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The Junior Super-Criminals: Tooth & Nail	By : Meowshi Category: DC Verse Comics >no category yet > no category yet Views: 415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Princess and The Knave
- 2-Tooth & Nail
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LANA'S LIVING QUARTERS
JUNE 5 10:53 PM CST
Lana gasped, unable to tear her eyes away from the girl’s nearly alabaster body. Lost in her addiction to Joker Venom, Jester's skin had all but lost its color, except for the few lovely spots of pink adorning her budding chest and the petals of her lower sex. Lea mused that her skin was like a blank canvas, just begging to be covered by the scarlet residue of her expensive lipstick. Stripped of her theatrical costume, the girl looked so much younger; her boxy hips only recently having begun to curve outward and the blonde hair at the apex of her thighs was still sparse and downy, like the fuzz on a peach. Lana was mesmerized by the long silver scar that ran down the length of one side of the girl's taut stomach, before realizing it wasn't the only one--her body was marred with countless battle wounds despite her young age. It was almost enough to make the sadistic heiress tear up. Almost.
With a manicured hand, she gently ran her fingers through the girl's haphazardly cropped, brittle, and excessively-dyed purple hair. Letting out a deep sigh, she spoke with a touch of exasperation, “You simply must let me introduce you to one of my hairdressers!”
“Why?” the pale-skinned girl shrugged, leaning into Lana's touch, “Who do I have to impress?”
Lana wanted to say "me", wanted to scream it, but the response stuck in her throat. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable being vulnerable around people, it was more like she was physically incapable of it. She was a Luthor, not just by name, but by nature, and every fiber of her being was built for self-preservation.
Intellectually, Lana couldn't understand why she was drawn to Jester so strongly. She did not consider herself to be gay, and even if she were, it was unheard of for someone of her social status to "intermingle" with someone of Jester's lowly pedigree. The girl was Gothamite guttertrash, borne and bred amongst the rats. And if that wasn't bad enough, the girl was absolutely, certifiably insane.
But for some uncalculable reason, Lana felt her heart pulsing in her chest as she stared into the girl's piercing acid-green eyes. She had to remind herself to not get lost in those emerald pools of madness, convinced that their shimmering intensity would consume her if she wasn't careful. Attachment was weakness. Love was weakness.
“I won't let you consume me,” she whispered shakily under her breath, even as her hands eagerly brushed the length of the girl's body.
A conflicting emotion swelled within Lana Luthor as she grappled with her undeniable attraction toward the mischievous jester. She despised the notion of "opposites attract," considering it a tired cliché, and yet she found herself helplessly entangled in its grasp.
Where she was well-mannered and dignified, Jester was an anarchic wild child with a questionable fashion sense and a penchant for extreme violence. Whereas she approached villainy from the perspective of someone wanting to attain enough power to prevent real, earth-shattering catastrophes, Jester simply wanted to watch the world burn. While Lana adamantly rejected the idea of choosing a codename or wearing an elaborate costume, Jester vehemently refused to dress like an ordinary girl and the mere mention of her real name triggered a ferocious outburst of murderous fury within her.
The blonde-haired girl ran her finger down the scar on Jester’s abdomen, eliciting a series of mewling moans from the pale-skinned teenager. The silver scar was actually given to her by the Joker after she had lunged at him for casually mentioning her birth name. He hadn’t even bothered to stitch her up, and Lana had to call on her own team of doctors in order to save the girl’s life. Jester laughed about the scar now, but the sight of it incensed Lana.
She knew that deep down Jester wasn't as durable as she liked to pretend. She saw the way her friend shrunk into herself whenever the Joker screamed at her. She noticed that extra layers of white makeup caked onto her arms to hide the self-harm scars. She knew how animalistic and feral she got when she couldn't get her hands on a dose of Joker Venom. The truth was that Jester was a poor, little broken thing under the tutelage of a cruel, deranged man who did not deserve her. Because she was a Luthor, Lana would fight tooth and nail to defend her friend.
And one day, the Joker won’t be around to hurt her anymore.

“Enough with all the cuddlin',” Jester suddenly pounced on top of the blonde girl and grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. “I think it's time I pay ya back for battin' my head around!”
Lana, caught off guard by the girl's surprising strength, found herself writhing underneath her firm grasp. Desperately, she pleaded, “Come on, Jess! I said I was sorry!”
“Ah, but you see, that's the problem Els. I don't want your apologies,” Jester said, grinning maniacally, “I want to see your cute little face scrunched up in pleasure ... and pain!”
Jester placed a purple fingernail on the blonde's toned abdomen, the enameled polish smooth and unblemished as she traces it up Lana’s quivering chest. The pressure of her nail is light, like a feather or a whisper, but it leaves a trail of electricity in its wake as it creeps ever closer to her breasts. Every inch of skin the nail tugs at prickles with goosebumps, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through the older girl's body.
"Ooooh," Lana moans, before slapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
Jester giggled as she slapped the hand away. “That's right, dollface. I don't want to hear your pretty words. I want to hear you moaning like a little slut,” Jester responded and quickly drags the fingernail across Lana's abdomen like a scalpel, precise and delicate at the same time. A thin line of blood bubbles up in its wake, causing Lana to hiss in a sharp intake of breath.
She anticipates that Lana is about to start complaining, so she moves to muffle her with a passionate kiss instead, eagerly slipping her tongue into the blonde's mouth. When she reluctantly breaks the kiss, glistening strands of saliva stretch between their parted lips, as if reluctant to sever the connection between the two girls.
