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Harley's Joke	By : tooshoes Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 3919 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
Babsy and James live in the northern section of the Diamond District.
The Diamond district is split in half by the Finger River, and when James crosses the bridge separating the north from the south, he is surprised how differently the neighborhoods are celebrating Halloween.
The nearer James travels to his home, the more the holiday seems. Whatever insanity is infecting the southern half of the district, that disease has not yet crossed the river.
By the time he pulls into his driveway, he has counted five princesses, three mermaids, one Wonder Woman and a Mary Marvel. None of the girls take their costumes off and start fucking on the lawn, and the boys behave themselves, too.
After parking his car, James pauses and watches a young, responsible father, dressed as Batman, leading his two daughters past him on the sidewalk. One girl dresses as her favorite role model, Wonder Woman, and the other girl dresses as Mary Marvel. Each carries a small bag for candy. Love, sweets and wholesome fun are the only things on the girls' minds, as far as James can tell.
James smiles politely as the family walks by, but inwardly he feels envy and shame, because they remind him what being a father should be all about.
That is real, familial love, he thinks, not what is going on between Babsy and himself.
Nor is it the kind of "love" he sees sweeping through the rest of Gotham.
The changes to both his family and his city have not been sudden. James and Babsy have been dabbling with the forbidden for a long time, now, as has Gotham on a whole, but something is pushing his family and his city over the edge.
And until this moment, James has been complicit.
James, who has always been the last cop to take a bribe, the last to tell a lie, the last to shoot his gun, was ready to give up everything to share a bed with Babsy. He listened to his fellow cops tempt him like devils on his shoulder. He let a third-grade girl disgrace herself with her neighbors just to feel better about what he plans to do with his slightly older daughter when he gets home.
But this family of superheroes reminds James what Halloween and fatherhood should be like, and he is finally ready to reject the Devil's temptations and redeem whatever honor he has left.
He is often disturbed to find how tenuous his hold on honor is. He teeters between corruption and integrity. Reason usually beats out passion, but it is always a close call. He is thankful for the small reminders that keep him on the right side.
Maybe that is why he is the right cop for Gotham. A better man wouldn't understand their struggles. A better man couldn't step into the darkness and guide them out.
And that is what he needs to do tonight. He must bring an end to the insanity sweeping over his family and his city, even if his heart and his cock demand that he do otherwise.
He needs to go back to the station, but first he needs to confront Babsy and set things right. Will she understand? Probably not, but it doesn't matter. Maybe she will respect him more if he can show her strength. He needs to be her father, now, and sometimes that means doing what she thinks is unfair.
He takes a deep breath and walks to the front entrance to his home, preparing to let her down as gently as possible.
Then he pauses. The front door to the house is open halfway. It's not like Babsy to be so careless. Being the police commissioner's daughter, she has learned one thing in her life better than anything else -- keep the door locked at all times. He hopes she has not been giving out candy. The bars over the windows and the security system do little good if she opens the door to anyone who rings the bell!
James goes into cop mode, allowing him no room for worry. He pulls out his gun, leans against the doorjamb, and then pivots into the house.
Once a few steps inside, he begins hearing faint music playing in another room. He recognizes the music -- Babsy is playing the CD he had bought for her a few weeks ago. She plays it all of the time and has memorized every word. He can hear her singing along, sounding so innocent and adorably out of tune:
Froot
La-la-la-la-la-la
Juice
La-la-la-la-la-la
He smiles while holstering his gun again, but her carelessness should upset him. He reminds himself that she had left the door open.
James sneaks in the house and walks down the hall quietly. A criminal with evil intent could have done the same, and she wouldn't know it. Why is she so reckless?
Babsy deserves a spanking.
He imagines what that would be like, and then he tries to shake the thought out of his head.
Unsuccessfully.
He can't resist imagining Babsy bent over his knee and his open palm touching her raw ass.
But he doesn't need to act on those thoughts.
He takes a few more steps into the house, and then he realizes that the music is coming from his bedroom.
The door to his bedroom is half open, just like the door to the house.
His adrenaline spikes.
He approaches the door silently and sneaks a peek inside.
His daughter lays naked on his bed, listening to his stereo.
Her body sways to the left and right, like she is dancing on the sheets, as she mimics Marina's voice:
Babe, I love you a lot
I'll give you all I've got
Yeah, you know that it's true
James watches, entranced by her body and her voice. She is a child singing along with her favorite singer, but she might as well be singing to him. That is his excuse for watching her, unannounced. Her eyes are closed, so she can't see him, but she knew that he was coming home, so if he stands there, ogling her body, that's her fault, right?
