Another day of cold, winter rain was pouring down on Gotham City. Another dark and dangerous night. Batman raced to discover evidence that would unravel a plan Poison Ivy had committed months of work to.

“Two Bats. No Bird.” Harley whispered to herself.

To his side was the brand new Batgirl. She was about Robin’s age, but appeared to be amateur. Her costume looked homemade. Her tools as well. Harley watched from a safe distance as Batman and Batgirl made their way into Ivy’s temporary lair by the docks.

Harley Quinn had been watching them from the shadows, determined to stay one step ahead of the heroes. She had been tracking the dynamic duo for days while Ivy retreated to Plan B.

“Ivy’s been playing it clean for a year and no one stopped to check in on her?” Batgirl said.

“Harley must have blackmailed her probation officer.” Batman replied.

“I thought you would’ve bugged her new place?” Batgirl said.

“I need my privacy. So do you. We take it away from someone who is innocent and what do they become?” Batman said.

“So is there a day in the future where we don’t have to be so private about our identities?” Batgirl said.

Batman swished around. Batgirl rolled her eyes at his response.

She could see the determination in their eyes. Batgirl may have been new, but she was faster and more thorough than any cop she had seen. These two were different than anyone she had ever faced before. They were clever, resourceful, and they had a drive that she couldn’t quite find out.

Harley was not about to retreat. She had her own agenda. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty to achieve it.

Using whatever tactics she had learned from Selina, Harley stayed just out of sight as they searched for clues. As they hovered over Ivy’s chemistry set up, she remembered a vile that was left over. The younger, redheaded Bat had her eye on it.

Harley’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched them work. Ivy’s plan was simple. Turn the abusive, angry men into vegetables. Give the power back to the women. She was tired of Rupert Thorne. She was tired of Carmine Falcone. The corrupt cops. Even the Mister Jays.

Even in her demented mind, she couldn’t help but have a sense of respect for them. Bats might have had the moral high ground to stop them. She wasn’t about to let that happen.

For a moment, Harley considered coming out of hiding, revealing herself to them, and offering her help. But she knew that would never work. They would never trust her, and she couldn’t risk being caught.

So she stayed hidden, watching and waiting as they worked. Wondering how Batgirl even came into the picture. And if it had anything to do with Robin leaving.

If and when they finally found what they were looking for, she slipped away past the shadows of their hideout, her mind racing with the possibilities of what might come next.

“What did you find?” Batgirl asked Batman.

“We need to get this to the commissioner. Gotham might need to go on lockdown.” Batman said.

“Tell her what the plan is Bats.” Harley said.

Harley usually had a pistol. But this time she came out with a Russian military grade machine gun. Quick trigger. Bullets that would cause internal bleeding and guaranteed death. Even Batman held off on making a move.

“Ivy is going to use toxic gas to turn men of Gotham into…” Batman said.

“You know. If a rabid dog starts biting, we don’t have a problem with putting it down. But rabid men have all the power because they bite whoever has it.” Harley said.

“You want to turn all of the criminals into bread dead zombies?” Batgirl asked.

“Their families might actually take care of them if they’ve been treated.” Harley replied.

“You’re too smart to see that it wouldn’t just affect some men, Harley. Your medical background is still inside of you.” Batman said.

“That’s the great part Batman. Because it was my IDEA!” Harley laughed.

“What do you mean?” Batgirl replied.

“For 6 years I thought that if I could fix one or two criminals then it’d be worth it. Want to know how many came out of Arkham and didn’t go back to being a terrorist, abusive husband, shithead from hell?” Harley asked.

Harley walked over to her table. She saw a pink, spray painted canister. Even Batgirl knew that it was a homemade grenade. She had seen the Joker use them for years.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I want to see you Batman. When it kicks in. I want to see you after Gotham’s male population takes a step back in the right direction. No more chasing us. Batgirl you can take care of him. Or you can join us.” Harley said.

Batman stomped his foot. He must have had a powerful flash grenade under his foot the whole time. Obviously fucking with Zantanna had included a magic lesson ro two.

Still blinded, Harley felt Batman pull the machine gun out of her hands and heard him disarm arm it before throwing it apart.

As her vision increased she felt Batgirl place Batman’s cuffs onto her wrist. Pushing her butt to the cold cement ground and snapping the other cuff to the leg of Ivy’s heavy duty lab table.

“Get off me you fucking Bitch!” Harley screamed.

Batman took the smoke grenade out of her hand.

“Batgirl! Get her other hand.” Batman ordered.

But it was too late. t Harley’s plans were not yet complete. She pulled out a small vial in a rectangle case from her bra and uncorked it, releasing a sweet, floral scent into the air. It almost sparkled throughout the dark room.

“What…. is that?” Batman.

“I told you my plan was to buy time for Ivy. And I just bought a ton of it.” Harley giggled.

Batgirl pulled out a small gas mask from her belt.

“Wouldn’t worry about a mask. You’re already feeling it. That’s because it’s nice and potent. Ivy doesn’t mess around.” Batgirl said.

“We need to call for help.” Batgirl said.

“Only if you want to play for a larger audience.” Harley replied.

“What is this stuff?” Batgirl replied.

“Just a little love potion,” Harley replied. “I thought it would be fun to see what happens when two heroes that seem to argue endlessly with each other suddenly give in to guilty pleasure.”

Batman and Batgirl looked at each other with alarm, both knowing the danger of succumbing to her childlike mischief.

“Be thankful Batgirl. Men are going to be much different in a few days. Might as well enjoy one for the last time.”

