Batman + Harley = Love?
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Hey Bats, did you see it when Killer Moth went down? I swear I thought his head had spun around when I whacked him with my baseball bat. Good thing it was just his helmet spinning around and not his skull. He really shouda made it tighter, guess next time he’ll remember, am I right?” Giggled Harley Quinn as she rode at breakneck speeds next to Batman in the Batmobile. Usually she’d be handcuffed and/or gagged as the Dark Knight delivered her to the police or back to Arkham but things had changed for Harley, changed for everyone. She was still dressed in her red and black harlequin outfit, but she had made some alterations. Turned the bottom into a pair of sleek, red tinted black spandex and the top was pure black, hugging her generous breasts. She wore a domino mask with her blonde ponytails free to hang out. The biggest difference was on the back of her shirt was the white bat symbol. She had joined the Batman, in more then one way.
Batman just grunted to her words, never one to run his mouth like Harley. He preferred to leave small talk for later or never if he had any choice. Harley had joined him after the Joker left her to die in a factory explosion. Batman had rescued her but instead of returning her to the authorities, he had tried something new, rehabilitant her himself. It had been difficult at first, Harley thought he was just looking to use her against her Mr. J, but after a few weeks locked up Harley had opened up and quickly Batman discovered something he hadn’t realized before, underneath her craziness, Harley was submissive to those that held power over her. It made Batman sick to think about how the Joker used this to turn her into a criminal but slowly he realized that he would have to play a dominate role to prevent her from going back to him. He didn’t threaten her or hurt her, but he took charge, held nothing back and gave her a sense of order to her randomness. Pretty soon, Harley had become as fixated on him as she had on Joker.
“Was that a happy grunt or a ‘shut up Harley’ grunt, Bats. Cause if you want me to stop yapping, your going to need to put something in my mouth to shut me up,” Harley said in a husky, deep voice. Reaching across her seat, she cupped Batman’s crotch, trying to stimulate him through the armoured pants. She started moving her hand to slip in under his belt, when Batman grabbed her hand.
“None of that while I’m driving,” he firmly told his girlfriend. Girlfriend, it was as insane as everything else in this city that he was dating Harley Quinn. As he discovered, Harley didn’t just seek dominance; she was aroused by it. As he took charge of her and helped her find independence from Joker, Batman found Harley trying to seduce him. She had failed to arouse the psychopathic Joker but Batman wasn’t as blind to sex as the mad villain. At first it had started as late night trysts from now and then, but the longer he spent with Harley, the more he came to enjoy there time together. Pretty soon they were sharing a bed, having romantic meals and even going out on dates in costume. Bruce Wayne couldn’t date her but Batman could.
“Come on, sweetie. I’m so horny right now, I was ready to start humping you when we were delivering Killer Moth’s crew to the Police. How do you think your buddy Gordon would feel if I dropped on my knees and begged for a bat-boning?” Harley teased, licking her lips as she tried to get Batman to give in. It was tempting but Batman knew Harley’s game. She was trying to get him riled up so later on he’d really give it to her. It was working. He wanted her just as much, but he had the resolve to hold back until they got home.
“Calm down. Am I going to need to punish you when we get home?” Harley nodded eagerly at the threat, her nipples already poking through her top. Batman had always known Harley was sexually active, but he never realised what a nympho she was until they started dating. Maybe she was just making up for lost time, she’d told him Joker had often teased her to the point of tears before leaving her without any satisfaction. Batman always made sure she was happy.
Driving through the secret entrance, Batman parked the Batmobile and got out. Harley jumped into his arms as soon as he got out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, you were saying something about punishing me?” Harley innocently asked as she cuddled up to her boyfriend. Batman just grunted, his usual response to all of Harley’s shenanigans. Carrying her bridal style, he took the secret elevator right to his bedroom. He really did care about Harley and wanted her to be happy. He found himself enjoying her kinks as well, finding pleasure in disciplining and dominating the kinky former villain. Now, if she could just keep it in her pants when they patrolled he would be happy.
Getting to his bedroom, Harley slipped out of his arms, landing on her feet like a certain other lover of Batman. “So Bats, we got the entire rest of the night alone, right? Cause I don’t want you trying to slip away because Penguin is attacking the city with giant birds or Bane is having one of his steroid fuelled rampages. Tonight, I want to be the only person you punish,” Harley asked as she swung from one of the bedposts of his opulent bed. Harley didn’t like sharing him with the city, preferring all her boyfriends attention be on her. She knew she was selfish but that was the least for her many emotional problems.
“Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl are patrolling the city. They assured me they could handle anything that comes up,” Batman bluntly told her. Harley giggled and stopped swinging. Turning her back to Batman, she stuck her fingers into her spandex pants and pulled them down. On her plump, pasty ass cheek was a tattoo she got especially for her beau. Plastered to her ass was three words surrounded by a bat symbol that read, ‘Property of Batman’. To Harley, she belonged to Batman, she was his partner, lover, slut. Her body was all his to ravage as he wants.
“Leave the mask on. You get extra growly when you wear it.” The pantsless girl asked, ready to be taken by the masked hero.
Batman just grunted to her words, never one to run his mouth like Harley. He preferred to leave small talk for later or never if he had any choice. Harley had joined him after the Joker left her to die in a factory explosion. Batman had rescued her but instead of returning her to the authorities, he had tried something new, rehabilitant her himself. It had been difficult at first, Harley thought he was just looking to use her against her Mr. J, but after a few weeks locked up Harley had opened up and quickly Batman discovered something he hadn’t realized before, underneath her craziness, Harley was submissive to those that held power over her. It made Batman sick to think about how the Joker used this to turn her into a criminal but slowly he realized that he would have to play a dominate role to prevent her from going back to him. He didn’t threaten her or hurt her, but he took charge, held nothing back and gave her a sense of order to her randomness. Pretty soon, Harley had become as fixated on him as she had on Joker.
“Was that a happy grunt or a ‘shut up Harley’ grunt, Bats. Cause if you want me to stop yapping, your going to need to put something in my mouth to shut me up,” Harley said in a husky, deep voice. Reaching across her seat, she cupped Batman’s crotch, trying to stimulate him through the armoured pants. She started moving her hand to slip in under his belt, when Batman grabbed her hand.
“None of that while I’m driving,” he firmly told his girlfriend. Girlfriend, it was as insane as everything else in this city that he was dating Harley Quinn. As he discovered, Harley didn’t just seek dominance; she was aroused by it. As he took charge of her and helped her find independence from Joker, Batman found Harley trying to seduce him. She had failed to arouse the psychopathic Joker but Batman wasn’t as blind to sex as the mad villain. At first it had started as late night trysts from now and then, but the longer he spent with Harley, the more he came to enjoy there time together. Pretty soon they were sharing a bed, having romantic meals and even going out on dates in costume. Bruce Wayne couldn’t date her but Batman could.
“Come on, sweetie. I’m so horny right now, I was ready to start humping you when we were delivering Killer Moth’s crew to the Police. How do you think your buddy Gordon would feel if I dropped on my knees and begged for a bat-boning?” Harley teased, licking her lips as she tried to get Batman to give in. It was tempting but Batman knew Harley’s game. She was trying to get him riled up so later on he’d really give it to her. It was working. He wanted her just as much, but he had the resolve to hold back until they got home.
“Calm down. Am I going to need to punish you when we get home?” Harley nodded eagerly at the threat, her nipples already poking through her top. Batman had always known Harley was sexually active, but he never realised what a nympho she was until they started dating. Maybe she was just making up for lost time, she’d told him Joker had often teased her to the point of tears before leaving her without any satisfaction. Batman always made sure she was happy.
Driving through the secret entrance, Batman parked the Batmobile and got out. Harley jumped into his arms as soon as he got out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, you were saying something about punishing me?” Harley innocently asked as she cuddled up to her boyfriend. Batman just grunted, his usual response to all of Harley’s shenanigans. Carrying her bridal style, he took the secret elevator right to his bedroom. He really did care about Harley and wanted her to be happy. He found himself enjoying her kinks as well, finding pleasure in disciplining and dominating the kinky former villain. Now, if she could just keep it in her pants when they patrolled he would be happy.
Getting to his bedroom, Harley slipped out of his arms, landing on her feet like a certain other lover of Batman. “So Bats, we got the entire rest of the night alone, right? Cause I don’t want you trying to slip away because Penguin is attacking the city with giant birds or Bane is having one of his steroid fuelled rampages. Tonight, I want to be the only person you punish,” Harley asked as she swung from one of the bedposts of his opulent bed. Harley didn’t like sharing him with the city, preferring all her boyfriends attention be on her. She knew she was selfish but that was the least for her many emotional problems.
“Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl are patrolling the city. They assured me they could handle anything that comes up,” Batman bluntly told her. Harley giggled and stopped swinging. Turning her back to Batman, she stuck her fingers into her spandex pants and pulled them down. On her plump, pasty ass cheek was a tattoo she got especially for her beau. Plastered to her ass was three words surrounded by a bat symbol that read, ‘Property of Batman’. To Harley, she belonged to Batman, she was his partner, lover, slut. Her body was all his to ravage as he wants.
“Leave the mask on. You get extra growly when you wear it.” The pantsless girl asked, ready to be taken by the masked hero.
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