Tales from the Rot: Joker loves Meri Mint....Part 1

Wayne Manor....Gotham City.....

Susan Storm looked up at the handsome face of Bruce Wayne as she felt his dick slide inside her. “OH BRUCE,” the dark haired young woman moaned, feeling the richest bachelor in Gotham pull out and push inside her with his hard six inch cock. Her leg wrapped around the back of his muscular thighs as she felt her orgasm build. “Right there hon,” she kissed him. “Don't stop,” she begged her boyfriend.

Bruce Wayne felt the girls arms wrap around his back, and she pulled him down onto her. The Batman wasn't sure he still trusted this woman, but her story had checked out. She arrived from another universe months ago, pleading with the Justice League to help her return. She claimed to be a heroine like them in the past, but her powers seemed gone here. Unfortunately, without Wonder Woman and Super-girl, who had gone missing for almost a year now, the Justice League was low on females.

At a 'suggestion' from the Batman, Bruce Wayne took Susan in, and helped her gain her footing, hoping she'd regain the powers she spoke of. Somewhere along the line, they became lovers.

Now she was beneath him, in his large wooden bed, as the fireplace crackled. Bruce was letting her cum, feeling her wet pussy work his dick over. He desperately wanted to cum as well, but tonight he was on patrol. Joker and his violent new side-kick were reeking havoc across Gotham. Cumming made him soft, and less alert. Tired. When her body began to loosen from its stiffness, he pulled out of her.

Wordlessly, Bruce Wayne stepped out of the white linen lined bed. He began pulling up his slacks. “Where do you go Bruce,” Sue cooed as she ran her fingers on the bed, watching her boyfriend in the firelight.

The rich bachelor gave her the old line. “Chinese markets open late. I can't let things slide during tumultuous times.” He bid her farewell, and told her she could remain overnight if she wanted.

“Always working,” Sue laughed, covering herself with the sheets. She could stay, but it would be an empty bed. He probably wouldn't be back until noon. Sue yawned and then went to pick up her brown skirt, and white blouse, with the brown blazer. She'd worn this to the class she taught, a temporary job. Bruce had offered to pay for everything, but Susan Storm didn't want to rely on a man. She paid for her apartment in downtown Gotham. Well, he helped her get a high-rise.

Sue put on her boots, and walked to the hall. The raven haired woman slowly crept down the large stairs that were in the center of the manner.

“A car is waiting for you Ms. Storm,” a British accent spoke from her left, as she descended the stairs.

Sue smiled widely to the polite elderly man. “Thank you Alfred.”

The former Invisible Woman was driven a block from her apartment. She paid the cabbie, and made her way to her apartment. It was on the top floor.

A dark presence watched her from the building next door. From a gargoyle, a masked man watched the woman as she turned on the lights in her apartment. The Batman initially followed Susan out of mistrust, but now he followed to make sure she got home safely. He watched her make a frozen meal, and then watch TV with a glass of wine. There was a bank robbery that prevented him from staying with her, but he came back to see the bathroom lights on. Her clothes were on the couch, so she'd be in the bath, as per usual. Batman stayed until his girlfriend went into her room in a pink slip night gown, and turned off the lights.

And hour later....Sue Storm's apartment.

The light in the bedroom turned on. Susan put on black yoga pants and a tight white top. She then put on white running shoes. She grabbed her smokes, and some keys, but that was all, leaving her purse and ID. She took the stairs, and went out the back to avoid the doorman. The former Invisible Woman sighed, looking up to see the 'figure' was not on the gargoyle. She walked down the street. Then she made her way to the subway. She got on the train to the narrows.

A group of young thugs came up, their leader rubbing his chin at the beauty making her way to the seedier part of Gotham. “Hey Miss,” the man said looking back to his friends giggling. “Ladies like you don't go to the Narrows, what kinda fun you looking for” he was implying that maybe she was either a **** addict or a prostitute.

An old drunk sat on the bench waiting for the train. When the doors opened, a young black haired beauty stepped out. Behind her was a gang of thugs nursing bloody wounds. The girl smiled and flipped him a quarter. It was a two-headed quarter but one side had scratches.

