Corrupting Joke (~Closed for PrincessSexci~)

[Vagrant]

~ This thread is closed for myself and princesssexci ~

Harley had found a way to play the ultimate joke on the world. It was the greatest. The Joker was still laughing about it almost 2 weeks after she had died in a car crash. What made it so funny? She wasn't even doing anything! She wasn't robbing a bank or trying to evade the cops, or even on her way to play a trick on old Bat Brain! She wasn't even in costume as Harley Quinn! She was just running some errands like the normal boring people out there! With all she'd done, both with him and without, you'd think that karma would have her run afoul of something in her life of crime. But no, that was the joke.

Not only had Harley played such a magnificent joke on everyone, The Joker had of course just made it better! He stole the body so that nobody knew she was dead. So every day someone would wonder Is this the day Harley Quinn comes back? It was so hilarious!

But that left him without a maniacal little helper and he had to admit that he had grown used to her presence at his side and her help in his schemes. So of course the best solution was to find another Harley. And that's when he had the best idea yet. The Joker couldn't help but cackle as he looked down on the room that currently held his recently arrived guest. He didn't have to find a new Harley, he could make one! "Oh Joker you old trickster, this is your best one yet! Even old Batsy will find it hilarious! Heeehehehehehe!"

He descended the stairs and opened the door to the room to reveal the lithe form of Batgirl chained to the wall, her utility belt removed and tossed in the corner. "Hello Batbabe! I hope you don't mind I had to take you off the board for a little while. With Batbrain gone to wherever he's gone off too you were the only one that could stop my newest heist. So just relax and in a few days when I've robbed a bank or two, I'll let you go. Sound good?" He grinned at her maniacally.

Of course that was only part of the truth, her capture wasn't so that he could rob a couple banks, the robberies were a smokescreen to keep her from finding out what he was really after. Her.

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara or bat girl exactly sure how she managed to get captured by the The Joker yet here she was handcuffed to the ceiling she the joker was cackling insanely to himself. “There is nothing funny about this. When Batman finds you he’s going to....”

To what?

Even she knew Batman was against killing even for the sake of good. She’d watched him time and time again battle within himself to define what was good and evil, what strategy was right and wrong.

“He’s going to stop you.” She finished and the crazy thing about this whole situation was that this was over robbing a fucking bank. That was all he wanted? Seriously? The Joker was infamous for everything and had moved past robbing banks at this point... unless there was something else he wanted.

That had to be it but she wasn’t sure what. “What are you up to Joker?” She sneered,”Robbing banks seems a bit below your pay grade now, don’t you think?”

 

[Vagrant]

The Joker cackled hysterically as she tried to figure out what he was up to. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. All these lovely toys don't come free you know! But perhaps you're right, and perhaps banks are a bit beneath me. But that really all depends on which bank, and what's in it, don't you think?"

It was important that she not figure out the truth of her capture. That she was the prize after all.

Though he wasn't exactly lying when he said he needed the cash, either. He had spent a lot of his money on developing a new Joker Gas that was going to be pivotal for the setup of this joke. It would make the victim highly suggestible while under it's effects, but not consciously remember anything that happened while under the influence. That was going to be key to pulling off this prank. It wasn't going to be enough to turn Batgirl into Harley Quinn. That would almost be no challenge at all. No, the fun was going to be in starting the ball rolling and watching her do it to herself!

And there would be nothing she or Batman could do to stop him!

"I love our little chats as always, Batslut! But I have other more entertaining things to be doing." He left the room once again still laughing.

He left her alone for a couple hours before he started to pump the new and improved Joker Gas into the room she was occupying. It was bright green, so he knew there was no chance of hiding it from her, but he hoped that while she was under the effects, he could tell her to forget ever seeing it.

Once she was fully drugged and reeling from the gas, he walked into the room once again. He wasn't wearing a gas mask or anything because of course he was immune to his own toxin. It was named after him after all!

"Batgirl, can you hear me? Are you in there?"

 

[princesssexci]

He wasn’t telling her anything and that was frustrating. She struggled against the cuffs as he walked out cackling. The room began to fill with bright neon green has causing her cough loudly and inhale it. She was getting dizzy god so dizzy.

