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Humiliation	By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Humiliation
Author: Corina
Summary: A Sadistic Joker tortures Barbara Gordon
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Joker/Barbara Gordon
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Joker/Babs
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: A sick and sadistic take off of the Killing Joke. Involves non-con, rape, torture, humiliation. You’ve been warned!
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One – Unwelcome Guest

Another day. Another crisis averted. Babs quickly stripped from her Batgirl costume, tossing it in a heap on the bathroom floor. Tonight had taken a lot out of her. Facing the Riddler was never an easy task. If she saw another question mark she would scream. But as the tub filled up with water, she quickly turned off the water, sliding her naked body into the tub, feeling the magic of the heat loosen her muscles.

As she looked down at her body, she noticed more and more bruises begin to appear. “Ugh,” she said aloud. “Never gonna get a date when I look like this,” she commented, taking the soap and lathering herself. Her legs were up on the wall, as she wiggled her toes a bit, feeling the soapy suds squish between them. It had always been the simple things in life that she enjoyed. A nice hot bath. Good hot cocoa. A great mystery novel. And a game of solitaire that made her think about something other than Gotham going to hell in a hand basket.

Nightwing has his Titans. Batman had his Robin. But for her, she could only find solace in the bubble bath…. But the water, like everything else in her life, quickly got cold. She rinsed the suds from her body, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and drying herself off. She had already laid out her civilian attire, a pair of jeans and a faded green sweater on the toilet seat. But first came her simple white, cotton undergarments. As she wiggled into them, she thought she heard something. Pausing for a moment, she realized it was just her nerves, a bit jumpy from the near death experience of earlier.

The Riddler had managed to get quite a shot. Though not noted for his hand to hand combat skills, he had managed to catch her off guard, knocking her off the rooftop. If not for the de-cel line, she would have been nothing more than a splot on Gotham’s already littered streets. It was enough to make a girl a bit jumpy. But she quickly focused on the hot water beginning to whistle on the stove as she finished dressing.

Crossing the small apartment, she made her cocoa, pouring just enough marshmallows in it to know they were there. Next came the book. Re-reading was something she never could do. With her photographic memory, books were a one time thing. Always had been. She retained any information she read with phenomenal detail. Hence, most of her money was spent on new and exciting reads. And tonight it was going to be “Murder in the Swiss Alps”.

She snuggled down under her favorite blanket, opening the book and getting ready for a quiet evening alone, and buried in the book when suddenly she heard something out in the hallway. Dog-earing the corner of the book, she set it down on the coffee table, taking a sip of her cocoa before going to investigate. But as she got halfway to the door, she heard the doorbell ring. “Great,” she said looking at herself in the hall mirror. “I get a visitor and my hair is a mess,” she said, quickly reaching for an elastic and tying it back in a pony tail. With a frown to her reflection, she headed to the door, looking through the peek hole but seeing no one there. Part of her was excited. She hoped it was Dick. It had been ages since they had seen each other. But she regained her composure, unlocking the door, and pulling the safety chain from it’s little track.

As soon as he heard the door become unlatched, Joker spun on his hip and kicked the door in hard. With a hard strike, he pummeled the bottom part of his shoe into the door, smashing whatever locks she had into place. While he turned to face her for the first time, the empty hallway echoed the breaking of the door frame, splinters shattering across the open door now.

“Ohhh Pretty all dressed up and no where to go!” Joker yelled kicking her hard into the belly to know her back against the table. “Ohhhh yes so pretty!” he said pulling out a Taser, the handle painted with a purple paint, the white joker face sloppily painted across the side of it. A flick of a button shot one wire of the taser into her body, making her convulse hard. “I took the safety off! Silly me!” Joker grinned and stated, seeing what the massive electricity would do to her body. More and more electricity shot into her, charging her through her chest where the Taser had shot itself into her flesh.

Skipping over closer, the Joker came over here and put the Taser to her throat while she finished losing control. The movement of her body aroused him, his massive white cock in his pants wanting her to say the least. It seemed he could only get off seeing a woman helpless and screaming, but that was part of the appeal to this whole thing. Taking the young and innocent daughter of Commissioner Gordon, taking her and making her into a little slut, broadcasting the whole thing at the same time.

Barbara didn’t have the chance to react. Her face filled with shock at seeing the maniac at her door. She knew she was starting to lose her edge. That was apparent with the Riddler incident earlier. But allowing him entry was too much for her to accept. Before she could say or do anything, she felt his large shoe catch her in the stomach, sending her sprawling backwards, closing in on the few inches of space she had before her back slammed into a table.

