Here's what I have so far. I can do more, I'm not calling it a night any time soon.

Specific /r/s are welcome.

needs more licking

also: GOOD JOB!!! -thumbs up-

can we get some write-fags on this?

I keep hearing "more licking" and "more cock", so here's a bit of both.

Even more cock.

Or one where Crane looks shy. :|

:D

i just want MOAR nursejoker!

NURSE JOKER WITH NOLAND HARLEY!

>>9416
>>9417
Lemme see if I can kill two birds with one stone here.

>>9420
needs joker paint on penis

>>9420
>dicks-everywhere.jpg

Oh you.

wheres twoface?? shouldnt he be raped by nurse joker???

>>9417
second

great work!

moar plz

>>9426
I think I'm gay now

batman on scarecrow please

>>9427
That was basically my reaction to Cillian Murphy.

>>9431
mine too D:

This is in danger of becoming an obsession.

>>9433
at least it's a beautiful one

>>9434
I've certainly had worse!

>>9435
Everyone has I'm sure! I've been through a million phases, but this one I'm perfectly fine with.

I might have to write something for this eventually.

Someone on /co/ asked for, in no uncertain terms, "PENIS IN MOUTH PLEASE". And I really like the glasses, so there.

>>9437
I...thank you so much

>>9437
wow. The glasses did it for me...that and his expression

>>9440
I wish he'd worn them in TDK. Course, I wish he'd had a bigger part too.

and now, another /co/ request.

>>9441
Same here, but I guess glasses+mask= poor visibility? And yes a little bit of a bigger one.

This one is amazing~ Ugh his expression

>>9437
i like how this ones just like "im suckin a dick.. out of the theme for the rest of my pics... no stright jacket!"

>>9443
I don't think too many people mind.

>>9443
Variety is the spice of life.

>>9445 >>9444
No i love it! one of those subliminal laughable things!

>>9419

... can some kind drawfag do this?

Because Nurse Joker and Harley would be really hot. We can make Harley a futa to keep it man-love?

>>9449
Would just-female Harley be acceptable?

I mean, I like futa as much as the next man, but man, it's *Harley*.

>>9450

I'd PREFER it to be female Harley but I didn't want to break the rules of this thread.

/r/ Crane's revenge on Joker, if you get what I mean >_>

>>9453
I double the vote on Harley being female, I'm all about the yaoi but I have to agree that I just can't see her futa. *shakes fist* and so help me if you don't do it I may be forced to do it my self!!!

But please don make me..

>>9453
Huzzah

fucking moar!

also, 1 more vote for fem-harley

maybe a bit more Dent action in there too, dont know

any writefags out there, I will pay you in 1,000,000 internets if you get on this.....I'll also bake you brownies

This thread pleases me so much, you have no idea. <3 Seriously made my week.

From the thread on 4chan /co/:

>I clicked for the lulz but I found myself becoming aroused good job for turning me gay /co/

Excellente'.

>>9458
Perfect!

>>9459
/r/ Crane or Joker in the Just as Planned pose.

>>9461
oh shit, I must do this. But first I have to get off my ass and do the one with Harley.


awake for 27 hours, my motivation is starting to wobble.

>>9456
:'D

>>9462
You can do it anon!

>>9465
First, dinner. Then, Joker licking Harley.

>>9466
Take it easy, Anon. You've made us all proud. <3

>>9466
Have a great dinner anon!

Not trying to take away from OP, because his/her stuff's awesome, but dammit I had to do one.
Stupid sexy Batman villains.

>>9482
OH FUCK YEAH

>>9482
yessssssssss

Writefag here, give me prompts.

>>9487
I'm taking most of my inspiration from the drawfag here.
Nurse Joker/Crane: This may hurt a bit
Nurse Joker/Crane: Padded Walls

>>9488
second!

I'm baaack.

I should have Harley/Joker up soon, assuming I don't pass out in the process.

>>9492
Don't pass out! Pass out after it's up. <3

>>9493

Fair enough.