Where was Batman? Why hadn’t he come to save her? She struggled against the handcuffs more pulling at them. “AGGGGGGGHGGGGG “ she screamed in frustration.

More gas more coughing, a little bit of giggling. Laughing gas of course! That was his end game, he was planning to kill her with laughing gas. Too much oxytocin and all that Jazz.

"Batgirl, can you hear me? Are you in there?"

“Who....who is there?” She said in between coughs and giggles. “W-what do you want?”

 

[Vagrant]

"It's your old pal the Joker, of course!" He said with a laugh as she giggled. "Just relax and breathe in all this wonderful gas. It won't hurt you. It's just going to make our conversation a bit more fun. And that's what I'm all about. Having Fun!"

The setup for this gag wasn't going to be done any time soon, so he knew he had to be patient. She would help him eventually, but for now she would need to be led by the nose to where he wanted her to go.

"Now, Batgirl... While you're all nice and happy from breathing in my lovely green gas, I'm going to tell you some things... and you're going to believe them completely. If I say the sky is green, you'll forget it was ever blue. Is that clear?"

He walked through the gas back and forth in front of her, while she continued to breathe it in.

"First thing's first. You're not going to worry about getting rescued or escaping my clutches. I told you I would let you go, unharmed when I was finished with my schemes, and I'll do exactly that. There's no reason for you to worry about getting away. Second, when you're not under the effects of my gas, like you are now, you'll forget that there ever was any gas in this room. All you'll remember is that you stayed here in your cell, and were very bored."

That should do it for the first phase of his plan.

"Now... this next part is very important, so I want you to listen to me very closely. You aren't alone in your head, are you. There's another voice in there with you. It's very quiet right now, but it's there. Listening and watching everything you do. This other voice sounds a lot like Harley Quinn. Can you hear that other voice Batgirl?"

 

[princesssexci]

"Just relax and breathe in all this wonderful gas. It won't hurt you. It's just going to make our conversation a bit more fun. And that's what I'm all about. Having Fun!"

Barbara knew better. She shouldn’t trust him he was the joker, THE JOKER. He was the clown of everyone’s nightmares in the city of Gotham.

Inhale. Exhale.

She burst into another fit of giggles. She really should stop breathing.

In the gas that is. Or maybe just stop breathing all together. Would her face turn purple? Or blue? Purple? Or...

She giggled again.

Inhale. Exhale. Oh shit, he was talking again.

"Now, Batgirl... While you're all nice and happy from breathing in my lovely green gas, I'm going to tell you some things... and you're going to believe them completely. If I say the sky is green, you'll forget it was ever blue. Is that clear?"

“Got it, pink sky’s black grass. Wait that’s not right...” she laughed again because even though that wasn’t at all what he said, it was funny as Hell.

Inhale. Exhale. Another laugh.

Blah blah blah something about not being rescued because she didn’t need it. Of course she didn’t need it, she was fucking bat...

Inhale, exhale, giggle...

"Now... this next part is very important, so I want you to listen to me very closely. You aren't alone in your head, are you. There's another voice in there with you. It's very quiet right now, but it's there. Listening and watching everything you do. This other voice sounds a lot like Harley Quinn. Can you hear that other voice Batgirl?"

“What other voice? You’re the only one here silly!”

‘Yeah, what voice? It’s just you, me, and mistah.....’ the rest of it was all fumbled up in her head as she inhaled and exhaled again, giggled then shook her head. No it was just her and the joker.

‘And me!’

Inhale. Exhale, giggle.

And her. Wait, what?

 

[Vagrant]

"I may be the only one here... but it's a bit crowded there!" He laughed as he tapped on her forehead with his index finger.

"Now!" He said suddenly, once again getting serious. "I have some things to tell that other voice in your head, Batgirl. SO you can go to sleep and not listen to a bit of what we have to talk about. It's a secret, you know!"

