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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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Babsy's heart pounds in her chest like a drum. Her eyes dart about like she is on a battlefield. She feels unsteady on her feet, as though she is standing on a boat during a storm.
But then she hears Dr. Harley's message on her cell phone, throwing her a lifeline. The storm subsides, and though she is still adrift in a sea of hormones, she feels that she can navigate again. Harley is Babsy's north star.
Her feelings about Daddy are simply growing pains she needs to deal with. Babsy already accepted that she has feelings for girls, and she'll learn to accept these unsettling feelings about Daddy, too. At least she doesn't also have to deal with horrible acne, like some of her classmates!
She even manages a laugh through her tears, easing the panic further.
Harley must be right; Daddy isn't upset with Babsy. The truth was right there in his letter. He just doesn't think she is ready for an adult love. He wants her to experience the world first. He thinks she is too innocent and fragile for what must follow.
He might be right about her being fragile, anyway. This experience has sapped all of her strength. Now that Harley has broken her cycle of worry, Babsy wants to take a long bath that lasts the rest of the day and not think about anything that might start the cycle again.
So, she fills the bathtub with water almost too hot for her to touch, and she slowly lowers herself into the steaming bubbles. When she finally adjusts to the heat, she browses Instagram and Tumblr on her phone for almost an hour before the stress and lack of sleep finally catch up with her and she drifts into a dreamless slumber.
She stirs awake again a few hours later in lukewarm water that her skin has soaked up like a sponge.
She hears a phone ringing.
Confused, she thinks that she had dropped her cell phone in the water. Then she sees the phone resting on the edge of the tub, but it's not ringing.
Finally, she understands that sound is coming from the landline phone in the kitchen.
She scurries out of the tub and tiptoes naked into the kitchen, moving past one of Daddy's cameras with barely a thought.
Fortunately, the landline phone never goes to voicemail, so Babsy catches it on the ninth ring.
"Hello?"
"Miss Gordon?" an impatient voice asks.
"Yeah."
"Hello, I'm your Lyft to Doctor Quinzel's office," the voice says.
"What?" Babsy asks, startled, but then quickly remembers that Harley would be waiting at her office before taking her to the Halloween party.
"The doctor promised me a big tip if I get you to her office quickly, so don't give me any trouble," the driver says sharply, as though Babsy will be stealing money from him if she delays.
"Oh," Babsy murmurs, afraid to make a decision, but then she remembers how much she wanted to go to this party yesterday, and after however long she was napping in the tub, she's eager to hang out with Harley again. "Okay, but give me a couple of minutes."
The driver groans before saying "sure" and hanging up.
Babsy hurries into her bedroom and tosses clothes out of her bureau onto the bed, frantically debating what to wear. She stands naked in front of Daddy's camera with a smile, and she wants to wear something that will turn him on when he watches her later.
The weather outside is unseasonably warm for Halloween, and she's feeling naughty again, so she dresses accordingly.
She squeezes into a t-shirt that fit her three years ago and a Sailor Moon miniskirt that would be daring even if she wore panties, which she won't.
She smiles in the mirror, sure that Daddy will like what he sees, and Harley will be impressed, too.
The Lyft honks the horn outside impatiently.
She smiles playfully at Daddy's camera before slipping into a pair of two-inch heels and hurrying out of the house.
She bounces into the car, apologizing to the Lyft driver for making him wait.
The driver burns rubber in frustration, complaining under his breath. Babsy isn't paying him, so he feels no need to show her any respect.
He drives much faster and brakes much harder than Babsy feels comfortable with, and he pulls into Harley's driveway before Babsy can complain.
Harley is already outside of her front door, waiting for Babsy. She taps a few times on her phone.
The Lyft driver's phone pings, and his attitude immediately changes. Harley must have given him the promised big tip, because the driver smiles, jumps out of his car and opens the door for Babsy. Then he is quickly on his way to his next fare.
Harley is standing on her porch like it is a stage. She looks fantastic!
Yesterday, Harley looked sexy in that professional way. Now, she sizzles in an extremely high crop top and extremely distressed denim shorts. "Can you believe how warm it is today, Babsy?" she cries out with a big smile while spinning on her feet and raising her hands above her head. Her boobs literally pop out from below the crop top, briefly showing off her adorned nipples, before she covers them up again without a hint of embarrassment.
Babsy didn't notice the unseasonable weather until now, and suddenly she feels hot. Babsy thought that she had dressed daring, but Harley models a whole new level of bravery.
With a gesture and a smile, the doctor summons Babsy onto her porch.
Babsy climbs the four steps and is welcomed by a full embrace that is not appropriate for a doctor/patient relationship, because Harley has wandering hands and eyes.
"My, you look delicious today," Harley whispers in her ear, and Babsy feels tickled in a way that she can't understand. "What happened to that scared little girl who called me in a panic this morning?"
"I don't know," Babsy replies seriously and then stupidly pretends innocence. "I don't usually dress like this, but I really didn't have much else to wear. I don't have cool clothes like yours. Is that your costume for the party?"
"Oh, this? It's just for around the house, but don't worry; I've got us both covered in the costume department," she says then laughs like it's a joke. "But before that, how are you feeling? You sound much better than you sounded on the phone."
"Oh," Babsy says, looking down and feeling embarrassed. "I don't know why I thought Daddy would want me like that. It's really stupid. I just saw those pornos he watches and thought ... I mean, why would he want me?" Babsy trails off, suddenly feeling confused again.
"Why wouldn't he want a hottie like you?" Harley counters wickedly. "Oh sweetie, he can't come right out and say it! It's embarrassing for your Daddy, too. You have to stay on him. When you are both ready, you will feel embarrassed together, laugh, and it will never bother you again. That is what happen with me and my Puddin. It doesn't matter if other people disapprove. They are just jealous. They want to keep us apart and make us follow unfair rules, just so they feel better. Fuck taboos! You know what I do when people try that bullshit with me? I do this!"
Harley raises her middle finger in the air and waves it around as if at the neighborhood and the world beyond.
Babsy laughs.
"You try it!" Harley insists.
Babsy blushes, but she follows Harley's lead. She stands by Harley's side and both girls wave their middle fingers proudly.
An old lady across the street is watching them, looking offended, and even more so when Harley and Babsy stick out their tongues.
Suddenly Harley flashes her tits!
Babsy squeaks in delight and before her better senses kick in, the nearly twelve-year-old girl lifts her shirt and follows Harley's lead.
Harley grabs Babsy and they hurry into her house, giggling like children playing a game.
"You see? I'm so proud of you! You are tapping into your super power of being a woman! It's magic, you know! Never believe it's not so!" Harley sings and laughs. "How does it feel?"
Babsy is giddy with excitement, but all she can say is, "Fun!"
"I know, right?" Harley agrees. "This magic is part of you! Use it or lose it, and never look back!"
Babsy's smiles, but self-doubt is already creeping in. "Are you sure? Maybe I'm not ready, yet. You said so yourself -- that Daddy doesn't think I'm ready, either."
Harley rolls her eyes. "That's why he brought you to me -- to get you ready! That's what I think. He wants you to have your own experiences, and you can't delay. When you have a fish on the hook, you can't leave it dangling. You have captured your Daddy's heart with your beauty and charm, but that power fades if you don't make the most of it. You need to remind him every chance you get how amazing you are!"
"How do I do that?" Babsy asks, fascinated by Harley's wisdom.
Harley's smile wavers, and for just a moment, she sounds desperate and unsure. "You may have him under your spell now, but magic gets old, so you need to change it up a little every day. Always keep him wondering. Have you heard the expression ‘all is fair in love and war?' Learn what drives him crazy and use it. You'll have to break some rules. Remember: the only thing you must never do is be boring!"
Babsy nods, amazed that nobody had ever told her anything like this before. "Okay, I'll try."
"Don't worry; you are with me," Harley says, filled with enthusiasm. "I won't let you be boring."
