Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Pluto (It's not a planet)
_____ Introduction _____
Non-canonical story of the Dark Knight's later years. A decade passes after Batman beats the Joker to death in a fit of rage. A new villain arises to challenge him, calling himself Smiley. He claims to be the nephew of the Joker and the rightful heir to whatever throne the Clown Prince of Crime left behind. Assisted by Harlequin, the Joker's former sidekick, Smiley unleashes a series of devastating crimes on Gotham city. This text is inspired by the animated series, NOT the live action movies.
Batman: Life After the Joker
Written by Norton5
<< Chapter One >>
Harlequin crept up to the driver's side of the strange yellow car and pointed a gun to the driver's head.
“What are you doing in this bad part of town at this time of the night, stranger?”
The stranger didn't have a head. He did, but it wasn't a normal head. It was a yellow sphere the proportionate size of a human head with a smiley face printed on it. The smiley face turned to look at her. There was no expression of surprise or horror. Just a smiley face.
“I'm taking back this little area. It belonged to my uncle and now that he's dead, it's mine.”
“Before I shoot you and take all your money, would you mind giving me your uncle's name?”
“The Joker. That's what they called him.”
Harlequin gave him a dangerous smile, “The Joker has no kin. The only person closest to a family he ever had is the person who has a gun to your head right now.”
“Of course, you're Harlequin. Nice to meet you.”
“How did you recognize me?”
“Even without your makeup and outfit, you're still gorgeously insane.”
“Hey, watch your tone. I'm old enough to be your mother.”
A pack of degenerates came from the shadows with two women tied up. They set the women down and unzipped their pants.
“Time to fuck, ladies,” said one of the punks.
Harlequin sighed, “This place used to be fun back when my bottle daddy was still alive.” She sighed. “Oh, well. I guess I'll just blow your brains out and be on my way before these shitheads decide to do me too.”
The yellow car switched on in a flash and shot forward, mowing down the entire gang and the two women who were about to be raped.
It came to a halt and the smiley face jumped out of the driver's seat. “Wohoo! That was awesome!”
Harlequin jogged over and saw the carnage. She threw up and recovered. “What the fuck!”
“Like I said, I'm taking back this place. It's mine now. You may live here too, since you were special to my uncle.”
“I don't buy any of that crap about your being the Joker's nephew.”
“Buying is a bad habit. Stealing is better.”
“So what are you, the new freak show?”
“You and everybody else can call me Smiley.”
<< Chapter Two >>
Bruce Wayne groaned as he sat in a big leather arm chair and got his dick sucked off by a lovely brunette teen wearing nothing but two silver bangles on each wrist.
She was the daughter of an up and coming businessman who wanted to partner with him on a venture that would increase their wealth substantially. Bruce had done a background check on the man, and in his findings, discovered that the man had a teenaged daughter with a rocking hot body.
Nothing like sealing a business deal with a good sanctioned taboo fuck. He had asked the man and he had given his consent. Getting the girl to willingly visit his mansion alone without an escort was easy. He was Bruce Wayne after all, though not as dashing in his prime as he used to be, but still very much desirable to any woman with a pulse.
It had been 12 PM when Bruce's recently acquired butler Wilfred (dead Alfred's grandnephew) had shown Miss Isabelle Banks into the mansion. She had come dressed in a sexy school girl outfit – one that wasn't worn by the conservative school she was currently attending.
Bruce and Miss Banks had a fantastic lunch, but the joy of eating delicious food was lost on him. He was more interested in watching the drop-dead gorgeous teenager from across the long table eating. She noticed his focused eyes and made her eating more sensuous for his pleasure, masticating her food erotically in her mouth and swallowing slowly, flicking her tongue slightly over her lips.
Bruce thought, Fuck me. She's a demon encased in the body of an angel. I must fuck her right after this meal, or I'm not Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy.
After the meal, he asked Isabelle if she would like to be taken on a tour of Wayne manor. She said she'd love that. Wonderful. Fucking yes.
Wayne manor was as Gothic as any old manor could get. From the two demon statues that stood guard at opposite ends the steel entrance gate to the sinister graveyard that contained, beneath the earth, the bodies of Bruce's parents.
As they left the graveyard, the half British-half Italian teenaged beauty looked up into Bruce's eyes and said, “I wonder where the great, mysterious Bruce Wayne goes to rest his head when he's tired.”
He was harder than rock now and was afraid that constant walking would cause friction that would result in his cock ripping through his zipper. “Follow me and I'll show you.” He offered her his arm and she took it with a knowing smile on her face.
When they entered his large richly adorned bedroom, Isabelle told him they should lock the door. Bruce locked it while she began to explore the large room, looking closely at everything that interested her, which was basically everything, and touching things she was curious enough to touch. Selling the items in this room would make a poor man a millionaire overnight.
