Reaching the Tower, New infos about Poison Ivy

((Thanks for Gotham for the Sex between Barbara and Harley :)

As soon as Batman had the heavy vehicle back on the road, even he allowed himself a broad grin. The sex had been really good and he was sure that the cameras had captured everything well.

The streets were almost deserted and the few people who were there stared at the Batmobile as it thundered past them.

Harley sat next to him and started babbling away, sometimes so chaotically that she couldn't even follow herself. It was clear that the event had left its mark. Even if she wasn't as crazy as she was with the Joker, she was anything but mentally stable. Bruce knew that his mysterious masters were against her staying, but he had been able to convince them. But he also knew that her personality was unstable. Besides, she was so crazy that classic brainwashing wouldn't work on her.

However, he now had other things he was more concerned about. He hoped Barbara had seen the new video and that he would get the lesbian and threesome scenes right.

Night had a firm grip on Gotham City as the Batmobile drove with its characteristic hum over the deserted streets. The city, which never really came to rest, shimmered in the pale light of the streetlamps, while dark clouds covered the skyscrapers. Batman, in his iconic suit and with the steady beat of his heartbeat, sat at the wheel of the legendary vehicle. Next to him, Harley Quinn's bright colors popped into view, her snow-white skin glowing brightly in the darkness. If someone saw them now, it would be hard to believe that the two of them had just been making out on the hood.

Harley, tirelessly optimistic even in the most peaceful moments, giggled softly and hummed a happy song, the words of which were lost in the silence of the car. But Batman was lost in thought, his eyes focused on the road. He was already planning how to stage the next scene for his masters. If all went well, Barbara would have prepared the new video already, if not, he would have to hope for Harley's horniness. The gentle rumble of the engine and the occasional squeal of the tires were the only sounds that floated between them.

“You know,” Harley finally began, her giggles dying down briefly, “I've heard that the clock tower has a very special view of the city. Do you think we could throw a little party up there? Just the three of us and some tasty snacks!” Her voice was imbued with a childlike enthusiasm that could easily soften even the most stoic character.

Batman wasn't even inclined to answer her. Instead, he let the thought of Barbara Gordon circle in his head. She was one of the few allies he had already brought under control. Thanks to the hypnosis videos, she was, without realizing it, loyal to him and thus to his own masters.

The Batmobile turned into a narrower alley without warning, past graffiti-covered walls and abandoned shops. Gotham was a mosaic of stories and secrets, and every time he drove through these streets, Batman remembered all the times when crime had taken hold of the city. But this time was different; Harley was with him. She wasn't an enemy and not an ally in the classic sense. She was the unpredictable that his masters feared, but even they had to admit that Batman had used her perfectly in the **** of Heller. When Batman started killing, all hell broke loose, but he had manipulated Harley so perfectly that she thought she was just helping him without realizing that he had long been enslaved.

“It would be really great if we could just forget our worries for once, wouldn't it?” Harley continued, as if she wanted to break the silence that Batman appreciated so much. “I mean, who needs all these heavy things? Let's just have fun! Barbara sure had fun watching, didn't she? And if not, we can do it again in front of her, right?”

Her lightheartedness was infectious, but Batman remained untouched. He heard the sound of her giggling, which sounded like the chimes of the city in the distance. It was the echo of the craziness that so often haunted Gotham. At that moment, he decided not to comment on her spontaneity. Perhaps it was better if the words remained unsaid.

“I learned a new trick!” Harley exclaimed, clapping her hands enthusiastically. “Do you know how to make the perfect pie on the fly? It only takes a few ingredients and a little...creativity! What do you think about a chocolate-banana pie?”

Batman avoided taking his eyes off the road, even though he smiled inwardly. Her penchant for the unconventional was both fascinating and disconcerting. He imagined the delicious dessert on a table in a small, cozy corner of the city, surrounded by friends, laughter and the warmth of happiness. But here and now, the image was unmistakably fleeting. He was amazed that his masters controlled him so perfectly that he was still capable of such thoughts. His cock twitched in his pants as he felt the liberating sense of submission. The real Batman was still there, but everything now took a back seat to the orders of his mysterious masters, and Batman wanted it to stay that way.

Finally, they reached the clock tower, which stood ruggedly against the night sky. The tower was an icon, a relic of the past that defied modernity. Batman parked the Batmobile and got out, following the compact patter of Harley's steps, which seemed like a living beam in the darkness.

When they reached the entrance, the door opened with a quiet squeak. Barbara was already waiting for them, cool and focused, her face illuminated by the blue-green light of the computer screens. The room was full of technology, but also of the power Gotham needed. Batman's serious expression softened for a moment as he nodded at her.