Harley grabs Babsy's hand and leads her into her bedroom where two elegant boxes sit on a clumsily made bed. She nudges one box towards Babsy, saying, "And the best way to be exciting is to wear a slutty costume for everyone to ogle at. That is what Halloween was made for! And you might have guessed by now, I don't hold back with anything!"
Babsy laughs as she opens the box labelled "Batgirl". She takes her first glimpse at the shiny violet and yellow folds inside. Harley could not have bought this costume from a rack at a Halloween store. The accessories are luxurious. The little black mask looks hand-made out of velvet. The utility belt looks adorable, if pointless. The cape is pure silk. The gloves and high-heeled boots glisten like they are made of gold.
Babsy looks up at Harley in glee, never having received anything so fancy before, but she is confused, because all she sees are the accessories but no costume. No cat suit or dress or blouse or skirt.
She looks at Harley, whose box is labeled simply "Harley." Inside the box are a pair of goggles, Doc Martin shoes, two punk bracelets and mismatched fishnets for her legs.
"Where are the rest of the costumes?" Babsy asks.
"Well, for that you have to take off your clothes and follow me!" Harley says with a smile while unexpectedly lifting her t-shirt over her head, and her perfect, natural c-cups drop back with a hypnotic bounce.
Babsy stares at her doctor with an open mouth. The sophisticated air that Harley presented yesterday is now completely gone; she has transformed into a sex goddess.
Seeing the awe in Babsy's eyes, Harley poses for the full effect, seducing the girl, and becoming everything that Babsy wishes she could be.
The gorgeous blonde's body is a canvas. When practicing as a doctor, Harley hides the art under her professional clothes, but she is a museum when naked. Each of her nipples are pinched by tiny rings that squeeze the tips, thrusting them forward. She has several tattoos, of which Babsy's favorite is over her left breast, reading in beautiful calligraphy: "Daddy's Little Monster." Another tattoo is revealed as Harley unbuttons her distressed shorts and carefully lowers them to the ground without distressing them further. Just over her laser-smoothed pussy are the words, "Lucky You!"
"What do you think?" Harley asks.
Babsy blushes and a warm, wet tickle rolls over her body. It's the same reckless force that took her over last night, except that now she is thinking about her doctor instead of her Daddy! "Sorry," she says, afraid to say.
"Don't be sorry!" Harley rebukes with a smile. She points at Babsy's clothes. "And don't get shy on me. Remember, you are Batgirl, now!"
Babsy nods and smiles back.
"Well?" Harley nudges her playfully.
Babsy nervously lifts her shirt over her head, and she tosses it to Harley, attempting to be playful.
"Take it all off!" Harley demands while clapping her hands and whistling like Babsy imagines people do at strip clubs.
Babsy laughs, too. She hesitates for just a moment, but she had shaved her pussy at Harley's request, and she wants to impress her doctor, so she throws caution to the wind!
Babsy turns around, showing Harley her backside. Then she grabs the hem of the miniskirt and pushes it to the ground, displaying her ass and pussy in all of its wetness!
Harley is struck silent, watching Babsy's excitement collect like a dew drop on her clit.
But Harley is not to be outdone. Not by a longshot.
While the girl is still bending over, Harley kneels behind her and grabs her hips, commanding, "Don't move!"
Babsy doesn't dare. She doesn't even breath as her imagination runs wild about what the good doctor has in mind.
"Your ride home yesterday interrupted me from giving you a thorough physical," Harley purrs while staring into Babsy's pussy from behind. Her words don't match her actions or her tone. "You did a fine job shaving down here, hun, and are keeping yourself clean. Very good! This makes my job easier."
"Oh," Babsy replies stupidly, dizzy with excitement, yet somehow she doesn't fall over. She remains perfectly still with her hands touching the floor by her ankles and her ass inches from Harley's face.
Harley runs a finger over Babsy's anus, making Babsy shiver in anticipation, but Harley doesn't pause to examine. Her finger slides deliberately around Babsy's pubic area, and she notes, "You are slightly irritated here, but that will go away when your skin gets accustomed to the razor."
"Okay," Babsy whispers between anxious breaths.
Harley's finger is then drawn towards the wet heat.
Her well-manicured nails slide around Babsy's outer labia like a stylus over a record. "Mmm, nice, pink pussy lips!" she says admiringly, not even pretending to sound like a doctor, now.
"Thanks," is all Babsy can think to say, before suddenly she can't say anything at all.
Because then Harley grabs Babsy's ass cheeks with both hands, thumbs touching in the middle. Then Harley squeezes her hands, and Babsy's pussy opens like a flower.
"Oh my God!" Babsy gasps, not even sure what she is feeling.
"Mmm, I've never seen a girl your age get this wet before!" Harley purrs. "No wonder your Daddy wants to fuck you!"
"Oh God!" Babsy repeats and closes her eyes, not knowing what to expect next.
Yet she is still surprised when Harley leans in and licks her pussy! Harley licks everywhere, inside, outside and even sucks on her pussy lips!
Babsy starts to fall over, overwhelmed by pleasure tinged with shame, but Harley grabs her hips tightly, keeping her up.
"Mmm, your pussy tastes sweet and sour like fruit. That's very healthy! What did you have for breakfast?" Harley asks enthusiastically.
Breakfast? Why is Harley asking her about breakfast? Babsy struggles to think with Harley breathing between her legs. "Oh God! Just a cereal bar and orange juice!"
But Harley has already forgotten her own question. She buries her nose into Babsy's pussy while her tongue reaches out and flicks at Babsy's clit!
Somehow Babsy maintains her balance until Harley slips one finger in her pussy and another in her anus, fucking her rapidly. Finally, Babsy collapses and tumbles on her back. She spreads her legs and is well on her way to orgasm. She is ready for anything and everything Harley wants to do!
But the doctor licks her lips and stands over the fallen girl. "Wow, Babsy, you pass with flying colors! You have a fantastic sexual response! Congratulations!"
"What?" Babsy asks, frustrated. "You can't stop now!"
Harley reaches down to help Babsy stand up again. "Sorry, hun, but going any further would not be professional. Stupid rules, you know."
"Professional?" Babsy laughs with a hint of anger. "Rules?"
Harley frowns, disappointed that Babsy would question her. "I was simply attempting to evaluate your sexual response, and I strive to be thorough."
Babsy is so stunned by Harley's bullshit that she can't see the obvious flaws in what the doctor was claiming, such as why Babsy needed a sexual examination in the first place? Also, how is this examination being thorough when she won't bring Babsy to orgasm? But the only question Babsy actually asks is, "Don't you want me at all?"
"Can't you tell, hun?" Harley asks gently.
Babsy's face starts to crack and tears flow freely. "I don't know! I don't know what I'm feeling! I can't be feeling this way for you! What's wrong with me?"
"Sweety!" Harley says, holding Babsy in an embrace. "This is totally normal! You are having a crush -- it's like being in love, but you'll get over it!"
"I ... I don't understand," Babsy asks, soaking in Harley's heat and affection. "My feelings ... they aren't real?"
"Of course, they are real! You feel like you are in love with me! I feel the same way! But these are passing feelings. We are feeling each other's magic. That's why your Daddy wants you to have experiences, so you can discover this magical world. Then you will know the difference between love that is enduring and love that is merely fun. Do you understand?"
"So I'm not falling in love with you?" Babsy asks, needing to be told.
"Well, it's hard to say," Harley admits, and then she smiles and pulls Babsy in close. "Let's find out,"
Harley kisses Babsy full on the lips, first tenderly, then ravenously, tongue touching tongue, breasts rubbing against breasts, and the young girl disintegrates in her arms.
Suddenly, Harley pulls back, remaining inches from Babsy's face and breathing heavily and with a surprised look on her face. After a moment, she smiles again and says unconvincingly, "See? It's just a kiss. We want to make love, but that doesn't mean we are in love."
"So you want to make love?" Babsy asks, even more confused after the kiss.
Harley sighs. "There is a famous song lyric that goes, ‘when you can't be with the one you love, love the one you are with.' That's us, with all of the feelings but none of the commitments. You see? What you feel is beautiful no matter who you feel it with and no matter where you feel it. So don't feel ashamed."
