Harley's Rooftop Run-In...
Everyone saw a certain cropped post... what if it had been Harley slurping up Batman?
This is a remix of a post by @daemoncollection (full credit to them btw!) with Harley instead of Nightwing... and a short story to go with it.
Scroll down to the bottom of this post for some longer scenes based on their video, plus a Harley x Nightwing remix (with Harley giving, not taking lol)
Arkham Prisoner #4954: found diary entry
He didn't stop me.
DIARY HE DIDN'T STOP ME.
His hands just... hovered there. Like his big stupid brain was short-circuiting. I got his armor unclipped (thank you criminal expertise) and there it was.
I'm not gonna say it was the biggest I ever seen 'cause Mistah J would haunt me from whatever hole he's rotting in, but...
It was the biggest I ever seen.
Thick. Heavy. Hard. Batman was HARD. For ME. Harley Quinn, certified menace, had the Dark Knight at full mast.
I looked up at him and grinned. "Aww, B-Man. Ya DO like me."
"Quinn..."
I put my mouth on him before he could finish bein' boring.
Here's the thing about Bats: he don't make noise. Not when he fights, not when he's hurt, not never.
This time he made noise.
Like a sharp breath through his teeth when I took him deep. His gloved hand (he's still in the whole suit, just cock out) grabbed a fistful of my hair. Not pushin'. Just... holdin' on.
Like he needed somethin' to grip.
I pulled back, licked the tip real slow, watchin' his jaw clench under the cowl. "Whatsa matter, Bats? Cat got ya tongue?"
"Shut up."
"Make me."
… that's when he started pushing.
DIARY. THE BAT. PUSHED MY HEAD DOWN.
I gagged on it and I liked it and I ain't even embarrassed. His hips twitched like he was tryin' so hard not to thrust, not to lose control, and I made it my MISSION to break him.
Took him all the way down. Nose against his stupid utility belt. Swallowed around him.
He GROANED. This low, broken sound from deep in his chest. His head tipped back and I could see his throat workin' under the cowl.
I did that. Me. The "crazy" one. Made Batman groan.
He pulled me off right before he finished. Thought he was gonna stop, do the whole "this was a mistake" thing.
Nope.
He stroked himself right at my face. And I stuck my tongue out like a good girl: Mistah J woulda HATED that, which made it even better!
"Quinn—" His voice CRACKED.
"C'mon, B-Man. Give it to me. You know ya want to."
He gave it to me alright. Thick rope after thick rope, all over my face. My cheeks, my tongue, my chin. He shuddered through it and made all that armor rattle.
When he was done he just stood there. Breathin' hard. Starin' down at me covered in his cum.
I licked my lips and winked. "Same time next week?"
He took me to Arkham anyway.
But he was REAL gentle about it.
And when he handed me off to the guards, he leaned in close and whispered:
"Tuesday."
DIARY.
T U E S D A Y.
I'm gonna be a GOOD GIRL until Tuesday.
...okay probably not but I'm gonna TRY.
😈🃏
— Harley
