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I'm very concerned.

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post Apr 28 2017, 04:16 PM
The Joker is still back, has still made both Batman and Superman his bitch, and is apparently prepping for a road trip. Let see if we can ridicule this trash enough to regain some sanity by the end of it. Hereís Chapter 19, A New Menace Part 7 (Meanwhile).

Harley sat alone in the bathroom, her eyes welling with tears. Wet gray and black streaks cut deeply across her cheeks. Her voice was broken and her body racked with tormenting pain. She sat on the bathtub edge and pulled a blade out of her bra.

Any lady whose bra underwire once snapped can attest to having lived out this scene.

Poison Ivy was walking through her Arkham City home looking for her dear friend when she heard whispers from her plants. "She's where?" She nodded then her eyes widened and she ran, her shirt whipping back and forth as her speed increased dramatically. "Harley!" She kicked the door down and her vines grabbed her and pulled her down, restraining her. "What are you doing?"

Good question, I want to know that too. This is a tired and nonsensical repeat of the last time we saw you two, except you were both content to lounging at Wayne Manor. Why the fuck are we here and doing this again?

"I can't take it Red, Mistah J and Bats. I love um both...I can't choose and now they both hate me!" She resisted but the vines tightened.

Hold the fuck on, you KNOW that Joker is still alive? Is the author so lazy to write an actual story that he just injected omniscience here and there to get to the climax?

"They don't hate you." She walked to Harley and knelt down, "Well Joker might, but Batman loves you. And me." She sat down and stroked Harley's cheek. "Why do you think we are still alive?

Yeah, letís not forget that had Bruce not loved you, heíd have snapped both your necks after having had sex with you Ė because thatís the only inferred reason as your lives were never in danger and saved as a result of Batman, you crazy vegetable. This author is prepping for a Ďchoiceí for these bimbos, but he has realized they actually have no true reason to love him and is making shit up as a result!

And we both love him Harley."

"But this is Mistah J's baby...and Batsy's kid was taken from us."

~"So it is Joker's little devil."~ "That doesn't mean anything."

Yeah, especially since youíre probably going to cause her to have an abortion next time you want to jab plant vines into her, like you did Catwoman when she angered you.

"Yes it does." the vines released her and she sat up, "Joker will take this baby and Batman will hate me and so will Joker. And Batman will take the baby and Joker will kill me and then what will happen to baby?"

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I just donít care anymore. This contrived, confused, directionless, banal, nonsensical and all around fetish-catering soap opera is beyond my ability to grasp any longer. The author wants the angst sprinkled on top of his bimbo desert, so he can savor the flavor of how dedicated and wholesomely head-over-heels they are for his Batman-replacement self-insert persona. Iíll ride with this crazy train, but I wonít acknowledge it as anything beyond forced drama anymore

"I'm so sorry Harley."

"Why are you apologizing Red?" Harley's innocence was showing and her eyes were adorably large.

"I brought you into this. Me and Batman were fine but then I wanted a baby and I thought of you since I can't get pregnant."

ĒMy first thought was getting Batman pregnant, of course, but then the authorís dick sort of turned flaccid.Ē

"I knew what it entitled, and I loved every minute of the fun we three had."

"Then Joker kidnapped us with Twoface-"

It was a battle like no other, too incredible to even be described when it happened 13 chapters ago. Batman, like a lightweight at an Oktoberfest, had fallen into a coma from a brief threeway, leaving the lone and brave manservant to defend his masterís wenches from the two arch villains of Gotham. Like an angry god the butler descended upon the would-be kidnappers, defending the damsels that had been rendered helpless without the authorís cock-puppet watching over them. The clash of terrifying might, the awe-inspiring onslaught in this tremendous battle of good and evil left all news reporters fear-struck at the thought of reporting the damages of Wayne Manor in the papers. Alas, Alfredís dominance ended when he was caught underneath a piece of rubble, defeated, leaving anyone unable to imagine his injuries as per the authorís eternally piss poor narration skills!!

"What did Harvey want?"

Yes, what did the Sirs Not Appearing In This Fanfic want?

Ivy turned and looked at her with eyes that told the story, but again Harley's innocence was there. "Harvey toyed with my body for three months, raping me when ever he wanted to blow a load.

Wow, the staff at Arkham Asylum is more corrupt than even the Joker bothered to mention, seeing as you and your kidnappers were all reported to be back there after Bruce woke up from his nap. This fanfic is a nebula of plot holes!

He would flip a coin and decide whether to cum in my face or my pussy. Sometimes he wouldn't clean me off for days and he cum would crust and I felt like I was turning into some kind of cumstone. And it wasn't like he was good at all. Most of the time he would last two, three minutes and then blow."

The fact, that you let your green waifu live through your guilty pleasure kink material by utilizing Two-Face as the perpetrator, tells a deeper story about you than youíd probably wish it did, author.

She sat down. "A few times I insisted I blow him or he free me and It took ten times for me to be free."

"Men are pigs."

"Most are."

"But what about me and the baby?"

Holy non-sequitur, Harley, your friend just told you about a three month long rape spree with the most unbelievable conclusion, because the author was more concerned with wiping off his keyboard. Unless youíre ahead of schedule in giving birth Ė AGAIN Ė have some fucking empathy, will you?

"Well the Baby must survive, it is innocent, we aren't."


"You need to stay here at all times until the baby is born."

ĒI mean, where else could we go and hide? Itís not like Batman has a completely secure and hidden cave or something like that, right?Ē

"Ok..." Harley frowned but nodded sadly."

Poison Ivy walked crawled over to Harley and smiled.

"Red?" Harley's eyes sparkled and she giggled, "Are you gonna do what I think you gonna do?"

ĒI always loved your Zoidberg impressions, they are the best!Ē

"Yupo." Poison Ivy tore Harley's panties and the vines held Harley as some began to tickle her tight holes. Ivy stood up and began to lick and suck on Harley's wet heat as the vines continued to tickle and prod her tight ass.

I knew the author couldnít keep it in his pants any longer. What other reason would we have to go back to these two sluts, besides forcing in exposition to support the Jokerís outrageous claims in the previous chapter, than a gratuitously sub-par lesbian sex scene?

"OH! RED!" Her voice cried from terror and pleasure, she was surprised and the pleasure soon took over and she began begging for much more. "Pound me Red!"

"You got it Quinn." With a wave of her hand the long slimy tentacle of a vine began to ooze up her tight ass and suddenly harden into the shape of a flexible, thick dick.

Ugh, vegan porn.

Ivy began to let smaller vine from her mouth enter Harley hot dripping wet pussy.

I wasnít being serious about the Zoidberg impression, author!!

The smaller vines twirled around and slowly tickled her rough G-spot as others rubbed and seemed to suck on Quinn's delicious moist clit.

Unless this author equips Batman with a different kind of utility belt, how exactly is his flesh pole going to compare to this?

"Red!" Harley's voice was breaking up as each pump from the thick vine pounded her from behind and Ivy took care of the front. ~"IVY! I can't believe she is doing this! I love the feeling but I hate the vines. I want it to be Bats and Mister J!"~

~ĒAnd I want them to hold hands, and kiss, and wear funny hats, and give me a pony!Ē~


"Well then." Ivy closed her eyes and let her own tongue delve deep into the wet moistness. The thick white cream oozed onto Ivy's tongue and she moaned from the deliciousness of Harley's cum.

Thank you for confirming my suspicion that youíve never actually slept with a girl, author.

Harley went completely insane and began screaming for more.

I guess the poor girl was just faking her mental state in Arkham up until now,

"Oh! Ivy!" ~"I'd rather it be Mistah J pounding my ass. And Bat's tongue. But that'll never happen now." Harley imagined being in Joker's 'fun', tied up by her wrists as he slammed his hard cock deep in her ass, pulling her hair hard, making her yell. Him biting her neck tenderly then right as she enjoyed it pound his dick all in and bite hard. Making her cum a little from the overwhelming intoxication of the playtime.

Joker already sounds way more dedicated and passionate about sex than Batman has ever done in this fanfic. It kind of kills me, though, that this isnít involving jack-in-the-box dildos or laughing gas gag-balls. For shame.

Then she imagined Batman walking over in nothing but his cowl and cape.

Despite being a fanfic, I think this porn parody movie plagiary is getting a bit out of hand, author.

He wrapped the his cape around her as her arms were released and she jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist and lower herself onto his cock.~

"You seem to be loving this more then usual."

ĒI mean, last time I did this to you, you were so bored out of your mind that the author didnít even bother including the scene in this fanfic.Ē

"Please don't stop Red."

"OK." Ivy continued licking her clit and the deepness of her moist wet pussy.

"Red! Please let me eat you out while my ass and pussy get pounded."

"Geez." Ivy stopped a second. "You are either really horny or you are trying to forget yourself."


Do you know what else youíre forgetting? Everything that has to do about the current absence of your boyfriend!!

"Ok. I understand." Ivy laid back and suddenly Harley was forced down into Ivy's perfectly trimmed pussy. "Now please me."

Harley didn't hesitate as Ivy had her strung up by her legs and arms. Suspended barely off the ground, enough to hover over Ivy's bush and allow her pussy to be vigorously pounded as her ass was pounded by the vines.

Constantly speeding jackhammers and pistons are all this author can write about in these sex scenes. This is going to result in a different kind of rug-burn, Iím telling you.

She couldn't help but moan. ~"OH GOD YES!" Harley imagined riding Batman, while Joker pounded her tight ass. Ivy kissing Joker and squatting over Batman so Batman and Harley could eat her every way they could. Joker pounded hard, Batman began bucking his hips and Ivy pulled Harley's hair to deepen her sucking and licks. Just then Harley began to feel them all shake as Joker covered her back with his cream, Batman filled her pussy, and Ivy glazed Batman as her delicious fruit flavored pussy released her nectar all over Batman's cowl and face, and onto Harley's tongue to drink.~

And while this author finally managed to wedge whatever RULE34 images he last jacked off to into this mess, via an inception-style fantasy of his own, may I ask what the point even is? I can accept arguments for randomly injected sex scenes as attempted evidence of two or more characters being so overcome with lust for one another that it has to be confirmed, fulfilled, wholesome and lovey-dovey and whatnot. This is just a masturbation fantasy about a fictional characterís masturbation fantasy. Had she at least been phasing out the Jokerís cock in favor of Batmanís as it progressed, it would actually count as shitty character development, believe it or not. But the authorís spank-bank needed to make a full withdrawal with how backed up he has become from his plot, making this scene the fanficís most irrelevant one yet.

"HARLEY!" Ivy began to moan out of control as Harley began to pay attention. Harley had broken free from the vines and was pulling Ivy's fruit in close and tight,

Is 'vagina' such a crude word that you absolutely have to give me ambivalent groceries to choose from instead, author?

Harley's tongue deep enough to barely touch Ivy's G-spot. The floor was soaked from the red haired seductress's nectar and the vines drenched with Harley's juices and cum. "You have never eaten me like that before."

ĒThe trick is to peal your banana first.Ē

"I don't know, I guess I just wanted it so bad."

Ivy stood up and her legs shook and she fell back down. "I haven't cum since Bruce fucked me. Not even my vines could do anything for me...but you made me squirt all over you."

"I like your taste."

Ivy turned away, "I know. It is fruity flavored." ~"That was some of the best cunnilingus I ever got. Her tongue was rubbing my G."~

You are a marvel at understanding and depicting the female mindset, author. Stellar writing, bravo. Itís like they truly pride themselves by being nothing but oozing juice-balloons chatting about your kink fallout.

Ivy grabbed Harley, and pulled herself up and used Harley to walk to her room. "You ok?"

"My legs...they went numb from you."


"Harley, honey...do it to me again...please." Ivy kicks the door, shutting it and jumps on the bed.

