Gotham: After Dark (closed for LitShark, Princesssexci, SweetP4U and myself)

[LitShark]

Joker - Harley and Det. Stowe - My Body's Tellin' Me Ye-ah!

Things were definitely weird.

Joker liked weird.

Harley and him were finding their old rhythm again, like he’d never died and gone to hell. Like she’d never scissor fucked a plant bitch or gotten all litigious over which of the ways he hurt her were or were not abuse. He was her puddin’ and she was his.

He’d scarcely finished unbuckling his belt before it got sucked up from around his waist to the ceiling by the buckle like a scalded snake. He chuckled. Hadn’t seen that coming. The borrowed pistol flew out of his hand next, but it had served its purpose. The smell of gunsmoke, the feeling of a grip in his palm—just carrying the gun around and firing it at nothing was enough to get his prick raging hard.

He accepted the napkin to clean his face, more out of courtesy than necessity in his own estimation. Harley’s round, heaving breast felt almost as good in his hand as the pistol had. He kissed her passionately. She tasted like cocktail sauce.

Other bits, bobbles and pieces of clothing all shot up to the ceiling.

“Who the fuck is Jack?” Joker asked of detective Sexy Cherry Puddin’ Pop, or whatever they were calling her now.

She wasn’t given a chance to answer. He’d scarcely broken his kiss with Harley before he grasped the back of each woman’s neck with a gloved hand. He steered them into a kiss with each other while looking on, his tongue eagerly and suggestively dragging along the scarred corners of his mouth.

“Yeah… just like that… get in there…” Joker was panting. He wasn’t usually this direct with his sexual escapades. He liked to mind fuck before he fucked—but the fact that his old flame was hooking up with a detective was mind fuck enough.

In the absence of a belt, his threadbare, purple slacks fell to the ground, revealing his long, well-defined legs. He was much more muscular now that he was undead—which is apparently how things worked.

His naked cock stood up strong as he slipped it between the two kissing ladies. He was grinding between them while they ground together, letting each one fuck the other with his cock while they continued to kiss.

“Take her shirt off,” Joker’s pronouns were deliberately vague, “yeah, like that. Now get onto your knees. It’s time for you two to collaborate.”

His hand on each girl’s neck became heavier, driving them with some force lower, letting his cock continue grinding between them as they were pushed down.

“Let’s all get really, really friendly.”

Joker’s hips began to move back and forth, more grinding. He wasn’t bothering to be subtle.

 

[princesssexci]

Pamela Isley & Dick - Caught in her vines

“You want me?” He gripped, and curled his fingers, he slipped to fingers inside her.. it was warm, wet.. WONDERFUL! “Like this… “

“Yes! Yes, I want you just like this…”

Pamela whimpered as she moved against his fingers trying to get him just in the spot that she liked to be rubbed. As he moved his fingers in and out of her, Pam’s whimpers became cries of pleasure.

Fuck!

How long had it been since she’d had a lover that hadn’t been her sex toys. Pam thrust against his fingers, quicker feeling the brush of pleasure wash over her body. It tingle and ignited.

“Fuuuuck!”

She wasn’t cumming, not yet but she was eager. She wanted more, something bigger to plow into her.

”Oh God, I want to fuck you… I want to fuck you so hard… can I… I want to cum inside of you!”

Her breathing sped up, her chest was heaving. As she did all this, she continued to stroke his cock tugging at him eagerly. She could feel the effect she had on him.

She leaned forward and nipped at his ear tugging on it.

“Of course you can…” she purred. “Plant your seed deep inside me, Dick…” That mustve set something off in him because without realizing what was getting ready to happen she was slammed against the door and groaned from pain and pleasure.

“I want to make you mine… this birthday boy wants only one present..“

“Yes, fuck me. Do it. Show me what a man you are Dick. Everyone probably treats you like a little boy but you aren’t, are you? So fucking prove it.” She said right before kissed her. She kissed him back, the kiss was hungry desperate and lustful as she gently squeezed his cock.

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara, Bruce, and Alfred - The tip if the iceberg



”Inside of her Alfred, our girl wants to be teased and penetrated, her young cunt stretched and enjoyed!” Bruce cradled her chin in his fingers, making her stare into his eyes. “You can’t cum again, until you cum the first time…it is time you learned to cum other than by your own hand, my little minx.”

Barbara blushed at his words. She’d been stumbling over her words sure and Bruce wss teasing her about it. If Barbara could she would pinch herself because she never pictured her first experience to be with two older men.

Dick and Bruce, sure! Bruce and Alfred? She was still trying to wrap her head around it. The older butler wasnt bad at what he was doing either.

“it is okay Ms. Gordon… whatever you do this night will stay here… so let yourself go… you won’t be sorry!”

Her brow furrowed. It was like he could read her mind! She opened her mouth to say something but closed and bit her own lip at Bruce’s husky whisper.

Barbara then moaned into Alfred’s long deep kiss her moans caught in the kiss as his fingers explored her pussy—cunt. “Hard to say what I enjoy more, a virgin cunt or ass, both are so tasty! So you like your ass being used, played with, I hoped so.. I just thought you were the type of girl who might enjoy anal” Her eyes snapped open when she felt Bruce’s tongue slide up her ass

“So you like your ass being used, played with, I hoped so.. I just thought you were the type of girl who might enjoy anal play?”

Then she moaned again rocking against the fingers then the tongue as Bruce tongue fucked her and Alfred finger fucked her. She sucked on his tongue.

With all of their teasing and taunting words, it was driving Barbara insane. Eventually, Alfred pulled away from the kiss and Bruce replaced him. Her body felt like it was on fire but never did she stop stroking the cocks in her hand until she was pushed to the ground.

“Both of us, one at a time, use your hands to work our balls, the base of our shafts, massage and stroke, while your mouth and tongue works the tip and upper shaft.. it is not just any woman who can really pleasure two cocks.. but Barbara… I have confidence in you…”

Barbara looked between Bruce and Alfred, swallowing hard. She was going to pleasure them both and something about that turned her on. She gave a nervous smile.

“As do I Sir… she is a very special girl!”

Reaching up she gripped onto Alfred’s cock again stroking before gliding her tongue over the tip and then moving to do the same to Bruce’s cock. As she pushed her mouth down Bruce’s cock she continued to stroke Alfred’s.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley

“Harley?”

Harley had already filled her plate with bacon wrapped shrimp. You could never go wrong with bacon. So far this party was probably one of the best parts of this party, well aside from her now Heath Ledger looking Mistah J and sexy detective cherry or was it detective sexy cherry? She was starting to lose track of her nicknames for the girl.

“Over here!” Harley said bouncing up and down. She’d even dropped Toodles in leui of the shrimp. Priorities, after all. Toodles would understand. Besides, it was just a piece of well endowed wood. She wasn’t crazy!

Just high.

Even she knew she was high.

and horny. Fuck, she was horny.

And hungry.

She giggled as her clothes were being vacuumed away like magic? Toodles rolled around on the ground until it hit something and combusted into a bunch of pieces and splinters.

Nooooo, she should care about that right? That should matter, because Toodles had always ….

Fuck the way Mistah J’s hands were on her breasts made her lose her train of thought and the way that Detective Sexy Cherry kept eying her ass and trying to pretend she wasn’t eying her ass was fucking cute as hell.

“Shrimp? Do you smell that?”

“Yes shrimp!” Harley waved the bacon wrapped shrimp around.”And yesss, smells great doesn’t it? “

She was pulled into a kiss by Mistah J as Detective Cherry moved closer to them. Harley had honestly meant to tell them this was Poison Ivy’s doing, really she did! In fact, she opened her mouth to do just that when Mistah J pulled back from his dirty kiss only to be pushed into Detective Cherry’s mouth and moaned.

Okay? She hadn’t been expecting that but Harley couldn’t say she was disappointed either. Her tongue swiped inside of Detective fuck…what was her actual name? Did she actually give it? Meh, did that matter at the moment?

“Take her shirt off,” Joker’s pronouns were deliberately vague, “yeah, like that. Now get onto your knees. It’s time for you two to collaborate.”

Harley pulled away briefly already eager to follow Mistah J’s instructions. For now, gone were the memories of all the times he’d made it seem like he wasn’t truly interested in her or had thrown her under the bus or let her rot in jail more times than she could count.

