The Joke’s On Batgirl (Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl)

The Joke’s On Batgirl
(The Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl)
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn’t cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she’d been forced to carry extra pairs of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She’d even gone to a singles bar (while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham’s red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short time she’d owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn’t the same as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she’d become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn’t know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an uneasy slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn’t pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he’d been wracked by guilt and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands (and assorted other body parts) of the Joker and his gang. Since he’d been the one to tell her of the Joker’s escape and had given her his (reluctant) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn’t even a rumor of his location in Gotham’s underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the main topic of conversation with most librarians weighing in (in hushed tones, of course) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose greatest pleasures in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

“Why she’s nothing but a common tart and libertine,” she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

“Now I don’t know about that Miss Peychaud,” the larger woman replied before her angular co-worker interrupted.

“Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the morals of an alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in? It’s so skintight that it’s a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no doubt that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered.”

“Well I admit her costume isn’t loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. Most of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she’s done a lot of good things. Countless times I’ve read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril.”

“Bah! It’s my contention that her so called heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright lies. If you dig deep you’d probably find that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl – a degenerate tramp.”

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn’t liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have friends in high places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud’s mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

“Miss Gordon! Come quickly, we have a problem!”

“Yes Enid, what’s the matter?” Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the junior librarian’s face.

“There’s a man using the computer… and oh my. I don’t know how to say this…”

“Calm down Enid,” Barbara told her in a soothing tone as she headed for the door, “and tell me as we walk. Okay?”

“Oh yes Miss Gordon, I’m sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn’t realize I’d be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library books would be the worst thing I’d have to deal with.”

The other librarians wanting to know what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to follow Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

“So like I was saying Miss Gordon there’s a man using a computer, but I think he’s homeless because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad.”

“While that isn’t pleasant Enid I don’t think…”

“No, that’s not the real problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he’s watching pornography on the library computer with the volume turned up all the way.”

“All right Enid, I’ll handle this. You wait here.”

“Are you sure Miss Gordon, if you want I’ll come with you,” she replied though it was clear by the look on her face she didn’t want to.

“Yes I’m sure.”

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU (Gotham City Criminal Liberties Union) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren’t grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the good of the other library users.

“Excuse me sir,” she said as she approached him from behind, “might I have a word with you about making the library experience better for all?”

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to tell for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they’d been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

“Hey baby, you want some of what she’s getting on screen? Is that why you’re here? Cause I have just what you need,” he told her as he fondled himself obscenely through his filthy trousers.

Her retort died on her lips as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

“Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,” she said while avoiding looking at both the computer screen and the man’s bulging groin, “was that you could show some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the provided headphones so as not to disturb others?”

“Why? No one else is here but you and me sweetie. Besides I know my rights,” he said before belching loudly.

“Yes, your rights,” Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying teeth intermingled with cheap gin. “So you won’t reconsider then?”

“No but my offer still goes for you. If you’re nice or rather nasty I’ll give you a good fuck. What do you say Miss Prim and Proper?” he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her toned legs and butt the whole time. She didn’t pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

“Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I’m calling from the main branch of the Gotham City Library where we’re having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible? Thank you so much,” she said before hanging up.

“I have to say Miss Gordon that though I don’t normally believe in using one’s connections in this case its justified,” Miss Peychaud sniffed.

“Well Miss Peychaud while I’m so pleased to receive your approval I’ve used no connections. I didn’t mention my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are other factors which I’ll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today.”

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

“Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding heart judge but I don’t care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you’re sober. And if you give me a hard time then I’ll charge you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to believe – a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet young woman like this? So this is what you’re going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rights. Now move!”

Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officers accompanying him. The older one tipped his cap to Barbara and said “Ma’am,” as he departed.

Sighing in relief she thought they’d need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘actors’ double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation’s capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara’s agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the images she’d watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn’t enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to take over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

“Yes, give it to me! Please don’t stop!” Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, guttural moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point her hand released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did make some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a zipper in the back, she turned it into two pieces.

The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom section and of course mending what sections Harley and the Joker had cut. That allowed the bottoms to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara’s apartment building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood.