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Gotham Sirens, Arkham Sex	By : Robwood Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 12532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: If you’re not familiar with the “Batman: Arkham” series of video games, go back now; I explain nothing.

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GOTHAM CITY, NINE MONTHS LATER

The night had become a real game changer. With Batman’s identity exposed he knew he could no longer be the Batman. Before he gave up the Batman persona for good, however, he still needed to round up all of Gotham’s Most Wanted and have them delivered to the GCPD. He had them all behind bars, save for the Riddler, who lurked inside his hideout as he waited for Batman to complete the supervillain’s trials. He knew Riddler would keep; there was somewhere he wanted to be right now.

With Robin and Gordon still making their way back from Arkham Island, Batman had the whole of Gotham to himself. Even with everything that had happened, the city below him as he glided to his destination looked beautiful. There had been so much death and misery this night that he was surprised he could still see Gotham in the same light.

Batman landed on the roof of Panessa Studios and rode the elevator down, turning off his communicative devices as he waited. When the doors opened he walked down the small hallway and emerged in Main Operations, where a lab and quarantine cells had been installed. The equipment was useless now and everyone tucked away into the cells were dead. All, that is, except for one.

As he approached her cell, barely noticing the dead bodies of Henry Adams and Johnny Charisma still lying on the open floor alongside a new spray paint tag, Harley Quinn appeared utterly defeated. She sat Indian style on her cot with her head resting on her fists. Harley looked like she wanted to cry, but was too sad to pull it off. A sidelong glance was the only thing that told him that she was aware of his presence.

He reached the bulletproof glass door but Quinn made no move or sound to acknowledge his existence. He decided to speak first. “About Ivy…”

“I already know,” she interrupted, her voice sounding as empty and hollow as she appeared. “Bird-brain told me. First my Joker, then the others, and now Ivy…Everyone I’ve ever loved has died because of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

She turned her head cockeyed to look at him. “Are you really? Because it keeps on happening. Maybe I should love you next!”

“Your wish might come true.” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief at him. “Scarecrow exposed my identity to the world—you’re the only one left who doesn’t know who I am. This is the last night that I will be Batman.”

She turned her head back. “Well, what do ya know? That son of a bitch actually pulled it off.” There was a pause between them. “If Ivy’s all you’re here for, you can go away now.”

“She’s not.” He pressed a button on the cell’s panel and the door opened up. He entered and remained at the doorway. “I’ve come to be with you one last time…willingly, for once.”

Harley stood up and turned to face him. “You sure about that, Bats? You do realize the last time we had sex I raped you, right?”

“Twice.”

She gave him a look of surprise. “What? Do you have a camera hidden in that costume of yours or something?”

“A biometric system. It sends information back to the Batcave. I analyzed my vitals after Arkham City and figured out what happened.”

Her surprise turned to shock. “Wow. You actually answered that. This really will be the last time I see you, won’t it?”

“Yes.” He reached into a pouch on his utility belt and pulled something out. He held his hand out to Harley and she saw what was in it: the tiny perfume bottle Ivy had given her. “We’ll do this however you want.”

She contemplated the bottle for a moment. “I hate you so much. The only thing that would have brought me peace is if you and I had died that night. I miss him. With all of my heart I miss him.” She placed one hand on the meaty part of his and used her other hand to close his fingers around the glass bottle.

Batman returned the pheromones to its pouch. “How would you like this done?”

She raised her head to meet his gaze. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with sorrow and pain. “You know, when Bird Boy told me that you didn’t take me very seriously, I gotta admit: that actually hurt.”

“He doesn’t know about us. Plus, I’m the one who carried you back to your cell.”

She gave a hollow smile. “Ever the gentleman, as always.” It dropped from her face. “I want you to make love to me.”

“It would be a lie.”

“I know. But you’re the only person left in the world who cares about me. With all of the death I’ve experienced tonight…I need to feel loved.”

Batman nodded in understanding. “Cowl on or off?”

A thrill shot through Harley’s body. She reached up for his mask, but stopped herself. “Will I recognize you?”

“Yes.”

She lowered her hands. “Keep it on, then. I’ll have plenty of time later on to discover who you’ve been pretending to be. Not knowing the disguise behind the man is part of your glamour.” Quinn ran her hands along the exposed sections of her breasts, lightly running her fingertips along her flesh, before reaching behind her neck to undo the collar. When it had opened up, she dropped it (and the straps that were attached to it) in front of her, allowing the clown to grab the cups of her bustier and pull down the garment to expose her large bosom. “What do you really think of them, B-man?” She brought her hands underneath and began rubbing them.

