The Batman: Downfall Ch. 09

Something big had descended behind her, an immovable object had blocked out the meagre light that had been coming through the dirty glass. Harley let out a yelp as a heavy hand landed on one should and forcibly spun her around. Night engulfed her, black armour seemed to envelope her, the hand on her shoulder dropped to one slender arm and the grip tightened holding her in place, Harley looked up and caught the sneer that was on Batman's mouth, she opened her own for a witticism but it was knocked clear as Batman delivered a stinging slap that knocked her face sideways.

Batman's death grip vanished and Harley toppled to the ground. But not for long, she rolled and swept out with one fishnet leg that connected with nothing but air, Batman had disappeared. "Don't disappoint me Mister B. no need to be shy around little old me," she said and wiped a thin tendril of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Harley,"

The voice came from all around her it was hoarse and desperate in its plea. Harley's red lipped grin spread slowly, "Sounds like you got it bad Bats," There was movement to her left and she spun, catching the sight of a cape disappearing into the shadows behind a concrete pillar. Harley reached up and began to work the strings loose on her red and black corset she reached the pillar and discarded the corset. "You craving a little Quinn in your diet?" she said mockingly and stepped around the pillar finding it deserted.

"No...yes," the last word turned to an almost whimper.

Harley followed as best she could, her white blouse a size too small for this evening clung to her bare breasts her nipples hard points that pulled at the white cotton fabric. She knew the camera layouts by heart and could not help but pout towards one hiding in a crack in another pillar as she walked slowly past it. "Come out, come out wherever you are," she sang and pulled her blouse open, buttons ripping free from the stitching and sent ricocheting off the floor.

Harley heard a deep sigh to her right and turned that way, her breasts were free and she reached up cupping them then pinching both nipples with her thumb and forefingers. A black mass broke from the shadows directly in front of her. The ferocity of his approach made Harley stumble backwards, her left ankle twisting under her, she yelped and fell backwards her arms flying in front of her.

With one hand Batman caught her right wrist holding her in place, frozen in a fall, his other arm came up, hand curled into a fist that flew forward and stopped an inch or so from Harleys face. "What is it with you men? You don't know whether to hit a girl or kiss her? So what's it going to be Mister B?" The fist unfurled, the hand shaking, the fingers dancing as it withdrew. Harley was pulled to her feet the left ankle gave a scream of agony just to remind Harley Quinn of what had happened. The hand on her wrist loosened and travelled up her arm. Harley leaned in, she could hear the ragged breathing of Batman, his eyes were shrouded in darkness yet she knew they would be wide and staring frantically at her.

Harley leaned further in, her lips parting slightly and as they connected with Batman's. It was a soft, gentle kiss, a kiss of two lover's coming together for the first time. Harley broke the kiss but Batman leaned in his grip firming up on her arm as he did so, keeping her where she was. His mouth met her firmer still and she found his tongue probing at her lips, she opened her mouth letting him explore before she politely reciprocated.

Batman's free hand found Harley's waist then travelled north turning as it cupped one breast before continuing further still the rough gloves rubbing across Harley's firm nipple then across her other one. Without warning Batman stepped backwards pulling his hands away as if they were plunged into lava. "Don't fight it Bat's," Harley said and started to hike up her tiny plaid skirt, the stockings came to an end, pale thigh either side. The skirt pulled higher, now where panties would be revealed only Harleys shaved sex could be seen. "I bet you got a gadget that would feel right at home here." Harley said and slipped a hand down her sex, one finger slipping easily into her for a second, an involuntary shudder swept over Harley as she did so.

Harley lifted the sticky finger towards Batman, his mouth spasmed as he fought with himself. He gave a whimper then took the finger into his mouth. He moved forward again, his hands finding Harley's backside and lifting her up as he went. Harley's legs twisted around his waist her boots crossing at her ankles behind his back they kissed frantically as they moved.

Harley let out a "oomph" as her back connected with a concrete pillar, Batman's hands tightened on her bare backside and started to lift her higher, Harley's legs untangled as she was lifted onto his shoulders, she felt a hot breath on her sex then his wet tongue as it ran in maddening slowness from bottom to top, her clitoris getting that last lingering lick. Harley gripped his bat ears as his tongue worked in quick darts between her engorged, wet lips then switched to long slow circles around her hard clitoris.

From up on her perch Harley writhed with pleasure, her eye's winced but her lips curled into a smile as she felt on thick gloved finger probe the outside of her tiny anus before pushing firmly against it then into it. She opened one eye, a pile of older computer monitors no more than five feet from them, she knew in the middle of all that, inside a shattered screen one camera was filming them she hoped the lack of light was not going to hide too much. Harley began to match Batman's motion's his tongue rotated around her clitoris and Harley moved her hips the opposite way grinding where she could as more and more of Batman's finger found its way deeper into her anus. Harley bit her lower lip, she was so close now as if he knew this his tongue came to a stop, his finger now deep in her anus only heightened the coming orgasm. She pushed and ground down as best she could her hands worked his bat ears as if they were miniature cocks.

Harley's thighs tightened around the masked head, her head hit painfully against the concrete pillar though she failed to notice it as she let out a long moan, her orgasm setting fire to her whole body, her nipples tingled in the cool air as if tiny points of electricity were tickling them. She had barely caught her breath when Batman dropped her with little grace from his shoulders. She fell with a scream onto the dirt and debris strewn ground, her backside hitting the cold floor painfully.

