"Another week has gone by and still the Joker and Harley Quinn remain at large," read the Gotham City news broadcaster, "When will their reign of terror come to an end? We ask Commissioner Gordon tonight on the news hour at ten."
Barbara Gordon turned the television off. The twenty-nine year old redhead had been partnering with Batman for the last several weeks trying to locate and apprehend the maniacal fugitives who had, to date, somehow managed to slip through their fingers at every turn. Things were starting to get desperate as the 'who's who' of Gotham City refused to leave their homes for fear of being the next target.
Barbara didn't know what disturbed her more, the fact that the Joker and Harley had managed to kidnap and torture a number of Gotham's socialites while streaming the whole thing over Facebook Live or the shear number of sickos in the town who continued to watch. Unfortunately, even with Batman's advanced technology at their disposal to help triangulate and track the signals, the Joker and Harley had still managed to make their escapes just in the nick of time.
Barbara slowly rose from her living room couch and, stifling a yawn, stretched out as tall as she could, revealing her flat toned stomach as her tank rode up. She sauntered into the bedroom of her home and, pressing on a hidden latch, opened up a secret dressing room where she kept her Batgirl uniform and the various tools of her crime fighting trade. She stripped off her tank top and pajama pants and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror.
Clad only in a pair of sexy panties, Barbara grabbed her long red hair with one hand and held it up while posing in the mirror with her chest out. She wasn't a vain person but she knew she was a knockout, with nice perky tits, a slim waist, and perfect ass she was every mans dream. Every man except for one, the Batman. Despite her best efforts the only man she really wanted still only seemed to see her as his little sister playing dress up, it was infuriating!
Barbara sighed, and started pinning up her hair, it was most likely going to be a long night and there was no use starting it off on the wrong foot. Retrieving her skin tight kevlar suit from the wall she stepped into it, fitted everything into place, and zipped it up. The whole thing had been designed and manufactured for her by Batman and when wearing it she couldn't help but feel almost invincible.
No sooner had she pulled her cowl into place and snapped on her utility belt did she receive an alert message in her ear piece from Batman. She pushed one of the hidden buttons on the left forearm of the suit and was connected immediately.
"Batgirl," said the gruff no nonsense voice on the other end, "they've got your father." If Barbara had been holding a phone she would have dropped it. "Stay calm," said Batman before she could think to respond, "I happen to have a tracking decide installed in your father's shoe, for these sorts of eventualities, and I've tracked their location to an abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of the city."
"Send me the coordinates," replied Barbara much calmer than she felt, "I'll be right there."
Batgirl arrived a few minutes after Batman who had already done a full recce on the building. "Alright," said Batman, "if we're going to do this, we do it my way. I don't want your personal attachment to your father getting in the way of his rescue."
"Fine," replied Barbara, trying to keep the scorn from her voice, "what's the plan then?"
"They've got six henchmen providing security on the top floor. The Joker and Harley are a floor below. We take out the henchmen quick and quiet, then drop in on Joker and Harley from above. The priority is the safety of your father, capturing the Joker and Harley comes next."
Barbara followed Batman's lead as he led her to the roof of the adjoining building. From there Barbara could make out the henchmen patrolling the top floor of the building, occasionally looking out the windows onto the ground below. Batman signaled his plan and on a three count both Barbara and Batman simultaneously jumped from their roof through the windows of the adjacent industrial building. As they crashed through the glass they rolled to break their falls and, as they came up, Batman threw a distraction device that temporarily blinded the henchmen.
Barbara used her speed and athletic ability, combined with her martial arts training, to dispatch two of the henchman while Batman easily handled the other four. With the henchmen out of the way, Batman used a spray can explosive from his belt to draw a circle and blow a hole through the floor.
Barbara quickly jumped into the hole and down to the floor below, just managing to register the annoyance on Batman's face that she'd not waited for him to take the lead. As she hit the ground she saw the Joker with a rifle trained at the stairwell, she quickly threw a baterang knocking the rifle from his hands. The Joker cursed and turned to advance on the Batgirl but then thought better of it as Batman jumped down, landing behind her in a cloud of dust.