Finally Isabelle climbed onto Bruce's bed. His parents had once slept in that bed, but now it looked even better with this knockout brunette teen on it. She removed her panties and unbuttoned her shirt. Lifting her skirt, she let Bruce see what she had ready for him. He liked what he saw and smiled.
Bruce took off everything he had on and got on the bed naked. Isabelle laid herself back on the bed and raised her skirt to reveal her smooth young perfect pussy. Bruce put his head down between the junction of her thighs and kissed her pussy tenderly and then more passionately, building up to a deep exploration of her moist flesh and deep vagina with his tongue. She moaned and squirmed against his handsome mouth, rubbing her pussy excellently into his face. The more she squirmed, the deeper he went and the more higher she soared in ecstasy.
Isabelle was brought to a delightful screaming orgasm.
Bruce turned her on her side and spooned behind her. Raising her leg, he slid his cock into her pussy and began thrusting in-out of her young flesh. The teen beauty mewed and caressed the back of Bruce's head as he kissed her neck and lost his face in her brown hair. His cock began going faster and stronger into her pussy, increasing both their pleasures. Feeling that he was going to ejaculate soon, Bruce made twenty long and deep thrusts and shot his load deep into her vagina. She gasped in surprise at having her womb inseminated for the first time.
Bruce then fucked her missionary style. She screamed in ecstasy again and drew his face to hers for a long lasting kiss as he continued to plow down deep into her pussy, splitting her luscious young labia. She climaxed again and four minutes later, Bruce shot three strong jets of cum deep in her lovely pussy.
Still clinging to Bruce, Isabelle stayed connected to him at the hips and forced the billionaire into a long session of wild kissing which she proved to be more adept in. Taking control of the proceedings, Isabelle kissed and fucked Bruce on the bed. She rolled them off onto the floor, where she got on top and rode his cock hard for an hour, and kissed him madly some more before taking him to the leather armchair where she knelt before him and worshiped his cock with her mouth and tongue.
Bruce watched as she made lustful eyes at him and applied her lips and tongue to the pleasuring of his cock. Her lips traveled up and down his shaft beautifully. She enclosed his cock head in her mouth and let her tongue go crazy all over the swollen end.
Bruce gripped his armchair tightly as she focused her attention on the head of his cock. She went at it for almost half an hour, eliciting three ejaculations from him. She swallowed all his cum and went back to sucking his full length and his balls as well. Bruce ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her. She sucked him off some more and he ejaculated twice.
Bruce picked up Isabella and took her back to his bed where he fucked her and she fucked him senseless for three long pleasure-filled hours before falling unconscious from over-sexing.
Deep in his sleep, Bruce was Batman and standing over the Joker's grave. He heard the psychopathic laughter and couldn't believe it when his dead nemesis' arm shot out of his grave and pulled him down into it. The arm was strong and the grip of his hand was hard as steel. It touched his chest, through his suit, and Bruce could feel the coldness. It shook him. “Sir.”
Bruce awoke instantly and put his hand around the man's neck, choking him to death. He realized that it was Wilfred and quickly let go. “Sorry, Wilfred. I had a bad dream.”
Wilfred nodded and gasped for the breath, and at the same time, announced, “Master Bruce, there was a break-in at the museum. No ordinary one. Looks like a new villain, sir.”
Bruce got out of bed and covered Isabelle's lovely young nakedness.
To Wilfred, he said, “When Miss Banks wakes up, give her something to eat and drive her back to the Banks residence. I'm heading to the Batcave.”
<< Chapter Three >>
“Holy shit!” said a surprised patrol officer as Batman dropped out of the night sky and landed expertly between him and the detective he was reporting to.
“Yes, I have that effect on people,” said the Caped Crusader with his signature grim expression.
“Almost three decades and counting,” said Detective Nathaniel Kruger.
They were outside the entrance to the Gotham Museum.
The detective took a copy of the patrol officer's written notes and waved the still-shocked rookie away. “How many times has this place been broken into? I forgot.”
Batman said, “I stopped counting after Joker wannabes attempted the tenth time and succeeded only in vandalizing public property.”
They both walked up the long stairway and into the museum. What they saw inside confirmed Wilfred's conjecture that this was a new villain at work and not an ordinary crook or bunch of crooks.
All the guards who had been stationed that night at the museum were dead at their posts, blood pooled around their slain bodies. They each had a yellow golf ball-sized sphere with a smiley face printed on it in their mouths.
Batman took a device from his utility belt and pointed it at one of the yellow balls. Satisfied with the reading, he said, “They're not explosives.”
Dt. Kruger blew air out of his mouth, “So we won't get turned into horribly chopped meat. That's a relief. I was planning on having a threesome with my wife and her sister tonight.”
Batman turned to look at him. “Really?”
“Yeah, no kidding. They said they'd both dress in black leather, use ropes, whips, and a lot of love wrapped in pain.”
