Play with the clown

Unsurprisingly, for Barry, things around him don't typically happen that fast. Having access to the speed **** just makes life convenient; for him, the speed of a bullet is reduced to that of a ballon in the wind. Iris doesn't even have to worry about doing any of the household chores because he has done them all before she even goes to bed. If anything, Barry sometimes has to go out of his way to avoid using his powers to make her feel like she's helping out.

All that said, if something were to happen quickly, and Barry didn't have much time to react; well, that's typically not a good sign, for him, or anyone else. Luckily, with the power of the speed ****, there's not much in the world that can surprise him. But today is different; nothing is making any sense and the fact that shit hit the floor before he knew what was even happening is even more disheartening.

You see, everything was going great, excellent even! But ever since that menace of a man decided to strode on into the bathroom; shit hit the floor harder than actual shit does when one misses the toilet. It's a shame, their plan was absolutely full proof, since the earring's one weakness is distance; with Barry's speed, writing down the changes before they took effect would be their way to counter it. But- It was apparently not as full-proof as they all thought it was at first glance.

Not only did that guy walk into one of the four rooms in the entire space station to be void of cameras; but Supergirl too!? It was completely pointless to see what would happen when the two met, especially after seeing how Zatanna came out of her meeting. To add to that, Superman chose the worst time to fly back to the Batcave, holding multiple bags of Lucky Charms. And for obvious reasons, he switched into overprotective-mode once he realized his cousin and the reality warping pervert were in the same vicinity; and flew off, presumably to the Watchtower, leaving an abundance of Lucky Charms behind.

Just in case if his conundrum wasn't bad enough, Circe came up with the amazing idea to - in her words - 'Eradicate the feeble rubbish.' And after reminding her that the Justice League, in fact, 'doesn't' kill, she murmured something along the lines of - doing it herself - and disappeared in a purple flash.

Which left Barry.

Alone.

And.

Depressed.

Waiting for Batman's return from his post-crime-fighting nap to figure out their next course of action. Well, at least he has some Lucky Charms to keep him occupied.

It's not every day that I have a gun pointed towards my face, call me pampered, but as I stated before; I've never been mugged, robbed, kidnapped, or even attacked before. That's the main reason Mom decided to settle down in Central City, in a world full of crime around almost every corner; living in the city with the fasted hero on the planet was a smart move on her part.

Though, I'm starting to wish I've had more experience with this type of shit now. As, at the current moment, I have no idea in the slightest how to react. Ya'know, there should really be a supervillain prevention class to school; if I live to see another day, I'll make sure to change that.

I'm still not entirely sure how these earrings are working on her; Harley's obviously under its effects, seeing that she bounced up and down and made out with an **** heroine on command. Yet she's apparently not under the normality spell at the same time? If she were she'd have no problem with me knowing about her plans, or even ratting out to the heroes. What's up with that? Maybe only one of the earrings are working on her... Since she's following my normality changes to the letter, but it seems as if she's straight up ignoring the passive normality effect that comes on to everyone in my vicinity.

Now, there's this white rag, which has most definitely been dunked in chloroform. I could simply follow her orders and avoid a bullet to the brain; but also, I very much don't want to be **** around her. These earrings have not let me down so far, I have a strong bond with them, as bad as it sounds; and they're definitely more reliable than the Willy's. That plus the fact that she said she doesn't want to kill me, which, even though she's a crazed villain, I believe her. If she wanted me dead, I'd be dead by now, simple as that.

She could easily be messing me though; maybe she wants me to lower my guard and get a false sense of security then- BAM dead. But she- well- Okay okay, ignore that thought, it's only making me nervous.

I need to try something, just trust these earrings, they haven't let me down before. Why would they now?

Reaching down slowly, I grab the rag and rise back to my feet at the same speed. When I looked back up at her, the gun's still pointed towards me, but she doesn't seem upset at my slow speed, no; she seems slightly elated with her smile. As if everything's going according to her plan, whatever it is.

Okay, okay, still not shot.

With the rag in hand, I take a slow step towards the redheaded clown, then another, and another. Keeping a close eye on her the whole time; with a tilt of her head, her expression changed from one of amusement to slight curiosity.

