Corrupting Joke: Running Gag ((UnHolyPimpHand & princesssexci))

[LitShark]

“In your stomach? You got it!” Joker shrieked with glee, his body bowing into each thrust like he was trying to drive Batgirl into the candy and cookie crumb dirt.

Joker was gripping both of the points atop Batgirl’s cowl in both of his fists, driving her face into the dirt, until her screams were nearly completely muffled by Oreo crumbs and spun sugar. Joker was only hearing what he wanted to anyway, driving in again, hard enough that the impact scooted Batgirl ahead by her face again. He held himself inside, stretching her from the inside as he blasted his cum inside of her wet pussy with all the force that his contracting balls could muster.

Joker raised his face to the ceiling, sweat cutting creases into his makeup as he groaned. He’d been saving up for this moment, letting his semen build up and accumulate. His balls tugged over and over, pumping her so full of cum that it eventually overcame the intrusion of his big cock and started to leak from Batgirl’s pussy.

“Oh damn—ya started without me!” the husky baritone of Harvey Bullock was almost unmistakable, “I guess it’s better I don’t have to wait. You were always going to go first.”

“And I always will,” Joker assured the corrupt detective, accepting a bottle of bourbon that Bullock had brought and taking a deep swig, “I’m almost done with her. Then you can go.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, Joker pulled out, letting the pent up gluts of thick, lumpy cum pour out of her pink, abused, little pussy.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Bullock answered, dropping his trousers and stuffing his thick, hard cock into her already raw pussy.

Bullock squeezed her ass tightly in both hands, until the ample flesh doubled over like two handles and begins slamming her with all of his weight behind each thrust. The heavier man was smashing her like he was trying to knock her over each time their bodies collided. Like he was deliberately trying to wreck her insides.

“Fucking slut!” Bullock grunts, already soaked with sweat after mere moments of thrusting.

 

[princesssexci]

“In your stomach? You got it!”

“W-what? No, No I said on my stomach not IN.” Why would she want him to cum INSIDE her —that deep? She didn’t have a fucking breeding kink especially not with him.

Sure, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock when he said that but that was probably the drugged up candy.

There was no way of stopping this though as she felt the pressure, felt the cum fill her up completely,” AHHHH!!” came her cries of pleasure.

As the now Batquinn was slowly ever so slowly coming down from her pleasure.

Oh damn—ya started without me!” the husky baritone of Harvey Bullock was almost unmistakable, “I guess it’s better I don’t have to wait. You were always going to go first.”

Harvey Bullock? BULLOCK?!

Batquinn—Batgirl? Whoever the fuck she was at the moment was incredibly, incredibly confused.

“And I always will,” Joker assured the corrupt detective, accepting a bottle of bourbon that Bullock had brought and taking a deep swig, “I’m almost done with her. Then you can go.”

No.

Her body had a totally different answer to that proclamation though. It was the drugs, it HAD to be the drugs.

“W-what…fuck!” She moaned loudly as Harvey slammed into her. Her nails clawing at the cookie crumbs beneath her. Would she even be able to walk after this? What the fuck was going on?

“Fucking slut!”

“Fucking asswipe!” She grunted as her pussy just seemed to suck in more of his cock, her body rocking back and forth, tits slapping against her ribcage. “But…I always k-knew you w-were a dirty cop.”

Batquinn hated that she was going to cum again, she could already feel the pleasure rising to the service, so much so that she was getting dizzy. Every touch felt like pin pricks of pleasure.

 

[LitShark]

Bullock laughed loudly, slapping Barbara’s ass with a heavy, beefy hand as he continued pounding her with all of his oversized heft. He could feel her pussy spasming and convulsing around his thick cock as it surged into her again and again. He gripped her ass after his hand landed while his other hand swept under her to grasp and squeeze one of her large tits, if only to prevent it from battering her worse than they meant.

“If I’m a dirty cock what does that make you?” Bullock scoffed, slamming balls deep and holding her against him by her breast and ass, “cumming your brains out on this dirty cop’s dirty cock?”