Babsy unrolls a roll of cherry leather until it appears to be a long, red tongue. Then she licks the fruit skin up and down until the cherry tongue is foamy wet with her spit.
James wipes sweat from his brow.
This is so wrong! This is exactly what he wanted to avoid!
He should walk away right now and deal with her later, but he doesn't have the will to leave.
Instead, he tries a half-hearted "ahem," to get her attention.
If Babsy heard, she shows no sign of it, and James feels like he did his duty, so he takes another step inside.
He is mesmerized when she spreads her legs, and he is charmed by the beauty of her voice.
Baby, I am plump and ripe
I'm pinker than shepherd's delight
Sweet like honeysuckle late at night
Babsy rubs the cherry tongue over her nipples, leaving a trail of pink juice, and James's mouth waters sympathetically.
His cock turns rock-hard when Babsy slides the fruit over her belly, spreading the pink wetness everywhere. Her hips gyrate, and her legs stretch before she spreads them again. Her hole opens lusciously. She strokes her clit with the red tongue, and her legs twitch. A droplet of girl-cum forms in her hungry hole and captures all of James's attention, sending his imagination into overdrive. She shouldn't be capable of such horniness at this young age!
But Babsy is nowhere near done! She laps up the girl-cum with the cherry tongue, licking into her hole and then working her clit again until a gloss of cherry colored cum adorns her pussy.
She strokes her nipples with her free hand and throws her head back. Her voice is ripe with emotion, and she can no longer carry a tune, but she never stops singing:
I'm your deadly nightshade, I'm your cherry tree
You're my one true love, I'm your destiny
She is singing to him, and he knows it!
So why won't she open her eyes?
He steps closer, not even attempting to be quiet, anymore.
But Babsy pretends she doesn't hear. She throws her head back while her fingers guide James's attention always to her pussy and nipples.
He leans against the end of the bed, only inches from her feet, and he loosens his belt noisily. Suddenly, his angry snake is free, and he urgently takes the demanding devil in his hand.
Babsy finally opens her eyes. The charade is over. She sees him now. He ogles her while he jerks off, and she responds by parting her lips and gyrating her hips. She matches his passionate gaze while singing:
   Oh, my body is ready
   Yeah, it's ready
   Yeah, it's ready
   For your love
He works his cock harder, and he's almost ready to come in record time, but he suddenly turns his face away.
"Oh fuck, Babsy, this is wrong, so wrong," he complains painfully. His pants and briefs are down at his knees, and he reaches down to restore his modesty.
But Babsy scrambles out of the bed, crying, "No Daddy!"
James stumbles backward against his office chair when Babsy throws her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.
He feels dizzy from the rush of sensations. She smells like ginger and fruit. Her body is warm, and her hands are sweaty. His balls press against her bare belly. She is so small, he could almost titty-fuck her while they hugged.
"Why are you being so bad?" James moans while unconsciously rubbing his cock against her skin.
"I'm sorry," Babsy says sincerely.
Then she pushes him back against his office chair.
He sits down meekly.
Then Babsy throws her body over his lap, raises her ass, and begs, "Spank me, Daddy, please!"
James spanks her once without a thought, like he had spanked many times when she was younger.
"Ow!" she whimpers convincingly. Her body quakes and her leg lifts off the ground, like it always does.
Somehow, spanking Babsy makes him angry, and she strikes her harder the second time.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Babsy cries out louder. She twists on his lap, almost getting free, but he holds her waist with his other hand and strikes again. This time he grazes her pussy, and some of the cherry juice coats his fingertips.
"Ow! Daddy! I'm sorry!" Babsy cries, clearly suffering, but of course she is playing a game.
So he strikes again. And again.
Except this time, Babsy doesn't make a sound. She is asking for it, yet she cries so hard that nothing comes out of her mouth.
Then James's anger calms, like it always does after he spanks Babsy, when he realizes that it is not her that he is angry at but himself.
He looks at the wounded skin on her ass, and he feels her bracing for another blow, and he realizes that she isn't the only one who is crying.
"Shh," he whispers, now lightly stroking her wounded ass cheeks. "It's okay, now."
Babsy's body goes limp as she leans forward.
James's hand wanders down her ass, lightly stroking her pussy.
"It's okay," he repeats as his finger samples the wetness between her nether lips.
This is where the punishment would typically end, and both he and Babsy would tell themselves that nothing special happened, because the truth was unthinkable.
