Once Upon a Midnight Craze (Closed for fuckmeat)

"Good evening... His excellency... I had heard that your daughter was exceptionally beautiful, but, tsk, it really did not ever cross my conscious mind to do anything about it until I stumbled upon her not but a half an hour previous. That would be precisely at eleven-thirty PM. Twenty-nine minutes ago. I'm sure you've heard of the club, Belluchio's? Oh, yes, that's right... You own it. Hahaha! Isn't that a gut buster? Anyways, what I was wanting to tell you... Your excellency... Is that your daughter is no longer a princess, and you, are no longer the king of this little kingdom. Where you make your fortune feeding the blind, and drowning the deaf. You are not in control. Control is not yours. It's mine. All mine, just like your daughter. Deary, say hi to poppa?"

"DADDIEEEEEEE-!"

"What a noisy little cunt... Has she always been like this, your excellentfuckly? No, I'll take it from your silence you don't like hearing her scream... Which is a pity... Her scream, well, it's delightful. Fucking delightful, if you don't mind my French, especially when you're fucking the fucked and their fucking screaming, if you catch my fucking, fuck. Now, if you'll excuse me I have more of your city, and your daughter, to ruin........... Wait, there was something else."

"Don't pa- Ouch-"

"Little nasty bitch. She's got a set of teeth on her... Oh, right, el capitan, or whatever you call yourself. You Italian dick sucking faggot, listen closely, if you want your daughter back in... Mostly one piece... What you will do is this: have one-billion dollars on the South bridge at four AM. That's in three hours and fifty-seven minutes, seventeen seconds. You will do that, and be on the next flight out of your city. If you do neither of these things I'll still give her back. In pieces. One at a time. Starting with her cute *CRUNCH* but crunchy, little toe. Phbt. Yuck. I need a drink... Goodbye!"

Thirty-three minutes, and seventeen seconds earlier an old man was walking down the streets. Well, he looked old. Slightly hunched over, long hair that was a strange greenish color, but also had a few grays in it. A tattered, hooded sweatshirt covering most of his upper body, but not being able to cover the purple trousers or shiny patent leather shoes he was wearing. He walked with a slight limp, and each step seemed to turn his body slightly as if he was turning around, but he never looked behind him. It was always forward. Like he had some sort of purpose. Only, he had no purpose, not until the purpose began to curse him out anyways.

Stepping out of a sleek white limousine was a beautiful girl of Mediterranean decent, she was Italian, and very beautiful. Apparently the fact that there was someone else in the four-lane street that looked like the bum was too much for her. She yelled, obviously a bit drunk, and her body guards tried to look imposing. In fact they did a good job of it, but unfortunately for them the man beneath the hood was permanently smiling, and not because he was always happy either. It would quickly become apparent that he was not an old man, at least not in body, it was really quite easy for him to gut the first guard, and take that over sized man's weapon and shoot the two other. The girl didn't even have time to scream until he approached and removed his hood.

The drying, flaking paint would have been white, but now it was mostly gray. The red smile had turned brown and had lost all of it's luster. Yet something still shone. The eyes. They glowed bright blue. Crazy blue. A savage glint that revealed not a crazy man, or psychotic person, but an animal. A living, breathing organism that did not understand or consent to morals, a man who had brought cities and nations to their knees because at any time he might accidentally push a button that would release a dirty bomb in the center of a city, or several cities. The Joker, only, it was no joke.

"Good evening... Princess..." That was the name scrolled in fancy ultra-pink writing upon the side of her limousine.

"Out for an evening of fun? Yes? Good. Me too."

Taking her slim, but well proportioned arm, he twisted it until she was up close and his hot and surprisingly minty breath cascaded into her ear and down her throat.

"Let's see... There are no fans, no autographs, so you aren't a star of any sort. You're a daddies girl, that is why there are so many guards, so your daddy is somebody... And the only person that is somebody in this town is a gangster... A mafia man... Oooh boy, they are sooo much fun to toy with, and especially the ones with pretty little girls. Mhmm, I bet you aren't even legal to touch one of those drinks, but... That wouldn't matter for a pretty little girl like you, would it? Not in daddies club."

Roughly, The Joker pulled her away from the club, but then he stopped and thrust her into the limousine before sliding in the back with her. The bloody knife in his hand was the one he used to gut the guards earlier, and he held it, dripping, against her throat as he spoke to the driver.

"I can make you filthy rich, or dead. It's your choice Bub, rich?"

"Rich, if you please sir."

"Oh isn't that rich, he's even got the accent, okay Bub, take us to the North bridge. Double time it, and put up that fancy little blocker while I talk to my new... Girlfriend..."

"Tally-ho sir."

"Okay... Missy..." The Joker removed his hoody, revealing the matching purple suit top to his ridiculous outfit. Carefully he pushed his floppy hair to the side, with the knife, before placing it against his tongue and cleaning it and then placing it right against the girls brown, beautiful cheek.

"I want a kiss, and then, you're going to blow me. Right here in this car. If you don't do either, daddies little girl is going to be floating on the bottom of the river in under twenty minutes... So..." The blade slipped carefully between her lips and into her mouth, and The Joker brought his mouth close, but not all the way. "You better get moving."

"Freeze."

Dante Moretti had collared his daughter as she snuck towards the front door of his palatial mansion. Her kohl lined eyes widened in guilty supplication as her full, gloss-slicked bottom lip dropped petulantly. His eyes swept her sprayed on black hotpants and top.

"What the hell is this? Is your allowance so criminally inadequate that you're forced to get your clothes in instalments?"

Allegra rolled her eyes, only just resisting the urge to stamp her foot on the hardwood floor.

"I'm only going to the club daddy. I've got my security, it's no big deal..."

"It's no big deal if my daughter goes out looking like a two bit hooker?" He cut off her protest. "You want I should get good men killed trying to protect you from every asshole in Gotham?"

"I'll be in the VIP Lounge. Nobody's gonna..."

"You're damn right nobody's gonna! Now get upstairs and put on something that won't get you raped, killed or arrested."

Her eyes narrowed but Allegra knew when he meant business. She flounced upstairs and threw black leggings on over the hotpants. She cast around for something to cover the top with and after a few moments' thought, went to her parents' room and opened her father's closet. One of his crisp, white shirts would be perfect.

An hour later, Allegra's limo pulled up outside Belluchio's. She was celebrating ditching her boyfriend and fully intended to meet up with her girlfriends and tear up the town. She had ditched the leggings and unfastened half the shirt's buttons. Daddy's goons weren't supposed to let her get away with shit like drinking in the car and walking around near naked but so long as she flirted with them and gave them a bit of an 'unwitting' show when she took the clothes off, they let it pass. Daddy's club was exclusive and everyone who worked there would take a bullet rather than let harm come to her and incur Dante's wrath. Dante let her drink in his club under the eye of his employees. It was better than having her sneak off to drink in places where she was unprotected. Allegra thought herself worldly but in truth she was far more sheltered than she realised.

She had drunk a bottle of Champagne by this time and her heels were less than steady as she hit the sidewalk. Some freak was eyeing her up, limping in her direction. The wine and knowing she had personal bodyguards made Allegra bold.

"What the fuck are you looking at? You think I got spare change in these pants?"

One guard moved between her and the weirdo. It was the last thing he ever did. She stared in utter horror as he hit the floor, entrails spilling onto the street, spurting and steaming in the cold night air. By the time she ripped her gaze from the dying man two shots had been fired. Her attacker moved towards her with sudden, fluid, terrifying speed. Her heels were rooted to the spot, her knees threatening to buckle. He pulled back his hood to reveal cracked and faded clown face-paint.

It couldn't be.