Once he was fairly confident that Batgirl had done as he asked and let him talk to this new voice in her head, he smiled widely. "Ok... you don't just sound like Harley Quinn, you are Harley Quinn. At least as far as you're concerned. You've been keeping quiet in Batbabe's head for a long time, only coming out from from time to time, but we're going to change that. Why? Because it's going to be so much fun to drive Batbabe crazy! So here's the plan..." He paused for a moment to break out into a fit of giggles.

"We're going to spend the next few days making you stronger and stronger inside her head so that she can't push you away very easily, or for long. But, I want you to lay low and stay quiet for at least 2 weeks. I don't want her to put two and two together and figure out that you and I are in cahoots! Oh I love that word, cahoots! You're going to watch and learn everything there is to know about her, both in the bat suit and out of it. And from now on, if she has a chance to try to fight me, or foil my plans, you're going to make sure she pulls her punches, and messes something up. But only for me and my schemes. Every other criminal is fair game."

After that he put both of them to sleep, and unchained Batgirl from the wall. A ratty old mattress was brought in and placed in the corner for her to sleep on, but before he did that, he stripped her of her costume and took it with him, leaving only her cowl and any underwear she may have had on.

He wasn't planning to do anything with her just yet. No, he wanted her awake and willing... at least one of her would be willing, before he fucked her. No, he wanted her costume so that he could make a Harley Quinn outfit that had the same measurements.

The next day she was fed, and allowed to relieve herself, Joker explained that he merely wanted to help her, so he sent her suit to be cleaned. He returned it to her later that evening.

Every evening for the next 5 days, she was once again subjected to the gas and the Joker's evil schemes. He strengthened the idea that Harley Quinn was another personality in her mind, and that it was sometimes hard to determine which of them had more control. He wanted it to be almost impossible for Batgirl to be able to ignore Harley when she wanted to be heard.

But he also had instructions and truths to impart on Harley as well. He told her that she was created in Batgirl's head when she became intensely sexually attracted to Batman, and when that went unrequited, she found herself transferring that attraction to the Joker. Harley was created when she couldn't bring herself to act on her attraction and still live by her moral code, but she didn't want to give up either. The solution was to create a version of herself that didn't have that moral code and repress any memory of the attraction she felt, or that other self.

Each time she was dosed with the gas Joker again instructed her to forget that there was ever any gas, or anything strange about her captivity. She would remember only that she was locked in a room for 5 days and then released.

True to his word, on the fifth day the door to her cell unlocked. The building was deserted when she exited the room, with only her utility belt and a black duffel bag on a table across from the door.

Harley had been instructed to make sure she took the duffel bag with her when she left and not look inside. It was only later that night that Harley was to take control for a little while that the bag was to be opened. Inside was a Harley Quinn costume, and her orders were to stash it in the same place as her batgirl costume, though in a place that Batgirl never looked.

 

[princesssexci]

Everything that the Joker said seemed to swirl around in Batgirls head. Of course later on she wouldn’t remember. In fact the next few times she was visited by the Joker all she remembered was being knocked out for most of the time and then fed and then released into Gotham City.

And every time she was naked or almost naked.

And then the voice, each time there was a tiny voice that rang in her head and now after two weeks it was louder and louder.

Not to mention Bruce was starting to look way less attractive and the Joker whenever she saw photo ops of him in the newspaper committing a crime, her thoughts went wayward.

I’d love him ta tie me up sometime...

The voice said as she sat in her dining room foyer. She frowned and looked around. That...was someone in the house?

Oh calm down it’s just you batsy girl and me of course which is you...

No that wasn’t her. Barbara was just Batgirl and after the one fling she’d had with Batman she’d even considered retiring as Batgirl there was nothing in it for her anymore.

Oh please you think that idea came to you on your own. You can’t be both batgirl and Harley Quinn, sweetcheeks.

“I’m not Harley Quinn though.” Barb said as if there were someone else in the room.

Oh yeah, then why is her costume in your closet?

“Her costume isn’t in my closet. I’m just clearly not getting enough sleep.” barb made her way to her closet and saw a box right above her batgirl costume. It wasn’t a familiar one, it had black and red checker designs on it. She pulled it down and she slowly opened it.

“Holy shit...”

