Okay, here's another one!

Chapter Content: Rhetoric of sexual deviance, masturbation, fingering, kissing, oral, rim

Numbervania: Oh it's no problem, I love sharing things! …That came out weird

Chapter 5: Cleared Conscience

Barbara drove , and occasionally sped casually towards the outskirts of Gotham Estates, where she knew the one person who could help her in this most difficult, complicated, and otherwise overly serendipitous of matters.

Alfred

She knew that the old man knew enough in his years to give her good advice, despite the fact that he would be living with literally the absolute last person she would want to tell this new secret of hers, that half of her body really was not even sure it wanted to go through with this. "This is so wrong." Barbara said to herself "I mean, it's with a girl; Harley Quinn no less." she groused "I can't do this, Bruce will find out eventually-he finds out everything, not to mention he could even know already."

She kept driving toward Wayne Manor, not being able to shake Harley out of her mind. As Barbara tried to fade the thoughts away, the stronger they became. "No! Erg! Dammit! I-I can;t like her, even if-even if I am keeping her from the Joker-I'm no lesbian! I'm-Dick and-er-she was so soft-NO! ERG!" Barbara gritted her teeth "Fuck! I, don't need her!" she tried to assure herself "I don't need that crazy psycho I-I-I...Fuck."

Of course, the part of Barbara that wanted Harley was still too strong, and demanded catharsis, promptly. Barbara kept driving but used her free hand to go inside her pants to...remind her of the evening the two had together.

...Flashback...

"Lemme show you what girls really do at slumber parties."

With the two completely naked, Harley fell onto Barbara, laying on her bed, and the two locked lips, yet again, sharing a wet, and very passionate kiss "MMMMMMMMMWAH!" Harley was the first to speak "So, have you-h-have you-have you been a b-bad li'l Batgirl?"

"Oh yes Harley, so bad." And the two continued to kiss. "Let's see if you can fuck me harder than my stupid ex-boyfriend." she said in a frisky voice.

"Well, I can arrange that."

The two continued kissing, while Harley played and fondled with Barbara's breasts.

. . .

"Oh Harley-oh ffffffffuck that feels good."

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"That feels so good." Barbara cooed

"Well if you like that, I'll bet you'll like this even better."

Harley kissed Barbara's body all the way down until she stopped at her pink slit, she licked her lips, and slowly went at lapping on her labia. "Ugh!" Barbara moaned feeling the clown girl's tongue on her pussy. "Harley, not so-erg-yeah! Right there!" Harley continued to lick her outer sugar walls, which were getting wetter by the second "Uh-uh-uh-uh!"

. . .

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah."

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"Erg-oh-oh Harley, yes-YES!" Barbara moaned. Harley had continued to lick Barbara's outer walls but the blonde grew wary of just licking the outside, she wanted it all, so with one long tongue jab, Harley pierced through Barbara's pussy, causing an audible yelp from the redhead "UH!"

"Mmmmmmm-mmmmm-mmmm." Harley moaned as well savoring the taste of Barbara's pussy juices. Her eyes peered up to see Barbara's moaning face, looking right at her, and not protesting one bit, something the drunken clown girl could get used to.

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"Fffffffuck, oh baby, yes...yes!"

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"Fuck-ffuck-fuck me-fuck me-oh yeah-fuck!" Barbara was nearing critical mass as Harley continued to tongue fuck her cervix. The redhead was about to burst, until Harley decided to stop, she pulled out of Barbara. "H-hey, why you stop?" a saddened Barbara asked "I-I swear is not that time of th-the month for me." she slurred.

"I know, but I don't want you to cum just yet baby, I want you-you to make me-that's me, cum first." Harley winked, straddling the redhead, and inching her body closer to Barbara's mouth. "Alright Bratgirl, open wide, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Harley slurred with a little venom in her voice. As Barbara opened, Harley went right over her mouth, with her pussy entirely covering Barbara's face. "Come on Batzy, fuck me, show me what you can do with your tongue."

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"Hmm, so good-fuck."