Harley lets Babsy go and spins around. She suddenly sounds like a doctor again. "But let's not talk about it. It would be inappropriate for us to make this any more personal in my home office. But what is done is done. No need to relive it. We just need to wait a bit, because this is a professional workplace. We can do anything we want as soon as we walk out that door, where we won't be breaking the doctor/patient rules."
"Really?" Babsy asks with irrational hope, suddenly accepting Harley's barrage of bullshit as a promise.
"Of course!" Harley lies again. Then she grabs Babsy's hand and places it on her tit. She whispers, "And you'll be able to touch me, too! You won't need to wait long!"
"Oh," Babsy says with a hopeful smile as the feel of Harley's nipple remains in the palm of her hand even after Harley turns away.
Harley grabs her hand and leads her into the bathroom, and Babsy is willing to be led anywhere.
"So I can touch you at the party?" Babsy asks hopefully.
"Oh, I forgot about that," Harley says. "The party I told you about was canceled, but don't worry, I know of a much better party for us to crash."
"Really? Where is it? How many people will be there?" Babsy asks.
"Oh Jeez," Harley says and starts counting with her fingers. Then she just throws up her hands, saying, "As many as we can meet. But I don't want to say anymore. Isn't it more fun to be surprised? Or is that just me? I know, I'm not like other people."
"I've noticed that!" Babsy says adoringly.
"And here is a secret, lil Batgirl," Harley teases while lightly slapping Babsy's ass. "You aren't like other people, either!"
That is the first time Babsy was ever excited to think of herself as being unlike other girls.
Harley leads Babsy into her bathroom to finally get into costume.
Babsy had never imagined a bathroom could be this large! It's bigger than Harley's office, and it contains a Jacuzzi and a giant vanity that Harley has somehow covered with makeup, accessories, mirrors and various kinds of applicators.
Harley had cleared out a space on the vanity and placed a purple jar and a white jar neatly in the center with a powder puff on either side.
Harley hands the purple jar to Babsy, saying, "This is your costume." Then she grabs the white jar. "And this is mine."
"What are you talking about," Babsy laughs nervously. "Is this ... body paint?"
Harley shakes her head. "Body paint is boring. No, this is edible body powder! It's mostly corn starch, so it's good for your skin. We apply it with these fluffy things. Your costume will taste like black raspberry, and mine will taste like cotton candy!"
"What?" Babsy asks, dumbfounded. "Why?"
"Why?" Harley repeats. "Because nothing can ever be too fun!"
Babsy can't speak for several seconds, and then she asks, "What kind of a party are we going to?"
"A Halloween party, of course!" Harley says, rolling her eyes. "The biggest there is! And who wouldn't want to be the Halloween candy? And we'll also be celebrating your birthday -- in your birthday suit. Isn't that perfect?"
Babsy laughs, delighted at the thought, but she cannot overlook the obvious. "But you said there will be kids there," she reminds Harley.
"Yes, yes, don't fret, lil Batgirl! There will be plenty of kids your age," Harley replies, as if that was what worried the girl. "I thought you were ready for this after telling me how you sexted with Alexis, and then what you did last night -- I mean, wow, that was bold!"
"Yeah," Babsy whispers nervously, not sure how to feel. "But I thought last night was a mistake."
"Of course not, silly! Last night was a big victory for you, and don't you forget it!" Harley insists. "Last night you admitted your feelings and forced your Daddy to admit his feelings, too. You broke society's stupid rules and came out stronger for it! That was very brave and even therapeutic to use some shrink jargon."
"Really?" Babsy asks in disbelief, but wanting to believe.
"Sure, it was just what I would have prescribed, if I had thought of it, and it won't do you or your daddy any good to hide back in your shell, now! You need to face your fears and nightmares head on! You need to explore those feelings, or you'll never be true to yourself. You'll never know if your daddy is the one! And if he isn't the one, it's better to find that out now, isn't it?"
Babsy nods, now more confused about what she wants and even who she loves -- but she wants to follow wherever Harley leads. She can't even imagine turning back, now. She adopts a smile and asks, "So ... you will be wearing powder, too?"
"Of course!" Harley laughs while bumping her hip against Babsy's. "And hardly anything else! I wouldn't ask you to do anything that I wouldn't do! And unlike you, I won't even be wearing a mask! Don't worry so much. I do this every year! You'll have fun, I promise!"
"I don't know," Babsy murmurs. Her mask looks smaller than the one Robin wears. She wishes it was a cowl, like Batman's. But the possibility of being discovered makes Harley's pitch even more exciting.
Babsy giggles and squirms when Harley tickles her ribs.
"I'll tell you what," Harley offers. "Let's put on the powder and everything else, and if you still feel uncomfortable, we'll just stay here on my couch and watch old monster movies."
"Okay," Babsy replies shyly, happy to put off the decision that has already been made.
Harley kisses Babsy's cheek and then drags her into the bathroom. Harley ties Babsy's hair into a bun, and then she quickly ties her own. "Let's start by powdering ourselves, and then we'll powder each other's hard-to-reach parts."
Each girl opens her jar of edible body powder and inserts a powder puff.
A fine cloud of purple floats in the air when Babsy removes her puff and excites her nose with its raspberry essence.
The white cloud around Harley jar has the milder smell of vanilla.
The girls powder their tits, first.
"What are you doing?" Harley asks when Babsy continues applying powder to her nipples well after they are already purple.
"I can still see my nipples," Babsy complains. "I mean, the powder isn't covering anything, just changing the color a little."
"Of course, lil Batgirl!" Harley replies. "Color is fun, but why would you want to hide anything? We show our faces to the world all year long, but on Halloween we will hide our faces and show off our bodies instead."
"Oh," Babsy replies and smiles innocently.
The girls continue covering their torsos and arms with their respective colors.
Harley's excess powder falls almost invisibly onto the white towels below their feet, but Babsy's purple looks much messier.
Babsy laughs. "Who is going to clean all of this up?"
"Do you want some spending money?" Harley jokes.
Babsy laughs, but the idea is tempting.
Finally, the girls switch powder puffs.
Harley finishes putting a light layer of purple on Babsy's backside from top to bottom.
When it's Babsy's turn, she has a little fun with Harley, requesting that the older girl lean over like Babsy did earlier so Babsy can cover Harley's asshole and pussy completely in white.
Harley doesn't hesitate, so Babsy mischievously brushes Harley's pussy with tantalizing strokes for several seconds, as though getting sweet revenge.
But Babsy hesitates when she sees that the white powder turns darker between Harley's pussy lips, and she realizes that she has made Harley wet, too!
That is too much for Babsy to resist!
She licks all of the powder off Harley's pussy like she is licking an ice cream cone.
Harley giggles and gyrates her hips, but then Babsy stops. "Are you done back there?" Harley asks teasingly.
"Almost," Babsy replies.
Then she slides a finger down the middle of Harley's crack and takes a quick dip inside.
"Oh!" Harley exclaims, surprised at the little girl's audacity, but she doesn't otherwise react, letting Babsy slide in a second and a third finger. Babsy proceeds to fucks her for several seconds with a big smile on her childish face.
Finally, Babsy pulls away and stands up. She giggles because Harley is blushing beneath all of that white powder. Babsy licks her lips. She loves that she can make her mentor feel that way, too.
"Why did you stop?" Harley asks playfully.
"It wouldn't be ... professional," Babsy giggles.
"Haven't you learned anything?" Harley shakes her head, teasing. "You don't need to play by my rules, or any rules, unless they are fun!"
"Oh!" Babsy replies, suddenly enlightened. Then she licks the white off her fingers and smiles mischievously. "You taste like cotton candy."
"And nothing else?" Harley asks, sounding slightly disappointed.
Then both girls look at each other and laugh.
Harley grabs the boxes which contain the non-edible parts of their costumes. She hands one box to Babsy, saying. "Let's finish up, and then we'll break all the rules!"
So they make a mockery of "dressing up".
