"Hey Mistah J, lookie what I found wandering the streets tonight!" Harley's nasal shrill interrupted Joker in the middle of-- well to be honest, nothing. Joker hadn't been able to come up with a solid murder gag in weeks, it was actually beginning to bring
him down. He had to feed a door to door salesman to his hyenas just to cheer himself up. He had sent Harley out on the town to rob Gotham blind so he could have some time to think.
Joker turned around in his chair to a sight that filled him with joy. Harley Quinn had the boy wonder on a collar. His green tights around his ankles and cum leaking from the smallest penis Joker had ever seen.
"Harley my dear, you always know how to bring a smile to my face." Joker grinned wildly as he swiftly got up and strapped Robin down to a table. "Now you my good boy wonder, we're going to experiment on. Oh I know, I know, dreary old bats probably wants
you in bed by eight but what's a little fun going to hurt? Well, it won't hurt me anyways." Joker cackled maniacally. "Just a little brainwashing to start us off then shall we?"
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"Helena!" Black Canary moaned for the tenth time since the ditzy slut had begun tugging on her titties. It was strange, she felt like something was off but before she could put her finger on it Huntress would just pinch or lick her and those thoughts faded
away.
For her part Helena was becoming more and more snobby than horny. She kept thinking about what a low trash whore Black Canary must've been to be Barbara Gordon's entertainment. Not like herself. Helena Bertinelli was a new girl. Besides getting laid by
well connected, powerful men her mind tended to wander on subjects like shopping and jewelry. The subliminals in Barbara's porn had turned her into the perfect mobsters goomah.
"Yesssss..." Oracle hissed watching the live porn in front of her. "Grab her tits, show that bitch whose in charge!"
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Lo-Lo giggled as the LexCorp computer screen clicked to life sending its signal to a million televisions went to this important public broadcast. Lex Luthor smirked triumphantly as Superman's first sex tape was beamed live into homes across America for
everyone to see. The Man of Steel was wearing a parody of his usual outfit. The gogo boots and cape were still there but the shirt had been turned into a girly tank top and instead of underwear over tights he had a thong covering his booty shorts. Of course
all of the red was now pink and the blue was cyan.
Clark had no choice but to kneel as the first hooker came up to him and offered him her strap-on.