So, hey. What kind of a reaction are we picturing from Harley, here? Normal reaction to being licked by the joker would probably be "OH GOD WTF", but it is Harley, so she might be more along the lines of "8D!"

Thoughts?

>>9495
Hmmm...I was thinking something along the lines of being scared, but also liking it. That might be hard to pull off, though.

>>9495

Yes, more along the lines of "8D".

Like, she couldn't possibly understand why anyone would HATE being with her Puddin'... of course, she'd be a little upset to find out what Mr. J is doing behind her back...

>>9496

Not sure if want, expression?

'sup?

>>9499

Jeezes Crane is so moe.

Drawing porn is a good warmup mmmyep.

>>9501
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

I propose an addendum to internet rule 34: if there is a character, Nurse Joker is entirely capable of raping them.

>>9503
Even Superman?

Lipbiting = the ultimate "not sure if want".

This is the weird, not-quite-btas, not-quite-nolanish Harley I sketched up earlier. Now with 28% more molestation!

>>9505

YAY! I love the expression.

>>9505
You're the best, drawfag!

Hot.

>>9503
I concur; this is how it shall be written in all Rule 34s henceforth.

Writefags are on the way!

Heyyyyy, here from regular 4chan.

(to avoid porn confusion, I'm namefagging it)

"So tell me, what do you fear?"

"Me? I fail to see how this is ...relevant." Johnathan Crane shifted awkwardly on the patient's couch. The room was dark, and he couldn't see who his doctor was today --they were always changing the doctors here, almost as often as they were changing the drugs. The current cocktail he was on was supposed to make him more 'tractable', with a side effect of giving him a hard-on for anything that moved. He was pretty sure the latter effect wasn't an intentional move on the administration's part.

"And they told me you were smart." A small hmf, a pen-scratch. "Johnathan--"

"It's Scarecrow!"

"Johnathan, your criminal 'career', such as it was, revolved around fear as a behavioral tool."

Pretty sure. Though with Quinzel, it was hard to be particularly certain of anything. Johnathan shifted again, trying to relieve the pressure of the couch on his aching groin. They had dropped him on the couch face-down, some new ploy to keep him unnerved, off-balance. It was working, though not, admittedly, in the orthodox manner.

"A behavioral modifier." Johnathan snapped.

"As you say." The doctor agreed absently. "But surely you realized the question must be asked: what particular fear is it that drives a man to dedicate his life to the study of, well, fear?"

>>9512

deliver, writefag!

Over on 4chan, what was post >>5227816?
I missed it, and I feel I missed something awesome if it got deleted like that.

>>9515

"Wh-what are you doing?" Crane sputtered, although he was afraid he might already know the answer.
"Well it depends," Joker drummed his hands against the thick cloth of Crane's straightjacket.
"Depends on what?"
"On whether or not you co-operate!" Joker learned forward, still smiling like a schoolboy. "After all, your involvement changes the circumstances completely!" His hands trailed their way to the edge of Crane's pants, licking his lips again as he ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric. He leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against Crane's chin. "So you tell me," he said, voice low all of a sudden as he kissed along the edge of Crane's jaw. "What am I doing?"
"Nnnnnn." Crane tried to pull away, but his bonds and the weight of the Joker made that impossible.
"Hmm? What was that?" Joker had made his way up to his victim's ear, lightly biting at the lobe before kissing it again.
"N-don't." Jonathan hissed, trying to calm his shallow breathing as Joker continued to kiss his way up the doctor's cheek, leaving slight smears of his makeup. "No. Stop it. "
"Oh?" Joker licked again at the small cut on Crane's lip, grabbing the doctor's hair to keep him from moving his head. He leaned down and kissed him roughly, not paying the slightest attention to Crane trying to push him off. Joker gave a thrust forward, digging his erection as hard as possible into Crane, before breaking the forced kiss and looking at the doctor, still wildly grinning.
"Get the fuck off of me." Crane glowered, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. Joker gave a slightly surprised look, then a hurt one, then grinned again, returning his hands to Crane's waist.
"Well, guess that answers what I'm doing." Joker smiled venomously as he began to pull Crane's pants down.

