Sorta well

Jim woke up wondering where he was. Which honestly wasn't really new at this point, though what was new was the pain in his fingers, which was adding to the dull thrub of pain on the side of his face that has acid burns. So new place, new parts of his body adding to the symphony of pain that was his every waking moment. He wasn't really liking his new norm.

"Hey Mr.J, how are you doing?" Harley said to Jim in her usual giggly voice. Jim turned from the ceiling he'd been looking at to her from the coach he was sleeping on, and instead of looking at Harley's face as he'd expected, instead he found himself staring into Harley's pale, bare breast. Well, Jim thought to himself that not all the new norms are bad.

Jim looked up, going from Harley's bare breast to her face, which had a rather smug look as she had clearly noticed his looking at her bare breast, and then gave them a little shake, causing them to jiggle nicely in front of Jim's face. "I'm rather well, Harley, thanks for asking," Jim said, giving Harley a wife smile before remembering his acid burns, which probably made it horrifying and shortened his smile, hoping that would lessen the horror.

Harley noticed that her bare breast had done their job of making Jim happy rather well right up until he had to smile, and then it became clear he had become rather sensitive about his burn scars, as was clear by his. He tried to make a smile that wasn't as pronounced to try and lessen the acid scaring showing on his face. So deciding she needed to get his mind off his scars, Harley decided it was time to bring up the present she had for him.

"Well, my great Mr.J. I got a great present just for you." Harley said she felt with excitement as she got up and spun around going across the room to get the gift, not sure to give her ass a good shake as she moved, which was very dangerous as she was wearing booty shorts. So Jim found himself with a rather hard morning with all her teasing of him.

Jim waited a moment for Harley to come back with her gift for him before he looked shocked at Harley as she dragged behind her present for him. Which, as it turned out, was lewdly tied up, Batgirl. She had handcuffs around her ankles and hands with a ballgap in her mouth. She was naked except for her Batgirl mask. To make matters even lewder, she was covered in ribbons that had been tied around her bust and her waist basically anywhere Harley could tie her with ribbons she had.

"So, Mr. J, do you like my gift?" Harley said with jazz hands towards the tied-up Batgirl. Meanwhile Jim started to panic because, for being suspected of knowing where the Joker's plans might be, Nightwing and Batman had done permanent damage to his fingers; he was pretty sure. So what the hell would they do to him for whatever sex play crap this was?

Jim clearly had an image of the two taking their time breaking his legs, so he had to get around in a wheelchair permanently, and that was just how they started. Then he saw Batgirl's face, and he calmed down, as while Batgirl was clearly embarrassed by what was going on, she wasn't trying to escape or really struggling in anyway.

So seeing that reaction to the BDSM treatment she was put through, Jim figured she wasn't actually Batgirl, just some poor prostitute that Harley had gotten through some service of Catwoman's penthouse. She probably had them send you a red head and had her put on the batgirl mask so he could take out any frustrations out in her he had about the bat family smacking him around.

Jim looked at Harley, who had gotten a little distressed when she saw his panic, then confused when she saw he calmed down on his own. "I like my present Harley. Though I wish you had warned me you had gotten a prostitute. For a second there, I thought you had gotten the real Batgirl, and the rest of the Bat family was going to come flying in here to do horrible things to us." Jim said with a shaky smile as Harley looked back at him, shocked. She thought herself for a moment, then responded.

"Yes, your right, baby. I should have told you I got a red-headed whore just for you, Mr. J, not some stuck-up goody two shoes who probably wouldn't know what to do with a dick if you beat her with it." Harley said a smirk on her face as she looked at the real Batgirl, who mumbled something through her gag that very much disagreed with what Harley had said.

Though Harley didn't let her say anything, instead she merely grabbed Batgirl by the head and pushed her mouth down on Jim's cock, which had started to come out of his pants. Which had been unzipped while he was asleep, giving his cock the opening it needed to spring out, and that's how Batgirl found herself being forcibly deep throating Jim's cock with Harley's hand in the back. If her head was well, the ball fag in her mouth kept her mouth open for Jim's use.

Harley, while using Batgirl as a living flashlight to get her Mr.J., moved her over to start drenching her Mr.J. lips. Soon the penthouse living room was filled with the sound of Batgirl gagging on Jim's cock while Harley and Jim's tongues fought for dominance. Eventually though, the two had to break lip contact as the need for air overcame and Jim came as Harley slammed Batgirl's head down to the hilt of Jim's cock.

So both Harley and Jim watched as Batgirl gulped down all of Jim's semen before Harley let her pull of his cock and finally breathed through her ball gag. Then Harley looked down and smiled, causing Jim to look as well and see that Batgirl had cum from her rough treatment. As clearly seen by the clear pool of lady cum at her feet.

Harley then got Batgirl by her hair and **** her on Jim's cock. So that she was now riding him cowgirl-style Harley, then moved her hands from Batgirl's hair to her waist, forcing her to move faster up and down faster. Batgirl managed to get her back in balance and was bouncing up and down with our Harley's help. Though as Harley watched him and Batgirl moan out as she rode him, a nasty smile came over her face.

"I think we can leave the whole Batgirl thing behind now, don't you? I think Mr. J is more than happy to look at your actual face as you ride him. Harley said with a sadistic tone as she took off Batgirl's mask, making Barbara Gordon clear to Jim. Now, in most circumstances, Barbara would be freaking out about having her secret identity exposed.

But not in this case, as she had to make up for what the Bat family did to Jim, which she wasn't trusted to do as Batgirl but as Barbara she could. So it would seem Barbara Gordon would have another job added to her roster. Which just a few moments before was commissioner's daughter, college student, gymnast, and lastly, vigilantly now she would have to add Jim's personal on-call prostitute to her list of job titles.

Barbara leaned forward, putting her lips on Jim's and putting her tongue deep into his as she continued to push her vagina up and down his cock. The two then reached their limits, causing Barbara to pull her lips off Jim's and cry out as she came as Jim filled her pussycat with his seed.

Barbara fell into the waiting arms of Harley, who had gotten onto the coach behind them as Jim and Barbara had been going at it. Harley reached down and began to feel up Barbara's stomach. "You know you can't have Mr. J take responsibility for a red-headed slut, right?" Harley whispered into Barbara's ears so as not to be heard by Jim.

Barbara looked at Harley for a moment, then slowly nodded. "I'll have Nightwing take responsibility." Barbara said with a blush as she looked away away from Harley as she mentioned her plan to trick Nightwing. Harley just smirked as if something she long suspected had just been confirmed.

Meanwhile, Jim, completely oblivious to the two women's scheming near him, wondered where the cat woman was and when she got back. As far as he knew it, she was going to be the one setting his medical problems straight, and considering how his fingers that had been broken weirdly by both Nightwing and Batman were tingling in weirdly painful ways, he hoped she got back soon to help him.