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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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EIGHT HOURS AGO.
James kneels in the confessional and makes the sign of the cross.
The hole in the wall opens, and the light shining through is almost blinding.
James closes his eyes and says, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been thirteen years since my last confession."
After a pause, a calming voice says, "Have you been counting the years, son?"
James swallows. "My life changed thirteen years ago, and ever since, my sins have grown like a cancer. I have broken rules in my job, convinced that the ends justified the means. I have punished fellow sinners excessively. I have let hate guide my pursuit of justice."
Then James is silent for a moment, and the voice calls him out on his evasions. "You have already made peace with these sins, son. Something else has brought you here today. Confess it now and receive the Lord's forgiveness."
"I'm not sure that I can be forgiven, because the sin festers in me. I can't will it away. I try to give in to my shame in secret, but hiding it only make me want her more. I can't hide it any longer. I don't know how to resist her, but I have to."
"We all have thorns in our flesh, child, and the shame is often worse than the sin, but I can't offer reconciliation unless you confess your sins fully," the voice rebukes. "Speak the girl's name, and confess what have you done."
"She is my daughter," James replies. "But that itself might be a lie. I'm telling you this, but I'll never tell anyone else -- especially not her. Sometimes the greatest sin of all is telling the truth!
"Twelve years ago, an evil man raped my wife. It was traumatic, as you would guess. The perpetrator punished my wife in order to punish me, which is the worst kind of evil. My wife kept the rape a secret, even from me, until she found that she was pregnant. That started her first emotional breakdown. There was still a chance the baby was mine, and we didn't want to know, so we never did the genetic tests.
"When the baby was born, she was beautiful, and we named her after her mother. Barbara fell instantly in love with Babsy. But as beautiful as the baby was, she was also a reminder -- a trigger for something much darker. I should have suspected something was wrong when Barbara asked me to spend a day alone with Babsy. One day turned into two. I know now that Barbara only wanted to be sure that I would take care of Babsy before she ... before she ... The next thing I knew, Barbara had crashed her car into a tree going 100 miles per hour."
James covers his face with his hands and weeps.
"Take your time," the voice comforts. "Let me assure you that suicide among those who are in psychological distress is not..."
"My wife is in heaven!" James interrupts. "I'm here for my sins, not hers."
"Proceed, then."
"My sins involve our daughter. I never treated Babsy well. For the first few years of her life, I pushed her off to any nanny, babysitter or friend that would take her. I was horrible, but every second I was with her, I couldn't stop wondering whose daughter she really was. I couldn't love Babsy then, no matter how I tried.
"Then," James struggles to continue, "something amazing happened. I had refused to see it for so long, but the girl was becoming more and more like Barbara. She showed the same mannerisms, the same expressions, and every year, she looked more like her mother. I started thinking and feeling about her differently. Over time, she opened up my heart, and that was wonderful, but it didn't stop there. Even when she was very small, I felt like she was seducing me. I still don't know if I was imagining it or not, but if she was trying to seduce me, she has succeeded, and that's why I'm afraid that I can't be forgiven."
"Have faith," the voice says gently but firmly. "You have found love, which is complicated and can lead people astray, but love's fruits can always be forgiven."
"You don't understand!" James insists, now weeping. "I love my daughter, but I don't love her like a father should love his daughter. I can't help it, but I know that is no excuse for what I have done, and what I imagine doing with her. She is barely twelve, but her hormones are kicking in, and she is getting naughty at times. Slutty, even. She wants my attention, and she definitely has it. I don't want to be caught ogling her, but I watch when she walks away or when she is distracted.
"It's like scratching an itch. The itch only grows, and it has a will of its own. I looked everywhere for pornos starring girls who resemble her. That worked for a while, but eventually, the only girl who could satisfy my itch was Babsy herself. So I set up a home security system, presumably to ensure her safety. Having a security system was perfectly reasonable, and nobody would question it. Instead, I used that security system for my own pleasure. I set up hidden cameras around the house to record Babsy during the day. Even the most innocent things she did were sexy to me. I know it sounds horrible, but I thought that if I satisfied my desire for her in secret, maybe I could be a better father to her the rest of the time.