He could clearly see how horny she was. The hard nipples pressed through the suit and her pupils were slightly dilated. Her breathing, slightly faster than normal, immediately revealed her lust and aroused state. Either the video had worked or the voyeur site he had planted in her was enough. Despite her seemingly cool manner, she was a **** to her lust.

“I hope you don't bring any trouble with you,” Barbara began, although her comments were always accompanied by a touch of humor that held the team together. “I have some important data that I wanted to go over with you,” she said before hugging Harley. Batman watched calmly as the red latex fit Harley's tits pressed against Barbara's.

“Data is important, but do you have any sweets?” Harley grinned mischievously and jumped onto one of the chairs around the large table. “I could use some snacks to digest all this information! Besides, the ride was really exhausting. Really fulfilling. So totally hard! Really wild!” she laughed.

Barbara shook her head, but her eyes sparkled. “As always, you're the cheerful soul, Harley. Maybe we should use your enthusiasm to lighten the mood during our meeting,” she said suggestively, unconsciously licking her lips.

Batman looked at the two women standing in front of him. Amidst the shadows and darkness, an unexpected friendship had formed between them. He knew that the balance between light and darkness was a challenge, but at that moment everything felt right. The mission was clear, the task was important, but the connection between the two had to become even hotter. Batman’s masters had broken him with a combination of sex, brainwashing and chemical ****, or so he suspected, and so his approach was similar to Barbara's.

“Let's get started,” Batman finally said, his voice firm and determined. “Gotham needs our help. And this is our way of giving something back to this city.”

The debriefing had been going one for an hour and a half already. Harley was turning out to a treasure trove of information on all of the costumed criminals of Gotham’s night life. While so much of it was basically gossip, who had had sex with who, why they broke up, it was making so many other things click into place in ways that Barbara and Bruce had never expected. The encryption key on the Pamela Isley ‘s, AKA Poison Ivy, cloud back up was the date that she had had a one-night stand with Edward Nigma, AKA the Riddler, and the password to her bogus Job Link account that she used to find and target rich men was the date that Harley gave her a flower back when she was working as a doctor at Arkham.

„So yeah, Red is still looking for rich goons to mind job, and then kill, “Harley shrugged, „Can’t say that I blame her for getting a few to scratch her itches before she killed them, I mean, as much as I love some girl on girl, nothing beats a nice hard cock, right Bat Babe? “

Barbara blushed. „I've seen how much you like that, Harley! I mean... I've been keeping a pretty close eye on the car! Dick and I trust you, Harley, but... well... this is new for us. We've fought against you for so many years... and now this... I mean... you and Bruce... that's... quite an explosive mixture, isn't it?”

Harley giggled cheekily when she heard that. She could well imagine that Barbara had certainly taken some great shots. “Hey! You have to send me a copy of it! I want to see it as a good night movie! Hihi!” she laughed and jumped cheekily up behind Barbara and hugged her in the best of moods.

Batman noticed that Barbara didn’t make any move to remove the blonde’s hand nor did she show any signs of discomfort at the touch. He in turn, turned to face a terminal and began to punch in info to do a search. The search came back with results that didn’t come up on the screens, just like he planned.

„I will be right back, I need to use the basement terminals to access this, “Batman grunted with just enough annoyance to make it convincing, „Stay here you two. “

Batman left the central construct of the bell tower and left the two alone. He was convinced that the two would soon turn on each other. Harley had always been a bisexual personality and the little number in the alley had probably just been a warm-up for her. The video he had sent to Barbara as a precaution had probably also been met with an open mind. The fact that she was a fresh voyeur on top of that was pretty aroused could only help him. Even though he had actually wanted to stick with it and then get in later to make the best possible movie for his masters, the conversations with Harley had simply revealed too many new options. Not only did he now have inside info on some of the city's criminals, but more importantly... he finally had info on Poison Ivy. She was a fundamental part of his plans with Superman. His masters had made it clear to him what they expected and with the help of Poison Ivy, this plan would be much, much easier. He had been looking for a lead on her for days, but Pamela was pretty good at hiding. But with this information, he finally had a chance to access her data. He would never have come up with that password, he had to admit that, but Harley was a treasure. When he arrived in the tower's separate room, he looked at the cameras that showed Barbara's main room. At the same time, he typed a message to his masters. It was important that they were informed that there was news. For a moment he wondered whether he should mention Harley's involvement, and decided to do so.

The pair of women waited for Batman to go into the elevator and descend to the basement.

„So, what is all this? “Harley asked pointing her thumb over her shoulder to the computer monitor.

„That means he's got something planned. Something that doesn't involve you or me. He's got his little contacts that he doesn't want us to be aware of, you know what he's like. But if I had to guess... he probably just wants to recharge his batteries a little. After all, you two were pretty... let's say... stormy! Either that or he's checking out what your data is worth. So, I'm guessing it's both!” Barbara said, „He can only access it on specific terminals and with no one else around if it is about the Data. If not... he stays in his Room for some recharging.”

