Chương 9: Establishing close contact (18+)
"I doubt my plan will work a second time, so we just go ahead and try the attack, if I'm not mistaken there will be a convenient fork ahead."
"Alright," nodded my charming assistant.
Maybe this isn't Batgirl after all? There's a definite doubt that she liked our past two encounters, though who knows her.... There's no choice, and we have to get rid of the tail: running away through the dark sewers, lighting the way with a dim flashlight, is a pleasure.
At the fork we stopped, lurking in a nook of one of the technical tunnels, which were numerous along all the underground utilities, and turned off both flashlights, peering into the darkness. My eyes struggled to make out the vaults of the tunnel in the almost total absence of light, thanks to the forty-five points in the First Beginning, but there was not a glimmer of light on the path left behind, no matter how much I looked. This was not good... Starting with the fact that I was wearing a beacon, though then I wouldn't have had to practically follow us, giving myself away with footsteps, and ending with the fact that it wasn't our familiar.
Since there was a fork in the road, the noise of the sewage did a good job of masking the sounds, and we had to wait a long time before a slender silhouette flashed in the almost total darkness.
A jerk, and I get a sensitive blow under my breath because of the misjudged distance.
"Heh!"
I can't see a damn thing, and I miss another nasty punch to the face, but then my opponent makes the mistake of trying to throw me over his hip in a clinch. I intercept the other's arm and, thanks to clearly superior brute strength, take my opponent in a clinch.
"Ha-ha-ha. Don't move!"
Memories of The Interworld honorably help to endure the painful sensations.
The girl, and judging by her pleasing form, it was her, immediately quieted down and stopped lashing out.
Harley came up, turning on her flashlight and shining it at Batgirl, who cried out painfully.
"Ouch!"
She was wearing a night vision device, which was a high-tech binoculars mounted on her head, and which had not had time to adjust to the bright light, temporarily blinding her.
Well she certainly hadn't become Bats' apprentice yet, otherwise he would have equipped her with a more compact and advanced device, with instant adaptation to bright light.... I guess. What the heroine is using now is closer to a civilian model, and she could have borrowed something more advanced from her daddy at work, at the Gotham Police Department, if the Great and Terrible Mouse hadn't deigned to accept it yet....
"She must've enjoyed it last time if she's back on our trail. Give her a good spanking now! ...and then me," my beloved gave a look of embarrassment.
"Let go, asshole!" the young heroine was clearly not happy about my assistant's suggestion, but she didn't lash out actively, which was a little strange.
Did she really like it? Yes, no, it's not a version of the world where there are not enough men like Earth-11, and where girls almost fight for the "stronger" sex, wanting to join the harem ... At least, reading the newspapers and walking down the street, nothing like that was noticeable.
"You must pay for your crimes, so I won't let you in."
"What?! What fucking crimes?! Hey, Harley, it looks like your boss has gone completely insane: one minute he's making a hero out of a psychopathic maniac, and now he's talking about my crimes."
"And stalking and assault aren't crimes now?" my words made Batgirl think, and while she ponders, I turn to my charming assistant. "Honey, I think we can show Mousey the hideout under Grove Street."
"Let's go!" the harlequin headed in the right direction, but then she realized my hands were temporarily occupied and came back.
"Where are you dragging me?"
I silently walked alongside one cute blonde who was kindly lighting my way with a flashlight, heading towards the nearest Joker's rookery. I'd told you earlier that the clown had created many mini-hiding places throughout the city, one of which we could use right now.
The red-haired beauty in my arms quieted down a bit. Damn, this behavior is definitely not normal! She's not even trying to kick me, though she could, and that's exactly what Mouse did last time, until Harley tied her legs together. Okay, not worth the hassle and it's easier to figure it out on the spot.
After just two minutes of leisurely pacing, we reached another branch, ending with an iron door so rusted that it almost blended in with the surrounding walls. I hope I don't need a key here.
"Mr. J, hol–" my assistant held out the light source to me, but then realized my hands were full. "–you hold it then."
Harley slipped the flashlight into Batgirl's hand and walked over to the door, grasping the handle firmly and leaning against the wall with her foot.
"This is about to get messy."
~SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!~
With a terribly loud and nasty creak, the door opened halfway.
"Ugh, no further.... Please," the blonde girl gallantly stepped back, letting us through.
I step forward, holding Batgirl in my arms, lighting the way, and find myself in a small rectangular room of twelve square meters, a third of which was occupied by wooden crates without markings, but I knew that some of them contained weapons, swiped by the former owner of this body almost from under the nose of Penguin. The remaining space was occupied by a time-worn couch with a sink in front of it.