All that mattered was how good and how familiar this felt and bringing a new friend into their love nest. She quickly unbuttoned the detectives shirt and pulled it off brushing her hands down her ample breasts. “Mmm you’re so much prettier than Poison Ivy…” she purred. “We could have a lot of fun together on the regular, Cherry…” she said dropping the detective from her name.

“Let’s all get really, really friendly.”

She felt her body being pushed down to the ground. Any thought of telling them about Ivy slowly disappearing as more important matters at hand approached.

Harley leaned forward and licked the side staring at Cherry and watching her with a come hither look.

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Isley & Dick - A willing captive…

If this was what turning 21 was all about, becoming an adult, Dick was all in.. for sure figuratively and hopefully literally, Dick’s dick that is!

Dick had no idea what he was doing, he’d read plenty, in fact if Pamela looked between young Dick’s bed and bedspring she would have found quite the bounty of porn. How else was a privately schooled, largely sheltered young man going to learn?

Ivy’s toxin had given him the courage he otherwise would have lacked, somehow finding her opening slipping two fingers inside her clearly ready and willing opening. He had no choice but to ask, she was his first!

“Yes! Yes, I want you just like this…”

Affirmation! That was all he needed, those words and those naughty biologics coursing through his veins, he spoke from his heart, his cock, the way both were beating it was hard to tell the difference, he just wanted to fuck!

“Of course you can…” she purred. “Plant your seed deep inside me, Dick…”

He couldn’t believe his ears! He had just wanted to steal away for a minute with Barbara, get his first kiss, maybe touch her breast, he didn’t even know what he was saying as he drove his gorgeous, lightly jaded guest back against the wall, her hand doing all sorts of amazing things to his young prick. Whatever he said was probably mimicking one of the pornos he had watched in the dark of his room on his i-Pad.

“Yes, fuck me. Do it. Show me what a man you are Dick. Everyone probably treats you like a little boy but you aren’t, are you? So fucking prove it.”

It was true, Alfred, Bruce, they treated him like a child, Alfred had even warned him to not drink too much and make a fool of himself. HA! Who was the fool now? Of course little did he know that his original crush, his true hearts desire was going down on his 70 year old Gentleman’s Gentleman, not being so gentlemanly!

He gripped her legs, behind her knees. He knew enough to spread her and heard her moan. “Guide me in… please Ms. Isley… guide me into your pussy…” Thank God one of them knew what they were doing! It was like a marksman shooting the starters pistol as he felt his young, bulbous tip, enter her soft, wet, tight folds… he flexed his legs and drove up inside her.

There was nothing subtle or skillful in his moves. This was young lust, need at its rawest and most urgent! Pound, POUnd, POUND!!! He slammed her up and back against the door. Someone outside would have thought they were hammering in a new frame, and in many ways they were.

Somehow his lips found hers, his tongue dove in, the kiss stifling his moans as he thrusted harder and harder and harder, but.. .despite the enthusiasm and desire, this would not last long, in fact, it wouldn’t last at all!!!!

”Oh FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!” And our young Dick was a virgin no longer… the little Dickster was a man!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Sexy Cherry, Baby Girl and 3rd Arm Slim: I was gonna go to work, until I got high…


Jack? A giggle came at that question. Silly man doesn’t know his own name? “The Jacket..” slurs out a bit, then again giggle. “It’s hot in here..” and then, Nelly pops out of my mouth. Singing along to a song not even playing as I strip out of this stupid annoyingly boob-mashing tight Kevlar and toss it to a corner.

Where was I? What am I doing? Brain feels a bit scrambled, it’s still so damned hot in here! “The name was in the jacket.” On the desk, thick ass file of misdeeds committed by his truly over there groping baby girl’s round little ass. I am NOT looking, damn it! Okay, I looked. Again. Why? No idea.. It’s a nice ass, alright?

“I need to…” what? Something is so wrong here, in all of this. The whole scene, it reeks of .. sex! Lots of glorious raunchy hard-fucking sex! Inhaling deeper, I think my nipples are tenting my shirt. Releasing the bun holding my hair up, fingers dig in and scratch just as the damned magnet from hell turns on.

“WHOA!” Jerking as gun is ripped from holster and nearly smacks into my arm, head shooting up as my badge goes flying past my face, tearing a line open on my lower lip as feet skid a bit, leaning back, lifted until buttons pop out of my pants before ceremoniously dropping me on my ass! “What in the fuck is this shit?!” Up on two feet, ready to punch someone in the throat, but there’s no one paying any attention! Looking up, there are so much shit stuck to the ceiling and the audible hum of this hidden magnet fills the room with a low pitch sound.

“Okay.. That was cool…” Sort of! Okay, Epic! WHO the fuck has this kind of stuff in the house!? I got to meet this Wayne fellow, because this is nuts. “That is Police issue…” Aaaaaand no one gives a fuck! So bitching isn’t going to do me any good. I got cocktail sauce on my shirt, chin and the lost shrimp is somewhere under a table. Pants are still hugging my ass but wide open and the little cut to my lip isn’t bleeding. Good thing too, I don’t need Jokula over there biting me too!

I stop, all thought of rescuing my Glock and badge just forgotten as the Vampire here is mauling blondie. Not sure why their kissing is so appealing, that watching is somehow the one thing I need to be doing right now, instead of .... whatever…

Drawn in closer, close enough to be suddenly grabbed and pushed forward into her. “Get in ..?” Turning to her as he pushes us so tight together, there is no mistaking his wants. “But I’m not into …” Eyes rove over her features and eyes, full lips and smile. She has paint on her lips, smudged a bit and her pert little breasts are drawing my attention. Women… Hands lift to cover her breasts, kneading gentle until those nipples are tightening into my palms.

She smells of bacon and shrimp, no doubt I smell similarly but it doesn’t seem to matter much. I feel funny, hot all over and aroused to a point of irritation. One hand slips around her hip to cup a cheek and pull her against me, pushing a thigh between hers without even asking if she wants it or not. Tilting to fit to those lips, aggressive in nature as I am, I just take. Opening to lap at her, pushing until those teeth open and that tongue is within range. Snaking in to taste her kiss, my fingers grip and dig into her ass, encouraging her to rub to me. I don’t really like women, do I? She tastes so damned good though, “More..” Growls against her lips, parting to breathe before reaching for her top and pulling it off. Somehow she got mine off, and glancing down at the both of us wedged together, I can see we are built so much alike, it is uncanny.

“Mmm you’re so much prettier than Poison Ivy…” she says in a tone that is tickling down the spine and perking up two little pink nipples hidden in a sensible black silk bra. I don’t know Poison Ivy but she sounds dangerous… Do I know her? Do I care right now? A grin says, NOPE! Sure don’t! Do you tell a crazy chick how hot she is in return or just let it go? I reeeeeally shouldn’t be doing this.. A part of me know this, a small dwindling voice in my head is screaming something about stopping here… Fuck her!

“Friendly?” He said friendly? That is such a funny word coming out of his painted mouth. His hand on our shoulders, pushing us down. I hadn’t noticed he was rubbing between us, I was a bit occupied with the taste of Blondie here. I need to..

“Holy shit!” There is a thick cock wobbling between us, and Harley’s eyes are daring me to come in. I shouldn’t, no. I shouldn’t .. be here right now… Maybe? I find myself scooting closer, watching is hypnotic and so lewd. No. No he’s a bad, bad man! So bad. She slides that vein like a pro, probably done it a thousand times way back when, but wow! Never thought slim here would pack something like this.

Why does crazy look so fucking good right now?

Lips meet that pale hard length and part, tongue darting out just under to lap at her’s, stroking both cock and tongue, and lower lip. The room is spinning around, and around.. and around? A frown forms on confused features, pulling back to draw in air, or rather try to. "I don't feel..." Eyes roll into skull and all goes black, falling sideways, head bouncing off marbled floors as buzzing fills ears and the Detective passes out.

 

[Homerun2611]

The Old, The Young and The Bold - Alfred, Barbara and Bruce ten minutes before Joker’s Arrival…

Absent the toxins Alfred never would have been in this position. Oh he had wants, even dreams like all men, but unlike all others, AlFred had turned repression of desires and a commitment to duty into an absolute art form. He had lived a lifetime for a single purpose the raising of the Wayne men, and most recently the service of Bruce’s alter ego, the masked vigilante crime fighter, Batman.