Susan walked down the empty streets, her head high, not caring about the level of crime in the area. She saw the dimly lit gas-station that just had a sign with “AS” as the “G” was out. The gas station was run down with the bars on the window. Across from that at the end of the street, at the edge of the water was a large red warehouse. Sue walked over and saw the large lock. She opened the door and walked inside. Sue looked around at the dingy, dripping first floor of the empty building. The girl smiled, and made her way to the metal grated elevator. She swung it open, and then closed it quickly. It was another key to go to the next floor. The camera in the top corner moved to view her and Sue smiled, winked and blew a kiss.

The metal doors opened after a loud 'ding' and Sue came to a nicely lit large open space, to the right was a white bubbling pool. To the left was an elaborate make-up station. In the middle was a purple plush bed. Sue smiled. “AAAAHHHHHH!” She breathed the scents in deeply. She began to strip and throw her clothes to the ground. Fully naked, she made her way to the pool with bubbling white goop. She dipped her toe in. “Just right.” She laughed and walked down the unseen steps. Her legs disappeared in the white substance, and then her plump ass, soon her stomach was gone, and then her ample tits. She was up to her neck and smiling, but she kept walking as her head sank into the white gooey pool. Bubbles came up from where she went fully under.

Hours later......

Selina Kyle hopped from building to building in the Narrows. She reached the visual she wanted to see. The gas station with a sign that read “AS” only as the “G” was out. Her informant told her to go south in the Narrows, until she reached the gas station, then she'd find what she was looking for in the red brick abandoned building at the edge of the water.

Catwoman used her grappling hooks, provided by the Bat to swing onto the roof. Downtown Gotham was shining bright across the bay from the top of the warehouse. This must be it, she told herself. The informant told her the new form of Smylex wasn't made here, but she'd get answers. The new stuff on the streets was bad. Not deadly, and the substance wasn't addictive, but apparently the experience was. Selina moved slowly, in her black leather, seeing a large grouping of ceiling windows that looked down into the top floor. She got down and blew some random powder to detect any trip wires. Nothing. Still, she got down as low as she could and slid on the ground, her firm ass the only thing really sticking up. This was to avoid cameras. She crept to the windows, hearing no alarms. Shitty detection, thought Selina, as she peered down. The site that caught her made her gasp in shock. The green haired, white skinned form of the Joker hung from the ceiling above a bed. All she could see was his chest and above. He was smiling, eyes looking forward, with a dead stare. There was a rope around his neck. “He fucking hung himself,” Selina sighed, realizing it wasn't such a shock. He was utterly insane. His bright red lips were in the widest smile, and tongue hanging out, thick and swollen from the ****.

Catwoman wasn’t a hero or a villain, but for some reason, she felt it odd to let the Joker simply die, or hang like that if he was already dead. She still had a job to do, find the Smylex. Maybe she could do both. She found a door, and with a pick easily removed the small Master lock. Again, shitty security, she laughed and entered the building. The leather clad sort of villainess walked slowly down an abandoned fire escape stairwell. There was another door, on the floor she believed Joker had killed himself on. She picked the lock again, and slowly crept inside. The sound of a fire crackling could be heard. In front of her were boxes. The word “SMYLEXXX” was pasted on each box. The feline themed female heard a noise of movement with her ears and she climbed the boxes like a cat. The Catwoman flattened her body when she reached the top and crept to look over the edge of the wooden boxes.

Again, she saw Joker hanging there motionless, his face hadn't changed even a tick. A chair was knocked over to his right. What shocked her most was a pearly white skinned female, with green hair, kneeling so she was sitting on her white feet. Her face near Joker's crotch. Her whole nude body was white, including her ass, her ears, and even her pussy lips. It was quite remarkable. Selina wondered if she was a convert of the Joker, praying to his dead form. Her upper body rocked slowly back and forth. The Catwoman slipped quietly down the boxes, just like a cat and landed softly. This female may have some answers.