The psycho known as the Joker had terrorised Gotham single handedly, spreading chaos, death and destruction while the cops did little but clean up his mess. He was a madman who did everything on a whim, a man who psychiatrists insisted had intelligence that was unquantifiable, a man who had never been successfully identified and who never said the same thing twice to any medical professional. The Joker's atrocities could not be predicted or prevented, not even by himself.

His escape from Arkham had been abetted by a psychiatrist who worked there; Dr Harleen Quinn. The woman had gone crazy and become obsessed with him, it had been in all the papers. It took Batman the better part of a year to pin Joker down and have him locked away again. That had been more than five years ago now. That he could have escaped again was impossible. According to the press, he had no contact with female staff or doctors now, just to make damn sure he didn't groom another one.

Batman had gone quiet since Joker was incarcerated. The Joker had annihilated all his major rivals in the criminal underworld, which had left quite a vacuum of power went he went back to the nuthouse. Dante Moretti had been one of the men to fill that void, making money hand over fist from people who needed drugs, weapons, cash rinsed or various other illicit services. His casino was a front for money laundering. His nightclubs, unbeknown to Allegra, were well stocked with top class hookers and each boasted a basement level with bedrooms and dungeon/partyspace. His secluded mansion encompassed a whole estate that processed weapons, drugs, girls and much more. He was the biggest fish in Gotham's goldfish bowl right now.

Allegra knew little about her father's business. Her mother had always reprimanded her for asking about it, insisting that when her daddy was at home the last thing he wanted to discuss was business. She just assumed he was a legitimate businessman and nobody had disabused her of the notion. She had bodyguards because she was at risk of kidnap for ransom, not because her old man was the most ruthless gangster in Gotham, with far more enemies than friends.

... Secondmost ruthless.

It simply couldn't be him. No fucking way.

Good evening... Princess... Out for an evening of fun? Yes? Good. Me too."

His voice rasped, as though hoarse from disuse. Still Allegra hadn't pulled herself together enough to start running. His smile was yellow and his eyes were a piercing, lucid blue. This was not a raving lunatic, this was a fully functioning sociopath. He grabbed her arm and twisted it, squeezing her tanned flesh painfully hard. The blood red smile descended towards her ear. Allegra started shaking.

"Let's see... There are no fans, no autographs, so you aren't a star of any sort. You're a daddies girl, that is why there are so many guards, so your daddy is somebody... And the only person that is somebody in this town is a gangster... A mafia man... Oooh boy, they are sooo much fun to toy with, and especially the ones with pretty little girls. Mhmm, I bet you aren't even legal to touch one of those drinks, but... That wouldn't matter for a pretty little girl like you, would it? Not in daddies club."

The drinking age was 21, sure but Dante considered it a stupid law. His daughter could legally, consent to sex, marry, drive and even join the armed forces. It was absurd to him that she couldn't drink. How was she ever to learn moderation while alcohol remained seductively illegal?

Allegra glanced at the club, praying for help to come. The psycho clown read her mind however and threw her into the limo. The driver caved instantly. Her attacker shrugged off his hoodie to reveal a purple suit with a green waistcoat and tie. If this wasn't the Joker, it was a definitely a huge fan of his work. Allegra was still shaking her head in denial, refusing to believe that Gotham's most wanted was at liberty again. He smoothed his knife over his lank, greenish hair, leaving red streaks in it. Then the blade came to rest against her own skin. It was then that she started cry, mostly silently. Black kohl ran down her face.

"I want a kiss, and then, you're going to blow me. Right here in this car. If you don't do either, daddies little girl is going to be floating on the bottom of the river in under twenty minutes... So..."

He pushed the blade against her lips, making them part. The cold steel came to rest against her tongue, flavoured with blood. She was shaking and sobbing so much that it was a miracle Allegra didn't cut herself while he held it there.

"You better get moving."

His face was close now and she could smell his heavy make-up. Allegra pulled away from the knife and he let her. The kiss was wet and salted with tears, her lips shaking against his blood red smile as she sobbed into his mouth. The Joker didn't kill her so she took that to mean her attempt was adequate. She slipped to her knees on the plush limo floor, crying harder and louder as she reluctantly freed his cock. She had sucked cock before but her nose was blocked and she was blinded by tears. Allegra settled quickly into a steady rhythm, wanting to get her ordeal over with but also terrified of grazing him with her teeth.

"What are you doing cunt, didn't any of daddies little helpers ever teach you how to suck a cock?"

The Joker laughed, and reached two hands up to go ahead and push down the little princess down on his cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Strangely enough it was not colored, but it was quite hard to see for Allegra since she was smashed against all of it. He didn't quite realize how far he had pushed, or perhaps he had, until she began to squirm and gag upon his cock. Perhaps she was running out of air? It did not matter much to him; she was doing what he ordered and so he needed to plan out his next movement. Pulling back on her hair, he let her go back to the gentle suckling as he gave the roof a few thumps from his powerful fist. As the black divider rolled down, he smiled, "Hello bub!."

Glancing down between his legs, following the drivers gaze, he smirked.

"Change of plans. Since my princess-girl is playing nice, we won't be going to bridge. Instead. Let's head south towards the shipping dock. Warehouse twenty-five, c, as in cunt. It's time to break the word of God, and wash away this sinful world with water once again... Time to bring on the flood. Shit. Teeth, gah, bitch!"

A small bump in the road had managed to send one of the princess's teeth into The Joker's thickening, but not yet hard skin. Using a single hand to rip her off of him, and then punch her straight on with the other. There was a pop as her nose broke and then a thud as she landed on the floor of the limousine. Blood almost immediately spurted out. He laughed, the Joker's laugh. A sort of giggling smirk as he looked over his cock carefully, and when he didn't find any damage he looked back up. Without blinking the driver asked over his shoulder, "Sir, do you still want the warehouse?"

That made him laugh even more, but he shook his head, "Heheee, yessss, yes, yes. No need to diverge my plans because of a little-bump."

Once the black divider was back up The Joker laid his eyes on Allegra again, but it was quite clear that he was no longer seeing her. Instead his mind wandered along the plan... The plan was always changing direction, and skewing angles, not to mention speeding up and slowing down as it spiraled around in circles. His eyes danced and swirled as he thought about the fire, the water, the chaos that would soon be taking this city by storm. Just like last time... Ah, the last time. Now it was not the future he was thinking of, but the past. This was when finally The Joker snapped from his thoughts, "You look like his bitch, do you know that? It's the only reason you are not dead... Yet.. I always wanted to fuck her, but instead... I just blew her up. Of course... That was fun too, and I was busy... Much more concerned with him... Fucking batfuck!"

He kicked her with the heel of his... Boots, before sliding from his seat onto his knees; pinning both of her arms with his knees and grinning as he heard crunching. Then screaming. Leaning over he brushed her hair behind her ears.

"Cry... Cry little baby... Daddy's gonna by you a Mocking Bird... If that mockingbird don't sing, daddy ain't gonna buy you a diamond ring. He won't have any money! But don't worry... you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town! Covered in The Jokersssssssssssss CUM!"

With that he lowered his cock into her mouth once again. Thrusting deep into Allegra's throat until it bulged in her small, youthful throat. He growled in enjoyment as she coughed and shuddered; spraying blood all over his dark clothing. Dark, because of the blood of many different people. Girls like Allegra, men like the mayor, the commissioner, the President, and even... A smidgen... Of the Batman. Sliding deeper into her throat, intent on depositing his load into her lungs as the driver takes them both deeper into the bowels of Gotham where Allegra's father had set up his little kingdom. That is where The Joker would start, with the bowels, and with his precious little princess. Even right now. He was planning on depositing his semen in the bowels of this little one. Rearing up, he slammed down again, and this time he felt it all begin to... Happen!

"What are you doing cunt, didn't any of daddies little helpers ever teach you how to suck a cock?"