Told ya...

The costume was the classic Harley Quinn black and red catsuit with a lower cut than usual and bat to go with it.

“This has got to be some kind of mistake.”

 

[Vagrant]

Since the Joker had intentionally avoided finding out Batgirl's secret identity, he was unable to track her down to where she lived. But that was ok. It would make the game all the more fun.

So Instead, he had to draw her out as Batgirl. It had been 2 weeks since he had let her go from his nefarious clutches. If things had gone to plan, which of course he had no doubt that they had, she wouldn't suspect that anything odd had happened while she was his prisoner. But only time would tell if he was correct.

The past several nights had seen the Joker and his henchmen robbing jewelry stores, replaces the stolen diamond rings with Ring Pops, the joke being that the displays still in fact contained rings though not anywhere near the same value.

Of course the point was to draw out Batslut, so the fact that they had gotten away from the previous 3 stores before anyone spotted them was frustrating. Fortunately, on the 4th night, some of Gotham's finest finely caught them in the act.

As the Bat Signal went on, The Joker and his crew were leading the police on a merry chase through the streets of Gotham, laughing and cackling as they went. It was only a matter of time before BatBabe made an appearance.

 

[princesssexci]

As the bat signal flashed in the sky, Barb pressed her lips together tightly. She’d heard her father talking to Bruce or rather Batman about the Jokers latest heists taking expensive rings and replacing them with ring pops which was utterly ridiculous.

Are ya kidding me? go check it out, I bet the look on ya dads face is PRICELESS

Barbara shook her head and went to her closet. As her hand accidentally hit the Harley Quinn suit, she shook her head again. She was not Harley. She couldn’t be Harley. She instead pushed past the red and black costume and grabbed the bat suit.

Aww that’s no fun. You’d—we’d probably look way better in black and red

“SHUT UP!” She screamed at...no one. She put her bat suit on and then headed out to the city and to one of the jewelry stores Mistah J—The Joker had hit.

She stepped inside past the yellow tape, Batman had text her and told her he was looking another store and to look for any clues.

Just like Batsy to call the shots. Who does he even think he is. He wasn’t even a good lay..

 

[Vagrant]

An announcement came over the police scanner saying that Joker and his goons have been spotted at an address that was pretty close to where Batgirl was investigating the crime scene.

Batman texted her and told her to go help the GCPD while he tried to find out what the Joker's ultimate plan was. He must have a need for these diamonds for some reason.

When Batgirl caught up with him, he was alone carrying the bag of loot they had stolen that night. The GCPD had their hands full dealing with his thugs that had scattered at his order. Some would get arrested, but he knew most would get away. As for him, he had his prize right in front of him.

"Oh no! It's Batsybabe! Whatever shall I do? You caught me!" He was really hamming it up, acting very over the top. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot since we last saw each other. Remember, when you were a guest in my home? Well, maybe not home... hideout? Oh oh! I know, Dungeon!" He cackled maniacally. "After all, I finally got to see your body without that terribly unflattering suit you insist on wearing!"

He grinned at her. "Don't worry, I didn't take off your cowl to find out who you really are when you're not trying to be your best impression of what that mean old Batman wants you to be."

He looked her up and down. Her suit was form fitting, but it was far bulkier than he felt was appropriate. "Anyway, you must get terribly hot in that thing, all hot and sweaty... don't you want to let your skin breathe? Like Power slut! She has that lovely little hole to display her cleavage. I think that would work for you too, don't you?"

Of course leave it to the Joker to meander into fashion advice when confronted with someone who was intent on seeing him brought to justice.

 

[princesssexci]

"Oh no! It's Batsybabe! Whatever shall I do? You caught me!"

The joker was making a huge show of it all. It figured, he was such a show off. A really cute show—she blinked a few times. Focus she HAD to focus. He was saying something to her. Something important... something she needed to hear.

After all, I finally got to see your body without that terribly unflattering suit you insist on wearing!"

He grinned at her. "Don't worry, I didn't take off your cowl to find out who you really are when you're not trying to be your best impression of what that mean old Batman wants you to be."