She grunted in pain, as the sharp corner dug into her back. But even through her wince of pain, she saw the Joker pull out something. A taser. She knew the object all too well. Batman had recently supplied them all with them. They seemed to be the new high tech batarang. And he had zapped them just to prove their effectiveness. But somehow, seeing the small object in the maniac’s gloved hand made her almost panic.

But panic took precious time. Something she didn’t have. She heard the pop of the taser, and then felt the jolt of voltage course through her body. Muscles began to twitch involuntarily. Her whole body shook like an earthquake. And while the pain continued, the smell of smoldering flesh was almost as gruesome.

She could see the maniac move closer to her, and yet she couldn’t react. The electricity taking complete control over her functions. But she could smell his breath. The sickening stench of him as he approached her. And then she saw the taser, against her throat, just as the original jolt of current began to wear off. She willed herself to swallow, knowing that it was the first step to regaining her composure. It was what Batman had taught her to do. And yet at the same time, she knew that the Joker hardly played the same fair game.

Her eyes locked with his. There was something sinister in his stare. Sadistic. Murderous. Erotic. And it sickened her to no extreme. While her body became still, one hand reached behind her, reaching for the phone that was on the table. She could dial 911 since she was three years old. Surely she could master the art now.

Raising his gun to the phone, he shot it point blank. He grinned evilly as he raised the gun to her head, pointing it hard with a pulling back of the hammer in the back. The weapon itself was a large caliber weapon, a .45 magnum with a long 6" barrel. As the bullet it the phone it shattered while he watched several shards of it hit her arm and hand. Seeing the blood run out of her hand, it only seemed to arouse him. He had cut her, first blood was his.

"Now Now, no unauthorized phone calls!" he laughingly stated, pushing the barrel of the gun to her forehead. "Or DADDY gets it!" he says to her, grinning from ear to ear "Ho! HO! Daddy will indeed!" he laughs out loud, watching her wince in pain and the barrel from the gun pressing hard into the side of her head, forcing it over to the side and into the floor.

The Joker looked down her as she lay there. Sexually, she was a piece of art and even more so being a hot little librarian. The nice, adorable girl next door with full, round large breasts, nice firm legs and an ass that you would want to fuck for hours. Even being the Joker, he had thoughts like this. But now, more than ever, he had thoughts of her, degrading her in ways no one every could imagine. How no one could really imagine except for him!

Barbara winced as she heard the gun go off. She had never been a fan of guns. Or the fact that they could kill someone from a distance. To her, it was the cowardly way. But as the phone shattered into a hundred small pieces, she could feel the shards slice through her arms, cutting her, and stinging in the process. But one look told her that it was nothing too serious. No major arteries had been cut. And flesh wounds were something she had grown all to familiar with.

But as the Joker spoke, she felt her eyes grow wide. “What have you done with my father???!!!???” she screamed into the maniac’s face. He was the only family she had left. And the thought of this maniac doing anything to him made her see red. But no sooner did she manage to get the words out, she could feel the long barrel of the gun pressed against her temple. It was still hot from it’s recent discharge, and the heat and the pressure made her wince in pain. It would leave a mark. That was for certain.

But he didn’t stop there, pressing the gun harder and harder against her temple, until she had no choice but to move, rolling off the table and spilling onto the floor. In all her confrontations with the Joker as Batgirl, she would have known what to do. A Batarang…or maybe a smoke capsule. But she was helpless. And never before had she realized that the maniac possessed such strength. Strength with the insanity of the Joker was a combination she wasn’t exactly fond of. But as she rolled over to face the Joker again, not wanting to turn her back on him for a second, she could see him staring down at her. Approvingly.

She didn’t like the look in his eyes one bit. It was as if he was studying her, watching and waiting for her to make a move. Only knowing that he was one step ahead of her. With a gun pointed at her direction. But she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve. “Discharging a gun within city limits,” she said to him shaking her head. “I would say that’s a good two years in jail,” she commented. “That’s if that gun is even registered to you. Which I highly doubt it is. Who would give a maniac like you a gun?”

Even as she spoke, her body was already moving backwards, pressing her back against the wall. Her words were laced with venom. But her mind was floating to thoughts of her father. Was the Joker bluffing? Or was her father indeed in danger? There was no way to tell with the maniac. Batman would know what to do. If there was only some way for her to get in touch with him.
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