“That is so hot,” said Batman. He shook his head to clear his mind of the lustful thoughts and said, “Ah, to the matter at hand...”
“Yes, of course. Er, what do you think about all of this?”
“I think there's a new villain at play here, and he just said 'Hello'.”
<< Chapter Four >>
In a secret place between concrete walls, Smiley and Harlequin lounged in a pile of Persian cushions.
Harlequin, now dressed in a yellow and black outfit that was similar to her older one, except for the color switch and latex instead of polyester, said, “I wonder why you didn't let us steal anything at the museum.”
“I was officially alerting the authorities to my presence. There was no need to steal. Besides, I have all the financial resources I need.”
Harlequin moved closer to him, pressing herself side-to-side with him, and purred, “And where do you keep that stash of money?”
“It's all stored digitally, Aunt Harlequin.” He looked at her. She thought he was smiling beneath the printed smile on that yellow spherical head of his.
“You make me feel so old when you call me 'aunt'.”
“And you make me feel so incestuously horny when you dress up in that outrageous yellow and black latex suit.”
“'Incestuous'? We're not even related.”
“You were the Joker's girl?”
“And he fucked you?”
“He was a guy just like any other guy with manly needs.”
“So I'm his nephew and I'm getting horny over his 'wife'. Therefore, you're my aunt and my feelings toward you are incestuous.”
“Well, if you want to play that game, it's fine with me.”
Smiley was dressed in a long, yellow, leather jacket with a smiley face printed on the back. His pants were yellow leather and his boots were yellow. He wore a black shirt inside and yellow leather gloves.
His spherical yellow smiley face head turned to study Harlequin. She felt a chill run down her spine.
Placing a gloved hand on her pussy and squeezing it through the latex, Smiley said, “Fascinating how you made this part of your suit one piece that you could unzip and remove easily, and still be wearing the leggings.”
She smiled, “You know, a girl's gotta pee and take a dump some times, so it would be inconvenient if I were to strip off the entire suit just to relieve myself.”
“You could have made the top and bottom separate. Just pull the bottom down when you need to go.”
She bit her lower lip and blushed, “It's also sexy having latex on, with my pussy and ass bare and available for insertion of cock.”
“Ah, I see. Mind if we test out this lovely new suit of yours?”
“Is my nephew asking me for a fuck?”
Smiley nodded, “Mhm.”
Harlequin giggled, “I've never fucked a guy I couldn't kiss before.”
“Just kiss the smiley face.”
“Okay. Go ahead and unzip me. Start unzipping from the back.”
He did, and soon, he was looking at her bald pussy.
He grabbed her pussy and squeezed it in his grip. She winced, but was not sure if she should tell him to tone his grip down a notch; maybe he was as psychopathic or even worse in his mental state than the Joker had been.
Harlequin remembered how badly her former boss and lover had beat her when she had told him to go easy on her during their first doggy-style fuck. She ended up bruised and bloody. No apologies from him, but he did crack open a rich old woman's skull the next day. The woman had worn an emerald brooch. The Joker took it and gave it to Harlequin. She wanted to think this was his way of showing he was sorry for what he did to her earlier, but she knew deep down that the Joker was never sorry – he was only being sweet.
Now here she was in the present, with another Joker wannabe hungry to fuck the Joker's former slut. She knew it was partly her fault for even getting involved with him in the first place. She should have blown his brains out that day when she had crept up on him in his car.
His grip on her pussy intensified and she almost tore open the two cushions she clutched in her hands. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs and shoving him off. His excruciating grip on her did not let up and she just clenched her jaw firmly and looked into his smiley face with what she thought was a good facsimile of lust. In truth, at that moment, she just wanted to be left alone to rub soothing ointment on her pussy. Fuck, he was killing her. Don't look down, she told herself. You'll probably throw up from seeing your pussy turned purple under his hold.
Smiley brought his face down to Harlequin's. “You feeling horny, Aunt Harlequin?”
She barely managed to say, “Yes, very.”
“Must have been a long time since you've fucked.”
In her head, she said, No, you fuck face! I've screwed thousands of times with hundreds of Joker wannabes. Aloud, she told him that the previous week, she fucked a homeless bum for the little cash he had on him.
“Aw, you poor woman. Let me give you a nice real fuck.”
He let go of her pussy. Finally! Relief flooded into her pussy. She could feel the blood normalizing its rate of flow into that area down there. Harlequin did her best not to show how happy she was that he had let go of her. Instead, she took his sphere head and kissed him on the smiley face.
“Mmm. I like your kisses, Aunt Harlequin,” said his voice from within the sphere.
“Hmm. Your aunt wants your cock right now.”
He chuckled and pulled off his pants. His cock was huge and hard. When he plunged it into her pussy, Harlequin thought her cunt had been impaled with a big hard German saveloy.
“Oh, fuck!” she said.