He ain’t wrong, Batsy is kinda mean to us.

Batgirl cleared her throat,”Don’t toy with me, Jokah...” she hesitated,”Joker. You’re under arrest anything you say will be held against you.”

When he cackled again and then went on to talk she fumed. Was he ignoring her completely?! He was cause he kept talking.

"Anyway, you must get terribly hot in that thing, all hot and sweaty... don't you want to let your skin breathe? Like Power slut! She has that lovely little hole to display her cleavage. I think that would work for you too, don't you?"

“What?” She blinked a few times almost as if she felt herself slipping, “like right here?” She pushed her finger against the leather cat suit. “I dunno, I like to leave a little mystery...”

eep! He’s totally hittin on ya can’t ya tell? Mistah j is lettin ya know he wants to see more of ya tits you dumbass...

“Is that what you want, Joker? You want to see my tits?”

Why was she suddenly feeling slightly aroused by the idea of him wanting to see her tits?

 

[Vagrant]

He couldn't help but grin lecherously as she asked him if he wanted to see her tits. The fact she said tits rather than breasts was such a turn on.

"Of course I do sweetcheeks! You've got a really nice pair there and it's such an awful shame to cover them up like you do. It's practically a crime!"

The word crime seemed to cause him to remember that she had just tried to arrest him. "Speaking of crimes, did you really just say I'm under arrest? Oh that's so funny... Batbabe, you aren't the police! You're just a criminal like me! You and Batman both!" He giggled uncontrollably.

"It's true! You're all dressed up in a leather fetish outfit beating up criminals all night! Last I checked, being a vigilante wasn't just frowned upon, it's actually illegal! Batbore is just like me, he just tries to hide it... and you... you're just like Harley! You're his criminal sidekick just like she's mine... but I promise you, she gets to have a lot more fun. In costume and out... if you know what I mean." He winks at her.

"But I tell ya what. Since I'm such a nice guy and I'm feeling generous I'm going to let have the loot from tonight's heist. At least what I've got with me right now. My men have the rest of it."

He tossed the bag to land at her feet. "You take that, and turn it in and get your jollies that way, and maybe Batbore will give you a smile... maybe. But before you turn it in, maybe you should take a few sparkly things for yourself. After all, I think you've earned it, don't you? You work so hard to please someone unpleasable...you deserve something shiny. And how can anyone blame you if there's some missing? Maybe I pocketed some before I dropped the bag... maybe another goon had a smaller bag with what's missing... nobody can blame you... it's barely a crime. You're not stealing anything, they're already stolen!"

 

[princesssexci]

Batgirl rolled her eyes because his response about wanting to see her tits was such a guy response. She was used to men sexualizing her hero alias. She’d seen every fan art made of her. It was sickening really. And then there was another part of that got a little thrill from it.

Told ya he wants to see your tits.


"Speaking of crimes, did you really just say I'm under arrest? Oh that's so funny... Batbabe, you aren't the police! You're just a criminal like me! You and Batman both!"

“No you’re lying! “ there was no way they were villains. She was the daughter of the Gotham Poluce chief. She was fucking bat girl. He was just trying to get under her skin. If anyone was looking at her and paying attention to her expressions they’d notice the worries expression.

“Y-you’re trying to distract me”

She stared at the bag of jewels he’d stolen in confusion. He was giving her gifts, stolen gifts but gifts none the less. She shook her head, no they weren’t gifts because they were stolen she couldn’t take one, she wouldn’t take one.

 

[Vagrant]

He watched her stare at the bag at her feet, frozen in confusion. His smile widened. "Go on... you've earned it. If not for you, I'd have gotten away with the loot. You're not a cop, you don't get paid to stop crimes. That means you should get a finder's fee. Getting some of the diamonds back is better than getting none of them back, right?"

He chuckled, as he almost always did. "I get it. You don't want me to see you take any. I get it. But you don't have to worry about anything. I won't think less of you. On the contrary, I'll think more of you. You'll be my favourite of you costumed crazies out there. Batslut is my favourite, I'll say. She can get me to turn over my ill gotten gains with just a smile and a wink, I'll say."

