Emperor Joker

"Mmmh ooh, good morning master. Please allow your slut please you," sighed a soft voice that came from somewhere underneath the sheets of his giant bed.

Her hushed pleas woke the maniacal jester up by gently humming him awake, cheeping like a pretty little songbird's charming song. One whose whorish tongue was busy licking his funny bone.

He felt the girl's hot breath as her spit began to cloak him. The way she was whispering and whimpering was all transferred through her tongue, expressing so much with just the smallest of worshipful flicks. And when she parted open her quavering and split lips, her owner couldn't help but let out one of world renowned and infamous laughs.

Old Emperor Joker certainly did love to laugh. He was a comedian after all. A prankster who's punchlines were like meteorites, capable of wiping out those funny looking lizards with little arms.

Springing up with the biggest of smiles, his movement startled the cunt silly, making her flinch ever so nervously. He thought that it was so unbecoming of the girl as he heard her crying his covers, feeling her hot tears as they landed on his sickly white skin.

Such a stupid girl. A girl who he couldn't remember dragging with him for a night of never ending laughter and screams. Who exactly was she now?

Killer Frost? No, he had spent a good few hours watching the ice queen melt at the stake. The lish little ice lollies that he made from her blood and guts would most likely still be there for his more warm blooded pets to enjoy.

Perhaps that sad emo chick, Raven. She had the saddest of frowns etched on her face yesterday so he had generously volunteered to help make her smile. The reunion with her father was quite the emotional sight, especially when the big four eyed demon skinned her alive. She died and was revived over and over again, each time in a way that was funnier than the last.

No it couldn't be her either. Who was the girl who was sucking her his most holy rod?

Who was it that was making his blankets rise up in the shape of a head with two little horns? The incredible Cowgirl? Is she going to moo all crime away? Does she squirt milk at her enemies if you stick a hand through her mooing cunt?

Joker laughed again, leading to more fearful tears. From a bit further down where the sheets wasn't quite covering, the 's pump little ass could be seen with shades of black and purple bruising. A massive rip in what little remained her costume, left her lovely cheeks exposed, wiggling as it entranced him to have another spin with the good old, in out, in out.

Grabbing her bat eared cowl, he used his kyptonian strength to push Batgirl all the way down and savoured the fidgeting spasms of her throat. She was soon gagging like a sick dog, screaming as he began to squeeze on her skull.

"Half a pound of tuppenny rice, half a pound of treacle. That's the way the money goes, POP! goes the weasel. My! Your screaming feels delightful! Scream for me bitch!"

Her legs were kicking out all willy nelly, trying to make a snow angel in the bed. It was god damn hilarious. He could even control the pitch of her cries, making her go higher or lower by bobbing her head up and down his dick by using his hand.

Listen. Up and higher, down and lower. Then mute as the slut chokes to HA!

All the way up and then all the way down to shoot a nasty load of Joker juice down this bitch's throat.