Smiley laughed and proceeded to fuck her brains out. “Yes, fuck, it's so good to be fucking my aunt.” He intertwined the fingers of his hands with hers and held her in place as he hammered down into her from above, plugging himself in her all the way to his balls.
Harlequin told him to fuck her harder. He liked that and slammed his cock efficiently down into her pussy two hundred and twenty five times before he shot his sperm load into her.
“There's my cum for you,” he said in a rasping voice.
“Mmmm, fuck, I love your cum. Cum in me some more.”
“You'll have to wait a while.”
“I'll wait, if I have to.”
He laughed, proud of himself for making her hungry for him. She thought, You're so pathetic. Nothing compared to the Joker, who didn't have to rest or wait for his cock to harden after spilling his load. His cock was always hard and ready to fuck. That was one of the many things she admired about him, despite the bad things he did to her.
Smiley fumbled with his inside jacket pocket and pulled out something wrapped in grease-proof paper. “While waiting, take a look at what I got for you,” he said, and handed it to Harlequin.
She unwrapped it and gasped. It was a glorious ruby the size of a chicken's egg. Her heart was instantly captured and she forgot about the pain he had applied on her pussy with his hand.
Seeing her rapt expression, Smiley said, “Glad you like it. That was the only thing I took from the museum. It was a gift that a sultan of old gave to his favorite daughter. I think there was definitely some incest involved in their relationship. Since our relationship is incestuous, the stone maintains its value to its current owner. Neat, don't you think?”
Harlequin nodded. “Thank you, Smiley. I don't know what to say, I-” She stopped. His hand was now on her breasts.
He said, “I noticed you have the same zipper mechanism over your breast area as you did for your pussy and ass. Are you an emergency breast-feeding service?”
“Sometimes a guy might want to suck on my tits. It would be inconvenient if I had to take off my entire suit just to give milk, so I made this area a removable zipped patch. You may start unzipping from the top left.”
Smiley unzipped from the top left, and in no time, removed the patch of latex. Her breasts were in full view now and he put a firm – yet not painful – hold on her. Feeling her tense up, he said, “I know I hurt you by grabbing your pussy like that, but I was eager to know what you were like after all these years. You haven't changed much. You're still the same as you had been back when you were the Joker's doll. Now you're mine, but you'll soon learn that I'm not a wannabe or copy cat. I have my own style, I'm not a sadist, and you're free to leave whenever you want.”
Harlequin nodded, gripping the ruby, and her vision became clouded. Somewhere inside her, a damn burst and she was soon racked by heaving sobs. She closed her eyes, but the tears seeped out uncontrollably and she let go of all the control and false bravery, gusto, and confidence she had put on display for Smiley's benefit and hers.
The ruby slipped out of her grasp and rolled onto her pussy as she covered her face and cried like a child. She curled herself into a fetal position on the cushions and let it all out of her system.
After a while, she sensed that Smiley was no longer on the bed of cushions with her. Wiping her tears, she croaked. “Smiley? I'm.. I'm done crying. I'm sorry.... Smiley?” She looked around and saw a movement in the shadows.
He came from out of the shadows, the sphere smiley no longer covering his head. His face was young, in his mid-twenties. He was ordinary-looking, yet had a handsome quality about him. His hair was blond and he had blue eyes. “Hey,” he said, smiling.
“Hey,” she replied.
“Where's your ruby?”
“My-” she looked all about her and found it on a cushion. “Got it here.”
“Don't lose it. It's expensive, you know. Though, I got it for free, courtesy of Gotham Museum.” He chuckled and removed the yellow gloves, flexing his hands and fingers, and breathing long and deep, eyes closed. “Can't encase myself in leather and a helmet twenty-four-seven, you know. Gotta breathe sometimes.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Oh, and feel free to cry whenever you want. That's a rule here.” He smiled at her, a radiant smile, which she responded to with a sunny beam of her own. “It's amazing how you haven't physically aged much. You do look more like an athletic milf, though.”
Getting up from the bed of cushions, Harlequin walked over to Smiley and gently touched his face, inspecting him closely. Satisfied with what she saw, she began to stroke his face and hair fondly in a motherly way. He, on the other hand, placed a hand on her left boob and squeezed.
Harlequin noticed that he was hard again. “Wanna fuck Aunt Harlequin again?”
“This time you can have some boobs and milk to go with the pussy.”
She took him back to the cushions and laid him back down after arranging the cushions so he could be slightly resting upward. She sat herself down slowly on his lap, guiding his big cock into her pussy. When she finally reached the base of his cock, his balls squashed beneath her labia and ass, she leaned toward him and squeezed her boobs outward between her hands.
Smiley sucked on the proffered breasts, sucking on each nipple tentatively and loving the taste of fresh milk. Harlequin loved breast feeding men and was particularly delighted by the attention paid to her boobs by Smiley.
