiring the blood still pouring from them onto the floor, her shirt. A single drop of blood landed on his shoe. His eyes stared at the single drip of crimson on the tip of his black shoe, and suddenly a raw hunger overtook him. "I think they're beautiful," He growled gently, the words rolling off his tongue seductively. Barbara leaned in closer to him as her blood stained his palms. In less than a moment, he had her shoulders in his hands and was shoving her against the wall, his mouth violently taking hers, biting her lip hard as he thrusted his hips towards her. She moaned gently, her body moving with his, trying to keep him as close as possible. Keeping her pinned by his hips, he yanked off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, pushing his sleeves up his arms and then took her wrists in his hands and shoved them against the wall. He stared in her eyes for a long hard moment, searching her for her emotions, her thoughts. She relaxed against the wall, the look in her eyes pure need, almost intoxication from just being touched by him.

His mouth finally met it's target, sucking on the bleeding flesh of her arm. She grimaced, whimpering in pain, but he felt her move her own slim hips towards him. He dipped his tongue into each slash in her skin, tasting the blood and skin, his mind flooding with lust. Her blood tasted so good, so pure, and it was so warm. He could feel it staining his face. Finally, he pulled away, looking at the cleaned arm, seeing his name printed there in all it's glory. "Such a good girl," He whispered.

She moaned gently, leaning her head back. He smirked, licking his lips to taste the residue of her quickly drying gore. His hand wrapped in her red hair and yanked her head around, forcing her to turn towards the wall. Commanding her to stay, he grabbed a switchblade from his desk, skipping back over. Slowly, he began stripping her of her clothing with the knife, ripping the fabric to pieces and letting it fall to the ground without a second glance. He slid down her body, his hands grabbing hold of her hips as his mouth kissed and sucked the pale flesh of her bottom. He yanked on her hips, making her step back, her ass further into the air and he had the perfect view of her two entrances. His tongue gently traced the ring of muscle of her asshole, making it clench shut and he chuckled, licking further down to her pussy lips. She sighed loudly, shivering. She was wet. So wet, so deliciously full of her fluids that he couldn't wait any longer. He flipped her around again, and he got a view of her full, perky breasts, the two pink mounds poking out, hard for his touch. He slapped her face hard and she groaned, and in the same moment, he was yanking one leg up over his hip. She clutched onto him, trying not to lose her balance.

The Joker grabbed one of her hands, placing it on his belt buckle, giving her a frightening stare and she licked her lips nervously, anxiously unbuckling his belt and fumbling for his zipper. He grinned at her enthusiasm, knowing she wouldn't be so desperate for it in a moment. Or maybe she would. This woman continued to surprise him. As soon as his cock was free to the cool air in his office, he yanked her other leg up over his opposite hip and she locked her ankles around him, her hands finding his shoulders as he went to position himself at her entrance. She watched him with hooded eyes as he positioned his member and then forcefully shoved it in with one grit of his teeth. "Oh!" She moaned gently, lurching forward as he filled her so completely. "Joker," She whispered breathlessly as he began to pump his hips back and forth. He chuckled darkly and the sound made more of her juices soak his cock. His eyes fluttered and his jaw slackened at the feeling. "Faster, please, faster," She begged, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her blood was staining his shirt, but at the moment he didn't care. It cooled uncomfortably on his skin, but knowing that it was her blood took away from the discomfort.

"Never satisfied, are you, girl?" He demanded, slamming home with every thrust.

She whimpered loudly as the head of his cock hit her cervix. "I just want you!" She screamed as he suddenly pinched her clit, making her jerk. It hurt so good. The Joker laughed at the expression on her face.

"Don't worry, Baby Bat," He said, grinning down at her. "I've got just what you need."

Her eyes glittered in lust. One of his hands left her thigh, and she clutched onto him harder, balancing herself so she wouldn't fall. The Joker reached behind him, watching her all the while. His pistol was tucked securely behind the waist of his pants and he grabbed it, lowering it without her knowledge. When she heard the safety click off, she jumped, staring at him with wide eyes. "Joker?" She whispered.