Harley puts white make-up on her face to match the white powder covering her body. Her pussy is still pink where Babsy had licked off the powder, but Harley does nothing about it, apparently liking it that way. Then she carefully wipes away the white residue from her fabulous tattoos, because she rarely gets to show those masterpieces off! She finishes up by slipping into her fishnet tights and wearing the goofy goggles like a bandana.
At the same time, Babsy puts on her boots and gloves, which glide on easily over her powdered skin. The utility belt hangs freely around her waist, making her slim body look curvy.
Finally, Babsy slips on the small, black mask and looks in the mirror. She loves what she sees! She feels sexier and more beautiful than she had ever felt before, but she is also worried. "This mask is so small! Are you sure people won't be able to recognize me?"
Harley stands behind her. She doesn't want to touch Babsy, or their colored powders would mix, but she gives the girl a kiss on the head.
"Don't worry, hun. Nobody will be looking at your face, and if they get too enthusiastic..." Harley begins while grabbing a baseball bat and propping it on her shoulder, "I'll introduce them to my friend."
Harley takes Babsy's hand and opens her front door, saying, "See? Nothing to worry about. Are you ready?"
Babsy nods without hesitation, but she hesitates before going through that door. She is so nervous and excited that she is bouncing in her shoes, but she has faith in whatever her doctor tells her to do.
Then immediately Babsy stops herself before they can step outside. "No! I almost forgot! I promised Daddy that I would send him selfies of me wearing my costume!"
Babsy's nerves quickly begin to fray, but Harley won't let her chicken out. Harley grabs the girl's phone and asks, "Why send a boring photo when you can send him a video, instead?"
Babsy blushes in horror and delight. Her body immediately responds. Her nipples harden and her pussy aches.
Harley points the phone at Babsy and instructs, "Say hello to Daddy, and be sexy about it!"
"What should I do?"
"You have been performing for him for weeks now, and you don't know what he likes? Of course you do! Just imagine this phone is one of his cameras at home. Ready? OK, Action!"
Babsy licks her lips again, this time for effect, and then she giggles at the camera. "Hi Daddy, look at me! I'm Batgirl!" She does a quick pirouette, so Daddy will see her front and back, but she stumbles upon completing the turn. Harley laughs, making Babsy laugh, too. Then Babsy insists, "Let me try again!" This time the young gymnast does a pencil leg hold, spinning slowly around twice and never losing her balance. "I love you Daddy!" she says, throwing a kiss while perfectly balanced.
"Wow, you deserve a gold medal!" Harley says, impressed, while quickly attaching the video to a message and pressing send before Babsy can second guess herself. Then she puts the girl's cell phone on the dresser. "Maybe you can use those skills at the party, too!"
Harley finally takes Babsy's hand and pulls her through the front door.
Outside, the sun has already set, but the sky still glows. Under the twilight, the girls appear to be wearing sexy unitards from a distance, but from across the street or even the next house over, their nakedness is be plain to see.
Trick-or-treaters begin to make the rounds in the neighborhood, and they will flood the area in a matter of minutes.
Suddenly aware of how public their indecency has become, Babsy covers up with her hands. The manic state she had felt showing off for Harley and Daddy drifts towards anxiety. "Where is our ride?"
"What ride? We are going trick-or-treating!"
"What??" Babsy gasps.
"This is the ultimate Halloween party!" Harley pitches and begins walking down the walkway, away from the house. Babsy hurries to keep up. "But this party has some rules, just to make it more fun. Whenever we meet someone, we ask them, ‘Trick? Or treat?' Say it just like that, and they have to choose one or the other, or we keep repeating it. Now, if they choose ‘Trick', you show off. If they choose ‘Treat,' you do whatever they ask you to do. Whichever of us makes the biggest impression gets a point, and whichever gets the most points wins!"
Babsy's lips tremble with fear and excitement. After digesting the plan for a moment, her smile creeps back in. "What would I win?"
"Anything your heart desires, hun," Harley whispers mysteriously. Then she laughs and adds, "But don't get your hopes up, because nobody beats me at this game!"
Babsy laughs nervously. "What if they ask to me to do something ... you know, crazy."
Harley scoffs. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But if you refuse and I do the dare intended for you? Well, then I win. Game over! Fair?"
Babsy nods enthusiastically, finally getting into the spirit of Harley's challenge.
Harley seizes upon the eagerness in Babsy's eyes. She puts her arm around the girl's shoulder and urges her down the sidewalk. "Come on, lets have some fun!"
They begin walking down the sidewalk, and every ten seconds or so they step under a streetlight, and they are fully lit up.
Harley seeks out the streetlights, performing a sexy dance move whenever under the spotlight, and Babsy bravely follows suit.
They turn a corner onto a side street, but it is on those streets that Halloween really comes alive. With no car traffic, trick-or-treaters fill both the streets and the sidewalks.
Many of these early trick-or-treaters are quite young and are protected by parents, who whisk the youngsters away from the debauched dare-dolls before they can get close.
But many tweens go door-to-door without parents. The reactions of these youths to the bat-girl and the girl with the bat run the gamut from fear to fascination, and from discomfort to delight.
The first tweens they run into are dressed like Superboy and a slightly older Supergirl. Supergirl probably thought she looked super hot in her costume, with a bare midriff and very small skirt, until Harley and Batgirl came along.
"Trick? Or treat?" Harley and Batgirl say in unison to the super-duo.
Supergirl looks stunned, unsure of what to do, but Superboy is game: "Trick!"
Harley goes first. She tosses an invisible baseball in the air and then pretends to hit it out of the park, doing a sexy trot around Batgirl like someone rounding the bases.
Batgirl, wanting to win this game, raises the stakes dramatically. She calls upon her gymnastics training and rolls into a handstand. Then she spreads her legs in the air with surprising dexterity and balance, holding the pose for at least four seconds. The pink of her pussy glows among the surrounding purple.
Her landing isn't quite as graceful, as she slips on her cape and tumbles onto the grass
Even so, Harley and Superboy give her cheer, and Supergirl is so flustered that she blushes and laughs before grabbing Superboy's hand and pulling him away, despite his protests.
Harley helps Babsy up. "Okay, you win this round," she admits, but now she's taking this game seriously.
They continue down the street for almost a block before running into more tweens.
This time there are two groups of boys, one on each side of the street. One group is dressed as superheroes, and the other group as supervillains.
"Trick? Or treat?" Harley and Batgirl say again to a life-sized Robin and a rather fat little Batman.
"Holy smoke, it's a Bat-girl!" Robin says like a real cosplayer.
Batgirl laughs. "Holy smoke, it's Robin!"
Harley glares at Batgirl for forgetting the game, so Babsy quickly asks Robin, "Trick? Or Treat?"
Robin looks confused.
Harley asks the same question of Batman. "Trick? Or treat?"
Batman is unable to keep his eyes off of Harley's tits, but he somehow manages to choose: "Trick?"
Harley repeats Batgirl's handstand and holds it for almost ten seconds, earning a stiffy from Batman, but Batgirl is less than impressed, having expected more from her teacher than simply copying her move.
Batgirl turns to Robin and asks again, "Trick? Or Treat?"
"Oh!" Robin looks Batgirl over, he chooses to be different by saying, "Treat."
Batgirl licks her lips and bats her slutty eyes, asking, "What do you want to do?"
A look of panic crosses his face. "What do you mean?"
Batgirl rolls her eyes and glances at Harley, who is looking confident that she'll win this round, so Batgirl adds in a whisper. "I'll do anything."
Batman looks jealous, suddenly wishing he had asked Harley for a "treat", too.
But Robin has a completely different kind of request in mind than anyone expects.
He asks, "Will you play superhero with us?"
Batgirl and Harley look at each other, simultaneously asking, "What?"
"Heroes and villains," he says. "Us three our heroes, and they are the villains."
Batgirl looks across the street to see three other costumed boys staring at them in amazement: Riddler, Penguin and Brainiac.
"Okay," Batgirl says with a laugh, unsure how to feel that these boys are more into their roleplaying game than they are into her.
Robin smiles excitedly and urges Batgirl to follow.
Harley waits alone on the sidewalk, bemused, as the bat-trio confront the tween terrors.