"But it backfired. She found out. I'm not sure when or how. We started playing a game. I could see that she liked it when I watched her, so I put the cameras where I wanted for her to play. Sometimes she wanted to play somewhere else, so she moved the cameras there, instead. We both pretended that we didn't know what the other was doing. She didn't know that I jerked off while watching her. The shame should have forced me to stop then, but it didn't. I put a camera in the bedroom. Then I put a camera in the bathroom. I needed to see where she would take the game. Each day, she'd try something new, something sexy. But last night, she took the game all the way, performing in front of those hidden cameras hotter than anything I'd seen in a porno, and finished by calling out to me while she came! I watched her several times until I came myself!
"If it was a game before, it isn't now, and I can't pretend there are no consequences. It has to stop, but I don't want for it to stop! That's why I don't think I can be forgiven."
Despite James's distress, the voice remains calm, "Here are some words of wisdom. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. You are so hard on yourself that you don't see the obvious -- that you have been blessed!"
James stares at the screen, feeling numb. "How is that?"
"You don't need hide your feelings anymore, and you don't need to lie. The girl loves you just the way you are, and you love her just the way she is."
"How is that good news?" James almost shouts. "She's my daughter, for Christ's sake, and she's barely twelve!"
The reply is firm. "Heed me, son. Whether or not the girl is your biological daughter, God has not explicitly forbid such a union. Further, it was typical among the Hebrews to marry girls as young as twelve. What you and the girl are doing is clearly consensual, in fact if not by law. Such unions are frowned upon by society, but the only sins you have committed is dishonesty, especially with yourself, and an overindulgence in lust. For that, I will have you say three Hail Marys."
"What?" James asks, stunned.
The voice ignores James' doubt and calmly concludes with the prayer of absolution. "I give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."
Then, suddenly, the portal to God is closed.
James stumbles out of the confessional, wondering what just happened.
Could that voice have told the truth, or did it just tell him what he wanted to hear?
James nearly walks out of the church, but then he remembers to kneel down in the last pew before the exit and thankfully takes his penance.
FAST FORWARD TO NOW...
James returns to work with a huge burden lifted from his conscience, but he still worries that Babsy is upset with him. He can't remember what he wrote that morning in his letter to Babsy. He wants to give Babsy space to think for herself. He almost calls her several times that day. He doesn't know if resisting means that he is strong or a fool.
He doesn't have time to worry about such things. Tonight will be a very busy night for cops in Gotham, and he is thankful for the distraction.
James is at police headquarters and in the process of streaming a presentation from his iPhone onto a big screen when Babsy's video message arrives. The alert flashes on the screen for only two seconds and then disappears, so James won't see Babsy's message until thirty minutes after she sends it.
At that moment, the various captains and lieutenants were gathered in the main conference room for a last minute pep talk to keep everyone on the same page.
To start the meeting, several of the lieutenants update the group about activities at the neighborhood level, including last minute sightings of Joker and other big time criminals. James takes notes, but such sightings happen every year on Halloween, and nearly all reports eventually prove to be ordinary citizens in costumes.
Another lieutenant reads a text from an officer on the street, saying, "Several patrols are reporting teens in indecent attire and performing lewd activities near Gotham Village. The disturbances are quickly spreading throughout Crime Alley and Wayne Memorial Park."
A few cops laugh.
James raises his hand, saying, "Okay, the craziness has already begun. Lets stay focused. Indecent exposure is the least of our problems. Ignore the vagrants and minor offenses. Log any complaints, but only respond to reports of violence, threats, gang activity and destruction. Everything else can wait until tomorrow."
The cops stand up from their seats.
James closes the presentation on his iPhone, but his phone continues to stream to the monitor, showing his incoming message list.
The two most recent messages appear to be boring status updates from other precincts.
James's eyes open wide when he glimpses the third message, which is from Babsy and is titled: MY COSTUME! :x
His heart fills with relief. He had somehow convinced himself that Babsy had lost all respect for him after last night.
He opens her message, and his jaw drops.
A TikTok video of Babsy, presenting her from head to toe, fills the center of the monitor.
"Hi Daddy! Look at me -- I'm Batgirl!" Babsy speaks, but the voice is coming from the giant monitor behind James, because his phone is still streaming to the monitor where everyone can see.
James spins around and watches his daughter along with a dozen other cops. Babsy had visited headquarters many times, and most of the cops have been watching her grow up from an infant to the tween child she is today. Now, they all lean forward in their seats, trying to see if the very underaged girl is wearing see-thru purple clothes or no clothes at all.
James is paralyzed. He lets the video play through.
