(This is now focusing on Barbara Gordon and the Spreading Latex Curse in the Prudish Gotham)
Harley was in a depraved state. She was laying in the hall of what had once been the warehouse's office spaces and was stuffing herself with Selina's sex toys, and sniffing the leaves that Pam had used to cover her sex just hours before. In her mind was
fantasies of orgies she was having with every costumed character she knew. At this moment she was dreaming of being in the middle of a sex sandwich with her Mister Jay and the Batman.
"Harley I'm home!" a familiar voice called, "What the...? I normally got a punch line for anything but what are you doing?"
"MMMMM," Harley tried to talk with the butt plug still in her mouth.
"Who did this to you?" the Joker shouted, "No one abuses my Harley but me!"
"I did," Harley pulled the plug out, "Thank god your here suga!"
The Joker suddenly knew what his victims felt like when he told the hyenas to pounce on them. Somewhere in there Harley had shouted something like eat me, and she was on top of him in sixty nine, ripping throw his pants and deep throating him faster then
Joker could react. Harley was a woman possessed, and possessed by a succubus by the looks of things the Joker thought. This was insane, but he was helpless to do anything to stop it as his body began reacting of it's own accord. Something about this just
seemed so wrong, but it also seemed so right. In minutes Joker had exploded and Harley was dripping all over the Joker's face.
"Thanks Mista Jay," Harley shifted to cuddle with her lover, "You have no idea how much I needed that."
"Harley, there is something really wrong here, I have no inclination to hit you," Joker flatly announced, "Instead I want to do this!"
Without warning, Joker had ripped the bat-dildo from Harley's butt and replaced it with his extra pale sausage. Harley screaming in pleasure as he began humping her vigorously! By dawn both were passed out from shear exsustion, and by noon they both were
"Harley, where did you get a bat-dildo?" Joker asked.
"Selina's closet," Harley giggled shyly.
"Suddenly the thought of dressing up in miss kitty's rubber fun-der-wear seems like a very good idea," Joker smiled, "Want to roll around as a rubber Catman and Catwoman?"
The alarm went off on Barbara's cell phone. It was a reminder that she had four hours before she needed to head back to school. Oh... Hell....