Joker 2.0 [closed to your_vice]

Batman perched himself on the cathedral tower. The once-magnificent stone had chipped and fade after years of being exposed to the thick, polluted Gotham air. The light breeze made his cape dance in the wind, but did nothing to relieve it's heavy burden. This week he had done something he never thought possible. He had saved Gotham completely from the Joker's crazed grip. But it came with a heavy price. Batman had stolen away his life. He had taken everything from the Joker - his personality, his memories, and even his face - and wiped them clean. The Joker was no more. Now only existed a shadow of a man named Jonathan Pun. Using his vast wealth, it was simple for Batman to purchase a new house, job, and driver's license. The difficult part was implanting new memories into the newly created man. For that, Batman had to take memories from one of the Joker's victims. It was an ironic joke that the last thing the Joker ever stole would be the life of a nighttime security guard for Wayne Enterprises. However, it did afford Batman an easy opportunity to watch over the man to ensure he was adjusting well to his new life.

Bruce sighed from beneath his mask. Thankfully, it was a quiet night. However, the peace allowed him to brood over his decision. Batman had never willfully and purposely taken a life up until this point. Was the safety of the city worth compromising his ideals?

Suddenly, the night sky erupted into bright light. It took a second before the sound of the large explosion to reach his ears. Batman narrowed his eyes to focus on the fireball climbing up into the night sky. As he leaped from the edge, he calculated it was approximately 12 blocks away. It would be faster to hitch a ride of the passing elevated train rather than get to his car. He swooped down on to of the shiny roof of the speeding train with his fists clamping down on the edge like a vice grip. He would be at the explosion in less than thirty seconds, but he could only hope that he was not too late to save anyone there.

Harley watched gleefully from a rooftop as a huge mushroom of blazing chaos erupted through a factory roof. It had been far too quiet since her baby had been locked up again. Harley had learned that the Joker had vanished from Arkham and in the absence of any contact from him through the usual channels, she was leaving a calling card. The factory she had just bombed manufactured joke shop products, which Harley thought fitting. She danced from foot to foot as people ran screaming from the area dodging falling debris.

"That should get his attention."

She remained at her vantage point, scanning the area with binoculars. Surely he would get off his ass and be here soon? Paranoia and doubt clouded her thoughts, threatening the fragile Harley persona of the woman who had once been a brilliant psychiatrist. What if he was dead? Worse than that, what if he had found himself another woman?

"No." She informed Gotham, shaking her head and denying the notion. Harley set down the binoculars and boxed her own ears. "I can't hear me!" She sang until the sinister voice of doubt quieted itself to her satisfaction.

She snatched up the binoculars again as a shadow moved in the corner of her vision. Harley's shoulders drooped as Batman swung down from a moving train and ran to the scene. All to soon he would extinguish her little beacon and have everything back to normal.

"Bo-oring!" She stuck her tongue out at Batman's retreating back and sat down on the cold rooftop huffily.

"He won't come." Announced a sultry female voice. Harley leapt to her feet and spun round to see Ivy lounging against the door to the stairwell. She clearly had some info about the Joker but she seemed in no rush to divulge it. "I know something you don't know." Ivy teased.

Harley was unimpressed. "Bet you don't."

"Oh but I do." Ivy sauntered over and stood close to her. She was a head taller than Harley and tousled her hair patronisingly. "Aww. How does it feel to be all on your lonesome?"

Harley kicked Ivy's leg out from under her and pushed her to the floor. She straddled her chest and produced a small switchblade, which she held to Ivy's throat. Her eyes were wide and crazed with hope that Ivy might know where her man had got to. Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Ever the Joker's loyal little poppet aren't you? Even when he's nowhere to be found. I really don't understand why you want him back so bad after the way he treated you and besides... I have a vacancy myself." Ivy slid her hands up Harley's thighs gently, making her meaning plain. "We could have so much fun." She breathed.

"No. 'Fess up." Harley was not about to be swayed. Ivy's hands moved over her firm little ass.

"Suit yourself. They've brainwashed him. He doesn't know he ever was the Joker. I don't know exactly where he is but he's in Gotham somewhere, living an ordinary little life." She smiled cruelly. "Naturally, he has absolutely no memory of you."