Turning tale, the Joker ran and jumped down into a nearby garbage shute leading down to the ground below. Batman scanned the room and saw Harley beside the commissioner with a baseball bat. Gordon was tied to a chair next to a table with a bunch of torture devices and what looked to be sex toys, as well as a gaudy be-jeweled iPhone mounted on a tripod.
Harley, also believing discretion to be the better part of valor, grabbed her phone and ran out of the room and down an adjacent hallway. "Save Gordon," yelled Batman, "I'll go after the Joker."
Barbara ran over to her father and quickly untied him from the chair while Batman took off in pursuit of the Joker. "Are you okay Commissioner?" she asked, the voice disguiser built into her suit doing its job to protect her identity.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, "just go get Harley. And Batgirl, be careful, she likes to use that bat."
Barbara took off down the hallway and ran through several rooms before closing the distance on Harley who she saw enter the last room at the end of the hall, just past a nearby stairwell. Barbara dove and rolled through the door into room, narrowly ducking the baseball bat Harley swung at head level. Barbara came out of her roll smoothly and just as smoothly let lose with another baterang, hitting Harley in the hand and forcing her to drop the bat.
Barbara was seeing red, so infuriated at the audacity of the Joker and Harley to kidnap her father that she threw caution to the wind and closed with Harley immediately, landing a flying knee that drove Harley hard up against the wall. Barbara then followed up with a flurry of punches to Harley's tummy, followed by a quick cross and uppercut that dropped the former psychologist to her knees.
Harley stood slowly, and Barbara stepped back to size her up before finishing her off. Harley was twenty-eight years old, only a year younger than Barbara and of similar size. In fact, both girls were the same height, but where Barbara was more toned and athletic in build, Harley was heavier and curvier with larger breasts. Her hair color was blonde with blue dip dye on the left side and pink dip dye on the right, and she wore tight blue and red shorts, a ripped white tee shirt, a red satin jacket, fingerless gloves, fishnet stockings, and lace-up boots.
Harley wiped blood from the corner of her mouth and spat, "You'll pay for that bat bitch." Barbara smirked and closed the distance on Harley again. Harley swung at Barbara with wild haymakers, trying to take her head off, but Barbara easily ducked and dodged them, managing to counter punch and stagger Harley back against the wall again. Barbara then got Harley into a Thai clinch and drove her knee up into Harley's soft stomach and tits several times before tossing her across the room with a Seoi Nage judo throw.
Harley crashed through a bunch of old wooden crates and groaned as she weakly tried to rise back to her feet. "Give up," said Barbara, "you're outmatched, surrender now and I'll save you the further ass-kicking her deserve!"
"NEVER," screamed Harley as she flung herself toward Barbara, spearing her with her shoulder and managing to drive her back several feet before she regained her balance and started driving her elbow down into Harley's back. Harley groaned and crumpled to the ground but not before managing to grab a small stun gun off the back of Barbara's utility belt without her noticing.
Harley curled into the fetal position and, gasping for air, cried out her surrender. Barbara reached down and grabbed the beaten villain by her hair and hauled her up until they were face to face, “You’re going to jail for a long time Harley, you never should have got into bed with such a monster!”
“Please, I’m sorry. He just, well, he’s just so fucking sexy,” laughed Harley while simultaneously pressing the stun gun against the exposed skin under Batgirls jaw and pulling the trigger. Pain coursed through Barbara’s entire body and her muscles stiffened and contracted, freeing Harley from her grip. Barbara fell to her knees and Harley wasted no time pulling her head back and stunning her a second time before pushing her down onto her back.
Barbara laid on her back holding her neck as the final tremors passed through her body. Despite the lingering pain, she slowly turned onto her front and started to rise to her feet. However, Harley was not one to squander an advantage. So, not wasting any time, she retrieved her bat and as Barbara slowly got up, she swung it hard, connecting squarely across the Batgirl's back.