One of daddy's helpers had done exactly that. Most of her small crew of guys were married men in their thirties and forties but Vince had been in his twenties and single. Allegra had never found out why he had been selected as suitable to ensure her safety. Boys quickly got scared off by her bodyguards and Allegra could only really meet them in public places, so they knew there was almost no chance of bedding her.

One night she had bitched to Vince about how unfair all this was and he had kissed her, asking her why she wanted to hang out with little schoolboys anyway. Vince was tall, lean and muscular with deep Italian colouring. Allegra had become infatuated with him, not least because it felt good to defy her father. Vince patiently worked her through various bases over the following weeks until she was kneeling in the footwell of the limo's driver's seat, sucking his thick uncut erection. he had showered her with praise and guided her gently, stroking her glossy hair and politely pulling out before he came, jerking into a kleenex. Allegra had wanted to let him go down on her but she knew it was a bad idea. When she masturbated over Vince she knew that if he had been there with her she would have lost control and let him do whatever he liked. Much as she liked him, she had no desire to get a disease or worse, pregnant.

The Joker yanked her onto his huge cock, cramming it into her mouth and making her retch. It had to be over eight inches and the girth on it was eyewatering. For a lean looking guy he possessed incredible strength too, holding her head down and ramming himself into her tiny throat. Allegra was faint as he pulled out and only when she had coughed up phlegm, heaved in air and he thrust himself back in more shallowly did she pull herself together and regain consciousness. She resumed sucking him, flinching hard when he hit the car's roof.

Change of plans. Since my princess-girl is playing nice, we won't be going to bridge. Instead. Let's head south towards the shipping dock. Warehouse twenty-five, c, as in cunt. It's time to break the word of God, and wash away this sinful world with water once again... Time to bring on the flood. Shit. Teeth, gah, bitch!"

Allegra screamed. Her nose popped and spurted, blossoming with more pain than she'd ever experienced in the whole of her pampered little life. It sent her reeling till she hit the floor, glaring up through tear blurred eyes as he laughed at her.

"You look like his bitch, do you know that? It's the only reason you are not dead... Yet.. I always wanted to fuck her, but instead... I just blew her up. Of course... That was fun too, and I was busy... Much more concerned with him... Fucking batfuck!"

She was far too petrified to follow this or realise what it might mean. He kicked her viciously and would have doubled her up if he hadn't chosen that moment to mount her. Joker's knees landed hard on her wrists and the pain in her bleeding nose suddenly became irrelevant. Allegra screamed and writhed, abruptly closing her mouth as his cock descended towards it once again. A swift punch to her cheekbone, comparatively light but equally effective, convinced Allegra to open wide.

"Cry... Cry little baby... Daddy's gonna by you a Mocking Bird... If that mockingbird don't sing, daddy ain't gonna buy you a diamond ring. He won't have any money! But don't worry... you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town! Covered in The Jokersssssssssssss CUM!"

He slammed down into her mouth, raping it with a feral frenzy, fucking it as though it was a pussy, the pussy of a woman he hated. Allegra bucked and shook from O2 deprivation, her movements weakening pitifully as Joker's went ever harder and faster. When he came into her mouth she was barely aware of it, three parts drowned in blood, bile and spit.

With his cock bloody and dirty The Joker gave an offended sniff before removing himself from Allegra's bloody face and using her silken hair to wipe it mostly clean, but then aiding the air with a piece of her shirt that he ripped with ease. After readjusting his fly he leaned back into the leather bench of the limousine and sighed, his mind instantly leaving the little piece of bloody flesh in front of him that had provided a moments pleasure and went on to bigger and more permanent things. So when Allegra began to move, and clean herself up his eyes did not once even focus upon her tiny, shaking form, instead they watched the streets with unblinking determination. Though as they neared the port city and warehouse district they began to dart around, and he licked his lips, as a gleam entered his eyes that not even the most rabid animal would dare approach. Violence would soon be happening, and the chaos that came with it was something he looked forward to so greatly it was like a drug that already was pulsing through his veins.

All of a sudden he grabbed Allegra by the front of her bra and pulled her straight up with him as the sun roof rolled backwards. Together they stood and watched as the wind swept through his crazy green hair and her bloody red locks.

"This is your daddies little empire, princess! And today... It's all coming tumbling down..."

The Joker breathed deeply. The smell of salt, diesel exhaust, and dead fish infusing him to the point of laughter. His hand slipped around her hips, and pulled her close.

"All of the vile, evil, nasty things your daddy had to do to build it... All of it will be washed away by the purely disgusting river that runs through our beautiful city! My! My!!! My beautiful city, do not let your young brain think it is anyone else's. It is mine and mine alone. Here. I am God, and soon you will be praying to me... Praying so very hard... Ah... The memories this place brings back! I've done this once before you know? Destroying all of the Batman's enemies with one little flick of a match, just so that I would be the only one he needed to concern himself with. It worked too, or nearly did, if it hadn't been for that fucking pansy... Two-face... What a two-faced motherfu- oh look! We've got a greeting party!"

The limo had pulled around a sharp corner slowly, and there were two rather stunned looking guards with automatic rifles staring at them. The Joker leaned over to kiss Allegra at that moment; her hands slipped inside of his jacket coat pocket and two fingers slipped into rings. His eyes widened, "As if it were meant to be!"

In a blur of movement his hand slipped inside the jacket with hers and removed the two grenades that she had activated. He hurled one between the guards, and the other towards a large, but flimsy metallic door. Immediately he ducked inside of the vehicle, pushing Allegra down with him, and closed the sunroof. The dual explosions rained sharp metal and concrete against the heavily armored limousine. Producing a few scratches, but nothing more. The Joker laughed, cackled, and breathlessly ordered the driver to pull inside of the smoking warehouse door, which he did cautiously.

"Hey bub, pop the trunk will ya?"

Click. The Joker moved with sudden, but incredibly smooth movements outside and to the back of the vehicle where he found something that made him laugh, and cry.

"Oh it's so beautiful, my baby, how I have missssssed you!" There were wet smooching sounds, as he walked back around to the side of the vehicle, and tossed a leather pouch into the drivers lap. It was full of cash; then he reached inside of the limo and pulled Allegra out by her hair onto the ground. Standing over her was The Joker, with a Tommy Gun and hundred round drum clip. He looked like the 1950's gangster. Especially with the top hat he had apparently also found in the trunk, and placed upon his crazy green hair.

"Get up cunt, daddies boys aren't going to shoot you, but they might try and shoot dear old Joker, and we wouldn't want that. Would we? You still need a good fucking before your short life is over. And yes, that makes sense. If I die, you will die too, do you remember those little rings on your finger? Mhmm, there's more. Many more where they came from. Now, on your feeeeeeeeeet," Once again using her blood caked hair; The Joker pulled Allegra to her feet. He placed the muzzle of the rifle on her shoulder and his free hand upon the other before walking her forwards toward the office doors of the large warehouse. Out of which suddenly came five of her daddies brutes. The Joker stopped, and waited for each one of them to point their weapons at him, or well, as it was, at Allegra.

"I triple dog dare you motherfuckers. Stick a needle in my eye, cross my heart hope to die, if one of you bitches has the cajones to the girl I'll turn around and leave this rusty warehouse alone... But hurry up... You have... No... Time."

All of the men wavered. None knew what to do.

"Big mistake."

The rat-tat-tatta of The Joker's gun exploded in Allegra's ear. Two short bursts and all of the men had chunks of their fatty flesh explode. They fire their guns too, but only in the air, or into the ground as the fell or flew to their deaths. When The Joker finished he hurled the little girl in front of him into the office and glanced around, but apparently he did not see what he wanted. A cursory glance around the warehouse did latch him onto his next object, and despite the blood that was now seeping out of Allegra's ear he dragged her with him. Up a flight of metallic graded stairs that clanged with every step, several flights actually, until they were up in the catwalks far above the mostly full warehouse. Together they walked to the far end. Huge bay windows gave them a few of Gotham's skyline as it rose before them, and if they looked down they could see the canal where small cargo ships were tied up against the warf. Small, fast, drug running ships. The Joker smiled and entered the office that was up here, way above all the dirty work, where the manager would be. He had left, to go report what was happening, after he'd peed his pants.