Meanwhile, thick fog covers Gotham Bay and coming from it a horrific muffled cackle. "OH HONEY! I'M HOME!"

And we just had to end on the most tired sitcom catchphrase in history, spoken to no one but the readers themselves. Iím surprised I didnít hear the dramatic musical sting, thatís how fucking forced this feels.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I have been so busy lately and still am but I've decided to try and crank out a few chapters per story each week, maybe start a new story. Anyway, Love you all my loyal readers and make sure to comment.

This story has the highest favorite and follower count out of all this authorís stories, reaching the lower end of three digits. That is disheartening when everything going on in this story is a nonsensical mess of replacement actors in discount Halloween costumes, who are half-assed reenacting some swingerís clubís sexual LARPing sessions. We are now just about half-way through this incredibly long insult to fiction. What more atrocities can this thing spring on us, I dread to think.

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post Apr 28 2017, 06:18 PM
When's the miscarriage angle supposed to get here?

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post Jun 16 2017, 06:48 AM
QUOTE (truthordeal @ Apr 29 2017, 04:18 AM) *
When's the miscarriage angle supposed to get here?
Not yet, if ever, but boy do I wish it would double down on its wangst torture and fake struggles for the sex-fixated hero, because this chapter has enough of it to descend into self-parody. Here's Chapter 20, A New Menace Part 8 (Homeward Bound)

"Bruce!"A kind sweet yet untrustable voice said.

But, hey, it knows his secret identity, so whatís not to trust?

Suddenly Batman felt light and he was laid down on the ground. "Wake up!" His eyes opened to see Superman and Catwoman. "Bruce are you ok?"

"I'll be fine." Bruce removed his cowl and felt his cracking dried skin."Why are you here Selina?"

She has become the unexpected, unforeshadowed, out-of-nowhere vehicle to haul your ass out of Villain Sue torture porn territory, now that the author has had a lesbian sex scene to remind him why he writes this insufferable mess.

"I'll take you to the hospital. And because you need help right now."

"No." He stood and felt all his weight being torn down. "I have to get back to Gotham."

"No Bruce." Superman said as he pulled Bruce near, "You need to rest. You were injured when you came here, now your almost crispy and hurt."

ĒAnd I seem fine for some reason despite day long exposure to kryptonite, meaning I could solve everything in a heartbeat, since no one even seems to be around to keep us here.Ē

"But my child!" Batman pushed Superman back. "I'll take you down if I have to!"

"You need medical attention." Superman went in to grab him when Batman jumped back and using a lead smoke bomb, he disappeared and ran as quickly as possible.

He must have been hiding that one up his ass. Iím only impressed it didnít go off during his torture session.

Batman turned the corner around the warehouse he was captive in and Superman tried again but Batman using explosive get punched Superman and knocked him down and ran into the shadows. He found a dead guard and searched his corpse for a key and again Superman appeared. "Leave me alone Clark!" Batman dodge and felt his knee crack as he landed wrong. He collapsed down and stood back up in even more pain.

Which back-water planet in the stupid galaxy did this author fly in from? I get he wants to stroke his bat-sonaís ego of overcoming a struggle, but you donít get there by opposing a trusted ally with heat beams and invulnerable skin, who should have flown off and done the job already. Everyone in this fanfic are insultingly stupid.

"Bruce. This will kill you."

"If I must die to save my son, so be it." Batman used another smoke bomb but charged Superman and used a combo of punches with explosive gel. Then disappeared into another garage like storage. "Found it."

The engine roared and the beast of a vehicle exploded out of hiding. "System, auto Pilot Gotham. System, medical treatment, intense care." The Batmobile, damaged but still functioning since the shadow clan repaired it slightly but left before they finished, blazed off and began heading towards Gotham.

You might as well have told me he found a prancing unicorn that warped him through a rainbow portal, author. You reduced the batmobile to an inoperable, smoldering wreck Ė TWICE Ė and now youíre telling me the villains are actively using their resources to put it back together, like a turncoat pit-crew?!

Batman was yanked to the back of the vehicle and put under a sedative to numb the pain but keep him conscious.

The machines began to tear off the uniform and reveal his extremely injured body, burnt and cut all over. His body writhed in pain as the machines began to perform precise incisions to remove metal shards from the body of this broken man.

Wow, itís almost like he could have thrown Superman into this car instead of leaving Metropolis to suffer two extended hours of terror as he operated himself. I know you wrote yourself into a corner at your uninspired torture sequence, author, but your contrite backpedaling in order to rush to the climax is getting even more unconvincing with each new excuse as to why we still have a story.

Superman finally healing from his wounds, now standing fully in the sunlight, lifts Catwoman and flew after the Batmobile. Superman lands on the top of the Batmobile. He smashed the side window of the vehicle and Catwoman quickly slipped in and began to work past the machines to Batman in his pitiful state. She removed his cowl and cape as she grabbed a wet sponge and cleaned his blood stained face.

Because itís all about the authorís mask-wearing self-insert. Not the people who are dead, not the villains on the loose, not the cities that are burning, not even the baby thatís in the balance. Just Batman and how his struggle is now overinflated by friends becoming foes because of contrived, clueless writing decisions the author thinks clever.

The machines moved and bumped her to cut the torn and soiled Batsuit. It was harsh and Bruce groaned in pain. Catwoman moved quickly and turned instructed the machines to tend to the wounds on his arms.

"What...are you...d-doing here?" Bruce mumbled.

"Taking care of the man I love." She removed her mask and smiled tenderly.

Iíll allow it, if but only to highlight the fact that this bimbo-portrayed author eye-candy was the only one to even show up, the other candidates Ė his wife and his baby-maker - being too busy confessing their love instead.

"You...you don't n-need-" he stopped and groaned as he abdominals tensed on his cracked and broke ribs.

"Yes I do. And Bruce...please..." She began to tear up, eyes watering, voice cracking. "Please don't do this!" She sobbed slightly, "I love you and I can see that if you continue you will die. Joker is not playing around this time. He wants Gotham, and he wants you dead. Please!" She began to sob and grabbed onto Bruce's damaged injured body.

By all means, squeeze the dying man a bit more. Iím serious.

"I-I must...It's my...son." He said softly. "And as a father...I would gladly...give my life...i-if I can save my son."

ĒHad it been your son, however, Iíd gladly sit this one out.Ē

"Then make a child with me...so that way I can always have you." Her eyes were bright, her cheeks stained and mascara running. She kissed his body tenderly, making Bruce moan in pain and pleasure.

"How?" He said tenderly as his body tensed again.

Oh, for fuck sake, I deliberately ignored the potential joke of you guys fucking and the still very passive Superman hurling you into the sun in disgust Ė because I thought even this author wasnít so obtuse as to go there right now!

"Like this." She removed Bruce's tights and looked at him lovingly and lustfully. "I'll do the work, you just make sure to give me everything."

"You...are...s-s-so bad." Bruce said teasingly but quietly.

ĒEverything is at stake, I could contact Alfred, or Nightwing, or Robin, call on any of my allies, track Jokerís movements, or even savor every reserve of energy I have left for when it really matters, but, yeah, hanky panky does sound like the better choice.Ē

"I know." She slowly unzipped her outfit revealing she had been naked underneath the entire time.

Oh, look, the author still thinks thatís a surprise to anyone.

She began to remove the outfit slowly.

"No...leave the outfit on." Bruce stained a smile.

She giggle shyly and looked away. "Now who's bad?" She turned back to her injured love, and dropped down low and began to slowly lick from the base of Bruce's meat. Her wet soft tongue soaking him from base to tip. Her soft lips pressed against his hard cock and kissed it lovingly, twirling her tongue around the shaft and up to the rim of the head. She smiled with a naughty grin.

This is not the type of climax that should be building right now! Even when the author, bankrupt in ideas as he is, has cobbled together a genuine original turn of events, he canít even keep focus for what should be the climbing payoff of an eight-part chapter sequence.

"You are a really naughty kitten." Batman said as he watched her work..

"Meow." Cat woman giggled again and slowly slid the head of Batman's cock into her warm wet mouth. Her soft silk tongue twirling around the head and up and down the shaft. Her nails began to dig a little into Batman's chest as she let the large cock slide deeper into her hot wet mouth. Her cheeks strained as she sucked and licked the massive meat in her mouth.

Well, I hope she likes barbequed sausage, because this author went out of his way to vaguely roast his self-insertís front, making the last description of his body be on par with jerky.

"Selena." Bruce moaned as the build up of pure ecstasy continued.

Selena felt Bruce's cock throb as he got closer to releasing. ~Yes. Drown me with your cum. Please cum for me.~ She began to suck harder and twirled her tongue around the pulsing head

Of course they both forgot midway why they even excused this sex scene. Of course. How many baboons do you circulate between to outsource the writing of this trash for you, author?

"YES!" Bruce's back arched slightly as he was over come with pleasure and ecstasy. He released his load into Selena's mouth making her moan loudly from pleasure.

Can we at least agree that a food baby is not an actual baby you can remember anyone by after their death?

She slowly pulled the dribbling pulsing cock out of her mouth and streaks of his cum slowly slipped out and down to her chin. She looked at Bruce lustfully, closed her eyes and swallowed the entire load. "Oh yes Bruce! So much! I love it! This hungry kitten thanks you for the meal."

And Superman is ever the voyeur, stuck where the author left him, prying open the batmobileís window.

She began to clean herself off and then Bruce as he slowly drifted off. She sat down in the driver's seat of the Batmobile, her body still exposed and wet. She looked out the window and saw the chaos of Gotham. "Home sweet home."

Why, itís like youíve never even left. I mean that literally, since the last time anything happened in Gotham, Arkham City left Batman in a month-long time-out. The entire world could be in ruin for all I know.

Sorry for the delay everyone. College life is difficult and is only gonna get worse. So I've been trying to work on my stories during my free time.

Well, you canít really masturbate during your classes, author. That would be almost half as appalling as this story, after all.

As usual if anyone has any comments, suggestions, or requests, my message box is always open.

My first request is for you to make a time machine. I hope you have enough brain cells to figure out what my next request would be.

With the recent announcement that the forum will close late August, I will double my efforts to get this entire thing mocked before the curtains close. As this fanfic seems to have been finished, I will try to take it out. That won't mean that it will be the last thing I'll ever mock, mind you. I'll find some other cesspool to call home and give bad fanfics their dues. But for now, I'll keep going strong till the bitter end.

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post Jun 20 2017, 02:21 PM
Prepare yourselves, itís not getting any less dumb in the near future. Hereís Chapter 21, Returned Pains

Gotham, city of crime, poverty, and suffering. And home of the richest man in the mid-west, Bruce Wayne. But also home of the greatest criminal minds, Joker, The Riddler, Mr Freeze. Gotham, The City of Corruption. And it is now a war zone.

With that edgy, pretentious sell, itís a step up, honestly.

The Batmobile roared as it passed Arkham Asylum . In the driver's seat, Catwoman sits her leotard unzipped revealing her shining sleek body. Her eyes fixed on the carnage that Joker has unleashed. Wayne tower burning, the GCPD under siege, the schools filled with innocent children surrounded by the hordes of asylum escapees.

Yeah, but the author is letting the kids ogle Catwomanís sultry body through the carís broken window for free, before these constantly abnormally focused and organized escapees do whatever they do after playing ring-around-the-school-grounds, so itís all good.

The engine suddenly falls deaf as it stops at City Hall, or in this case, the remains of what was called City Hall.

Superman landed next to the Batmobile and Catwoman zipped up her outfit. "Selena, we need to get Bruce to safety." The Kryptonian said.

