Wayne Manor- the next morning
“Master Bruce go to the front door,” Alfred ordered over
the intercom.
Bruce arched an eye brow.
He closed the book of the Wayne genealogy. Bruce made his way to the great hall. He spotted Alfred standing by the doors to
the kitchen hallway. Alfred pointed at
the door.
“Answer the door!” Alfred snapped like when Bruce was a disobedient
child.
Bruce was about to say something but he saw the smile on
Alfred’s face. And the familiar knock
distracted Bruce from Alfred.
“Hello?” Bruce asked as he opened the door.
“Meow,” Selina smiled.
Bruce looked her up and down. Her long black hair flowed down her back
behind her shoulders and her five seven figure was well shown off by the bright
pink sun dress that hung from her shoulders.
It was clearly meant for a woman with a smaller chest than Selina’s D
cups. Bruce looked into the sparkling
green eyes.
“I thought they denied your parole,” Bruce crossed his
arms.
“They did,” Selina pulled a hand from behind her back
showing hand cuff still latched on to that wrist, “But I decided I was getting bored.”
“Selina,” Bruce intoned with a note of anger and disappointment.
“Don’t have much time lover boy,” Selina smiled, “The
cops will be here in fifteen minutes.
And they will be asking a lot of questions if Bruce Wayne was the one
who detained the Catwoman for them.
Questions I am sure you don’t want to have to answer.”
“They might just roll with it given Bruce Wayne’s
reputation with the ladies if I tied you to my bed,” Bruce grinned.
“More like they would roll with it if I tied Bruce to the
bed given Bruce’s Reputation lover boy,” Selina poked Bruce on the nose with a
finger, “But that wouldn’t be as much fun.
Come arrest me at Chateau Chat, and bring plenty of condoms in your
utility belt!”
Selina turned and sauntered away. Dick and Tim looked at the costumed criminal
out of costume in the front yard of Wayne Manor.
“Try anything and you will have to deal with a sexually
frustrated bat,” Selina giggled.
Tim was about to say something, but Dick put his hand on
Tim’s shoulder and spoke first.
“Trust me, at times it is better to just search the
parking lot for clues Tim,” Dick said.
“Smart boy,” Selina laughed at the memory.
Tim and Dick kept walking to the open front door.
“Hay Bruce,” Dick smiled, “Going to get tied up in a Catwoman
erotic trap tonight?”
“Dick,” Bruce growled.
“Where is Alfred?” Tim asked.
Bruce looked around and took a deep breath.
“Go check the kitchen,” Alfred said calming himself.
Tim smile and waved and went to the kitchen down the
hall. He found Alfred preparing a snack
for them.
“Hay Alfred,” Tim said, “Do you remember Debutant season
when I was sixteen?”
“Yes Master Tim, I remember that along with Master Jason’s,
Master Dick’s and Master Bruce’s,” Alfred smiled.
“Ok,” Tim said, “Because it’s like it is happening all
over again! Everyone I know is acting
like they have Debutant Ball they want me to take them too. Steph on Friday, Cass on Saturday, Bette on
Sunday, Carrie on Monday, Harper on Tuesday, Helena on Wednesday and even Tam
wants a piece of me.”
“Master Tim,” Alfred tried to sound calm and reassuring
rather than amused, “You are a strong and handsome lad, this is not a reason to
panic.”
“I’m not panicking Alfred,” Tim took a deep breath, “But
if I am going to make it out of this alive I am going to need some help. I know Bruce does exercises and meditation,
but he has to have some sort of protein shake you make for him to keep is vitals
up. I’m going to need some too if I want
to go twenty rounds with all the girls in the belfree like Bruce does with
every rich bimbo in Gotham.”
“Master Tim,” Alfred had a hard look on his face.
Tim pulled up the latest text message and showed it to
Alfred.
“Oh my,” Alfred said, “I’ll make some for you right
away. Although I am not sure how Master
Bruce will respond to his son and both his daughters sharing a bed at the same
time.”
*
Joker was laying in the bed in Arkham waiting for something. He could feel something was happening. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but
something was happening. A number of the
nurses, guards and other women on the staff of Arkham have been giving him the “lovey
dovey eyes.” It was like they all had caught
a case of Clown Fetish from Harley Quinn.
Joker shrugged. He didn’t stir
when he heard the alarms start to go off.
With his broken ankle he wasn’t about to use the situation to its
fullest.
“Let’s go!” Pamela Isley shouted as she stormed into the
special cell that housed the Joker, “Come on Harley!”
“Hay Puddin!” Harley said panting.
“You have it?” Pamela asked.
“Yep,” Harley smiled, “Here Red!”
Harley held a bag next to her knee.
“So, Puddin,” Harley huffed, “We been talkin, and so…
Three way, it an’t cheating if we are all together, right?”
“What she means is I want you to fuck me in the ass,” Pamela,
“And since we both consider Harley our love interest, as long as we are all
together, it’s a three way and not cheating.”
“Am I tripping?” Joker asked arching an eyebrow.
“Puddin,” Harley said gasping, “We want a three way and
we want you as part of the Ménage-a-trois.”
“Let me get this straight,” Joker said, “You want to me
to fuck Plant lady in the ass after all the years of her screaming about how I
am an unholy monster that shouldn’t be allowed near women much less live?”
“YES!” both Harley and Pam shouted.
“Now lets go before the security breaks this up!” Pamela
said as she took off her panties.
Harley and Pam went to the bed and moved things around so
Pam was facing the back wall, Joker was facing her and Harley was behind
him. Pam grabbed his hands and started
guiding Joker’s paws over her tits while Harley reached around and massaged
Joker’s love sausage. He could feel
Harley’s breath on his neck as she leaned into him.
“I want you to fuck her ass off pudding,” Harley purred.
“Plant your seed deep in my ass!” Pam shouted.
It took moments for Joker to get fully hard given the stimulation. And Joker moved in thrusting his cock up Pam’s
starfish. Joker found Pam pulling him
tighter to her as she pounded her posterior in pulsing pushes against his
pleased pole. He didn’t feel Harley
behind him for a minute as he lost himself in the erotic throws of rapture he
was getting from his back door banditry of the vaulted queen of green!
“Got it,” Harley said with a triumphant coo, “Now you get
it Puddin!”
With that Joker felt the rubbery cock slide past his ass
cheeks and right up his anus and half way to his prostate in one thrust.
“Take it like a champ!” Pam encouraged, “Anal is awesome
for everyone!”
“Now bounce between us stud muffin,” Harley said, “Fuck
and get fucked! We are one big happy and
horny family!”
A rhythm built as Joker found himself alternating between
ramming his rod into Pam’s rump and Harley prodding her poker closer to his
prostate. What felt like forever but was
less than five minutes all three screamed and shook in orgasmic bliss and collapsed
over on the cot.
“That was fantastic,” Pam smiled and turned to kiss Joker
and then Harley, “We have to do a lot more of that when we really break out of
here.”
“Told you my stud muffin was a crowd pleaser!” Harley
said before kissing Joker and Pam again, “I already know where to get the sex
toys and lingerie when we break out. You
are going to look great in latex Puddin!”
“Alright,” the guard shouted, “You had your fun you
freaking perverts, now it’s back to your cells!”
“Can’t they please stay?” Joker heard himself asking, “This
is great therapy for our anal-retentive natures…”
“Lets go!” the guards shouted.