Harley followed us in, remembering to close the horribly creaky door behind her, sliding the primitive deadbolt shut at the end.
"Let there be light!" a flick of the switch by the door, and the ceiling lamp flickered briefly and burned out. "Yeah, that didn't turn out well..." with those words, she reached under the sink and pulled out a couple of spare bulbs.
"Okay, this one should work, I think."
Using one of the empty drawers as a stand, the harlequin quickly changed the failed bulb, and the flashlight was no longer needed.
"Great, now..."
I sat down on the couch, placing Barbara on my lap and....
~Slap~
"She seemed to really like it: no need to tie her up now," my favorite noticed the obvious.
"Yeah..."
I thoughtfully wrinkled Batgirl's ass, who looked at me with great disapproval, but said nothing.
Shifting the passive cutie to the couch, I stood up and stepped aside myself.
"Tell me what's wrong," I lean against the wall, giving myself a cooler and more independent look, like in old cowboy movies, only the hat is missing, and immediately regret it, dirtying the shoulder of my jacket. "Shit."
I went to the sink and turned on the faucet, and after the black sludge that only remotely resembled water stopped flowing, and normal liquid flowed, I started scrubbing the resulting stain.
Harley looked from me to our "captive" in bewilderment.
"Am I missing something?"
"But you're the one who came to me, after figuring out my real identity..."
A momentary realization hit me. So Batgirl thought I recognized her as Commissioner Gordon's daughter and that's why I came to the library. Except that still doesn't explain her, shall we say, submissiveness.
"Figured out the real identity?" the blonde questioned incredulously, once again looking closely at the young heroine and lingering her gaze on the red hair. "So you're that redhead..."
Moving over to Harley in a second, clamping her mouth shut.
"My sunshine, let's not voice the identity of our new acquaintance. And, Mousey, you may not believe it, but we really just came to the library.... After the blow to the head, I forgot some things, so I came to restore them..."
Batgirl looked confused while looking at us, then suddenly giggled:
"And I've already made up my own mind, ha-ha. Gotham's most wanted criminal just stopped by to read a book, hee-hee-hee.... Oh, yeah, he's a hero now. Listen, Joker, do you happen to remember where exactly you got hit, we could patent the technology and cure everyone in Arkham... Batman would stand at the exit with a baseball bat and hit all the criminals on the head as they walked out, hee-hee... Man, I gave myself away by following you guys, ha-ha."
"Mr. J, it looks like you broke it," Harley tilted her head thoughtfully to the side, looking at the cheerful girl.
"It's a nervous thing. It'll pass now... Maybe..."
After a couple minutes, she actually calmed down.
"So you really weren't going to do anything with the information about me?" asked the young heroine and immediately answered her own question. "Although I'm not Batman, you wouldn't have missed a chance to blackmail him..."
After saying that, she blushed for some reason, glaring at me. Don't tell me I'm being schipper with Bats!
"Hey! I'm not one of those at all," to prove my words, I kissed Harley, who also started throwing suspicious glances at me after the "captive" words.
"Um..." the cute blonde worked her tongue more actively this time, trying not to hug me too much, having caught the pattern after previous instances.
"Nice."
I struggled to pull away from my assistant's soft, sensual and sweet lips, releasing her from the embrace and moving a little to the side before they started hugging me back.
"So, are you convinced of my orientation? And by the way, I'm aware of the identity of Gotham's protector, but as you can see, I'm not looking to use that information."
I laid out my trump card right off the bat.
"Really?!" exclaimed the shocked heroine. "Oh, what's wrong with her?"
Following Barbara's gaze, I turned my attention to Harley, who was crouched on a crate, straddling her knees and muttering to herself:
"Mr. J, even after his memory loss, he remembers fucking Mouse."
"Eh, that's what happens to her."
I walked over to the sad blonde and hugged her, sitting down next to her.
"Sunshine, you know I love you."
"Then why haven't we had sex yet?" two sad blue eyes stared back at me.
Damn, and how do I explain to her the system and the fact that I need to get another twenty-five free points, which are converted from the ba-hion I get from quests.... Without them, I just won't be able to enjoy myself properly because of the constant pain...
"Sweetheart, I have a confession to make–"
"Mr. J is gay?!" my assistant's face darkened. "Damn, it all adds up, doesn't it! That's why you ignored me for so many years, and after your memory loss you forgot about your orientation, but now it's coming back."
"–no, I'm not gay–"
"Bisexual?" added Barbara Gordon.
