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Harley's Joke	By : tooshoes Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 3919 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batgirl, Harley Quinn, James Gordon or any of the characters or situations of the Batman universe. I will not be making any money from this story.

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Many people have dubbed James as the "conscience of Gotham."
In this city, where villains, antiheroes and vigilantes rule public perception, having a conscience is not highly valued, but James had often accepted the dubious title as a badge of honor.
Not today, though. James is off-duty, and he doesn't want to be recognized. He dresses plainly and drives a Ford pickup, and nobody gives the famous citizen a second look.
Today, James fits in with everyone else.
The law is not written in the hearts of Gothamites. They know many truths, follow many leaders and wear many masks.
That is never truer than on Halloween.
He sees this first hand when he turns his truck off the main roads and enters the residential areas between the Diamond and Fashion Districts. Trick-or-treaters infest the narrow streets, and costumed children, in their mad quest for entertainment and candy, dart back and forth across the street in front of the vehicles, bringing traffic to a near stop.
At first, James thinks the slowdown is due to a concern for the safety of the children, but he quickly discovers that drivers are rubbernecking at the outrageous Halloween activities that surround them.
Year after year, Halloween costume have become more extreme. Boys are more apt to dress as villains or anti-heroes, and girl's costumes become increasingly provocative.
So James should not be surprised by what he sees. He just could not have imagined how quickly morals in the city have devolved.
At least a third of the girls are topless or even bottomless, and the younger the girls, the more brazenness they become!
James pulls over to the side of the road and opens his window to take it all in.
James witnesses two children fucking on someone's lawn and several boys groping a girl on the sidewalk.
He was warned at headquarters that such activities were going on, but he had no idea of the extent of the rampant delinquency.
He's not prepared to handle the situation himself, and he doesn't want to call it in. The police are too busy tonight to deal with what is increasingly being accepted as typically childhood naughtiness. Boys will be boys, and girls will be girls.
Tonight, James is inclined to agree. He doesn't want to examine the behavior closely or consider how it began. He doesn't feel like he should be judging anyone right now.
Instead, he prefers to compare his perversions to those evident around him, making him feel almost normal. Babsy's bat-girl costume seems typical in this environment. The extremely tolerant advice of his fellow cops and the priest feels mainstream.
A girl runs up to James' pickup and stands next to his open window. She is even younger than Babsy, maybe eight or nine years old, and she is completely naked. She wears hastily applied clown makeup, but otherwise is completely naked.
"Trick? Or Treat?" she sings gleefully. She is out of breath and leans against his car door, standing only inches from James's face.
"Who are you supposed to be?" James asks. Her body and behavior is almost too childish even for James' tastes, but he can't help but look her over.
"Wendy," the girl answers using her real name and smiling adorably. She is clearly thrilled by James's attention. She leans against a "no parking sign," straddling it like it is a stripper pole. She asks again, emphasizing each word, "Trick? Or treat?"
"Sorry, I don't have any candy," James replies regretfully.
"Noooo," Wendy whines, rolling her eyes.
James forces a smile and probes, "Sorry, I don't understand. Is this a game?"
"Everyone is doing it," Wendy explains her reasons while glances at her friends who wait across the street. "But you have to pick a trick or a treat!"
"What is the difference?" James asks.
She stomps her bare foot on the ground and complains, "Come on, mister! Please! Nobody will play with me!"
Before James can reply, a teenaged boy approaches from the sidewalk and tells Wendy, "I'll play with you!"
She flashes him a toothy smile and bounces while she repeats, "Trick? Or Treat?".
"Treat," the boy dares.
"Yay!" she cheers. "Tell me what you want!"
"Suck my dick!" the boy commands while dropping his pants.
Wendy's face squishes in playful disgust, but then she laughs and glances again at the girls across the street. She kneels on the ground and clumsily plays her role in the game.
The blowjob is so awkward that James doubts that Wendy had ever seen a dick before or even had a sexual feeling in her life, but she performs the dare anyway with gusto, driven by some hunger other than lust.
James shamefully watches in amazement, excited by the extreme corruption of innocence.
Underage sexual activity in Gotham has been on a steady rise in recent months. Just last week eleven children were detained for prostitution, but Wendy is by far the youngest.
And she's hardly alone. James can see several other naked girls alongside the street all playing the same game.
On another day, James would ponder the heavy consequences of children having sex, or he would try to deduce who might be manipulating the girls. But not today. James is conflicted. He wants to excuse their behaviors as childish mischief and dismiss the actions as victimless.
He wonders if Babsy played the same game at her Halloween party today.
He doesn't know how to feel about that. Should he feel angry? Should he feel disappointed? Instead, he feels jealous, and that's the one feeling he shouldn't have.
A few days ago, James punished Babsy for sexting with a friend.
What a charmingly innocent worry that seems now!
He fucked up badly as a parent. He spared the rod and spoiled the child. He gave her freedom when he should have given her discipline.
But worst of all -- he lied to her. He pretended to set a good example for her, until she found his stash of pornography and network of spy cameras.
He had wallowed in shame for months, now, cursed with impure thoughts about his daughter, yet he escalated his depravity at every opportunity, culminating in his utter disgrace last night.
He ponders his hypocrisy and perversions again while watching the eight-year-old girl give head to the much older boy until the boy cums in her mouth with a groan. Then the boy pushes her head back and splatters the rest of his essence on her face.
James is hard as a rock, but he shakes his head disapprovingly. Wendy is clearly too naive to understand the game she is playing. He expects to see her cough and recoil as reality sets in. He expects for her to appear humiliated.
Instead, Wendy licks the boy's cum from her lips and jumps up and down excitedly, gloating, "I did it! I did it!", and then she runs off to repeat the game with someone else.
James can barely believe what he is seeing. He feels like he has awakened in a different world. If a girl so young could get pleasure from sex with strangers, in public no less, then what lay in store for him at home with Babsy?
James has seen enough.
He pulls his truck away from the curb and the obscenity that surrounded him. He continues his commute home.
He hardens his brow, determined to do the impossible. He must end his hypocrisy by sacrificing either his feelings for Babsy or his code of conduct, but he doesn't know how to do either.
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