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Barbara was a little hesitant but quickly savored the blonde's sweet taste, and she started to lick her sugar walls, while a, drunken Harley starred down at the redhead. "Yeah, do you, fuck-have any idea how long I've wanted Batgirl to be beneath my pussy, this is-fuck me-this is a dream come true." Barbara's tongue began to pierce through Harley's pussy "Yes! Lick me bitch! Lick me!"

"Mmmmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm." Were the only noises to be heard.

Harley liked seeing Barbara beneath her pussy, but would normally not be this dominate, considering she had way too much to drink. Yet still something seemed missing. The idea snapped in her ehad, and Harley used her right hand to reach down, and with graceful precision, she inserted two fingers into Barbara's dripping wet pussy. "That's more like it." she said

"MMMMM-MMMMM!" Barbara moaned louder.

"Uh-uh-uh, no cumming for you yet, but you can make me cum whenever you want, and the sooner you do-do it, the sooner I get off of yer face."

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"Mmm-so good, yes-ffff-yes!"

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Harley picked up the pace in fingering Barbara's pussy, but was feeling close herself, really close actually, it seemed as if Barbara was also picking up the pace with her tongue, and it was turning the blonde criminal on in so many ways, she was ready to burst. "Mmm-oh yeah, oh I'm so super close, and by the feel of things, so are you-hmm-hmm." Harley chuckled "Yes-yes-fuck-yes-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooooh!" and just like that, Harley came.

She came, and all over Barbara's face no less, forcing the redhead to swallow of of her cum, to wit Harley enjoyed very much. "Yeah, drink it bitch, swallow all of my delicious cum." It seemed like it was all over, but not quite.

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"Oh yeah-oh yeah-oh yeah."

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After Barbara licked all the cum from her face, she was quickly turned over by Harley who had gotten behind her this time, grabbing, kneading, and massaging her perfectly round ass cheeks. She wasn't done yet. "Now, I have to make you cum, and you're so close." Harley cooed. "So close."

"Do it Harley, do it!"

"With pleasure." Harley grabbed Barbara's ass, causing her to raise it in the air to meet Harley's face. She first licked Barbara's dripping wet snatch, but moved upwards to her pink puckered asshole. "I bet you've never felt this kind of pleasure before." and after a few outer licks, Harley's tongue penetrated Barbara's ass.

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"Erg-Harley-n-not there-oh, so close though!"

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Harley tongue fucked Barbara's ass as the redhead moaned in pleasure, this was definitely a feeling she hadn't felt before, but wanted to again, she was close, and Harley could definitely sense it. "Oh Harley-Oh Harley-Oh Harley! Deeper-f-fuck me deeper! Erg! Oh-Erg-I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!"

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"Oh-FFFFFFFFUCK!"

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The two collapsed on the bed, completely tired and exhausted, and with no more words spoken, they found the strength to crawl and cuddle under the covers, and eventually black out, where the sexy night would end.

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Barbara finally came back to her senses, to realize she had literally masturbated herself to Wayne Manor, where she reached her climax in the drive way, she took her hand out of her panties to see it dripping in her juices, but; her conscious was clear, after that bit of remembrance, she knew she needed Harley, all that was left was a second opinion from the butler.

Barbara wiped her hand off, and saw Bruce's work car parked inside the gate, she knew Bruce was still home, so with quick thinking she parked her car between the outer gate and a wall of the manor, not in the view of Bruce's car or the driveway whatsoever.

She exited, and sneaked her way to the front door, she jiggled the handle to see that it was unlocked, she let herself in, and heard what appeared to be Alfred and Bruce arguing not in her view. She quickly went elsewhere to find a place to hide, not to mention listen in.

"You really want my opinion sir?"

"As a matter of Alfred, yeah I would!" Bruce demanded

"How long have you known me?" the butler asked

"Is that a trick question?" Bruce retorted "My whole life, you used to change my diapers for fucks sake."

"Exactly, in all the years you've known me, what have you known to be my current daily morning schedule?" Alfred asked

"Uh, wake up, take a shower, make breakfast, and wake me up; why?"