>>9515
here. until this writerfag will get here and pose all the story herself.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Crane sputtered, although he was afraid he might already know the answer.
"Well it depends," Joker drummed his hands against the thick cloth of Crane's straightjacket.
"Depends on what?"
"On whether or not you co-operate!" Joker learned forward, still smiling like a schoolboy. "After all, your involvement changes the circumstances completely!" His hands trailed their way to the edge of Crane's pants, licking his lips again as he ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric. He leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against Crane's chin. "So you tell me," he said, voice low all of a sudden as he kissed along the edge of Crane's jaw. "What am I doing?"
"Nnnnnn." Crane tried to pull away, but his bonds and the weight of the Joker made that impossible.
"Hmm? What was that?" Joker had made his way up to his victim's ear, lightly biting at the lobe before kissing it again.
"N-don't." Jonathan hissed, trying to calm his shallow breathing as Joker continued to kiss his way up the doctor's cheek, leaving slight smears of his makeup. "No. Stop it. "
"Oh?" Joker licked again at the small cut on Crane's lip, grabbing the doctor's hair to keep him from moving his head. He leaned down and kissed him roughly, not paying the slightest attention to Crane trying to push him off. Joker gave a thrust forward, digging his erection as hard as possible into Crane, before breaking the forced kiss and looking at the doctor, still wildly grinning.
"Get the fuck off of me." Crane glowered, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. Joker gave a slightly surprised look, then a hurt one, then grinned again, returning his hands to Crane's waist.
"Well, guess that answers what I'm doing." Joker smiled venomously as he began to pull Crane's pants down.

>>9512

"If you'd read any of my books--" He cut in.

"If I had read your books, Johnathan, which I have, thank you very much, I would have learned nothing more than what you want people to learn. That is to say, not much."

Johnathan sighed inaudibly and closed his eyes.

"...Though, if I had read your personal notes--"

Johnathan jerked his head up. "You DIDN'T!" He cried.

"I did."

"You had no right-- they were classified-- I left ORDERS!"

"The funny thing about being criminally insane, John --can I call you John?-- is that those of us who aren't tend to have a lot more... leverage."

Johnathan tried to calm his breathing, in, out, but he couldn't shake the feeling of profound unease building in the pit of his stomach. The worst part, really, was knowing that there was a way out (there was always a way out), a way to turn the tables, to misdirect... if he wasn't on these GODDAMN drugs.

"I," He started, "I, you, you can't just, I didn't..."

"Now we're getting somewhere," Dr. Quinzel said, and she sounded pleased.

>>9516
Here's the rest:
Crane heard the door of his cell open, but continued to stare at the opposite wall, the off-white of the pads more of a sickly yellowish hue. He had no desire to talk to, or even acknowledge the so called 'doctors' of the asylum - he had been most competent out of the handful brave, or stupid, enough to work here and now he was patient, deemed so dangerous he had to be kept in a straightjacket. So what did that say for the rest of the staff?
A loud clatter drew his attention away from the wall and to his right where a nurse, back turned to him, was busying herself over a metal tray of syringes and pills. He rolled his eyes and turned away again; yet another pointless attempt to 'fix' him. He wasn't broken; he simply didn't adhere to what was acceptable.
"Well don't we look the grumpy guss today?' said the nurse in an unnaturally high voice. Crane turned in confusion and curiosity, then froze.
This nurse was no nurse at all. Wearing the outfit, which was illfitting now that Crane noticed, was none other than the Joker, his signature makeup smeared freshly across his face. He was wearing a ridiculous wig and there seemed to a slight smear of blood along one sleeve. The clown grinned at him, mouthful of yellowed teeth, and leaned forward.
'Morning, precious.'
Crane tried to keep his composure with the clown's hot breath on his cheek. "What are you doing here?" he asked sharply. Joker's grin didn't waver.
"Oh, you know, my cell got boring. I considered just killing the nurse for kicks, but then I remembered how much FUN this outfit was when I visited dear old Harvey Dent." Joker gave Crane a light tap on the cheek with the last line as he stood up and twirled back to the tray of tools.
"You know they practically gave these to me?" He giggled, picking up a scalpel and playing with it, looking back at Crane, still grinning. "I mean, a straightjacket, really? After all that beautiful chaos I managed out in Gotham they think a little backwards coat can hold me?" He returned to Crane's side, teasing the edge of the knife against his cheek. "I'm surprised it's held you for this long."
"I'm not in the mood for escaping. Or games." Jonathan said as coldly as possible, trying to ignore the cold steel pressing on his skin.
Joker removed the blade with a 'tsk', licking his lips. "You know doc, after all the stories I thought you'd be a little more," he waved his hands in the air, stuck for a word "un-boring. But I'm not going to give up hope."
"Please go away." Crane said as the clown stood up, giving him a grossly exaggerated pout. Then with a change of gears, he suddenly swung a leg over Crane's body, straddling him against the chair and crossing his arms on the smaller man's chest, waving the scalpel in the air while watching it. Then, with another lick of his lips, he turned his attention to the increasingly uncomfortable Crane.
"Say doc, wanna know how I got these scars?"