ĒAnd only Bruce. My apathy for the world at the loss of Metropolis has me default as honorary cock-sucker for the authorís self-insert. Boy, those kids sure are loud when they are gutted alive, arenít they?ď

"I realized that." She walked through the damaged machinery still operating on the broken body of Batman. "He can't move right now though...We should have kept him in Metropolis."

"Selena, we need to worry about the now, not the was."

Is that your thoughts on all the grammar assignments you were supposed to learn from, author?

"Somehow I feel better." She turned and smiled at the hero. "We need to keep the inmates out for a little longer. Then we can move him into a safe zone."

"How are we gonna do that?"

"You take to the sky. Destroy some of the empty buildings so they block the streets surrounding us. That will slow them down."

Yeah, sure, I guess public property damages is the best thing the Man of Steel can do, in order to help ward off whatever random crooks the author wants to pretend is after you at the moment. We all know only Batman can handle those guys, after all.

"Ok." He nodded then leaped into the air and the sound of his Heat Vision blasted loud enough to shake some bottles in the vehicle. "Timber!" Catwoman looked out the window and watched as inmates that discovered their location fled as the buildings around them began collapsing.

"Good that should buy us a little time." Catwoman sat down and sighed when suddenly the sound of a missile roar past the Batmobile and exploded above. Selena stood up and saw a group of Shadow Soldiers, she turned and saw the limp body of the Superman land more then fifty feet away, covered in the green dust of Kryptonite.

Oh, for fuck sake, they need to have literal tons of that stuff for there to be any of it left at this point. The author is like that insolent kid on the playground making up every play-pretend circumstance in the book for why the game of cops and robbers goes the way he want it to, only with less originality.

"No." She exited the Batmobile and saw the carnage and smelled the smoke collapsed buildings, and the screams of innocent people.

Jerking off to your pretentious scene descriptions this late into the story is a mistake author, since the latest bit of carnage in the area was caused by Superman!

"Catwoman!" The Elite soldier commanding the soldiers revealed himself. "Is not all this so wonderful?!" his voice cracked as he shouted. "I see so much carnage...and I can't help but get excited! I can't help but get so horny!" The man ran at Selena as he began to reveal a small ax. "I can't help but want to fuck your brains out!" He swung the ax and missed as he stumbled and turned quickly. "Live or dead. You will be fuck by me yo fucking bitch!"

Usually a fanfic authorís inner demons has more restraint, author, but youíve been regurgitating nothing but the desires of your loins in this fanfic, up until you mostly distracted yourself with plot, so I guess you have a need to get this off your lap.

He charged again and Selena dodged but the ax slashed across her left shoulder. She yelped in pain and her blood sprayed from her arm as if a water balloon filled with her blood exploded on her.

Donít be cartoonish just because you get off on gore and bloodied boobs, author. When your description need to point out how unreal it is, no one is impressed.

The powder from the explosion still settling, landed in her wound and her lungs inhaling it.

She gripped her arm and winced. "Not a chance asshole."

Well, of course not, since he decided for no reason and without even an order that as the leader, he was not to be assisted by the on-looking mass of soldiers he came here with. Who is this guy, anyway? He didnít even get a black sheet to describe himself with.

Suddenly a flash of what seemed like memory cut across her mind. Flashes of shadows and light blinked in her eyes. She saw a tall strong man dressed in a nice suit. He smelled of vodka and cigars and he began to pin her down and begin to toy with her body. Reality returned in time for the Feline Anti-hero to dodge a swing towards her throat. However now she was starting to see the man from her dream-memory flash in and out with the man holding the ax.

Oh, for fuck sake, you have to wedge in a made-up rape flashback just to get your jollies off, while pretending you arenít inserting yourself into the character roles as you are getting off on this, author? What disgust me most about this debase and self-serving indulgence, however, is how pretentious you attempt to portray what is merely a hallucination, and you couldnít even bring in Scarecrow for the part.

"I'll be gentle if you just stop fighting it!" Their voices spoke out of unison but layered. She saw yet another dream-memory but layered on top of reality.

We know what you are getting at already, author. Your insistent explanation breaking the immersion for us and her in this indicates, that you know less about how to present the trope than your readers do.

A dark alley is in her sights but underneath is the open area. When she moved the vision moved with her. She saw the tall man pinning an adolescent Selena against the wall, she looked about 17 years old. The bruting man choked her younger self and slammed her against the wall making Selena move back just enough that the ax slashed across her stomach harmlessly.

Well, typically you are invulnerable during cut-scenes. I think you and I need to have a talk about what Ďslashed acrossí means, author.

Reality snapped back and she struck the man across the cheek with her claw. The dream returned the the well dressed man now had the adolescent Selena crying as he sliced her stomach and began to tear at her clothing. Suddenly the Ax man slammed the blunt end of the Ax against Selena from the side. She hit the ground and saw the Brute mounting her. She looked to the side to the her adolescent self being cut and stripped by the tall man.

Apparently the author multitasks and needs to put on two rape scenes to get off right now. Whatís the point? Itís not going to mean anything, nor explain anything about these characters the author pretends exists in his made-up fantasies.

The ax man began to tear her clothing in the same fashion as the tall man.

Oh, was the 17-year-old version in a cat-suit, too?

She felt the pain of thick cock entering her but she was not bared enough.

And I feel the pain of bad grammar because the author was not educated enough.

She looked over and saw the adolescent Selena being raped violently. Her mind began to feel both the men violating her. The tall man and Selena's attacker swapping places constantly now.

Well, you are certainly raping something at the moment, author. Sad thing is that narratives have no right to press charges against you.

"I'll make you feel good if you let me." once again they spoke mimicking each other a few seconds apart.

Youíd think that this echoing perhaps would indicate itís the same guy, but Iím not convinced the author even considered that angle, instead just attempting to have edge and be deep.

"NO!" Selena's voice screamed as she felt young again but still her normal self. "I don't want it!" She felt the well dressed man grip her arms tighter as the Ax man bite her neck roughly.

The ax man stopped and tore the rest of her outfit top off and smiled, her adolescent self's attacker completely tore the cheap shirt and bra right off her body. "Fine then. You can die then." Their voices now a perfect unison.

Either a time-paradox is about to occur, or the author has already forgotten what the pretentious point was of this entire jerk-off session. Like everything else thatís been occurring up until now.

"Not...while I...am around." Selena saw Batman brutally injured suddenly swap places and become her injured boyfriend who had been shot when she was younger.

Oh, how interesting, well-established and very important to the overarching story. Whatís his name?

Batman returned and weakly charged at the man delivering a sharp kick to the legs of the brute tripping him enough for Selena to slam her knee into his groin making him explode with a painful fury. She pushed him off her and got up, running to her savior, who began to fall. She looked back and saw the well dressed man laying in the alley dead, her lover holding a handgun as he collapsed. And once again she was holding Batman who flickered into her lover long ago, "Selena. Get out of this mess. Keep out of it please." Their voices together, soothing and loving.

Dude, you had her express her eternal love while blowing Batman in his resurrected car, and its first now you even try to justify that these two should have easily excused chemistry by rape-vision coincidence? And where is the army of goons watching this shit unfold?!

"This is what I know though." She smiled faintly.

Yeah, I agree. Women only know about rape in this fanfic. That much is obvious.

"Please Selena...my love." Their hand gently touching her cheek as she held them up. "Get out of here Selena...It...is too dangerous."

ĒThatís of course why I made no objections to having you come along up until this point. My motivations kind of come and go with the authorís erections, you see.Ē

Suddenly the hand falls and her eyes open, the reality of memory disappearing and true reality restoring she realizes what had happened and she quickly tries to lift Batman to drag his dying body into the Batmobile.

We donít have time for yet another blowjob, guys. Or did you finally recall enough of your sex-ed lessons with that flashback on how to make a baby?

She sits him in the driver's seat and shuts the entrance. She collapsed next to him on the floor and checked his pulse, slow but stable. She leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Her breath shaking as it escaped her lips. The first night of the War of Gotham had just only started, and she barely was surviving.

Meanwhile, Supermanís corpse was being rapidly picked apart by rape-happy asylum escapees currently wearing the still wet skin of innocent school children as funny, make-shift hats. You might find that gruesome, but can you point me to any better description in this entire fanfic?

"Bruce...we aren't gonna survive this." She said to the weakened hero as began fixing her destroyed outfit.

How would you know? You donít even know why you are here doing this shit. You just showed up. Is there even a plan? Where to go? Who to take out? This is Arkham Knight but without a semblance of coherency.

The ground shaking as explosions rang and the sky darkened with smoke. The sound of machine gun fire sang a hoarse lullaby of police and criminal combat. The buildings toppled and fell as rubble within the shifted and those trapped inside all across the city screamed in pain and fear then were silenced.

Flash. Wonder Woman. Martian Manhunter. Green Lantern. Oh, sorry, I was just busy counting all the A-list heroes that currently must be pleasurably lodged firmly up the authorís ass, since he hasnít had the decency to consider pulling them out and bringing them into this mess, especially when wanting to pretend this chaos is going to last days.

Catwoman removed her cowl and looked at her beloved Batman, his body riddled with wounds of barb wire, burns from fire and from electric. His skin dried, cracking,and covered in soot and smoke and dust. His lips bleeding, teeth broken, eyes swelling from bruises. But his face still calm and cold, stern even. She moved close to him and kissed his bloodied lips. "Bruce...I love you...I am sorry for this."

And then the third armor-penetrating rocket, easily deployed by the Shadow-fuckers, hit the car and reduced it to a smoldering wreck, leaving the scene as the perfect transition for the next chapter while symbolizing just how everything thatís ever going to happen doesnít matter in the slightest!

Hello Everybody. Sorry about the delay. Classes were taking up a lot of time, especially at the end of the Semester, but now I got some time, so I am gonna work on some more chapters.

Have you considered seeking counsel regarding your tendency to waste this hard earned commodity you call time?

Hopefully I'll be able to finish a few more before going back to campus, but I promise to get a lot more done. As for my other stories I'll be working on them soon and remember to review and check out my other stories. Thanks all

Fine. Iíll try to be a bit experimental, if but to distract myself. Iíll end off this and the coming chapters by judging a few of the other stories by their merit with a single, spit-fire mocking, cursory glance and quoted line. Itís more effort than youíre worth, DeamonPrince.

Title: The Hero
Series: Final Fantasy VII:

Quote: ďI killed a man.Ē Cloud felt the ground under him starting to give away.

If you could stop whining about that every time you earn EXP, Iíd really appreciate it, Cloud!

Title: Duel for Passion
Series: Pokťmon:

Quote: Fenrir leaned in close and whispered softly in her ear, "I want everything. I want you to be my girlfriend." He said, shyly yet holding a confidence. "And maybe somedayÖ My wife." His words shocked the aroused Leafeon.

ĒAnd then weíll have eggs, and our trainer will toss all our children into a daycare until we make a shiny. Iím really glad all this tame relationship bullshit is such a turn-on for you.Ē

Title: Lay it, Not Slay It
Series: The Elder Scrolls:

Quote: Sheogorath was anxiously watching the duo have sex, their hot passion exciting him. "You see, that is how you fuck. Make it mutual. Make it about pleasing each other, not yourself!"

And would the Daedric Prince of Madness please shower the author in the same wisdom when it comes to writing fanfics? Didnít think so.

You seem to have a fondness for forced, cheesy or all around fetish-serving melodrama, author. How you stomach yourself, Iíll never know.

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post Jun 26 2017, 03:44 AM
Now that Batman has returned to Gotham, are we in for some action? Some resolution? Even a single tidbit of information about what has been going on without him? Nope. It's a sex scene. Hereís Chapter 22, Recovery in Progress.

Bruce's eyes weakly opened to see the day in Gotham, the skies were gray and black. He looked down and saw a half naked Catwoman sleeping on his lap, and behind him an asthmatic Superman.

