I groan back to wakefulness, feeling the softness of a bed underneath, my head pounding, my throat dry as hell while a soft, hot sticky damp heat, encases the head of my cock…fluttering open my eyes, bright lights immediately making me slam them shut, as I feel the feeling engulfing the head of my cock beginning to sink lower, and that's when flicks of a soft tongue begin.
"Ohh-fuck!" I am embarrassed to admit that I moan…my enjoyment at whoever is currently orally worshipping my cock, finally prying my eyes open even though they are still extremely sensitive to light, I find a beautiful blonde haired blue eyed babe of a woman, between my knees, her blue eyes staring up at me awaiting praise.
Her hair is in loose pigtails that hang off the sides of her head, the tips of which are dyed pink and blue. Something about her is really familiar…and…for lack of a better description…cartoon-like…but then again my own body also seems to have taken on the same cartoonish element.
I reach down with both hands feeling extremely weak, whether the weakness I'm currently experiencing is from the beauty between my legs orally worshipping my cock or…from healing Harley…in truth I can't pull enough of my attention from the blonde to care.
Sliding my hands across her temples and into her hair, "That's it, Darling, you're amazing!"
'Wait…where's Harley, was it all just a freaky dream…am I still dreaming? That would make sense as to why this woman is inhumanely beautiful…in a mature cartoon sorta way…' I wonder and think out for myself before looking down at the beautiful blonde eyed beauty who seems to be orgasming and purring around my cock because of my touch.
Her back is arched, her ass waving back and forth in the air in a display of acrobatic skill.
'Blonde…Hair…blue eyes…acrobatics training…near orgasmic response to praise…'
"Harley?" At my questioning…calling out Harley's name, the blonde between my legs, eagerly bobs her head up and down while saying, "Yeashhh, Misshhh-tah A," around my cock…the stimulation pushes me over the edge making me spill into Harley's eager mouth.
'Mistah…A…shouldn't it be…Mistah S…for Shane…?' I wonder as my head spins as Harley sucks me like a vacuum while bobbing her head up and down in what I believe to be in an effort to milk all the spunk from me that she can.
Once done Harley releases my cock with a pop shimmies up my body rolls us over so that I'm partially laying on top of her with my head on her tits.
"Are you feeling better now, my Angel?" Harley asks me and feeling more than a little dazed and confused I nod in response to her and Harley makes a happy sound.
"Good, I was worried that I wouldn't be good enough for ya Mistah A!" Harley murmurs in worry and I look up at her finding uncertainty and worry in her beautiful blue eyes which makes me wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck.
"You're more than good enough Darling…you're perfect…" I murmur as my eyes grow heavy again I completely miss Harley's expression of pure shock, and the comically wired expression as she cums like crazy at being called perfect.
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Harley
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My angel thinks I'm perfect…the words you're perfect ring in my head, gently along with the Joker's mocking, perfect you can't do anything right, you couldn't even be a head shrinker right! You're worthless!
The old scars of abuse begin to ache, I do my best not to let my whimpers of pain disturb my Angel, as he sleeps soundly on my chest, he's still so pale and frail after saving me…saving someone worthless, useless, a fuck up, who can't even be a punching bag correctly!
"You're perfect!" His, my Angel's voice though sleepy and exhausted rings in my head and I feel his warmth flooding me…filling me, he hugs me in his sleep…completely chasing away the Joker's menace…at least for now.
"What did I ever do…to deserve the love of an Angel?" I murmur as I hug my Angel back and kiss the top of his head, Isis, Selena's favorite kitty that despises me hops up onto the bed beside me, nuzzles it's cute little head against my thigh while purring, before hopping up onto My ANGEL'S, back and lays down across his shoulders a deep happy purring in it's chest.
I find myself staring at Isis who cracks open an eye at me and nuzzles its head against my Angel's cheek, and lets out an even deeper purr than before, before closing its eye and going to sleep.
"Do not kill Selena's kitty, do not kill Selena's kitty." I repeat over and over again while staring at Isis who is lounging on my man, happily sleeping without a care in the world.
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Batcave, Bruce.
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Falling into my chair at the Batcave's main terminal, my whole body sore and aching from the fight with Wotan, and then the awakened Aten, not to mention the Vampires.
"Harley…said that that boy saved her life after the Joker left her for dead…she actually called the Joker, Joker, not Mistah J and any of the other affectionate names she has used for him in the past…her clothes were also ripped in specific ways." I begin combing through my stealth drone network of Gotham City and the surrounding areas combined with satellite imaging, bile rises in my throat at seeing Joker's final send off for Harley, and the unceremonious dropping of her body into a dumpster.
And then satellite imagining shows a tear ripping open in the sky above the alley, my video tools already slowing down and enhancing the image showing me, the boy from before…maybe a little older looking falling from the tear in the sky, and…doing exactly what human body's do…when falling from a great height at great speed.
And then almost instantly the boy's body reforms…he looks younger now…almost perfect in a way…that would make most women and girls drool, and go aww he's so dreamy…a slight feeling of relief floods him that Barbra isn't in the batcave tonight to see this video footage.
The young man is obviously dazed, confused and lost, there is a slight recognition that crosses his face when a Gotham P.D. Blimp flies over head…but it's the kind of recognition that says, oh fuck that's impossible…not oh fuck I'm in Gotham City.
"He was obviously somewhere comfortable, the remains of his clothing suggests it was late and he was in bed sleeping…before whatever events occured that had the youngman falling through space and time and then impacting the unclean alleys of Gotham." Alfred observed following the same train of thought that I currently am.
"My word…he's climbing into a dumpster in Gotham…when there's a body inside of it…is this boy bloody mad?!" Alfred asks as he hands me a cup of an inflammation reducing tea.
"Oh my…that's Miss Quinzel…bloody hell she's still alive…that young man looks so lost, he wants to get her help, but he recognizes her and quickly decides that no one would help her…so he tries to offer her comfort in her last moments…a genuinely kind and gentle young man in Gotham, Mr.Wayne I fear for his well being."
"Alfred…is he crying, and murmuring to have to say Harley…? Your lip reading skills are better than mine."
"I highly doubt that Bruce, but thank you for making this old man feel needed." Alfred placates me with a smile.
"Yes, Master Wayne…he most definitely is muttering that he has to save her, though it looks like it is having a detrimental effect on his health…Oh My…are you seeing this as well Master Bruce?"
"Yes Alfred…he is healing Harley Quinn and bringing her back from the precipice of death…and you are right it seems to take a large toll on his body to do so…"
"Adopt him and get him enrolled at Gotham Academy, and have Dick…try to befriend him…someone with his abilities can't be allowed to disappear from our radar…"
"Yes Master Wayne…Bruce…do you perhaps notice the resemblance…to yourself in the boy's face?"
"I noticed Alfred…give him Bruce Wayne's last name and set him up with everything that he needs…"
"And what of Miss Quinzel?"
"I believe…he may just be the only one to rehabilitate her Alfred…you didn't see the way she looked at him…or held him…it was…both concerning and reassuring that there is more good in Harley Quinn than I had previously believed…"
"As you wish Master Wayne I will take care of the young man's identity issues and inform Master Dick of his covert mission…" Alfred replies to Bruce and rests his hand on his former ward's shoulder.
"I am…and they would be proud of you Bruce…" Alfred says gently before leaving the batcave.
Waiting till Alfred is gone Bruce...Batman replies,
"Thank you Alfred…"
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