Batman looked at Batgirl. She was acting more like Ivy or Catwoman than the young crimefighter that he reluctantly mentored.

As the potion took hold, the two heroes found themselves drawn together in a passionate embrace. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, and they lost themselves in each other’s arms. Unsure of who was in control. Unsure of who was under the deeper spell.

“Harley. There’s still good inside of you. We can stop this. Together.” Batman said.

“There’s a lot of BAD inside of me right now, Batman. And I hate to admit how much I’m going to enjoy watching this.” Harley said.

He couldn’t stop looking at Batgirl. Her tight costume. Her smile. He had to smell her hair. She had to feel his muscles through his spandex. Harley watched with glee as the two heroes gave in to their desires, oblivious to the danger that still lurked in the shadows. But even as they kissed, Batgirl seemed to find out that this was part of a twisted plan.

“No. It’s ok. You know that this the only way. We have to… cum. Both of us. That’s what wears it off.” Batgirl said. “I read about it when she used it on some undercover cops last year. They went half-mad because the doctors didn’t realize…”

With a sudden burst of willpower, Batman and Batgirl pulled away from each other and turned to face Harley. But Batgirl seemed to focus on pulling down the lower half of his costume. His utility belt falling down with it.

“There’s no going back, Batgirl.” Batman said.

“Batman. The quicker we do this. The faster we can save the city.” Batgirl said. “And let’s just let facts be facts. I was hoping that this would happen. Someday.”

Harley watched with a wicked grin on her face as the two heroes gave in to their desires. It was almost too easy. She pulled down her shorts and found a way to get comfortable with one of her hands handcuffed to a table.

But even as they lost each other in a kiss, Harley knew that she had to be careful. She couldn’t let her guard down for a second.

As the potion began to wear off, Batman and Batgirl pulled away from each other, their eyes wide with shock.

Batgirl pushed Batman to the ground and slowly peeled down her own costume. For a moment, Batman almost forgot that Harley was behind this. Let alone watching. Batgirl slowly leaned down to take his erect cock in her mouth. Getting off on the intense eye contact he had for her.

He shook his head. Grunting for her to sit on his cock and ride him. Placing herself above his large chest, she pulled up his costume to see the collage of scars and chest hair. They let out a giggle as she unzipped the top half of her costume and removed her simple purple bra.

“I wish we could be even more naked.” Batgirl said.

Her hand touched his mask, nervously. Slowly she guided herself on top of him.

Harley was busy at work. Watching a cock slowly enter a pussy was her favorite part of a porn. She hated it when an editor would go from blowing to fucking without that transition. From her angle, a few feet away, she could see Batgirl let out a large satisfied smile and Batman let out a pleasure filled grunt.

“That sound he made is to let you know that you’ve got one hell of a tight pussy, Batgirl.” Harley said.

She did her best to move the table just a tiny bit so she could see Batgirl from behind riding Batman’s perfect cock.

Harley had fucked Batman half a dozen times. He could get a woman off from any position, but he loved to be ridden.

“Holy shit. She is tight.” Harley gasped.

Batgirl rode Batman at a nice gallup pace. What was most impressive out of the view wasn’t Batman’s hot balls. Or Batgirl’s thick athletic butt. Hell for B-cups she was a sight for sore eyes. But the artistic beauty of the experience came from looking at the grip Batgirl’s pussy had over Batman’s cock. It was airtight and locked on. Harley began to get off to Batman’s moans as much as Batgirls.

Batgirl came quickly. Her pussy made a gorgeous noise as her warm juices waterfalled down her long-held crush’s cock. That was enough for Harley to teeter over the edge into her own orgasm. As she emerged into her bisexuality, she had had her fare distribute of daydreaming about sexy cocks. But nothing was sexier that the sight of a pretty pussy taking complete control of one. Batman needed to grab onto Batgirl’s ass and thrust with her three, four, five times before they both rolled back their heads and she felt the warmth of Batman spilling his quiet aggression into her 23 year old womanhood.

“I… I feel a bit more focused. But … after cumming… I don’t know what’s wrong.” Batgirl said.

“Harley … what did you drop on the floor?” Batman said. Half collecting his thoughts amid his post nut clarity.

Harley didn’t respond. She was too busy using her free hand to get her one last orgasm. Refreshed and somewhat out of breathe.

“Silly me. That wasn’t a love potion. It was just some sativa-indica spray that Ivy made the hyennias when they can’t relax at night.” Harley said. “Notice how I’m practically immune to it.”

“Whereas if it were a love potion…” Batgirl said.

“I would have bit my arm off to lick that pretty pussy of yours right as the Bats let go of his morality to fill it up with little future Bats.” Harley said.

“So we’re just high on animal grade marijuana?” Batman said.

“Don’t worry Bats. It makes me wet as shit. You and Batman might be great detectives. But if either of you would’ve loosened up in college you would’ve known the difference.” Harley said. “Now clean up and take me to the station. I want to tell everyone in Cell 3 about what I pulled off tonight.”

Batgirl looked at Batman. They were both flushed red in the face. It would be a long ride home in the Batmobile and they still needed to track down Ivy.

“Batgirl and Batman Sitting In a Tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G.

She didn’t want love. Or Marriage.

She just wanted some Batcock in her Baby Making Carriage!” Harley laughed.

Batgirl laughed. The weed was strong enough to get it out of her. She hid her face. But in the corner of her eye, Batman (with bloodshot eyes) was grinning as well. “Either of you craving some late night Lobster Fried Rice? I know a place….”