>>9519
The doctor didn't answer, but Joker didn't seem to notice. Running the edge of the scalpel blade against his own tongue, he began.
"I was... in college. Second year. Studying law." He grinned at Crane, who remained emotionless. "And I was doing poorly."
"Now," Joker shifted his weight, "I wasn't a.... a party-goer. Or a slacker. No, I just wasn't doing all that well. So my teacher he, he tells me that I'm going to have to do extra work. That I'm going to have to see him after class if I want to bring up my grades. And I do, I do. So the next night I go to his office, all books and, and notes and wanting to learn. "
At this point Joker pressed his body against Crane's, digging his hips into the smaller man's as he learned forward. One hand had slid down to Crane's waist while the other was holding the blade against his cheek, pressing lightly. Joker's breath was hot on Crane's ear as he leaned his close, mouth just brushing the skin as he whispers.
"And he makes me do things."
Joker leaned a bit back, but kept his face close to Crane's now. "Now, I'm a student. I don't dare say anything. And my grades go up. But after a while I can't take it. The guilt, the disgust, it's eating me away. I go and tell him I can't do it anymore. He threatens to fail me. I threaten to tell the board. He threatens me with a knife."
The scalpel is digging it's way slightly into Crane's bottom lip now, as Joker leans even closer.
"I try to laugh it off, try to pretend I'm joking. But he doesn't believe me. He can't risk his reputation now. He comes after me. Tackles me, holds me down. Takes the knife to my face, does this, asks if I'm still laughing."
At this point Joker began to chuckle to himself, and with another lick of his lips applied a bit more pressure, causing a small bead of blood to appear on Crane's lip. "And then he takes the knife to himself, slashes his throat. And you know what? I'm still laughing. I'm always laughing now! And you know why, doctor Crane?"
Jonathan didn't answer, suddenly, horribly, aware of Joker's erection digging into his thigh.
"Because now I understand desperate. Because I understand what itty-bitty little things will push a man over the edge. How someone will do whatever it takes to save themselves, even if it means murder. Or suicide. Or... something else." The hand on Crane's waist gave a little squeeze as Joker tossed the blade away. It's clatter echoed in the small room.
"So doc, just how desperate do you get?"
Crane didn't say anything, but found it difficult to keep his breathing calm. He wasn't exactly skilled at staying calm during an interrogation by a cross-dressing psychopath. Joker watched him for a moment, a smirk on his face, bother bursting into a grin and striking forward, licking the blood off of the stunned doctor's lip and sitting back with a proud grin.