Alfred was a man of discrimant tastes, fine wines, great cigars, a good pipe, a great brandy or port, mmmm, but as he stood here, his tongue being sucked by young Barbara, his fingers sawing in an out of her clearly virgin maidenhood, his old but rigidly hard and lengthy cock being stroked vigorously by the enthusiastic, virgin slut. Yet it was an oxymoron, but Alfred was a man of verbal precision and both words were entirely appropriate for the inapprorpropriatness in which he was engaging.

Always the teacher, the mentor, “not quite so tight Miss Gordon, longer, slower strokes… a man likes his penis… fondled and enjoyed.. let’s not be in a hurry….” Yet she was so eager, so enthusiastic, he finally raised his voice, “For fuck sake, slow down and don’t try to pull it off….ahhh …” Alfred felt bad for raising his voice, but, she righted the ship, and suddenly he let out a deep, highly satisfied moan! “…. there you go … very nice… now suck my tongue again … I believe you might want to practice your sucking…. Mmmmmm!” She was a learner our Barbara, two very different lessons in sex education playing out this evening in the Wayne Manor!

Bruce had eaten, entertained and prepared young Barbara’s ass for wherever this night might take them. Licked her tight little crack and tongue fucked her more taboo virgin hole. Now after Alfred had simultaneously teased and finger fucked her other, virgin hole, it was time to move on to more advanced aspects of this impromptu education.

“.. it is not just any woman who can really pleasure two cocks.. but Barbara… I have confidence in you…”

Barbara looked between Bruce and Alfred, swallowing hard. She was going to pleasure them both and something about that turned her on. She gave a nervous smile.

“As do I Sir… she is a very special girl!”

Reaching up she gripped onto Alfred’s cock again stroking before gliding her tongue over the tip and then moving to do the same to Bruce’s cock. As she pushed her mouth down Bruce’s cock she continued to stroke Alfred’s.

Both Bruce and Alfred were dressed, in full formal attire as young, naked, nubile Barbara slid to her knees and commenced her stroking and sucking! “You are a hungry and eager young thing aren’t you?” Alfred noted and commented in his distinguished, somewhat hushed, baritone.

Bruce had more of a growl, lacing his fingers through Barbara’s hair, gripping her hair and head… guiding her mouth onto his large, throbbing prick. “Mmmm…. Yessss… No be a good girl… your tongue your mouth… work the tip Barbara…. Pump the shaft!” Bruce moaned and thrusted.. slowly… this was all just foreplay, prepping their cocks just as they had prepped her ass and cunt!

Bruce fucked her mouth… felt his tip hit the back of her throat.. and then go fafther… “relax your throat… breathe through your nose…. Mmmm…. Barbara you’ve got talent….” Bruce saw Alfred staring and wanting and pulled her head back.. and guided her on to Alfred… “Same here Barbara, it is beautiful watching a young woman service a true gentleman… being bad… nasty… making him feel young….”

Like Bruce, Alfred was not only surprised but delighted at both young Barbara’s enthusiasm, but innate skill. He was looking at her beautiful young face, how her lips enveloped his cock, how her head bobbed up and down. “Oh Miss Gordon you seem to be quite the natural here… I men.. .quite, quite good….“. Bruce laughed, “Of course she’s good… you can tell Alfred, you can always tell a woman who loves sucking cock and you do love it.. don’t your Barbara?”

Bruce still held her head and hair in his hand… “This is an important question… you can continue.. .or we might move on… we are all prepared… my lusty young virgin… you can continue sucking cock.. or … we can christen one or both of those sexy young holes?”

 

[princesssexci]

Pamela Isley and Dick Grayson - Fun Party Favors


“Guide me in… please Ms. Isley… guide me into your pussy…”
Pamela groaned as she moved to grab his cock,”M-Miss Isley? Who am I you best friends mom? “ Fuck, she needed his cock inside of her. Sure, she had done this partly to start getting him under her control and what better way to do that than sex but he wad proving to be a good student.

“Its…Pam.” she said angling his cock towards her entrance, “I think we are past formalities Dick…”

Those were her last words before pushed inside her and she moaned, her moan carrying throughout the house. It wasn’t skilled like most if not, all of her lovers but that was okay.

She felt his lips crush against hers, moaning into his kiss and sucking on his tongue as he pounded into her. She wanted to tell him harder. Oh, she could take a much HARDER fucking but she knew that soon the toxins the drugs would be making everyone pass out. Not her, of course.

Her back would probably ache but it would be a good pain.

“Ah! Dick, Im so close…so close to cumming just a little bit mooooooree…” she whimpered.

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara, Bruce, and Alfred

“not quite so tight Miss Gordon, longer, slower strokes… a man likes his penis… fondled and enjoyed.. let’s not be in a hurry….” Yet she was so eager, so enthusiastic, he finally raised his voice, “For fuck sake, slow down and don’t try to pull it off….ahhh …”

Barbara for her own part had never heard the Butler be so …instructive? commanding? A bit of both really. It was different. Not bad different, just different.

For all she knew, he was probably the Bruce Wayne of London in his day. She did slow down some though, she did stroke slower. Her heart beat sped up at the praise she received.

“…. there you go … very nice… now suck my tongue again … I believe you might want to practice your sucking…. Mmmmmm!”

Sucking?

Oh right, sucking!

And so she got to work on both cocks. Her clit pulsing as both men moans and gave directions on what she should be doing. She followed them perfectly, like a good student, like a good girl.

“You are a hungry and eager young thing aren’t you?”

“Mmmm…. Yessss… No be a good girl… your tongue your mouth… work the tip Barbara…. Pump the shaft!” Came Bruce’s voice

Barbara groaned as Bruce began to slowly almost torturously thrust into her mouth. She could probably do this all night with him and get off. She was already wet, or getting there.

“relax your throat… breathe through your nose…. Mmmm…. Barbara you’ve got talent….”

Barbara whimpered as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat causing her to nearly choke but she was proud because she hadn’t choked! She breathed as Bruce directed through her nose. She whimpered again this time from disappointment when he pulled her off his cock and guided her to Alfred’s cock. She took him in her mouth and slowly bobbed her head, glancing up at him every now and then to gauge his reaction.

Was she doing it right or would he reprimand her again like he had earlier?

“Same here Barbara, it is beautiful watching a young woman service a true gentleman… being bad… nasty… making him feel young….”

Bruce liked watching her suck Alfred’s dick? She continued sucking, head continued to bob. Fuck, she wanted …she wanted…

“Oh Miss Gordon you seem to be quite the natural here… I men.. .quite, quite good….“. Bruce laughed, “Of course she’s good… you can tell Alfred, you can always tell a woman who loves sucking cock and you do love it.. don’t your Barbara?”

“Mhmmm!!” she moaned around Alfred’s cock.

“This is an important question… you can continue.. .or we might move on… we are all prepared… my lusty young virgin… you can continue sucking cock.. or … we can christen one or both of those sexy young holes?”

She pulled back. What if she never got this opportunity again? What if tomorrow came and things went back to normal? She wasn’t sure what was different about tonight, if it was the dress she wore or the perfume she put on or hell, even the way she applied her makeup. It didn’t matter though, Barbara wanted to make the most of tonight.

“Fuck me, both of you. Please.” Her request came out in a sweet little plea as she looked between both older men hoping that they would.

 

[LitShark]

Joker – Wayne Mansion – Harley and the Narcoleptic Narc



Joker sighed and let go of a breathy giggle.

This was something he missed while he was dead. Sex. Hot, silken, slippery, exquisite sex. His gloved hands gently cradled the back of the two women’s heads as they lavished his hard cock with attention.

“Yeah… like that,” he sighed.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, Detective Sexy Cherry muttered something he couldn’t quite understand and passed out completely unconscious. Her long, brunette hair fell through his gloved fingers in her fall to the ground. He stared at her puzzled—worried for a moment that his cock had somehow killed her, until he noticed her still breathing.

Joker laughed.

“Some people just can’t hold their liquor,” Joker chuckled, stuffing his cockhead into Harley’s cheek, letting his other hand move over until he had one of her pigtails in each of his hands.

The foreplay was still fun, but it wasn’t as novel as it had been when he had a detective and a criminal sucking his cock. He wanted to fuck Harley, sure—but in very uncharacteristic fashion, Joker felt no need to make a big performance out of it. He pulled her off his cock with a faint pop.

