A week later

A week after they had taken Harley in, Oliver, Kara, and their team were finishing a nightly patrol. Joker had gone completely silent since Harley had turned herself in. The team's nerves were running high as they feared a major attack this time, without warning.

Currently, Kara as Supergirl flew over Star City, turning toward Queen Manor. She glanced up at the full moon and smiled to herself. She loved flying and flying at night among the moon, and the stars was one thing that she truly enjoyed.

"Kara," Oliver said, catching her attention. Outside of The Bunker, or The Tower in National City, Oliver never used a teammate's name instead of their code name. She turned her attention back in front of her and glided to a gentle stop. Floating in front of her was her husband, Oliver Queen, in his Green Arrow suit. He had recently switched from using a simple hood to a hooded cloak.

"Ollie? What are you doing up here?"

"Something I've been meaning to do for the last week," he answered as he took his phone out of a hidden pocket. He tapped the screen, and the heavy metal version of Can You Feel The Love Tonight they had begun dancing to at their reception began to play. Oliver put the phone back in his hidden pocket, the sound barely muffled. "Misses Queen, may I have this dance?"

Kara smiled broadly and giggled as she floated to Oliver and took his outstretched hand. "Always," she answered. Oliver pulled her close.

The two began to literally walk on air as they gracefully moved across the night sky, the moon, and the sky as their personal backdrop. Kara rested her head on his chest. She blushed slightly when she felt Oliver's lips gently press on her head as he gave her a soft kiss. Once the song was over, the pair split up before returning to Queen Manor.

"What kept you guys?" Dig asked with a knowing look. "Aren't you two supposed to be faster than a speeding bullet?"

Kara couldn't help but giggle as Oliver looked at the former soldier and shook his head.

"I think they were having a little fun since they've indefinitely postponed their honeymoon," Leslie said as she shot out of a port on Felicity's computer.

"FRAK! I hate it when you do that!" Felicity screamed as she nearly fell out of her chair.

"Sorry," Leslie said as she shrugged, and everyone else laughed.

"That never gets old," Mia laughed.

"So, where were you to really?" Felicity asked as she took a long sip of coffee. "You're coms units went silent for a few minutes.

"If you must know, we had a moonlit dance," Kara answered as she moved in front of Oliver, his arms snaking around her and pulling her to him. She placed her hands over his as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"That sounds like a very thoughtful gesture if you ask me," Liza said as she entered the room from the staircase that led up to the winding secret tunnels that could get you anywhere in Queen Manor.

"Grandma Liza!" Mia said excitedly as she began walking over to the other woman.

"Well, that's going to take some getting used to," Liza laughed. "You must be Mia. I have to admit when Ka...uh, your mom told me about you. I thought she was kidding."

"Yeah, the weird factor never seems to stop with this bunch," Laurel laughed.

"Oliver, Kara, are you sure you're okay with staying here?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?" Kara said with a shrug.

"Well, you are newlyweds."

"Liza, in case you didn't notice, the house is huge. You won't get in the way. Oh, and by the way, you were careful not to be seen using one of the entrances, right?"

"Yes, I strictly used the one in the bedroom your staff put me in."

"Come on, you guys," Dig said, clapping Renee on the shoulder. "These two and their other guest have to get to court in the morning."

"Right, you have that woman from Joker's gang here. How's that going?"

"It's fine. Joker was taking advantage of her for sure," Oliver said with a slight smile.

"And, we wouldn't have saved half of the lives we did if it hadn't been for her," Kara added.

"Which is why I think Judge Henderson will agree to not press charges. But, Dig's right, we should get going," Laurel said with a nod. "Court's at nine."

Kara and Oliver watched as their friends, Liza, and their unborn daughter left The Bunker. When the last of them left, they made for the cases that held their suits. After Oliver changed she reached over and pressed the hidden button to reveal the staircase that led down to their private dungeon. She gave him a devilish smile as she walked past him and began going down the hidden stairs. He couldn't help but smile as she put extra sway into her hips.

Oliver shook his head and laughed. "You're topping from the bottom, again," he called after her, his tone was one of amusement and he fought back a chuckle. Her playfulness was one of the many things he had grown to love about Kara.

