#harleywing

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"I know, I know, freakin' stupid. Bringing him back to my place."

Nightwing's eyes fluttered open as a female voice stirred him from his sleep. His mind was foggy and his whole body ached. The memories of what happened came back to him slowly. He tracked down Harley Quinn. They got into a scuffle in the alleyway. And then...

God damn Joker venom, he thought.

"But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just let him go."

Nightwing's vision adjusted to the light. He was in a bedroom. A cheap, decrepit one. He tried to move, but his arms and legs were bound. He glanced down and saw thick rolls of duct tape binding his ankles and wrists to the bedpost, leaving him spread-eagle on the dirty mattress.

Harley was pacing the room, still dressed in her uniform from Super Babes.

"He knows the secret location of my hidey-hole," Harley continued to talk to herself. "He'd blab to Batman for sure. Could've just killed him, dumbass!"

She stood with her back to him.

"Nah, I'm not a criminal anymore," Harley said, softer this time. "Plus, he's kind of too cute to kill."

Nightwing tried to ignore the way those last words made his face flush and tried to pull himself from his restraints. Whatever tape Harley used, it was fucking unbreakable.

“Anyway, maybe I should help out,” Harley continued. “Sounds like Ivy could be in some serious trouble—”

The wooden bedpost groaned against Nightwing’s pulls. Harley heard it and glanced over her shoulder.

“Don’t bother yellin’ for help,” she said. “This dump is condemned. Nobody in the whole building but us, Nightwig.”

Nightwing stopped struggling and glared at her.

“Wing,” he said.

“Heh?”

“It’s Night-Wing.”

“Really?” Harley raised an eyebrow. “Heh, guess I was thinking of that goofy mullet you used to have. Yeesh, that was like a whole decade of bad hair days.”

“Sticks and stones, lady,” Nightwing quipped. “I’ve taken trash talk from bigger criminals than you.”

“Criminals?!” Harley snapped. “If you haven’t noticed, I went straight. I’m a freakin’ waitress already.”

“Oh golly, that’s right,” Nightwing said, his words dripping with sarcasm. “I stand corrected.”

Harley fumed and stomped over to her desk. She grabbed a tall stack of papers and brought them over to Nightwing.

“Check this out, smart guy,” she said. “My pile of rejection letters. Evidently, the Mayo Clinic’s got some dumb policy of not hiring former costumed supervillains.” She sifted through the stack on her arms. “Just like every other hospital in the world.”

Nightwing opened his mouth to retort but then closed it. She had a point.

“There are…other jobs…” was all he could muster.

“Oh, sure,” Harley said. “I got a ton of offers.” She fished one document from the pile and read from it. “We’ve got a very special role for you in Bad Girls After Dark.” She found another one. “And you gotta love this one. ‘A tasteful pictorial to be shot in Thailand for legal reasons.”

Nightwing listened and, he had to admit, he felt for her. Harley used to be one of the most brilliant psychiatrists in Gotham, but then threw it all away to follow some asshole who saw her as a pawn more than a person. Now, she had to serve beers to more assholes just to pay rent.

God, he actually felt sorry for Harley Freaking Quinn.

“You say I’m a criminal,” Harley said. “They saw I’m a hoo-re.” She threw the stack down, papers flying across the floor. “Well, I’m sick of other people telling me what I am.”

A cold, heavy silence filled the room. Nightwing felt something he didn’t expect to ever feel for Harley Quinn: He wanted to comfort her. Tell her it would be fine, even though she’d tell him he was full of shit.

"Whateva," Harley said. She flicked her eyes over to him and smirked. "Gotta say, you gave me a heck of a workout."

Nighting tried to fight the red threatening to fill his face.

"Got me all sweat-stinky," she said. Harley sniffed her armpit. "Phew! Definitely could use a shower."

Then, she unzipped the front of her dress and stepped out. Nightwing stomach bolted. He knew Harley wasn't shy about that stuff, but it still threw him off guard.

Nightwing always knew Harley was attractive. Most female villains in Gotham were. But Harley in particular caught his eyes. He had the thought more than once that if he met Harley in some other circumstances, if she was some civilian girl he met at a bar, he would have let her take him home for some fun.

Now, he had a schoolboy crush on the girl that knocked his head in.

Meanwhile, Harley started talking to herself again. She stripped down to a white bra and panties and sauntered to the closet.

"I think better when I don't reek," she said. "Still gotta figure out what to do about Nightwig over there."

Harley began sifting through her closet. Nightwing was did-eyed and he felt a hot bulge form in his suit. No, this was insane. Harley was a criminal. A criminal who knocked him out and tied him off. This was not the time for his body to be playing tricks on him.

Maybe it was the Joker venom, maybe he'd been knocked too many times in the head, maybe it was the infuriating boner burning between his legs.

But Nightwing had an idea.

"Hey, Nightwing," Harley said, plucking a dress from her closet. "Is it true you used to be Robin?" She glanced at him with a smirk. "Huh, ain't that a kick in the pants? Little Boy Wonda all grown up."

Fuck it. It was now or never.

"Harley," Nightwing said. "About Poison Ivy..."

"I said I'm not interested."

"I know, but listen." He sucked in and released a breath. "What if I could...incentivize you?"

"Incentivize me?" Harley said. "How you reckon?"

"I'll admit, I don't know if I can help your..." He glanced around the crumbling room. "...situation. But Ivy is your friend, and that should be enough for us to put aside our differences just this once. And if you need a little something more to sweeten the pot..." He bit his lip. "Maybe there's something I can offer you...right now."