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara starwd down at the bag so many thoughts swirling in her head. Should she take it? No, no she was going to turn them into the police.

“Very funny, but I’m not buyin what you’re sellin. I’m gonna go take these to the cops where they belong.”

She picked up the heavy bag and walked out while more conflicting thoughts swirled around in her head like what if she just took one ring ONE ring. It’s not like it would be missed and Mistah J got em just for her. Well not really for her but..

“No...” she whispered as police sirens filled the air. She refused to do anything that would make The Joker right about her moral character. However after dropping off the bag of various jewelery when she woke up the next morning she had to ask herself why there was a diamond bracelet on her bedside.

“Oh Gordon what have you done?”

 

[Vagrant]

She wasn't entirely wrong when she thought that the Joker had gotten them just for her. His current crime spree was in fact all for her benefit. Or at least her benefit as he saw it. This grand scheme he was on, this greatest of great jokes, turning the great batgirl into a slutty version of herself crossed with Harley Quinn, was all he had going on right now. Every job he did was to further set up the punchline.

Over the next few weeks, the papers were full of headlines about the Joker's crimes. Sometimes lamenting how unsafe the city was, even with the Bat family to protect the people, and other times praising Batgirl for recovering some of the stolen property.

More often than not, The Joker made sure that he was confronted by Batgirl, though each time he had less and less of the take on him, and each time he encouraged her to take some of the spoils before turning the rest in to the GCPD. "You deserve to get paid for all the work you do Sweetcheeks. It's not Batman that always seems to find me. It's not Robin that turns in the stolen goods. It's you. So don't you deserve a reward? A present?"

All the while, Harley was in her head offering encouragement to take the stolen goods, and rationalization for having done so after the fact.

His latest job however was a bit different than the rest. Recently he had been hitting a lot of banks and jewelry stores, things that were easy to launder or fence. But tonight he had hit a chemical supply company warehouse to obtain the ingredients of one of his Joker Toxins. So when Batgirl found him yet again, he ordered his men to unload all but 2 of the 8 pallets of chemicals from the truck. "We'll say you interrupted us while we were unloading, and chased us off, won't we Batslut." He giggled. "But what are you going to do with chemicals like that? They're no fun without the Joker working his magic on them are they? So I tell you what. For your reward I'll give you these. "He handed her a couple boxes of green and purple candies that he had conveniently at hand. "You can either give these to Badbore and have him analyse them or whatever boring as shit he wants to do, or you can go home and eat a couple and have a very fun time... They're my gift to you, and you can do whatever you want with them. You could even say I made them especially for you." He winked at her and blew her a kiss.

 

[princesssexci]

The weeks went by quickly,Barbara would come home, relax, ignore the Harley sounding voice in her head, get the bat signal and a text from Batsy. She’d find the joker and he’d make some whip about how she found him again and how his plans were foiled...again and how she should take some of the spoils for herself since she’d done such a great job finding him....AGAIN.

She’d tell him no while the Harley Quinn voice in her head begged her to take just a little somethin somethin because while someone who could afford the jewels would buy them but they wouldn’t REALLY be appreciated. She’d scream at herself to stop thinking like that.....

And end up with a shopping bag (by the end of the three weeks of rings, necklaces, and bracelets all from the jewelery heists hidden behind the Harley Quinn suit. Barb was really starting to scare herself. It came to be much of a relief when the next batcall was not at a jewelery store.

Apparently, Mistah J was changing his tactics.

“Not Mistah J, Just Joker.” She quietly told herself as she pulled up to a chemical factory. It was odd but sooo like Mistah .... she shook her head. It was better not to finish that thought. Within the last few weeks a few changes had happened with her that Batsy had noticed and even commented on. The change in her bat suit with the low v cut showing off the tops of her breasts. While it had been the Jokers suggestion it had come in handy because most of the villains in Gotham seemed to be very distracted by her 32d sized tits.

“Stop right there Joker. Whatever you’re up to it’s not going to happen tonight.”

He made his speech and told her she could take the candy which was obviously toxic and eat some. She wasn’t planning on eating any of the candy. “Very funny. I’m not sure what you’re up to but it’s going to stop.”