"Time to flood your daddies dirty little secrets..." The Joker muttered to himself as he quickly glanced over the switchboard, and immediately learned how to work it. Flipping switches, and sliding sliders, along with twisting a few knobs later, he was done and exited the office. His eyes alighted upon the little ships below, and he noticed the small exterior crane anchored upon the side of the wall, just outside the large bay window.

"Did you think daddy was a saint, little princess? Well let me show you... Give you a taste... Of his powerful prayer medicine. Hehehee," The Joker quickly plucked a small box off of the unmanned boat, that strangely was rising higher and higher along the dockside, and brought it up to the window. The Joker took the box, and shot off the lock. The white powder inside made a cloud around the two of them as he hacked open the plastic bag it was contained in, and grabbed a fistful. With a giggle, he suddenly thrust the hand into Allegra's face and gave her a nose full of the stuff. "Delicious, ain't it you little crack whore? Oh, my my my... Look at the-"

Suddenly an enormous explosion ripped through the air. A warehouse that was ten rows down from them suddenly exploded, and then the ninth, and eighth. By this time the canal was suddenly flooding the entire dock and warehouse districts.

"-Time, we should be going shortly... But first... There is a little something your fathers customers would do, taking a taste? Just to make sure the product was acceptable..."

With speed, and ease, The Joker flipped up Allegra's skirt and prodded her panties to the side. In second his erect dick was pressed deeply into her pussy. Then removed, covered in blood, and pressed into her asshole. Grasping at her hair, he pulled her back up so that her bloodied ear was near his mouth. He made a surprised face, having forgot she was nearly deaf there now, and twisted his head dramatically to the other side, "Yea... Pretty fucking tight... I consider this a good, good product." Pushing her into the large bay windows he began to fuck her nice and slow. Alternating every few thrusts between her bloody pussy, and clenching asshole. Her face was pressed against the glass, outlined in orange as warehouses exploded and burned in crimson flame. The Joker watched. His eyes glinting as he stared at the skyline of the city.

His city.

Allegra retched and shook on the soft limo floor, her limbs twitching spasmodically as the oxygen deprivation and utter terror that had obliterated her capacity to think gradually receded. Hard on the heels of total shock came terrible pain... the most terrible pain young Allegra had experienced thus far anyway. Her throat was agony, compounded by each shuddering breath she drew, hauling cold air through ravaged flesh. Her ribs ached from his vicious kick, adding a different layer of pain to her every breath. She wiped her bloody, cum encrusted face onto the front of her shirt, unglueing her eyes. Allegra risked glancing upwards at the Joker as he reclined in the soft pink leather seat but he was looking out of the window. He seemed sated but at the same time, Joker had lost none of his latent energy. He was still wired, fidgeting slightly like an impatient commuter. Allegra's heart sank. This wasn't over, he was just getting started.

Without warning of any description he lunged at her. Allegra screamed as Joker grabbed her bra and yanked her onto legs that weren't ready to bear her weight. He held her against him and she realised they were almost at the docks. The cold night air was like a fresh punch to her broken nose and her eyes watered as her knees shook.

This is your daddies little empire, princess! And today... It's all coming tumbling down..."

Why was this about her father? What interest did the Joker have in whether his business prospered or not? Allegra was smart enough to know that she was at best a valuable hostage and at worst a passing, expendable amusement. She was quite sure she'd rather be shot dead than raped by the sick psycho captor who was shaking his head like a wet dog.

Had she been more cognizant, Allegra would have been aware that her broken nose afforded her the small mercy of not being able to smell the acrid stench of the dockside. Wasn't much of a mercy given her predicament. Joker pulled her closer still, his revolting cock slowly swelling as it sat atop her hotpant clad asscheeks.

"All of the vile, evil, nasty things your daddy had to do to build it... All of it will be washed away by the purely disgusting river that runs through our beautiful city! My! My!!! My beautiful city, do not let your young brain think it is anyone else's. It is mine and mine alone. Here. I am God, and soon you will be praying to me... Praying so very hard... "

"By daddy id nod bile or ebil!"

Her broken nose hampered her somewhat but Allegra was understandable as she shouted above the wind defensively. Joker's reference to being God made her wonder whether he'd acquired some new delusions during his last stretch in Arkham. Maybe he thought casinos and nightclubs were evil now? Who the fuck knew?

Ah... The memories this place brings back! I've done this once before you know? Destroying all of the Batman's enemies with one little flick of a match, just so that I would be the only one he needed to concern himself with. It worked too, or nearly did, if it hadn't been for that fucking pansy... Two-face... What a two-faced motherfu- oh look! We've got a greeting party!"

It began to dawn on Allegra that Joker had something planned for Dante Moretti's empire that was probably explosive. Did he intend to kill her too, just as a final twist of the knife? She realised that Joker was talking as though they were going to spend a lot of time together. Allegra's stomach writhed at such a repellent notion. Before she could give any more thought to that though, he kissed her, mashing his nose into her broken one and making her start in pain and surprise.

The car lurched and she grabbed Joker on reflex but he was slimmer than she had thought and her hands slipped along the underside of his ribcage and found a couple of pockets sewn into the lining of his jacket. Gripping convulsively, her fingers closed on what felt like a couple of rings. Joker's eyes widened and he broke the kiss.

"As if it were meant to be!"

Joker ripped the objects from her hands and flung them. Allegra was on the floor of the limo by the time she realised they were grenades. Hand grenades that she had held in her fucking hands! She screamed as the explosions rocked the limo.

The car stopped and Joker got out. Allegra was way too shocked to pull herself together enough to run. One thing that did penetrate her blind terror was the knowledge that those grenade explosions would have made someone call the cops. It might even summon him, the elusive Batman. He must know Joker had escaped the asylum.

The limo door opened and Joker dragged her out into the warehouse by her hair. Allegra landed on her knees, her legs still refusing to carry her. She looked up to see him standing over her with a huge, old fashioned Tommy Gun. Oddly, she found that less shocking than the bizarre tophat he had crammed onto his greasy green locks. He was the picture of batshit insanity. For the first time since she had left her exclusive Catholic girls' school, Allegra silently began to pray.

"Get up cunt, daddies boys aren't going to shoot you, but they might try and shoot dear old Joker, and we wouldn't want that. Would we? You still need a good fucking before your short life is over. And yes, that makes sense. If I die, you will die too, do you remember those little rings on your finger? Mhmm, there's more. Many more where they came from.

Allegra followed his line of sight. There was a grenade key on her heart finger, a sick parody of a wedding band. Before she could pull it off and throw it to the floor, Joker was yanking her to her feet by the hair. The gun muzzle nudged her shoulder and for no reason that she could understand, Allegra's legs suddenly regained their strength and her shaking subsided somewhat. Her heart hammered in her ribcage as Dante's employees came rushing out, only to stop dead when they saw her. Sure, they were all well built men but then shipping was heavy work. Then they pulled out guns. Allegra's faith in her father finally began to falter. Regular dock workers did not pack semi automatic weapons. She stared at them beseechingly as the Joker laughed.

I triple dog dare you motherfuckers. Stick a needle in my eye, cross my heart hope to die, if one of you bitches has the cajones to the girl I'll turn around and leave this rusty warehouse alone... But hurry up... You have... No... Time."

Allegra looked from one man to the next. The third guy she saw was the only one not regarding her with pity. His eyes were expressionless and his jaw suddenly set. She saw the tension building in his arm as he decided to kill her and save himself. She whimpered and closed her eyes.