But the green haired head and body of the woman then moved to the side as if listening for something. The girl looked back to catch Selina creeping up. That's when Catwoman took in the white thick pole of a cock in the girl's hand, the tip of the cock in the girl's mouth. Her face painted white, with green eye brows, and a bright red slit of a make-up job cutting a smile on her face. The girl pulled her mouth off, cum dribbling from her lips. The white cock was still spewing cum between the girl's huge white breasts. A last blowjob, Selina wondered? His final joke?

“Mr. J?” The girl called in a ditzy voice. “I think we gawt company.” The pearly white skinned girl stood up, and turned wiping her lips of thick gooey cum. “Wheyah arrr my mannahs, I”m Meri Mint.....Meri with an I not a Y?” (Sound it out...Meri speaks kinda tough: Where are my manners). She began flicking the cum from her white fingers, her bright red long nail dripping with jizz. Selina just stared at the girl, whose nipples were green on the left, and bright red like her lipstick on the right. Trailing down her body, the Catwoman saw her pearl white pussy lips. “Nawt one for cawnversation,” the girl held her hand out still.

Just then Catwoman saw Joker's face move. “HEY SELINA!” The raspy voice of Joker called from behind Meri. Catwoman took a step back as the Joker seemingly came back to life before her eyes. “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE!” He chuckled.

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Weirdest Chapter Yet? Possibly!

These are tales from the Rot......

Joker loves Meri Mint.........Part 1

Months ago...Gotham time...not Zone time...or Earth time....Gotham....Narrows....Red Brick Building at the edge of the water.

“You need to let me go,” Mr. Mxyzptlk the little Imp from the 5th Dimension pleaded. Once again, the Joker had tricked the little imp, this time, into a box created by Lex Luthor designed to trap almost any being and nullify powers by a constant draining mechanism powered by red, yellow, blue, purple, orange, black and green Kryptonite. “What do you want the whole Emperor Joker thing again?” The imp had been tricked before and transferred 99% of his powers to the Joker.

“I'm lonely,” the Joker paced, taping a gold scepter on his chin. “I don't want that, it bored me.” He sighed, seeing Harley's wardrobe. “My former....partner....has taken her talents elsewhere.” The Joker didn't understand Harley anymore. The girl was bothersome, and now wanted to be a hero, or on the Suicide Squad, or something. Joker didn't care. She was....well...lame now....played out. “I want a soul-mate....someone who is corruptible.”

The imp watched the villain dance over to the magazine on his dresser. “HEHEHEHEHEHE!” The insane clown brought the book over to the Imp. “I want HER!” He pointed to the picture of two women. One was Kara Danvers, aka Supergirl, the other was Power-girl, aka. Karen Starr. They were lovers in National City before the disappearance of Supergirl and Powergirl (From the pages of Sue Storm readers; you might wanna delve into it, cause it won't make sense).

The hellish little imp was now laughing. “How perfect,” the being smiled. “Release me and it is done,” the imp nodded. Joker did as told. The powerful imp wiggled his nose and crossed his arms. Then he was gone.

Before Joker's eyes, a woman appeared on his purple bed, in a tight blue outfit, with black boots and black gloves, with a “4” on her ample chest.

“Where the fuck am I now,” the long haired blonde looked at herself. “How did I get in this get-up again.” The girl suddenly got scared. “Where is Durge, where is the Rot,” she began to shiver.

Joker was angry the little shit had tricked him. “Who the fuck are you? I wanted Power-Girl.”

The girl laughed. “I was her once.....Karen....Karen whats her name.” She looked at her costume. “Guess I'm the Invisible Woman again or whatever.” She then looked at the white skinned man. “JOKER!” She raised her arm to shoot a blast of invisible knives, her heroine instincts kicking back in. She'd heard of him during her time on this Earth with Kara, but never faced him. Despite her best attempts to create fields nothing happened. “Son of a bitch.”

Now Joker was intrigued, “I don't understand,” he looked at the girl's form, and then the picture of power-girl.

Sue pulled her blonde hair over her forehead. “Think shorter and bangy.”

“It is you,” the Joker leered at the blonde heroine. “How interesting.” He then retrieved as strange gun from the table. Without warning he blasted it in Sue's direction.