Barbara fell to her hands and knees and Harley, enraged by the previous one sided beating she'd endured, and a little bit crazy, lost all control and swung the bat down on Barbara's unprotected back and shoulders, surely leaving a mass of purple bruises under her suit. Harley swung wildly and not all the blows were solid, but she must have connected ten times, driving Barbara into the floor before she was just so tired, she had to stop.
Harley tossed the bat aside and worked to catch her breath as she relished the sight of the Batgirl sprawled out on the ground beneath her. After about twenty seconds, Harley had recovered and Barbara was starting to stir, her hand reaching toward her belt, likely for some sort of weapon. But Harley wasn't having any of it and, before the Batgirl could access her belt, Harley pulled her back by the cape and into a seated position on the floor.
Harley then sat behind her, snaking her legs around the Batgirl's waist and over her belt, locking her ankles together and digging them into the heroines crotch. Barbara found she couldn't access her tool belt and, before she had a chance to turn into her attacker, Harley had sunk a rear naked choke on her.
Adrenaline shot through Barbara who tucked her chin and gripped Harley's arms, trying to pull them away from her neck. Harley squeezed her powerful legs together, causing Barbara to groan, and tightened her choke, slipping it past Batgirl's chin. Barbara weakly tried to pry Harley's arms away, but the choke was too tight. "That's it Batgirl, go to sleep," whispered Harley almost sensually, her voice husky and strained from the exertion of the hold.
Barbara pulled for all she was worth, desperate to break the hold, but in the end her strength couldn't match her will and her arms finally gave out. Barbara released her grip on Harley's arm, her hands dropping down to her sides, and she went limp between Harley's legs.
Harley almost seemed to moan in pleasure as Barbara surrendered. And, as Barbara's vision began to fade, the last thing she felt before slipping into unconsciousness was Harley's hot breath on her neck and her pelvis grinding into her back.
When Harley was sure she was out cold, she rolled the Batgirl onto her back and straddled her. Harley had no intention of killing her, she simply loved the cat and mouse game too much. But she did intend to find out who it was she was fighting.
"Let's see what we have here," smirked Harley as she slowly hooked her fingers under the dark cowl and pulled back on Batgirls mask. "Oh my god, Barbara Gordon!" whispered Harley allowed, recognizing her from TV appearances with her father, "We lose the chief but get his daughter, Mr. J is gonna love this!"
Harley quickly replaced the mask, not wanting Batgirl to know that she'd discovered her secret identity, but not before snapping a few quick photos on her iPhone. She then dragged the still unconscious Batgirl over to a copper pipe running up a wall. Harley then quickly stripped off her boots and fishnet stockings and used them to tie Batgirl's arms around the copper pipe, securing her firmly in place.
With Batgirl secured, Harley Facetimed the Joker to share the good news. Unfortunately for her and the Joker, Batman answered the Joker's phone as the experienced crime fighter had already captured him quite easily. "Oh Batsy, what a surprise, can you put Mr. J on the phone?" said Harley.
"Harley, I see you managed to get away. If you want to talk to the Joker you can visit him in Arkham," growled Batman.
"I don't think so Batsy, you see I've got your fucking girlfriend tied up and if you want to see her again you'll let Me. J go!" snipped Harley as she panned the camera toward the still unconscious Barbara, "When he calls me and tells me he's safe I'll let the Bat bitch free."
Batman reluctantly agreed to Harley's terms, recognizing from the backdrop that Harley had Batgirl somewhere in the same warehouse and that he could likely find her and rescue her in short order. And so, Harley watched on camera as Batman released the Joker who ran off into the night and then, when she was sure he'd gotten away, she ended the call and turned her attention to the now stirring Batgirl.
"What the hell?" thought Barbara as she came to and found herself lying on her back with her arms secured against a metal pipe. As her head cleared Barbara saw Harley standing a few feet off to her side, with one hand on her hip and the other casually swinging her baseball bat.
"Well good morning pudding, and here I thought you were going to sleep all day," laughed Harley. "Now we only have a few minutes before your boyfriend gets here so why don't you and I make the most of them!"