"Big mistake."

Allegra bucked and screamed as Joker's voice boomed in her ear in lieu of a gunshot. Then his own gun fired and the sound of it took her breath away, right before her ear closed for business, uninterested in whatever the fuck was going on right now. Fresh pain burst there and she could feel warm blood run down her neck but this time, Allegra was beyond caring. Her knees were shaking violently when Joker was done. She cracked one eye open and nearly vomited at the bloodbath. The image of the gutted security guy came back to her. There had been so much bloodshed in such a short time.

He pushed her into the office but quickly changed his mind and took her up some steel steps, almost to the warehouse's roofspace. They passed a huge bay window and entered a more spacious and luxurious office.

"Time to flood your daddies dirty little secrets..."

Allegra didn't even know whether he was addressing her that time, so she kept quiet as Joker fiddled with a complicated switchboard. For a moment or two he seemed to completely forget her, but there was no way Allegra was going to outpace him down the narrow staircases, with or without her towering heels. Plus he had made her doubt her father now. She wanted to know what secrets he was alluding to.

After a few minutes he left the room, putting himself squarely between her and any escape route. She followed him for want of any better idea.

"Did you think daddy was a saint, little princess? Well let me show you... Give you a taste... Of his powerful prayer medicine. Hehehee,"

Joker brought a box up towards them on a crane, a box bearing the Marca Moretti [brand Moretti] logo. She flinched again as he shot off the lock, wondering how many bullets Joker had and if he knew what that number was. The box contained bags of white powder. Allegra's heart sank.

He shoved a handful into her broken nose, a gesture that was eloquent, if ineffectual. She tasted the bitterness of it in her mouth as high grade cocaine clouded the air.

"Delicious, ain't it you little crack whore? Oh, my my my... Look at the-"

The explosion knocked Allegra from her heels, not that it would have taken much. Once again her knees hit the floor hard. Even before she looked up to encounter Joker's triumphant smirk, she knew he was behind whatever was happening. His words about a flood came back to her.

"-Time, we should be going shortly... But first... There is a little something your fathers customers would do, taking a taste? Just to make sure the product was acceptable..."

Soon he had her on her feet again and Allegra's five inch heels allowed Joker to position himself behind her and shove her panties aside, lining his cock up with her pussy despite their difference in height. She cried out as her nose mashed against the glass painfully and his hard meat punched through her hymen as though is wasn't there. Joker pulled out and then crammed his bloody cock into her tiny asshole, thrusting with feral strength past her tight sphincter and getting his whole length into her. He yanked her head up and only then did Allegra see the flood through the window. Joker's lips found the ear she could still hear through.

"Yea... Pretty fucking tight... I consider this a good, good product."

Allegra swiftly found that the only way to minimise the pain was not to fight him or let her body tense, trying to push him out. She watched the flood waters rise and tried to distance herself from what he was doing to her, letting her body yield.

She cried. But they were not tears for herself, for the humiliation of having her virginity ripped from her. She cried because she knew now that Joker was right, that her father was a big time gangster. All the luxury she lived in had been paid for with drug money. Now the veil had been lifted from her eyes, it was all too fucking obvious; the pneumatic girls who frequented his clubs, the basement level she was banned from seeing. No doubt the casino was a front too. Compared to that, being assraped by a mass murdering sociopath was pretty much incidental.

The dirty brown water rushed past her face, it smelled of shit and it made her smile, for like a minute- then she was sad again. Fuck that’s not what was supposed to happen; the hand in her hair dragged her out of the gutter while the man above her smiled menacingly. She stabbed him in the gut.

“Ha-ha! I fucked you, how does it feel to have me inside you now?” Harley Quinn pumped the knife in and out of the gut of the man above her. “Oooh take it all bitch. Wait, wait, wait, let’s soixante- neuf!” Harley put the knife at her groin laid over the man and licked at the front of his pants while she shoved the knife dramatically down his throat. “Mmm, honestly, the sound of you gagging makes me harder.” The big man finally stopped moving. “OOhh.. why you gotta ruin all my fun, sugar pants?” She giggled and wiped the blade across the top of her breast, the blood staining her white shirt, the knife slicing her shirt open cutting her skin, Harley didn’t even notice.

She tittered maniacally, got up and hopped over the heap of man-flesh. Shaking her hair like a wet dog, she skipped out of the alley. Her permanent grin didn’t match her insides, she wasn’t the same, she couldn’t get past her puddin’ in the big house.

Five long years of fucking guards and henchmen, but no one fucked her like her J. A depraved little cunt like her needed lots of attention. Harley stared at the sad fucks walking up the street and scratched at her belly, feeling the scars there. She laughed remembering how J an’ her played tic-tac-toe with razors across her belly, course she lost. The thought made her sad again; she slumped lower and scuffled her way up the street.

She was walking past the news stand, glancing over at the TV about the bombing and kidnapping of Allegra what-her-face. Harley paused- read the story again. No way could it be. Could it? Harley screeched loudly and jumped up on the news stand.

“See that! See that all you poor fuckers! J is back and he is going to free you from the tyranny of your pathetic lives! Testify!”

She pulled out her gun and pointed it at one of the men watching her.
“You! I’d like a present, since it’s our first anniversary, I’d like paper.”
He rushed to get her a paper from the box and quickly handed it to her; jumping down she leaned in and licked his cheek, “Thanks sweet cheeks.” She shoved him to the ground and danced off down the street, ignoring the trash on the grey street.

Five long years.

Harley stomped up the stairs to a little hideaway she had created for herself.

Five long years.

She had no idea how many men and women she had killed or maimed in her single minded pursuit of freeing her puddin’. Judges with their robes still on, fell in a red and black heap, you couldn’t even see the blood on their gowns. Doctors too, though those she had tried with a lighter touch, she could still sometimes taste their cum on her lips.

Five long years.

Miserable and alone, Harley had done the best by her man, trying to create havoc, but not really being taken seriously in a world of Dante’s creation. Even the bat fell by the wayside. Oh, she had been a thorn in Dante’s side bombing his shipments, but it had gotten so that they saw her coming. Closing up shop before she even got a shot off.

It was a miserable fucking five years.

Harley pulled her natty dirty blonde hair into pigtails, just like he liked them, fixed her face accenting the cuts he had made to her lips, and whistled to herself merrily without a thought in her little blonde head.. cept for maybe J's cock dancing around her brain.

Miserable.. but ending.

Her pretty pink bike glinted in the sunlight as she rode over to the warehouse district, it was a burning mess and parts of the city had been flooded, but Harley saw none of this, to her the whole stinking scene was flowers, butterflies, and happiness. She saw the only standing building and made her way over the rubble. Climbing slowly up the stairs she peeked over the top and gasped when she saw J fucking that whore Allegra Daddyisafuckface. She gasped softly and turned stunned and walked back down the stairs.

"Well how do you like that? He's free not ten minutes and his fuckstick is already wet in some other cunt."

Harley decided to wait, she would wait and hide and when the time was right, she'd take this new slutbag and permanently fill all her holes. Then watch J try to fuck her. Wouldn't that be a laugh?!

The tears flowing from Allegra were now expected. The Joker knew it hurt, and tears of pain were never something that he complained about, or even fretted about; let alone get tickled red because of. For now he only allowed an inkling of their meaning trickle through his monstrous brain, just the part that reminded him of what he was doing and how much the little piece of meat on the tip of his dick hated it. Tears were cute, but not terribly important at a time like this. As he moved in and out of various holes, his mind too, wandered off. The plan... He had a plan and it was constantly changing. Soon, if not already, Dante would have heard of it all. He would retreat to his fortress and assuredly be gathering the money, but there would be no way for him to raise that much money in such a short amount of time. The bridge would be watched and The Joker would be captured or killed at all costs. That was why The Joker would be nowhere near that fucking bridge. In fact he had not been planning on being near it this entire time, so he would need a toe. One of her toes... That could come later though, they would need to be leaving quite soon as the water below continued to rise.