A green mist came into Sue's face, and filled her lungs and nose as she took in a breath. There was that familiar scent of ****, and feeling of Euphoria filling her body. Then there was a new urge, almost like glitter, but more intense. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She began to laugh. It was uncontrollable.

“Wanna hear a joke,” the skinny man in clown make-up spoke.

His white face and make-up and purple suit finally registered and Sue laughed even more. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Superheroes.” The Joker closed the gap, ready to use his skills in manipulation on this heroine in a the blue uniform.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!” She was laughing and didn't know why. “Is that it....HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Joker nodded, looking down at her as she rolled on the bed. “Superheroes are a joke.”

Suddenly the image of her husband Reed Richards came into her head. She saw herself with her team, Johnny and Ben. One made of fire. One made of Rock and the other stretched. It was making her gut hurt she was laughing so much. It was quite ludicrous remembering all their adventures which seemed so stupid. “YOU'RE RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

Joker could tell it was working. This was a slow process though, as he had never broken a hero.....

“Are we gonna fuck, or you just gonna tell jokes all night! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sue was holding her stomach now laughing at her own words. “O...M.....F.....G.....” she then stopped laughing. “Is your cock white? HAHAHAHAHAHA!” She began rolling again. The blonde's hands reached up to unbuckle the insane villains pants.

The crazy clown was taken aback. This ones already corrupted, he thought. He felt her hands grip his growing cock. He wasn't quite hard yet, she was pulling out his white meat from his pants. Joker didn't wear underwear. A big thick white cock flopped out, half hard. Joker looked down, seeing Sue had stopped laughing. “Cat got your tongue.”

Sue just looked at the huge white cock. “Nothing funny about that,” she marveled at it. She hated human dick, but there was something about this one she had to try. Not one hair, not one stubble, as if he'd never had pubic hair, just all creamy white skin. She put her mouth over the white mushroom and sucked it down her mouth, sliding the member down her throat. “MMMmmmmm,” she cooed. It tasted like, well, cotton candy, if that could be believed. She began running her tongue on the white cock. Sucking it deep into her mouth and down her throat quickly.

Joker was about to break the deal with the imp, since this girl had already been corrupted. But when he felt her lips around his cock, he melted in her mouth. He looked down to see her head sliding back and forth, feeling the wonderful stimulation of her tight wet mouth. When she moved her mouth from his cock, it still wasn't fully hard.

Susan sat back, and reached up to unzip her uniform. Questions of why she was in the uniform, and how she'd gotten her from the World Fish were leaving her mind, thanks to the Smylex. She zipped her uniform down, giving him a view of her cleavage. “Wanna be the first villain on this planet to fuck Power-Girl?”

Joker nodded. “I very much do!” He smiled with his wide red lips.

Susan pulled her uniform zipper down, and pulled apart the portion over her breasts, letting the huge orbs come free. Joker's cock now stood rock hard, and Sue smiled. “Face it Joker, you just hit the JACKPOT!”

Minutes later.....

The bed began to creak, as the nude thin white body of the Joker was ramming his huge white cock deep up into Susan Storm's pussy from behind. “FUCK ME YOU STUD CLOWN!” Sue shouted slamming her hips back, trying to get as much of that massive white cock into her wet fuck-hole. Her hair was being pulled back and she felt her ass get smacked with a white hand. “FUCK ME!” She repeated.

The clown villain had initially been apprehensive, but now he was already falling in love. This woman was chaotic and all over the place. He wasn't really doing much, she was generating all the power beneath him, slamming her thick ass into his groin. But something wasn't right. This was too easy, to simple. So he pulled his cock out, causing her to growl in displeasure. She looked back and frowned. “What gives Mr. J?” She stated, not sure why she called him that. It just made sense.

The Joker's white cock dripped with her cunty honey. He ran his fingers through his green hair. Then the deadly jester reached back, slinging a hand under a silk purple pillow. He pulled out a six shot revolver. He pointed it at Susan. A look of panic crept on her face but only for a second. “Why should I trust you,” he asked her.