Still no gunshot, hell, from how close we are I could probably dive for her gun, and if she genuinely were under the earrings power she'd find me taking her gun entirely normal. Though, before I do something as batshit crazy as trying to take the asylum escapee's gun; I need to affirm something.

By now I'm standing right before her, the gun she's holding nearly pressing into my chest, if she were to shoot I'd be a dead man. We're practically the same hight, maybe she's a tad taller, or that could be her heels. Anyway, raising my hand slowly, I reach out and poke her exposed midriff between the bottom of her top, and the belt above her ridiculously small pants- well, more like underwear.

Looking up to my face, Harley's not upset in the slightest, in fact, she's smirking. Alright, that's giving me much needed courage. Let's try some more. Shifting my hand down from her midriff, I reach for her smooth tighs. Rubbing my hand across her white skin feels so right, I enter the underside of her tight pants and proceed to press my fingers into the warm space that is her underwear. My hand's basically in a heater, the warmth of her ass, and tightness of her undergarment presses our skin together; I can't help but pinch her ass out of reflex. Looking up to her blue eyes, no reprimands, no kicks to the face or gunshots to the stomach; she's an actual nutjob and who knows how her brain functions, but I'm now sure that she's under the normality spell. If not she'd definitely shoot me, or if she's telling the truth about not wanting to kill me, she'd at least **** me to the ground and chloroform me as she did to Hawkgirl.

Now with enough confidence, I mudder "It's normal for Harley to drop her gun."

Less than a second after the words left my mouth, her gun slipped out of her grasp and hit the floor with a *Clunk*

bouncing behind her.

"Aw, phooey! Ay gots Butterfingers." She said dismissively, tilting her head behind her in the direction of the discarded gun.

Yes, Nice! Alright alright, stop getting turned on by the psycho supervillain; there can be time for banging later when my life isn't in danger. I remove my hand from the tight, warm, space that is the inside of her underwear. Moving my eyes up they land on- her tits- oh lord, her top shows off her bust so well, they're pushed up together, forming a darker white line where her cleavage is.

That's some good ass cleavage. It'd be hot to see her polish it with-

"It's normal for you to rub your spit into your cleavage."

Harley didn't bother to acknowledge what I said. Instead, she extends to fingers into her lips; getting them moist and sticky, then she quickly pulls out and shoves her fingers between her tits, nestling them in her cleavage. Assuming that wasn't enough for her, Harley looked down to her chest and spat a wat of saliva onto her breasts and began massaging the liquid all over her boobs, but mostly between her cleavage; as if she's lubricating the valley between her two tits in preparation for a titjob. She idly jiggles her chest in an attempt to spread the saliva, even more, sticking each breast to each other.

Okay as hot as this is, while she's distracted, I'll just walk away to safety; once there I can use the earrings to get her to remove the bombs. Easy as that! Then I can go back to my sexual conquest without having to worry about dying in a space station explosion. There are still so many things I want to do with the earrings. They make life so much easier! I don't even have to worry about school anymore, so no point in going back. I can have it become normal for Mom and Nichole to do all the chores for me; while I relax and have a random superheroine come in every morning to give me a back massage. It's not like I'd have to my Mom any rent since me staying at home would be normal.

Or hell, I could even stay on the Watchtower, I do remember the flier advertising this open expo said something about two lucky guests have the chance to stay on the ship for an extra week and see how the League lives their everyday lives. Now that I have these earrings I could make me the winner without any hassle, wait; I don't even need to win the contest! I could just refuse to leave with everyone else! I still want to find Powergirl; she was my childhood crush for years, and's the talk of the town between all the guys at school. Each of us has our own favorite heroine; some are avidly devoted to Wonder Woman, Supergirl, or Vixen. But we all can agree, for the most part, that Powergirl is at the top of the list, with her massive MASSIVE bagongos. It's not like she doesn't want people to oggle her, or fap off to pictures of her online, with that gigantic hole in her suit, she knows what she's doing.

Wow. I was trying to avoid thinking of sexual shit- Look where that got me. Okay, okay, get out of the room, then daydream. Harley is scaring the absolute piss out of me, maybe me thinking of Powergirl's boobs is my gut reaction to deal with stress? I wonder if squeezing them would be like squeezing a stress ball- No stop! Fuck! Okay, stop thinking about tits and-

Ass!