Suddenly, Bullock was lifting her up, with his cock buried as deep as it was, he was able to use his hips as well as his muscular arms to lift her up off the ground. Bullock leaned back, draping her over his broad body like the maiden on the bow of a ship. His hips drove upward, jolting her petite body upward just briefly until his hands gripped her and pulled her back down to meet his next thrust, like a human paddleball toy.

“You love being a little jizz mop for villains and criminals. Admit it!” Bullock’s demand was punctuated by a particularly cruel thrust, “You love being treated like a fucktoy slut by bad men—because that’s what you are. That’s who you are. You didn’t dress up and hide your face to save the city—you did it to get closer to danger. You did it to be a vent for all the anger the villains of this city have for Batman. And vent we will!”

The first glut of Det. Bullock’s thick cum splattered into her youthful womb.

“Slut!” Bullock grunted one more time, like a bold proclamation before leaping forward, falling forward with Batquinn underneath him.

If he’d tried the maneuver on concrete, Bullock probably would have killed her, landing with his full weight on top of her and his cock still inside her—but since it was onto a bed of spun sugar and cookie crumbs, it was something that she could recover from, even if it would impact her ability to walk for some time.

The spun sugar crunched and the cookie crumbs burst upward in a radius around where the impact landed, an eerie silhouette around both of their bodies while Bullock finished draining his large balls into her.

“See you again soon, Batslut,” Bullock whispered into Batgirl’s ear before running his tongue over the entire outer shell of her ear.

“You finished?” the Joker asked dispassionately, he’d been busy packing up the new batch of taffy and sending it off in ice cream trucks to his various distribution hubs all around the city.

Bullock helped himself to one last squeeze of her big tit before climbing off of her and leaving her there in the crater of candy and cookie crumbs he’d made by falling on her. He brushed some crumbs and sugar off of his sweaty body before trying to fix his clothes again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m done.” Bullock conceded, pulling his suspenders over his broad shoulders, “what about the rest?”

Joker sighed and handed over a stack of bills from the pile he was currently separating into duffel bags.

“Here.” Joker sighed without looking up from his work.

“Only this? Last time was more—”

“I deducted some for use of my slut.”

“Your slut?”

Suddenly, the warehouse sounds ceased and the Oompa Loompas stopped what they were doing. Joker looked up slowly, the madness in his eyes was crackling. It felt like the walls were crumbling around them in this instant that Joker looked up at Bullock.

“My. Slut.” It was all the argument, Joker intended to offer. He didn’t need to justify himself, least of all to Bullock.

Bullock backed down instantly.

“Right! Yours, of course she is. This much is fine. I’ll see you in a week. Thanks again!”

Joker returned to feeding stacks of bills into the money counter machine.

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara gasped sharply as Bullocks hand came down on her ass.The force of his cock along with the combination of his spanking was enough to send her over the edge and it really shouldn’t have had that effect on her.

She hated that Bullock was right but she definitely wouldn’t be admitting to it anytime soon.

“If I’m a dirty cock what does that make you?” Bullock scoffed, slamming balls deep and holding her against him by her breast and ass, “cumming your brains out on this dirty cop’s dirty cock?”

“Fuck you, fuck you…” Barbara moaned as her hips moved in sync with his. Why was her body betraying her like this? No—why was she so fucking horny? Batquinn wasn’t getting it.

EVEN BIGGER QUESTION…

Why was the Daddy J just letting her get fucked like this?

Of course, she couldn’t answer these questions and rhe answers didn’t matter; not as another orgasm rolled through her.

“Oh my god! Fuuuuu—“ the words were caught in her throat. At some point, she stopped listening to any sort of ridicule Bullock had for her. She did catch the “slut” nickname, though.

Batquinn felt his cum fill her up and moaned, all insults having died somewhat for the evening. She could hardly move let alone think.

“See you again soon, Batslut,”

Her pussy clenched at the idea of him fucking her again despite her strong dislike for the detective. I watched as Bullock and Daddy J exchanged money.

“Only this? Last time was more—”

“I deducted some for use of my slut.”

“Your slut?”

At the silence, her eyes moved from Daddy J to Bullock. She was the Joker’s slut? A shiver of delight rushed through Batquinn.

“My. Slut.”

She still just sat there, having sat up a bit during the men’s conversation earlier.