Holding his head firmly to her tits, she moved her rump up and down his shaft, contracting her internal muscles around his thick cock. Harlequin began bobbing softly on him as she fed him her milk, her labia and ass colliding softly with his ball sack as she rode his cock and breastfed him at the same time. They lost themselves in this little heaven for two hours before Smiley took her doggy style and rammed his cock into her anus three hundred times.
<< Chapter Five >>
Four weeks later, in the Batcave.
Nightwing looked over his mentor/former partner and shook his head sadly. “It looks like this new sequence of criminal activity from Smiley is getting the better of you, Bruce.”
Bruce/Batman was getting stitched up by Wilfred, who muttered silently to himself and swore aloud when he treated another ugly gash or bruise on his employer.
“I'm not dead yet, Dick. Just a little more time, and when I figure him out, I'll have him behind bars with more than a few token scars to remember me by.”
“Don't forget Harlequin. That bitch is still operating on the criminal front. I thought after the death of her boyfriend, she would have quit, but she's still going strong. What do you think of her new outfit? Sexy, huh?”
Batman muttered, “Yeah, I wish I could fuck her and kill her, or kill her and fuck her. Doesn't matter which goes first.”
“Sirs, we have an intruder,” said Wilfred calmly as he continued to treat the cuts and scrapes on Batman.
Nightwing went into fighting mode and took on a stance of combat readiness.
“Don't worry, boys. It's just me, your old friend,” said the voice of a female. When she stepped into the light, Dark Wing and Batman saw that it was Poison Ivy, all sexy and dangerous.
Wilfred, thinking their might be fighting, asked, “Should I continue treating you at some other time, sir?”
Batman shook his head and said, “No. Please, continue what you're doing, Wilfred. Nightwing is more than capable of handling this woman if the need ever arose.” Looking at Poison Ivy, he said, “How's it going, Pam?”
“Not bad, but could be better. Life is boring. I wish I could turn back the clock and go back to the good old days.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” said Nightwing in a stern voice.
“Relax, Dick. I don't think she's looking for trouble, are you, Pam?”
“Call me Poison Ivy, or just Ivy. Would you want me to start calling you Bruce? Maybe I should go on television and tell everyone how billionaire Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same man?”
“No need for that, Ivy,” said Batman in a tired voice.
“Okay. I've come with good tidings. I know who this Smiley character really is.”
Even Wilfred paused in his ministrations to look at Ivy. Was she serious? Why was she helping them, in the first place? Or was she setting them up for something terrible? A trap maybe?
Nightwing said, “Who is he?”
She told them. Batman told Nightwing to do some fact checking on the Batcomputer. After a few minutes on the custom-made supercomputer, Nightwing said, “The facts match her story.”
Batman looked at Poison Ivy and said, “And what do you want from us in return for this good service?”
She handed him a piece of paper and he read it. Arching an eyebrow and looking at Poison Ivy, he said, “You're serious about this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Alright.” Batman sighed and whispered something to Wilfred, who nodded and left the Batcave for the mansion.
“What is it? The mystery is killing me,” said Nightwing.
Batman said, “Ivy here is signing on with a rainforest conservation group. Not environmental fanatics, mind you. Rather, an organization more legitimate. And she'll be investing her knowledge in botanical science to help them achieve their goals, which aren't slanted toward taking over the world by terrorist-controlled vegetation like she used to do back in the day.”
She had a dreamy look and said, “Back in the day. Sigh.”
“I don't trust this bitch,” said Nightwing. He had been poisoned by Ivy on more than one occasion back when he was Robin, the Boy Wonder. He didn't have any soft, warm feelings toward her.
Batman, on the other hand, saw all her past activities as her past that would never come back to haunt them in the present. He was ready to forgive and forget. Very uncharacteristic of the most cynical person Nightwing had ever known. He was losing his touch. Dick would have to be stronger, where his mentor now showed some weakness. He would keep a close eye on Poison Ivy, making sure she wasn't up to trouble.
Standing up, Batman said to Ivy, “I hope you don't think me rude if I tell you to leave at once. The money and resources you asked for will be at your disposal by tomorrow morning before 7 AM.”
“Thank you, Bruce,” she said, and with a fleeting glance and nod to Nightwing, she left the Batcave.
Nightwing clenched his fists tightly, eyes fixed on the spot where he last saw her. Batman placed a gloved hand on his former partner's shoulder and said, “Don't lose any sleep over this, Dick. Our issues with Ivy, I truly believe they're all water under the bridge. People change. Not all of them, but some do.”
“Like you've changed, Bruce?” Nightwing gave his mentor a hard stare.
The Caped Crusader smiled sadly at the former Boy Wonder and left for his mansion.
<< Chapter Six >>
Two weeks later, Dick Grayson's apartment.