“You wanna go stink up a cop car?” Joker grinned down at her, stroking her tatted jawline with his thumb, “grab all the loot you can carry. I’ll go…”

Joker glanced around to find the detective’s keys on the ceiling beside her Glock.

“I’ll go hotwire the Detective’s car.”

Joker drained one of the guards on the way out. He didn’t know when he’d be able to feed again and wanted to stock up. He left this one alive, which was another uncharacteristic impulse. Had vampirism made him soft? Nonetheless, it was useful to know that he could feed without killing his prey. Perhaps he could make a willing thrall of Harley at some point.

This time he made sure to clean his face before climbing into the Detective’s car and removing the steering column cover to expose the wires that led to the ignition. He used a knife to cut them and strip the red and black wires, touching them together until the engine turned over.


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Ra’s al Guul – Undisclosed Location – Unknown



Ra’s hissed as the uniformed marine pulled the bag off of his head. A few of his long silver hairs had gotten caught up in the marine’s grip as he tugged the bag away. The marine had been more concerned with the spectacle of removing the bag than the practical necessity of doing so carefully.

Still, Ra’s said nothing. He merely glared at the man for a long moment before turning his attention to the restrained prisoner seated across from him.

“You may remove his bag as well,” Ra’s instructed the marine, extracting the other half of his gifted cigar from Bruce, relighting the end which he’d cut clean to extinguish it.

The bag came away, exposing another grey-haired man. He was bloodied and bruised, clearly having been handled even more roughly than Ra’s was. Ra’s looked into the cuffed man’s eyes. His left eye seemed to be the more acute of the two, his right eye swollen mostly shut.

“Who the fuck are you?” the prisoner asked pointedly.

“Seems less of a relevant question, at the moment, than who you are. A traitor? A hero? A disavowed ex-patriot?”

“I know who I am.”

“Indeed you do, Lieutenant Colonel. The trouble is that your government is quite insistent that the you that you think you are was killed in action.”

“I’ve given everything to this country.”

“Almost everything.”

“Almost…” the prisoner sighed, his eyes moving to the floor.

“It’s an interesting predicament. They don’t want to kill you, given your extraordinary service, but they can’t allow you to return home—lest their precious secrets come unearthed. You know too much for them to let you live but they respect you too much to execute you.”

“Is that why they brought you here? To kill me?”

Ra’s took a long drag of the cigar, letting the gravity of that question hang. The prisoner was a killer and he recognized the killer in Ra’s’ eyes.

“No. I don’t kill for any government—least of all this one. I have come to offer a third option. I will give you the option to become no one. To live hereafter in shadows, bringing death down upon the unrepentant criminals and monsters of this world.”

“I’ve had my fill of killing.”

“So you may have. But what about ‘not you’?”

The prisoner considered this.

“Go on living, but no longer be myself,” he seemed to be weighing this option in his mind as his good eye wandered.

“Unless you’re resolved to die.”

The prisoner pondered more. He had nearly made up his mind that only death awaited.

“Let me get one of those,” the prisoner motioned with his head to the cigar.

“They’re very fine cigars. It would be wasted on a dead man.”

“I’ll become no one for you—just know that you don’t own me.”

Ra’s extracted the elaborate device that held the other cigars, extracting one, cutting it and placing it between the prisoner’s lips.

“I do not wish to own you.” The flame lit both of their faces from below in an orange glow.

“Fine. Whatever gets me out of here, I agree. If you know me, you know my loyalty is absolute. But since I can’t be myself anymore, I’ll no longer be known as Slade Wilson. From now on, you may call me Deathstroke.”

 

[princesssexci]

HARLEY/JOKER/DETECTIVE?

Everything seemed to be going just fine. Both girls had gotten down to their knees to give Mistah J a blowjob. Harley had to wonder if Detective sexy cherry knew how cute she looked on her knees. Probably not. She probably should’ve asked if the detective wanted to have some fun.

The chemicals in the air would’ve probably made her say yes anyways. Harley probably would’ve fucked Two Face if he’d been there just because of whatever Poison Ivy was up to.

Still, she hadn’t expected the detective to pass out.

Harley stopped what she was doing and just stared at the detective. Should they help her? That was bad, right? Detective C passing out before getting the D.

“You wanna go stink up a cop car?” Joker grinned down at her, stroking her tatted jawline with his thumb, “grab all the loot you can carry. I’ll go…”

“I…uh we aren’t gonna just leave her here, are we?”

God damn it! She was horny but that wasn’t new and it wasn’t like Mistah J didn’t already know how rev her up.

She liked the detective though and that woulda been a shame to leave her there.

“We can still keep her, right? Oh! Maybe she could be our hostage this time.”

Fuck, was she falling back into old habits?

Gawd, she was so conflicted.

She was already grabbing some of the nuce silverware. It wasn’t like Bruce Wayne needed it. As she passed by each table, she accidentally knocked a gift over and heard it shatter in the gift wrap. (Barbara’s gift)

“Whoops! I hope that wasn’t somethin important.”

She grabbed some other expensive items as she moved around each person that was fucking. Some people were starting to pass out though.

Damn it, she was still horny too.

“Too bad we couldn’t fuck in a mansion. That was always one of my dreams…” Harley said wistfully.

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Isley and Dick Grayson - Cum, da cum, cum!!! Words heartfully spoken, a submission with consequences…

”M-Miss Isley? Who am I you best friends mom? “ She meant it playfully, for she surely wasn’t, his best friend‘s mom, Elizabeth Evans, had been Dick’s go to spank bank material for the past two years. She had been the source of more rosy handed pleasure than the two penthouses, he kept hidden! Although of course Alfred knew about the sticky paged adult archives, between Dick’s mattress and box spring.

To call Jackson Evans his best friend was a bit of a stretch. Jackson had been the star quarterback at Dick’s last prep school, the most popular there, but it had been his mother, Elizabeth, that all the boys wanted to bend over and enjoy her snap! So those words, made this surprising and incredible moment, even more erotic, and for a brief second, Dick almost asked, “Could I call you Mommy?” But, decided otherwise and simply replied, in a gutteral moan, “Ohhhh, no… so much better than that!”

“Its…Pam.” she said angling his cock towards her entrance, “I think we are past formalities Dick…”

Dick knew better than to talk, he was in way over his head, the big one, and was only interested in the enjoyment of the little one, the very enthusiastic and in fairness not so little one at that, which was now being guided into the paradise of one Pamela’s Isley’s wet, tight cunt! “Holy Hotness”. Yes, odd phrasing, but very real. He never imagined just how good it would feel to be guided in and slowly dip and stretch and be gripped in the jaws of Poison Ivy’s snatch!

“Mmmmm, yes.. can I?” Her body answered as she gyrated her hips, and like a jockey giving a thoroughbred the whip, Dick’s dick responded. First slow, deep, long, strokes as her pussy lubricated his rod, and then begged to be driving down into the bed like a jackhammer.

Dick was nothing if not energetic and wanting, his prick screaming out in enjoyment and all too quickly ready to lose control. This was an experience unlike any other, a revelation the caterpillar bursting from the cocoon, Oh fuck he was ready to burst!

“Ah! Dick, Im so close…so close to cumming just a little bit mooooooree…” she whimpered.

Was it possible, he was satisfying her too. “Me too.. Oh God.. I do I stop it.. how do I hold back… Ms… Uh… Pam… I want to make you feel good… you are the most incredible woman in the world… how.. .what.. do I do….” She had him in her web, wrapped around her finger as her cunt gripped his needy cock.…. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her..

He slammed and slammed and slammed, clenching his young ass, trying to hold back until when he felt her start… he erupted!!!! Firing and firing as the bluest set of balls in all of gotham were finally emptied… in one joyous, life changing moment….

”Oh.. Pam… I….I … .LOVE YOU!!!” He knew no better, and in this moment, finally freed from the cruel life of denial, he meant it for all his heart.. of course, he loved Barbara, too….

 

[Homerun2611]

Bruce, The Dom, Alfred, The Teacher, Barbara, The Submissive Student … An Indecent Proposal….

Bruce watched as young Barbara took Alfred’s impassioned instruction, learning and submitting! How had he not seen it earlier, not appreciated the submissive needs in his good friend and colleague, Dick Gordon’s daughter, she was a natural submissive and quite the wanting and talented little slut!