"Nearly there darling girl, shh shhhh shh, it'll be over in a moment. Well, a few, I'm somewhat of a fire hose, if you hadn't noticed. Hehehehaheee!"

With that laugh he set off; filling her asshole full of cum. He wasn't joking about the hose either, it filled her easily and was soon oozing around the torn and bleeding sphincter that had failed at keeping the intruder from within her bowels. Pulling out, The Joker giggled hysterically at the sucking sound her tiny, wet, asshole made as he removed his tool.

"Reminds me of a raspberry kiss, yeuch!!!!!" Another laugh followed as The Joker wiped his cock off on what was left of Allegra's clothes. Then he tugged on her hair and forced her to follow him, stumbling as she was, towards the opposite side of the warehouse, where another set of bay windows looked out upon Gotham river. As they neared the window The Joker broke the glass with a burst of his Tommy Gun. The disgusting smell of the river mixed with garbage washed over them, and he stopped at the large, crooked hole. "Out ya go missy," He stated shortly, before heaving Allegra through the window with one arm, and then following her with a cackling laugh that drowned only as his head submerged in the brown, sludgy river. Just as he bubbled back to the surface sirens could be heard, just barely over the explosions, on the opposite side of the warehouse. He grabbed Allegra's wet hair, and dragged her to the nearest boat, hoisted her onto the deck, and then flopped over beside her.

"Pretty stinky... Ain'tcha? Phew, me too!" He said, before kissing her lips, "Don'tcha worry babe. We're gettin the piss outa this dump... Soon as I figu- oh right! The key... Fuck the key, we don't need a roof! Let the motherfucker burn!" An explosion ripped over head as the warehouse they had just been fucking inside of, exploded in an orange ball of flame, and likewise at the same time the engine of the boat roared to life and off they shot. Churning the brown water to white behind them. "Okay princess... Let's head home. Daddy needs a shower..."

He trailed off and looked ahead, fixing his eyes on the horizon; green hair having rapidly dried and now flowing behind him in long lines. A smile, a real smile gracing his face as he happily steered the boat through the bowels of Gotham Cities waterfront.

-

Once The Joker had navigated them through the winding waterways of Gotham City, and to a waiting car complete with two henchmen and driver. They had made their way back to Dante's club, which was not quite his headquarters, but it was the very last place the gangster would be looking for either of them. The five of them (The Joker, Allegra, two henchmen, and one driver) slipped into the club through a rear exit. Unnoticed by the thin security as most of Dante's men were in the Northern part of the city scouring the waterfront and bridge front for any sign of his daughter.

Allegra was still sniveling, and it was starting to get under The Joker's thick skin. But that was because he didn't understand why she was crying. He understood the moment he entered the Manager's office and she started her crying all fresh and with renewed energy upon seeing a picture of her papa. A light bulb went off in his subconsciousness that was probably more powerful then his conscious brain. He understood that she wasn't crying about her ruined fuck holes, but the loss of a father she thought she knew. This knowledge did not touch The Joker, but rather quickly became accumulated into his plan with smoothness that only he could pull off. It was rather... Scary.

"There there babygirl... Don't worry... Daddy is here."

The Joker had pulled Allegra into the manager's shower with him, and stripped off both their clothes. Now he was holding her against a frame that showed some sign of age; a few wrinkles, and leathery thick skin with many callouses. It also revealed the wiry, tough strength that had always seemed to be unbreakable hard during his many long fights with the fist crushing Batman. Not a tattoo or piece of hair could be found on his body, not a single identifying mark, save for the many, many scars that covered his body in an almost artistic fashion.

As he had figured without actually thinking about it; the combination of his firm body, protective hug, the warm water, and his unmistakably handsome scent had given Allegra a very good reason to hug him back. She'd regret it, or reverse her decision later once she had woken up again for the first time and her mind had reset itself, but The Joker was a master of the mind and without processing a think he had known all of this intimately.

"We'll get you all rested and pretty very soon baby girl, but right now I've got some bad news. It's that fucking idiot Dante... You see, he doesn't believe that I've got the cajones. The balls. Can you believe the man? I've obviously got balls, but he thinks I don't have them." All the time he spoke The Joker was petting Allegra's head gently, and running his fingers through her hair lathered with shampoo. "He wants proof. That I've got you. That I've got the balls to do what is necessary to put this town back on the map, and bring out the Bat once again. Calling all lunatics! He's back. I'm back. It's his fault. Dante's fault. He wants your toe."

Click.

The metallic sound echoed in the bathroom. Both of them looked down to see Allegra's neatly done, cute little toe, rolling along the tile floor surrounded by watered down blood. The Joker quickly darted down, and picked it up. He held it up in between them, and smiled happily at Allegra. His hands wrapped warmly around her body and pulled it into his once again. Whispering into her ear as he gently pressed a washcloth firmly on the wound.

"Don't worry sweety pie. Dante will pay for such a brutal thing... Daddy will make it right... Daddy will make it feel better. It's okay to scream... Shh shh... Here, look, look baby; daddy has a present."

The Joker held up a clear syringe full of narcotics, and swiftly pushed the needle into her arm.

"It'll all be okay sweety... Just perfect... Shhh sh..."

-

Once asleep The Joker had Allegra bandaged by the henchmen and moved down into the special dungeon her father had installed in this expensive club. She was spread eagle and chained to the bed by both her ankles and wrists, an IV was set in her left wrist, and more narcotics were fed on a drip into her blood stream. Daddy was going to take care of his little princess, princess indeed, for she was dressed in frilly pink and a tiara was set upon her head after her hair was brushed clean.

The Joker fell asleep with his head resting on her flat tummy; snoring loudly, with bits of drool oozing out onto her skin.

"The Batman... Find... Want me to... She'd call me puddin... Daddy... Dante will find out tomorrow... Down... Chaos... Wonder when we'll zzzzzzz.... They'd love this... Oh, what, wait, I'm up! Hehehe... Kiddin' jus kiddin.... All it takes... Why so serious?"

The Joker woke with a yawn, and stretched that ended with him arched back on top of Allegra's belly as she squirmed drowsily. He quickly snapped to his feet. Entirely awake.

"Right. Let's get down to business," Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cell phone and hit the speed dial. "Hello Dante. Can you see me?" He waved at the camera that was now set up, staring at the bed, "Did you get my gift? Yes, good. Allegra... Say hello to Dante!" He held the phone up to her ear, and 'walked' his index and middle finger along her belly as he waited for her to say something. Not really caring if she did, or didn't.

He came hard in her ass and it stung like hell. Allegra cried and squirmed to no avail as Joker held himself deep inside her until he was done. When he pulled out her torn asshole gaped so much that she could feel cool air on it and the sound it made as he exited her body caused her to blush furiously despite everything else he had done to her. Joker then smashed a window and pitched her through it. For a blissful moment Allegra had thought he was tossing her out to drown in the river but he landed in the foetid water beside her, gripping her arm and dragging her with him to a boat. She thought she was beyond caring what happened to her, until the warehouse blew and she found that she still had some core survival reflexes, cowering in the bottom of the boat as bits of debris rained down on them both.

Joker took her back to her father's club and it was deserted. She started crying again at the evidence of his sordid business dealings all over the place. Joker got the shower started and then pulled her in with him. Allegra was so nauseated by the revolting river water clinging to her that she didn't protest. Joker was gentle, embracing and petting her like she was a wild thing that could fly away.

"There there babygirl... Don't worry... Daddy is here."