Babsy smiles brightly as she spreads her arms and then spins into a double pirouette. Her small purple and yellow cape lifts as she moves, so they can see her lithe body from 360 degrees, but the pirouettes are so quick, all anyone can see is a blur.
Babsy stumbles when she finishes the move, and then she covers her mouth, embarrassed only by her clumsiness.
"I can do better!" she insists, and she starts again, but this time she lifts her left leg beside her head in a pencil hold, showing amazing flexibility. She keeps holding her ankle with both hands while her spin slows to a halt and she looks proudly at the camera.
There is no question about her nudity, now, because her gymnastic moves send a small cloud of purple powder into the air, and they can see directly into her pink pussy while she holds the pose for five seconds.
"I love you, Daddy!" she says with a childlike endearment, and she blows a kiss.
The video ends.
A few people gasp. Several others laugh. Nobody says a word for several seconds, and then the video starts over.
Finally, James tries to stop the video, but it almost completes a second time before he cuts it off.
Everyone in the building has been aware of Babsy's scandal at school and they quietly joke about it, but this video changes everything.
"Looks like a minor offense by a minor!" one cop jokes, and another copy immediately shushes him. The rest slip away quietly, knowing it is best not to embarrass the boss further.
Harvey has no such hesitation. When the rest of the cops have departed, and only he, Renee Montoya and James remain in the room, he teases, "Congratulations, Jim. Your daughter is in love with you, and she's a real hottie!"
"What? She ... What?" James stammers, too stunned to react immediately. Finally, he looks to Renee for help. "What do you think?"
Renee plays along with a smile. "I think Harvey is right. She is in love with you, boss, and she's a cherry pop tart!"
"Oh God!" James whimpers while covering his face with his hands. "This is so, so wrong... right?"
Seeing his distress, Renee stops laughing. "You are asking the wrong girl, boss. I came out as lesbian when I was ten, and everyone in that small town treated me like a criminal. Kids have fucked up feelings, and that's normal. If Babsy is in love with you, it's not the end of the world. You just need to set her straight before she gets hurt."
James looks back and forth between Harvey and Renee nervously, and then he quietly confesses. "I think I need therapy, or maybe I just need to start dating more, because God help me, I have feelings for her, too."
The detectives sigh, not appearing as surprised as James would have expected. In fact, they don't seem surprised at all.
Harvey actually looks relieved. "I won't lie just because she's a kid. The girl is a hottie, and since she's not shy about it, I don't feel that we need to pretend. Anyone here with a dick is going to feel something when they see a performance like that."
"Or a lesbian," Renee adds. "Anyone could get hot and bothered over this... You aren't pining for her, are you Boss? Are you sure that it's love?"
"Of course not," James admits. "How could it be? I'm her father. I can't take advantage of her just because she has daddy issues."
"She's the one who is going after you, boss!" Renee corrects. "And it seems that you are the one making it a 'daddy issue,' not her. Of course, the rest of the world won't understand such a taboo relationship. They will wonder what a middle-aged man and his young daughter talk about after sex. Personally, I don't give a fuck. Forget therapy. Figure it out together. The worst thing two people who are in love can do is bury those feelings, no matter how taboo or unconventional those feelings are. Love is fucking messy and follows no rules. I found that out the hard way. It feels right to those who are in it, but it looks like bullshit from the outside. The key? Stay in it and don't let it show."
James relaxes just slightly. If anyone knows what James is going through, it's Renee. "What about the video? Everyone saw it, and this is her second offense. She might go onto the registry."
"What video? I never saw it," Harvey replies, shaking his head convincingly.
"Me neither," Renee colludes, "and I guarantee that nobody else in the station saw it, either. Kids will always break the law, smoking pot and drinking. Sexting is just the latest thing. If nobody complains, cops will look the other way, like we always do for each other -- just usually not for you."
James sighs. "Thanks guys. Maybe we should get back to work."
Harvey shakes his head. "We will, but not you. After this, you'd be a distraction tonight."
"Besides, boss, isn't Babsy's birthday tomorrow? She's already wearing her birthday suit," Renee jokes. "You should take the whole weekend off. We can handle this. We'll call you before the city goes to hell. But until then, be with your daughter and figure this out."
Harvey and Renee each pat James on the shoulder and exit before James can argue.
Then James is alone.
He looks at his phone and watches Babsy's video two more times. Each time when Babsy says, "I love you, Daddy!" he feels a tug at his heart.
He hesitates a long time before pressing the call back button.
Then he waits for Babsy to answer.
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