With her needs clearly on display, as she gleefully sucked the two men’s cocks, juices were clearly running down both of her thighs, her musk filling the room. “She is a gem sir, but what about young Dick, didn’t he… “

it was so Alfred, Bruce watched as the older man cradled the back of Barbara’s bobbing head, lacing his fingers through her thick hair, and guiding her in both rhythm and depth, as drool slid down from her mouth and splattered down on her young, firm tits, and rock hard nipples.

”Alfred, they are kids, they wouldn’t know what to do.. Dick will be much happier if we teach this young slut how to really handle a cock.. look how much better she is getting already, and we haven’t even … “

Bruce looked into her eyes, and knew what she wanted. Needed, her ass still well lubed from his earlier tonguing. “You really could be a superb little slut… “ Alfred was echoing Bruce’s praise and you could tell Barbara enjoyed the illicit compliments. It was time, and Bruce asked the key question, there would be no non con here, these men were gentleman, young Barbara was going to have to ask for it.. .dirty and nasty!

“Fuck me, both of you. Please.” Her request came out in a sweet little plea as she looked between both older men hoping that they would.

Alfred looked at Bruce, and with the toxins removing any natural reticence and conscience he would otherwise have, was convinced they were indeed doing young Master Dick a favor, breaking in the virgin whore! “Of course dear girl… “ Bruce laughed at the tender and gentile handling of the young woman whose salive still strung to Alfred’s cock. “Sir do you mind if I take teh cunt….” He looked at Barbara, “Oh not you my dear, your pussy I mean, it has been such a long time… I believe Bruce will be much more experienced in fucking your ass!”

Just like Alfred to clarify, although calling Barbara a cunt in this moment, seemed highly appropriate to Bruce, who was finding himself increasingly taken with the young girl, and taking note that this might not need be a one time thing! However, he was right, Bruce enjoyed fucking a woman’s ass, and the taming of this little virgin was a treat he would not pass up.

Again, Bruce only smeared as Alfred lay down on the elegant Persian rug, and Bruce lifted Barabara to guide her down on and impale her on Alfred’s man rocket, which was throbbing in its need to launch! ”Spread your legs Barbara, perhaps bite your lip… while I lower you… “ And slowly Bruce guided Barbara’s glistening opening to the tip of Alfred’s experienced cock. “When’s the last time you popped a cherry Alfred.. of course there are a couple of cherries we will take tonight!”

Slowly Bruce lowered her, letting her respond and accommodate what was happening, the look on Alfred’s face was pure joy at the wet, warm tightness taht began to take him, he would be gentle at the pierced the veil. Only then would Bruce go down, give her ass one more rimming and lubing with his tongue, his chin grazing Alfred’s tightening balls, and then, young Barbara, would finally have the two cocks fucking her, she had so lustily requested!

 

[LitShark]

Joker - Harley & The Stowemobile - A New "Episode"

Joker was pleased with himself, he’d been worried that his journey beyond had impaired his ability to hotwire a police car—the engine turned over, dispelling any further concern. He was still a hood at heart.

“No, no hostages. I don’t want to give them any more incentive to come after me,” Joker was adjusting his mirrors while Harley loaded up the loot, “I can find her again if we need her.”

Things seemed to be back to normal, Joker and Harley, out on a lark—no real purpose except to shake things up. Which they were, at least Joker thought so. Shit, he’d killed at least a half-dozen. How much chaos could they expect of him?

But then, Harley complained once too often as she was climbing into the car.

Joker smashed the pedal to the floor, spinning the tires for a long moment. Ol’ Sexy-Dick-Cherry had some after-market shit under the hood.

“Damnit!” Joker shouted, turning on her as the tires caught traction and he sped blindly onto the gravel driveway, “am I not enough for you? …wanna fuck in a mansion… since when? Why? You some snooty boots? I fucking knew it! A snooty boots bitch! No time for Squalor and passion with old Mister J—oh noooooo! We’re much to prissy for that!”

Joker was interrupted as the car tumbled off the road, barely missing a trunk and crashing through dense branches. The whole car shook and rattled. The front left tire shredded and began kicking up sparks. A fire began in the unpopulated forest as he continued speeding onward, both eyes on Harley.

“Forget that he fought half of hell and came back, just for you—weee wannaaa maaaa-shuuun! I’ll give you a mansion! Prissy bitch!”

As if by happenstance, Joker turned the wheel sharply, just before the car careened off a cliff that would have surely killed them both. They skidded back onto the highway, the flat tire still kicking up sparks, the wheel cheating to that side again and again.

“I’ll fuck you in the Mayor’s Mansion. Is that good enough for your delicate-ass sensibilities?” blood was trickling from the corner of Joker’s mouth, “I’ll be the fucking mayor too, maybe that will be enough to impress you.”

The tail light was trailing behind them. Rattling and kicking around as they sped toward the Mayor’s high-rise suite.

 

[princesssexci]

Pamela Isley and her Dick
Instead, to keep him well distracted she dragged her teeth down his neck making sure to mark him in any and every way possible. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.

“Me too.. Oh God.. I do I stop it.. how do I hold back… Ms… Uh… Pam… I want to make you feel good… you are the most incredible woman in the world… how.. .what.. do I do….”

He’d said so much from the time they entered this room until now but that comment had been the most…adorable of them all.

Not adorable in a bad sense and she wouldn’t ever say that to his face. It would probably emasculate him.

Pamela opened her mouth to say something but it was too late, Dick was already cumming inside her. Her eyes widened at his last words.

”Oh.. Pam… I….I … .LOVE YOU!!!”

She smiled, instead of answering then kissed him, whimpering as she felt herself cum as well. It felt like it had been ages since she had an orgasm. She pulled back from the kiss tugging at his lip. “Don’t make declarations you don’t mean Dick…I would be positively heart broken if I found out you were lying.” She purred in his ear.





Barbara, Bruce and Alfred



“She is a gem sir, but what about young Dick, didn’t he… “

Barbara could feel herself flushing at the compliment even as she bobbed her head back and forth taking in the big cock.

But Alfred was right, what about Dick?

He was supposed to be the love of her life yet here she was on her knees for Alfred and Bruce.
”Alfred, they are kids, they wouldn’t know what to do.. Dick will be much happier if we teach this young slut how to really handle a cock.. look how much better she is getting already, and we haven’t even … “



She was shivering with anticipation when Alfred agreed to fucking her. Well, that was slightly offensive. She knew what love was! Love was something you felt when you cared about someone more than you cared about them as a friend!

“Sir do you mind if I take teh cunt….” He looked at Barbara, “Oh not you my dear, your pussy I mean, it has been such a long time… I believe Bruce will be much more experienced in fucking your ass!”

Barbara flushed at his words. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Gods, she was just so incredibly horny. It shouldn’t have turned her on to even imagine someone as prim and proper as Alfred or even Bruce would call her something like cunt.

It did though. What kind of girl did that make her?

“Spread your legs Barbara, perhaps bite your lip… while I lower you… “

“Yes sir…”

Was that right? Should she be calling him sir? It was something she learned from all the romance books she read and Barbara hadn’t meant to say it outloud but it had happened and there was no taking it back.

Barbara spread her legs. She felt herself get lowered onto Alfreds surprisingly thick cock and whimpered partially from pain, partially from pleasure as it slowly started to roll through her.

“When’s the last time you popped a cherry Alfred.. of course there are a couple of cherries we will take tonight!”

“Fuuuuccckk!” She whimpered, biting her lip.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley and Joker - Oh my god, they’re back again?

“No, no hostages. I don’t want to give them any more incentive to come after me.”

Harley pouted staring at the detective.

“Aw, I liked her. She was fun.” Harley glanced over at the detective then found a piece of choclate cake. Swiping the icing off the slice she scribbled her number on the detective’s boob. She didn’t put HQ though. The detective sexy cherry poptart would have to call her if she wanted to know who the number belonged to.

As long as she didnt lick it off or have anyone else lick it off.
“I can find her again if we need her.”

By the time they’d reached the car and Harley had voiced her opinions it seemed like things were changing for them. He wanted to hear what she had to say, right?

She was her own woman after all and if not, she could just call in the suicide squad…

Fuck.
“Amanda?”

No answer.