"–What the fuck! I'm straight!"
"Prove it," the harlequin disentangled herself from my embrace, walked over to the couch opposite and pulled down her bottom, leaning on its edge while spreading her slightly moist pussy with her free hand.
"Whoa-a-a..." I slowly approached the frozen girl and touched her moist cavern. Harley rocked towards me.
What am I supposed to do? Ideally in this position there is no threat of broken ribs, and the arousal clearly overrides the painful sensations, but I have no protection with me... In this world, having children without the power of a god is pure idiocy, although even with divine power, there may be an enemy equal or superior in strength. Besides, I don't want any heirs yet... Hmm... If I refuse now because I'm not just thinking with my dick, I might be hated.
Okay, let's get the girl in a better frame of mind, and for that....
My middle finger invades inside, pushing the tender flesh apart.
"Ah..." a sensual sigh escapes my lover's lips, but that's just the beginning. We increase the amplitude of the movements and, when enough natural lubricant has dripped in, we attach my ring finger, feeling the increased tightness.
"Aren't you embarrassed that I'm sitting here..." piped up a crimson Barbara, moving to the opposite end of the old couch and covering her eyes with her hands.
"Shut up and stay out of the way. Mr. J, more!" my horny assistant began to thrust more vigorously, trying to get deeper.
"I have a better idea..." my thumb begins to massage her swollen clit.
"Ahh I'm almost.... Just a little more... Yes!" Harley's legs jerked up from the waves of pleasure building up, but I managed to pick her up before she could fall.
"Phew, Mr. J, that was awesome..." the blonde said a little withdrawn from her orgasm. "Now let me..."
Harley turned around, squatted down and deftly unzipped my fly, releasing my rebellious flesh.
"Wow... I've never seen him like that before... Big..."
It makes sense, because after pulling this body out from under the rubble, someone washed and changed me.... And the Joker didn't really sleep with his assistant, which is a good thing....
Harley gently licked the very tip, watching my reaction carefully. Then she went all the way down the shaft, finally focusing again on the head, licking it slowly.
"Um..." opening her mouth wider, she tried to get deeper on my cock, but clearly miscalculated, taking only half of it.
"Good girl." I said in a slightly husky voice, putting my hands on the girl's head and burrowing into her soft hair I began to control the movements, limiting myself to a small amplitude.
My sweet assistant began to suck with a smack, periodically trying to get deeper. The speed was increasing, pre-ejaculate mixed with saliva dripped down the chin of the blonde who covered her eyes.
"I'm cumming," I warned the blonde cutie, pulling away, but she only tried harder to swallow my device.
A tight, viscous stream hit the girl's throat.
~Gulp-gulp~
She noisily swallowed down everything I released into her. It was awesome, and the pain completely took a back seat. Why the fuck did I even think it would hurt to have sex? It's all about not getting strangled in the process. Besides, I could always tie her up...
"Mha!" Harley pulled away looking at me with eyes full of happiness. "Awesome *-*! Now..."
Reaching up the girl's ass again, but now leaned back against the crate showing off her pussy not only to me, but also to the red as cancer Batgirl who was looking at her through spread fingers.
"Come on–"
"Harley, I have no defense."
"–then here," the horny blonde spread her buttocks, showing off the neat ring of her anus.
"It won't fit!" exclaimed the hitherto silent young heroine. "Oh, I'm sorry..."
Barbara was so red that it looked like a little more and steam would come out of her ears.
"It will fit," my lover replied firmly, arching her back even more. "Mr. J., don't keep your loyal, beloved, and bestest assistant waiting."
"Ahem... I understand that, but it's something to prepare for."
"Damn, you're right," the frustrated girl straightened up and pulled her pants back on, then her face brightened. "Once we get home, I'll get ready and you'll be sure to fuck me!"
"Okay," the check showed that I could have sex without the seventy-five points in the first start, just need to find the right positions or use ropes.
"Great! Let's go then."
"Wash your face first..."
"Oh, just a second," Harley headed for the washbasin.
Now there was something worth sorting out.
"Mousey, even if we did figure out your true identity, why would we be following you? It's clear that you can't handle the two of us if you wanted to."
Batgirl initially jumped up, about to be outraged, but snickered under my skeptical gaze.
"I wanted to make a deal..."
"Um..." I hovered for a second. "I'm embarrassed to ask, but what's the point? If we imagine for a second that we continue to be villains, then spreading this information won't affect anything, because your relative is already.... You know... In danger all the time."
"I want to be the heroine Batgirl! If my identity is revealed, I won't be able to help people anymore, and my father might even get fired!"