"Oh, and just what are you going to do about it?" she asked, her voice carrying a slight sassiness to it.

He quickly closed the distance between them. As he entered the dungeon he felt his powers drain away. He reached out, grabbed her hair, and gave a gentle, yet forceful tug.

"Get out of that suit, and I'll show you, my little super slut," he said into her ear with a lustful growl.

"Yes, Master," she said in a husky, sultry tone. She quickly stripped and knelt. Oliver came up to her with a simple black leather collar and a black and red silk blindfold.

"Safeword," he said as he placed the collar around her neck, being careful not to trap any of her hair in the buckle.

"Kryptonite."

"And if you're gagged?" He asked as he slid the blindfold over her eyes and tightened the band so it would not slide down her face.

"I'll shake my head and go 'uh-uh-uh."

"Good girl, now stand up and stick your ass out."

"Yes, Master," Kara said as she tried not to smile with excitement.

She heard Oliver's footsteps as he walked away from her, then she heard him rummaging around for something. She knew that he was doing this to drive up her anticipation. When his footsteps neared her again, she couldn't help but smile.

"Can you guess what this is?" he asked as he dragged the tab of a riding crop slowly down her spine. Feeling the cool and supple leather on her skin made Kara purr.

"A riding crop, Master," she answered.

"Riding crops are one of your favorites, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master," she replied as he began to glide the tab of the crop over her right ass cheek in a circular motion.

THWACK! The lash of the crop came quickly but at nowhere near Oliver's full natural strength. Kara moaned in delight as she felt the wonderful stinging sensation spread through the ass. She let out a gasp as Oliver gave her hair a quick hard tug.

"What do you say?" he asked in a low but commanding tone.

"Thank you, Master. May I have another?"

"Good girl." THWACK! This time it was the left cheek that felt the wonderful sting of the crop.

"Thank you, Master. May I have another?" THWACK! The right again. "Thank you, Master. May I have another?"

Oliver continued to gently whip Kara'a ass until it was dotted with light pink welts. He smiled as he ran his hand over her. He bent down slightly to get a better view of her pussy. He was not all surprised to find her glistening with need. "Did you enjoy that, Kara?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Master. Thank you for giving me a wonderful spanking."

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at her. "I think we both know that you wouldn't be saying that if I had been punishing you.

"True, Master, I'd be promising not to misbehave again," she replied matter of factly.

"Tell me, Kara, how should you properly thank me for giving you something you enjoy?"

"I should suck your cock," she said her voice once again becoming low and sultry. "Please, Master, may I suck your cock and show you how much I appreciated my spanking?"

"On your knees," he ordered in a lusty growl. Kara licked her lips as she lowered herself to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. He moved in front of her and took out his fully erect cock, placing it near her soft lips. "Suck."

"Yes, Master," she said before opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. When she felt the tip of his cock against it, she began to quickly and softly flicked it across the sensitive tip, drawing a groan of pleasure from the man she loved. She then slowly **** her tongue along the underside of his cock and whimpered in disappointment when she felt the fabric of his pants on her tongue instead of his balls. She then took him in her eager and skilled mouth and began to slowly bob her head working more and more of his cock in with each forward movement.

"That's it, you know just what your master likes don't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied before taking him back in her mouth. She felt him loosen the blindfold and slowly remove it. She rolled her eyes back so she could look up at him as she pressed her face to his groin.

"That's my girl. Fuck you look good with my cock in your mouth," he said taking a grip on her head. He began to gently pull and push on her skull guiding her into a moderate pace. After a couple of minutes of this, he gently pulled her off of his cock. "Iz your pussy wet, slut?"

"Yes, Master. My pussy is very wet for you."

"Show me."

"Yes, Master," she said with a smile before she lay on her back, lifted her legs into the air, and spread her legs. With both hands, she reached down between her legs and spread her pussy open fully revealing her glistening pink fuck hole to him. "See Master? I'm so wet for you. Will you please fuck me, Master?"