 

[Vagrant]

"Of course it's going to stop, my sexy Batslut!" He had called her that several times now and she had yet to respond in any way that showed she took offense to that name. "After all, you're here to stop me once again!" He walked up to her and put his arm around her waist. "Have I told you how much I love the new suit? It fits you perfectly, and your tits are absolutely magnificent. I can just imagine how they look after a big fight, all sweaty and heaving..." He grinned and winked at her. "Of course there's something else that would get you all sweaty and chest heaving..."

A they walked away, his men kept loading up the chemicals, since he had Batgirl distracted.

"It seems like when ever I go out for some fun with my boys, you're there! Are you stalking me, Batbabe? Have you fallen hopelessly in love with me? I mean, I'd understand it if you had, I'm a pretty good catch!" He burst out laughing uproariously.

"But no, seriously, you take these..." He opened one of the pouches on her utility belt and slid the small boxes of candies inside. "If you really want to stop me, you'll take this to Batbutt and have him go all Detective on them and figure out an antidote... now, they're not deadly... they won't even make you sick. Being sick isn't fun, and you know I'm all about the fun, aren't I sweetcheeks?"

"But if you really don't want to stop me, which of course you do so there's no way you're going to be this much fun, you won't give them to the bat, and you'll enjoy them yourself. Just don't go operating any heavy machinery. It could be dangerous." He leaned in to her ear. "And I want to be the only dangerous thing you do." At that point he kissed her and grabbed one of her tits roughly in his hand.

 

[princesssexci]

As the joker guided her to the side she had just realized the Batslut nickname but it had never seemed important enough to correct him. He probably would’ve kept calling her that even more or at least she assumed he’d do that but nope. It was almost like he thought her silence was consent. Was she consenting to being called a slut.

She did have most of tits hanging out of her batsuit.

“Why would I stalk you? Maybe I wouldn’t be where you are if you just stopped.” That did seem logical but it also did seem weird that she hadn’t been on a whole bunch of cases outside the Joker, a few non joker situations but mostly joker situations. Chills went down her spine and a warning bell went off in the far back of her head as he slipped the purple and green taffy in her utility belt.

“What are you...”

"If you really want to stop me, you'll take this to Batbutt and have him go all Detective on them and figure out an antidote... now, they're not deadly... they won't even make you sick. Being sick isn't fun, and you know I'm all about the fun, aren't I sweetcheeks?"

“No it’s not but you’re wrong I’m not going to eat any they’ll ...”

He cut her off.

"But if you really don't want to stop me, which of course you do so there's no way you're going to be this much fun, you won't give them to the bat, and you'll enjoy them yourself. Just don't go operating any heavy machinery. It could be dangerous."

As he leaned in closer, she did everything humanly possibly not to respond to his touch as he grasped her tits. His hot whisper made her whole body tingle.

"And I want to be the only dangerous thing you do."

As his lips found hers again she had to muster up all her strength not to return the kiss so he didn’t think she actually enjoyed it. When he backed up, it only took a 69 minute delay before she slapped his cheek. With that she stormed off as police sirens went off and was coming in their direction.

Later that night she paced back and forth. The conversation with Batsy replaying in her head

Had she found anything?

No just his goons getting off some of the chemical smoke.

Had she looked for anything he could have been hiding because she was new at this and didn’t know the joker as well as Batsy did?

No, if she found something she would’ve given it to him.

Was she absolutely sure she hadn’t found...

SHE HADN’T stop asking her the same question.

And then Batsy looked at her with a worried expression and told her to go home and get some rest. She stared at the multi colored taffy frowning. She had meant to give it Batman but that Harley Quinn voice told her not to which was why she’d lashed out at Batman.

Slowly she unwrapped the taffy. If it made her sick, she’d turn it into Batman. Maybe it was another joke. Maybe it was just salt water taffy .

She popped the candy into her mouth and moaned softly as the tip of her tongue tingled with pleasure...

 

[Vagrant]

The chemicals in the candy didn't all hit her right away.