Ready to reinsert your dick into the bat-cowl costume for this one already, author? Itís not like your abysmal treatment of Superman even gave him a chance.

He leaned back in the seat, his body weak from the hell it had been through and only weakening still if he can't get help from the machines in the Batcave.

And how clever it was of you to program your car to consider City Hall as your home base, rather than your secret lair.

The Batmobile's mobile Med Ops station can only prolong the inevitable defeat of exhaustion, however, the Med Ops in the Cave could save his life and help him take on the recovering Joker.

How much longer are you going to milk this ego-stroking ďat deathís doorstepĒ survival bullshit trope, author? Bruce should be dead ten times over already with how you keep edging.

The caped crusader shambled out of the chair, waking Selena, "Bruce...what are you doing?"

"The Machine, I need medical attention." He lay on the table and activated the machine the machine began to sow his cuts and tend to his other wounds.

Excuse me, but did the Jokerís goons happen to transform the Batmobile into a Bat-RV?

"This can only help for a little bit, and only for minor injures..."He winced and hesitated in pain, "but the level of damage I've received, I only delay death until..." He winced again as the machine applied bandages to most of his body.

"So what...you are gonna go out into that and fight your way to Cave and hope Joker or the Laughing Shadow aren't there. What if Bane or Freeze finds you...then what. I can't bare to lose you Bruce. You are all I have now."

So stay here and do nothing, then. Do you really have to make everyone in this fanfic braindead, moaning, codependent self-insert-worshippers, author? There are only so many times they can pose a dainty hand to their forehead while bemoaning the already escalating premise.

"Selena, I'll be fine. I promise."

"Don't make a girl a promise that you can't keep." She said as she walked to the now bandaged Batman. She touched his cracking skin.

Okay, Iím getting tired of this shit. Author, have you even seen a burn wound? The skin burns away and leaves raw flesh, not this vapid human CrŤme brŻlťe.


"Bruce...I can't..." She closed her eyes and a tear fell.

Bruce moved and kissed her tenderly, his hands moving to grab her sides, pulling her closer, his sore body now realizing his intentions, concentrated on dulling the pain. His lips parted as their kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with hers in a playful but seductive flame.

People are dying. You are dying. I donít even think Superman is breathing, either, but sure, we still have time for you to fuck while the Joker still has your child and is destroying Gotham.

She released her emotions and her body began to heat up tears ran down her cheeks as their kiss continued, her hands undressing herself as Bruce feels her body, the slashes and bumps and scrapes from her confrontations. His bare hands feeling her soft skin of her stomach down to the fine, thin hairs of her sweet tasting pussy. Her tore and tattered outfit now completely removed, she began removing the rest of Bruce's outfit.

Itís a wonder why he even bothers putting it on, at this point.

Bruce pinning Selena to the wall broke the kiss to unbuckle his pants and let them fall with the no hesitation, he looked to the side and pressed a button, shutting the 2 inch thick lead lined doors on Superman locking him in the room alone, allowing them to be alone.

Where are we?!

Selena dropped to her knees, "Bruce. I missed his taste. She slowly slid his cock in to her mouth, allowing it to sit in the back of her throat throbbing as she sucked on the entire monster of a cock. Bruce laid back on the Operating table and pushed away the machines while holding the stare with Selena as she moved her head to allow her thick wet tongue to twist and lick from the base to the tip of his beast.

I swear, this author would write a sex scene during a funeral. He probably will, if they donít decontaminate the operating room after this.

"Oh Selena." He grabbed her hair and forced her down deep throating her viciously, his moans muffling hers. He pulled her up allowing her to gasp for air. "Get your sweet pussy up here. I need your Pie."

Who is writing this thing and what have they done with the author? Pie? And here I thought that Ďcock brothí would be the weirdest sexual slang in this fanfic. I mean, the entire word choice, grammar, and style has altered itself noticeably from the previous sex scene, too, itís that apparent.

"Oh honey." She crawled up his body letting her tongue drag from his ball sack, up his thick cock and along his chest. She kissed his lips and slowly, and weakly dragged her pussy along his body, her juices smearing onto his body until her sweet Pie was right above his mouth.

Time to say grace, I guess.

Bruce reached up and grabbed her waist pulling her down so his open mouth could engulf her entire pussy. His tongue slowly entered her, feeling her wet flesh with his thick tongue. He slowly began to lap her pussy. Her juices flowing into his mouth,dripping onto his chin.

Donít forget to use your napkin.

She reached down and massaged his head, forcing him to lick her deeper by lifting it slightly. And with every lick, flick or rub from his thick tongue she let out a slight moan. Suddenly he began to suck ever so slightly on her tender sweet clit.

Wait, was that on the menu? I only thought that side-dish came with the clam.

She let out a lewd yelp, and her heat began to quiver as she twirled his tongue in an "O" around her clit and in between her lips. "Yes Bruce! Oh more!" She began to cry out as he continued to lap up her juices. His tongue felt the deep rough muscles inside her. Her claws dug into his shoulders and she yelped again.

And even when Bruceís already tormented body is used as a scratching post, this author fails at giving me any written indication as to what they are even feeling. They are like two puppets going at it through tangled strings, mechanically responding the way the author wants them to instead of explaining their pleasure.

She threw her head back and moaned as Bruce reached up and began to massage her tender ample breasts and she forced her pussycat further down to force his tongue and licks deeper. She began to scream and tighten her thighs around his head slightly as he held her down and continued furiously to lap and lick and tender rub her delicious pussy.

I think itís ideal that the pie gets addressed as a feline creature at this point, since these narrated observations are starting to sound like a nature documentary.

Her voice cracking as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. "Please. Bruce, no more. It feels to good!"

Are these women even too helpless to release themselves from sexual torment, when they are on top and mashing the self-insert to their snatch?!

She cried out as the pleasure began to make her body shake and her muscles tense up and her thighs squeezed him as he began to slowly form shapes and letters on her clit.

Good, itís about time this dumbass learnt his ABCs.

Her clit now tender and sensitive each lick makes her cry out from the pure ecstasy and sweet pleasure.

Her body now super tense and her thighs completely cutting off all sound from Bruce by covering his ears with them and squeezing so tightly.~"Oh Selena. I love you so much. I'm sorry for everything."~

Sorry for what, exactly? For not bringing her along to Metropolis? For being tortured? For having forgotten to contact your wife?!

His tongue began to play with her clit and then deep inside her then back out to play with her clit again. She was screaming but Bruce could only hear her heart beat rapidly pounding in her thighs as her body releases the pressure and Bruce begins to be flooded by the flavor of her overflowing juices and cream.

Do you want a bowl of cereal with that, too? You really need to get a girlfriend and learn a thing or two about ejaculates, author.

Her voice now loudly screaming as she releases he continues to lap it up and she slumps over as the pleasure is too much for her. Bruce lets her slide down so she lies on his cream and juice covered chest. "I love you Selena."

"Bruce. I love you too...I'm sorry for everything I have done."

Apology accepted, but Ė aside from having sex with this waste for brains Ė what have you done, exactly?!

"I know."

"Do you think we will survive this one?"


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Of course thatís not true, but I can live with my own momentary delusion if this author has to force-feed us his.

His voice is rough and sullen.

"Well then I want to enjoy my last hours with you."

Maybe you get a few more hours, if you cared to cure Superman in the other room!

She slowly slides her tender pussy down so its quivering and desire to feel him inside her is met. She moans softly as she lets his entire cock enter her.

And for his next trick, Batman shall turn this meat pie into a cream pie! Either that, or this author think it has already happened.

She grips his hair, the feeling from his tongue's dance still resonating on her clit. She moves her body up and then quickly down. Repeating the motion over and over until her overwhelming pleasure forces her to scream and cry out. Bruce's cock throbbing again and again with every motion.

The authorís stilted narration decreasing in quality at every stroke.

Their lips meet and they begin a dance of tongues.

Now do-si-do to the uvula, switch partner with the nearest tonsil, and try not to dip in-between the teeth.

Both of them moaning into the kiss as Selena moves faster and harder until she throws herself back and grabs her hair, the pure ecstasy pulsating through her, her tight pussy quivering and pulling his cock deeper into him until she screams again, her eyes wide and both hands in her hair.

A space rocket has fewer stages than this womanís climax, for crying out loud. Do you even watch porn, author?

Her body bent backwards suddenly snapped forward and she looked at him with lust and love like never before.

"Bruce..." Selena said as she began to calm herself but continue to move slowly,every motion sending the pleasure through her, forcing her to tighten her already tight pussy. "Lets die together."

And here I thought Harley was going to be the craziest bitch in this fanfic. Can you make your fap-material any more unhealthily obsessed, author?

"How about we don't die at all." Bruce looks at her with content, love, and even hope. "I don't want to die. I like living." He slowly massages her tender ample breasts with his rough but gentle hands.

"We are gonna die anyway."

Donít I wish, but even Romeo and Juliet had a better excuse than you at this moment.

"Not if we get to the Joker." Bruce's body bucked and Selena cried out from a painful amount of pure pleasure, her eyes went blank and she placed her hand back on his bloody and sticky chest.

"Bruce..." She looked at him. "That will kill you."

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With all this incessant stroking of your skin-suit's pretended martyrdom and constant flip-flopping expectations, do you even think anyone cares, much less believe yourself capable of letting that happen, author?

"If it saves you...my son...Ivy, Harley, everyone that I care for and should not be suffering because I couldn't kill that mad dog...then so be it."

I think you should be complaining more about the authorís unjustified resurrection of the Joker, rather than your inability to let him die, Bruce.

"So...you will kill him?" Selena's voice is that of concern.

"No...never...I would be no better then him."

"So what then..."

"I'll break him."

"You've done that. He always comes back."

"Not if I snap his fucking neck. He'll stop then."

And the winner, for completely misunderstanding why Batman sticks to his code and what it is, and misconstruing it even when he thinks he can tweak it to fix his power-fantasy Ė DeamonPrince, ladies and gentlemen.

Selena moved closer to him and kissed his chin, then is neck, and slowly kissed his charred bloodied chest. "Ok...but for now, we rest otherwise he will kill you before you get close."

"OK my Selena."

Yeah, go back into your sex-induced comas, why donít you. Iím sure the big bad asylum escapees, cloaked Villain Sues, and whatever else the author wants to rub his dick up against for titillation or ego-stroking, will all just wait for you to roll down your broken window.

Bruce laid back in the seat of the Batmobile looking out the windshield. Selena slowly climbed on top of his broken body and slid his still hard throbbing cock deep into her pussy.

I would have better luck finding an end to a mŲbius strip than this trash?!

They looked at each other. Bruce smiled and kissed her neck before laying back and letting the darkness of sleep take him. Once fast asleep Selena began to move slowly allowing the head of Bruce's beast rub her tender parts until he came again. Satisfy her lewd hunger again, she laid against him and slowly drifted off, her fingers slowly rubbing her clit until sleep took her too.

Something tells me that the recovery process will take a while at this pacing and attentive Ďcareí. Iím more worried that the author has rubbed himself raw by now.

Sorry about the delay everyone. I've been busy with College, work, my wife, and my newborn daughter.

I hope for her sake that she wonít ever get kidnapped. Youíd first put her picture on milk cartons half a year after the fact. And ask your wife how many types of fluids she produces.

Hopefully I'll be able to get back into writing more now that I have time. And remember, please review, comment, make considerations, and read my other stories. Also I will answer any PM's you write to me so if you have any thing you want to say privately to me.

I prefer publicly announcing my thoughts to the world. If you catch whiff of this, you already know what Iíd say, but in case you need to have it clarified: Be a better author than this.

