Capítulo 7: Epic Quest (18+)
The new place turned out to be an abandoned boiler room, the location of which I remembered thanks to my excellent memory. It was more or less dry, there was no smell of sewage, and the small area of the room excluded the appearance of unplanned tenants: almost ideal.
"Okay, I'm holding her, and you tie her up."
"You wouldn't dare!" the young heroine tried to pull away, but my grip was tight.
"Let's dare. It's your own fault if you decided to follow me, and I warned you. Just relax and, huh, have fun."
"A-A-A..." my faithful assistant stretched out meaningfully, winked, and enthusiastically began to knit knots.
"What's this?" I asked, puzzled, when Harley had finished.
"Ivy taught me, isn't it great?"
"Yea-a-a-a..."
My beloved's friend is definitely a big fan of shibari, if there is such a hobby in this universe. A lot of knots securely fixed our prisoner, now resembling a caterpillar. Hmm... Lianas, shibari... Perhaps I shouldn't fall into the clutches of Ivy, who is a supervillain with metasils named Poison Ivy, because creepers turn into tentacles superbly, besides, the green defender in the comics disliked the Joker for mistreating Harley Quinn.
Well, Batgirl knew what she was doing.
Sitting on the steel partition, I bent over the knees of the bound girl, who mumbled in protest, through the interfering gag...
~SLAP~
"I told you not to follow me."
"M-M-M!"
~SLAP~
"I hope you get it better this time."
Harley watched for two minutes as I slapped the red-haired captive on her elastic ass, and then she came closer and just pushed her off my lap.
"My turn!"
The blonde quickly took the vacant seat, sticking out her ass.
"Harry up!!!" my assistant hurried me on.
And why not, in fact?
~ SLAP ~
"MORE!"
She obviously got a taste and got high from all this, and who am I to deprive a girl of pleasure? Besides, she's not trying to break my ribs in her arms. So for another three minutes there were slaps and moans of pleasure from the charming blonde in the room, which was watched with mixed emotions by the bound heroine in a bat costume.
"And now I want the promised kiss," my concerned assistant declared. "Now."
"Come here."
She moved onto my lap, and our eyes met. As they say in some romantic works: "Spark, storm, madness." It's hard to describe the emotions that I'm going to experience now, while the girl is trustfully clinging to me. I gently hug Harley and pull her to me, at the same moment my lips touch her parted mouth. I wrap one arm around her head, burying myself in her silky hair and not letting her pull away, even though it's not necessary. Even through the suit, you can feel the heat of her heated body. My tongue penetrated her mouth, making the kiss deeper. Tenderness is replaced by passion, my free hand squeezes the elastic and soft ass of my assistant. Her fingers are clinging to the lapels of my suit. But all good things come to an end, she stopped having enough oxygen, and she pulled away, looking at me with eyes full of boundless happiness.
"Mr. J... It was... Super!!!!!!"
A second and I feel like I'm being squeezed by a multi-ton press.
"Harley..." I hiss half–strangled, tears come to my eyes from the pain, but memories come to the rescue. "Haha..."
[Smoothing out the emotional peak]
System, how I love and hate you. There is no trace of excitement left, but my body stops feeling pain while my mind frantically searches for ways to get out of the girl's arms without offending her.
Fortunately for me, the blonde still let go of my long-suffering ribs and allowed me to breathe deeply.
"Phew... I liked it too, but you should be a little more restrained until I'm cured."
"Oh, Mr. J, I completely forgot," the girl instantly jumped up from my lap, and then realized the whole phrase. "So you don't mind repeating it."
A second later, her nose is practically touching mine as she looks intently into my eyes.
"Of course, because you are my most loyal, smart, beloved and charming assistant," There was no doubt in his voice. "Without you, I would just die under the rubble."
"Mm-hmm..."
My confidence that it is impossible to express so much unclouded happiness with a glance has completely evaporated. It is quite possible that only a reminder of not the best state of health saved me from death with repeated hugs. I wonder if I would have earned the Darwin Prize then?
"Mr. J, I love you."
"I love you too, Harley."
A new sensual kiss, but this time I managed to restrain her hands, threatening me with new injuries.
"Damn," my beloved was upset when I pulled away. "I can't control myself at such moments."
Rurning away, she began to pace the room until her gaze accidentally stumbled upon a bound young heroine who was in permanent shock from the unfolding events, she clearly did not count on such a "show".
"Hm... Strings," the thoughtful harlequin bent down, loosening the first knot, but my hand slowed her down."
"No need, we have to go back, I want to finally rest, and not look for a place to spank her again."