Harley Quinn's ass! She has- She- She has a perfect ass! No, the perfect ass, holy shit.

She turned around to pick up her gun from the floor. In the process, she was sticking her ass straight out, directly towards me; shaking it in my direction as if begging for me to touch it. I can't- I can't say no to that can I? Men have searched years for the perfect ass; now I feel as if I have finally found it. I was too busy looking at her chest before, which is good on its own, but still average, maybe slightly above for someone with her build.

But her butt.

Fuck. I can't explain, it's the right size, the right shape, the right everything. The whiteness of her skin in contrast to the red and black underwear- Godddam! It doesn't even make logical sense of how a person like this can exist. The perfect mixture of fat and muscle, that ass is spankable, edible even! I wonder how her posterior meat would taste- smell- Ah, alas the only thing stopping me from closing the distance between my face and her cute perky rump would be-

What?

I mean, she's obviously under the earrings spell so why am I hesitating. Honestly, as I said before if she genuinely wanted me dead, I'd be on the floor by now. It could be either the earrings making her not see me as a problem or her truly not wanting to **** me; quite frankly as long as I'm not dead, I couldn't give two shits.

Okay, that settles it, I'm going to eat Harley's fuckin' ass. But just in case- "It's normal for no one to want to shoot me." I say as I lower down to my knees, eye level to her rump.

"Hmm?" She mumbled back to me, still subconsciously shaking her ass in my face. Glancing back, she notices me right before my face makes contact with her rear.

"MmmmHhh!" I moan into her ass, the warmth feeling like heaven on earth, or- in space. It's not too soft; I can feel her forcing her ass back into my face to prevent me from toppling us both over, the smell of her skin adding to my arousal. I need more; her underwear must go!

Raising my arms up, I press them into her butt, fingers practically sinking into her meat. With a sigh, I push my face out from between her crevasse.

Seeing her strip out of her own clothes would be hot as fuck; especially if she were to do it seductively, yeah, that's what I'll do.

After removing my face from her ass, she began to lean back up. "Ah! Wait!" I say, grabbing her by the waist with my left hand, I spit on my right one and give her white ass a hard slap causing her ass to jiggle in response. Pulling my hand away, I notice a slightly damp and dark imprint, nice; unlike Supergirl or Wonder Woman, I can slap Harley's ass without too much pain.

I leave my hand cupped on her posterior for a couple more seconds, occasionally squeezing it, Huh- I forget what exactly I was going to do.

"Sooah"

"Huh?" I say, shaking my head to regain my wits, "Oh, yeah yeah, I remember, It's nor-"

"You like meh cute lil' butt?" She says, with a different tone a voice, a more- Seductive voice- Sticking her ass out, she shakes it from side to side. "Cudda jus asked sweety' it's been ages since I haddah' sum fun." She cups both hands under her butt, giving her cheeks a jiggle.

"Uh- What?" I say with genuine confusion, is she a slut that gets off by teasing her victims? I- Well, it may sound pathetic but I've never had a girl flirt with me before, so I can't say I know how to react.

"Aw, you're ah lil cutie ain'tcha?" She says before spinning around swiftly and pushing me towards the back wall hard, she has some muscles in her. I stumble over a bucket left on the floor, but before I can fall, she reached out a hand, grabbing the front of my shirt. She pushes me against the wall gently.

"I- what are you doing I didn't make you do this di-" Before I could form a functional sentence, I've cut off my her red lips coming in contact with my face.

"Mmmmmmm!" She moans into me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tongue dancing inside my mouth. And then just as quickly as it started, it was over as she stepped away from me, licking her lips. "Tasty," She said with a wink, "But I know whutcha' really want." Not even giving my time to think, she spins around on her heels and presses her perfect posterior into my crotch, thrusting hard enough aginst me to **** Big Billy into position in her crack. Holy shit, I think I'm going to blow, and keep in mind, we both still currently have pants on.

But Harley's not done yet, cause, of course, she's not. Just in case if she weren't pressing hard enough against my crotch already; she begins to lean forward, sticking her ass against me even more in the process, and push in and out, effectively dry humping me.

I can't help but close my eyes and enjoy the message. At this rate, Billy's gonna let out its energy straight into my pants, but the fact that I couldn't give a shit should be enough to explain how perfect this feels. I'm so dazed I almost didn't her thrusting stop and the white rag that appeared in front of my vision.