"Because sir, you've forgotten one important item on that list, before I make your breakfast, normally consisting of toast and bandages, I take a stroll down to the cave to make sure the computer is as it should be, I run a few diagnostics, maybe a quick virus scan, occasionally a game or two of solitaire, the usual." he explained

"So, what's your point?" Bruce asked

"Master Bruce, I've been in that routine for many years now, I don't mind it that's not where this is going, but do you want to know what I most look forward to in all of that?"

"No Alfred, I guess I can't say I do."

"In the two minutes it takes me to walk from my room to the clock, I take those two minutes to wonder, maybe; just maybe, today is the day I pull on the pendulum, and the clock doesn't open, because then I will know that is the day, you hang up the cape for good, and close the caves, for then you will realize the city, no longer needs Batman, but simply Bruce Wayne. Those happy moments are of course shattered once the clock opens."

"Alfred, you don't understand this city-"

"No Master Bruce, I don't think you understand, but I don't want to stand here and bore you with the details, you have a day job to get to." he insisted

"Thank you." Bruce then departed from the manor, and Alfred waited until he heard the car pull out of the driveway.

"How much of that did you hear Miss Gordon?" Alfred asked, a moment later, Barbara fell out of the closet she was hiding in, along with a few items in the closet.

"But-er-how did you?" she stammered

"I didn't spend 18 years in MI6 not listening to breathing in closets. James Bond can kiss my ass." he smirked "So, what brings you here?" he asked as Barbara stood up.

"Um, actually I wanted to see you."

"I figured as much, why else would you go out of your way avoiding Master Bruce...albeit you did a sub-par job of it."

Alfred directed Barbara to the living room where he had a spot of tea on the coffee table. "Tea?" he asked

"Oh thank God yes." Barbara cooed falling back on one of the chairs as Alfred poured her a glass of tea "Thanks."

"So, what's on your mind?" Alfred asked, sitting across from Barbara

"I could ask you the same thing." Barbara said, noting the incident from earlier

"Oh that, please; as you children will so rightfully put it: same shit, different day. Today was just a little more poetic, I took it from that scene in Good Will Hunting, though I meant what I said." he explained taking a sip of his tea. "But I assume you are here to talk about you and Master Dick? You took my advice, no?"

"More or less, I do have to tell someone...but not about Dick. I uh...was feeling crummy last night so I went to the bar at the basement of my building for a drink." she began

"I bet I know how this story ends." Alfred sighed "What was his name?"

"Um-I'm sorry?" Barbara stammered, getting more images of Harley in her head.

"His name? The fella I'm sure you slept with last night? Or can you remember?" Alfred asked

"Oh, well." Barbara looked away nervously

"Do you think you will need a pregnancy test in the near future?" Alfred asked

"Nope." Barbara said flatly

"Okay that's a good start, so; did you remember his name yet?"

"Well...yeah I remember a name."

"Was it a girl?" Alfred asked, getting a small nod from the redhead.

Barbara remembered her vow to Harley as well, not telling anyone, plus she was still a little too embarrassed, not to mention she was still a little too horny "Barbara, if you want my help you have to tell me her name."

"Alfred I-I just can't er-it's too complicated, more complicated than you could ever imagine, you would never never-"

"Was it with Miss Kyle?" Alfred asked as Barbara's heart sank, it would only be a matter of time before he got to the right name at this rate "Miss Isley perhaps?" This time Barbara stood up, ready to leave "Miss Quinn?" But this time she stopped in her tracks, she paused and then continued to the door. "You're secret's safe with me, Master Bruce will never have to know!" Barbara was really close to the door at this point. "I mean it, and when you're actually willing to talk about it, you know where to find me!" Those words did make Barbara feel a little bit better. But as she was about to leave she heard Alfred call "One last thing, is she really a softy on the inside?" Barbara turned around with a slight smile.

"Yes."

Alfred nodded, as Barbara closed the door behind her. She headed right to her car, quickly realizing she had her own day job to get to, hoping she wasn't too late, she peeled out of the driveway, as Alfred watched her go.

"Something tells me shes in for a bumpy ride." he said to himself.

Yay another cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed guys! And I HOPE you recognized Alfred's Good Will Hunting/The Dark Knight Rises references...they still make me cry :'(