"What makes you think she's going to follow us again? It is clear that we will catch her again and... ah... That's a perverted Mouse!" Harley now looked as if she had discovered some secrets of the universe. "But there are only two meters of rope left in our shelter and this is absolutely not enough."
She looked at me with a pitiful puppy dog look.
"Can we just break her legs?"
"Have you forgotten? We are heroes now, so we must not harm other heroes and civilians."
"Is it okay that you tied her up and spanked her? It doesn't look like a heroic act... Although if she likes that... hmm... I liked it..." she muttered to herself.
"I'm not sure that the Mouse is delighted with all this, it's just that there was an unpleasant incident when we met, so I... ahem... I tried to show the full depth of her mistake, but now it was for fixing."
The blonde, shaking her head, highlighted the main thing for herself:
"So this is the second time, maybe she really likes it? I need to check something."
I didn't even have time to blink, and my assistant is trying to get into the pants of a squirming heroine.
"Damn it, Harley, stop!" I stopped my partner's playful hands. "It's practically rape!"
"Oh, come on. I just wanted to clarify whether she liked it or not, what if she's a pervert and is stalking us just for this? Then it will be possible to negotiate: she gives up the ropes and stops, and in return you then spank her... Okay, I'll find out another way."
Sometimes I forget that Harley is a little crazy. At the same time, it is undesirable to leave Batgirl tied up in this way here. What if she can't get out? And if he can, he'll start following us again... Pat. Maybe you can come to an agreement with her? A variation on the theme of a bad and a good cop, more precisely, a perverted and ... a slightly less perverted cop, but it's worth a little tempering my faithful assistant.
"Find out, but don't try to undress her."
Great, now the blonde will bring Gordon's daughter to condition, and I will make her promise not to follow us for several hours.
"I have a better option," she bent over the silent girl in the bat costume and pulled out the gag.
"Ugh, you fucking perverts! Untie me immediately!"
"Hush, hush. We're not hurting you, I just want to check something out."
"That... m..."
The harlequin literally sucked in a red-haired cutie shocked by this turn of events. What can I say if I was shocked myself, but I found this sight quite erotic. I thought Harley would just ask around, but here it is.
"Mm-hmm!" Batgirl, who had come to her senses, mumbled indignantly, the blonde was stronger than her, so she easily held the bound victim.
"Nope, she didn't seem to like it," my assistant pronounced the verdict, erotically licking her lips.
"Of course, I didn't like it! You're a horny maniac! The asylum is crying for both of you!"
Our prisoner wasn't exactly thrilled, but Harley decided to finish her off with just one question:
"Mr. J, can you try it?"
"Don't you dare!" the young heroine was horrified by the opening prospects, because she can't even really resist, even these strong ropes sometimes touch sensitive places.
"I don't think it's worth it. Mouse, I've definitely realized now that it wasn't worth chasing us..." it's time to voice your proposal while the prisoner is in turmoil. "I propose to conclude a contract: you give us a head start at three o'clock, and in return we untie you. Besides, from our conversations, you should understand that the party's policy has changed and we are now good."
"Party policy? Have you been brainwashed by the communists?"
"Em... It's just an expression."
Suddenly I realized that I was fluent in a language that was alien to me, and I just used the appropriate phrase. Thanks to the System and the remnants of the memory of the last owner.
"No one brainwashed us, I just decided to become a hero."
"That's how you decided?" the bound girl looked at me with a doubtful look, it seems that she has just begun to realize that the Joker really does not look like his former self in behavior.
"Well, this was preceded by a serious head injury, but I have already recovered and I'm not going to change my mind."
"That's how it is..." our victim fell silent, considering options and common sense still outweighed (although what common sense can we talk about if she made a deal with a psychopath who is trying to convince her that he is now a good one). "Then untie me."
"Uh no, that won't do, first swear by your career as a hero that you'll give us a head start in three hours."
If I remember the girl's character correctly, then she always kept her word, and if she still deceives us, then let her conscience gnaw at her later... So far, one gullible and relying on the knowledge of the canon clown will be in Arkham...
"Hmph... I promise."
"Excellent. Harley?"
The blonde realized what was required of her and a minute later completely freed the Mouse from the captivity of the ropes, carefully packing them into a bag.
Batgirl stood up, stretching her stiff limbs.
"What are you staring at?"
I left her question without comment, starting to pack, we were already too late, having spent the whole day clearing mines.
"Harley, let's go."
"I'm coming. Bye-bye, little Mouse, it was nice to meet you!" the harlequin waved goodbye to the commissioner's daughter and blew a kiss.