Dick/Nightwing came to the conclusion that Poison Ivy had been sincere and was now the most productive member of the Global Forests Watch. Her information on Smiley had also proven useful. Batman was returning to the Batcave with less cuts and brushes than before when he knew nothing about the Joker's 'heir'.
Attempts to apprehend Smiley were still unsuccessful, but Dick sensed that his mentor was getting closer. He had other things to worry about, such as paying the rent on his apartment. The rate had gone up and he was worried that he might end up in a state of poverty very soon. He would never ask Bruce for help, but if the billionaire did find out that his protege was out on the streets homeless, he would pull out all stops to come to his aid and that would suck and be a huge blow to Dick's ego.
Dick went to look out the window at the view he had of Gotham. It was 10:14 AM. Life as a superhero was great, but not so great when it was paired with life as a regular guy who needed shelter and food to eat. In his pondering, he failed to notice a vine wiggle its way into the lock on his door. The door came unlocked silently and opened. A figure entered Dick's room and carefully closed the door.
Seeing the reflection in the window glass, Dick whirled around and threw himself at the figure, pinning it down on the floor. It was Poison Ivy. She wasn't in her regular suit, rather, she wore a red figure-hugging dress that stopped at her thighs.
“What are you doing here in my apartment?” he hissed.
“I came to see how you were doing and offer you a job if you needed one.”
“I don't need to see you and I don't need your help.” He moved himself off her and got to his feet, letting her bring herself back up.
“Alright then, Dick.” She dusted herself off and smoothed her dress. “Before I go, I want you to know that, for what it's worth, I'm sorry about what I did to you and your partner-”
“He's not my partner anymore.”
“Okay. You and Batman back when you were a team. I did some horrible things to the both of you, and on many occasions, could have killed you. You know, the botanical poisons and strangling vines and razor leaves-” She sighed. “The list goes on... I'm sincerely sorry. I-” Her voice caught and she cleared her throat. “I'm so sorry, I regret so much, and if it makes you feel any better, I've found satisfaction in being a good person. I love my new life, my job, having no evil schemes and ambitions other than the proper ones a normal law abiding citizen should have.”
She walked to his door and reached for the door knob. His voice stopped her.
“I'm sorry,” he said in a low tone, she almost didn't hear him.
Looking out through his window, he said, “I'm sorry, for knocking you down like that.”
“That's okay, after everything I did to you, I probably had that coming.”
Turning to face her, Dick said, “I've been checking up on you. You really have changed your ways. It's... It's really good and I'm happy for you.”
Her response to that was a smile full of hope, happiness, and an inner peace.
Dick continued, “Actually, I'm out of a job and could use one, otherwise, I'll end up spending my nights sleeping on street pavement.”
“Oh, my,” she said, aghast.
“Yeah,” he said, now ashamed to even look at her eye-to-eye. Funny how things turned out. Here they were standing and talking about their lives in his apartment; she, a reformed villain with a satisfactory, high-paying, humanitarian job, and he, a superhero, with no job.
Ivy ran a hand through her hair and said, “Do you have a computer with an open line to the Internet?”
“Uh, yeah.” He showed her his laptop computer placed on a table.
Taking a seat, she opened the web browser and went to a site. She asked him, “Have you ever filled out an application form like this one before.”
Dick looked at it and said, “I don't know what some of these questions even mean.”
She smiled and beckoned him to sit beside her. “Don't worry. I'll help you fill this out.”
They sat together and Poison Ivy helped Dick Grayson fill out his first online job application form. After clicking the Send button, Dick asked, “Okay, what did I just apply for?”
“A position in the engineering department of Global Forests Watch, the organization I work for. I talked with Bruce over the phone yesterday and he told me that you were looking for a job.”
Dick smiled and rolled his eyes. That old man is still checking up on me. Love him.
“Bruce also told me that you were quite good with gadgets and machines, even inventing some of your own that you use in crime fighting. When you get this job, you'll be able to use the same technical skills in a different field.”
“You mean, if I get this job.”
“Ahem. You're looking at a member of the Executive Board of Global Forests Watch. I would say you have more than a foot in the doorway.”
“You'd push to get me this job?”
“Of course. And I happen to know you're a very capable individual who would fill this role perfectly. I should know, after countless battles with you.” She quickly added, “None of which, I'm proud of.”
They sat in peaceful silence for a minute.
“I should go,” said Ivy finally.
“Ah, okay. I'll show you out.”
They both got up at the same time and accidentally bumped foreheads.
“Ow,” said Dick.
“Omigosh, I'm so sorry, Robin-I mean, Dick.”
For a brief second, the look he gave her was anger for referring to him by his old alias that he used when battling villains such as the one she had been back when he was Batman's Boy Wonder. But the look quickly disappeared as it had come and he smiled apologetically. “It's nothing. I've been hit worse than that before. You should know.”
She smiled and blushed, looking down at the floor.
Dick sighed. “I guess we'll always have the old days between us, huh?”