A twinge of fear gripped Batman as he dove off the speeding train. It was the joke shop factory that was burning. Could it be the Joker? He dismissed the thought almost as soon as it arrived. He knew Joker was gone and safe. He had checked on him only an hour earlier. This was only a coincidence. Or someone was trying to emulate the Joker. Perhaps a copy cat try to lure him out from his disappearance.

Diving through the shadows, he hoped not to be seen, but a flash of light illuminated him midair as the train bucked and sparked against the third rail. Sloppy he thought to himself. Surely, any halfway decent criminal would have spotted him in that moment. By the time he landed on the ground, he was already moving swiftly through the shadows to the blaze. He had to find if there were any victims inside. He dove into the nearest window disappearing into the mixture of smoke and fire.

Harley looked around the Electroconvulsive Therapy room contemplatively. How hilarious to be breaking into Arkham! The hapless night-shift psychiatrist strapped to the table stopped screaming long enough for his speech to become intelligible. Harley stared down at him, a wicked grin on her painted face.

"I told you, I swear I don't know! Nobody knows! The project was funded by Wayne Enterprises. They are monitoring him as an experiment but his location is top secret."

"Pity." Sighed Harley, her hand wandering over to the ECT unit's controls again.

"No! I SWEAR I'VE TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW! Please! I have a heart condition!" The man was in his 50s, greying and paunchy. Harley was bored with him and his endless begging.

"I know how you feel." She replied in mock sympathy. "I've lost mine too."

She flipped the machine back on and exited through a window.

Harley had a stop to make before she got to Wayne Enterprises for a midnight snoop. She swung by the spotlight on the top of the police station and tucked a note under the wing of the black bat stuck to the glass. Harley got out her switchblade again and with a giggle, cut open her forearm and let some blood trickle over the bat, making the whole thing look more dramatic. If they bothered to test it they'd know it was her. The note was brief and to the point.

"Tell the batty bastard to let my baby go or I'll keep y'all eyeball deep in so much chaos that you'll wish he was back."

She didn't want to let on that she was wise to their scheme, Harley just wanted to raise a few hackles and maybe get herself the opportunity to quiz Batman first hand. Why chase the elusive crime-fighter all around town when with a few choice words he'd seek her out instead? Good people were always so easy to rile.

Next she headed to Wayne Enterprises, not so certain about breaking in there undetected as she had at Arkham. She was prowling the perimeter when her heart suddenly stopped. That profile, there had been something about the security guard's profile. Harley had to keep herself from clapping her hands at how obvious it was. Of course he was being 'closely monitored' by Wayne Enterprises.

She crept closer, wanting to make sure she was right. The man was walking across to a booth by the entrance to the parking lot. He relieved some guy who was sat there and parked himself with a thermos and newspaper. Harley moved ever nearer, creeping on all fours to get a good look at the man as he poured some coffee.

She was shocked at how different he looked, how ordinary. It was heartbreaking... but it could just possibly be him.

Harley sauntered into view in her bizarre jester's costume.

"I hope you're keeping your eyes open, there are some strange people about." She quipped.

"Been to a party have you?" He asked, smiling slightly with no trace of recognition on his face.

It was him. It was her pumpkin's voice. They hadn't changed it and it was unmistakable. The things that voice had told her to do in the wonderfully bad old days. He was the devil on her shoulder and she needed him back.

But not tonight. This would take some preparation.

"Yeah, the atmosphere was electric." She replied before she disappeared into the night.

Following the explosion, Batman's quiet night erupted into a fury of crime and havoc. Only minutes after rescuing a man from the inferno of the factory, Batman sped in his car to the Gotham museum to foil Two-Face's attempt to steal a priceless coin. He escorted the duplicitous criminal to Arkham only to find a crime had occurred there as well. Dr. Smith's twitching body left few clues for the detective. Unfortunately it was too late for him to be saved. He doubted it was one of the inmates since every inmate was accounted for. However, it had to be a particularly twisted and deviant person to have left the power running like that.