“What—what just happened?” Batquinn asked not really sure what the exchange was between the two guys.

 

[LitShark]

“Awwww, wha’ happen’?” Joker seemed genuinely charmed by Batquinn’s dumbfoundedness, except that he was giggling and plainly mocking her cock-drunk confusion, “wha’ happen’ is that you won, Cupcakes! You’re the winner! You successfully shut down the Joker’s insidious drug candy factory! Even bat boxers couldn’t do it, but you did!”

Joker helped Batquinn back to her feet, nearly totally naked in her torn costume and actively streaming cum down her legs as soon as she stood up. Joker slapped her ass playfully with both hands—enthusiastically, like he was playing bongo drums.

“Ol’ Commish Gordo gets a win. You get your silhouette in the paper. Everything worked out perfect for you. And you’ve succeeded in emptying my balls, so… gold star.”

Joker actually stuck a metallic, gold, star sticker to the forehead of her cowl.

“Now, I’m going out of town for a few days, but don’t worry. I told Bullock to be available if you need anything. Be nice to him. He helped you tonight. After a few days, I’ll be back to fuck you good and proper again.”

Joker grasped the back of her head and pulled her forward, pressing his lips to the gold star on her mask.

“Stick with me, kid. Every day’s gonna feel like Christmas. Ha! Ha ha ha! Haah!” Joker climbed into a sixteen wheeler truck and pulled away, honking the horn as the sound of shrieking laughter grew fainter and the sound of approaching sirens became louder.

 

[princesssexci]

“Awwww, wha’ happen’?”

Batquinn looked at Daddy J, her brows furrowing in confusion. He seemed to be staring at her with an endearing look which made her heart beat quickly. She didn’t even know the Jokers looked entered that range of expressions and then he giggled the endearing look disappeared and turned into pure mockery.

Because of course it did.

“wha’ happen’ is that you won, Cupcakes! You’re the winner! You successfully shut down the Joker’s insidious drug candy factory! Even bat boxers couldn’t do it, but you did!”

She let him take her hand and help her up and into her new costume. She was still lost in all that had happened. It was like time had been taken away from her. So it was a good thing that he was spelling things out for her because as smart as Batquinn was, how smart Barbara was. She felt like a dumb blonde at the moment.

“Ol’ Commish Gordo gets a win. You get your silhouette in the paper. Everything worked out perfect for you. And you’ve succeeded in emptying my balls, so… gold star.”

Her eyes lifted following his finger as he pressed a goldstar on her head. Most people used that as an expression but not Daddy J.

“Yay!” What was supposed to come out sarcastically came out far more enthusiastically then it should have. She blamed it on the laced taffy that she had.


“Now, I’m going out of town for a few days, but don’t worry. I told Bullock to be available if you need anything. Be nice to him. He helped you tonight. After a few days, I’ll be back to fuck you good and proper again.”

And for a minute, she seriously thought when he grabbed her neck he was going to give her a dirty raunchy kiss as he talked. He didn’t and for a second she felt her heart break juuuust a little.

That was odd though. She shouldn’t have been feeling that way. She blinked as he kissed the cowl on her face or better yet the star on the cowl on her face and felt her lip twitch trying to fight the urge to smile.

What was happening? That seemed to be her motto lately.

As he drove off, Batquinn shook her head still reeling from the activity of tonight. He had somehow saved her dad from losing her job while wait—-what had he just…

She glanced around her and realized the packages of drugs were gone. She was still there.

She brushed off any crumbs that might have stuck to her body or costume or cowl for that matter and left. This night had been waaay too trippy. Batquinn climbed to the top of the building as the police pulled up and reporters following behind. Just as Daddy J said, her silhouette would be in the paper. She blew a kiss to the camera before disappearing into the night.

She had work tomorrow and had to sleep off whatever remaining taffy was in her.

Once she arrived to her apartment, she got undressed and showered thoroughly. Barbara pulled on some short shorts and a tank top, then climbed into bed.

 

[LitShark]

Maybe it was corny, amateurish even, but Jimmy Olsen was carefully clipping out his front-page headline from the Gotham Gazette. It was his first “special assignment” outside of Metropolis and also his first above-the-fold, front page story. He’d also been the one to snap the picture of Batgirl’s silhouette on the roof, just before GCPD and the Major Crimes Unit cleared the area.