>>9519
I should clarify: This is the beginning of the story. >>9516 is about the middle and comes right after >>9520

"Hey.. HEY!" Jonathan tried to squirm his body away from the clown, but he only managed in helping Joker remove his pants. As the waistband wrapped around his ankles Joker dismounted completely and pulled them off with flourish. Crane pointless tried to turn himself from the clown when Joker grabbed ankles.
"You seem tense," Joker said, putting on the airs of concern. Crane only glared back at him, trying to pull away from Joker's grip. The clown ignored the struggles, running his hands up along the insides of Crane's legs, digging his fingers in at odd intervals in a mock massage.
"We should really help you relax." Joker nodded knowingly, as if just moments ago he wasn't just threatening to rape the doctor. He ran one hand further along Crane's inner thigh, before moving it further under the long, loose folds of the straight jacket. Crane jerked away, but Joker grabbed his shoulder with his other hand, 'tsk'ing like a concerned nurse. The thought made Crane re-aware of the nurse outfit Joker was currently wearing, and forced himself to not look at the skirt.
"Now just try to relax." Joker murmered as he manuvered behind Crane, one arm wrapped around his neck while the other hand was buried underneath the shadows of the jacket, lightly stroking. Crane gritted his teeth as Joker began to kiss along his neck again, trying to will his body to stop reacting. It was futile though; he was soon hard in Joker's hand as it squeezed and stroked along the length.
"Good boy, good boy, that's it." Joker shhed as Crane continued to struggle, running his tongue along the edge of his ear. He began to stroke harder, rougher as Crane fought him and the restraints of the straightjacket.

>>9521
"Joker," Crane growled through gritted teeth.
"Oh, we're on a name basis now, doc?" Joker interrupted, giving a sudden squeeze and getting a gasp out of the doctor. Crane momentarily forgot what he was going to say as his body began to react on it's own. Crane struggled to regain control, biting his lip, holding his breath, clenching his fists until they bled inside the arms of his straightjacket. It was still a difficult thing to do as Joker continued to lick, nibble and suck at his neck. And despite all his efforts, Crane's body ignored him, happily following Joker's tugs towards climax.
Jonathan came with a strangled noise, as he tried to hold back any cry, unsuccessfully. Joker tended to him a few strokes more, until he was back to being limp in the clown's hands.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Joker gave Crane another lick on the cheek. "Of course, your struggling did help a bit." The clown stood, wiping his hands on the doctor's seat as he sauntered back over to the tray and picked up a pill, looking it over before shrugging and tossing it in his mouth. As he chewed he turned to Crane, grimacing and shaking his head.
"Why don't they ever have these taste good?" He smacked his lips together thoughtfully, before shrugging and picking Crane's pants up off of the floor. "There you go, sweetheart."
Crane was at an utter loss for words as the pants hit him in the chest, staring with disgust and disbelief as Joker smoothed out his outfit and turned to wink at him.
"Better get back to my cell before everyone gets all out of place that I'm gone. Try not to miss me."
"What is WRONG with you?" Crane asked as Joker began to open the door. Joker turned and looked at Crane as though Jonathan had just asked the stupidest question in the world.
"YOU'RE the shrink." Joker said in a 'duh' tone before leaving. Crane watched the closed door for a second before leaning back and wondering if maybe he really had gone crazy.

END

want moar crane :|

OOhhh... that fic made my pants very happy.

"What is WRONG with you?" BAHAHA

>>9518
Hey why aren't you postin' moar. >:|

>>9522
I was inspired.

>>9525
It was dinner time.
We now return to our regularly scheduled porn.

>>9518


"Now we're getting somewhere," Dr. Quinzel said, and she sounded pleased.

"Very Freudian," Johnathan grunted. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the light, and he could just make out a pale shape in the corner of the room.

"If you insist," She said, and Johnathan could almost hear her smile. He shifted, again, valiantly resisting to hump the couch cushions, and tried to peer through the darkness in the room. She sounded like she was... she was...distracted...?

She wasn't alone. There were two shapes in the room, bending towards each other, pale like ghosts. An intern...? One of the pharmacologists? Johnathan wished, for the umpteenth time, that he was farsighted. Or that they let you have contacts in the asylum. One of the shapes, the larger one, moved towards him, resolving into a ghoul --no, a man-- in a lab coat, in face paint. Wearing Arkham-inmate pants underneath.

Johnathan blinked. "You're not a doctor."