An hour later, Batman was called to the police spotlight by Commissioner Gordon. Batman didn't need to analyze the droplets of blood to know who did this - Dr. Harleen Quinzel. He was not sure where she was, but he figured he could find her quickly. Batman disappeared into the night to the Botanical Gardens. Poison Ivy had been released on parole after he latest case was dismissed. Since then, Batman had kept a close eye on her to ensure she wasn't doing anything illegal. She had yet to slip up, but he knew she would eventually. Till then, he kept a close eye on her as she muddled around in the business of other criminals without getting her hands dirty quite yet.

Harley lay back under the stars in the Botanical Gardens, passing a joint between herself and Ivy. Harley was determined enough to act autonomously where the welfare of the Joker was concerned but in general she did not function well on her own. She got increasingly bored, unless she began arguing with herself, neither of which were fun. Ivy was generally not to be trusted but the two women seemed to have a tacit truce since the Joker had vanished. Ivy exhaled a thick cloud of smoke at the night sky and turned on her side before passing the marijuana cigarette back to Harley. Her dark green hair tumbled about her face in glossy curls and her voice was husky from smoking when she spoke.

"I meant what I said you know. You don't need him back."

Harley stiffened with annoyance. They had been through this already and while Ivy could be fun when she felt like it, she was not the constant roller-coaster ride that life with the Joker was. She pulled on the joint, held it and then exhaled impatiently, her mellow buzz evaporating. Ivy raised one leg and straddled her, taking the joint in one hand and stroking Harley's hair with the other.

"We could be good together, you and me." Ivy insisted.

Harley shook her head vigorously. "He needs me. I've got to get him back. I'd rather see him dead than ordinary."

Ivy exhaled and then leaned down, her hand snaking down Harley's face to caress the hollow of her throat and then her breast.

"Look, you're all tense. Go rescue the asshole if you must but we can still have a little fun. How about just a kiss?" She asked, her soft lips slowly descending.

Harley rolled Ivy off of her and scrambled away as the other woman tumbled onto the grass.

"I'm not fucking stupid." She announced. It was well known that kissing Ivy could prove fatal. Ivy regained her composure and passed the joint across.

"You can hardly blame me darling. I like the peace and quiet. The Joker tore the town up with such enthusiasm that there was no room for anyone else to operate. Now he's a safely tranquillised, tax paying civilian and the only thing threatening to fuck with the blissful new status quo is you."

"Well too bad." Harley declared mutinously, crossing her legs and folding her arms childishly.

"So it seems sweetheart. Doesn't mean we can't still be friends though?" She wheedled. Harley rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"With friends like you, who needs Batman?" She snapped. Harley lay back down on the grass however, a safe distance from Ivy. Then as an afterthought, she sat up and grabbed the smoking paraphernalia lying around.

"I think I'm going to roll my own joint though." She said. "No more sharing."

"Whatever." Ivy replied flippantly, her eyes dancing with amusement.

The Bat watched the two supercriminals for a few minutes. It appeared as if they were at each other throats. He decided to wait before he made his presence known. If the two athletic women began fighting, he may only have to subdue the victor or at least fight two tired combatants. Furthermore, he had nothing substantial on Ivy. At least not yet.

Yet it appeared as if their animosity to each other would not boil over when Harley collapsed on the grass. Carefully watching her tone body, he could see her muscles relax a little as she inhaled the tainted smoke. Meanwhile, Ivy was leaning backwards against a giant flowering plant. He did not recognize what sort it was, but he considered every plant in the building to be a threat.

It was time to make his move. Standing up, he removed some gas pellets from his utility belt. He leaped down off the ceiling beam he had perched himself on, heaving the pellets down in front of him where he intended to land. They exploded into a purple cloud of gas completely obscuring the view of his landing. Although he had jumped more than 30 feet from the ledge, his muscular legs easily absorbed the fall as he began moving forward with hardly a sound. He was there onto of Harley before she probably knew what hit her - perhaps because her reflex were being dulled by the sweet smelling smoke she had been inhaling. Using the full weight of his body, he pinned her to the floor. His legs elegantly wrapping around hers to prevent her moving as his torso pressed firmly against hers. He grabbed her skin tight costume right below the collar and pulled upward. Her head lifted up off the soft grass so that it was inches from his own masked face. Staring directly into her big eyes, he spoke angrly through his gritted teeth,

"You burned down a factory tonight and nearly killed three people, but didn't steal anything! What are you trying to accomplish?"