Batgirl stands behind Batman and Robin, playing her role by ear.
Robin, who is clearly the leader of this particular Dynamic Duo, punches his palm as a sign of confidence. He challenges the pint-sized villains: "The odds have changed, Riddler. You've got yourselves a super brain, but now we've got a super bod on our side!"
Batgirl cracks up at that one.
Riddler responds with a riddle, of course: "What kind of bees make milk?"
Then Harley cracks up.
Robin ponders the old riddle, and he is surprised when the three villains attack!
Batman isn't much of a talker, and he isn't much of a fighter, either. Brainiac easily gets Batman into a full-nelson.
Robin has more success with Penguin, and they wrestle to a stand-still.
Riddler goes after Batgirl, but he telegraphed his attack as he goes for her boob-bees.
Batgirl has never been in a fight in her life, not even a play fight, but her judo lessons pays off. She throws the much bigger Riddler over her shoulder and flat onto somebody's lawn.
Everyone stops and looks on in awe.
"Holy agility!" Robin says. "I don't know who you are, but you certainly know how to handle yourself!"
Batgirl strikes a heroic pose and smiles. "I'm just happy to be part of the fun!"
But Brainiac, after already defeating Batman, grabs Batgirl from behind, and he's smart enough to avoid her judo throw this time.
Batgirl initially tries to throw him off, but he seems more interested in feeling her up than pushing her down, so she giggles while half-heartedly fighting him off.
Riddler regains his feet, and he stands in front of Batgirl with eyes fierce enough to get Batgirl to forget that someone is groping her.
Riddler pushes his pants down to his ankles, and his hard little cock pops out.
Batgirl's eyes open wide. She had seen pictures of cocks before, but never the real thing, and she was excited, knowing that this particular cock was hard because of her!
"What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?" he asks while grabbing her head.
"I don't know," Batgirl says, too distracted to pay attention to his words.
Brainiac pushes Batgirl down to her knees, and Riddler aims his tween cock at her mouth, saying, "Let's find out!"
Batman, Robin and Penguin stop fighting and gather round. None of them even consider defending her honor.
And Batgirl, for her part, is curious to know the answer to the riddle.
The squishy glans of his cock rubs against her lips, demanding entry.
She opens her mouth.
But suddenly the kids hear an old man yelling from his porch, "Get off my property, you little pervs!"
The five boys scatter like frightened mice, leaving Batgirl kneeling on the lawn, tingling all over.
"You, too, young lady!" he yells at Batgirl, squinting his eyes to get a better look at her. "And put some clothes on for Pete's sake!"
Embarrassed, Batgirl stands up and walks across the street to find Harley laughing.
"He called me a ‘lady'!" Batgirl quips.
"And why not, just because we are naked?" Harley asks, and then dares to claim, "So now we are tied at one point apiece!"
"Tied?" Babsy repeats, and then remembers that the girls are playing a game. "Are you are kidding! I almost ... And he had his hands all over me!"
"Yes, but almost doesn't count, and he was the wrong guy!" Harley says seriously.
Batgirl thinks about that for a second. "Okay, but next time you have to come up with your own trick!"
"Deal," Harley says, feeling like she stole a point.
Harley notices that fewer kids are on the sidewalks, now, and she understands why: their parents are keeping them inside. Gotham Heights has a rapid response neighborhood watch. As Joker predicted, the police won't rush to the scene for a case of indecent exposure, especially not on Halloween. Parents know as much, so the responsible ones shelter indoors with their young children until one of them sounds the all-clear.
But the tweens come out in force, not wanting to miss the event that everyone will be talking about in school on Monday. Even people normally too old for trick-or-treating want to check the sluts out, even while they scorn them in public.
The next group of kids the bare-naked ladies come across are a pair of princesses around Babsy's age, and they look about as nervous and excited as Babsy felt when they started this game.
Babsy asks one girl, "Trick? Or Treat?"
"Trick!" is the ready reply.
So Babsy does a cartwheel.
Harley asks the next girl, and she gets the same request.
So Harley slides her baseball bat between her legs, splitting her pussy lips.
This gets the princesses red-faced and giggling.
Batgirl smiles at Harley and graciously admits, "That's your point."
Harley curtseys and asks, "Having fun, yet?"
Batgirl pretend yawns.
"Ok, let's step it up!" Harley says enthusiastically, knowing that she needs to do more to impress Joker.
"What?" Babsy asks wide-eyed and willing.
"That was just the warm-up!" Harley insists.
The two princesses are walking away when they hear Harley's challenge to Batgirl, so they follow a few steps behind to see what outrages the girls will do next.
Needless to say, our horny heroines are getting a lot of attention, mostly from trick-or-treaters and parents peeking through their windows, but increasingly word is spreading to other neighborhoods.
From out of nowhere, another tween pirate runs up to them at full speed, calling out "trick" before the girls can offer a choice.
Batgirl, taken by surprise, repeats her first trick: doing a handstand while spreading her legs.
But while Batgirl was wet before, now her pussy juices mixed with the raspberry powder, decorating her pink flower with dark streaks.
Harley doesn't hesitate to co-opt Batgirl trick as her own. She steps behind Batgirl, grabs her hips, and flashes the boy a wicked smile as she does so.
Batgirl's arms tremble. She would have tumbled, but Harley holds Batgirl's hips firmly, keeping her upside down and her pussy fully displayed.
"Looks at this, pirate boy!" Harley tempts. "Come on! Have a treat, too! She's better than ice cream!"
The boy hesitates.
"Hurry! She's dripping!" Harley pleas.
Batgirl holds her breath.
Then the boy leans over and lightly touches his tongue to the pink and purple flower.
Batgirl's hips tremble.
She tastes as good as promised, her girl juice mixed with raspberry, so the boy licks all around her pussy.
"Oh!" Batgirl gasps, surprised.
"Good boy! Get deep in there!" Harley spurs him on.
The boy dives in, plunging his tongue so deep inside her that his nose tickles her asshole.
Finally, Batgirl's arms give out and Harley can't keep her up.
The boy jumps back.
Harley helps Batgirl back on her feet.
The dizzy dare-doll is as unsteady on her feet as she was on her hands. Babsy has lost some of her purple protection and smugness. Harley's white handprints are painted onto Babsy's hips, and her pussy glows pink among the surrounding purple.
"That felt amazing!" Batgirl says to the boy gratefully.
"Thank you," murmurs the boy, but the fulfilling of his wish is more than he can handle, so he runs away like a frightened cat.
"You blew his mind!" Harley praises. "He's gonna remember this forever!"
Batgirl straightens her hair and asks, "Whose point is that? Yours or mine?"
Harley touches her chin as though calculating. "You get a touchdown, but I get a grand slam."
"What?" Babsy asks, giggling.
Harley grabs the dizzy girl, starts her into a waltz and after a few steps leads her into a dip.
Babsy feels like she's on a precipice, the world upside down again, with one leg on the ground and the other pressed against Harley's hip. Then Harley bamboozles a kiss.
Harley shows no sign of slowing down, and her every action draws more audience.
"Hey wild things!" a cocky boy yells from the other end of the street, making Harley and Batgirl forget about each other for a moment.
A troop of high school students, two boys in full football gear and five female cheerleaders, approach. Harley feels sure that these are not merely unimaginative Halloween costumes. The boy who called out looks and acts like a quarterback, leading the pack. The larger boy looks like a lineman. The five cheerleaders nervously approach from behind, whispering among themselves while they look at the naked attractions.
They look dangerous and exciting.
Harley and Batgirl glance at each other, checking each other's readiness, then they look back at the high school heroes.
"Trick? Or treat?" the daring duo say together.
The quarterback ignores the question and says, "Sarah wants to ask you something."
A girl, presumably Sarah, immediately punches his arm. She can't bring herself to look at Batgirl and Harley. Instead, she looks back at the other four girls and requests on behalf of them all, "We were wondering if we could, um, join you."
The other girls all bite their lips uncomfortably and nod.
The quarterback stares at them, as though putting the girls through an opportunistic hazing.