Harley was smart. It took only a second for her to connect the dots. Her mouth made an "O" shape and she raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" she said. Her eyes trailed down his body. "You're offering me a ride for my help?"

"If that's what it takes," Nightwing said.

Harley twisted her red lips in consideration. She dropped the dress she was holding on the back of a chair and sauntered over. She clasped a hand on top of his knee, and smoothed her hand down his thigh.

Nightwing visibly shivered. His cheeks were burning hot and his boner wasn't much better. Harley's long nail sent a tease of pain through the fabric of his suit.

Her hands spider-crawled down his inner thighs and clasped his junk. Nightwing hissed, from pain or pleasure he couldn't tell.

"Seem awfully excited," Harley teased. She leaned her face close to his. "Are you sure this is for me, or for you?"

Nightwing whimpered. He didn't even remember why he was doing this anymore. He just wanted Harley to touch him more and more and more...

"Are you interested or not?" he asked.

"Hmmm..."

Harley fingered Nightwing's crotch as he thought. Her fingers traced his length over the fabric and Nightwing had to clench his jaw to keep himself from moaning.

"I think you've got a deal, Nightbutt," she said. She crawled onto the bed and straddled him. "Just one condition—the restraints stay on."

Nightwing's cock was screaming beneath her. He wanted to touch her, but he felt no desire to rip the tape binding his limbs.

"Whatever you say," he said.

A wicked smile crossed Harley's face. She trailed her fingers down Nighting's torso, sending an electric shiver through him.

"Question, Wig," she said. "Do you have a spare suit?"

The question threw him off a moment.

"Uh, yeah," he said. "Batman and I both have spare suits in the Batmobile. What do as—"

Before he could finish, Harley crawled onto the bed and straddled him. She pulled something out of the bedside drawer and flipped it open to reveal a switchblade.

"Harley," Nightwing yelped. "What the fu—"

Harley pulled the fabric of Nightwing's suit down at the crotch, and with one slash of the knife, she tore through it. A ripped hole in the suit revealed his boxers and his erection sprang out.

"Boy Wonder grown up indeed," she purred. She cut open his boxers and an icy breeze hit Nightwing's burning cock.

Harley shut the switchblade and tossed it on the floor. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Nightwing started drooling as he caught a glimpse of her wet, bare pussy.

"You're a pretty little doll," Harley said, tossing her underwear aside. "I always kind of hoped I'd get a chance to taste ya."

Nightwing gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Same to you," he said.

Harley smirked. She gathered Nightwing's dick in her hand and slowly started stroking it.

Nightwing lost it. He released a long, shuddering moan and jerked his hips up. Harley smirked in amusement.

"What's wrong, baby?" she cooed. "Wet me for me, already?"

"Fuck...fuck...fuck," he moaned. "Harley...."

"Hm?"

"I gotta..."

"You gotta what? Use your words, baby."

"Please...please fuck me..."

Harley gave him an evil smile.

"So no more," she said.

She lifted herself up and slowly lowered herself onto Dick's cock. God, she was tight and wet and steaming hot. Nightwing hissed between his teeth, his body clenching and pulling against the duct tape.

“Mmmmm, that’s good,” Harley purred, licking her lips. “You’re wasting this good body of yours on fightin’, tush.”

She began swerving her hips, slowly, savoring each wave of pleasure. Nightwing’s brain turned to soup and his hips bucked to meet hers. He was sweating buckets under his suit.

The more he whimpered, the harder Harley went. She relished hearing Batman's sidekick turn into a blubbering mess beneath her. She sunk her nails into his shoulders and fucked him deeper into the mattress. The bed frame sang under their weight.

"Fuck, Harley..." Nightwing groaned. "I...I'm..."

Harley covered his mouth with her hand.

"Uh-uh," she said. She was out of breath and her voice was a sultry wisp. "Me first, baby bird."

She jerked her hips, faster, more viciously. Harley tipped her head back, her pigtails falling down her back as an orgasm crawled up her body.

"Good boy," she breathed as she came down from her climax.

Then, she dropped her head and started railing him harder into the bed. She wanted to see Boy Wonder come undone beneath her, reduce him to a puddle.

And he did. Nightwing's hips bucked and his moans grew louder and more desperate and when he came he arched his neck backward in a hungry groan.

Harley slowed to stop until every drop of Nightwing was gone. He was a sweaty mess beneath her, red in the face, and not quite believing what had just happened.

Harley took a deep breath and grabbed his chin.

"You're cute when you cum," she said with a smirk.

She pulled herself off of Nightwing, leaving his abused cock cold and limp. She slipped off the bed and picked up the switchblade off the floor.

"Deal's a deal, nightbutt," she said.

She cut the duct tape binding Nightwing's body and he threw his feet over the edge of the bed.

"So, you'll help Batman and I find Ivy?"

Harley shrugged as she opened the drawer of her desk.

"Sure," she said. "I got nothin' better to do tonight."

She dropped the switchblade into the drawer and closed it. She sauntered over to Nightwing and looked him up and down.

"Sorry about the Joker venom," she said. "And the tape. And the suit. And the...well, you get it."

Nightwing shrugged.

"Can't say I wouldn't do the same if I were you," he said.

Then, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her stomach. Harley chuckled and pet her fingers into his inky black hair.

"All goes well," she said. "Let's celebrate at your place next time, eh?"

Nightwing grinned into her stomach.