"Since you asked so nicely and have been well-behaved. Stand up." Silently Kara got to her feet. Oliver took her by the arm and led her over to a bondage swing. She sat in the swing and leaned back into it placing her wrists and ankles near the cuffs attached to the chains that the swing hung down from. One by one, Oliver buckled the supple leather cuffs around her limbs leaving her helpless on the sing. With a lusty smirk, he began to drag the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Beg for it."

"Please, Master," she began letting her voice go slightly higher than usual giving it an almost innocent quality. "Please fuck me, your slut needs your magnificent cock so much. Please fuck me, Master please!" she said keeping her voice in the higher innocent sounding tone.

"That's a new trick. Been sitting on it long?" he asked.

"Maybe," she answered as she shrugged her shoulders. Oliver laughed as he pushed his cock into her, drawing a low lustful maon from her. He reached out and grabbed two of the leather straps behind her head. He began to push and pull the swing in perfect time with his thrusting, ensuring that his cock went deep into Kara's pussy. "Oh, Rao! Thank you, Master! Thank you!" she moaned as he fucked her. Each time they had sex throughout their time together, she became more and more convinced that not only were they meant for one another on a deep spiritual level that neither fully understood, but that his cock and her pussy were also made for one another.

"Don't you dare cum without permission slut," he said through a lustfilled growl.

"Of course not, Master."

For the next few minutes, the dungeon was filled with the sounds of their slapping flesh as well as their moans and cries of pleasure. "She's getting close," Oliver thought as he carefully watched Kara's face. Her head was tilted back, her eyes shut, and she was biting her lip hard.

"Master, may I please cum for you? Please, Master?"

"Cum Kara," he said as he increased his pace.

"Thank you, Master!" she replied. A few seconds later she began to scream in orgasmic bliss. Oliver further increased his pace intensifying her orgasm. "OH FUCK! OLLIE THANK YOU!" she said in a screaming howl.

"Who?" he asked as he began to twist her sensitive nipples.

"Ow! Ow! Oh, I'm sorry, Master."

"Don't fuck up again, Kara, or you won't enjoy the spanking you get."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry Master," she replied as he began to fuck her again. It seemed like it only took a matter of seconds for a second and equally intense orgasm to build. "May I please cum again?!"

"Cum!" he said, his own orgasm threatening to burst free.

"Thank you, Master!" she screamed just before she went over the edge again. Oliver Thrust into her hard as her warm velvety soft pussy clamped down on his cock. He groaned loudly and stood on his toes as every muscle in his body went taught as he flooded her quivering pussy with his cum. He lowered himself down, letting the swing take his weight as well as hers, breathing hard. "That was wonderful, thank you, Master," she said breathlessly as she used her head to gently nuzzle his.

"You played a part in how good it was too, you know?" he asked before lifting his head and beginning to passionately kiss her.

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The next morning, Oliver and Kara walked arm-in-arm into one of the many courtrooms at The Star City Courthouse. He was dressed in a dark grey suit with a matching tie, black undershirt, belt, and shoes. She was dressed in a light blue suit jacket, a matching skirt that came to her mid-thigh, a light pink undershirt, and black stilleto-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair was styled into an elegant braid. As they entered they saw Laurel dressed professionally in a dark blue suit jacket and matching skirt with the black wedge-heeled shoes. She sat at the prosecution's table reviewing her notes. On the other side of the court's center aisle sat Harleen dressed in a knee-length pink dress with white wedge-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair was styled into a ponytail. Next to her was the public defender assigned to her case. A young woman who looked to most likely be fresh out of Law School. Her dark hair hung down freely to her shoulders. She was dressed in a red suit jacket with black trim, a matching skirt, and red stilleto-heeled shoes.

As they made their way to the front row to sit behind Harley, Oliver noticed a middle-aged man in a dark brown suit sitting in the far corner of the back row on the prosecution's side of the room. His graying hair still showed streaks of red, he had a thick mustache and thick glasses. Oliver tilted his head slightly as he looked at the man. He looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Court is now in session, all rise for the Honorable Judge Maxwell Henderson presiding," the bailiff said before everyone rose to their feet. A tall thin man with a heavily receding hairline walked to the bench and sat down.

"You may be seated," he said as he adjusted his robe.

"Case 6524, Your Honor, one of the Judges Aid's said as she handed him a file.

