The tightness in Batman's throat travels to his chest and turns in to a burning heat. He spins the Batmobile off immediately to the side of the street, next to another trash-ridden alley. That is all that Gotham seems to be; moonlight, rain and trash cans. Leaving the car, he slams his door and storms round to the passenger door, dragging Harley out by a fistful of her hair, into the mist-filled night air. He shoves her against the damp brick wall, face first, leaving the masonry imprinted on her cheek. He presses his entire weight against her small figure, leaning into her ear with a deep, rumbling voice.

"Don't ever mention her name."

Selina Kyle, Catwoman, has been missing for nearly two weeks now. Her whereabouts are completely unknown - many will say that this is nothing to be concerned about. Selina would often disappear on some job or another, her business is very much her own. But, the last Bruce had heard, Selina was seen engaging in a fight with an unknown criminal for whom she'd been working for. This did not bode well for Selina Kyle, she has always been well known for crossing the wrong people. Perhaps this time she's gone too far.

Mind spinning with thoughts of Selina, Batman kicks at Harley's heels with cumbersome boots, forcing her legs apart. She's still giggling that mindless laugh that she and the Joker are so well known for. Batman grunts hot breath into her neck, sending clusters of goosebumps running down her spine.

"Do you really think that you're classy Harley?"

Batman sneers, unzipping his fly. He pulls his cock free. Already pulsing with excitement and just inches from Harley; he bites his lip and begins stroking himself. His eyes scan over her body - a thin waist and a round ass, barely covered by her scanty outfit.

"You're just trailer trash, that's what you are."

He's growling right into the nape of her neck, breathing in the musty scent of perspiration on her skin. His cock stirs in his hand, the other plucks at the flesh of Harley's ass. He slaps her skin with force, leaving a scarlet handprint peeking out from under her pleats.

"You're nothing more than the Joker's whore."

With those words, his cock stands to attention; pink and glistening under the dull Gotham streetlight. He reaches down between her spread legs and lets his fingers settle on her pussy. Heat radiates from her folds into the cold night air, even through her panties. He need not remove them, this won't take long.

With one smooth action, he pulls her panties aside and drives his thick length into her cunt. Her pussy feels like an inferno around him, so soft and tight. He's so much taller than Harley, and each of his deliberate strides lifts her feet completely off the ground. He presses repeatedly into her cervix, bruising her, filling her completely. He holds one hand on her hip for control, a thumb keeps her panties in place, the other hand clamps onto her shoulder for force. His body is desperate to bury into her deeper still, deeper than is even possible. He holds her weight down onto him - trying to do just that, trying to get lost inside her. Her pussy flutters around him with pleasure, contracting deep inside, around the sensitive head of his cock. He wants to cum right then and there, but she doesn't deserve it.

He slides out of her, but within a second he's back buried to the base of his cock again... only this time he's in her ass. The pop of her skin breaking, as he forces himself inside her, happens so quickly that even she doesn't have a chance to react. She screams a high pitched howl into the black night, like a wounded animal. The noise makes Batman's cock twitch within her, she is impossibly tight. He can barely move. His eyes are closed, he's captivated by his own pleasure - frenzied groans escape his lips. Slowly, he rocks back and forth, driving his path deeper into her bowels - enjoying the undeniable feeling of her body contracting with pain around him. Attention fixed on the warm, quivering flesh engulfing his cock, he exhales into the skin of her neck again. Carnal pleasure overcomes him like rage and he slams into her with enough force to graze her face against the brickwork. He uses her now, beast-like; pounding away with his eyes screwed tight and his head thrown back. Harley wheezes underneath him, her body goes limp. With a strong arm wrapped around her waist, he keeps her upright. Hearing her whimper spurs him on faster. His cock becomes a blur, sinking into her bloody ass over and over.

Without awareness of reality, mind clouded completely with ecstasy, he thrusts at her lifeless body like an animal. His hands begin to tremble where they support her stomach, beads of sweat trickle down his back. He feels his heart skip a beat. Then orgasm runs through his entire body. It comes in waves, knocking him off balance. His swollen cock throbs, pumping five spurts of sticky seed out, to settle deep inside her stomach. Her body heaves, as his cock grows softer and slips out of her arsehole. She crumples against the wall face first, ass still naked and sticking out into the frigid night air. He hears a muffled noise escape her mouth, she's still crying. Or... is she crying? What sounded like sobs, transform into a hysterical cackle. He body convulses with hilarity, he begins to leak out of her ass and into the folds of her pussy.

"Ooh, does this mean I'm gonna have a little Bat baby?" She mocks, using her long fingers to feed his cum into her still wet slit. Batman shakes his head with dismay.

"Come on, let's get back into the Batmobile." He orders, tugging on the back of her shirt. She casually brushes herself down and wipes away the ruined makeup from under her eyes.

"Wait, listen, Bats... I know you said I ain't supposed to mention her again but, well, I know where Catwoman is."