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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 feels numb.
Joker fucked Babsy's pussy so hard, she can't walk straight while stumbles home from the park.
Harley had fucked her mind so hard, she can't think straight while she wonders what she will say to her Daddy.
The pain and the shame from all that fucking swirls in her mind, becoming increasingly focused until everything hits her all at once, and she starts to cry.
Harley had promised Babsy that she would feel sexy and liberated. She did at first, but not anymore. Now, she feels deceived. Abused. Molested.
She wraps her cape around her body like a towel, but the cape is small and sheer, barely hiding anything. She scurries home in the darkness, moving from tree to tree and behind cars.
When she arrives at the bridge over Finger River, she hides behind a telephone pole, unsure of what to do next. The bridge is nearly the length of a football field with light traffic going both ways and no sidewalk. The only way to cross would be to run over the two foot wide curb in the middle, separating the lanes, with traffic driving on either side of her.
Babsy desperately wants to get home, but the bridge intimidates her.
She is trapped, unable to move forward, and unable to avoid facing the truth of how she got here.
She looks at her body. Almost all of the purple powder has disappeared from her skin or was replaced by dirt. She tries to wipe Joker's cum which seems to endlessly drip from her pussy, but whenever she touches between her thighs, she finds that she is dry.
She needs to take another bath and wash all of her sins away. She had washed for hours that morning. Now she thinks she might need to soak overnight, and even that won't be enough.
But she needs to get home before she can do anything else.
When the traffic finally slows for a moment, Babsy runs from her hiding place onto the bridge and scampers as fast as her high heels will allow. She doesn't cover her body, so she can run faster. She doesn't hide her face, which has been displayed for everyone to see when Joker tore away her mask. The cover of night and her frenetic movements would likely disguise her identity, but she has nothing left to hide, anyway.
Cars slow down as they pass to her left and her right, either to avoid clipping her or for a better look. She doesn't care either way, so long as the drivers don't stop.
When she gets to the other side, she immediately disappears into some bushes and weeps inconsolably, praying that nobody stops to comfort her.
Or, even worse, arrest her!
That thought is so horrific that Babsy suddenly falls silent.
Now she is numb again.
There is only so much fear a person can feel before something like courage takes over and makes a person do what they need to do.
Babsy finally makes her way across a busy street, fully visible to approaching traffic before she completely disappears among a line of trees. Then she tip-toes through several back yards, climbs two fences and crosses two more streets before finally ending up in her own back yard.
She digs in the dirt beside the back door, retrieving a hidden key, and four seconds later, she is back inside her home, leaning back against the closed, locked door.
She didn't realize that she had been holding her breath while she rushed past three blocks of homes, so now she almost gasps for air.
She doesn't move for almost a minute, guarding the door behind her.
Then the phone on the kitchen table rings, five feet in front of her.
She stares at it blankly for a moment and then steps closer.
The backlit display reads "718-067-4421", which Babsy immediately recognizes as Daddy's cell phone.
She covers her mouth as fresh tears roll over dry tears.
He knows everything! she thinks in a panic. Then another hundred horrible thoughts go through her mind in just a few seconds. He's going to be so angry! He'll never forgive her! He's going to arrest her!
The phone rings four more times before she picks up the receiver and puts it to her ear.
She can't bring herself to speak.
Finally, she hears Daddy's voice asking, "Babsy? Are you there?"
He sounds more concerned than angry.
"Yes, Daddy, I'm here," Babsy finally admits.
"Oh, thank God," Daddy says with a sigh. "I've called your cell four times."
"Sorry, Daddy!" Babsy says tearfully. Her mind races, ready to confess everything, but all that comes out is, "I think I left my cell phone at the doctor's office."
"Let me guess, you didn't have any pockets in your costume," Daddy says playfully.
Is that a joke? She can't tell whether he had seen her video message or not.
"Yeah," Babsy responds with a strained laugh.
Daddy laughs, too. "I'll bet you made quite an impression at the party in that costume!"
Babsy smiles slightly, excited by his playful tone. "Yeah, you could say that."
"You made quite an impression on me, too," Daddy says softly.
"I did?" she asks, her eyes lighting up.
"You really shouldn't have sent that message over the phone, though," Daddy scolds.
That was the attitude Babsy had expected from the start.
"I'm sorry, Daddy! I don't know what got over me! I keep doing stupid things, and I feel so dirty! I'm a ... a..." Babsy unleashes.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Daddy interrupts gently. "Maybe you shouldn't have sent the message, but I'm glad you did."
"You are?" Babsy wipes the tears from her eyes and snot from her nose.
The connection is silent for a moment, and then Daddy admits reluctantly, "I can't stop thinking about you, gummy bear."
"Oh Daddy!" Babsy cries, and then can't say anything else.
"I'm coming home soon," Daddy says with a hunger that Babsy doesn't find creepy at all. "Do you want to try something new for your birthday, just you and me?"
Babsy laughs. "Oh, yes Daddy!"
"Happy birthday, gummy bear," Daddy whispers and then hangs up.
Babsy stares at the phone in disbelief.
Suddenly, all of the shame and fear she felt before the phone call are completely gone.
The anger she was feeling towards Harley instantly transforms into gratitude.
Everything Harley had promised is coming true! Her teacher is a genius!
Maybe everything happened the way it had to happen. Daddy always told her that nothing good comes without a price.
She doesn't even feel sore, anymore. All she feels is growing excitement.
Because Daddy wants to make love to her! It's all that she ever wanted!
It's enough to get her nipples hard and her abused pussy wet, all over again.
It sucks that her costume is messed up. She wants to look special for him. She still wants to be Daddy's Halloween candy.
She scrambles for ideas. Maybe she could still be his candy. She has several rolls of cherry fruit leather in a kitchen cabinet. She could wrap the strips around her body, put on some fake ears, and make herself into a real, living gummy bear!
She feels giddy with the idea. She wants to meet him at the door and jump in his arms. She wants to play games like she had played with Harley, earlier. They would be so much more exciting to play with Daddy!
But after entertaining these fun ideas for a while, she remembers that Daddy isn't like Harley or herself.
He sounded playful on the phone, and she could tell that he was excited. But he never actually said that they will make love or anything like that, and when he finally comes home, she knows he will be feeling differently.
He will remember that he is a law-and-order man. He will deny his feelings to Babsy and to everyone else. He always does.
If she pushes him too hard, he will put her over his knee and spank her. He hadn't spanked her in a long time, and just thinking about it makes her anxious and wet. She could tell by the way he touched her that those "punishments" meant something to him, too.
But she doesn't want to return to those days when he could pretend that he doesn't want her.
She knows she can do better now, because now she has learned her Daddy's weakness:
He likes to watch. He needs to watch.
That is his kryptonite.
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