The headline read: “Batgirl Busts Drug Warehouse – Where Are All the Arrests?”

Despite Joker’s promise that the abrupt closing of his Willy Wonka warehouse would be good for Batgirl and Commissioner Gordon, Jimmy had a keen nose for corruption—hard won by years of Metropolis politics.

The article was a scathing indictment of Commissioner Gordon in particular and his policy of non-interference with vigilante activities. It was heavily implied that Batgirl may in fact be a rogue agent, susceptible to corruption and intimidation—being granted the protection and leeway, typically reserved for the super abled, purely due to brand recognition and not actual merit.

It was harsh, but he’d searched hard in editing and hadn’t found a lie.

When he finished gluing the news clipping into a scrap book of his other memorable headlines, Jimmy grabbed his camera and rushed out the door. Detective Harvey Bullock was giving a press conference at City Hall in forty minutes.

Jimmy had unanswered questions. He intended to ask every one.


*-*-*


“I have a reputation to protect, you understand,” Lex Luthor remarked from behind his large desk.

“Oh Lexykins, no need to apologize for sneaking me in the back door like a side-piece. It makes the whole thing feel all—tawdry!” Joker shimmied his shoulders playfully for effect, “I love it when things feel tawdry!”

“I don’t.”

Joker rolled his eyes. Lex Luthor was as joyless as ever. It left him with no choice but to get down to business. Perhaps that was the point.

“Look! You ain’t got to press more creases into that slick dome of yours—it’s simple. I’m practically drowning in fresh drug money, and I’ve always wanted some. What’s money for if not blowing on dumb shit that makes you giggle! Heehee!”

“I use my money to make me more money.”

Joker rolled his eyes.

“How much would it cost for a rectal stick extraction procedure? Maybe you can afford one of those.”

“What I mean is, I didn’t buy it in the first place for shits and giggles. I have a genuine need of all I can get.”

“C’mon, Lex. We all know you’ve got more than you need! I don’t need much. Just a little.”

“Well… I wouldn’t have allowed you inside if I didn’t think there was a deal to be made. Tell me about this drug candy—or whatever it is. Demand is through the roof and my sources say that the supply has been cut off abruptly. Prices are soaring and outside of Gotham it’s rare as a likeable lawyer.”

Lex grinned, but Joker flinched—genuinely offended by Lex’s attempt at humor. It was painful to hear. Maybe joyless was better after all. If this was a Lex Luthor joke, Joker didn’t ever need to hear another.

“I cut the supply strategically.”

“I’m telling jokes and you’re fixing the market. What a world.”

Joker wailed with laughter. This was a much better joke.

“Here,” Joker tossed a key onto Luthor’s desk, it bore the logo of a local storage depot, “it’s full of my taffy from floor to ceiling. Give me what I came for and it’s all yours. If I trust anyone to maximize the earnings potential of a scarce commodity it would be you, Lexykins. You’ll be my sole distributor.”

“I find these terms agreeable,” Lex reached out to take the locker key and slid a briefcase across the desk to Joker.

Joker opened the clasp and reverently lifted it open. The green glow of kryptonite illuminating his gleeful expression.

“Great,” Joker smiled, “just great…”

 

[princesssexci]

“Batgirl Busts Drug Warehouse – Where Are All the Arrests?”

Barbara stared at the headlines as she lightly tapped her fingers on her kitchen table. Her brows furrowed and her head ached. She couldn’t even look at airheads the same anymore.

And her mouth was dry and cottony. Was that a thing? She quickly scanned the article; reading it over and over again like that would somehow change the words.

Of course, she knew thats what Bullock had been up to.

Annnd of course the stupid Metropolis reporters weren’t doing her any favors. The article made Batgirl look questionable but even worse made her dad look like an idiot and he wasn’t an idiot!

This article was supposed to make Batgirl look good or at least, thats what she’d hoped but apparently the press wasn’t having it. It didn’t matter what city they were from.

This was not how things were supposed to end.