It was always difficult to intimidate someone so twistedly insane as Harley, but he had to give it at least a try. Ivy was much more reasonable and probably could break if the screws were put to her, but he didn't know her level of involvement yet. Although he was eye-to-eye with Harley, he could just make out Ivy's reflection in the glass in front of him which allowed him to see what she was doing behind him.

Accomplish?

The concept was alien to Harley. She and the Joker had never been about the money or the status, though both had flowed their way in the past. Burgling the factory hadn't once occurred to her. The Batman looked so pissed about it too. She chuckled up at him delightedly, knowing full well he wouldn't hit a woman unless he was seriously endangered or provoked.

"And I bet you never took anything either, so what did you accomplish in clearing up my mess? You're like street-sweeper honey-pie, if I don't stir things up around here occasionally you'll be out of a job." She laughed again. Batman dumped her upper body onto the ground in disgust. "What I am trying to accomplish is finding my baby. You can't blame a girl for leaving the occasional calling card."

Ivy watched the exchange interestedly, a wicked grin splitting her pale green face. She stood and turned to the plant she was sitting against, then reached through the petals of the giant flower to stimulate the stamen at the centre. A puff of yellow mist rose into the air, filling it with a heady perfume.

Then she turned back to admire Batman's sculpted butt as he straddled Harley. Within a few minutes, the pollen from that flower would have them all feeling fruity. She wondered how good Batman was at suppressing his more carnal urges. After all, he was still just a man.

"The Joker is locked up. Even your crazy little mind can understand the concept of jail. You have been there enough." Through the corner of his eye, he saw a subtle movement from Ivy. However, he wasn't quite sure what she had done.

Deciding it was best not to have his back to one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham in her lair, he grabbed both slender wrists of Harley and brought them over her head. He couldn't help but notice that Harley's perky breasts pushed out and upwards when she was held in this position. He held both her wrists together with his right hand as he swiftly pulled a small device from his utility belt. He wrapped the metallic device around her wrists and then shot part of it up into the rafters. Before Harley knew what was going on, she was being lifted off the floor handcuffed to rafters. Batman elegantly rolled off her body as the device pulled up toward the ceiling. The device stopped once her feet were mere inches of the ground.

Meanwhile, Batman rose to face his other adversary. He could see a faint yellow tint in the air, which made him cautious to approach her.

"Well, Ivy... I have watched you play it straight for a while, but it appeared you have gotten mixed up with the wrong girl here. You are going to end up back in Arkham." Batman felt a little woozy, almost like an out of body experience. He tightened his fists trying to stay focused on the delectable young tart in front of him.

Ivy raised an elegant eyebrow. All she had to do was stall him for a few minutes.

"Back in Arkham? For what? Marijuana possession." She chose her words carefully, being suggestive while the pollen took effect. "If you want to put handcuffs on me as well, you'll have to come up with something better than that. Or perhaps you're just here to take her?" She nodded at Harley, who was rotating in a circle above the ground, kicking her legs up towards the cuffs experimentally in an elegant acrobatic movement, her taut backside swaying in mid-air. "If you want both of us, you'll have to be far more creative."

She moved slowly towards him, letting her hips sway seductively. As she had been closest to the flower when the pollen had been released, her arousal was already mounting and her slender hands travelled down over her breasts and torso in a light gesture but Batman's eyes followed them down to where her green skintight sheath met between her thighs. She remained just out of his reach, her glossy curls flowing over her pale green cleavage.

"So then... what is it you want? Right now?"

He is almost inclined to answer her truthfully at that moment. His eyes focused where her sleek thighs ends on her perfect body. However, he knows better than to let her get the best of him.

"Ivy, I want you to come quietly." In his mind, he pictures her cumming as loudly as possible. "I know you are up to no good in here and your pretty little ass is mine." Batman could feel his grip on reality slipping. She must have slipped him something. He had to focus on his rage and anger. They would keep him from collapsing to her will. His blood boiled with anger.

