No, he can't.

Taking Harley's chin between his fingers, Gordon brushed her lip with his thumb. Smiling, Quinn cutely extended her small, pink tongue, lapping at the cop's digit.

God, it seemed so unfair the Joker had a girl like her, when he was sleeping alone...

"C'mon Gordon." Harley urged. "Ya know ya want it."

The commissioner chided himself as his hands shot to his belt. This was reckless and wrong. But... they were alone, she was hot and it was beginning to feel as though he had a steel bar protruding from his hips.

As he exposed himself to Quinn, the disgraced Arkham intern watched on, appraising his stiff cock with only her eyes.

"Not bad, for an old fart!" Harley commented. "A lot pinker than I'm used to, but not bad!"

Gordon recoiled at the implication that degenerate's cock was as pale as the rest of him. He did his best to banish any thought of him from his mind. Tonight, he was only interested in one clown...

"Maybe... Maybe we can work something out." Gordon said slowly. Even with Quinn about to suck his cock, it felt like she was winning. Like he was giving up part of himself to have her.

"Somethin' like this?" Harley asked, leaning even further out of the cop's car. Gordon allowed her to descend on his throbbing cock, her damp, hot tongue sliding from the tip to the very base of his shaft.

"Would it kill ya to crack a smile?" Harley groaned, withdrawing slightly. "I swear to God, you and the Bat, it's the exact same thing, always-"

Quinn's tirade was interrupted when Gordon grabbed the back of her head and **** it down on his cock. The look of surprise was palpable on her painted features.

As Gordon pistoned in and out of the criminal's mouth, his actions revealing a savagery buried just beneath the surface, those alluring blue eyes of hers began to water.

It only took a few moments of uninterrupted skullfucking before Harley's formerly unblemished white facepaint was marred by twin thick trails of running mascara.

Good, Gordon thought, he actually liked her better this way. Ruined and gagging. He was no shrink, but he suspected getting some proxy payback on the Joker was augmenting the already considerable pleasures of Harley's mouth.

Before too long, he let Quinn pull back, to gasp in a few ragged breaths and drool out a little saliva mixed with pre-cum.

"Fuck!" Harley exclaimed. "Yah can be pretty brutal when ya need to be, Gordon!"

Gordon had to agree with her. He was surprising even himself with his capacity for roughness. With a wordless grunt, he seized Harley by the hair and pulled her mouth back onto his cock.

The arhythmic quacking Harley made as Gordon abused her throat, gripping her ponytails like they were convenient fuckhandles, only served to enhance the horny cop's arousal, and bring him closer to the edge.

"Sheesh! Now this has gotta count as police brutality!" Harley quipped, when Gordon next deigned to let her breath.

"You want brutality?" Gordon said, smirking now. "I'll show you brutality!"

And with that, he began beating down his cock on Quinn's face, as if it was some manner of baton. His cock, slicked with Harley's own saliva, picked up traces of white paint as he slapped the misguided young woman silly.

"Ooh, I know what's cummin' next!" Harley said, watching with anticipation as Gordon withdrew slightly and began jerking his cock.

If Harley had been uncuffed, and also if he trusted her, Gordon would have had her hands on his prick, working it to a final, shuddering orgasm. As it stood, he enjoyed coating the pretty young blonde with his seed so much, he barely noticed the difference.

As his orgasm abated, Gordon looked on in pride at the messed-up and ruined woman. Her facepaint, previously spotless, had been reduced to what few traces saliva, tears and cum hadn't washed away.

Were it not for the crazy glint in her sapphire eyes, Quinn might've looked normal now.

"Okay, a deal's a deal. I sorted out you're slimjim, so make with the keys, please." Harley insisted, turning her back on Gordon and offering her cuffed wrists.

As Harley bent to offer her hands to the cop, his eyes instead focused on her ass. The leather pants she was wearing did wonders for her backside. Suddenly, other thoughts were entering Gordon's mind...