This time he dropped his gaze. “They’re gorgeous, Harley.”

A bolt shot straight to her pussy; it had been a long time since he had called her by that name. “Why don’t cha take off that costume of yours? Something tells me you’d be better at it than I would.”

As Batman undressed so did Harley. Even with the skin tight latex pants, she was able to get naked long before he did, leaving her to stand there and contemplate the man before her. At first, she couldn’t figure out why she had called him a gentleman, but now she remembered that at one time she had bought a dress, was accused of stealing it, and had been sent back to the asylum over it, only to have Batman present it to her and say that it would be waiting for her when she got out. Harley closed her eyes. That seemed like a lifetime ago, back when she had a lighter heart and lots of energy to spare. That incident was the first time she had ever kissed Batman and only now did she realize just how long and winding the road was between the past and the present.

She opened her eyes. Batman stood before her almost completely undressed, his cowl being the only item remaining. She looked down and eyed his dick. It was flaccid and still bore her markings: a red diamond above a black diamond. She gave him a weak smile, reached out for his member, and began to stroke it. “I see you’ve taken very good care of my cock for me while I was away. Tell me: Have you used it with anyone?”

As his shaft grew in her hand, he answered honestly, “No.”

“Good.” She brought her free hand up and placed his face in her palm, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Now I want you to kiss me like I’m the love of your life.”

Batman’s mind immediately shifted to Talia. Once again he heard the shot ring out and he caught her in his arms shortly before her death. Looking down at Harley, he imagined her to be the woman he loved, only for his imagination to quickly dissolve. Talia was dead; there was no point in denying it. Harley was the reality that stood before him and even she deserved better than being replaced by a figment of his imagination.

He reached up, removed her hand from his cheek, and kissed her palm. Next he kissed her wrist and slowly worked his way up her arm. When he reached the base of her neck, Harley closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, breathing erratically. He continued until he hit her jaw and then, finally, her lips. The first kiss found lips pressed together. The second one, however, had them parted with tongues exploring the other’s mouth. It was deep, slow, long, and resonate. They held each other in their arms and stood there for a good ten minutes, just enjoying one another’s company.

It was Batman who eventually broke the kiss. During the course, his cock had become erect, pressing itself against her pussy until swiping through it to become fully hard. Some of her juices were on it and glistened in the artificial light, but neither of them took any notice of it. Instead, Batman gently grabbed Harley by her sides, picked her up, and lowered her onto his shaft. She brought her legs up in an attempt to straddle his waist so as to not be impaled, but before she could bring her legs fully up Batman dropped to his knees and she found herself sitting on him cowgirl style. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he used on hand to grab her neck and the other to clutch one of her shoulder blades. Another kiss ensued for a few more minutes before Harley took the next step.

Love burst through her heart and exited through her eyes as she longingly looked into Batman’s own. She had been truthful when she said she had hated him, but now that she was getting the attention she needed, that hatred could wait as she committed herself to the moment, which she enacted by slowing rising up to the tip of Batman’s dick before also slowly lowering herself back down. As with the kisses, she took her time with each bounce. The outside world no longer existed; it was just her, the Bat, and the heat from their fusion. She could see the passion in his eyes and the slight twitching in the corner that indicated he wanted her to hurry up, but she refused. Since this was going to be their last time together, she was going to make it memorable.

Batman’s cock throbbed, silently pleading as Harley gradually rose and fell. She was such a beautiful woman—such a beautiful person and, although he would probably never admit it, he was gravely sorry that he had been unable to save her from her tragic life. Harley had been one of the Joker’s greatest triumphs, and even though he tended to not linger on the victims of crimes, he now saw—truly saw, for the first time, the effects of the indentured servitude Harley had placed upon herself in order to win the Joker’s love and the hole in her heart left behind when the love of her life stopped being a part of it. It hurt him enough to feel the pain of crime, but to bear witness to it in another’s eyes…in a strange way, he now saw Harley as a kindred spirit. He could never truly love her, but for the first time their vulnerabilities were laid bare for the other to see. That oddly comforted him.

Harley’s face contorted; she was on the verge of orgasm. At one point she closed her eyes and lowered her head, but she quickly reversed that to whisper with pleading eyes and clenched stomach muscles, “Loooooooooooook.”

Batman brought his head down, seeing that Harley’s pussy was three quarters the way up his shaft. She held it there as her thick white cum slowly poured out of her and down his cock, covering it in her gratification. He immensely enjoyed seeing her like this.

It took her a full minute to stop pushing out her juices, grunting several times along the way. When she had finished, she collapsed into his lap, filling herself up once more with his dick. Batman, however, while still keeping Harley in his embrace, stood up onto his knees and moved the few steps over to the cot before gently removing her from his cock and lying the top half of her body onto the bedding, making sure to place the buckle of the middle restraint above her head in order to keep her comfortable. Then, while she recovered her breathing, he spread her legs and took a good look at the sex organ before him.

The hair was dyed much like before, the right side still red, but this time the left side was black. As for the vagina itself, her hood was once again abnormally protruding out with her clit fully exposed. The lips, however, were red, swollen, and leaking; her beautiful pudenda gaping open as if begging for more. Batman was very inclined to not resist the call. He gingerly placed two fingers into her hole followed immediately by his tongue, covering her entire organ with his mouth. As he sucked and licked both sets of lips he used his fingers to stimulate her G-spot.

Harley moaned gutturally, especially when he moved his tongue to her clit. He went back and forth from lips to nub, causing Harley to bring her legs together onto his shoulders so she could squeeze his head with her thighs while grabbing his pointed ears and forcing him farther down onto her. Her breathing became erratic again, this time sounding as if she were going to hyperventilate. He stared into her eyes as he focused most of his concentration onto her G-spot and clit, looking and feeling for the appropriate cues. When he felt certain, he gave both areas maximum attention and, in spite of all his efforts, Harley came simultaneously from both stimulations. The blended orgasm ripped through her body and tore it asunder, the primal moan unleashed sounding nothing like the voice that produced it.

She rode the waves of pleasure and felt the heat encompass her for a good forty-five minutes, Batman staying by her side the entire time, his cock remaining hard throughout as he played with her tits, performing every action on them imaginable, and licked her ear. When she eventually collapsed, he stopped his manipulations and quietly made his way to his costume.

“Holy shit,” he heard behind him. He peered over his shoulder at Harley, who was gazing at him with half opened eyes. “I thought your back felt strange, but I never imagined it looked like that.” He turned back and leaned down to grab his costume. “Don’t.” He paused. “I want you to cum in me one last time.”

Batman stood back up and turned around, his dick still full of blood. He made his way back to the cot and carefully repositioned Harley so that she way lying completely on it. She spread her legs as he got onto the cot and once again felt him inside of her. He leaned down on top of her body, using his lower arms to support his weight so as not to crush her, and took his time as he thrust inside of her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him in for another loving kiss, knowing that their love-making session would be all too brief this time.

True to form, Batman’s impatience started to emerge as he began pounding her pussy as if there were no tomorrow. A few minutes later he shot his load deep inside of her velvet tunnel. Even though he tried to continue their kiss, he heavy breathing was making it very difficult to maintain their lip lock. Harley released his mouth and as Batman caught his breath, they stared once more into each other’s eyes. Although they said nothing to each other, they spoke volumes. They fully understood the other person, not through knowledge or wisdom, but through experience and instinct. Harley felt the cusp of that understanding as she savored the cock inside of her becoming flaccid while remaining at full length.

Batman, now exhausted, extracted himself and turned onto his right side against the wall, falling almost immediately into unconsciousness.

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When he woke up, he found Harley still with him, lying on her side and facing him while running her fingers lightly along his upper arm. He was amazed that she hadn’t taken the opportunity to leave, what with the quarantine cell’s door having been open the whole time. Instead here she was, smiling that warm, beautiful smile he had seen only once before and gently massaging her pussy with her other hand.

“How long was I out?” he asked.

She gave a slight giggle. “Well, seeing as how you don’t exactly keep any clocks hanging around here, I really couldn’t say. But if I were to guess, I’d imagine it to be no more than five minutes.”

“You didn’t run.”

“How observant. I can see why you’re called the World’s Greatest Detective.”

Batman took one last look at Harley playing with herself before getting up. She swung her legs behind her as he sat up on the lower half of the cot and stood. She then turned herself onto her other side and continued making herself feel good as Batman got dressed.

Once fully garbed, he left the cell with the door remaining wide open. Harley’s curiosity got the better of her and she gingerly got up and stepped out, much like a cat cautiously exploring unknown terrain. Seeing Batman leave made her heart sink. She still hated him with the utmost vileness, but he was the only person left who was willing to take care of her. It made her feel a pit in her stomach; one that forced her to make a confession.