She was still out of his reach, but that wouldn't be difficult to change. He crouched lower, flexing his muscle in a stance ready to pounce. But instead of moving forward, he threw a thin metal cord around her petite, lithe body. The cord looped around her three to four times, slipping over her breasts, flat stomach, crotch and upper thighs. It just barely stuck to her, but they both stood there for a beat as the cord had no real effect.

Batman, then gave a devious smile, as he flipped a switch on his belt. The cord electrified in a second sending electric jolts through her body. He had total control of how strong of a current he could infuse into her body and he had decided merely to start by taunting her with a "stimulating dose."

Ivy shuddered violently as the first shocks went through her but once she got used to the sensation it was wonderfully arousing. Her costume dampened between her legs and Ivy pushed a couple of fingers between her tightly wrapped thighs, stimulating her clit while Batman shocked her. There was silence but for Ivy's quiet moans until raucous laughter rang around the huge glasshouse.

"She's not going to cum quietly at all!" Harley crowed. "Aww Batman... are you losing your touch?" The caped crusader looked livid. "Do I get a turn as a human vibrator after?"

Harley found herself becoming incredibly turned on, which was impossible because she was looking at Batman. Her eyes roamed hungrily over the muscles defined by his black suit. She wondered what would happen if he got an erection inside that rig.

Ivy continued to moan and wriggle and Batman was looking a lot less than his usually composed self. Harley giggled, assuming she was still feeling the effects of the pot she had smoked.

"Gad damn Ivy, what did you put in that shit?" She asked. Ivy emitted a throaty chuckle.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it... it's all herbal."

Batman's cock strained beneath his armored suit whel he saw Ivy's body contort and convulse. He could see she was being aroused by the shocks. He turned them down to a dull constant stimulation just enough to send tingles to her nipples and pussy.

Batman ignored the cackles of Harley. She would get hers eventually, but for now she would simply have to hang there and watch. "Submit Ivy! You are not getting out of this one so easily." Standing tall once again, he showed her the full magnitude and strength of his large frame standing over her. He began to slowly approach her.

"Get on your knees, Ivy, and submit." His voice was firm and uncompromising.

Ivy got to her knees with some difficulty, her fingers still moving against the fabric of her suit between her legs. She smiled up Batman's towering frame until she met his eyes. She licked her lips lasciviously and then planted a kiss on the crotch of his suit, leaving a kiss of condensation there.

"I submit to you." She teased. "You'll just have to do as you please with me."

Harley, never one to sit quietly on the sidelines, started climbing up the wire that was shackling her to the rafters, her chequered ass swinging from side to side as she did so. She sang out loudly to the tune of an old nursery rhyme.

"Ivy and Batman sitting in a tree
F U C K I N G
Batman and Ivy writhing on the grass
Bet he wants to fuck her ass!"

"Prove yourself to me. Worship me." He took ahold of her curly red locks and pulled her head upwards to him forcefully. He forced her face against his crotch, rubbing away the condensation with her cheek. He undid his utility belt and let it fall to the floor letting the bottoms of his costume fall with it.

His large cock stood erect before her. The cool air flowing over the pulsing shaft. Ivy's head was mere inches from it and he could feel her hot breath against his exposed skin.

Ivy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Worship him? Wow, men really were all the same. She did want to suck his cock though so she leaned forwards and took it in her mouth, sliding back and forth over the shaft and swirling her tongue across the head. There were so many ways in which she could harm or infect his swollen dick but Ivy just gave in to the moment and sucked him.

"Oh yeah, let's all worship saint Batman and his holy hard-on!" Harley giggled from somewhere near the ceiling.

Harley would pay for his annoyances, but for now Batman enjoyed Ivy's mouth. He could still seem some defiance in her emerald eyes, which he knew he had to break. Still gribbing her hair in his gloved hand, he pulled again. This time straightening her neck and pulling her further along his shaft, making her deep throat him.