Harley is impressed with the QB's persuasive power, but she wants to test his courage.
"Sure, join the party!" Harley replies enthusiastically, and then adds, "As long as the boys join, too! Take off those clothes! All for one, and one for all, right?"
The cheerleaders now stare at the QB expectantly.
The quarterback hesitates at the change in game plan, but like a good leader, he summons enthusiasm and adapts to the situation with bravado. "No problem. So, on three ,.. One. Two. Three," he says and removes his helmet to get things started. The girls respond by untying their shoes
The linebacker removes his helmet, but he stops when the others all take off their shirts, perhaps insecure about his body. The strip-show stalls as soon as it had begun.
"Suck it up, Aaron," the quarterback tells his lineman while glancing at the cheerleaders, who look back and forth between them, needing leadership.
Harley impatiently taps her bat on the ground.
Aaron nervously looks up and down the street, where silhouettes of parents populate almost every window. "Not here," he insists.
"Then in the park!" Harley suggests helpfully while pointing past the intersection at the end of the street. It's the perfect solution, because Joker instructed for her to take the party to the gazebo in the park, anyway, and she was unsure how she would make the transition. Now, not only will she be delivering him the delectable Batgirl but also a pack of horny teens in tow! What more could an agent of chaos ask for?
Aaron nods reluctantly, buying himself some time, and Harley and Batgirl lead the growing herd past the remaining few houses on the street. Then they cross over into the darkened dirt paths of Grant Park.
Usually, the park is deserted at night, but its creepy atmosphere makes it an attractive Halloween destination. What at first seemed like a quiet place where the teens could undress discretely in the bushes quickly becomes crowded.
Aaron finally takes off his shirt, giving the girls the courage to drop their skirts.
Then Aaron stops again, refusing to go any further, leaving the whole group half-naked and half-committed.
The quarterback once again tries to bring Aaron back onboard.
But Aaron merely glares at Harley and replies, "No! This is wrong!"
"But it's fun!" Harley says while feeling Batgirl up from behind. When she lets go, two white handprints decorate the tween's tits.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, suddenly confident in his convictions now that he has broken away from the peer pressure.
"Why?" Harley ponders while pretending to fuck herself with her baseball bat. "Because I used to think my life was a romance, but now I realize that it is a fucking porno!"
The boy turns away from Harley in complete disgust and pleads to Batgirl instead, "How about you? You are just a kid! Do you know what you are doing? What will your parents think?"
"Who do you think made her this way?" Harley snaps back while stepping between the suddenly sanctimonious boy and the impressionable girl.
"Come on, let's get out of here, guys," Aaron says to his friends and starts to walk away.
But the cheerleaders do not appear impressed by Aaron, considering his resistance more cowardice than courage. Instead, they look to their quarterback for leadership. He ignores Aaron and removes his shoulder pads. The cheerleaders get back into the team spirit and help each other remove their bras.
Harley stares at the prude somberly, shaking her head, and she asks him sincerely, "Does it depress you to know how alone you really are?"
Harley's words spook him, and the boy hurries out of the park and away from the truth.
Harley turns back to Babsy, who appears shaken up by the confrontation.
"What's wrong, hun? Did he make you think of your Daddy?" Harley asks knowingly.
Babsy nods and tears instantly fill her eyes, looking very much like a girl of barely twelve who has no idea what she is doing.
"I know it's scary, but remember, your daddy wants you to grow up," Harley says softly, and then adds in a whisper. "I know you want him, but he makes me kind of jelly for you."
Babsy sniffs. "Can we ..." she begins.
But Harley surrounds her with her arms and her warmth. Her hands feel up and down Babsy's body. She kisses Babsy's teary eyes and then takes her breath away with a kiss so passionate that Babsy disappears into it.
When the kiss finally ends, Harley gives her space to breathe.
Babsy can't remember what had upset her.
Her whole body tingles, aching for Harley to continue.
She feels like she is spinning out of control, falling into the vortex Harley created.
She is not the only one. The quarterback, the cheerleaders and even the tween princesses have taken off their costumes. Some are touching themselves, and some are touching each other.
"Hi again, Batgirl," Harley whispers passionately while caressing her face, and then Harley leads the throng of hopelessly horny kids deeper into the park.
The gazebo rests at the very center of the park with a lamppost on either side, like twin beacons drawing everyone in the park towards it.
Harley sees a silhouette standing in the gazebo, and her heart skips a beat. She forgets for a moment the liberating mischief that had led her and her lovely sidekick to this delicious abasement. She is eager to start a three-way with Babsy and her beloved J, and desperately hopes that Babsy is the magic ingredient that they need.
Her heart is captive again, and she walks faster with growing enthusiasm, desperate to be with her Puddin' again under any circumstance.
As she and her entourage draw near to the structure, a clown-ish figure steps out from the darkness onto the steps, bathed in light.
But this is not the clown Harley hoped to find.
Instead, they find a teenaged girl, several inches taller than Batgirl, and much buffer. She wears a sheer purple jumpsuit the same color as Batgirl's powdery costume, but over that she wears a black leather minidress. She is of Asian descent, and her costume reflects both geisha and ninja influence, but with three dabs of purple on her face, reminiscent of a clown. She is a sexy little thing, but everything about her screams out danger and intensity -- nothing more so than the monster-sized purple dildo strapped tight around her hips.
Harley and Batgirl stop short of the slightly raised gazebo and look up at the purple ninja clown.
Harley knows that Joker must have sent this girl, but she doesn't understand Joker's play.
Then Batgirl takes a step closer to the gazebo, smiling as recognition takes over. "Alexis?" she asks.
"Call me Punchline," Alexis replies wickedly, popping the P for emphasis.
"What?" Harley asks, alarmed. "Where is Mistah J?"
"Shhh," Punchline replies aggressively, sounding like a snake hissing. "He sent me ahead to prepare the way. He said that you would do anything I asked."
Harley frowns, almost pouting, oozing jealousy over this upstart girl. Harley had gone out of her way to bring Puddin' his favorite prize, a beautiful tween, only to find that he already had one. Even worse, he has given this new girl a name that ties her to him like yin & yang, or sweet & sour. Their names go together better than Joker and Harley Quin.
But Harley's optimism quickly returns, because Punchline is clearly a made-up name, and while Harley can't fully satisfy Joker's taste little girls, Batgirl will give him the youth Harley lacks. Mistah J will drop Punchline once Batgirl fucks the cobwebs out of his head.
Finally, Harley offers a smile and asks, "Trick? Or treat?" She is willing to include Punchline in her game for now, if that's what Joker wants.
Punchline smiles wickedly and sits on the top step of the gazebo.
"You," she says, pointing as Batgirl. "Suck my cock."
Batgirl looks to Harley, who nods. Then she kneels beside Punchline, and puts her mouth around the giant rubber cock. She can barely fit even the head into her mouth. Punchline moans like she is really feeling it.
Harley frowns.
"And you," Punchline says, pointing at Harley. "Lick my feet!"
Harley smiles halfheartedly and dutifully kneels on the gravel. She lifts Punchline's shoe, but the little bitch kicks Harley's face away and says, "No! Lick my shoes on the ground! And let everyone see your fat ass!"
Harley sneers, appalled that anyone might think her ass is fat. She looks back at the many kids who have followed her here. She had abased herself since they had started their adventure, but it was always on her terms, like a sex goddess. Now Punchline wants to take that away. She wants to put Harley in her place, and usurp Harley's role as leader of this sex romp.
The young audience is turned on by Punchline's power play and Harley's humiliation.
Tears form in Harley's eyes, but she obeys Punchline's commands. She lowers her head and licks Punchline's dirty black boots, wincing at the funky taste.
"Don't deprive our friends here!" Punchline rebukes. "Give them a show while you worship my feet!"
Harley separates her knees and reaches back between her legs. She fucks and displays her pussy with her fingers while she continues licking Punchline's boots, climbing from her toes to her angles to her shins.
Punchline kicks her again, demanding. "No, stay down there and lick my soles!"