Sue smiled seductively, “You shouldn't,” she crept over towards him on all fours, smiling up at him. Then she placed her mouth over the long barrel of the gun and suck it down like a cock. “But I ain't nothing but a whoooor!” Sue said, the word 'whore' came out in a long ditzy high-pitched drawl. “Go ahead and shoot.” She sucked the barrel down her mouth again. Joker looked down at the nude, sweaty sexed woman, who closed her eyes and sucked on the cock long and hard. He watched her hand moved down and over to her swollen pussy. The heroine began rubbing her vagina lips as she picked up the gun sucking pace. “Mmmmhhhhn,” she was moaning.

The villainous clown pulled the gun out. “You're TOO good to be true,” he said in a disapproving tone. “Usually that means it ISN'T TRUE!” The white hand if the Joker released the catch for the bullet wheel in the middle of the gun, and he pulled 5 bullets out. Then he snapped the wheel back into the gun and twisted it with a 'ticking' sound. He pointed it back at her. Sue took the gun back into her mouth, and returned to sucking it like a cock. Her eyes locked with his. The Joker pulled the trigger.

CLICK!

Nothing happened, and Sue didn't stop sucking the barrel. Her hands left her pussy, her eyes still locked on his crazy large eyes. Her left hand reached for his tight ball sack, and her right hand went to the hand Joker was using to hold the gun. She moved her thumb and **** him to press the trigger.

CLICK!

To say the Joker was now aroused was a slight understatement. When Sue pulled her mouth off and then turned her body, so her ass, and dripping pussy were facing him, he all but lost it. “Put it in theyah Mr. J,” she spoke in that squeaky drawl again. The clown dipped the barrel of the gun into her pussy, feeling her wet walls as he pushed it to the bullet chamber. “OHHH BABY!!” She moaned rocking her hips, fucking herself onto the gun. Her hips began to buck faster and faster. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK YEAH! PULL IT! PULL IT MR. J!” She shouted.

A stunned Joker pulled the trigger, with the barrel deep up Susan's pussy.

CLICK!

“OH GOD YAAAASSSS!” Sue cried out, her pussy clenched the barrel of the gun, and Joker felt her juices as they sprayed back all over the gun and his white hand. Susan Storm had one of the most intense orgasms of her life on the barrel of a loaded gun.

She finally pulled her pussy off the gun, and the Joker sat back at the head of the bed, resting on the pillows. His cock standing straight up, the gun in his hand standing straight up, dripping with her pussy juices. HE was dumfounded. He just lay there watching this beauty. She now stood up on the bed, and walked over with juices rolling down her creamy thighs. Sue straddled him and shot down quick, her knees at his sides. She grabbed his pearly white dick and sat down on it. Her pussy walls now fully engorged from multiple orgasms, she was somehow wetter and tighter. He grunted as she sank that pussy onto his villains dick.

She began to hump him hard, riding like it was her last thing on Earth. “I ain't no good for nuthing but fucking and doing **** Mr. J,” she laughed. “Probably better awwff dead.” She was really fucking him hard now, her pussy squishing around his dick. She then shocked him by quickly pushing the gun in his hand to his chin, and holding his mouth closed with the other hand. Her body went back as if to prepare for incoming. She put her hand in front of her face.

His eyes shot open as she felt him **** his white finger to push the trigger.

CLICK!

“HA,” Sue put her hand down and laughed, moving up and down on his cock. “Looks like we're both getting lucky tonight.” She then felt his white hands grip her ass, his head fell back and eyes rolled. He was moaning with her hand over his mouth. Her pussy felt the familiar burn of hot cum. “Looks like there is a gun going off after all. HA!” She joked.

The game worked on his mind, the teasing, the danger, the excitement. Joker was having one of the most memorable orgasms of his life. This woman was insane. He loved it. He just kept cumming, his tongue hanging out in devilish smile. Sue felt her womb, and her tunnel full of hot clown seed. “Just so you know, I'm not REALLY on buuurth control ovah heyah, and I don't think I have a control colllah.” She ran her hands on her neck, nope, it wasn't there. She looked down at the smiling evil clown with green hair, and pointed the gun back in his face waving it playfully. “Just so you know, you're playing Russian Roulette with TWO guns Mr. J!” She thought her was done, so she pulled her pussy off his cock, but the white dick still spewed. “Guess ya kuynda lyke me,” she was speaking more in that ditzy drawl by the moment.