“Fuck!” she hit her ear as if it would turn the annoying voice of Amanda Waller back on. It didn’t though because she’d taken the ear piece out. It was somewhere back at the stupid fucking mansion.

It had been so long since she’d been in a car with Joker she had forgotten how recklessly he drove. Harley gripped onto the seat and the door handle as they swerved.
“Damnit!” Joker shouted, turning on her as the tires caught traction and he sped blindly onto the gravel driveway, “am I not enough for you? …wanna fuck in a mansion… since when? Why? You some snooty boots? I fucking knew it! A snooty boots bitch! No time for Squalor and passion with old Mister J—oh noooooo! We’re much to prissy for that!”
“Snooty???? What the fuck do you mean snooty? Forgive me mistah J but sometimes SOMETIMES a lady likes to be wined and dined, not always fucked in an alley or warehouse or in a prison cell.”

Ah yes, he was definitely back.

She looked at her multicolored nails throwing her legs up on the dashboard as he drove.
“So maybe once in a goddamned while I would like to be fucked in a mansion.”

Was she being a brat? Yes. Did it matter? Probably not. They swerved again and maybe she should have feared the fact that she may not even make it out alive on this joyride to be fucked in a mansion.

“Forget that he fought half of hell and came back, just for you—weee wannaaa maaaa-shuuun! I’ll give you a mansion! Prissy bitch!”

Harley rolled her eyes.

“Gee thanks Mistah J.” It was hard to say whether her tone was sarcastic or not. “I love it when you call me a bitch. Brings back all those fond memories…”

“I’ll fuck you in the Mayor’s Mansion. Is that good enough for your delicate-ass sensibilities?” blood was trickling from the corner of Joker’s mouth, “I’ll be the fucking mayor too, maybe that will be enough to impress you.”

“HA!” Harley didn’t believe that for a second.”I have a better shot at being hired as Arkham’s Psychologist, Psychiatrist or whatever than you do at being voted in as mayor. The cute detective was ready to kill your ass if she wasn’t too scared to be killed herself.”

AND Harley had a mouth on her now. Really, she was mostly just upset that she’d lost her new toy.

And probably her shot at being a psychiatrist again. She wouldn’t admit it right now but Joker as the mayor was pretty fucking impressive if it happened. Harley always liked a person man or woman with confidence.

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Isley and one very happy young Dick!

He came! Holy Moly, as he felt his balls tighten, his entire body tense, and then the incredible feeling as his cock pulsed and throbbed and ejaculated inside her.. Dick was finally a man!

It was incredible, the sensation and hear reaction. He had felt her teeth at his neck, he had gripped her like a vice, pounding his young hips as he jack hammered away. He could not contain his enthusiasm, Pamela Isley had to know she had him right where she wanted him, and he made no attempt to hide it, quite the opposite.

His blurting out, “I LOVE YOU!!!!” Just seemed the right thing to do. Wasn’t a well brought up young man supposed to say that, feel that, at such a cataclysmic moment? And so, at that moment he meant it, will all his heart and sperm. He felt her grip his still throbbing rock, he felt the ripples and spasms, her moan, it must mean. “Ms Isley.. Pam… did you cum?”

That would be the coup de gras, not only finally fucking and cumming inside a woman, but actually satisfying her too.

He felt her kiss, and eagerly kissed her back, she tugged his lip, her whisper back, “Don’t make declarations you don’t mean Dick…I would be positively heart broken if I found out you were lying.” She purred in his ear.

He put his hands around her waist and planed up, so he could look into her eyes, so she could see the truth in his eyes, the utter devotion. “Oh NO Pam, I would never lie to you…I don’t lie to anyone, but.. especially not you…”. He was still thrusting, not sure what to do next.

They had already done more than he ever dreamed, this had been the greatest moment of his young adult life. He leaned in and kissed her gently, never stopping the thrusting, even as his young prick softened. “I… I’m sorry… “ He apologized, not fully realizing some refractory was beyond his control. And the gold news was, at his age and lack of experience, he would be hard again in no time.

He did, and they did, and again he pledged his love. He meant it, he knew no better, oh he loved Barbara too, but Pamela isley let him, encouraged him to do all the things to her he had dreamed of doing to that silly Barbara. Yet he loved her too, that would be a dilemma for later.

When he fell asleep, he was still inside Pamela, and when he woke up, their bodies were still intertwined. “Dick Grayson!” His name was said almost as an accusation, he batted his eyes, but with Pamela still right there, he was comforted that it wasn’t all a dream. It wasn’t Bruce or Alfred, the voice was too high and too angry.

“What are you doing?” A chill went down his spine, he knew that voice, he was sure of it. He thought about trying to peer around the murmuring also awakening Pamela, terrified that the voice he was hearing, that had stirred him from such sweet slumber, was … Barbara! He honestly didn’t want to look…

 

[Homerun2611]

Barbara, Bruce and Alfred …. Sweet Little Barbara is double stuffed

Poison’s chemicals had abandoned all the rules, reduced to their most base desires, Bruce and Alfred had a willing accomplice!

Normally Alfred would have never been here, let alone doing something so debaucherous to the young lady he knew was Master Dick’s crush…

Even Bruce, a man whose sexual appetite had very few limits, would have refrained from the virtuous daughter of a good friend who was the object of desire of his ward.

And they most definitely desired.

“Sir do you mind if I take teh cunt….” He looked at Barbara, “Oh not you my dear, your pussy I mean, it has been such a long time… I believe Bruce will be much more experienced in fucking your ass!”

Bruce was the one who noticed Barbara’s reaction to the words, and as Alfred got into position, lying on his back his old, yet extremely hard and impressive cock, standing straight up. Bruce whispered into her ear, ‘He didn’t offend, did he? You liked it…It’s okay Barbara… I like you as a cunt too… a sexy little slut who wants to be used… Let us use you!”

Bruce told her to speared while he lowered her, his strength incredible, slowly letting Alfred slip up inside, finding resistance, and then pushing through.

“Yes sir…” She moaned, looking at Alfred as she felt him take her. Bruce pressed her down further, watching her move her hips, adjusting, taking, and after the brief pain, clearly enjoying. “Good girl… that‘s a very good little… CUNT!”

“Oh Sir, I think I just, we just…”. Again Bruce chuckled, “We certainly did.”

Bruce was a dominant, and young Barbara a natural submissive, in many ways the perfect pair!

“Fuuuuccckk!” She whimpered, biting her lip.

”That good?” Work it Barbara, enjoy it… and then I’ll join you…” He watched her work as he reached for some lube, and dabbed it onto his hand, coating his finger, and as Barbara rose up and down, and Alfred pistoned his hips up, driving his old cock deep inside her cunt… he ran his finger to rim her asshole, and slip inside.

He slathered the lube up and down his massive prick, enjoying watching how the young girl moved. Only then did he position himself behind her. He pulled her hair to the side and took his teeth and lightly bit her ear. He gripped his cock and teased his lubed tip to her virgin asshole, “Are you ready cunt… can you handle both of us… “ This was so fucking wrong and so fucking hot… and then he pushed his tip inside Barbara Gordon’s, virgin, young ass!

 

[LitShark]

Joker and Harley - Totalitarian Love and the Black Mask Complex

“HA!” Harley didn’t believe that for a second.”I have a better shot at being hired as Arkham’s Psychologist, Psychiatrist or whatever than you do at being voted in as mayor. The cute detective was ready to kill your ass if she wasn’t too scared to be killed herself.”

Joker snarled at her derision. He didn’t deserve it.

Maybe he couldn’t win an election, but there was more than one way to enact political revolution—more specifically, a military coup. It happened all the time. Guns move in—and then it becomes whatever kind of government the guns said it was. “Totalitarian” always had the nicest ring to it, so satisfyingly complete.

If Joker took over City Hall, he could declare Gotham a sovereign nation. Being a bridge-and-tunnel city, it was highly defensible—especially if he could rally support from within the GCPD. Still, first he had to take the high tower.

“I’ll show you…” Joker muttered under his breath, humorlessly.

The shredded tire kicked up a steady shower of sparks behind them as Joker veered into Downtown. It was kind of crazy how direct of a route Wayne Manor had to Downtown Gotham—but Joker just chalked it up to the fringe benefits of generational legacy building.

Must be nice.

The stolen car skidded to a stop outside of the Black Mask nightclub.