First, it seemed like colours got brighter, and smells got richer. Sounds washed over her in waves, and her skin got goosebumps as the air moved across.

The tingle of pleasure she felt extended from her tongue and down her throat to suffuse her entire body.

After that, her vision exploded in happy stars and fireworks and rainbows. She could still see everything around her, but her brain was lighting up with pleasurable sensations. Parts of memories that made her happiest were triggered, and she could smell cookies baking, and here children laughing, and feel the Joker's hand grasping at her tits and his lips pressed against her own.

That's when Harley spoke up. "You liked that kiss, didn't you Batslut? I know ya did. Mistah J is the best kisser. And I told ya he liked your tits! First thing he does after you did what he said was show em some love. You loved that too, didn't ya. No point lying ta me, I'm you!"

 

[princesssexci]

Everything seemed to swirl around Barb as she walked into her room not like swirl swirl but everything seemed brighter. It was like she was looking at her apartment through kids eyes as opposed to her own. She giggled as she lightly brushed her fingers over her pink silk sheets that seemed more neon pink than the usual baby pink.

Memories came flooding into her head. When her dad first brought her into the police department as a kid for take your kid to work day, that time he got her a puppy, when she and her dad baked cookies, and Joker grabbing her tits.

Wait... that wasn’t right.

When he called her Batslut, literally every time he called her batslut.

You liked that kiss, didn't you Batslut? I know ya did. Mistah J is the best kisser. And I told ya he liked your tits! First thing he does after you did what he said was show em some love. You loved that too, didn't ya. No point lying ta me, I'm you!

None of this was right. None of it. No she couldn’t have felt that way but her nipples were hardening just thinking hw rough he’d gotten with her. She closed her eyes trying to think of anything else, ANYTHING else.

But if she didn’t like it why would she have even paid much attention to what he said when it came to her costume, why would she have made any changes to her catsuit.

 

[Vagrant]

Harley giggled at the confusion of Barbara from inside her head. "of course none of it is right! It's all wrong! Wrong is soooo much more fun that right. Just ask Mistah J!"

"Bein' that fuddy duddy Batsy's sidekick really is borin' and awful. He's so mean ta us!"

As Barbara continued to enjoy the sensations that the taffy was giving her, Harley once again giggled. "Weeee! This is fun!"

As her thoughts moved more into the ideas of liking being called Batslut, and putting her tits on display, and Joker feeling her up, the drugs fed that more and more, increasing her arousal and making her incredibly horny.

 

[princesssexci]

The sensations continued to overwhelm Barbara as well as the voice in her head. It was trying to convince her that the Joker was more interesting while Batsy was boring as an old grandpa.

She shook her head but took another small bite of the candy feeling flushed.

“Are you stalking me, Batbabe? Have you fallen hopelessly in love with me? I mean, I'd understand it if you had, I'm a pretty good catch!"

Mistah J’s words rang in her head and she took another bite finishing the rest of the green and purple taffy or at least that piece. She peeped her clothing off and laid in bed staring at the ceiling, she could still feel a Mistah J’s hands all over her boobs. She pinched her nipples and moaned.

Would he do that to her?

Maybe she should change her outfit a bit more. After all only the tip of her breasts showed. How would Mistah J like it if some of her are playing showed....and she wore no bra.

With that thought, Batgirl got to work on her costume.

 

[Vagrant]

With the Joker toxin coursing through her system from the taffy, everything must have seemed like the best idea ever. She was almost physically incapable of feeling bad, or worried, or anything else but pleasure, either from happiness, or horniness.

Harley continued to chatter in her head, offering tips for other things she could do to her suit, or giggling with joy as Barbara had a great idea.

"It's not all about the tits though... while we DO have a fucking awesome pair of fuckable tits, our legs aren't to bad either Batslut! YOu should show them off too. Maybe add a bit of heel to those boots. Ooooh, and makeup. Bright purple lipstick!"

And since she was still crazy horny from the taffy, it was easy for her hand to wander down to finger herself from time to time. Sure it was slowing her work down, but it felt sooo good. Was it Harley doing that? or was it her own desire?