"Ahem... Suppose... And what were you planning to offer in return?"
"Well... You seemed to enjoy spanking me... " The girl blushed again."
"We agree!" a washed up and mouth-rinsed Harley cut in.
"Wait, that's blackmail, and we're, like, heroes," is tempting, but there's no point without reciprocity. Hell, if it's voluntary, it's gonna be awesome. So don't push it. "Mouse, we don't want anything from you... Although... I wouldn't mind continuing to visit the library. Well, and you should stop trying to follow us, I'd like more privacy."
Now Batgirl was looking at me with a skeptical look.
"About the privacy thing, I overreacted, but you get the idea."
Carrot thought for a moment, and with a heavy sigh, replied:
"I don't believe I'm saying that.... Deal."
It makes me happy that this is only the fourth encounter with the girl (the first time she was in contact with the old owner of the body, saving her father), and the Joker hasn't done anything fucked up yet, for which I should thank Bats. Only not in person, but in the form of a greeting card....
"Let's seal the pact with a kiss!" one restless blonde broke into the conversation again, rushing over to Barbara.
"Ugh! No, don't kiss me with those lips! Let go! I'm gonna puke!"
"Harley stop it and let's go home."
"Let's go!" my assistant immediately forgot about her victim, dashing for the door.
"Thank you," the heavily breathing heroine thanked me.
"You're welcome," I did my good-guy pose with a smile and a thumbs-up.
"You better not do that, you look both creepy and ridiculous," she twitched her whole body.
"Didn't really feel like it..."
Harley opened the rusty door and we made our way out into the main tunnels, after which I helped close the passage.
"You can leak this place to the police if you want, there are guns in the crates. I think it'll have a positive effect on your hero career. I'll see you tomorrow at the library," I said one last time and turned away and headed for home. A very happy blond beauty was walking beside me, whistling a catchy tune.
When we were far enough away, I suggested we go to the surface and buy some sports equipment. Disguised, we went shopping.
The town on the surface was lit by streetlights, and most of the stores were already closed, but we were lucky because we stumbled upon a large shopping center that was open late.
"Hello," I addressed the guy bored behind the cash register. Harley temporarily left me, having arranged to meet me at the exit. "Do you happen to have any heavy gym equipment? Grips, pancakes to go with them."
"I have everything."
"Fine, then can I buy a few pairs of three hundred pound barbells and pins from you right now?"
They gave me a strange look, but silently started typing something on the computer.
"I can offer you a set of several rubberized pancakes, which in total just give you a load of three hundred kilograms and two barbells to them, plus a bench."
"That'll do."
"Okay, with shipping it comes to eight hundred and fifty-two dollars."
"What about without shipping?"
"Unfortunately that feature is not available, everything is shipped from a central warehouse, and I'll also need your address, Mr....?"
"Barrow, Clyde Barrow. You know, I'll think about it some more..." since they have delivery, there should be online ordering too, and I'd better do it when I find the right place. For now, I can buy something simpler.
"Do you have weights? Right here."
"I do, the heaviest ones are thirty-two pounds, cost fifty dollars."
"Great! Wrap two."
"Mr. Barrow, are you sure you can carry them to the car?"
"To the car. Yes, I'm sure."
"Good."
The cashier punched in the merchandise and watched in amazement as I carried the purchases with relative ease to the exit, where Harley was already waiting for me with a bulky red bag in hand.
"What's in the bag?"
"You'll find out at home," the girl winked conspiratorially.
"Hmm, okay, home then."
***
Barbara Gordon quietly sneaks into her apartment, her father is on night duty again, so now she is alone. The suit is immediately sent to the laundry, and the girl herself under the shower. After water procedures, the heroine sat down at the laptop and froze, remembering today's crazy night: the realization that her real identity was revealed, and the pursuit of a crazy couple to find out the motives, which, as it turned out, were not.... A mere coincidence... Humiliation, just like when they met under the school... And then...
The girl turned crimson, remembering the actions of the horny couple, and all those embarrassing scenes that ended on an unexpected note...
"That's how you can go right there... That's not right..." Batgirl hesitantly kneaded her ass, feeling a pleasant softness. "Man, what am I thinking..."
The heroine shook her head, trying to shake out the unwelcome thoughts, but images of a sex-ready Harley continued to plague her mind.
"Fuck it! We have to look, because he can't fit right in there... I mean, it's huge... "
She checked the locks on the door one more time, pulled the curtains tighter and switched to private mode on her browser, plunging into the wilds of the internet.
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