“Time to pay your old pal Romey a visit. Refrain from pissing me off in there and I might just let him keep his blood inside his body for a while longer.” Joker was still pissed off.

There was no love lost between Harley and Roman Sionis, but there were rumors that the two had shared a brief but torrid romantic entanglement. He was gauging her reaction as he strode toward the entrance.

“Joker!” The shocked bouncer gasped.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” wink, click, click, finger guns, “where’s the owner of this greasy spoon?”

Joker shouted over the music which cut off abruptly as the DJ caught sight of the resurrected Clown Prince of Crime.

“My God! It’s true.” Roman stood up from his VIP booth near the stage, “Joker resurrected! And Harley Quinn, too. Welcome to my club. What can I do for my old friends?”

The mask was off, he was making a play at being magnanimous.

“I need guns and I need men.”

“You’ve come to the right place. Step into my office…” Roman gave Harley a rather presumptuous swat on her backside as he led them off the main floor and into his private suites, overlooking the club from behind black tinted glass.

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara, Bruce, and Alfred

And a little bit of Dick and Pam in between

“Good girl… that‘s a very good little… CUNT!”

She’d only heard words like this in porn that she would watch when her dad wasn’t home. Barbara certainly hadnt thought it would be as arousing as it was in person.

Alfred didnt offend her but this was still too new for her, all of it. Not to mention, she thought her first time would be with Dick not Bruce.

Was she wrong to have gone through with this? She didn’t linger too long on those thoughts, especially when Bruce teased her ass.

Barbara moaned when Bruce eventually slammed into her after teasing her asshole with his finger. It hurt but in a good way, such a good way.

“Bruuuce, Alredddd….” She whimpered for both of them. She moved against both of them, back and forth. Back and forth. In and out, harder and faster.

She felt her pussy tightly grip Alfred’s cock as all of their moans filled the room. It was definitely a night to remember.

“Fuck, fuck fuuuuuck! Im cummiiiii—“ her voice caught in the back of her throat as her orgasm rushed through her. How many had she had tonight? Did it matter?

Barbara cried out again as Alfred came inside of her pussy and Bruce came inside her ass a few minutes later.

They all collapsed on Bruce’s bed at some point.

When Barbara woke up the next morning she flushed glancing to her left and right. Alfred on one side and Bruce on the other.

She only vaguely remembered bits and pieces. She couldn’t recall how it had happened just that she somehow ended up being thoroughly fucked for the first time by two older men instead of Dick.

Fuck. Had he noticed she had left him alone for so long?

No. That woman Pamela whatever had been with him but surely he wouldn’t have betrayed her like…like she’d just done to him. Getting up and detangling herself from both men she grabbed her clothes and put them back on as best as she could.

She hurried to Dick’s room to apologize. It was like they’d all been drugged or something.
The door was closed. Taking a deep breath pushed it open. “Dick, I….” Barbara blinked a few times seeing the older red head tangled in Dick.

“What are you doing?” She whispered hoarsely. “I mean who are you…” her voice trailed off as she felt her heart crack. No shatter. Sure, she hadn’t been any better. She’d just gotten out of bed with two men but he was supposed to wait for her.
“Nevermind. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You could come join us little Barbie…” Pamela cooed as her hand trailed down Dick’s muscular abs.

Barbara let out a sound that sounded more like a squeak and rushed out. She hurried down the stairs and then past the table of gifts, spotting hers on the floor shattered to pieces. The glass robin she’d bought him.

Should she question why there was an unconcious police officer on the ground. She only recognized her because of the times she had gone to work with her dad.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley and Joker




Harley and Joker and their new old friends

“I’ll show you…” he’d muttered.


Harley should’ve been scared. The tone in his voice usually provoked such emotions but she wasn’t feeling it this time. That was good, that meant she was growing up.

“Time to pay your old pal Romey a visit. Refrain from pissing me off in there and I might just let him keep his blood inside his body for a while longer.”

Harley’s brow creased in confusion. Why were they goin to see him? Wow, she hadn’t seen Romey since…fuck, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him. Whether the rumors about her and Roman had been true or not — well, she liked to keep the world guessin.
She liked to keep Mistah J guessin because he’d always been so territorial.

“My God! It’s true.” Roman stood up from his VIP booth near the stage, “Joker resurrected! And Harley Quinn, too. Welcome to my club. What can I do for my old friends?”

Harley jolted, jumping slightly when Roman smacked her ass. Her eyes narrowed some. She didn’t say anything though as the boys talked guns and men. “Since I lost my bat can I get another one?” She asked Joker. This might not have been the place to ask but she felt… useless. She didn’t like that, not one bit. Hopefully he wasn’t still being a sour puss from her words earlier.

 

[Homerun2611]

Shame Thy Name is Morning …. Or Waking Up to Remember and Repent .. and Forget!!!

Bruce awoke groggy and confused, turning his head, blinking, the prior night came thundering back. He looked down, naked, there was a combination of lipstick stains, and dried cum on his cock. The night had started so promising, a woman from long ago, Selina Kyle, had left too quickly.

Then the interruption from Raz, the offer he couldn’t refuse. He rolled his neck, the rest was blurrier, only then did he look over and see his man servant in all his morning glory. “Jesus Christ Alfred, cover that thing up, what in the hell are you doing?”

It was only then Bruce looked around and realized, it wasn’t Alfred that was in the wrong room, but Bruce himself. Then and only then did the three way with Barbara come back to him. “FUCKKK!!!!”

Alfred hadn’t heard Bruce’s first declaration but he heard the second. In nearly thirty years Alfred could count the times Bruce had awoken befor him on one hand, and yet … He blinked two or three or .. six times. “Oh my heavens!”

There had been many, many occassions that Alfred had seen Bruce naked, from the time he was a baby up until now, Bruce always slept nude. However, until this very moment, well the previous night, Bruce had never seen Alfred. “I’m so embarrassed Sir, what …”

Unfortunately, Alfred began to remember, “Oh Dear, Ms Gordon, did we …” Bruce was nodding his head. “Yes we did, every way possible.” For as Bruce remembered the night, little Barbara had put on quite the show, a nearly insatiable need to be taken every, and he did mean EVERY way possible!

”What about Master Dick?” The old man was ashamed, ashamed for taking advantage of the girl, although it was quite consensual, and for betraying who he knew was young Dick’s true love. Bruce was gruff, “Alfred we were clearly drugged, I don’t know how, but we were. So I hope we can avoid the conversation entirely, but if not, we tell the truth.”

Bruce began looking around, finding an old robe of his that Alfred was monogramming, and putting it on. “I have to find out what all the fuck happened here last night.”

The reality was it was barely past sunrise, teh only person who had been up and about was Barbara who had walked in on her greatest nightmare. Young Dick had heard her, and given Pamela a look of a deer directly looking into headlights, which in this instance were Pamela’s high beams. “No you didn’t interrupt … “ Was the only retort Dick could give before he watched the door close and felt Pamela pull him back into her clutches. He was in no position to protest, he would have to track down Barbara later when he had some idea what he was about to say.

Dick was 18 and just gotten laid for the very first time, so when he say Pamela’s perfect tits and erect nipples staring him in the face, felt her leg sweep over and around him, and felt her hand guide his head to her nipple all he could do was grin. “Oh … are these for me?!?!”

Naked beneath his robe Bruce began to storm tbrough Wayne Manor. It was a catastrophe, people every were, in naked or near naked piles, as he saw his phone and the warning from Raz. He fired back, “Call me please, what the fuck happened…”

As he typed he nearly stumbled over Detective Stowe. He leaned down and shook her awake, “I won’t ask how you got here Detective, but I see you suffered from the same toxins we all did? I need your help, I want to know what happened?”

Bruce agreed to go up and shower and meet Miss Stowe back here in ten minutes, giving her a few minutes to put herself together. But when he went to his bedroom he saw teh open safe, the missing train, and the pair of panties left as a parting gift …..

 

[LitShark]

Joker, Harley, Black Mask and the False Face Society: Fighting City Hall

It was just after dawn when Colin Greeves arrived for the shift change at City Hall. The lavish, bookmatched stone lobby echoed from the sound of Colin’s wingtip shoes. Colin clapped his hands loudly to wake Kevin, who had obviously been sleeping through the last hour of his shift. Kevin made a yelp sound and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m up!” Kevin shouted as he jolted awake.