“Batman—”

Without breaking stride or turning around, he interrupted, “Do yourself a favor, Harley: don’t say it.”

“I wasn’t going to.” He stopped and turned to face her. Harley’s voice had changed. She no longer sounded like the Clown Princess of Crime, but, rather, like the psychiatrist she once was. “If this really is the last time we’ll see each other, there’s something you should know about my pregnancy.”

“You had a false positive; you were never pregnant.”

“That’s what I lead you to believe, but it’s not true. I really had a bun in the oven before I…suffered a miscarriage.” Harley kicked herself; even now, she couldn’t admit what had really happened. “The reason why I covered it up was because the baby wasn’t my Joker’s…it was yours.”

Batman listened and observed her condition very intently; he knew she wasn’t lying. “Am I responsible?”

“No,” she quickly assured him. “What happened in the medical center had nothing to do with it. I just…rejected her.”

“Her?”

Harley nodded. “A little girl. I was going to name her Sarah.”

Batman stood there, ever stoic, but for once in her life, she heard his voice falter. “Sarah is a beautiful name.”

She closed here eyes. “Thank you.”

There was a long pause between them, the air thick with atmosphere. It was Batman who broke it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Harley gave a weak smile. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t be saved. Got any last words before you leave me forever?”

He thought for a moment. “Stay out of trouble.”

She gave another small giggle. “Maybe I’ll become a landlord or something. That could even be my new name.” She spread her hands out before her as she continued, “The Landlord!”

As ever, Batman didn’t even so much as crack a smile. She didn’t expect him to. He just turned back around and entered the elevator. When the doors closed, Harley was, once again, completely alone.

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GOTHAM CITY, ONE YEAR LATER

Rumor spread like wildfire. Even though everyone knew Batman’s legal name, that was the only fact that could be verified. There was plenty of talk about someone draining Bruce Wayne’s bank account dry, a new Batman that no one could even be sure was real, and there was lots of speculation about who Robin had been the whole time since no one could verify his identity. But none of that mattered to the woman pushing a stroller in front of Pauli’s Diner.

As consistent as Gotham’s weather was, it was raining heavily, naturally. The woman wore a black trench coat and wide brimmed hat to keep the rain away while the flower-printed stroller she pushed was covered by a rain shield to protect the child inside. The rain did nothing to obliterate the noise coming from the streets, but nevertheless the woman hummed “Hush Little Baby” quietly to herself.

Suddenly she felt a hand grab her upper arm and a knife stick into her side as a male voice whispered quietly into her ear, “Into the alley, lady. Quietly…Wouldn’t want to upset the baby.”

She smiled and complied without a word. The thug led her into the alley behind the Peccadillo Lodge, where Poison Ivy had grown her first giant plant with Batman’s help. The behemoth was still there, alive and thriving, but due to the rain she didn’t dare look up to appreciate its physical reminder that Ivy was still with her.

Hanging around on the back porch of Gambi’s were five other men who were currently staying out of the rain. They found themselves soon getting wet and wielding pistols as she and the thug and approached them.

“Well, well, well,” one of them said. “Who do we have here?” He looked down at the stroller and then back to her. “Looks like we’ve found someone who likes to have fun!”

“Is that all I’m here for? So you can gang rape me? How boring,” she replied with a distinct New Jersey accent.

The thug, although he hadn’t been smiling before, was certainly snarling now. “Better watch that smart mouth of yours, bitch. I’d hate to have to do anything to it.”

Unconcerned, she replied, “Go ahead, but it’ll be one less hole for you to violate.”

Another thug spoke up, speaking with a southern accent, “Oh my God, she’s asking for it! Just how stupid are you, woman?”

“Press your luck and you just might find out.”

The thug holding the knife to her continued, “We were just going to rob you and show you a good time, but if you keep up the attitude…Well, it won’t turn out well for you.”

“Pshaw and pish tosh.”

All of the thugs looked at her confusingly. One of them asked, “What? Are you from the forties or something?”

“Really now, Thaddeus, you should know better.”

He jerked back. “Huh? How the hell do you know my name, lady?”

She ignored the question. “Call this off before something bad happens to ya.”

The knife wielder moved away from her side and began pointing the knife at the stroller’s basket. “That’s enough! One more word outta you and the baby gets it!”

The woman steeled herself. “Oh you shouldn’t have said that.”

