Gotham, baby

The red sky. The gothic nightmare architecture. The weird police blimps. Yep, this was Gotham City alright.

Stopping in front of a remarkably untouched jewelry store, you and Harley take in the sights and sounds (the sounds being bullets and explosions). Harley sighed deeply, the sidecar empty and her belly filled with your *ahem* secret stuff, you could tell she had mixed feelings about her hometown.

“This place sure brings back memories, good and bad,” Harley contemplated. “I nevah thought I’d ever be here to stay for longer than a weekend, but…” she slides up into your arm. “With you here, puddin? It’ll be a return to remember. I’m sure we’ll start our first night in Gotham off with a-“

FWWOOOOSHH~

“Well, I was gonna say bang, but I guess fwoosh’ll work to- hmm?”

You both looked to see a dolphin-sized rocket barrel towards you. Harley’s acrobatic instincts kicked in, doing a sick cartwheel out of the way, but you were too distracted watching her ass spin around to dodge. Good thing you’ve still got nye-invulnerability, as now you’ve basically hitched a ride with…

“Oop, seems I’ve hit a live one~”

On the far side of this motorized monolith, brandishing the most salacious grin you’ve seen, sat a hot-shot hottie with looks to spare. Bomber jacket covering her rockin’ cans, she had some dark flight pants straining against her hefty rump, underneath which you could see an already slick spot forming. Slender arms and gloved hands lead up to her helmet-clad head, a look on her face that seemed able to make any male melt, you currently being the exception (and I guess also the rule? cause you’re the only remaini- it’s not important).

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“Hey good lookin’. Roxy Rocket, thrill seeker for all things fast,” she shook your hand before dragging you towards her in the back third of the missile. “But I may be making an exception for whatever’s going on down there~” she points to your Johnson, itself tightening against the wind and your sweats.

As luck would have it, a billboard advertising “Two-face Brand Twin Toothpicks” whipped past, snagging your trousers and her jacket along the way, leaving her rack in just a tight black tank top. Seeing your massive meat, Roxy’s eyes widened, leaning herself down to get a closer look. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I don’t how you got that thing attached, but get ready-”

She grabbed your hog and the controls, jerking both of you straight upwards.

“-cause I’m about to take you for a ride~”

Ms. Rocket then proceeded to hork down on your prevalent pillar, moaning louder and louder as you headed back down, pulling up just before you ate pavement. “Mmmhh, this thing is bumping! Tell you what, how about you be my permanent copilot?” You began to object, when she makes a hard right, pulling you back up right before you fell off. This conveniently caused your dick to shift ever so closer towards her soaked pussy, Roxy having somehow ditched her pants when you weren’t looking. “Oh you don’t get to say no with a flight-stick like that. I’m gonna be your one-and-only, and neither you nor anyone else can do a thing about it-”

But as she monologued about how you were never going to fuck anyone else ever, a near by rooftop shot a red-and-black cannonball right at the two of you. “——yyyyyyyyyyYYYYYou bottle-rocket bitch! I have ta learn trigonometry just to figure out how to friggin’ land on this thing, and now I hear you trying to horn in on my territory?” Harley yelled, restraining Roxy by the shoulders.

“Harley Quinn? Hey, this ain’t your turf no more!”

“It may not be yet, but my MAN sure as hell is!” She slammed the rocketeer back onto your slab teeth-first, looking you dead in the eyes. “So Mistah J, ya know how you’ve sorta gone easy on me and the half-pint back in Midvale? Y’know, holding this epic fuckstick back so ya didn’t break us immediately?” She kisses you on the cheek and whispers into your ear. “Make this high-octane harlot forget what rockets even are~”

That set off some primal **** within your loins, causing you to grip Roxy’s helmet and skewer her throat with reckless abandon. You smushed the bitch’s lips up and down on your mighty meat-mallet over and over again, spit and pre flying everywhere. “Glurghk! Holghk! Gangkh!” was all that could be heard coming out of the rocketeer’s newly christened face-snatch. Her mind was breaking, your raucous fucking causing all thoughts of robbing that jewel store you parked in front of to melt down her brain stem, past her rolled-back eyes, and down to her already filled mouth, trying to turn into any sort of appendage that could help polish your pole more effectively.

“Yeah, that’s it puddin,” Harley cheered, trying to steer the jet to a safe (-ish) landing. Although she found it difficult, what with Roxy’s spasming clit rubbing against the joystick, trying to suck it within itself. “Mess her up! Let her know I’m top hyena ‘round here, and she’s gonna be barely be a cumrag when we really get going,” she pulled her face up to Roxy’s barely-able-to-listen ear. “That’s right you thrill-seeking thot, enjoy this boinking while you can. ‘Cuz once we get even five other high-profile players on this team, you’ll be nothing but a distant memory. A wet dream that’s not even worth remembering. You’re gonna stand there and watch my nephew here fuck anyone he wants, maybe getting to lick up the mountain of sperm he’ll leave behind. And that’s what you deserve, you dick-thieving bit- oh shit, wall!”

You had blasted into Crime Alley, an alley so thin the rocket couldn’t turn at all. Granted, it was the world record holder for world’s longest alley, giving you ample time to think of a plan, but it also could win an award for ‘having a sturdy wall at the end of it’.

Harley shook her head around frantically, trying to see if there was anything you could use to stop or even slow your momentum. She then looked back to your hog, the balls underneath which were clearly about to burst, and a lightbulb covered in spunk bursting out of her noggin. “Time to test your upper limits, puddin. Pull outta those lips and cum forward!”

You did as prompted, slipping out of Roxy’s now loose, unfocused face and aiming towards the wall rapidly approaching you. You sprayed out a tanker truck’s worth of jizz, enough to slow you to a stop while Harley finally figured out how to cut the engine. Now you and her held tight, staying on the missile as it sputtered and popped to the ground, but Ms. Rocket? Flung straight forward, disappearing into the haystack-sized discharge pile you’ve created.

Reluctantly, Harley pulled the dazed pilot out of the pile, even the inside of her goggles having been filled with your filler, and slid her into the sidecar. “Well, that was unexpec- who am I kidding, that’s exactly how a trip to Gotham should’ve turned out. But at least instead of getting shanked, we got a new hussy you can use for your own personal purposes,” you looked around, wondering if anyone saw. “Aw don’t worry about it. Who in Gotham would care about a misdemeanor like this happening?”

You turn to Harley blankly, asking reflectively who she thinks would want to fight crime in Gotham.

“Oh goddammit, yeah one of them has prolly already got here.”

And, as if on cue, a grapple hook wedges itself into the wall between you two. Following the line up to the neighboring rooftop, you see a pointy-eared figure backed by moonlight.

“Stop right there, criminal scum!”