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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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Harley waves at the little girl as the cruiser pulls out of the driveway and accelerates. She watches the police officer closely, worried that he'd see how flushed Babsy's face is, or notice that she stumbled into the car, or hear her giggling. Fortunately, this officer isn't much of a detective and doesn't have much interest in Babsy, or he'd quickly discover that she's zonked. She only lives about a mile away, so if she doesn't talk, maybe he'll never notice.
Harley stumbles back into her home, feeling a bit dopey herself. Harley doesn't handle pot very well, despite plenty of experience, and Babsy smoked more than she did! Fortunately, Harley's schedule is open for the next hour, and before the pot makes her forget, she immediately cancels the rest of her appointments for the day, claiming a family emergency.
Then she gets to work, because stoned or not, she needs to move a mountain with almost no time to spare.
First, she grabs a Coke from the fridge and her laptop from the study, and she plops her ass on the sofa in the living room. She finishes half of her drink before the computer boots up, and she logs into her cloud drive. She smiles when she sees that her cameras were working as planned.
Babsy discovered one of her cameras, but Harley has two more in her office and a few others strategically placed throughout the house. Her philosophy: use as many cameras as you can afford. It paid off. Her cameras captured Babsy's sessions in their entirety from two angles in high definition.
Harley quickly trims away ten minutes that Joker would find boring, but she doesn't touch the grand finale, because she knows that will leave his mouth watering. She can't take a chance of him losing interest, so she puts that part of the video in front, and lets him see the scene from both cameras, not wanting to edit out anything.
As she watches herself groping Babsy on the computer screen, trying to put on a show for her Puddin, she realizes how much she lost control of herself. Harley is very fluid sexually, fancying anyone her lover would fancy. She sees Babsy through Joker's eyes, which inflames her with both jealousy and desire. Babsy has that kind of beauty that can only be achieved for a few short years in a girl's life, typically during middle school. She has the delicate muscles and beautifully placed baby fat that only a child can make work. Everything cries out sexuality while still embracing innocence. Harley is a beautiful woman in her own right, and she works out every day to keep her body in tip-top shape. She uses all the right techniques, but she can never achieve again the kind of youthful beauty she had at thirteen -- the kind of beauty Babsy has now. Harley wants that beauty for herself almost as much as she wants to give it to her Puddin. She was lucky that the cruiser arrived when it did. Otherwise, Harley would have gone as far with Babsy as the little girl would let her, and after all of the doctor's mind games, Babsy was open to anything.
Finally, after nearly a half-hour of editing, Harley is thrilled with her latest soft-core Lolita porno.
Mistah J will love what he sees. Girl on girl really gets him hot. He'll berate her for not going all the way, for the sake of the video, but Harley knows better. He wouldn't like it if Harley got the first crack at his young virgin. Being first is part of his kink. He will want to ruin Babsy for anyone else, just like he had ruined Harley.
She pastes a link to a text message and writes:
"Hey, Puddin', you better get up off yer ass and check this out! I got the girl! She's perfect!"
Then she clicks send.
Despite being made to wait again and again, Harley is not a patient woman. She has a very busy day ahead of her if she wants to be ready for that party with Babsy tomorrow, but she can't plan anything until she knows exactly what her Puddin' thinks. All she can do is worry.
Will he even check his messages?
He never responds anymore. Maybe he blocks Harley's number.
A micro expression of panic tremors over her face, but she quickly suppresses it. That possibility is unthinkable.
Harley desperately wishes she could be with her Joker right now, wherever he is, to share this moment with him. Harley loves the look in his eyes when he is stunned by beauty. His jokes fail him, and his defenses collapse. Longing fills his eyes, as though such a vision can bring him back to the simple pleasures of a pivotal time in his life.
But maybe Harley screwed up.
She is confident that Babsy is exactly what her bae needs. But this Joker is a wild card, so nothing is a sure bet. She needs to set the stage and introduce Babsy in the best possible way. Joker loves contradictions and conflicts. He wants a filthy slut inside of an pure innocent's body. Otherwise, he loses interest. Babsy has both bases covered, and with Harley's help, Joker could push her in either direction at will.
Everything could turn on Babsy's teary eyes. Mistah J is totally turned on by tears and moaning, but he's just as turned off by whining. If he interprets her considerable angst as whining, then it's back to the drawing board.
