Harley Quinn takes Batman's demolition to the next level

Batman awoke in a heap on the floor. Slowly, he sat up, and looked around the space to get his bearings.

He was still in the same warehouse the mad Harley Quinn had been keeping him in, that much was obvious from the wall-mounted chains and puddles of semen alone. Somehow he’d been unchained after that last knockout. From the looks of things, nobody has tried to move him - he woke up pretty much right where he would’ve landed if he fell out from the chains, and his head sure felt like it had smacked into concrete. Had luck finally found him? Was he free to run and hide before she got back thanks to the chains dropping him off at random?

“Let's test out your new settings!" a playful female voice rang out through the warehouse, striking fear and panic into Batman’s heart. He rushed to his feet, but before he could turn or make a move he was clubbed in the side of the head by a smooth long leg. His sudden standing up had made it only a glancing blow, but even that was enough to get him stumbling around the empty warehouse.

Acting fast and with an unfaltering grin across her face, Harley rushed in and pushed the taller Batman quickly against a wall with a hand pinning him there by his broad shoulder, winded back her fist, and cracked him across the face hard. In an instant, the big bad bat slumped to the floor in a heap once again, ****. Put to rest without ever putting up a fight. His decline after her weeks of torment was made obvious, and the sad sight of him laid bare on the warehouse floor was redundant confirmation of the same. Dumped on his head as he was, his dick was already rock hard all on its own.

Harley playfully cocked her hips as she looked down at him. “Loser, loser, loser! Ha!” she mocked meanly, grinning all the while.

The former psychiatrist-turned-madwoman was sure that his days as the caped crusader were through. If he knew what was good for him, whoever was under that mask would undoubtedly be hanging up the cape and cowl when they got home, if she ever let him get home.

“Cmon, Bat-brain, get to ya feet!” Batman could barely make out Harley’s taunting voice through the ringing of his ears as he came to. Blinking away the spots, he looked up to see her standing above him, beckoning with both hands. He let his gaze fall back to the cement floor, and just focused on catching his breath.

“Aw, that’s no fun!” she chided. “Cmon! Hurry up and get up so I can kick your ass!” Harley bounced impatiently from foot to foot, hands up in a mock boxing stance. The response from a groggy, long-ago-defeated Batman was the same - nothing.

“Aw, fine!” Harley said, throwing her arms down by her hips and walking forwards menacingly. “I just wanted to play - but if you’re gonna be like THAT-!”

Pulling her leg back, she swung it forward like a pendulum, smooshing her pretty little toes into the Dark Knight’s rock hard manhood. “Goughh!” the air rushed out of him and his eyes bulged. Before he knew what was happening, she was behind him, pressed up against him and wrenching him back towards her in a tight sleeper hold.

"Ya know, back in college, I was quite the athlete!" Harley Quinn whispered into the Batman’s ear as he struggled weakly, and pointlessly, in her hold. Still sore from the hit to his balls, he could do nothing but **** and sputter as the pressure began to squeeze around his neck, and Harley’s dainty legs wrapped themselves around his waist with a playful giggle. "If you wanna try and get free, then knock yourself out!"

How had he let it get to this? A psychiatrist. The legendary Batman was about to be choked out by a psychiatrist. A psychiatrist who was built so delicately - not for brute strength, but agility. The same psychiatrist who’d been knocking him out and making him cum in his pants for weeks. He couldn’t take it - how could he? How could Gotham’s sworn defender have ever let it get to this?

“Ooh, I knew it!” Harley said happily, shifting her legs to allow her manicured toes to poke at and manipulate the crotch of his Batsuit. “You’re nothin’ but a lightweight loser!”

“H-H-Har…” Batman couldn’t get the words out. The corners of his visiting were going black, and the rest was going spotty. Even free from his chains, Harley was about to prove for a second time that she was the muscled Batman’s superior. She didn’t need him tied up - she didn’t need a fluke or to get lucky. She had everything she could ever need, all the weapons she needs to take care of him, inbuilt into her gorgeous body.

Batman’s eyes started to flutter, and his head started to drift to one shoulder. He had lost. He knew it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever win again. He wasn’t sure if anyone would ever stop Harley again, with both him and the Joker out of the picture. He would’ve gulped at that thought, if only her forearm didn’t stop him - he was out of the picture. He was no longer even a concern to this woman, let alone a threat. Everything he’d done had been for nothing. And it made sense - why would she ever take him seriously with a cum-stained dick, or after seeing him chained up and asleep by her own hand (or fist) so many times?