Just the word 'daddy' had her crying harder. Allegra simply lacked the strength to risk correcting Joker. And his arms were around her, gentle but strong. Her daddy had been that strength for her but now... now it was all ruined. And whatever else Joker had done, that part wasn't his fault. She would have got wise to her father's shady activities in her own time.

It was utterly bizarre, to be sharing a shower with the fucking Joker. To see his body and the scars on it... was intimate. He even washed the faded and flaking greasepaint from his face and cleansed his hair, though it remained green. She saw the scars on his face, traced them with her fingers. When he embraced and stroked her, she didn't feel like her personal space was being invaded by a psycho sadistic rapist. What she felt was that he was sharing part of himself with her, something that nobody else saw. Wasn't he supposed to have a girlfriend, some psychiatrist he'd turned insane? Perhaps she was in Arkham? Perhaps he had dumped her?

Not that Allegra cared of course.

Joker did nothing intimate or sexual, nothing to suggest that he'd just raped her. He washed her perfunctorily, as a parent would wash a child. His cock remained flaccid and unthreatening, so much so that Allegra even ceased keeping it in her peripheral vision. He hugged and stroked her platonically. After being terrified of him for such a while it was a colossal relief to Allegra for him to be gentle like this and she wasn't suicidal enough to rock the boat she was sitting in. He spoke to her in a low tone, concern dripping from every syllable. She was too exhausted and deep in a state of shock to wonder why.

"We'll get you all rested and pretty very soon baby girl, but right now I've got some bad news. It's that fucking idiot Dante... You see, he doesn't believe that I've got the cajones. The balls. Can you believe the man? I've obviously got balls, but he thinks I don't have them. He wants proof. That I've got you. That I've got the balls to do what is necessary to put this town back on the map, and bring out the Bat once again. Calling all lunatics! He's back. I'm back. It's his fault. Dante's fault. He wants your toe."

Click.

Allegra screamed. The pain was severe and so unexpected. She lifted her injured foot and then quickly failed to balance on the other one. Joker caught her and she had to let him, though her small fists pummelled his chest and tried to push him away.

"Don't worry sweety pie. Dante will pay for such a brutal thing... Daddy will make it right... Daddy will make it feel better. It's okay to scream... Shh shh... Here, look, look baby; daddy has a present."

She looked down and saw the syringe, loaded with fuck alone knew what. Allegra screamed again, her voice breaking this time.

"No! Leave me alone! You're not my fucking-aah!" The needle stabbed into her upper arm, depositing its contents into her musclemass for slow and gradual release.

"It'll all be okay sweety... Just perfect... Shhh sh..."

"Bastard!"

She slurred the word, shocked at her inability to pronounce it. Allegra slipped to her knees and stared up at Joker blearily, shocked and newly betrayed.

"You're all... b-bastards." She gestured expansively, then gave him the finger before she collapsed on the tiled floor.


When she regained consciousness, Allegra found that she was tied down with an IV dripping into her arm. She found it hard to care much about it however. She wore a cute little dress with boots and a pink tiara. This was better than being naked however, so Allegra found it hard to get concerned about it. Joker was dancing around her bed at a pace that she found hard to follow with her eyes. He cackled into a cellphone and waved at a mounted security camera. Suddenly he was at her side, thrusting something at her.

"Allegra... Say hello to Dante!"

"Dante?" It took a moment before she realised who he was talking about. Hard on the heels of that moment was the one in which she remembered what she had learned about her father since her abduction. Joker tickled her belly with his fingers and she giggled, then turned her attention to the cellphone almost reluctantly. "You're not my daddy Dante. I hate you." Her voice took on a sing-song quality, like one kid taunting another one. "I know what you did... all the shit you've done. Now I'm missing a toe... and my fucking hymen!" Allegra's eyes filled and tears splashed down her face. "Everything hurts... you don't know what daddy did to me." Her brows knitted in an exaggerated frown, she hadn't intended to refer to her kidnapper as 'daddy.' Why had she done that?

"That's a bing-O!" The Joker exclaimed happily after hanging up the phone, after having taken it back from his new little princess and talked a few more minutes with the now soft spoke, humble, close-to-tears man that had been called 'Dante' by the same little princess who now called The Joker her daddy. Who not days before had been daddy, and The Joker was just an old nightmare that he would tell his daughter to keep her from trying to sneak out of her room in the wee hours of the night. There was a huge freaking smile on The Joker's face as he turned back to gaze upon his lovely, captured, defiled little princess. A glitter in his eyes, told everyone that he really was excited, and he wasn't faking anything. Gleefully he bounded onto the bed, straddling her firm stomach and chest, reaching down to squeeze her tiny tits in his rather long arms. He leaned over until his nose was rubbing hers in an Eskimo kiss.

"Guess what baby-girl! Dante wants you baaack! He finally believed me... The toe helped... Aww, there there, don't cry. Daddy isn't going to send you back to that fat bastard, not right now anyways! I know how fond you have grown of your new daddy, and how much you like his cock, his smile, and his wonderful personality... I'm just super-daddy I spose... But still, that doesn't change the fact that your Dante, not daddy, Dante, is going to pay us big-big-big-big bucks to get you back! Of course, we're not taking any of it for us... I'm just going to give it Gotham's most needy, in return for their services, certainly now that I'm here and so... Explosive, the Batman will return, and I'll have to deal with him... Anyways,"

His head jerked back down to Allegra, after having wandered away up into the ceiling as he meandered into his own level seven intelligence.

"It's time to celebrate! Are you feeling better? Hmmm? Yes! Good-good."

Leaning over he kissed her. Right on the cheek, and then on the opposite cheek, and then on the lips. Her slender little lips, wet and horny as they were, and he nibbled on her lower lip, pulling it slowly away from her teeth before letting it snap out of his grasp. Next, The Joker reached between her stretched, slender legs, and slipped underneath her skirt. The inflamed, engorged, and rather wet pussy reacted quickly to his touch thanks to the wonderful cocktail that was currently flooding his little princesses body and brains with ecstatic feelings of pleasure and relief from the pain where her throbbing little toe should have been.

"Oh my poor-poor little girl. Are you feeling better since your booboo is all fixied up? Yes? Good-good. Do you want daddy to have a little alone time with you right now? A little... Quality, loving, caring, tender, loving, caring, lov-... Oh what the hell, do you want daddy to fuck his little girl good and make everything feel like fireworks?"

At the end of the sentence The Joker's voice rose and octave, and his finger plunged into her tiny cunt. Finding out quickly that he had not done any real damage in the past hours. In fact she felt quite well put together; he had done this plenty of times and aside from a few scrapes she was A-ok from his past experience. In fact she was even better then ok, since she was a horny little girl too.

Leaning over to kiss a stray tear from earlier, The Joker kissed just underneath her jaw and licked the trail of salty water up to her eyelid. Then he whispered into her ear, "Don't you cry baby... Daddy is never gonna lie to you. He's always gonna make you feel... Gooooood."

Harley watched the two of them jump into the river, standing there dumbly for a moment until she was blown off her feet and into the mucky brown water, momentarily stunned, the blonde sinks until her ears pop and her chest burns and the Joker's former bitch breaks the surface with a sputter.

Vomiting in the water, Harley stroked through the water and crawled up on the burning pier. She laid there, exhausting and coughing, while forming a plan in her head.

"Oh J... You always gotta be so predictable." Laughing to herself, Harley picked her bedraggled form off the wood and slogged off to shower.


It was easy from there. Or at least that's what Harley thought as she stood over the broken and bleeding form of her totally unconscious puddin. She laughed at the shivering twit under him.

It had started the day before.

Harley had cleaned off her body, while singing the shower, it was a habit of hers to sing loudly. While her neighbors banged on her walls, she stepped calmly out of the shower, picked up her shotgun and blew a round through the walls.