„Yeah, that sounds like all Mr. B! “Harley shrugged and then chuckled.

„You are completely bi, aren’t you? “Barbara asked, her arousal clear even to the crazed clown girl.

Thanks to the videos from Bruce, she was clearly more sexually oriented than normal. The video she received today was full of subliminal and obvious hallucinations of Light. Bruce had made sure that she wanted to fuck Harley. Even though he was already aware that Barbara was sexually open, he couldn't take any chances. His masters wanted a good movie. So, Barbara's thoughts revolved around sex the whole time.

„Yep, I am a complete nympho slut, boys, girls, sissys, kings... whatever, “Harley said proudly, „When is the last time you lezzed out Bat BABE? “Barbara blushed and looked away to a monitor. „Oh, don’t give me that, “Harley said, „I don’t need multiple PHDs to recognize when someone has the hots, especially for me. Besides, it doesn’t matter what Mr. B is doing down there, it is going to take him a while to find whatever bone he is looking for in that giant bloated file so we got time to kill Bat Babe. We could use the time. You know! I finally know what it's like to fuck Mr. B! He even fulfilled a childhood dream of mine when he did me in his car! And now I have the opportunity to do it with you! I mean... we could have so much fun, right? Is there a... bed here?”

Barbara grabbed Harley’s wrist and dragged her into a side room in the clocktower, she started to strip as soon as she got inside. Harley saw the mattress set up over the metal boxes over the gear shafts and smiled.

„Is this being you and Nightwing use to hook up? “Harley said as she started stripping.

„Him, Black Canary, and a few others that Batman isn’t supposed to know about. “Barbara said as she kicked off her shoes and pulled down her panties and pantyhose.

„Laser hair removal, nice! “Harley giggled, „You sure Mister B doesn’t know about this little love shack? “

„Absolutely, “Barbara lunged at Harley kissing her on the lips.

*

In the basement, Bruce adjusted the focus and direction of the hidden cameras to get a good close up of the two women sharing the saphiric kiss.

He hadn't received a reply from his masters yet, but to be honest, he didn't expect one anymore. He had since found out that at certain times, a reply took longer. This either indicated a different time zone or that his mysterious masters were busy with other things. But while he kept an eye on the screens to see what the two were doing in the bedroom, he was already accessing Pamela's protected servers via the tower's networks. Harley was right! The password gave him full access. He wasn't as good as Barbara when it came to hacking, but he could find his way around without her. The most important thing was a back door. Maybe sooner or later Poison Ivy would find out that Harley was working with Batman. That would lead her to change the password. And so, he set about ensuring that he would still have access with a new password. Pamela was a gifted biologist and chemist, but she was no computer cracker. He recognized the handwriting of Edward Nigma in the data structure of the cloud!

*

The pair giggled as their hands automatically slipped to each other’s laps and started to rub and fondle each other’s pussies and clits.

„You are so smooth, “Harley giggled.

„Laser hair removal, I am guessing you have had the same, “Barbara smirked,

„Smooth mounds make a girl more girlie, “Harley smiled before kissing Barbara again.

Harley moved to sit on the mattress and Barbara moved to mount the leg of her blonde lover. Both women started to rub their thighs against each other’s clits and wet lips as they kept kissing like reunited lovers. Slowly Harley pulled back from the kisses and smiled at Barbara.

„You know, I do kind of owe you for that time, “Harley said, „Let me make it up to ya, Red... “

Harley started kissing Barbara’s neck and slowly, kiss by kiss, started making her way down Barbara’s neck, collarbone, chest, bosom as her hand wandered over the red-haired woman’s body.

„Oh God, don’t stop, “Barbara moaned.

Harley swirled her tongue around Barbara’s left nipple sending a cascade of moans, shivers and shakes up and down the red-haired woman’s body.

„You like that? Ya’ll loves this, “Harley giggled.

Harley started to thumb Barbara’s clit and rubbing the red head’s pussy lips with her fingers. Barbara moaned and mewed under Harley’s manuel stimulation.

„Stop teasing me, “Barbara gasped at her blonde companion.

„You asked for this! “Harley smiled, „Open wide! “

Harley shoved her trigger and middle finger as deep into Barbara’s wet and waiting pussy. Barbara gasped in shock and then started to moan in pleasure again.

„Rubber Gloves? “Harley spoke, spotting a box next to her, „Hmmm... “

Harley removed her hand causing Barbara to whimper. As Harley put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves, she spotted the bottle of lube and a smile crossed her face. Barbara then gasped as Harley stuck three gloved and lubed fingers into her pussy and then shouted in surprise as Harley stuck her other hand’s thumb into Barbara’s anus.

„You like that? “Harley asked.

„Oh god! YES! “Barbara moaned as Harley pumped both holes.