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post Jul 4 2017, 02:22 PM
Okay, just from this title alone, I know we are just in for another of the authorís plot-ignoring tug-jobs. Hereís Chapter 23, The Scent of Honey.

As the rose pink finger tips of dawn slowly crawled up from their horizon, he light shone in Harley's face.

Youíre putting sprinkles on a turd, if youíre attempting these poetic similes now, author. You should just have cut your losses and rebooted this fanfic.

She blinked and looked about, she saw Poison Ivy unconscious and sprawled across her flowerbed on her back, her legs spread wide and her hands on her tight wet pussy and the other on her right nipple. Harley smiled and crawled over to the red haired vixen, mouth watering, slowly bringing her lips and tongue down to the sweet honey scented lips.

We havenít seen a canon female character that wasnít about sex twenty-four-seven, for the entirety of this fucking story!!

Harley slowly licked from the bottom of her peach to the top, letting her entire tongue delve deep to taste the sweet nectar. Harley moaned as the aphrodisiacs from the nectar began to work on her.

Yeah, sure, what plant lady doesnít produce aphrodisiacs, am I right? Next youíll tell me she oozes actual nectar, too.

With each lick, more nectar was swallowed by the lustful harlequin.

Ivy began to moan, and subconsciously massage her perked clit and breasts. Ivy's mind began to race with thoughts of Harley, Selena, and Bruce each interchanging who was pleasing her. One second she dreams the tongue is Bruce's and then becomes Selena, and then Harley.

And for some reason, Bruceís felt a bit dry and cracked, but she thought that might just be because he had gotten sunburnt on whatever vacation he was off to.

Harley's sweet spot began to drip as the hormones from Ivy attacked her body.

Nice to know you also donít know how hormones work and what they are, author. Do you just think biology is merely optional for your sex scenes?!

Her nipples became harder and her body began to sweat. Her breathing became labored and the slightest movement from Ivy, as her soft foot was firmly pressed against the soaking wet pussy of the lustful lunatic. Harley moaned loudly when Ivy's foot suddenly shook from Harley's soft but strong tongue running hungrily across her clit.

Iím glad at least one of you is a proper doctor, since all this pulsing tissue, delirium, and breathing issues tells me you are going into an allergic shock.

Suddenly Ivy's eyes snapped open and began to moan uncontrollably as Harley began to suck on Ivy's tender clit. "Har-Harley!" Ivy began to push the lecherous naughty maniac from her clit and pussy. "To m-much! It feels too good."

"And why would that be a problem?" Harley asked gently breathing onto the tenderness of Ivy.

I dunno, the author acts like women are to sex like toddlers are to touching a flame, surprised at the overwhelming sensation and completely incapable of accounting for it for themselves and others.

"I don't know maybe cause I'm-" She abruptly let out a series of moans and shrieks as the perverted princess of playfulness teases and attacks her clit vigorously with her lips and lustful tongue. She softly sucked on the tender slightly swelling weak spot of the Queen of the Green.

Whatís cheesier, the sex or the authorís stroke-enhancing, affectionate titles?

Ivy grabbed at the sheets and moaned louder. And Harley began to suck and lick Ivy vigorously, viciously, almost like a starved beast enjoying a meal.

Okay, at this point Iíve realized you must be turned on by the word Ďbeganí, author. You have repeated stuff Ďbeginí twenty-one times in this chapter.

With no warning Harley slipped 3 fingers deep into the sticky, honey-like, juices and began to massage the rough patch of flesh behind Ivy's bone. Her special spot.

Ivy's began to scream and her legs began to contort, the plants in the room began shaking and growing slightly. Roses and tulips opened and moved as if to show quivering. Harley laughed manically and began to lick up the sweet but tart juices, while continuing the rubbing and massaging of Ivy's G-Spot.

You just had to dip into your thesaurus because you realized people would truly know how asinine your descriptions were, if you actually wrote out Ivy was producing sweet and sour sauce.

The plants continued to shake more vigorously, as Ivy neared Climax. Suddenly all of the plants began releasing a large amount of pollen into the air and Ivy's pussy began to squeeze Harley's fingers and she moaned almost uncontrollably. "Harley!" Ivy's mind began to go blank and she began to imagine Bruce fully nude pressed against her, slowly making sweet love to her.

Even entirely lesbian scenes canít allow themselves to be separate from the self-insert personaís influence. What saddens me is that none of these bimbos can even appreciate each other in peace.

Ivy's body went limp and she lay in a pool of her honey, eyes blank. Harley smiled as her fingers, still sticky with Ivy's juices, slid into her own wet pussy. She felt the rough spot and began to massage it while looking at Ivy with loving tender eyes. She pumped her hands into her slit faster and faster until each motion a wet slopping sound echo in the room and Ivy began to regain composure.

ĒUrgh, whatís that sound? Ivy, are you unclogging the toilet again?Ē

Ivy grinned devilishly at Harley as she spread her legs open wider. Harley bent over to lick and clean the sweet sugar from Ivy's pussy, her beautiful ample breast hanging down, moving with each breath. Ivy waved her hand. "Sorry Harley dear, but it's my turn to play with you."

"Red?" Harley's eyes widened as her arms and legs and body were gripped with large thick vines.

Is it finally tentacle porn time? Or does the author only get that out for when he makes an excuse to put his spank material in pain?


"Please be gentle."

"No." Ivy spoke with a harsh coldness to her voice.

Oh, right, the sadomasochistic angle that was wedged in a dozen chapters ago. As if this author would understand that BDSM relies on consent and control from the submissive.

Harley dropped her jaws and eyes became huge as she processed what was going to happen. With another wave of her hand two more vines erupted from the ground abruptly behind Harley in her doggie like position. Ivy laid on her back in under her playmate's head. She made a 'come here' motion and the vines slowly forced Quinn's face into the succulent sweet pussy of Poison Ivy. "Now please your master." She demanded before nodding to start the two free vines to begin to rub and tease Harley.

The vines would later complain how theyíre not being paid enough to deal with that kinky human shit their boss is into.

"Red!" Harley shouted as she felt the vines, already soaked with their own lubrication, "Gentle please!" She felt the vines tighten on her legs as they pulled them apart and forced her to begin pleasing her new master.

Nothing new about it. Pretending to force her now doesnít make this her first bush dinner at Ivyís salad bar.

"And again...No." She plunged her tongue as deep as she could, allowing it to dance a dance of lust and love before letting out a yelp as the first vine plunged seven inches into her repeatedly.

The fact, that it had chosen her nose to do it in, was perhaps more the issue.

The vines swell and pull out with a twist. Harley moans with each punishing pump and pull and as minutes pass the vines continue to pump more and more into her trembling, tender pussy and tight voluptuous ass until the vines are fourteen inches deep and four inches in diameter.

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Holy shattered pelvis Batman, thatís fucking ridiculous. I know porn and hentai gives people the wrong impressions about the human body and its abilities, but this is just silly. Iíll have to assume giving birth helped at least one of her dilated flesh pockets, because the author proclaims Harley could separately store easily two filled pints, glass and all, into both holes at the same time!

Harley's voice shakes and cracks with each powerful thrust from Ivy's thick, sweet vines into her beautiful lustful body.

"Red...I'm cumming!" Harley's body began to convulse as it released a large quantity of her sour sauce

Broth, pie, sauce, when will I ever learn? When is Gordon Ramsey getting on set to criticize these sex scenes?

onto Poison Ivy's face as she quickly positioned her self under her lover's practically perfect pussy so the juices would flow out onto her face, glazing Ivy's face before collapsing into Ivy's arms and fell to sleep as the sex was too much for her body to handle.

Newsflash, author, this has been the staple for every sex act, marking it just as mundane as Arkhamís repeated visitor policy.

Ivy carried the nude body of Harley Quinn to a new bed as their old one was soaked. She watched Harley for a few minutes before turning and leaving, putting her shirt on and allowing the moss and leafs to form over her pussy.

Because who wouldnít want a mossy vagina, am I right?

She walked nonchalantly to the window looking out at the remnants of Arkham City, seeing the smoldering buildings of Gotham just on the other side of the wall. "Bruce...please be safe." Ivy held her hand to her chest as she thought of the only man she deemed worthy to touch her.


I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, I am trying to get back to how the story started but keep the darkness it developed, so make sure to comment what you think

You are returning to form, meaning intentionally removing yourself from anything that isnít about genitals and bodily fluids. Why do you pretend otherwise?

And speaking of returning to form, Iíll try my triple spit-fire mock method of addressing the authorís other works, while Iím at this shorter-than-average chapter.

Title: The Mind of a God
Series: Final Fantasy VI

Quote: "She was smart. She decided to stay human." My voice said behind me. I turn and see seated in lesser thrones myself, but not as myself. I see the human man I once was. I see between him and myself, seated higher was an angel with my face, and a human body.

Well, clearly these are all your friends performing an intervention for you, since youíve done too much LSD, again.

Title: Joker's Joy
Series: Batman

Quote: "You want to know what I love about villains." Batman said as he kept the metal bat hidden.

ĒThey never quite get my pun until the second swing.Ē

Title: A New Home, A New Love
Series: Pokťmon

Quote: He started by taking off his black sleeveless leather jacket with the red tribal design on the back. After which he unzipped his grey hoodie and took that off to reveal his white tank top. Once done he took off his black fingerless gloves before taking off his white tank top, revealing his slim yet muscular body that carried a few scars.

In other words: Preset #7 on the OC Character Generator.

Iíll try to keep going to make this mock complete before itís too late. With 16 chapters still left, I should be able to deal if I hurry.

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post Jul 8 2017, 04:10 AM
Hopefully the fanfic will keep rolling on the plot, without insulting us any further. As if I could be so lucky. Hereís Chapter 24, Reunion Part 1.

Bruce opened his eyes to the light of morning's sweet embrace. He looked down and saw Selena curled in a ball under his arm. He smiled as he held her, "Selena. Wake up." Bruce's voice was gentle and kind. The beautiful woman blinked slowly as she opened her eyes to him.

"Bruce?" She said with a yawn. "Morning." She pulled herself up to kiss him lovingly. "Enjoy my morning breath?"

Yeah, sure, have your pleasant wake up. Gotham is in ashes, Superman is paralyzed, the rest of the world seems to not even care, and even your cock-socket trophy wives couldnít pull their fingers out each otherís asses to help out, but fine, act like you are on your honeymoon!

"Love it." They sat up and immediately got dressed in their outfits. Bruce's Batsuit was all black and armor plated, he looked over to Selena whose catsuit was more lingerie then combat ready.

How kind of the Jokerís goons to install a tailor for them both, after blowing up the car to nothing but a cockpit, twice. No, Iíll never get over this deus ex machina car bullshit.

It only partially covering her ass, leaving more then half of the cheeks out. The crotch was the only other part that was covered on her bottom half while the black leather crawled along her spine until finally wrapping around her body until it was able to cover her breasts but reveal a great amount of cleavage.

Because its either the suit or nothing at all, right? I mean, using torn cloth from the ruins would just be so out of style.

She pulled her cowl over and activated her Cat's Eyes goggles allowing her to see Bruce's heart rate increase and his member growing. "Bruce. You dirty boy."

"What can I say...you are just sexy as fuck."

Iím sure the orphanages all burnt down to the ground while you were fucking, so where do you want the fresh orphans to stay, as their numbers grow with each compliment you fuck-happy nymphomaniacs give each other?!

Bruce smiled and pulled his cowl over his head and activated his Detective Vision, He was able to see that Selena's heart rate was just as fast as his own. Batman walked over to the woman and they began to kiss passionately. No words were needed to instruct the other as Selena looked past Batman to expose her neck, something the vampiric Batman took to with a massive bite making the kitten both howl and purr, her hands massaging Batman's body as she continued to look outside at the carnage.

