DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters featured in this story, it is a work of fan fiction.
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Issue 5: Don't Fuck With Crazy
'This is... this is certainly something,' the red hooded man mused as he stared at the laptop screen.
The laptop was sitting in amongst a desk covered in electrical equipment, all of which, from afar seemed to just be random garbage, but to him, all had purpose. The hooded man's name was Anarky, and he was not alone in his workshop, standing behind him was the owner of the laptop; Harley Quinn.
'Do ya think you can do it?' Harley asked, she was now wearing a naughty nurse outfit.
Anarky stared at Harley through her reflection in the laptop screen. 'It shouldn't be too difficult,' he said, now beginning to type code. 'What you want me to do though, could put me in a bad place with a lot of people.'
'So what, we're bad guys right?' Harley said, smirking crazily at the hooded man.
'I'm not like you,' Anarky said, somewhat annoyed. 'I actually respect Batman, even though he doesn't take it far enough.'
'So will you do it or not?' Harley asked impatiently.
Anarky narrowed his eyes and continued to look at Harley's reflection for a moment, in a way Harley suspected was lustfully. 'I'll do it,' he said, smirking. 'But I'll need something in return.'
Harley rolled her eyes, having been through this enough times already. 'Fine,' she said, as she undid her top and revealed her huge pale tits to the young man, his back still to her.
'Whoa,' he said, finally turning away from the laptop as he slowly swivelled his chair to face her, a dumbstruck look replacing the smirk on his face.
Harley grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. 'You can fuck me however you want, that's what you want right?' she said.
Anarky looked down at his hands which were groping Harleys' massive jugs and then quickly back up to her face, clearly at a loss for words. 'What are you? A virgin or something?' Harley questioned as she stared into his blank expression. 'This might actually be fun!' She said pulling his face towards her and shoving it into her bosom. 'I've never made someone into a man before!' She exclaimed in glee.
Anarky's hands dropped to his sides. 'Hmmppf!' Anarky exclaimed, voice muffled by Harley's huge pale tits.
'Come on!' Harley squealed, as she reached down to unzip his jeans. 'No need to be-' But when Harley reached his crotch, she didn't feel the hard cock she was expecting.
'Hey!' Harley exclaimed, boobs still pressed against Anarky's face. 'What gives?'
'I'm gay!' Anarky called out.
'What?' Harley said, looking down through her tits in confusion. 'Then what did you want from me?'
'Money,' Anarky said. 'Obviously I was expecting money.'
'Oh...' Harley said. 'I guess I can... I can give you money,' Harley said, somewhat deflated.
'Great,' Anarky said somewhat annoyed. 'Now that that's sorted... can you get your tits out of my face so I can get to work?'
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At Huntress's Place
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'I have to say,' I said, staring at Huntress's unbelievable body, still wet from the shower. 'I wasn't expecting you to say that.'
I couldn't believe how incredible her body was. In fact, the only thing I could think of at the time that could match the shape of her body was the beauty of her face. She looked like a younger, and somehow hotter version of Selina Kyle, from her huge cat like eyes to her thick lips which at this time were positioned as a knowing smirk.
It almost seemed impossible how long I stared at her, taking in every inch of her body as the streams of water that ran down from her soaking wet hair reflected in the moonlight. For all I knew I spent hours taking in her gorgeous perfectly shaped breasts, round and enormous with just the right amount of sag.
I felt tempted to ask her to turn around so I could get a better view of her ass, from where I was standing I could tell it looked amazing. Everything about her felt other worldly, like she was carved by the gods themselves, built entirely for mans' pleasure. 'And tonight,' I thought to myself, unsure if I was being lead more by actual lust or the toxins in my system. 'The pleasure is all mine.'
'Are you from the past?' I questioned as I examined her soaking wet, neatly trimmed pussy.
Huntress grinned. 'No,' she said, moving towards me. 'Why do you ask that?'
'You just look a lot like someone I know but... younger,' I said as she stopped, inches away from me.
She grabbed me by the chin and lifted it up until I was looking her in the eyes once more. 'If I told you who I was, or where I came from, you wouldn't believe me,' Huntress said, closing her eyes and kissing me deeply on the lips.
'Try me,' I said once our lips parted, barely an inch away from each other.
'If it's all the same to you,' Huntress said, as she brought her hands down to my belt and quickly undid it. 'I'd rather fuck first and answer questions later.'
'I'll try to contain my curiosity,' I said, kissing down her neck as she pulled my pants down, letting my cock go free.
I squeezed her glorious bosoms in my hands for a moment, thumbing at her perfect nipples as she groped my dick. 'I think I know where you came from,' I said, as I pressed my face between her massive jugs.