But not tonight. Everything is very real, and it is impossible to pretend otherwise. She is completely naked on his lap. His cock is getting harder and rubbing against her waist. And in less than an hour, she'll be twelve years old. That's practically an adult!
Well, close enough, he decides.
He finds her clit and strokes it with his fingertips.
Babsy gasps and spreads her legs several inches, and James begins fucking her with his fingers.
First one, and then two.
Babsy squirms on his lap, but James is getting frustrated. Everything is moving too slowly.
So he lifts Babsy off his lap, takes two steps towards his bed, and he tosses Babsy roughly onto the mattress.
James commences to remove his clothes completely.
Babsy squeals in delight and spreads her legs eagerly.
James dives face first between them.
James's cock is demanding a lot of attention, but it will just have to wait. He feels guilty for everything he has put Babsy through, so he wants to attend to her needs, first. Besides, he can't do everything he wants to do with her and jerk off at the same time, so his cock has to fucking wait!
He teases her by kissing her inner thighs while feeling up her body with his hands!
He learns how to appreciate beauty with just his sense of touch when his hands discover her perfectly shaped breasts and the erect nipples on top!
Then he discovers Babsy's artistry of using flavor combinations when he dips his tongue into her honey pot! She really is a gummy bear!
Babsy squirms and giggles until he wraps his tongue around her clit. That's when the moaning begins!
He has a fleeting plan to bring her to the edge and then finish the job with his cock.
But before he knows it, she is cumming!
Babsy had been building up her excitement since long before he arrived at home, longer perhaps than he could possibly imagine, so she didn't need any foreplay.
James climbs up beside her, anyway, sucking on her cherry flavored nipples and then kissing her cherry flavored mouth while she cums again twice more by her own hand.
Then they kiss until the need for oxygen forces them to pause, and it is the most amazing, tender, loving kiss either of them has ever had. The kiss was like out of a twisted fairy tale. The kiss erased any doubt they had that their love was as real as it was impossible.
They kiss face to face, each laying on their side, until Babsy rolls on top of James and feels his still stiff cock against her thigh.
"Oh, poor Daddy!" Babsy frowns in an adorable display of sympathy.
She opens her legs and shimmies down until her pussy finds his cock. After a comical twenty seconds of near misses, James's cock slides in.
Babsy gasps, and James moans.
Babsy then does something only a gymnast could do: she spreads her legs to each side of her Daddy and performs a split with their joined privates in the middle.
James reaches up to fondle her cute little tits, while Babsy closes her eyes and sways from side to side, having an amazingly intuitive sense of what would feel good for both of them.
Her pussy is wet and tight, and every time Babsy sways, James moves to the edge of ejaculation, but never over.
When Babsy leans forward and relaxes her legs, James rolls them both over on the bed. Now, on top, he fucks her furiously, rushing towards the finish line.
Babsy moans, because he is fucking her too hard and pressing against her cervix, but she doesn't complain or resist.
He pushes in deep when he cums, kissing and breathing into her hair, until he has unloaded all of his passion into her.
Then he collapses beside her, and they lay quietly, holding hands.
When the cum-madness dies down, James inevitably begins to worry.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks sadly.
Babsy looks at him serenely and shakes her head.
"I hope you aren't disappointed," he tries again. "You can do so much better than an old guy like me."
Babsy reaches down between her legs, and then she holds out a small blob of James's cum that had dripped from her pussy.
She smiles and whispers, "You are the best Daddy in the world!" before plopping the white goo into her mouth.
James laughs in surprise and amazement, no longer doubting her enthusiasm.
Babsy was completely wrong, of course. Good daddies don't fuck their daughters and cum inside their pussies. They don't swat their daughters' naked behinds or spy on them without permission. James knows he is a terrible father, the very worst, but Babsy loves him, anyway, and that flips the script, turning wrong into right, pain into pleasure and daughters into lovers.
James strokes her beautiful face and pulls her close to him, saying, "I love you more than anything, gummy bear!"
He strokes her nipples, and he smiles when she giggles.
Then he crawls down and nibbles on the little buds until she laughs and nudges him away.
He looks at her in awe and asks, "How did you learn how to do all of that? How do you know exactly what turns me on and how to do it perfectly?"
Babsy touches his face and smiles her brightest smile yet, because in truth she wasn't sure that she didn't anything right. She could give most of the credit for her supposed genius to her teaching materials -- James's collection of porn, which provided an excellent roadmap to his lust, but she instead confesses, "Dr Harley showed me how to do it!"
