Can this Batgirl fly?

Getting out from bed, his rubber ducky styled slippers were waiting for him to cosy up his feet. They made cute little squeaking sounds with each step that he took, magically killing a duckling and transferring over their **** cry. Exactly how normal rubber ducks worked.

Joker then fancied to do what normal people did, even if that was boring and dull. A newspaper puffed into his hands with the front page being dominated with an article written by Louise Lane.

"One night with the Joker was better than marriage to Superman."

And included was a picture of crazed and gang-**** Louise. The knife carved smile that the joker had given her was still sliced across her face, as was the cum of the star reporter's co-workers who the Joker had morphed into a pack of hyena like demons.

The rest of the paper wasn't nearly as interesting so the Joker simply worked across the his bedroom of his fun and wacky skyscraper and opened the double glass doors that led up to the balcony. He didn't remember where he had placed the keys so he simply levitated the blonde Batgirl up and then tossed her through.

The glass broke when her prone body collided with it, breaking into dozens of sharp shards. Slowing time down just enough, he redirected the shards and stabbed them through various parts of the Bat's body, concentrating on her eyes and swollen cunt. She then flew outside, not stopping until she was over the ledge.

Then gravity took over and she fell from top of the 99 and seven-onths floor, plunging to her **** with a scream that lasted for over a minute. It was so far down that Joker couldn't even see her go spat. So after she fell, he brought her back to life and healed her before having her fly back to him.

"Please...not again." She begged him, having already been struck on this ride all of last week. She soon dropped out of earshot, becoming an unrecognisable slurry of parts once she hit the ground, only to be healed and lifted up over and over again until she learned how to fly.