"Get out already."
I had to grab the blonde by the arm and hurry out, I felt that the young heroine was missing quite a bit to try to attack my arrogant and anxious companion.
"Well, what was it?"
"What is it exactly?" Harley was extremely pleased and whistled a song.
"A kiss with Batgirl..."
"And this... I tried my best for you. Don't tell me you didn't like it, Mr. J. I saw the way you looked at us. And the choice of your "punishment"," there was an undisguised mockery in the voice of your beloved. Says a lot to a person with a psychiatrist's education."
"Ahem... Since we've become good, beating her up and breaking her legs definitely wasn't ethical..."
"..."
"You took her place later!"
"But I did it voluntarily... And the sequel was great."
The blonde cutie replied breathlessly.
Why the hell am I trying to justify myself? Arguing with a psychiatrist who has become a psycho is useless: either all your arguments will break against the indestructible wall of logic, or they will get lost in someone else's madness. So we keep quiet and just go ahead.
Harley couldn't stand the oppressive silence and started making excuses:
"Mr. J, I didn't want you to trade me for this one... I wanted to show that I don't mind... well... Together..."
Whoa. I did not expect that such embarrassing but true thoughts were wandering in someone's head.
"Harley, I told you that I love you and would never trade you for anyone... But your idea looks pretty attractive... But you know yourself that you can't drag everyone into our bed..."
"Our bed..."
It looks like someone has plunged into pink dreams again.
"Exactly "our". I definitely won't tolerate guys!"
"Hey! I didn't even think about it! How could you even think so badly of me! I don't need anyone but you..." there was no limit to the girl's indignation, but the end of the phrase slightly blurred the first impression.
"Are you sure no one?" I squinted at the suspiciously hesitant blonde.
"Do you remember how I became like this?" she asked suddenly.
"Mm-hmm..."
And what should I say to that? The Joker drove her crazy and pushed her into a vat of chemicals, but I kind of lost my memory.
"Because of me?"
We continue to pretend amnesia. It's also a good thing that Harley doesn't use most of her logical abilities and psychiatric skills when there's a well-known clown next to her, otherwise they would have figured me out a long time ago.
"I definitely lost my mind because of you, you fell in love with an unhappy girl, but Ivy helped me with the rest. I was a simple person and couldn't keep up with my lover. Even the years devoted to gymnastics could not compensate for the difference in our strength... When I first came to Arkham, I was on the edge... You abandoned me... They threw it away as an unnecessary thing, exchanging it for Batman... But Ivy helped me, pulled me out of the depths of despair and strengthened me without asking for anything in return... If only I could follow my dream."
Wow, my knowledge of this world is definitely worth refreshing so as not to get into a ridiculous situation, because I did not even suspect about this variant of origin. Carefully place the bags on more or less clean communication pipes and squeeze one sad blonde in his arms.
"Harley, now I definitely won't leave you for anything in the world. And I don't mind Ivy. A girl who has done so much for you without asking for anything in return just can't be bad," I just need her not to poison me with pheromones or some other nasty stuff.
~Sniff~
"Thank you, Mr. J."
This time there were no screams and raptures, we just stood there, not in a hurry to break the embrace.
"But I don't think she'll agree. She hates men, and especially you, for what they did to me..."
"I think we'll solve this issue somehow."
"She's also in Arkham right now... At least it was a week ago..."
"We'll get it out."
I decided not to be petty. It was weird, but I really wanted to make Harley happy. Remembering the Joker's asshole behavior in comics, movies and animated series towards his assistant, I was overcome with anger, but now I have taken his place and I can correct some of the not the most pleasant moments.
"Eh... Aren't we still heroes?"
"We'll get her out using legal methods, but we need to convince her not to get rowdy."
"That would be great!"
[The quest "Defender of Nature" has been generated: to rescue Poison Ivy from Arkham Asylum. Reward: 15 free points, magic source initiation]
Wow! That's what I mean by the quest, it's epic. But for now, we'll brush it aside and deal with it at home, so as not to miss any details.
The shelter greeted us with the usual silence and ... comfort. You know, it happens when a girl adds inconspicuous things that form an overall impression. After sorting out the bags, I left my assistant to manage the kitchen, and I trudged into the shower, after which I settled on the couch in the central hall.
Well, it's time to invest a free point in the Seventh Beginning to get magic. A second and...
[Action is not available. Initiation of the source of magic is required.]
That's a setup, I knew there would be some kind of stupid restriction. But at the same time, I will receive the initiation of the source of magic for successfully rescuing Ivy, it remains only to figure out how to do it...
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