“Yes. When will we ever be fully rid of them?”
“We could start right now.”
He took her hand in his and she automatically moved herself to within inches of him, fearfully and yet recklessly running her delicate fingers of her other hand up his tight abs and pectoral muscle. They embraced and Ivy groaned as if a great weight had been cast off her shoulders. Bringing his lips to within a centimeter of hers, Dick said, “Oh, crap. I'm dead once I kiss you, right?”
Ivy giggled, “I've rendered myself non-poisonous. I'm just like any ordinary woman, Dick.”
He shook his head. “No. You're no ordinary woman. I know this more than anybody else.”
They joined lips and kissed tenderly at first, before opening up and giving in to uninhibited passion. His clothes and her red dress and all other attire came off and they collapsed onto his bed, immediately grinding into each others pelvises and kissing madly.
In the heat of lovemaking, Dick pushed Ivy's legs up against her torso and she held them against her as he vigorously pumped his cock into her pussy. Ivy made a series of passionate cries as he thumped into her pussy one thousand, two hundred and seventeen times. They drenched his bed with their juices before rolling onto the floor to get away from the wetness.
After ten minutes of silently staring at the ceiling and various objects in Dick's apartment, Ivy gingerly touched his chest. He turned to look at her and she smiled shyly. “Thanks.”
“For what we just did.”
“The least I could do.” He fell into a fit of laughter. “I mean, now that I'll be getting a job, thanks to you.”
“You would have gotten the job anyway.” She giggled and paused to look into his eyes.
Dick was silent for another couple of minutes before he said, “Why don't you call me tomorrow and we can... talk about this little incident. I feel kinda weird about it, considering our history.”
“I'd like to have that talk, but I don't know your number.”
He told her and she memorized it in seconds. They showered together and kissed tenderly as the water fell on their bodies. Ivy left his apartment, but called him that afternoon at five.
“I thought I told you to call me tomorrow,” said Dick sternly.
“I'm sorry, I couldn't wait.”
“Maybe you should start practicing patience.”
“Not one of my virtues.”
He sighed, “Okay, well, where do we start?”
“How about I come over to your place?”
“Uh....” Shit. This was way too fucking complicated, a superhero and former villain having a relationship like this. “Could you come over tomorrow?”
Silence on her end of the line.
After an uncomfortable ten seconds, he said, “Alright. Come over this evening.”
“How about now?”
He almost broke the receiver. “Okay, fine.”
A minute later, there was a knock on his door. Fuck, he thought. Had she called him from outside the building? My own personal stalker, Poison Ivy.
He opened the door and almost had to stop his jaw from falling off. She was dressed in her sexy green Poison Ivy costume and it still fit her nicely.
“Hi, Dick. Ready for that talk?”
“If I'm not now, I'll never be.”
He let her in and locked the door. They fucked like maniacs until daybreak the next day.
<< Chapter Seven >>
Batman watched from the shadows as Smiley punched his cock into Harlequin's asshole.
The criminal milf held her ass open as she bent over, on her knees. “Fuck me, nephew. Fuck your sweet Aunt Harlequin.”
Smiley made sounds of erotic pleasure as he thrust back and forth into her bowels.
Batman took his cock out and jacked himself off to this insanely hot sight. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spurt cum against the concrete wall.
Putting his cock back into his suit, he turned around to see Harlequin handcuff both of her lover's hands to a metal pole. She was wearing her sexy yellow and black outfit with the boob and pussy-ass patches unzipped and lying on the floor.
Sitting herself on Smiley's cock, she moved her pussy up and down his shaft and punished his cock with her wicked, loving pussy for twenty-nine minutes. Batman saw him cum in her and saw her juices run over his cock. Unable to resist, he jacked himself off again and decided he should do what he came here to do before he lost focus completely. It was tough being a superhero with a hyperactive sexual appetite.
Harlequin leaned forward and was about to kiss Smiley, when Batman stepped calmly out of the shadows, careful not to step on the second cum load he had spilled in front of him. She turned around, saw him, and cried, “Batman!”
Smiley wanted to get up, but couldn't because he was held fast to the pole. Harlequin tried to unlock the handcuffs, but the key she held in her hand was removed quickly and violently by a well-aimed Batarang.
“Relax, you two. I'm not here to beat the crap out of anyone. We've had a nice two and a half months of playing superhero versus villains, but it's time for us to end our little game. I'll still remain the hero, but you two will have to retire.”
“No, fucking way, bat face!” said Smiley, struggling futilely against his metallic bondage to the hard pole. Why the fuck did he let his slut sidekick handcuff him? How did Batman find his hideout? Was the Joker ever inconvenienced by Harlequin when he was alive? Asking himself these questions made him angrier and angrier by the second.