He was still fucking her, just slower, and he giggled at the sight of terror in her big eyes as her breasts bounced with his thrusts. She looked like a staged porn star and the sight was hilarious to him, only making his cock harder.

"Don't worry, sweetie! We're just playing a little game," He told her gently, his lips brushing hers. Her brow was furrowed but she nodded, putting her trust in him. Just as the cold barrel of the gun prodded her back entrance, the door opened and the familiar sound of Harley's shoes clicking alerted them of her presence. The two lovers looked up, both of them getting more excited by her presence. Harley's lips parted in surprise and the Joker grinned. "Have a seat, baby girl," He told her. "Things are just getting fun." He turned his attention back to the girl impaled on his erection while his girlfriend walked to his office chair slowly, watching them intently as he fucked the redhead hard against the wall. He winked at Barbara, the cold gun touching her again. She whimpered, her asshole refusing the object defiantly. "You'd better open up, little girl," He threatened. "Or I'll be shoving this in another hole. Maybe one that's already occupied," He said in a low voice, thrusting roughly into her pussy for emphasis. Her eyes widened in fear.

"I'm nervous," She whimpered, but it turned into a loud moan as he took her sensitive, warm nipple in his mouth.

"Just relax," He told her, licking her other nipple sensually. "You trust me, right?" The look in his eyes was anything but trustworthy, but she immediately agreed without question. She slowly relaxed her muscles, relaxing into him and he grunted, balancing her weight carefully as he slowly worked the gun into her mainly dry hole. She whimpered loudly, turning into a loud groan of pain as he stretched her wide open, forcing the cold steel inside of her. Her asshole clamped down on it, not letting it go in any further and he growled at the resistance. "I said relax," He growled maliciously.

"Maybe she just needs -" Harley began, but the Joker snapped at her viciously.

"Shut up, Harley. She can do this. I know she can." He turned his attention back to Barbara. Tears were falling down her flushed cheeks and the sight did terrible things to his will, making him wrench the gun deeper into her at the same moment she tried to relax, slamming it in all the way. She screamed in pain at the intrusion and he began to giggle. "See, Harl!"

He turned to look at his doubtful girlfriend who was watching them with wide eyes, her legs pushed together tightly. Her eyes were focused right where the butt of his gun was pumping gently against her as he fucked her hard and steady. Barbara was whimpering, coughing as she cried, but she never once asked him to stop, loving the pain as much as she hated it. It flared up, swallowing her, making her writhe in agony, but at the same time, lovingly caressed her body, making every nerve ending fire up. She was a moaning, squirming mess in his arms as he had his way with her, forcing the barrel into her dry, tight hole slowly, in and out, in and out. The knowledge that the gun's safety was not on while it was pushing deep inside of her made her heart pump harder, the adrenaline strong enough to get her drunk. Harley was anxiously rubbing herself through the material of her pants, the need for an orgasm building fast. Her jealousy had all but faded and was replaced with a cruel, sharp satisfaction at watching him demean and debase another woman. She wanted to be her so badly, but she also would never give up her seat. She had the perfect view.

When Barbara finally was overpowered by her orgasm, she moaned loudly, her voice high pitched and thick with passion as he abused her holes. That was all she was, holes to be taken, to be used, and she loved every second of it. She needed to be consumed this way at all times. The climax was hard and demanding, sucking all of her energy away and as she came down, she had no strength to help hold herself up. The Joker grunted, taking himself out of her, but leaving his gun buried deep in her back entrance. "Harley," He growled loudly. The blonde looked up, shocked and lusting. The Joker slowly lifted Barbara in his arms, walking her across the room to a small couch and laying her down. She curled up in the fetal position and closed her eyes, moaning when at the last moment, he forced the gun deeper inside of her. He left it inside of her, giggling as he walked away. When she heard the two take up where she left off, she rejoiced in the sounds of the two people she truly loved having such pleasure. Harley's cries were almost melodic. The sounds of rough, wet sex sung her to sleep.

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