Batgirl struggled against her bindings and pipe and pulled her legs back to defend herself as Harley advanced on her with the bat. But instead of attacking, Harley stopped short and tossed the bat aside. She then very deliberately unbottoned her shorts, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and pulled both them and her red thong down her long shapely legs. As she kicked her clothing away. Harley literally laughed out loud at the look that came over Batgirl's face. "What, you thought I was going to hit you?" mocked Harley, "Now where would be the fun in that?"
"No, I'm not going to hurt you. But you are going to lick my pussy before I leave or by this time tomorrow everyone will know who you really are, Barbara Gordon!" threatened Harley as she ran her fingers through the labia of her shaven pussy with one hand while showing Batgirl the photo she'd taken on her phone with the other.
"FUCK YOU, YOU SICK TWISTED BITCH!" screamed Barbara as she violently thrashed and struggled to break free from her bonds.
"Now, now, such language Batgirl. My word, that's quite the potty mouth you have on you!" mocked Harley as she jammed her phone in her celavage and sauntered forward, getting kicked hard in the thigh for her trouble. "Bitch, that hurt!"
Harley moved quicker this time, faking left and then darting right to get past Batgirl's legs. Before she could shift her body to react, Harley stepped over Batgirl and plopped herself down on her waist and thighs, trapping her legs. Barbara squirmed and tried to bridge up, but with her arms tied it was no use, she just couldn't rotate enough to toss Harley off. For her part, Harley just hooked her feet under Batgirl's legs and gripped her tits, riding her back down to the ground after every failed attempt at dislodging her.
"Whew, I'm glad that's over. You must be tired, that looked exhausting!" laughed Harley. "Now Batgirl, were running out of time so if you're not going to lick my pussy, and I take it you're not, then I'm going to have to get a few more photos before I go. Let's just call them masturbatory aids if you like." Harley then reached forward and grabbed the zipper just under the neck of Batgirl's suit.
"Get your filthy whore hands off me." screamed Barbara as Harley slowly pulled Batgirl's zipper down as far as her utility belt and spread her top apart revealing her pale firm round tits and small pink nipples which hardened as they were exposed to the cool air.
"My, my, no bra." purred Harley as she ran her hands over Batgirl's now exposed tits. Barbara grimaced in disgust and embarrassment at being felt up by a psychopath.
Harley retrieved her phone from her own busty cleavage. She then leaned back and pushed her hips and shaved pussy out towards Batgirl and, aiming the camera down her midriff, took a couple of photos. Barbara turned her face to the side as Harley snapped away but even so they would still reveal far more than she would ever want exposed in a public sphere.
“I wish we had more time,” said Harley as she leaned forward and whispered seductively in Batgirl’s ear, “I would love to hear the noises you make with my tongue between your legs!” Harley then lowered her head and quickly gave one of Batgirls nipples a lick before standing up and retrieving her shorts.
“You won’t get away with this you disgusting bitch.” threatened Barbara, “I will find you!”
As Harley did up her top button Barbara heard a crash through the window on the other side of the building that could only be Batman. "I'll see ya later sugar, you can keep the thong." said Harley as she blew a kiss and ran out into the hall and down a nearby stairwell.
Barbara could have called out to Batman but she didn't. Instead she worked her bonds and managed to escape and zip up her uniform seconds before the caped crusader found her. "What happened?" he said gruffly as he entered the room.
"Nothing," replied Barbara, " She got away. Noting happened." But she knew Batman was the world's greatest detective and that he would not have missed the red thong lying on the floor. Still he kept his mouth shut and didn't ask any questions, smart man. She did however have to listen to him berate her over how careless she had been and question whether she had what it took to be a crime fighter. Typical man.
Barbara just meekly agreed with whatever he said, she just didn't have the energy or will to fight what would normally would have been a very heated argument. And, truth be told, her mind was solely occupied with Harley, where she was hiding, and how she was going to get her phone and the photos she'd taken before her identity was revealed and her crime fighting career ruined.