Look, author, Iíll pretend youíre simply incapable of conveying lust without insinuating Bruce is now a vampire, and I donít care what sort of pet kink you wish to throw into this thing just to get it out of your system. I just demand that you give these things more effort and reason than Ďthey do it because my dick isnít hard yetí.

She saw the toppled buildings, the smoldering ash of the inhabitants caught in the crossfire.
"We need to get to work, love."

"I know." Batman breathed onto her neck. He stretched his arms up as he backed away from her.

"We are gonna find those two today. I can just tell." Selena's voice was calm and reassuring to the brooding bat.

Why? Are they hiding? Have you been searching up until now? Do you have a lead? Is the Bat-signal even on? Who here even believes this is still a genuine Batman fanfic?

"Do you think they are still alive?"

"Of course."

Wait, are you talking about Joker and the baby, or Harley and Ivy? What is the plot?!

"How?" Batman's answer made everything stop and hold their breath, "Its been two months since the government locked down the city. Joker and his psychos kill anyone they find."

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What the fuck is going on?! I knew this authorís inexplicable misconceptions ran deep, but this takes the cake. Iíve wracked my brain with this thing, trying to figure out the connections. This dullard seems to be under the impression that the ĎArkham City eventí was something that caused Gotham itself to be locked down, no rhyme, reason or even a mention thereof until now. Never mind the fact that this should mean that there isnít anyone for Joker to find, because who the fuck would still be around for this attempted pocket apocalypse the author has so pretentiously cobbled for himself?!

"I just hope is all." She smiled at him and they walked out of the room.

When they finally reach the roof of the abandoned building they were hiding in

You know, where they teleported to after their second car sex scene. Have all my recent theorizing been for naught, and was the author failing to explain to us weíve time-skipped ahead two months?

they proceed to patrol the town attacking and capturing any thug on the street. Eventually Batman's wounds betrayed him and he collapses on top of a roof near the Amusement Mile in Arkham City. The darkness slowly takes him as he hears footsteps approaching him.

Donít know how to write transitions? Fade to black. For the twentieth time.

When Batman awakened he was being smothered by the ample green breasts of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Their cries of joy echoed in his ears in between their aggressive kissing and rubbing of the man they loved.

Excuse my perhaps concerned yet direct inquiry, author, but is there something you feel is missing from your marriage?

"You found me?" Batman said softly as Harley's arms wrapped around his throat to hold him closer.

"Yeah. We also were able to contact Selena. She is on her way."

Iíll do the authorís job for him and excuse this development via using a radio Batman had on him, rather than the implied lesbian scissoring-performed Morse code.

Ivy looked at Harley and grinned devilishly, "In the mean time...I think we should help our lovely hero relax."

Harley's eyes flashed as the thought of him pounding her while she eats out Ivy began to force her body to grow hotter and her skirt began to dampen. "Definitely. He should relax right now." She too grinned devilishly, however at Batman. "ready to relax?"

Iím not even sure Netflix and chill will be what this guy needs. He collapsed from injuries, for fuck sake, give this guy a medical doctor for once.

Ivy quickly pinned Batman down and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing like flames.

Hey, at least it matches the theme of the burning wasteland the Joker is currently causing.

Suddenly Batman's body was no longer listening to him he began to undress himself and Ivy stood up licking her lips. "Sorry but I feel like you weren't gonna relax, so I gave you something to help." She smiled as she watched Bruce reveal his scarred, burned, and broken body.

Canít forget the rape-angle that started all of this fanfic, can we?

Her hand sensually ran along the scars. "Now we can make you relax." She leaned over him so her perfectly shaped and sized breasts pressed into his face as she kissed Harley lovingly.

The author simply used the word Ďperfectí to describe them titties, so you can substitute your own preferences. What a great guy.

"What are you going to do?" Batman said slightly concerned about being restrained by Ivy.

"Things...and stuff."

ĒUp the butt, literally.Ē

Harley's voice was playful and cute. She stood over him just enough so he could see her skirt but not enough to see up it. She began to slowly strip dropping cloths around him. First her blouse onto his left arm and her skirt on his right. Next her bra onto his chest and finally she took her panties off revealing a wet tight pussy.

What does the author want me to believe that thing to be made out of? Her pussy gobbled a gallon of plant matter all night, and she keeps crediting it being tight during sex because of the size of the self-insertís junk. What does Ďtightí even mean anymore?

She took her panties and bit the top back of them and bent down allowing her breast to press into his face as she let the panties run across his body, leaving a trail of juice until she stopped and let them rest on his face so that way she could move slightly and let her lips meet his in a lustful embrace. She ran her hands down his chest tenderly, being careful not to rub or scratch any wounds.

Well, with the edgelord description-happy author at the helm thus far, I hope she warmed up her fine motor skills with a game of Operation before this scene.

Batman letting the primal beast out of his cell began to moan with each scratch Ivy suddenly dropped down and tore off his tights revealing his beast. She began to redden slightly as Harley crawled over him to be the first to lick the tip as Ivy began to kiss the shaft, Harley's crotch and wetness was pressed down onto the cowl of their lover.

How is Alfred even going to get the stains off the Detective Vision at this point? Does Alfred even exist anymore? And what about Superman?

Using all his strength he pulled himself up to allow his lips to touch her southern lips and to allow his tongue to plunge in and dance making her scream out loud. Ivy quickly used vines to pull him back down. "Tsk tsk." Ivy spoke with a motherly but yet slut like tone.

Because thatís what anyone would want in order to keep this sex scene going. Maternal porn vibes. What the fuck?

"You are trying to have pie before you relax?" She bent over, her voluptuous ass in the air. "Bad boy."

Oh no, now they are actively using the authorís sex slang in-universe. I canít wait for them to shout for broth by the end of this.

Ivy and Harley then both knelt down at his manhood and smiled. "Time to help our hero relax." They said in a strange lustful unison. Ivy began to lick his shaft with Harley, their tongues pressed together going up the shaft until they reached the head, where Ivy and Harley took turns licking the rim and the other lustful ladies' lips while the other let the head slip into their mouth so they could suck on it and twirl their soft wet tongues around it.

With the lack of a mentioned foreskin, Iím going to infer that Batman, and therefore the author, is circumcised. Deepest lore!!

Bruce's voice was that of both lustful desire and frustrated restriction. He enjoyed the feeling but wanted more, wanted to force Ivy's head down while he ate out the wet pie of Harley, or visa versa.

He has written a check that her ass can cash.

Harley laughed as she pulled off his cock looking at his frustration. "Red? Should we proceed?"

"Yes. We should.", she too was laughing quietly at his desires not being allowed but still being treated like a king.

Just ask Louis XVI about the teasing yet gentle caress of the guillotine.

Ivy looked down at the throbbing cock and she slowly slides the entire length into her mouth, closing her eyes before coming up to enter into a passionate kiss with Harley before Harley took his entire beast as well. This time Ivy slowly licked kisses and nibbled around his crotch before running her tongue up the shaft of the hero to enter the kiss with Harley again. They broke their kiss and smiled as they began to lick the top of his cock allowing their tongues to kiss as well. And again Ivy took in the beast and Harley kissed and licked and bit lustfully around his crotch and slowly twirled his family jewels in her mouth right under Ivy. She slipped off and Ivy began to pull the pulsating cock out of her mouth. To yet again enter another kiss with Harley.

I can see that you think fellatio choreography to be like a ballet, author, but do you have to describe it like you yourself are experiencing it from the back row of the theater?

Minutes ran on until finally as both Ivy and Harley were stroking Batman's beefy beast, he let out a moan unlike the others and the vine released him as he released onto the girls. Harley let out a playful cry of pure happiness as she felt the warmth of Batman's baby broth on her sweet face, her ample breasts and her delicate lips and tongue.

Why must every sex scene at this point end up like a game of Splatoon?

She let it sit on her tongue until she hiccuped and it slipped down her throat.

Itís not that Iím weirded out by your kinks, author, itís that I donít believe you know how to write them.

Ivy on the other hand was even more turned on and immediately began massaging her breasts using the broth as her oil or lotion. Moaning as some slipped off her lip and onto her tongue, she slowly slid her hand covered in the cream deep into her tight wet honey pot, screaming with pleasure as she could feel the semen being absorbed by her body.

Geez, you could poke this chick with a used tissue and sheís go into convulsions. I see why theyíve done nothing to help so far, they are effectively useless as soon as the thought of sex enters their heads.

And finally Batman lay on his bed gasping for breath as the releasing of that much of his baby broth was exhausting for him. His body was drenched with sweat and his legs were pulsing pulsing.

I didnít need to know you had so strong an orgasm, that you didnít realize you finished off this sentence by writing a seven letter word twice, author.

Ivy smiled and crawled up to Bruce and slid her nipple into his mouth, "Drink my love." She said gasping for a stable breath. Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around Ivy and began to suck on her tit as if he was sucking for mama's milk. Instead he was able to receive a sweet yet salty liquid much like breast milk but not quite. With each ounce of Ivy's milk Bruce drank, the more he began to moan and his body began to desire another round of sex.

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Letís be honest, this is not the craziest just yet. I mean, I've mocked a fanfic that included an underage Hermione getting her soul sucked out through her nipple, after all. But if this keeps going at this rate, the remaining chapters are probably going to be quite the hazard.

The girls smiled as he slowly drifted off to sleep with him still on Ivy's tit and fingers in the honeypot and Harley giving him a vigorous blow job that finished putting him to sleep as he released a load into the back of Harley's throat moaning into the tit, making Ivy moan as his fingers began to convulse on her G-spot. The three moaned together as Batman drifted off.

The Joker is going to have to wait a week for the final confrontation from these narcoleptics, isnít he?

Harley letting the white broth to flow out onto her body a little while she swished and swallowed the rest, however the amount that she let drip on her she spread it across her tits and Ivy began to lick them off as Harley drifted off into Batman's strong yet weakened arms.

Have any of you even seen a shower for a week? Youíll kill your enemies by your reeking odor alone.

Ivy however used her plants to seek out Catwoman to inform her Batman was safe and she was welcome to join them in pleasuring the sat back into a chair and looked at the two sleeping nymphomaniacs and she giggled as she felt his sperm moving inside her, Ivy hoping for a miracle and allow her to bare his child.

Because we canít prevent the author from flip-flopping on his baby-maker fetish with the barren, breast-ooze producing murderess, either.

She crawled over to him and laid her red hair on his chest as she kissed his body before drifting off herself.

Hope you all are enjoying the new chapters, remember to comment, ask questions, or just say hi. Thanks for reading, have a great day.

Any day becomes great, once youíre free of reading garbage like this.

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post Jul 15 2017, 10:42 AM
More sex, more stupidity, more of this shit. Hereís Chapter 25, Reunion Part 2.

Catwoman frantically followed Batman's path after hearing him in pain over their radios. She rushed to the top of the Ace Chemical plant building and saw a group of Blackgate thugs in Joker outfits running a muck, beating and raping women they found hiding in Arkham City.

You know, all those women who are just showing up in droves, clamoring to enter the prison facility project thatís been active for weeks before Gotham itself shut down a few months ago.

She quickly sprung into action but when she arrived the women ambushed her and began to tear at her clothing, the girls were under a trace of some kind, as were the thugs. She was pinned down and they tore off the clothing covering her left breast and they began to lick and kiss and suck it as the other men began to tear at her crotch area.

Canít we just get a single scene resembling reality for once? Iím surprised the Joker didnít slip and fall in a pool of crotch emissions with his first step back in Gotham.

As Catwoman was beginning to become defensive instead offensive she noticed vines sneaking up behind the attackers. With out warning the vines snatched the attackers and threw them to the ground, the thugs were pulverized however the vines only knocked the women unconscious then proceeded to engulf Selena.

