Brucie began to dance as he shook his body as he hands wander over it in a sexual manner, he turned out to be good at this like he had been trained for this.
'Given it's Batsy, it's not out of the ordinary. Seems like when he popped out of the oven, he was still cooking. He has only three parts of my perfect Joker, well two and a bit.' Thought the clown villainess as she found a spare chair and sat... and hallered at the stripping bat/joker man.
Harley had most of the list prepared when she decided to get Batman, not knowing he was Bruce Wayne, to become her personal Joker. It was in three parts: What elements made up the Joker save what made him a bad boyfriend, what Harley wanted in improvements, and what Bats brought to the table.
For the third, she wanted his mental and physical aspects. His intelligence, knowledge and skill. His combat training, physical conditioning and sexy bod. For the first she wanted to bleach his skin chalk white, hair lime green, lips blood red and always in a smile. She wanted a man who believe the world was chaos and nothing mattered... and that was the Joke! She wanted a twisted sense of humour with no morals and ethics to get in the way of the fun, whatever it was. Willing to do anything, no matter how crazy.
The second element...
'I loved Pudding, really I did.' thought Harley, even as she shouted, "Take it off, Baby!!"
Bruce managed to pull out a batarang and sliced off the top of his costume, revealing his muscular, firm chest. She continued to think, even as she pulledout ones from her pockets for her personal dancer, 'But Pudding was also the worse boyfriend, the biggest bastard to me. Red was right about that. So while to the world at large, Joker's in charge, the truth is this lady wears the huge oversized pants in the relationship.
He will think I am the sexiest woman in the world, a love goddess beyond all other woman. He will never hurt me if he can help it, being loving and nurturing to me, looking out for my best interests. Also completely and totally obedient to me, doing what I say or making me happy will make him happy, horny and feeling like he had a full body orgasm for a few nanoseconds. Unless I say otherwise. Whether I tell him to fuck my friends or kill his family, he will do it happily for me.
Now I got obedience, sexual attraction and some skin bleaching... and a bit of a zombie. Hopefully his mind his still cooking and his mind as well as personality will become my Joker in time. With less Zombie, and more devotion. Cause while Zombies can be fun... I want a man who loves me. And...'
Her thoughts stopped as Brucie cut off his pants.... revealing a monsterous anaconda straining to be free from his shorts. She licked her lips as she said, "Momma likes!"
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