"I'd like to think, ah, that the clothes make the man," the not-doctor said, and smiled.

"No, really." He tried to focus on something besides the man's lips. "You're that-- that new guy. The Clownster."

"Joker!" The man snarled, giving him a sharp punch to the kidneys. Johnathan yelped.

"What are you--" He twisted his head to see Dr. Quinzel just outside the dim pool of light. "Doctor, what is he doing here?"

"We're doing something new today, John. Think of it as a kind of... group therapy." And she smiled. He had never seen her smile before, and it was unbelievably sexy, a dangerous sort of expression that made her look for a moment like a completely different person. One capable of anything.

"I think you already know, Johnathan. Your obsession isn't fear, it's control, with fear as a means to that end. You're afraid of being afraid: of ceding your personal sovereignty to an external factor."

>>9526

I like it. Thank you, drawfag! You are very helpful to my porn needs!

>>9528
I do what I can.

love the art, drawfag, but the peni (it's the plural of 'penis' :D) look kinda flaccid...and sad

needs more erections, of the throbbing, painful, 'must stick it in something now!!!' kind

>>9530
Well, I figured this is primarily rape, sooo.

That being said, I can draw a damn fine erection when I put my mind to it, but I'm going to be AFK for about two weeks. If there's still a market for this stuff when I get back, I'll keep producing it.

Can the Joker x Scarecrow writefag write about sum buttsex?

>>9527

Johnathan tried to keep both Quinzel and the new guy, the Joker, in sight, but the Joker kept walking around him, pacing. In his blind spot. He tried to stay calm -what, after all, could they really do to him?-- but he could already feel his hindbrain kicking into overdrive, adrenaline pouring through his system like poison. Quinzel's gaze shifted between watching his face and looking, where? Above him, behind him-- at the Joker? And that was another thing.

"Why does he get to be called the Joker, and no one will address me as the Scarecrow?" Johnathan demanded.

"Because the Joker is who I am, and the Scarecrow is just a made up name for who you think you are," the man behind him said, and Johnathan felt a tug on the back of his jacket. Was he...?

"You're not very funny," He said, just a little nervously.

"You just don't get the joke." He was. The Joker was definitely undoing the bottom strap. Johnathan tried to squirm away, unnerved, only to feel a pair of hands on the back of his neck, pinning him firmly against the couch. A hot surge of, what, adrenaline? Lust? Fear? shot through him, from those soft hands at his neck straight down to his dick, and he was starting to get a pretty clear idea of where all this was heading.

"You can't possibly think that--" He started, only to be stopped by the sensation of his jacket being hiked up around his shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Think of it as an intervention." The Joker said, and began to tug at his pants.

"I thought it was group therapy."

"Shut up. Harl, how do you get these off?"

"Harl?" Johnathan asked incredulously. The hands around his neck tightened to the choking point, and he gagged.

"It's still doctor Quinzel to you, Johnny," She said, low and dangerous, "don't go getting any ideas." He choked on words and managed merely to nod, after which the hands eased off only little, leaving him laboring to breath fast enough for his pounding heart.

"Please," He rasped, "Don't-"

"The pants?" The Joker repeated, sounding impatient.

"They button at the front," Quinzel said. She sounded amused. Johnathan wished he could see her face, see either of their faces, and he desperately wished he could. Another pair of hands snaked around his waist, searching for the fastening on the front of his pants, and he moaned at the slide of rough fingers along his skin. Both Quinzel and the Joker laughed.

>>9533
Harley and Joker doubleteam! TEARS OF JOY.

>>9533

Johnathan squirmed again, panting as much as he could with Quinzel's hands around his throat, her hot breath against his ear. The slow asphyxiation was making his head spin, making everything seem hot and disconnected.

"Hold him still," the Joker ordered, roughly stripping his pants off. Johnathan choked and moaned, trying to thrash. "I said hold him down!"