Turning his head around, he looked at Harley wiggling on the rope. He watched her ass dance before him and smiled thinking how he would be taking more of what the Joker had claimed very shortly.

"Harley, why don't you be a good girl and keep quiet there. Or else, Ivy and I will have to find a way to keep your mouth full."

Ivy's fingers flickered faster as he pulled her onto his cock and she was gagging and choking on it as she came. The cry that erupted from her was blocked by his thrusting cock and only served to open her throat wider and allow him further in. She couldn't believe she was sucking Batman's dick.

Harley blew a raspberry at Batman, waggling her hands behind her ears in a defiant gesture. She was on the rafter now and fighting with the hook that was holding the wire in place. She couldn't get out of the handcuffs but with a bit of effort she thought she could pull the hook out of the rough hewn wood. With one last tug, it gave.

Batman could tell that Ivy had orgasmed as she moaned against his dick. Her muffled cry augmented the sounds of her fingers flicking against her wet cunt. Batman did not pause for a second and continue to fuck her face. His hips flexing to push deeper down her wanting throat.

He heard Harley pull the hook from the wood. Batman did not worry because he knew she would still be bound.

Batman pulled Ivy off his shaft. He watched as a trail of her trailing dripped off his dick leading to her mouth.

"Ivy, I think Harley is up to some mischief. What do you say we teach her some lessons?"

Harley froze like an errant child at the sound of her name. She had been wandering along the rafter and pulling up the long wire. She was at a loss as to how to get down to the ground with her hands bound, without winding up in the same predicament she had been trying to escape from. Foresight had never really been her strong suit.

"Don't tell me he's done already!" She laughed. "Does Batman have a tiny little batcock too?"

"He's not nearly done." Ivy purred from her electrified prison as sensation started to build within her again. "But I've a feeling you're going to be."

Batman stood beneath Harley looking up at her luscious body. She would serve him well. And Ivy could have some fun too.

"Come little puppy. It'll be better if you come down and play... then you can see what a true cock is."

Petting Ivy's head as she knelt beneath him, he stared down his bound captive. This was taking too long. He produced a batarang from beneath his cape and threw it at Harley hitting her square in the chest.

Harley gave a little cry of surprise as the batarang knocked her flying from the rafter. She smiled ecstatically at the rush of falling, offering a silent prayer to the devil for her pumpkin's mind in case she hit something hard and died. The stars fell away from her and in her stoned state, it was a wonderful experience.

Somewhat fortunately, she fell into the flower that Ivy had sprayed the pollen from. The thick yellow particles filled her lungs and by the time she crawled out through the petals with her bound hands and fell to the soft grass, Harley could have fucked just about anything.

"C'mon then!" She slurred. "Where's your batcock? I'm only little, I might know when it's in."

With the yellow pollen clinging to her body, she looked like the perfect sex object for the drugged Batman. However, he still boiled in angry, especially with her taunting. He owed her a lesson and it was time.

He moved with the quickness of the dark taking ahold of her by the neck and ramming her backwards into one of the tired, wooden beams. The biulding shook with the force of her body being crushed against it. His large cock, pressed against her soaked pussy and their heat easily passed through to each other despite the thin latex fabric separating them.

"Take off the costume!" Batman snarled. Harley's feet just barely touching the floor as he held her up by the throat.

Harley dangled there, wide eyed and dazed as a half-naked, three parts crazed Batman held her a foot from the ground by her throat. The heady euphoria of O2 deprivation hit her like a tidal wave and she grinned crazily as her eyes began to roll.

Batman released his grip and she slid to her feet, leaning against the beam as everything spun and her knees buckled.

"You know what?" She gasped. "The zipper's in the back. I don't know why they always do that."

She turned around on weak legs and pushed her butt out towards Batman's straining cock.

He practically tore off the zipper when pulling it down. It was the first time Batman could really appreciate how creamy her skin was. The costume collapsed to the floor in a huddle mass while he ran his fingers up her inner thigh.

He could feel the warmth from between her legs and knew she was ready for him. He spread her legs wider with his hands and had her bend over more. He aimed his cock just beneath her, letting her juices drip down on his throbbing member to lubricate it.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready, little girl?" She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.