Almost.

It doesn't take my long to realize what's happening, especially after she clamps the back of my head and forces the cloth into my face.

"Shhhh-" She whispered, "It's okay. It's okay; you'll be fine."

I react instinctively and with my breath held, I lift my hands up to her chest. But for once not to grope some breasts; instead, I push her away from me with all the **** I can muster.

She bounces back, not resisting me in the slightest. "Yah' juss makin this harder than it needs to be, trust me; I really don't wannah hurtcha."

"Y- Yeah well- I agree, It's normal for you not to hurt me," I say with staggered breath

"Exactly! Don'tcha see!? I'm tryin to helpyah', Mistah J would just pop yah in the head and be done with it."

"Well, it's normal for him- not to shoot me either."

"Of course," Harley rolls her eyes, "But it's also normal for people not to robah' banks and paints demselves white." She gestures down to herself, "That doesn't stop us! Normal ain't our thing."

"Uhhh- You- See that cloth? Yeah, it's normal for you to put it up to your nose and breath it in for ten seconds."

Blinking a few times, she glances from me to the cloth in her hand for a few seconds.

Great, she'll inhale that, knock herself out, and I'll be long gone before she wakes back up. While she's looking down to the rag in her hand, I use that moment to dash past her; but the moment I step past her, she sticks her leg out causing me to trip onto the floor hard.

"Oww, I- Why did you-"

"Yeah yeah," She says with her hands on her hips. "I know I shouldn't be hurting yah, well, apparently being gentle with yah' ain't getting us nowhere.

"That cloth should be on your face right now!" I say, trying to crawl away from her.

"I can't do that, don't wanna disappoint Mistah J!" Harley says, before pouncing on me and grabbing my hands; she swiftly has me pinned on the ground with my hands stuck behind my back, unable to move against her weight. "I promise yah' I'll putcha somewhere safe from de explosives." She whispers into my ear.

There's no way of knowing if she's telling the truth or not, but even if she were, I'm not only worried about myself; Nichole's with the group, and if Harley's planning on detonating bombs inside the ship, Nichole could be caught in the explosion. I have to make sure she's safe. Honestly, if anything were to happen to her it would be my fault; I'm the one who got her locked in the Hall of Justice. Wonder Woman would be the only other superhero in the room, and she probably wouldn't be able to protect everyone from multiple explosions, since I distracted her and everyone else in the room with my perverted normality. At least if I didn't fuck around with them, Nichole and everyone else would be together under the watch of multiple superheroes.

Goddammit! Why do I have to have a fucking conscious, like- I absolutely hate Nichole, she's a pain in my goddam ass, but she's also my little sister, and I love the shit out of her. Fuck! I can't go **** now!

"It's normal for you to run out of the room!"

"Not right now."

"It's normal for you to get off me!"

"No can do."

"It's normal for you to fall asleep!"

"I do feel ah tad drowsy, but I'll walk it off."

What can I do? That chloroform cloth is inches from my face! And I don't know how these earrings work on supervillains, especially ones as crazy as Harley Quinn. Look, I haven't been the nicest guy lately, but come on, please! I need a superhero, where are they!? There should be a fuck ton of them on this- Wait- Zatanna!

"Zatanna! Zatanna! Zatanna!"

"Oh crap!" Harley hesitates, leaning up off me a smidge. "No no no not that tophat girl!" Her eyes dance around the room as if trying to spot where Zatanna will be.

"You should get off me, she's gonna come in any second now an-"

"Yeah yeah, everyone knows whenever yah say her name three times she'll check in on yah', but- Uhhh." She waits in silence for a solid ten seconds. "She ain't here." After a couple more seconds Harley shrugs to herself and forces my head back to the ground.

Shit, she's right- What's Zatanna doing!? Okay fine, beautiful, spectacular! Whatever there has to be another hero nearby- I glance over to Hawkgirl on the ground, and if my hands weren't held tight behind my back right now, I'd faceplant. I might not know how these earrings work on crazy villains, but I have enough experience to know how they work on heroes.

"It's normal for Hawkgirl to wake up! Please!"

"Omigod you're right!" Harley gasped before looking across the ground at Hawkgirl behind her, a second before the eyes of the heroine shot open.