When the thug had walked her from the main street, the woman had placed her left hand into her coat pocket, where it had remained the whole time. She removed it now to brandish a customized flair gun and fired her first shot at the guy threatening her child. He immediately dropped to the ground, dead. As the others stood there, stunned, she fired off two more rounds and killed two more assailants while backing away as quickly as she could. The other three, recovering quickly, raised their guns to fire, but by that time the woman had already found cover for herself and her child behind the far end of the two dumpsters. Keeping the stroller hidden, she switched the gun to her right hand, deftly hopped onto the dumpster, and killed the remaining thugs.

She dropped down amongst the dead bodies to examine her work. Another smile crossed her face at a job well done when she suddenly heard a loud thud behind her and a familiar voice say, “You shouldn’t have done that, miss.”

She turned around to see Robin, no doubt having glided down from the roof of the Satorico building, with his staff at full length and his arm at the up and ready. “They threatened my life and that of my child. I acted in self defense.”

Robin’s gaze momentarily averted to the stroller beside the dumpster. He then tapped the side of his mask and took a second look before tapping it again and returning his attention to her, spotting the gun she still held in hand. “Wait a minute…I’ve seen that gun before.” The woman used her free hand to remove her hat, revealing herself to the Boy Wonder. “Harley Quinn.”

Her face was clean as the morning and her hair, now its natural brown, was pulled back. “Only on my bad days. For the most part, I’m back to being Harleen. You know, you superheroes always wait for the reveal whenever you make an announcement—even Batman was guilty of that. Haven’t you considered that it’s much more impressive and imposing to say something beforehand?”

It was her turn to be ignored now. “Who’d you kidnap the baby from?”

Harley’s face contorted in anger, but she kept her temper in place. “How dare you! I have you know Sarah is mine! I didn’t kidnap her; I gave birth to her!”

Robin was impressed. Given her general mood, he expected to hear that in Harley’s high pitched voice. Instead, the voice he heard remained in her older one. Nevertheless, he kept his staff raised. “Congratulations, then. Who’s the father? She’s too young to be Joker’s.”

She kept her gaze steady and unblinking. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Harleen hesitated. “It’s Batman’s.”

Robin blinked. “And you seriously expect me to believe that?”

“Pay attention to the conversation you’re in.” She put her gun back into her pocket. “She’s the only thing I have left in this world and I’m not giving her up, especially to you.”

Robin smirked. “You know, it would be far more effective had you said that with your gun still out.”

“I don’t need it to handle you. Besides, I’m living a clean life now.”

“As a landlord, yes, I know. Little off the beaten path, though, since your tenement is in Coney Island. What brings you back to Gotham?”

She sighed. “Batman. It’s been a year to the day when he died.”

Robin slightly lowered his head. “Yeah, I know.”

“Look, Robin, I’m not going to tell you that my life is perfect or that I’m fine now, but I have made progress. Part of that means dealing with the past. Whether you choose to believe me or not, Batman and I had a profound relationship with each other. I’m here to grieve and hope I can draw strength from letting go.”

Robin lowered his staff and shook his head. “I’m not believing it; Bruce would never fuck you.”

“No he wouldn’t, seeing as how he never existed.”

He tapped his mask again and took another look at the baby. Thanks to his wife’s technological expertise, he was now able to run a DNA comparison analysis without having to so much as touch a body. He scanned the DNA from the girl and inspected it against the database. The result was unquestionable. He tapped his mask again.

“Bruce…why did you never tell me?”

“Could you have believed it, even from him?”

He made his way to the stroller. “She’s awfully quiet.”

Harleen sighed again, this time in sadness. “Unfortunately, she’s well accustomed to the sound of gun fire.”

Robin retracted the ends of his staff and tucked it away. He then pointed to the dead bodies and said, “I’ll overlook you just this once. Don’t ever do this again. Especially in my city.” Harleen didn’t reply. Instead she lifted the rain cover to check on her little girl. Robin stood beside her and looked inside. The baby was sleeping soundly with a bit of drool running down her mouth. “Bruce is beside his parents in the Wayne mausoleum on the Manor grounds. Batman’s statue is located in front of the GCPD. If you’re looking to be alone with either, you won’t find it.”

She gave a disappointed smile. “Just my luck.”

There was the sound of a grapnel being launched and Harleen felt Robin depart. Placing the rain shield back into place, she then grabbed the stroller handle and moved on. As she pushed the baby carriage along she said, “Come on, sweetheart. Time to visit daddy.”
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