"Thank you," he said as he opened the file, skimmed its contents and closed it. He turned his gaze to Laurel. "Miss Lance, the people are not pursuing charges against Doctor Quinzel, do I have that right?" Laurel stood at her table.

"Yes, Your Honor. Had it not been for Doctor Quinzel tipping off the police on several occasions the attacks perpetrated by an individual known only as 'The Joker,' would have been far more successful."

"I see," he said rubbing his chin before turning his attention to Harleen. "Doctor Quinzel, you willingly joined up with this 'Joker?'"

Harley and her lawyer looked at one another. Oliver and Kara tuned their hearing to them as the lawyer leaned close to Harleen. "Just like we went over," she whispered before Harleen stood.

"Yes, Your Honor, but, under false pretense."

"Excuse me, Doctor Quinzel, you're going to have to explain that one to me."

Harley's lawyer stood and placed her hand on Harleen's shoulder. Taking the signal, Harleen sat back down before her lawyer spoke. "Your Honor, it's all in my client's affidavit. Joker contacted her after escaping from Arkham Assylum where he had been under her treatment asking for her help. She acted out of concern for her patient, not knowing how dangerous he was. As soon as she realized this, she began notifying the authorities of his movements while trying not to give herself away."

"Yes, I have read the material, Miss Rodrigez. As for the motion to drop all charges, I can neither agree nor disagree at this time. This is why I have asked as close as an expert witness to address the court on this matter today. Would you please take the stand, sir?" The man Oliver had noticed stood, made his way to the front of the room, and stood on the stand.

The Bailiff approached with a bible resting in one hand. "Please raise your right hand, and place your left on the bible." The man did as instructed. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

"I do," the man replied.

"Be seated," the bailiff said.

"Can you please state your name and occupation for the court?" the judge asked.

"James Gordon, I'm The Gotham City Police Commissioner."

"Would it be fair to say, Commissioner, that you have had your fair share of run-ins with this 'Joker?'"

"More than my fair share, in the name of honesty, Your Honor."

"Can you describe him please?"

"A dangerous psychotic with no regard for human, or any other form of life. But, he is extremely charismatic and can get almost anyone to do what he wants."

"In your opinion then, is it likely that Doctor Quinzel believed he needed help and was duped into his gang?"

"Highly likely Your Honor."

"Thank you, Commissioner, you may step down." Gordon stood, stepped off of the stand, and made his way back to his seat. "Given the defendant's sworn statement, the people's acceptance of the deal, and the testimony of Commissioner Gordon, I hereby grant the motion for dismissal. Doctor Quinzel, you are free to go," Judge Henderson said before banging his gavel.

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A short time later, Oliver, Kara, and Harley sat in the living room of Queen Manor. Kara and Oliver sat on a loveseat, and Harley on a nearby armchair. She looked at the couple nervously. She had been worried that now that her case was settled and she was no longer in their custody, she would be thrown out. Seeing her nervousness, Kara reached over and gently took hold of Harley's hand.

"Relax, Harley, You're welcome here as long as you like," Kara said smiling at Harley. "Oliver and I have had a few talks over the week and we've decided that if you want to explore your submissive side, you may join us."

"Re-really?" she asked her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Yes," Oliver said with a nod. "It is one hundred percent your choice, and we won't judge you if you want to back out at any point."

"Alright," Harley said with a smile after a long silence. "I would love that!"

"Okay, I want to be clear that on occasion, I may have Kara act as an alpha when I am busy during an agreed-upon playtime, or for my amusement. Any problem with this."

"No, Master," Harley said with a beaming smile.

"You can just call me 'Oliver' when you don't have a collar around your neck," Oliver said with a smirk. "Second, what are your limits?"

"Well after Joker, the only thing I can think of off the top of my head is, no gangbangs."

"That won't be an issue," Oliver said as both he and Kara looked at her with sympathy. "Do you have a safeword in mind?"

"Clown," Harley said after taking a moment to think about her safeword.

"And if you're gagged?"

"I uh, don't know," Harley said blushing slightly.

"You'll shake your head and go 'uh-uh-uh,'" Kara said giving Harley's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Sounds good to me," Harley said with a relieved sigh.