Harley was starting to stand up when Batman's cock slapped across her face, he had pulled the lower part of his costume down, his balls were lifted over it in a painful looking way yet he seemed not to care. His cock seemed bigger than it had before, the head bulbous and dark in colour, one vein ran thick across the length and the whole length twitched with anticipation. Batman pushed forward again, his cock head jabbing at her red lips, Harley opened her mouth to say something but he pushed forward and she gagged as his whole length seemed to feed into her mouth.

Harley pulled her head back as far as he would let her, just enough to allow her to breath and give her atleast some control. He had given himself to her begrudgingly at the Mayor's apartment, she had coaxed his cock back then and in the end he had responded willingly. The Batman that stood before her now was different, he dominated her, there was no gentle play, no back and forth he wanted Harley and he was having her.

Batman's cock slipped free of Harley's mouth and she took in as much air as she could, his cock was rigid and slippery before him, her sex ached to feel him in her, it had been so long since a real man had had his way with Harley Quinn. Harley got up on shaky legs, she moved further towards the windows, into more light and into the area where most of the cameras were trained. She toyed with Batman, he came in close and she danced away, she felt one hand on her back side and she smacked it playfully away, her eyes going from the Batman's to his throbbing cock. Another step took her away from the concrete pillars and into the 'kill' zone. Batman lunged for her and Harley spun away her blonde hair tipped with shocking red twirling around her as she did so.

Batman's hand was lighting fast it reached up grabbing on pony tail and yanked hard, Harley yelped out and dropped to the ground, her head at a funny angle as Batman held the ponytail. "Who'd a thunked it? Batman likes the rough stuff." Harley said through gritted teeth. Batman struck low, his leg coming out swift and taking Harley off her own and bringing her down to her knee's her hair pulling tight in his grasp.

Batman released her hair and was behind her in one fluid motion, Harley felt both his hands on her back pushing her down onto all fours, her scalp was on fire and her ankle throbbed taking a lot of her anger and wit away. One hand slipped down the small of her back and onto her round backside, it paused a moment, squeezing and caressing the flesh before continuing down a little further. Harley pushed back feeling the tip of his thumb at her wet labia. "I Hope that's not all you got for me Mister B?" Harley chided.

The thumb and hand disappeared and Harley let out a soft sigh as she felt what was undoubtedly his cock head nudging between her labia. Harley gave a breathless squeal as he pushed forward feeding his cock all the way in, filling up her sex and stretching her like no other before him. Batman's hands found her backside again and squeezed the flesh with each deep thrust into her.

Harley rotated her hips and met Batman's thrusts with her own push backwards, why she had never thought of fucking Batman before with or without the aid of a drug escaped her. So much time had been wasted on the hope that Joker would one day be the Jack in her box, all the while Batman had been right there willing to do the task and do it well. Harley's arms ached and threatened to give way as Batman leaned forward, his weight heavy on her bare back as his gloved hands found her breasts and held them, his thrusting never slowing down.

With a wet sound Batman pulled free of Harley Quinn, had he cum or had he come to his senses, Harley fought the urge to turn and fight, to defend herself. Whatever her action was going to be was rendered mute as she felt both her pigtails being taken in hand, her head was pulled back with a painful jerk making Harley bare her teeth and hiss. Harley knew where his other hand was, his cock head was being guided across her anus, it nudged at the opening a little loose after having Batman toying with it, though she doubted loose enough for what he had in mind.

Harley's arms went from beneath her, her scalp felt like it was ready to part her skull as Batman pushed his sticky cock head into her backside, the tip slipped in and he kept going, forcing more and more of himself into her. Harley let out a cry before she felt him pulling back. The respite was short lived as he pushed forward again it repeated back and forth each thrust forward filling her up more and more. Now she was ready for him and Batman knew it, his thrusts sped up, her aching small back passage was his for the taking and he revelled in filling her up.

With one hand still holding her pigtail's the other was now free to explore her sex once more. Harley ground down filling his thick gloved fingers probing her wet hole and hard clitoris, Harley could feel another orgasm mounting, it was a dull ache that was growing rapidly. If only Ivy was here to suck her tits, Harley thought and the idea alone was enough to push her once more over the edge.

Her second orgasm seemed to herald Batman's own ending. He ploughed fast and shallow, his breathing a mix of ragged grunts and growls with one final push he let out a long moan and Harley felt the warmth splatter inside her back passage, his cock pulsing with each eruption. When Batman finally pulled out, Harley could not help but let out a laugh, she rolled onto her back letting her aching limbs and sore backside have a break. Her lipstick was smeared which gave her smile a disjointed wider than is natural look as she watched Batman fumble with his cock.

Her smile faltered, he had gotten to his feet his cock still oozed cum and was now dropping slowly though still impressive yet it was the grim smile on his face that had given rise to Harley's sudden discomfort. "You like the merchandise Bats?" Harley asked, pushing forward hoping that the toxin was slow to wear off and also deep down hoping that perhaps Batman would want to go another round with her. To test his resolve Harley lowered one hand to her sore sex and rubbed it gently, parting her lips letting Batman see her waiting hole.

Batman gave a dry laugh and began to right himself, Harley's hand dropped away and she began to gather herself, pushing up with her hands and standing gingerly trying not to tempt fate in her twisted ankle. "What's so funny?" she asked, her arms going across her breasts and one hand pulling down her pulled up plaid skirt.

"I am free of you Harley," he replied.

"Yeah, well it ain't over to the fat lady sings and oh Boy she has a loud voice," Harley now laughed seeing the so sure smile on Batman falter. "You're on candid camera Bat's why don't ya say cheese for the cameras?"