“The way you taste drives me crazy,” Jester moaned while greedily licking her lips. “Well, crazier.”
Lana was too overwhelmed to speak, so she remained silent and wide-eyed in shock. The two girls had fooled around a few times but they had never kissed. She had never kissed anyone outside of her father and mother, and she didn't even do that very often.
Jester's fingers gently swept over Lana's body, tracing the contours of her curves. She cupped the girl's apple-sized breasts, enjoying the feeling of their roundness in her small hands. In one second, her thumbs were brushing over the girl's prominent nipples, erecting them, and in the next, her fingers were sinking deeply into the curves of Lana's hips and buttocks, leaving pale friction streaks in their path. Jester finally dipped her fingers lower, finding Lana's pubic hair and pulling sharply at it, eliciting a painful groan from the older girl. The yellow hairs were thick and wiry like a bed of soft bristles. She loved how much more mature the blonde girl was in comparison to her, although she did feel a tinge of jealousy as well.
“If I had a body like this, I wouldn't be hiding it behind a ridiculous school uniform,” Jester announced with a pout, staring down with annoyance at her own flat chest, “I'd walk around stark naked like Cheetah!”
The heiress couldn't help but to giggle at that, which probably wasn't the smartest decision.
“Is that laughter, I hear? Someone must think their punishment is over,” Jester's playful expression grew dark as she drew wet circles around the older girl's nipples with her tongue.
“Ohguuuuu, ohguuuuuu,” Lana blasphemed wantonly, arching her back so that her breasts were even more available to Jester's lapping mouth.
Suddenly, Jester clamped her mouth down on the girl's nipple, gripping the nub tightly between her sharp teeth. Lana jolted up with shock and threw her arms around in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, but Jester easily pinned her down again. Her gymnast's strength was not something to be taken lightly. The clown-girl's bright green eyes glimmered with delight at her friend's panicked reaction. The poor heiress thrashed about so violently that she began knocking the items on her nightstand onto the floor.
“Rich girls never take care of their things,” Jester giggled as she moved on to the next nipple, licking and blowing on it so that it was as hard as possible.
“Jess, please don't! Don't bite me aga-OW!"”
Lana's pleas are cut off as Jester ground her teeth down painfully on the girl's nipples. “Don't be silly, nipples are meant to be nipped at, silly. Why do you think they are called that?”
The blonde girl's eyes begin brimming with tears and Jester eagerly rushed to lick them off of her shivering face, savoring the taste of her discomfort.
Jester gazes at the silently weeping girl and her knees buckle as a startling realization quickly dawns. “Oh no,” she mumbles, more out of confusion than anything else, “I think I'm in fuckin' love with you.”
“Wait, what did you just say?!” Leana's tears stopped abruptly as she stared up at the jester with an astonished face.
“Don't worry about it, we can talk about that later. For now, do you have any guesses as to where these fingers are going?”
A malicious grin spread across Jester's face as she tauntingly waved her claw-like fingernails in front of the girl's eyes. Lana Luthor's eyes widened like saucers and she began struggling even harder to escape from the girl's iron grip.
“Jester, no! You can't! I'm begging you, they are too sharp! Please, at least trim your nails or something!” the girl cried out desperately.
Jester stayed quiet, but her arm slowly snaked down Lana's body, her nimble fingers sliding through her thatch of public hair before pressing against her moist entrance. She took her time, moving slowly and deliberately heightened her friend's fear.
“Jess! This isn't funny anymore. As the Founding Member and Leader of the Junior Super-Criminals, I order, you to st—”
Lana's voice caught in her throat as a fresh new pain rocketed throughout her body. It took her several seconds to regain the use of her voice, but when she did, she began wailing. Jester hadn't simply poked at her entrance, no; she had speared two sharply-pointed fingers into her lower sex without so much as a warning.
Jester giggled lightly as she sawed her fingers in and out of the shrieking girl, making sure to twist and rend so that the nails scrapped her sensitive flesh on the way out. Lana thumped the back of her head against the bed's headrest, and a tirade of profanities flowed from her lips accompanied by a jet of saliva.
However, the juvenile jester didn't stop her assault on the girl, and soon the room was filled with a wet "SCHLORP"ing sound as her hands became absolutely drenched in the girl's steaming, arousal fluid. Lana began bucking her hips into her friend's fingers, the pain activating some hidden pleasure center in her brain and driving her wild.
After a few more seconds, Lana yelped and her body convulsed as a sudden wave of pleasure crashed into her. The orgasm hit her like a brick to the face, and she spasmed, tumbling from the bed in a sweaty heap, as her lower body contracted and twitched. Jester grinned and licked her fingers hungrily, relishing the taste of Lana's saltiness. She gazed down at the thrashing girl, appreciating the scratch marks all over her torso and the bite marks surrounding her raw, irritated areolas. She leaned back on the bed proudly, knowing that she alone could bring Lana to climax with tooth and nail.
In the corner of the room, hidden inside of the closet, a little red girl composed of lasers and lines of code secretly watches the two lovers as her own hand vigorously rubs at her digital nethers.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
Real Name: Mary Maker
Main Alias: The Jester
Supervillian Mentor: The Joker
Base of Operations: Various hideouts and random apartments, Gotham City
Powers and Abilities: Acrobatics, Pain Resistance, Joker Venom Immunity, Physical Combat
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