"Do you expect me to grow another pair of hands?" She snapped. "He's too strong!" Johnathan, encouraged, tried to heave himself sideways off the couch. Maybe he could scoot to the door-- The Joker made a wet, exasperated sort of noise and suddenly rough, heavy hands were grasping his hips, flipping him over, twisting Quinzel's hands off his neck. He barely had time to gasp before his cock was enveloped in a blaze of wet, searing heat.

"Aghk," he said, then "Oh god yes please more GOD."

The Joker raised his head and gave Quinzel a hard stare. Johnathan whimpered. "It's all in where you hold them down, sweet thing. Take over."

She gave Johnathan a long, uncertain look, then reached out and gingerly took hold of his cock. Johnathan kept himself from rutting frantically into her warm, soft hand, but just barely. He was trembling all over now, nearly out of his mind with the lust and the adrenaline and the, the FEAR.

"Do I look like the plan guy?" The Joker asked dryly. "Wait, okay, here. Keep doing that--" there were briefly two different hands rubbing his cock, directing them both, turning Johnathan back over to lie with his chest against the couch and his ass in the air, thrusting deliriously into Quinzel's slick hand, "And I'll just, I'll, shit. Harley. Where's the lube?"

Lube!? Johnathan came to his senses abruptly and tried to make a break for it, only to be reminded of two things, one being that his pants were around his ankles, and the other that his cock was attached, very firmly, to Doctor Quinzel's hand. He was wrestled, trembling, back to his previous position in no more than a moment.

"Man up," the Joker said, and something slick and cool was pressed against his ass.

>>9536

He tried to get away, but the Joker was prepared for him and had one of the thick leather straightjacket straps out and around his neck in a moment, arcing him painfully backwards like a dog on a too-short lead. He clawed and struck out wildly as the Joker, shrieking with laughter, spread him roughly open and plunged himself into Johnathan's ass up to his balls. Impaled, Johnathan felt his knees turn to water, almost entirely collapsing into Quinzel's support. The world was hot and shaky around him and he noticed distantly that he was making a high, thin whining noise in the back of his throat. At some point Harley had switched to sucking him off,kneading his balls and thighs with her hands, and the mixed feelings of thick, painful fullness from the Joker and tight, wet pressure from the Doctor and the nearly unbearable constriction of the leather strap around his neck were mingling together, making him feel as if he would go mad. Slowly, the Joker pulled out, a sensation like nothing Johnathan had ever felt before, a dragging, electrical sensation. The Joker paused when he was almost out, redoubling his grip on the choke-lead, Johnathan dangling helplessly, before plunging in again, and again, and again, each stroke harsh and electrifying. Johnathan would have been screaming if he could make a sound, swinging deliriously between pleasure and pain for what felt like an eternity. He wasn't sure if the Joker was laughing or moaning or both. When he came in Quinzel's searing grasp it felt like the whole world went black and tearing, his eyes rolling back in his head, the Joker pulsing inside of him for long moments before coming himself, spreading hot wet waves through his abused channel. The pressure on his neck was released and he was dropped, gasping and excausted, on to the soft embrace of the patient's couch.

>>9537

(arg, sorry about the previous text wall)

By the time Johnathan had recovered enough to actually pay attention again, Quinzel and the Joker had already wiped away the evidence and were quickly and efficiently re-strapping his straitjacket.

"You did good, Harl," The Joker said to Quinzel, pulling her against his chest and kissing her. Even fucked out of his mind Johnathan could see the way she melted into him, the way she dug her fingers into the fabric of his coat and looked at him when he broke away. It was the scariest thing Johnathan had ever seen.

"You can't get away with this," He rasped. "The bruises. Ejaculate. I can get it tested."

They both looked amused. There was already a bruise forming on her face, a livid blotch on her cheek, and before Johnathan thought to wonder where it had come from the Joker had picked him up by the scruff of his jacket and thrown him against the wall.

"Security!" Dr. Quinzel was shouting, "Someone! Come quick! Help!"

"The wonderful thing about being criminally insane," the Joker said as he fished a small bundle out of the pocket of his lab coat, "is that we're only a single mask away from being... just like everybody else. Just between you and me, I think that's HILARIOUS." He snapped the surgical mask over his scarred lips and with a