Kara


Soooo maybe she was told that she could not assist with this story. It was Jimmys time to shine and all of that.

This was true BUT but it was realllly suspicious that there was no criminal’s picked up after this drug bust.

None. Whatsoever.

And Supergirl was dyiiing to figure this mystery out. It was really cool that there was a Batgirl here though.She didn’t even know a Batgirl existed. Sure there had been rumors but it was just that, rumors that made its way to Metropolis.

It would suck if the girl bat was corrupted because Supergirl was all for girl power.

“I promise I won’t get in the way Jimmy. It will be like Im not even here. Im really just here for the gloomy aesthetic. Can you believe I’ve never been here before? ….Sorrry, I will stop talking now.” She gave Jimmy a charming smile.

While Kara was absolutely as perky as she conveyed herself, she also used that to her benefit. It was a good thing she called out sick today. It was a nice break from running to get Cat Grant’s coffee or checking her schedule or ordering her lunch and then hoping she didn’t trip over herself to get it to her snobby boss.

 

[LitShark]

Jimmy Olsen

Jimmy sighed from deep in his chest, tossing the first copy of his first front-page byline onto the stack of ten others he’d purchased before they went out for distribution. Even in the presence of his long-time crush, Jimmy was incapable of playing cool about his first, big, important, above-the-fold news story. His mom had demanded a copy set aside for her—and his dad—and the grandparents on both sides… the pile of copies he had to reserve for friends and family kept growing.

Now, the whole thing was growing tenuous, just by Kara being there. She meant well, she really did, but the great irony was that Kara could do just about anything except fade into the background. She didn’t realize that a 6’3” blonde bombshell with chiseled muscles and features stood out wherever she went. But for his part, Jimmy could do just about anything except telling her no.

“Okay, fine,” Jimmy sighed at last, making a poor performance of pretending that anything else was ever a possibility, “but you need to dress it down—big time. Like… a parka. And no matter what, no X-Files stuff. Deal?”

Jimmy slung the camera strap around his neck and grabbed his digital audio recorder. He even put on a brand-new fedora that he’d bought from one of Gotham’s designer outlets. He hoped it made him look like a professional journalist, mysterious and sexy. He hoped this $450 worth.

Hopefully it didn’t look at all ridiculous.

Jimmy’s cheeks flushed like he’d been slapped, holding his arms out hopefully, canting his head to show off the designer hat.

“What do you think? Professional? Mysterious? Sexy?”


*-*-*

Det. Bullock

Bulbs flashed as Bullock adjusted the bouquet of microphones mounted to the podium on the steps of city hall. This location had become the standard for big press conferences, and as a result, many unexpected and often bloody conflicts that broke out afterwards. Bullock was confident that it wouldn’t happen to him—playing both sides as he was, but there was always a chance that any press conference could end in violence, with so many eccentric personalities.

“Alright, listen up,” Bullock grunted into the mics, “we followed all protocols in this matter, which in this city, unfortunately means letting the masks do whatever they want. While we were staging, waiting for clearance, the vigilante known as Batgirl went into the facility alone and without any official authorization, whatsoever. By the time we were cleared for infil, Joker had gotten away along with his crew. We still managed to seize a lot of drugs and get them off the streets—but I guess Metropolis plants don’t really care about drug seizures.”

Bullock glared down at Jimmy Olsen specifically. The look was obviously a threat—even if what was being threatened was less obvious. The ginger twerp looked even stupider than usual in his dumb little hat.

“Based on the records from the Major Crimes Unit’s impound, only eighteen pounds of laced candy were logged as evidence. Just since this morning, Metropolis PD have seized over twenty pounds in the last six hours. There have been eight overdoses in the same amount of time. Isn’t it possible that Joker moved his operation to a different city?”

“It’s certainly possible. Unfortunately, Batgirl went in first and tipped ‘em to our investigation. You should ask her where they went—better yet, ask her what she got in exchange for letting the clown walk.”

“You don’t think you owe Metropolis some diligence in this matter?”

Bullock scoffed.

“Gotham don’t owe Metropolis shit.”

Dozens of voices called out, talking over each other, trying to get the next question in, but Bullock was already heading away from the podium.

“That’s all, for now. No comment.”