Harley leaned in and started to lick and suck at Barbara’s clit as she added another finger to fucking Barbara’s pussy and switched the thumb in the ass to two fingers.

*

Batman frowned, Harley was in the way and the cameras were having a hard time seeing what the blonde was doing to the red head. He could get such better footage if he was in there with them getting the shots to show off their fucking, but as it was, he had to count on the multiple hidden cameras to pan and zoom to get what shoots they could of the pair as they dyked out like porn stars, they didn’t know they were now. It was clear that Barbara was a natural at this, the faces she was making would be great for snap cuts and how she was playing with her tits while Harley fisted her holes.

*

„Oh, God.... I’m cumming... “Barbara gasp as her body started to spasm and her pussy splattered Harley’s face with her squirting orgasm.

„You love that did you? “Harley grinned as she licked some of the female cum off her face, „Let me show you my next trick. “

Harley pulled her hands back and pulled off the gloves before flipping Barbara over so she was on her face and knees and started to lick out Barbara’s pussy.

„Oh fuck! “Barbara’s eyes crossed.

Harley looked up at where she would put a hidden camera and smiled for an instant before winking and going back to sticking her tongue completely into Barbara’s pussy. Barbara moaned and absently played with her tits as Harley licked her pussy. The Orgasm built in her pussy and then exploded as she squirted yet again on Harley’s face and her body rocked and convulsed from the **** of the orgasm.

„Thank you doctor! “Barbara whispered as the orgasm subsided.

Barbara rolled over and Harley crawled up to face Barbara. The pair kissed and Barbara licked her own cum off of Harley’s face as the pair giggled.

„You are a naughty dyke, “Harley teased Barbara.

„So are you, “Barbara giggled back at Harley.

Barbara looked over at a pair of spare Batgirl cowls and a wry smile and a smirk plaid across her face next. She reached out and grabbed them, handing one to Harley before putting her extra on herself.

„Put it on... Bat-blonde! “Barbara said.

„Yes Bat-Babe! “Harley giggled as she took the spare cowl.

Barbara fixed Her’s in place and pulled her red hair out a hole for a pony tail before getting up and helping Harley with hers. She then laid Harley on the mattress before giggling and kissing her again, before kissing her way down Harley’s naked torso. She paused to kiss and licking Harley’s belly button.

„Oh, yes! “Harley moaned as she responded to the oral stimulation.

*

Bruce was rock hard, and only the commands to make sure he could make a porno of these two kept him from just wipping out his dick and beating it.

His masters would be very pleased, but that wasn't what made him so happy. Rather, it was the fact that he had received two pieces of good news at once. Firstly, the program that was to program his latest guest in the Bat-Cave was completely downloaded. The biodata from the capsule of the Kryptonian clone indicated that the neural structure was almost completely generated. At the moment, the empty shell was processing the new data. He was impressed. He knew that she was a clone of Supergirl, and that she was significantly older than her original was also known. But that was not all. Subtle changes in the DNA structure of the genome had probably completely eliminated the vulnerability to kryptonite. On top of that, she was better able to absorb sunlight than Superman, but that was something that had nothing to do with the cloning process, but rather that female Kryptonians were generally better at it.

The second piece of good news was that he had located Poison Ivy's hideout. Just the thought of finally being able to carry out the plan against Superman almost made him cum.

*

Barbara hoisted Harley’s knees over her shoulders and started to lick and suck Harley’s clit.

„Ready to get fisted? “Barbara asked.

„Please? “Harley moaned as she hooked her ankles behind Barbara’s head.

Barbara grabbed a rubber glove and the bottle of lube and prepped her left hand.

„On three... “Barbara stated.

„One, “Harley moaned.

Barbara placed a finger at the bud of Harley’s anus.

„Two, “Harley Gasp.

Barbara rubbed lube around the entrance.

„Three, “Harley closed her eyes.

Barbara slide two fingers into Harley’s ass, making Harley gasp and call out.

„Yes! “Harley screamed, her voice dripping with pleasure.

It didn’t take much before Barbara had her whole gloved hand in Harley’s ass and was fisting her with abandon, causing the blonde in the Batgirl cowl to moan and scream with pleasure.

„You like that? You like that your anal slut? “Barbara growled.

„Yes! “Harley screamed.

„You are an anal slut, but you got this from Batman, how else did you escape all those times?“ Barbara mocked her.

„I’m Batman’s anal slut!“ Harley called out as her body gave way to the orgasm.

„Yes you are!“ Barbara laughed, „Now I want a taste of your honey!“

Barbara pulled her fist out of Harley’s ass and pulled off the glove before grabbing the blonde’s thighs and going back to kissing and licking at Harley’s clit and pussy. She worked her way to licking deep within Harley’s pussy bringing the Blonde to another orgasm.