Because as long as the men are thugs, they donít deserve to live, despite being under the exact same influence as the women. The hypocrisy, misogyny, and all around apathy of this sex-fixated fanfic is starting to come full circle for the tenth time.

"Selena." Poison Ivy's voice could be heard from the vines as they wrapped around the battered woman. "My master found Bruce, his wounds caused him to collapse. She and Harley have been helping him, in more ways then one." The vine said with a slight lustful chuckle. "She is still at the same location. Please come and help take care of your hero so he can save Gotham from that Bastard." They vines tightened, "if you want me to bring you here just tell me to, or you can tear through thugs yourself."

Iím starting to think that not only are you making this shit up as you go along, author, you are also intentionally writing this under the influence of any and all hallucinogens known to man, in order to have sex-zombies and talking stalks of plant matter appear out of literally nowhere in a Batman Arkham series fanfic.

"Just bring me." Selena said with a slight anger about her. She felt Batman betrayed her, but she remembered, as the vines tore through the crowds of armed thugs, Batman was Ivy's first, then Harley joined, then she was invited. ~I guess I am just feeling greedy since he was all mine for the past while.~

Oh, yeah, jealousy is just a silly trifle easily dismissed out of realizing someone else called dibs already, and taking turns without prior agreement or even acknowledgement with your swingerís club is an ordinary practice.

"Selena, prepare to be released." The vine spoke to her in Ivy's voice again. Selena prepped and the Vines dissolved. Selena was on the grassy floor of Ivy's apartment building turned evil lair. She looked around and saw the three sweating and covered in cum sleeping in a flower pod. Ivy's eyes snapped open and she opened the pod.

Trust me, I am already convinced no person, object or surface will be without a hefty coating throughout the rest of this fanfic, author. Iím just amazed no one has caught pneumonia yet.

"Nice of you to join us honey." She formed her panties and small leaf patches to cover her nipples. "What happened to you." She asked as she kissed Selena's bloody lips. Her tongue forcing its way in and releasing a dose of Oxytocin into her body. "FYI, the vapor you just inhaled will make you calmer and nicer.

It would, had you injected it into her ass cheek, perhaps, but as a peptide hormone, itíll break down in her stomach acid. Every time I see this chemistry bullshit pulled in fanfics, none of them gets even basic shit right.

"I was attacked by mind controlled Blackgate thugs and a few women. Their eyes were completely black and the veins were protruding around their eye sockets."

ĒThe author assumed this was obvious, so he didnít mention that when it happened.Ē

She said quickly as she felt the Oxy taking affect. "Why are you so sticky?"

Why does the author need you to be stupid in order to open up a conversation about the endless amount of sex you already know has taken place?

"Well our hero is one beast of a man when he is sexually pleased with out him having any control." She chuckled and pointed to Harley, "She's worse then me. And soon, you'll be worse then both of us combined."

Thatís still only a fraction of how bad this fanfic is, so Iím sure she can live with it.

"What?" Selena's voice was shaken. "Why?"

"Because. Harley and I are going to torture you sexually. Make you want Batman so badly that you will repeatedly fuck his brains out until you are so drenched in his sperm that you will have no inch uncovered." She smiled and moved towards her slightly, "on the outside...and the inside. Definately the inside."

Youíve already made her fill out the job application in the previous chapters, author, you thirsty idiot. I have seen some of the most depraved lemons out there in my mocking, and none of them was this obsessively direct about reducing female characters pretended to be cared about into literal cum-socks.

"You trying to get me pregnant."

With this author, you probably already gave birth yesterday.

"Sort of." Ivy laughed, "I want Batman's baby, so what I am trying to do is get you and Harley both pregnant so that way my body will react and try to create a viable egg for him to fertilize."

For someone orally dispensing hormones, youíd think this bitch had a better plan than sympathy pregnancy.

"You want all of us pregnant!" Her voice was loud and high pitched. Startling Harley awake.

"I'm already pregnant." Harley said sleepily. "Not B-man's but still prego."

Because the greatest turn-on for this author is to have women literally do nothing but want to pump out his babies.

"Harley...what?" Catwoman sat down and began processing. "So Ivy you want me pregnant be cause you believe both me and Harley pregnant will help Bruce get you pregnant. And Harley you are pregnant again with Joker's baby...Anything else I should know?"

That peer pressure pregnancies is the weirdest concept to hit this fanfic since the resurrecting Batmobile?

Ivy sat down and smiled. "Yeah." She held Selena's hand. "you are the only one of the three of us who is good at any level, me and Harley are evil. We kill for fun, we rob banks, we rape each other constantly. Hell she woke me up today by fucking me with a double dildo she made from cucumber."

And for some reason the only way you are cock blocking justice is by not being a cock block. The more you know

"And? I'm not that nice."

"But you are...its why Harley and I want you to marry Bruce."

"What!" She was completely shocked, ~There must be a catch or something, a condition.~

And an insanity plea or two. This fanfic is like a soap opera written for the Manson family

"No condition or anything. We would love it if you would let us still make love to him, but it is your choice as his wife."

You already married him, you green bimbo!

~Well answer my question I never asked and put it all on me. Damn.~ "OK...yeah...I get him first, you get seconds." The three girls laughed, "And I still would like for us to have us time too."

Harley came running from a dead sleep to Selena's side, "Really?"


"Can we right now?"

Well, itís this fanfic, and probably a day that ends in Ďyí, what do you think?

"Harley!" Poison Ivy was appalled by her question.

"Of course you sex crazed slut clown."

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I need to up my game on insults, seeing as this fanfic wears its entirely self-serving wish-fulfilment as a badge of honor.

She bent over and kissed her tenderly. "You two are my best friends and I love you just as much, and in the same way, as Bruce."

Really? I hadnít noticed. No idea up until now. Itís only the single reason this author can remind himself to jerk off at all!

"I can't call him Bruce..." Harley spoke as she began to strip Selena, "Feels weird... I fell in love with Batman, I will call him Batman." She smiled and pulled down Selena's bottom half of her outfit, revealing her tight, wet kitty. "Take your top off yourself. I'm eating some Selena cream pie."

Iím starting to think Iím reading a story produced by a corrupted spam bot, thatís how misunderstood the sexual slang is.

Selena laughed and looked at Ivy. "Come and play. I missed you guys, I need a woman's touch" She smiled brightly as she unzipped her top revealing her perfect breasts and succulent nipples.

Has her shredded suit repaired itself, too, now?

"And who better to then you two?"

Ivy smiled and slowly walked over, her breasts exposing themselves as the leaves and vines fell off her exposing her green flesh to Selena's touch. "A reunion of the Gotham Sirens?"

No wonder my ears were ringing, though this red flashing before my eyes kind of makes it hard to read my own commentary.

"Together forever...made to be as one in three." Ivy grabbed Selena's hair and pressed her lips against the lips of her friend.

Their kiss deepened as Selena laid down and Harley continued to slowly slide two slender fingers in and out while licking and sucking of the delicious juices. Ivy broke the kiss and began to suck on the sweet hard nipples of her full breasts. Selena moaned loudly and began to force Ivy to rotate until the sweet honey pot was in front of her and she began to slowly lick the sweet slit of Ivy's pink flower.

Wait, is this the sexual torture, or is this just regular lesbian sex? I sort of need a hint, since I already know this author canít depict torture scenes without writing like he huffed paint fumes.

She could taste the pure sweet sugar of her wetness. Ivy moaned loudly in her hunched position in which she was able to lick and kiss the tender perky nipples of her friend. Selena moaned into Ivy's rose as she was viciously toyed with by the lustful lady licking her labia and fingering her tightening pussy. Ivy broke out of the hunch and laid so her ass was higher in the air and her breasts were pressed against Selena. She moved Harley to signal to rotate, and Harley obeyed.

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Dude, this is fucking painful to wade through and I even like lesbian porn. But thereís nothing here but soggy adjectives peppering the quickly swapped positions of these brainless dick receptacles, as the author needs to transition to the next screenshot he got off of Pornhub.

Harley was now facing Selena's feet, her body at an angle to allow Ivy who was sitting up on her knees to let Harley lay her legs spread far apart to allow for Ivy to spread Harley's lady lips apart with her soft strong tongue. Ivy's honeypot was pressed into Selena's face who was devouring every ounce of Ivy's sweet aphrodisiac juices, making her pussy wetter and wetter until Harley's every lick and kiss made her feel like she could almost cum but the lack of a strong dick inside her made her body reject the idea of a g-spot strength orgasm, but she still screamed into the pussy of Ivy every kiss or lick Harley.

So, sheís having her not-orgasm, because the universe has ruled that the self-insert's dick is the only thing in the universe that can properly pleasure these author-enslaved fictional beings. This level of self-indulgence is getting creepier at every derailing sentence.

Ivy broke the circle of lust for a moment to look at her lustful kitty drinking her sweet coconut milk and honey from the flower.

Whatever flavor you like, author, Iím sure she can produce the E-numbers herself.

"Do you want Batman?" Ivy asked before returning to the quivering pussy of Harley.

Selena nodded and broke the circle, "Of course I do. I want him to fuck me for hours." She said lustfully before she returned to please Ivy.

"Too bad. We want you to ourselves."

Do you know who else wantís someone for themselves? The Joker with Batmanís child. The only thing you are interested in is a cock, not even whoís attached to it or what they want to do outside the bedroom.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Selena tried to break free but Ivy pinned her down and forced her clit into the tight mouth of her capture.

I see you avoided using the word Ďtrapí so as to not accidentally invoke a dick onto the lesbian orgy, author.

Harley held down Selena's legs, spreading them far apart until her entire pussy was open and dripping her juices everywhere. Selena struggled and screamed for Bruce but she was muffled by Ivy's muff. And for hours the two lustful ladies pleased themselves as well as their reluctant partner.

Iíll take Ďreluctantí with a grain of salt, seeing as Ivy and Harley apparently on a regular basis Ďrapeí each other.

Only stopping to eat and drink real food and drinks before continuing until finally Selena's body gave out and she collapsed from sexual exhaustion.

"Red?" Harley called out to her green skinned sister of lust, "Did we overdo it?"

No, she just fell into the regular post-coitus sleep coma again. Poor some coffee in her. Or on her, if thatís your thing.

"Nope. When she awakens she will go straight for Batman. We will help her and keep her and Batman full of energy however we must."

"Drugs?" Harley said in disgust.

"Of course not. We will feed them and keep them awake until I can sense a fertilized egg in her womb."

"How long could that take?"

"Days...weeks even. But that is why we are going to be supplying them with nourishment, keeps Batman pumping out cream, and keeps Selena sucking his balls dry with that delicious pussy of hers."

I know youíve said you are evil, but Gotham is burning, Harleyís born baby is kidnapped, the Joker could attack at any point, and your focus is to have Batman as your personal fuck toy. Who wonít this fanfic disgust at this point?

"You really planned this out..." Harley said as she snuggled next to Batman.

"Yes. Ever since I saw your son I've wanted my own, not to just raise some other person's child."

Having Harley pregnant was your idea in the first place! When the fuck did you even see the kid? Bruce didnít see it until Metropolis, and you were kidnapped by Two-face before it was even born!!

"I can understand...I can't wait to get my son back from Mistah J."

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Pray tell, are you simply too afraid to open a door and let the rest of the world drown in your bodily fluids?

Ivy lifted Selena and lay her down on Batman so his cock was being drenched by her still soaking pussy.

Youíd all have died from dehydration, if not for the fact that you all keep sharing and showering each other in whatever your bodies are secreting.

"I just hope Batboy can handle us all. Father of three kids, lover of three women, savior of Gotham and playboy millionaire to the rest of the world. He is gonna be one exhausted man."