This last horrid thought was the on one Batman’s mind as he slowly drew closer and closer to rest. He closed his eyes and stopped struggling, even leaning slightly back against her bosom, resigned to his unfortunate fate. As she choked him out, a much slower process of shutting the brain down than a simple strike to the head, his dick grew closer to bursting. It throbbed, and pulsed, and started to shake and jig, and…

Air rushed into Batman’s lungs as Harley released him, and he fell backwards coughing. Harley had shifted slightly back, so his head landed and bounced on her plump thighs before coming to a rest.

“Ha!” Harley laughed, looking down at the delirious Bat resting his head in her lap. “Betcha thought I had ya there! Well, nah, maybe at the start of this all. But you take way too long to wake up each time now, and it gets boring. Here, up you go!”

Harley moved her legs out from under him, grabbing his cowl by its ridiculous ears and pulling him up with her as she stood. As soon as she let go, Batman’s wobbly and unsteady legs became clearly apparent, amusing the dominant criminal. Unable to help herself, she reached out, planting both palms firmly onto his back and pushing him forward - already dazed and taken by complete surprise, Batman doesn’t even make it one step - he’s just immediately toppled, slipping over and cracking his head hard against the concrete in an incredibly ungraceful display, and knocking himself out.

“Oh, come on!” Harley complained. “You’d NEVER do something like that before! Now I’ve gotta wait for you again! This is your fault!”

Not seeming to accept her part in the prank’s **** outcome, Harley pouted angrily and stomped towards him. She grabbed hold of his batsuit near the collar, and dragged him up to his knees to start slapping him in an attempt to wake him up.

“WAKE! UP! YOU! STUPID! ASSHOLE!” she said, punctuating each word with an alternating forehand/backhand slap. The fearsome Batman, on his knees and held up only by one hand gripping his silly costume, didn’t stir. His arms dangled uselessly, hands half-curled up by his waist as if grabbing for tools no longer there. “WAKE! THE! FUCK! UP! BITCH!”

Harley huffed, and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. Great, he was knocked out again. K.O.’d by a push. A practical joke. What a fucking loser.

As Harley stared at his face, and his throbbing crotch, her irritation ever-so-slowly began to dissipate in favor of pride and arousal. He was so groggy, just dangling in her arms all limp. Helpless. Harley let out a small laugh, then a big one, and then a total uproar at the sight of what she’d accomplished.

"I really fucked you up, hey? You're totally ruined! I did it all for you, Mistah J." she said, wiping a single amused tear from her eye. Then, eyeing up his crotch once again, Harley bit her bottom lip. She slowly lifted her petite foot, and set it in place over the open and unprotected groin of the kneeling Batman. Taking a moment to check his face, still hanging down defeated towards his chest, she slowly began using her foot to rub small circles on his dick. "Mmm... you're getting me all wet, B-Man. Tell you what. If my foot doesn't make you spill, then I'll give you a proper fucking." she said to a room of no listeners.

Smiling and chewing her bottom lip, she leaned more of her weight into her foot, and took one hand from his costume to use her long, narrow fingers to play with her own genitalia through her spandex tights. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Batman began to stir, lifting his head still-drowsy to see Harley standing proud above him Jilling herself. At the feeling of her soft foot on his dick, he couldn’t help but moan, letting his head hang down weakly once again. His arms lacked the energy to move, and some deep part of him felt like he was no longer worthy of looking up at the gorgeous Harley Quinn as she gave him a through-the-fabric footjob right after K.O.ing him stiff.

"This has gotta be SO humiliating for you.” she said proudly. “I never imagined I'd have you on your knees half asleep and hard as a rock like this, all those years ago when I worked at Arkham... the big, mean, Batman finally gets taught some manners. The new girl on the block steps out of the office and gives that Bat-Bully a what-for! A real ass whoopin’!”

“Guhn-!” Batman let out as he shot his sperm early.

"Oop… what a shame…" Harley sighed. “Geez, B-Man, I don’t even wanna think what would happen to you if I did let your dick slide into my tight, hot wet pussy. You’d probably die. And if I started bouncing, well...”

She leaned forward, reaching out for his pulsing and shuddering cock. Her dainty hand squeezed his wilting colt through the material, cum drooling from the tip as she clutched it. Once again, Batman passed out, and fell onto his back asleep.

“…and he’s asleep for the fireworks show.” she sighed.

Harley stood back and licked her fingers clean, standing tall. Her taste buds enjoyed the generous helping of delicious bat sperm as she eyed up his folded body and stupid expression and rolled-up eyes, K.O.’d yet again, but this time by a fucking footjob. Honestly, at this point? Harley was embarrassed for him.

Wordlessly, she stepped forward and mounted his folded-back body, pressed her chest to his, and placed both palms over his mouth - smothering him in his sleep as she shut her eyes and bit her lip, rubbing her pussy over his soft cock's wet patch, letting the excitement and triumph shoot through her body all the way to a powerful orgasm.

The bat was truly done for, after all these years. and she sent him out with a whimper.