Joker was literally motionless in the bed, experiencing the powerful orgasm. The girl moved to his crotch and sucked his huge dick down her mouth. Joker growled in approval as he watched the blonde head move up and down, and felt her suck down his cum. When she felt the last spurts fill her mouth, she pulled her mouth away, and licked his tip one final time.

Her nude body moved up to rest against his ivory form. Her pink hand still stroked that white cock. Sue was licking his ear. “Mr. J?” She asked. “Can Iyee get some mooore of that laughing gas shit.”

The clown prince of crime again was pleasantly shocked, and handed her the gas gun, which she eagerly fired into her face. She began rolling with laughter once again. “So I used to be part of this DUMBASS hero team,” she chuckled, and then she began telling the story of the herself, and the Fantastic Four. She felt he only wanted to here about that, her time as a heroine, and not the other stuff.

The Joker would chime in with whatever jokes he thought necessary, but she was WAY past needing being corrupted. “So you're married to the scientist guy?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sue was holding her gut. “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?”

“Judging by tonight,” Joker jested, “I think we can rule out the FAITHFUL part.” He spanked her ass and it jiggled.

“HEHEHEHEHEHE!” She was losing it over how funny this villain was. “Shhhhh,” she held her finger to her lips. She was stroking his white cock with the other hand. “You wanna here a BIG joke.” She moved close to his big white ears and made a Groucho marks motion with eyes and used her hand to mimic a cigar. “Reed Richards abilities in the sack.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The laughed together.

Sue was pumping his dick with fervor now. He hadn't gone soft since she had it in her mouth hours ago. He wanted to fuck again, but she disappointed him when she stood up off the bed. “I'm baawd (bored),” the nude blonde walked over to the window and pulled aside the large valor purple blinds. “Is that gas station open....let's get fawties (40s).” She heard herself. “That laughing gas really dus a numbah on yah vocal cawds (cords).” The girl then walked to the large boxes that were turned into a closet with an assortment of outfits. There was numerous outfits, obvioulsy female. One was a red and black checkered jumpsuit with a jester hat that had floppy portions with bells on the end. “Who was your last guurl.”

“She went....well....good.....” Joker moved so his legs were dangling off the bed. “You can't save them all.”

“Boo,” Sue looked back at him with a fake sad face, twisting her fingers next to her eyes. Sue looked through the outfits, trying to find SOMETHING to put on. “Daddy's lil Monster,” she cringed. “Who dressed this girl.” She finally found something suitable. It was a dress, checkered but gold and black. She grabbed it off the rack and slipped it over her head.

Joker was walking over gazing at her body in the dress. It was a little 'tight' to say the least, and he groaned in quite approval.

“What's with yah guurl,” Sue looked back laughing. “She ain't gawt a tit or an ass on her.” She held her tits and bounced them, showing him they were about to pour out the tight dress. She then twirled, and groped her but cheeks in the dress. The blonde looked at herself in the full length mirror, happy that her ass was barely covered. “Told yah, you hit the Jackpawt Mr. J.” Sue helped herself to the shoe collection, and found a pair of gold ankle strap peek-toe high heels, with a black thick heel in the back. She slipped them on.

She then did a twirl for him, seeing his approving lustful gaze.

Joker pulled on his purple slack, and his yellow vest. Susan helped him adjust his purple bow-tie. Then she helped him with his flower, which he sprayed in her face. It was the laughing gas, and Sue began chortling with glee once more. She loved this ****. She put her hand around his waist and reached into the waistband of his pants, he expected her to grab his dick, but instead, she gripped the long barrel revolver and pulled it out.

They stood arm in arm, in front of the mirror, Susan Storm and the Joker. Two people who shouldn't have ever met. A villain and a heroine separated by universes. A clown and an Invisible Woman. Two opposites at one point, now quite similar. A crazy pyscho and a crazy whore.

“Way to they get a load of us,” Sue laughed.