Batgirl is now sitting in Punchline's lap, and the purple dildo split Babsy's ass cheeks. The two tweens kiss, like they always fantasized doing, before the school disciplined them.
Harley pouts, feeling betrayed, first by her Puddin', and now by Babsy as well.
Even worse, she is complicit in her humiliation.
She trembles as she lifts Punchline's boot and sees the dirt caked underneath, and she can even smell bits of dog shit deep in the cracks.
Finally, Harley has had enough! She crawls away, climbs to her feet and wipes her growing tears. "No! Mistah J would never do this to me! And Babsy ..."
Harley puts her hand over her mouth after accidentally revealing her patient's identity and, more importantly, her own weakness.
Babsy is alarmed when she sees Harley's confidence shatter. She was only playing along with Punchline because she thought that was what Harley wanted for her to do, and she can't stand to see Harley falling apart like this!
The would-be Batgirl climbs off Punchline's lap, wanting to return to Harley, but Punchline grabs her wrist, holding he back.
Then, amid the confusion, the most infamous clown of all steps out of the shadows and above the three girls. He is dressed in his usual purple and green, but he is ready for the situation, because he is not wearing pants and his cock is hard and ready to fuck.
Harley's eyes light up with hope. She reaches out, ready to run into Joker's arms, crying out, "Puddin'! I was so worried..."
Joker shows Harley his palm, keeping her from running past Punchline and into his arms.
"You don't get it, Harl! You never got it!" Joker says without a hint of his ever present amusement. "You can't do anything right!"
Harley frowns and looks around desperately. "But ... I did everything you asked."
Now Joker smiles. "Yes ... yes you did. You always do the right thing, but you never do it for the right reason. You were always a fangirl, but you were never part of my team. You try to impress me, but you never share my goals. Not like Punchline, here."
Harley's face looks like it is about to crack down the middle, caught between grief and jealous anger. "I always want for you to succeed, Mistah J! I do everything I can to make that happen! What has this Punchline girl ever done for you? I led all of these kids here for you to win over. I even brought you the Batgirl, just like I promised."
Joker laughs and immediately grabs Babsy's mask. He rips it off with a tremendous tug that knocks the girl to the ground. "You mean Barbara Gordon? The commish's daughter?" he says loud enough for everyone in the park to hear. "You don't have any idea what you are getting into, Harl, or who this little redhead really is! Punchline was winning her over long before you inserted yourself onto the scene. You just made it happen a little faster. But none of that matters, because you are an idiot when it comes to me! You are so good at understanding how normal people tick, but you could never penetrate my head. You try to be like me, seducing of the innocent, and you insist on giving me control over everything. But I hate power and rules! Then, worst of all, you try to change me! You try to win me over by bringing me this little Lolita, thinking that will ... what? Somehow bond us together like we are adopting a pet?"
Harley looks devastated, and she can't even think of a reply. All she can do is whimper, "Puddin' ... I ..."
"She is pathetic!" Punchline piles on. "The P-H-fucking-D never figured out that she was the pet. She was just a dog bringing you another dog to adopt!"
Harley seizes on that, because despite Joker's insults, she knows him better than he can admit. She wipes her tears and admits, "Yes, I am a dog, Mistah J! I am your dog! I do anything you ask! I'll play tricks! You say ‘fetch a little girl' and I get her for you! Abuse me, and I come back!"
"Indeed, you are loyal." Joker scratches his chin, agreeing, "You are no agent of chaos, but you aren't worthless. If I insist on never following rules, then that itself would be a rule. So how can I decide between the girl who thinks like me and the girl who worships me like a god?"
Joker walks back and forth within the gazebo, scratching his chin and looking at Batgirl, while Harley and Punchline stare at each other nervously, suddenly both in the same boat.
Instead of deciding, Joker approaches the one girl who has no interest in him at all.
Batgirl sits on the ground between them, bewildered, wondering how she fits into the madness around her.
Then Joker offers Babsy his hand and helps her to her feet. He takes her hand and puts it on his cock, urging her to rub it.
Babsy has never held a cock before, so she instinctly pulls her hand away. But he grabs her wrist and pulls it back. Babsy glances at Harley, who urges Babsy to obey.
"I pick treat, little girl," Joker says with a kind smile and a laugh.
Babsy smiles back, and then at Harley, hoping for approval. Harley nods, and Babsy is suddenly back to playing the game, where nothing is forbidden, and everything makes her wet. She holds his cock, amazed at how hard and hot it is. Then she strokes it from end to end and giggles when the cock grows even hotter and harder.
Harley and Punchline watch anxiously as a fourth side is added to their triangle -- three girls all wanting to please one man.
Joker laughs. "They are growing jealous, little bat-minx. You know both of these bitches. Which do you think would make a better girlfriend?"
Harley and Punchline hang on Babsy's next words.
Babsy looks back and forth between the girl who got her in trouble at school and the girl who lovingly brought her into this mess. She can't decide which girl better deserves the blessing or the curse of being Joker's girlfriend. Finally, she refuses to take sides by saying, "I don't know, they are both beautiful."
Joker laughs. "That is not what I asked, Batgirl, but you are smart, because beauty is the thing that matters most for someone like me."
"Oh," Babsy says, disappointed that his response is so uninspiring.
Joker catches her disappointment and quickly adds, "Yes, I'm a shallow man, but I'm not being shallow when I say this. Female beauty is one of the greatest powers on Earth, matching anything Superman possesses. Any magic that affects the heart can change the world. You girls sacrifice and obsess over that power, building it up until you lose all control. Beauty promises to make all of your wishes come true, but the power is like the monkey's paw. Do you know what I mean? A power you can't control often leads to regret. And you, my little bat-lolita, are so smoking hot, forbidden in so many ways, that I simply must partake regardless of the consequences! But innocence must be overcome by the innocent, so I am at your mercy. You have got me in this sorry state. What are you going to do about this, luv?"
Babsy feels very warm, seduced by his admission of weakness and the longing in his eyes. She knows this is a test, and her next move earns her extra credit.
She drops to her knees and sucks his cock!
She is so compliant, almost eager, that he is struck silent. He grabs her hair and guides her up and down his shaft.
"What about us?" Punchline suddenly complains.
Joker shrugs, suddenly unable to care about anything except the virgin mouth on his cock, and he repeats, "What about you? Oh. I don't care ... Decide this yourselves. Fight it out, and whoever wins can be my girlfriend!"
"Oh, thank you, Mistah J!" Harley says, suddenly smiling as she picks up her baseball bat. Punchline looks to be in great shape for a twelve year old, but Harley has fighting experience and works out two hours each day, so she clings to hope.
But Punchline has the eye of the tiger, and she produces a knife from the side of her strap-on.
Harley waves the bat over her shoulder and taunts, "Come and get it, you little bitch!"
Punchline doesn't hesitate. She leaps forward like a cat going after a mouse, moving so suddenly that before Harley can swing the bat, Punchline is behind her.
Harley spins around, swinging where she expects Punchline to be, but Punchline is careful to not be close, so Harley hits empty air, and Punchline jumps to her side.
By the time Harley can recover from her swing, Punchline is behind her again, pulling on her hair and pressing the knife against Harley's throat.
Shocked by her sudden defeat, Harley drops the bat and falls back into Punchline's chest, suddenly afraid to breathe.
Punchline presses the deadly blade into Harley's skin tighter, testing the limit before the flesh can split.
Piss gushes down Harley's leg.
"No, no, please!" Harley begs pathetically.
Punchline glances at Joker and hisses, "Can I cut her?"
The life-and-death situation barely interests Joker, because Batgirl is still celebrating his cock, but then he sees the potential to make the moment even more pleasurable.
He helps Batgirl back to her feet and guides her to a bench beside the path near the gazebo.
He sits on the bench and then lifts the featherweight Batgirl into the air and sits her on his right thigh, facing away from him and directly at the distressed psychiatrist.
Babsy, upon seeing a small trail of blood on Harley's neck, immediately cries out and tries to fight her way out of Joker's arms.