Because he has done so much of the latter two lately, hasnít he? Better put Metropolis on that list, too, since Superman has apparently evaporated.

"We should make sure to help too." Harley said as she drifted of, two fingers deep inside her own pussy.

"Yeah...we should." Ivy's eyes grew heavy as she kissed the three lovers tenderly.

You? Help? When? When you are pregnant? When youíve given birth? Thirteen chapters ago, when we were exactly where we are now?!

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, make sure to comment, send some suggestions, or ask some questions. I'll answer PM's btw

Hereís a question. Which bootleg Batman product were you bashed over the head with, in order to make you think writing this fanfic was a productive pastime?

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post Jul 20 2017, 12:20 PM
We have to wade through the ocean of cum and viscera that this author keeps pouring out for us. Hereís Chapter 26, Reunion Part 3.

Bruce's eyes opened he was looking down at Selena's wet body pressed against him, her bare pussy dripping its juices onto his hardening cock.

I have become accustomed with this being the status quo, author, you donít have to go out of your way to stumble forth and tell me.

She was red from blushing and her body was quivering as if just fucked for an hour straight.

Or she has a fever, but whatever, youíre Batman, youíd know stuff like this.

He then looked to his left and then his right and saw both Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn bare and in very lustful positions, Harley having his hand pressing against her fingers and pussy. Ivy was laying legs spread open but her chest turned away to hide her perfect perky breast. He laughed slightly in his head, ~What has happened now?~

The Jokerís rampage has gone unhindered for yet another day, reaching a week, maybe, Iíve lost track.

He felt his cock throb and press into Selena's pussy, Selena moaned slightly her nails digging into his chest as he took a sharp breath from the sudden pain.

Oh, quit whining, your charred skin shouldnít be able to feel anything at this point anyway.

"Bruce?" Selena whispered as she slowly raised her head from her comatose.

"Selena." He smiled kindly at her before she pulled herself to him and kissed him with a passion burning brighter than of a thousand suns.

This cheap use of poetic language is awfully clichť. It doesnít help that the term is ordinarily coined to atomic explosions, leaving this fanfic as the second worst disaster using it.

"I love you." She held him close, her body still aching from her sexual adventure with her sister sirens. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

"I'm sorry." He lifted her sweet face up to see tears streaking across her face. "I love you too."

"Promise I will never lose you."

"I swear it."

ĒI mean, Iím the authorís self-insert, I couldnít even die if my Batmobile exploded.Ē

They smile at each other kindly and kiss tenderly. Selena's body again trembles from pure excitement and desire. She felt his manhood throb again and she smiled into the kiss as they broke it apart. She slowly lowered herself so she was close enough to lick the rim,

I swear, if your next entry into the misunderstood sexual slang list is you inferring a rim job, author, Iíll doubt you even know what genitals are.

close enough to smell the smell of Harley's cream and Ivy's honey. She thought to herself, ~ This is mine. Mine to lick, kiss, suck and fuck.~

You sure you donít want to put in Ďpetí, Ďdress upí, and Ďtake for walksí, to add variety, since you have her be nothing but your cock worshipper, author?



"Fuck me. Now." Her voice was lustful and demanding. Her body felt satisfied but was lacking the feeling of a man.

Any man. Itís pathetic enough that you elevate your self-insert to be the literal world of these characters, author, but could you at least make it seem like they have an emotional investment in him as a person, and not just being cock starved sluts whoíd jump Jokerís jack-in-the-box if he walked in through the door?

"Oh?" Bruce's expression was from curious to lustful in a moment. He stroked her cheek softly before guiding her to slide the entire cock into her mouth and she began immediately, her tongue teasing the rim and head of his cock. He began to moan loudly as grabbing her head and forcing her down further until Selena gagged and scratched his legs until he released her so she could breath.

Why, has the author already forgotten that he has equated pain to be pure pleasure to these cretins? As far as kinks goes, I felt erotic asphyxiation was sort of implied.

Her hot breath was on his wet cock as her hand slid his beast up and down. She pushed his body down and almost instinctively she mounted the brute. Blank stare and only one goal in mind. 'To fuck until both of their bodies are tired.'

What passion. Itís like reading how flies fuck, and just as interesting, too. How much more mundane and impersonal do you want to make the act of sex between these brainless automatons, author?

She slide his entire manhood deep inside her moaning every time it throbbed and she began bouncing up and down, and as time progressed she slammed her thick soft ass down harder and harder until finally she a Bruce were moaning loud enough to wake Ivy and Harley.

You have already managed to make Bruce and Selena into an aberrant glob of convulsing human flesh by now with this decaying grammar, author, please donít make it worse.

Minutes after Bruce had came inside of her, Bruce's cock was hard again from the aphrodisiacs still in his system from Ivy.

If you are truly trying to make a saleís pitch for this energizer commercial, I think you need to work on your angle, author.

Selena again slid him inside of her and began to pound him. He suddenly pulled her down so her huge tits were pressed against his chest and he began to pump up into her, bucking his hips widely until Selena was screaming from the pleasure. She looked up and saw how much her and Bruce making love was affecting her friends.

They were hunched over a bucket each, incapable of understanding how someone could even buck theirs hips that wide.

"Join us you two." She said kindly offering her lover's attention to them as well.

"Nope. He is all yours." Ivy said heart aching like Harley had smashed in her chest.

Are emotions an enigma to you, author? Iíve been begging you to actually have any of these actions taking place bear any indication that there are even a thinking being sensing and acting out of intentional thought, and now you are making them sound like crash test dummies.

"Yeah. We are just here to help you eat during your fuckfest." She to felt a pain in her, desiring Batman to show her a good time but giving it up.

I have heard about catering wish fulfillment, but this is getting downright silly.

"I'm sorry you two." Selena said sorrowfully as she continued unconsciously pumping her hips as Bruce bucked. Selena bit down on his shoulder making him moan loudly, causing the two lustful ladies to lewdly begin rubbing themselves, Ivy's honey sloshing and Harley's juices seeping into and overflowing her panties.

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Okay, at this point we can confirm you need a psychiatrist, a veterinarian, and a plumber, because these crazy bitches have sprung a leak!

"At least let us help you two how we can." Bruce's voice was tender and kind as he invited the girls to join them.

Harley took Ivy aside and began begging and pleading. Eventually Ivy agreed and the duo stripped quickly while watching their desired lover release another load deep into the pulsating pussy of Catwoman.

Never have I been this close to believing a sex scene would result in an actual explosion.

Bruce pushed Selena off and she got on her hands and knees, beckoning Harley to lay in front of her so she could please her. Harley obeyed and Selena began to viciously lick and suck and devour the tender pussy of the sex crazed clown queen.

Unless she has a crown and a red, ball-shaped nose that honks at every lick, could you please fuck off with this unbefitting prose?

Her slender hands ran up her body across her ample breasts and into her blonde hair as she began moaning. Bruce mounted Selena from behind and began to pound the slippery silk of her pussy immediately as he motioned for Ivy to sit on his shoulders.

I thought the next circus act would wait until the clown was done with its routine, but whatever.

She stood so her pussy was in his face and his arms immediately wrapped around her, his hands pulling her hips down into his face as his tongue plunged into her honeypot. Ivy began moaning and pulling on Bruce's hair, forcing his face in deeper for moments, pushing him away in moments of overwhelming ecstasy.

Which is either never or all the time, depending on whether or not Iím willing to accept the presentation of this cum-dripping drivel.

For minutes into hours, Bruce kept his motion of licking and sucking Ivy as well as his motion of pumping and fucking Selena until Ivy began to scream and the plants around them began to quiver and release pollen, and once all the plants released she released flooding Bruce with her honey, overwhelming him with aphrodisiacs.

But what sort of aphrodisiac are we talking about here? Amphetamines that also helps with ADHD and narcolepsy? No, probably not with this storyís track record. Bupropion that increase blood pressure and heart rate? Youíd be dead by now in that case. Tetosterone? I think weíd have to reevaluate Ivyís biology if that was the case.

He felt a sudden surge of pleasure from his cock as Selena began to pulsate her pussy from the pure bliss of both Bruce in her pussy and one of Ivy's vine pumping her tight ass. She began to beg for more as she made Harley scream from the intoxicating feeling of Selena's tongue inside her. She screamed again as she released while Selena's mouth engulfed her entire pussy, forcing the juices into her mouth to be swallowed and for Harley to force herself away dragging herself a few feet before the shear, raw, uncontrolled feeling making her moan with each motion.

This isnít sex, this is a cascade of drugged out junkies having their high result in anaphylactic seizures. Can anyone even fish out a single sentence from this cesspool that says otherwise?

Harley collapsed moaning as Ivy fell off of Bruce and rolled over onto her back looking at the two succubi still fucking even after cumming again and again and again.

You just told us both Selena and Bruce are female sex demons, what the fuck?!

"I might have over did it with the aphrodisiacs." Ivy gasped out as she moved next to the quivering Harley.

Well, then just shit out some anaphrodisiacs to counter it. It would only be a more genuine and literal asspull than your pussyís chemistry set.

"You...you...you th-think?" Her body was still shaking. "We...sh-should stop them."

"Yeah. They might kill each other with sex." Ivy chuckled as she weakly shuffled over to the lovers still making passionate love for the fifth hour, only breaking to eat and use bathrooms.

Because scat and water sports isnít on the menu, and the author wants Ďrealismí injected with instantaneous snack and potty breaks. Wait, can this author seriously not go five hours without eating?

Ivy took Bruce and placed her plump lips against his and the pheromones she emitted forced his body to rest when he collapsed and fell asleep Ivy repeated with Selena and then proceeded to collapse next to her.

Harley pulled herself over and she and Ivy laughed through the pain of being devoured by their respected pleasure provider. "Ne-next is you Ivy, soon you'll get your b-baby." Harley stuttered from he pulsating pleasure ravaging her body.

Riddle me this. Would you fucking mongrels be doing anything else besides this, even if the Joker wasnít currently immolating the entirety of Gotham?

"I know Harley." She kissed Harley with the same pheromones and watched her blonde sister collapse into a sleep, and she proceeded to join her.

Thank you for reading this...intense...chapter.

Watching people drown usually is, but Iím not sure you wanted to emulate it this accurately.

I hope you all enjoyed it, and remember to comment, review, make a suggestion for a story or something I should add, ask some questions or what ever you feel like.

I do have one fair suggestion, if you donít mind: Adopt some standards.

I would also like to say to the guest reader who suggested a story in their reviews, I will be working on it soon, along with my novelization of The Lusty Argonian Maid more based around drama more so then the humor of the original text. So keep an weather eye for those stories.

What a funny coincidence, I was just about to start off my triple spitfire mocks with that 22 chapter atrocity.

Title: The Lusty Argonian Maid
Series: Elder Scroll

Quote: "Your name is Lifts-Her-Tail?" he chuckled, "Is that supposed to be a sexual thing? Like you'd have sex for anything or something."
"Yes, my lord. It was my mother's predestination of me." The beautiful maid frowned as she realized the name made herself seem like a whore.

I canít wait for the family dinner with Mrs. Hates-Her-Children and Mr. Gives-No-Fucks.

Title: Birds and Rugburn
Series: Regular Show

Quote: "Just fuck my face already." Margaret said into the cock, slightly garbled and muffled by his presence in her mouth.

Who doesnít want to fuck a beak, as long as the bird pays the groin surgery afterwards?

Title: Shy Passions
Series: My Little Pony

Quote: "Lay down and let me thrust in between your tits, or suck the head as you move them up and down, or combine them both."

I see that the author dabbles in ďchoose your own sex-positionĒ adventure games.

This can't keep continuing, can it? There has to be a return to the plot, otherwise this fanfic can't keep up masquerading as anything but the author's porn portfolio.

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