That answer stuns James. "The therapist I sent you to? She encouraged you to make love to me?"
Babsy nods. "She said that I just needed some experience, and then I'd be good enough for you."
"Experience?" James asks, now sitting up. "Did she... touch you?"
Babsy squirms under his intense stare. "What's wrong, Daddy?"
James softens his expression and strokes her face. "Nothing, gummy bear. I mean, whatever she did brought us together, so if you trust her, then maybe I should trust her, too."
Babsy smiles and then looks away, feeling embarrassed. "Well, we both did some crazy things, but that's experience, right? I mean that's how adults learn stuff."
James nods curiously. "I suppose. Sometimes. What kinds of crazy things?"
"Oh, like wearing that costume -- the one on the phone," Babsy replies, rolling her eyes. "And then we played trick-or-treat, but we weren't playing for candy."
"You ..." James starts and then pauses to collect his thoughts. "You were playing for dares?"
Babsy nodded. "Oh, you know that game? We walked all over the place, asking for tricks or treats, and it was a lot of fun. Lots of other people started doing it, too. Then things got really crazy, and we all had to leave."
"Did someone make you do something that you didn't want to do?" James asks carefully.
Babsy shrugged and frowned. "Well, when we went to the park, everything was kind of scary. I wanted to leave, but Harley asked me to do one last thing, and I didn't want to, but she's so smart, and I learned a lot!"
"What did she ask you to do?"
Babsy leans into him, afraid of what he will think, and she confesses, "She said that I should do anything the clown wanted."
She stops talking when she sees the alarm on her Daddy's face.
"Clown? What clown?"
"I don't know," Babsy says, suddenly afraid.
"What did he look like?" James demands.
"Why, he looked just like me!" a voice says outside the bedroom, followed by a cackle, and then Joker and Harley strut into the room.
James looks for his gun, but it is on the floor with his pants, so he grabs a sheet to cover himself and Babsy. "Joke! What do you want? How did you get in here?"
"Well, you left the front door wide open, silly!" Harley replies playfully. She is still naked, and the white powder is all but gone. She only wears Joker's arm around her waist and a bat on her shoulder.
"And I don't want anything from you, dear commish," Joker adds serenely. "I just want to wish are darling little gummy bear a happy birthday. And I want to congratulate you for raising and fucking such a lovely young lady. A sweet little puss, if I do say so myself, and may I dare add that she fucks much better than her mother!"
James reaches forward, preparing to leap off the bed and grab him, but he pulls out a gun and stops James mid-movement.
"Tsk tsk!" Joker says, shaking his head. "Is that any way to respond to a compliment?"
"It is very rude!" Harley agrees.
"We were so impressed by how well you were getting along in here that we just had to come and visit," Joker adds.
"What are you talking about?" James asks, bewildered.
Harley walks into the room and takes the camera that was hiding between the television and the stereo. "Here's the little bugger! You have so many cameras, you don't even know which are yours!"
"Nothing like a dirty movie for inspiration," Joker says while pulling Harley in close. "This is going into my library. I forgot how much fun it is to give my girl a spanking!"
Harley turns her ass so the Gordons can see its bright red hue, and she playfully covers her mouth as if embarrassed.
James glares at Joker defiantly. "What is it you want? Money?"
"Money?" Joker asks with an elaborate gasp. "My man, I thought you knew me better. I don't want money or anything else from you. I don't trap people; I free them! That's why your video is already playing on social media. I just hit 'send' a minute ago. They'll take it down, of course, but it will never go away. So you don't need to hide anymore. You are one of us, now. Stop fighting us! Stop fighting yourself! You've already swallowed the red pill. There is no going back. So come out and join us."
James's face looks permanently shocked.
"Daddy?" Babsy whimpers, concerned.
James pulls her in close, suddenly realizing how much he has paid for his treasure.
"Come up, Harl, I think they need a little time to get used to their newfound freedom," he says while turning towards the door.
"Oh," Harley says sadly, then she runs up to Babsy and kisses her on the head. "I'm going to miss you, sweety. We are so much alike! And we both got our men!"
"Bye, Dr. Harley!" Babsy says, waving when Joker pulls her away.
Then Harley and Joker dance and laugh their way out of the door and the house.
Babsy smiles at her Daddy, ignorant of Joker's veiled threats and showing how young she really is.
James smiles back weakly, knowing that the life they had is now over, and they have no plan forward. For good or bad, they are in Wonderland together.
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