“Sure you are. Don’t worry, I’m no rat,” Colin reassured his partner as he took the keys from the other security guard, “did you catch that Knight’s game last night?”

“Humph. Goddamn quarterback must be color blind. Keeps throwing to the wrong color jerseys.”

“Well, at least we’ll get a high draft pick. That Stone kid at GU seems like a world beater.”

“Ah, they’ll find a way to fuck it up somehow. The owner has his head perpetually up his ass.”

As the two guards casually discussed sports, a line of black SUVs pulled up and swiftly surrounded the front of City Hall. Colin and Kevin were so engrossed by their coffee and football talk that they didn’t even notice the dozen or so heavily armed soldiers who piled out of the tinted vehicles. Using hand signals, one signaled the others who fired smoke grenades from the grenade launchers mounted to their assault rifles.

“Well, I’m going to stay optimistic about the Knights, I—” Colin was interrupted by the profound shattering of glass as grenades were fired through double-pane, floor-to-ceiling windows.

Both Colin and Kevin were instantly seized in coughing fits as the acrid smoke assaulted their eyes and lungs. The soldiers all wore full-face gas-masks, so they were unaffected.

“Lie down and surrender, or you fucking die!” the lead soldier shouted through the smoke.

Laser sights cut through the smoke like red sabers of light and heavy, tactical boots echoed in the lavish lobby. While Colin surrendered right away, Kevin must have still been half asleep because he fired off two unaimed shots into the smoke and got instantly lit up by suppressed assault rifles. His chest practically exploded.

“Lobby, clear.” The voice could be heard speaking into a headset as Colin’s wrists were secured with a dense zip tie.

More boots on expensive stone tiles marched past as a crude ventilator was mounted over Colin’s face. The elevator dinged and the soldiers seemed to jump to attention.

Joker took a moment to open the large golf umbrella before he exited the SUV, as it was after dawn and his new… condition made it difficult to endure direct sunlight. The golf umbrella was procured from the sporting goods store that Joker had insisted they knock over on the way so that Harley could get a new bat. Or bats for that matter.

He still wanted her to realize that this was all for her.

A frank and sincere conversation could have resolved the whole thing—but somehow the idea of overthrowing a municipal city government was less daunting for Joker. At least things seemed better between them, carrying out a caper, making an entrance down a red carpet made of blood—it was just like old times.

He offered her his arm as they made their way through the gas, glass and blood, making their way toward the elevators, wearing clear, plexiglass face-masks to defend them against the gas without disguising their faces.

Joker and Harley took the elevator to the governor’s residential floors while Roman and his men took measures to secure the lobby against the inevitable siege from police. At least the security guard would give them some leverage as a hostage.

BOOM!

The Magnum bullet from Joker’s revolver practically turned the Secret Service agent inside out from this range, the high velocity bullet tearing through his Kevlar armor like warm piss through snow.

“Oh, Stonefellow!” Joker called out for the governor, “I think we’d better have a little chat.”

Joker glanced over to Harley.

“Round up the family as gently as you can. Once they’re all together, I’m sure he’ll be all too happy to deputize me the new governor.”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Stowe – Wayne Manor


One fucking nerve. Just ONE. Right behind my god damned left eye, throbbing like it was in some sort of mega-drum solo. Pressing fingers didn’t help, shoving the heel of my hand did ease it off a bit, but FUCK! My head hurt, mouth tasted like dead dry ass and for some reason my ears were ringing. No idea how long I sat here on the marble floor, piles of .. everything? Yeah, every damned thing I could think of was all around me, including my holstered gun and badge. Where was my shirt? No idea.

Male feet, bare and a deep voice above me, but fuck if I can lift my damned head to address the voice speaking. He knows me? A pair of hands have my upper arms and pull me up, a wince at the light and squinting at the dark stubbled face of one Bruce Wayne identified the voice. … Did I say FUCK out loud yet? His hands got my BARE arms, glad my bra is still on at least. “Toxins..” Great, I am a fucking parrot now, great!

“Oh.. I don’t feel so good..” A soft whisper, I doubt I even spoke it out loud. My stomach rolling, he’s unhanded me, saying something and marching off with this look of determination, or was it constipation, on his face. Ten minutes, I heard that much. Bent over, head looking at the floor, both my hands are braced to knees as I breathe deeper and try to settle my stomach a bit more. It’s a damned nightmare playing in my head right now.

“Fu…” I stop there, glancing around, someone could hear me, and ethics committees are not my thing. Last thing I need to add to this cluster fuck is I.A. on my ass. SHIT! Did I really … Upright and looking around, it’s clear to me that what happened last night was NOT some psycho fueled … YES! Yes it fucking was! That damned Psycho murdered I don’t know how many people last night! And what did I do? Bring him here! Here of all stupid places!

I need to think, I need to think hard and fast and get some shit in order in my throbbing brain of mine before the questions start pouring out of my superior’s mouths! Shit Shit SHIT! Alright, so fact numero- uno.. He’s a FUCKING vampire! Okay. That is some heavy scary shit, and I sound worse than ten sailors on leave! Panic. That’s what is causing this string of curses in every damn thought. Heart attack inducing panic! And at my age! So he isn’t dead, and very much alive… and we will leave off the salami slide episode straight outta porn movie three-way scene, blame the .. what did Wayne say? … Toxins…

Alright so, had to take him with me or risk him running free in the city, but why Wayne manor? Ah, Gordon was supposed to be here last night, right? Found out his condition but not who brought him back… Had something to do with the docks, didn’t it? It’s unclear, so … No, no.. he was in the district when I found him and those bodies. It is all such a haze, and every time I try to think further, all I see is Harley’s face and.. and..

“Detective Stowe?” Someone had been calling my name, watching me stand center of the foyer, badge in one hand, gun in the other, looking off at nothing, well… maybe that bent fork? Obviously I was off in some other space, not paying too much attention to my name being called. I glance up and look around for the source of call.

I need a tooth brush.. Scope too. Like ten gallons of it, maybe blood work too? Can I catch things from a dead psycho clown’s cock?? I am so not googling for that answer!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Selina Kylee - Gotham City Library (basement)

Such a fool, Selina. A fool and an idiot too. What had I been thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t doing so clearly. I just.. GAH! Fists slam down on an old book as I sit here in a silent empty storage space, trying to decide what I will try and restore today, and I can’t think. Nothing important, nothing beyond the stupidity of last night. I could have stayed, enjoyed the party, danced with Bruce and had a pleasant night and a memory to last the years. Maybe even a stolen kiss or two on some dark patio or balcony… instead I fled like a coward, got pissy in the limousine and then let HER loose!

Taunting Wayne, and … stealing! Stealing from the most powerful and richest man in Gotham! What the hell was I thinking!? I left my damned panties! If he doesn’t figure it out by the end of day, I may just NOT go to prison. Well… I mean, it was a wooden train, had no real value…

Glancing around, a held breath released with relief. Good, I am still alone here. This yin and yang.. Is? No. More like Jekyll and Hyde, only my Jekyll is a damned librarian mouse! Amused for a moment at that thought. Cat and mouse, anyone? Ah, the bliss of silence and being alone. I can chuckle at my own inner musings and not get odd little stares. I went to bed last night with a smirk and now today, every little shadow has me jumping in fear of being hauled off to jail over a stupid wooden train engine.

Why? I’ve stolen information, didn’t bat an eye about it. Millions in diamonds, slept like a babe! Gold, money, watches and pearls… Of course, none of those things were a well-worn little train piece with hand carved, sloppy and very child-like initials dug into its belly. No, this item is very personal and well loved. This train needs to be returned too before I am arrested. No idea the fool’s thought in my head last night, maybe it was hormones driving me to pick at the flesh of THE Wayne mogul?

Smug little rich man. Eyes on the pages, blurred words ignored and the love of books is the last thing on my mind today. Lately… Not sure what book I have under my fists, but it doesn’t deserve this kind of BDSM. Closing the cover and picking It up with better care than it was just given, I move through the library basement to the far stairs and go into another small sealed room. “I will save the spanks and chains for someone else..” fingers lovingly caress spine, reading over the word TWAIN in faded gold lettering running it’s back.

Tonight, I will let HER loose and return that little engine that could back to it’s .. owner.