Turning away from the groans and whimpers coming from next door, Harley went with something black and red, recalling how He told her they brought out her scars.

Skipping down the stairs past the EMT's rushing up, Harley whistled out the door. Hopping into a cab, she told the cabby to go to Dante's. Instead of paying she promised not to kill him. He sped off, and she contemplated the building in front of her. It was non-desrcript, but everyone knew what it was. Dante's the biggest thug in town since the Bat was run off. Harley shrugged and headed in.

She had danced in places like this after J, got himself caught. So she went back to the dancer's area and signed up to dance, even if she killed J, she'd get paid, which was win for Harley.

Harley made her way to the floor, wooing men, most of them terrified by her face, but turned on by her body. She got a few lapdances and then was called up on stage. Gyrating on the pole she stripped down, and made a few bucks. Dashing off stage, she chose to just wear her panties for the rest of the night. She was bored. All she was doing was casing the joint.

And then she saw it. One of the thugs she had seen at the pier appeared out of a hole in the wall. Harley smiled. She grabbed a bat from behind the bar and stealthily ducked behind the door. Slipping down the stairs she heard his voice before she saw him.

"Don't you cry baby... Daddy is never gonna lie to you. He's always gonna make you feel... Gooooood."

Harley slammed the bat over J's head, knocking him out.

"Mommy's home!!" Looking down at the terrified girl, she grinned. "Get up, cunt. We are leaving before Daddy wakes up. Mommy is gonna protect you from all the bad people."

She held out her hand and smiled sweetly.

Allegra was way too drugged to follow Joker's little monologue. Hell, it was all she could do to keep the man in focus. Suddenly he was addressing her as though he wanted a reply, his grotesque painted face snapping down in front of her own.

"It's time to celebrate! Are you feeling better? Hmmm? Yes! Good-good."

She nodded because he nodded, not with any degree of conscious agreement. That motion made her head swim again though and then suddenly he was kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Allegra didn't resist but neither did she participate. Joker didn't seem to care. He nibbled on her lower lip and the sharp pain of his teeth was enough to focus her momentarily. His hand slipped up her skirt and into her panties. Allegra remembered that she was all tied up and started pulling uselessly at her bonds. Her pussy was hypersensitive and responded instantly to the Joker. Her clit swelled and pulsed, making her squirm. But she was grinding her pussy into his hand, rather than trying to get away. The need built and she was suddenly in no mind to care how that need had been orchestrated by the sick fuck currently straddling her. Allegra just wanted it sated.

"Daddy..." She moaned. Joker began rubbing her more forcefully, urging her on.

"Oh my poor-poor little girl. Are you feeling better since your booboo is all fixied up? Yes? Good-good. Do you want daddy to have a little alone time with you right now? A little... Quality, loving, caring, tender, loving, caring, lov-... Oh what the hell, do you want daddy to fuck his little girl good and make everything feel like fireworks?"

His finger plunged inside her and Allegra moaned her assent, "Yes Daddy... like fireworks!" Her tiny cunt caught his finger in its vice-like grip, making her hips buck and her body shiver.

Tears leaked from her eyes, eyes that were already closing in bliss. Beneath the layers of drugs and arousal, some part of Allegra knew that this shouldn't be happening to her. That part wasn't anywhere near the driving seat but the tears flowed, mourning her ruin. The unshed sobs only served to kick everything Allegra was feeling up a gear however. She gasped as Joker licked his way up her face, emitting a low moan as his fingers worked her pussy.

"Don't you cry baby... Daddy is never gonna lie to you. He's always gonna make you feel... Gooooood."

"Daddy." She echoed, the word bringing her a primal sense of security that should have been the opposite response to any young female in such proximity to the sickest, most dangerous man in Gotham.

THUD!

The unmistakeable sound of Joker sliding off of Allegra to land heavily on the floor made the poor girl leap against her bonds in fright. Her eyes flew open to find a virtually naked, blood spattered blond girl looming over the bed to which she was bound. Allegra suddenly became aware of her exposed and hypersensitive pussy, her skirt pushed up and her panties carelessly shoved sideways by Joker. She began fighting her restraints again but she was so stoned that it was a pitiful effort.

"Mommy's home!!" Her smile was utterly crazed. Finally, Allegra realised who she must be.

"... Harley?"

"Get up, cunt. We are leaving before Daddy wakes up. Mommy is gonna protect you from all the bad people."

Of course, Allegra couldn't comply. Nor was she in any fit state to say so. Harley was talking like she and Joker were still a couple. Maybe Joker had summoned her here? But why then would she have knocked him out? Well, they were both nutjobs, so anything was possible. There, Allegra's cognitive function failed her. She just stared up at Harley, terrified and gobsmacked.

The little bitch stared up at her, complete shock written all over her pretty tear streaked face, so Harley slapped her, then giggled. Harley straddled the girl's chest cutting off her air and staring down into her face. It felt so good to hit the girl that she hit her a couple more times across the face, laughing in pure delight as the blood began to drip from the little bitch's lip.

"Look at the babygirl, all dolled up with her legs spread for Daddy. Wet little bitch, just wanting him to fuck your holes aren't you, babygirl? Wanting Daddy to slide his cock inside you? Didn't think that Mommy would find out did you?"

Harley laughed again, and got off the little bitch. She smiled down at Joker, power and pain clearly written over her wretchedly gorgeous face, the inner turmoil of wanting to both fuck, love and kill the man unconscious in front of her made Harley very uncomfortable. In reaction to this turmoil she kicked J in the face laughing as the blood spurted from his nose marring the white carpet a beautiful color of red. Harley let him bleed while she pulled his carcass to the wall, propped him up. Reaching over to the computers on the desk, she unhooked a bunch of the cords and used them to tie Mr. J up. He was bound completely, the sight of bleeding and bound body almost making Harley swoon with happiness, still she bent over and licked at the blood on his lip. The salty, wet red warmth moved her to the core and she caressed the man's cheek almost lovingly.

Standing, she immediately forgot J and turned to the little bitch. A sneer crossed her face as she crossed the room to the bed, and straddled Allegra. Again pinning her arms down, pushing those perfect tits out of the way. Harley reached down and pulled her long thin knife from the garter. Harley caught her reflection in the clean metal blade and smiled once more, before looking down at Allegra sweetly.

"You'd be so much prettier with a smile sweetheart. A more permanent one. Something to show your Daddy just how happy you really are. Now trust Mommy, she knows how happy you can be. Now show me just how you can be a good girl and smile for Mommy."

Harley leaned down, running the blade over the perfect skin. She listened to the heavy breathing of Allegra, feeling the girl's breath slide over her skin. The tip of the knife slid so easily into Allegra's cheek that Harley couldn't help the moan that slid from her throat. Allegra whimpered or cried out, but Harley couldn't hear it, she was so transfixed by the rapid spreading of blood and how pretty the girl's cheek looked with the metal blade inside it. From further away she a male groan permeated her consciousness, and that stopped Harley. She slid her knife away and licked at the blood on the little bitch's cheek.

Glancing over at the re-awakening mad man, she roughly turned the girl's head so that he could see it.

"Look how pretty your girl is for you now, Mr. J. She wanted to show her Daddy." Harley giggled maniacally, loving the look of fear in the little bitch's eyes and the one of hatred from Mr. J.

Grabbing the little bitch by the hair, Harley got up and dragged her to kneel in front of J. Kneeling directly behind Allegra, Harley pulled the girl's legs apart before wrapping her arm around the girl's neck. Looking into J's eyes, she smiled and slid the end of that perfect knife along Allegra's thigh, leaving a bloody line in her wake. Allegra whined and Harley moaned, and J couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from either of them.

"You like it when Mommy marks you, don't you little one. Tell Daddy how much you like it." Harley whispered in Allegra's ear.