"Calm down, little one," Joker says while pulling Batgirl back tightly to him, so that her legs straddle his hips, like riding a horse. His cock springs up from between her legs. Her pussy lips surround his cock like a hotdog bun, and he pleases himself with spasmodic hip thrusts.
Batgirl still struggles, more worried for Harley than for herself. "Don't hurt her!" she cries out.
"Oh, right," Joker says, showing disinterest. He looks at Harley and demands, "Harl, beg Punchy for your life, already!"
"Please!" Harley barely whispers, because almost any movement could leave her dead. Any word she says might be her last. "Please!"
Punchline licks the tears off of Harley's cheek and smacks her lips, "You are such a pussy! Your heart is beating so hard I can feel it in your throat! It would be a shame to snuff out such a tasty treat. What will you give me for your life?"
"Anything!" Harley cries pathetically. "Anything at all!"
Punchline looks at Joker, who merely says, "Why don't you put the knife away, Punchy-baby, and introduce her to your purple pecker instead!"
Punchline smirks while withdrawing the blade, and then she shoves Harley to the ground.
Harley falls to her hands and knees and gasps for air, but before she can catch her breath, Punchline is leaning over her, grabbing Harley's hair and pushing her head onto the ground.
"Very good, darling!" Joker praises Punchline, then he looks at Harley and asks menacingly, "Do you have anything to say to your new master, Harl?"
"Thank you," Harley says immediately, knowing what Joker wants, and then she immediately cries out in pain.
Because Punchline's purple cock finds Harley's pussy with surprising precision and she thrusts in deep without warning.
Joker smiles and pulls Batgirl's back against his chest and rests his chin on her head. "Calm down, bat-baby! Have you ever dropped an ice cube onto a frying pan?" Joker asks seriously while drawings circles around the tween's nipples with one finger, and drawing circles around her clit with another. "Watch, lil' one, the fine line between pain and pleasure, between horror and thrills, and between fighting and submission! Seeing a thing become its opposite is delightfully hilarious!"
Harley's body trembles and seizes with each thrust from the smaller girl. Punchline slaps Harley's thighs hard, yet Harley cries out, "Thank you!" again.
Batgirl is bewildered while she watches the woman she had admired like a hero is completely dominated in almost every way by a girl Batgirl's own age. She is as aroused as she is terrified.
Meanwhile, Joker is only aroused.
"Your turn," Joker promises while suddenly lifting Babsy in the air and leaning her over the bench. "What will you give me for your life, Batgirl?"
The Batgirl's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, alarmed by the threat. She whimpers and follows Harley's lead. "Anything! Anything you want!"
"That's my girl!" Joker praises. He lifts her ass off the bench until it's hanging in mid-air. He finds her hot, slick pussy with his cock and plunges inside of her, making her scream from the suddenness and unexpected pain.
Babsy had imagined losing her virginity many times over the past year, but while many of her fantasies were shameful and rough, none had prepared her for the pain and confusion of this moment.
"What do you say, Batgirl?" Joker asks between deep groans of passion.
Babsy weeps and wails, like her whole world is falling apart, yet he demands that she say something amid this distress!
She hoped to follow Harley's lead and discover a new kind of pleasure in her distress. She wanted to find elation in her humiliation. She wanted to find heaven in hell and everything Joker had promised. But hope abandons her all at once when the clowns cock slams hard and fast against her cervix. Her eyes close tight from the pain and she cries out desperately, "Daddy! Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry!"
She cries out again and again as the clown fucks her mercilessly.
Suddenly, Harley also cries out in fresh pain, because Punchline bores of fucking her pussy and now pierces her anus!
And Babsy's heart goes out to her. They are going into this together, sharing their disgrace and pain.
Then Harley's wails mix with moans.
And Babsy feels the shift, too. It's like ice changing to water and then changing to steam. Her fear mixes with excitement. Shame becomes abandon. The grotesque becomes the sublime. Just like Harley had prepared her to be, and just like Joker had promised.
Police sirens begin to sound in the distance, but the frenzy can't be stopped now!
Harley moans like she's ready to cum despite the pain, and Babsy moans in harmony with her teacher.
Punchline pulls out of Harley and demands, "Beg me for more!"
"Please let me cum!" Harley says pathetically, and Babsy makes the same request of Joker without being asked.
"Fuck you!" Punchline replies while shoving Harley over onto on the grass. Then she fucks the white slut face to face. She bites Harley's lips, pulls off her nipple clamps and spits in her eyes, pushing Harley to a level of degradation that no ordinary woman could rise out of.
Harley's escalating distress pushes Joker into a higher gear, rushing to the redline. Babsy has become Harley's pussy by proxy. Her distress is Harley's distress. Her young body is Harley's young body. Joker is fucking Babsy too hard and too urgently to change course, now.
Harley can't take the abuse anymore, and she pushes Punchline back, only to have Punchline flash the knife again, reducing Harley again to a wimpering bitch who can barely see through her tears.
Punchline stands over her, keeping her knife at the ready, and she mocks, "Oh, poor baby, you thought you were tough shit, but even Babsy is stronger than you! At least she didn't piss herself! Get yourself off, you horny cunt! Spread your legs and do it while I watch!"
Harley obeys like the slut and coward she is. She closes her eyes and masturbates, rapidly stroking her injured nipples and her hungry clit. At last she cries out for her Puddin when she finally cums, and she keeps on going until she has cried out three more times.
At last, she rolls onto her side and hides her face from Punchline, as the orgasms slip away. The shame and humiliation flood back over her like a wave until there is nothing left of her.
Joker unloads his seed deep into Babsy as soon as he hears Harley crying out his name, making it clear that Harley still plays an essential role in his sexuality.
Punchline doesn't see Joker's attitude shift. All she sees is the clown push Babsy onto the ground beside Harley. His cum oozes from Babsy's pussy and trickles down her thigh. He puts his cock back in his pants and takes Punchline's arm. They stand side by side above Harley and he laughs, saying, "I left you a gift, Harl! Eat up before it is gone!"
Harley hurries to obey. She climbs to her hands and knees and crawls between Babsy's legs. Then she laps up Joker's cum like it was a serious gift.
The police sirens draw nearer, and red flashing lights can now be seen, rushing towards the park.
Joker and Punchline stand over the pathetic girls splayed on the ground beneath them, laughing.
And then only one laugh remains, as Punchline drops to the ground, unconscious.
Joker had clocked her with a swift punch to the back of her head.
Harley and Babsy stare as the ruthless girl lands beside them.
"Puddin'!" Harley cries. Her distress instantly turns to hope.
She crawls to her beloved, and he helps her to her feet. She collapses into his arms and cries, inconsolable in her humiliation and love. "I thought ... I thought you really meant it."
Joker hugs her gently. "Of course I did ... but I just can't move on from you, Harley Girl! You know that!"
Babsy looks up from the ground, feeling utterly lost.
Joker and Harley turn to escape before the police rush to the scene, but Harley looks back at Babsy. Her face and hair are a complete mess, but once again, she has that same optimistic smile that had won Babsy over. Despite everything, she is beautiful, again.
"See, now you know what it takes to win your man!" Harley calls back, as if this could possibly have been her plan all along -- as if Joker's momentary affection was worth everything he had put her through. "The price of love is infinite! You have to give up everything to get the one thing you really want. Now, go get your Daddy!"
Babsy stares at her, feeling emotionally numb. She can't decide if Harley is insane or brilliant.
The clown and the doctor disappear into the darkness.
Babsy looks around, and all of the other teens and tweens have fled, too. Babsy never saw them leave.
It's just Babsy and the unconscious Punchline.
The beam from a police flashlight lands on Babsy like a spotlight and lingers. She looks into it doe-eyed, feeling violated and liberated, deceived and enlightened, and anything but satisfied.
"Go get your Daddy!" were Harley's last words.
If Babsy stays here, Daddy will probably come to her with a thousand questions, surrounded by cops.
That's not how she wants it to go.
The police are already behind her. She can hear their police radios.
Babsy climbs to her feet. She scurries like a wild animal, following where Harley left, into the darkness.
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