So this video is as much a pitch as it is a treat, but Harley is giddy with excitement.
Now, twenty minutes later, Harley waits for Mistah J to check his messages.
And she waits a little longer.
And just when she's about to lose her mind and text him again, she hears the familiar, laughing ringtone on her phone, and she answers instantly.
"Hello Puddin," she says playfully. "Like what you see?"
"Do you have any clue what you are doing? The fucking police commissioner's daughter?" he asks incredulously, sounding more shocked than pleased, but then he cackles and claps his hands like a maniac.
"I know, right? And she's jealous of Batman! I've looked at this one for some time, and now I've finally got her! She's funny, and she loves to laugh! But she's also a cry-baby. You're gonna love those tears as much as her smile! She thinks she wants to be a good girl, but she's much more like us! And get this -- getting spanked by her daddy turns her on! Can you believe it? She was open to suggestion even before I hypnotized her! Now she won't be able to turn it off! Can you imagine?"
"I don't like tricks," Joker says cautiously. "You can't hypnotize a girl to do something she doesn't want to do."
"Oh, so you are the expert now?" Harley teases. "But I don't need to make her do anything. I only need to give her permission. I opened her up to her own feelings, and underneath that self-doubt and embarrassment is a very naughty girl!"
"With a very naughty doctor!" Joker jokes. "Both so delightfully wet and thirsty!"
Now he was fantasizing about Harley and Babsy together, and Harley almost loses her mind. It was all she had hoped for. She texts a photo to his phone, revealing, "I had her so flustered, she forgot these Hello Kitty panties when she left my office!"
Joker laughs so hard that he begins to cough. "She's more perfect than you even know! I love the red hair, but you know I only like it on their heads—not even peach fuzz anywhere else!"
"Of course, Puddin', and after I messed with her, I'm sure the sight of body hair makes her want to barf!" Harley explains proudly. "Her pussy will be as smooth as a baby's bottom by tomorrow, I guarantee it. You're going to love her!"
"Twelve years ... how did I miss this little morsel? Give me more of her, Harl!" he celebrates, breaking into orgasmic laughter again. "We will drive the commish straight into Arkham!"
"Speaking of Arkham," she adds teasingly, "guess what! I'm taking her to a costume party tomorrow at the Arkham Juvenile Center, and you can wreck havoc with her there! Ha! You can just dress as yourself, and nobody will know it's really you!"
"Arkham Juvenile Center?" Joker repeats, scoffing. "You disappoint me, Harl! How can you wreck havoc where havoc already rules? How about a party in your neck of the woods?"
"Gotham Heights? I ... How can I arrange that on such short notice?" Harley asks nervously.
"You know how..." Joker prompts threateningly. "Remember? Trick? Or Treat?"
Harley gasps. "Oh Mista J! Remember last time? I might have lost my job!"
"Pfft! " Joker replies. "I knew you were a double-agent! You pick and choose between order and chaos, between rules and honesty. You'll never be true to the cause!"
"No Mista J, please don't say that!" Harley begs, reeling from his sudden reversal. "Its just that if we play that game, I can't guarantee that she'll remain a virgin!"
"Virgin, smirgin," Joker replies. "Don't worry so much, Harl! I'll sacrifice anything, even a virgin, for a laugh!"
"Well, it will be unforgettable!" Harley laughs with growing enthusiasm and with tears in her eyes. She decides to leave the decisions to him and hopes to win his excitement back. "What should we go as?"
"What about that sexy thing you wore when we crashed the Tobacconist's Club? That was a big hit! Dress the girl up the same, and head for the gazebo! What a set up! And maybe I'll land the punchline! Can you imagine?"
Harley can imagine. She already feels the humiliation, and it makes her crazy wet. "I love it, Puddin', but what about the cops? How will we get that far?"
Joker laughs at her worrisome mind. "This is Halloween! The cops won't have time to waste on such minor disturbances, but if you can't handle it..."
"Of course I can, if that's what you want!" Harley cuts him off, gushing. But she bites her fingernails, because he could change his mind at any minute. She needs for him to believe in her.
"Then it's all set! Make my dreams come true, you gorgeous cunt!"
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