Harlequin pulled out a gun and the Bat launched himself at her like a demon out of hell. Smiley heard a sickening crack and saw his lover nursing a cracked jaw, the fight gone out of her. She now regarded Batman dully and shot a sad, apologetic look at Smiley.
“You forced me to do that,” said Batman to Harlequin. “Now listen to me, the both of you. The police will be here in a minute, but before they arrive to take you to a maximum security prison where you'll both be spending the rest of your miserable lives, I'd like to give a few words to you.”
Walking over to Smiley, he said, “Don't try to escape, Harley. I'll break more of your body parts if you do. You know I will. I killed your original sugar daddy, didn't I?”
Harlequin remained sitting on the concrete floor, still nursing her broken jaw.
The Dark Knight towered over Smiley. There was no emotion in his voice as he said, “Let's get you out of these cuffs, shall we?” He removed the cuffs and Smiley threw himself at the Caped Crusader.
“I was hoping you'd do that,” said Batman in a cold voice. He outmaneuvered the new villain in the brief grappling contest they had, breaking both of Smiley's wrists and disconnecting his calf muscles' tendons from the back of feet. Smiley was in horrific pain and unable to move his hands or his feet. He lay sprawled on the concrete floor and screamed in agony.
The shriek of rage from behind him, alerted Batman to Harlequin's final vengeful act. He smiled and easily blocked her attack, simultaneously stabbing her in the heart with a sharp-edged batarang. “Tell the Joker I said 'Hello',” he said coolly to the dying villain.
She collapsed on the hard floor, dead on impact, her blood quickly forming a red pool around her body.
Batman pulled out his batarang from Harlequin's dead body and vanished from the scene two seconds before the police entered the hideout.
They arrested Smiley and put Harlequin's body in a zipped bag.
<< Chapter Eight >>
Nine months later, Grayson residence.
Pamela Grayson/Poison Ivy answered the door and smiled as she saw the man who decided to stop by. She gave him a warm hug and let him inside.
“Dick's in the kitchen, Bruce. I have to go to the bathroom, but I'm sure you'll be able to find your way to the kitchen. Just follow the smell of breakfast cooking. By the way, I'm seeing more and more gray appear on your head.”
“Neither of us is getting any younger, Pam. Though, your stomach's definitely getting bigger than big. Are we expecting Grayson twins or triplets?”
“Mother of two or three, doesn't matter. I can still kick your ass, hero boy.”
He laughed mockingly and trooped off into the kitchen.
“Morning, Dick. I love the knock-up job you've done on the former Miss Ivy. Score one for superheroes.”
Dick Grayson laughed. “Thanks, Bruce. You'll enjoy being an uncle.”
Bruce groaned, “Oh, please, don't do that to me. I can't entertain kids.”
“Well, you'll just have to change that about yourself, won't you, Bruce?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just don't make every weekend a hangout at Uncle Bruce's mansion.”
“You know I'd never do that to you.”
“Just making sure.”
Pam came into the kitchen and began munching on fried bacon. “Mmmm. I love being pregnant. All this food.”
“Before she eats everything,” said Dick, flipping a pancake over his head to Bruce who caught it and took a bite.
“You should try the hash browns,” said Pam.
Dick looked at Bruce and pointed the spatula at him, “Didn't you say you'd be bringing someone over?”
“Yeah, she's kinda late. She likes taking cat naps frequently. I hardly ever get any action from her. But when she's in the mood - Reeow!”
Pam smiled slyly, “Ooh, I wonder who this mysterious lady is.”
“Mysterious she definitely is.”
Two knocks came from the door. “That must be her,” said Bruce. I'll go get it.”
Pam put out a retraining hand. “No, no, no. You stay here with Dick and watch the kitchen. I'll go get it. Give me a chance to meet her and do a little one-on-one before we get into the group thing. What's her name?”
Bruce told her and she almost fainted. He steadied her in his arms and Dick cast a cautious look at Bruce.
Bruce said, “It's fine, Dick, Pam, really. If you don't want her here, I'll take her some place else. Give her some strangely believable excuse. It doesn't inconvenience me in the least.”
“No, it's alright,” said Pam. “I just wasn't expecting it to be her. I'll bring her in.”
Pam walked out of the kitchen to the front door. She took a deep breath to steady herself and opened the door.
The sight of a whitish-blonde, silver-eyed woman in a gray t-shirt and black pants greeted her.
For a moment they faced each other with surprised expressions which soon turned to smiles.
The woman raised her hand in a small wave and said, “Hi, Ivy.”
“Give me a hug, Selena Kyle.” Pam didn't give her a chance to decide, hugging her fiercely.
“Careful, there. Don't wanna squash the baby,” giggled the former Catwoman.
Pam blushed as they separated. “It's all Boy Wonder's fault.”
Selena laughed and Pam pulled her in. “Come on. The boys are in the kitchen.”
The door of the Grayson residence closed and four enemies-turned-friends, -husband, and -wife had breakfast together.
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