The more Joker's goons inhaled Bruce's perfume, the hornier they got and the less they cared that this slutty whore was a guy. They just wanted to fuck!
With a press of the button, the seats on the back of the car flattened down (Joker liked them to be able to care lots of stuff) and Bruce giggled as he lounged there, slowing sliding his panties down to give them a good view of his huge padded ass and flopping dick.
"Der so much a' me to go 'round," the whore cooed. "What part does each of you fine men want? Mah ass, mah mouth, mah titties... or anyone wanna touch mah cawk?"
He winked with his long lashes, then ran his hands over his body.
"I do anythin' a man wants! Whatever yah want, darlin'!"
* * *
"Where the fuck are those idiots of mine?" Joker snarled as he stood at a street corner, his face hidden by his purple hat and the big collar of his coat. "I have a schedule to keep."
Then he felt the whiff of such intense perfume mixed with cigarettes.
"Hey there, sugah. Yo lookin' fer a -- hey, I knows you!"
Jason took a step back as Joker looked up to glower at him.
As part of his corruption, "Alfred" had made his toys especially lust for their enemies, the worst the better. It pleased him to imagine Batman, Robin, and all the rest wanting to get fucked by the vilest villains. And the hatred that Jason Todd felt for the Joker, well it had become something different.
"Yo is a celeb'ity," the black whore giggled, his leather bullet bra shaking. "I gots a discount fer celeb'ities likes you, Mista Joka. Maybe yo sign my autograph book when we's done, 'kay?"
* * *
Nightwing watched through his binoculars as Bruce slid off his clothes and began to caress the thugs around him. He had to keep an eye on Bruce, figure out what had happened. Why Bruce was such a slut.
Nightwing stared at the bat signal tramp stamp just above Bruce's giant's ass. It seemed so disrespectul, almost blasphemous.
"You slut," Nightwing moaned as he watched Bruce grab two of the cocks and kiss their helmets together. "You slut!"
His cock painfully strained against his pants.
* * *
Alfred smiled. Now that his former master and that disobediant whelp Jason were taught their place, perhaps it was time to do something about all those beautiful sexy women that "Master" Bruce used to bring over. All the teases who would waltz around and ignore poor Alfred as if he wasn't there: Selina Kyle, Barbara Gordon, Pamela Isley, that rich bitch Veronica Vreeland....
With Bruce and Jason selling their asses on the street, there needed to be some people cooking and cleaning Alfred's crib. He couldn't do it himself, of course. So, who deserves to be his maids?