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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Character:
      Harleen_Quinzel
  Additional Tags:
      Nightmare
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-18 Words: 1322
****** Bad Dreams ******
by Harlequin4ever
Summary
     A past long gone, and a future dripped in crimson.
Splayed out over her own side of the bed, wrapped in her silk shorts and tank
top, dark hair flowing out atop the pillows, she laid deep sleeping.
The dark alley seemed to twist on forever. Not even the pale moonlight shone
through the poison clouds. Breath hitching in her chest, she quickly walked
towards the darkest part, on her way home.
Her body gave a little shudder.
The night air was cold, white whispers of hot breath fogging the air, making
her pale skin seem ghost white. Heart hammering deep in her chest, she looked
back to the city street before being taken by the dark…
A shiver ran down her spine, and goose-bumps rippled across her flesh.
Bumping into something rather solid, she gasped and fell, to land hard on her
backside. A voice tore into her soul, so dark and terrifying, that she tried
scrambling back into the bustling city streets, wishing for the light to take
her away from this horrible nightmare.
He grabbed her by her short hair and yanked her back. He had her pinned against
the wall before she could even muster up a scream. By then it was too late.
Wide blue pools, so innocent begged for mercy, but those black coals showed
none.
With a sharp rip, she felt her panties tear underneath her skirt. Struggling to
be free, the blonde girl tried swiping out at her attacker, but with one large
hand, he grabbed both of her smaller wrists, and pinned them high above her
head. The other palm was firm across her mouth.
Eyes searched for an escape beneath heavy lids—but none came.
Knowing that she was trapped, like a filthy animal, she tried tuning out his
disgusting words, that made her feel cheap and unworthy, she cried and
screamed. When she tried to wriggle out from under him, his knee pinned her
thigh wide open, and thrust hard and unforgiving into her. His cock, thick and
heavy, pounded into her unrelenting. Almost choking on her own saliva, she
shrieked at the back of her throat. It was useless, no one could hear her, and
this pathetic excuse for a male had taken the only other thing that was hers
and hers alone.
Breathing erratic, her body clenched and ready to attack at any given moment..
The man grunted and panted loudly, pushing her little body into the cold brick
wall ever so painfully. Her wails and cries for help, an even bigger turn on.
His eyes now adjusting to the dark, he sort of noticed that she looked young,
massive blue eyes filled with tears, and pretty short blonde hair. He amped it
up a bit, and thrust two fingers into her tight little pink hole, forgetting
that was the hand he was using to gag her with. She cried out for someone to
help her, but he knew, she wanted this. Could feel how much she wanted it. How
wet and dripping her pussy was. Those little moans at the back of her
screaming.
She felt trapped, about to suffocate and drown at the same time.
Taking her at a new angle, she cried out, her throat burning and growing
hoarse, pleading for her protector, her dark angel to come and save her, even
though that damage was already done. No one knew what it meant for the girl,
and no one knew that one day, she’d grow up, and be one of the most feared
villains in Gotham’s history… But she knew, that his days, would be limited.
Death was coming for him. And little Harleen would take him the way he took her
and kill him in the most excruciatingly way possible.
Sitting bolt up in the massive bed, she screamed out in pain. Drenched in
sweat, the brunette gasped for air, and looked over. Bruce was still out, his
new found freedom, something he was celebrating with enthusiasm. And thank
goodness he didn’t see that. She wasn’t in the mood to explain her nightmare.
Dragging herself out of bed, and shaken from her dark past, she rubbed her
heavy eyes, and padded down the hallway and down the stairs sleepily. Missing a
step, she tripped, and fell with another cry.
Tumble---thump.
The silver blade sliced and shredded at the man’s flesh, like it was butter.
With each swift cut, her wicked smile grew wider. His screams turned her on,
just the way she liked it. She was so close to coming around his heavy cock,
just how she did way back when he took advantage of her in that dark alleyway…
Tumble. THUMP.
All those men’s faces danced across her mind. Each one she remembered clear as
day. How much they paid her, what they would pay for her to fuck them
senseless. Some were lucky, they lived…others, weren’t so lucky. They ended up
talking to her trusty knife, and she had her happy ending.
Her hands flailed uselessly to try and grip out at the stair banister for
support—
The spotlight was always on her. The music was loud and the drinks were free.
Who wouldn’t want that job? It paid her bills, everyone loved her. She was a
star. It was an added bonus that she got to take her clothes off as well. She
had bouncers there to protect her if anyone drunk enough started anything. But
then, she always knew how to handle herself. Until someone spiked her drink…
And down the dark alleyway she went once more. It was sort of a comfort. The
darkness was her enemy. But she was most content in it. That’s because she knew
that monsters didn’t always live in the dark. The monsters were normal humans.
That’s the scary thing…
CRACK!
Skidding across the floor, her head came down with a sharp sound. Blacking out
for a few moments, she groaned and reached up to grab something to help herself
to stand.
Pumping—
Almost breathless, she finally stood, unsteadily on her feet, trying to focus
on the wall.
Grinding—
Something was trickling down the back of her neck. Dabbing to fingers, she
winced at the tender spot. Blood laced at her fingers. It was time. Gritting
her teeth, she exhaled sharply, and was gone in a flash.
No one was home; the kids were doing their own thing, so she had some time to
herself. And apparently, this is what she needed to do. Though, she hadn’t fed
since being back. Which now to think about it—she grimaced, but then she was in
hunter mode…
Her dark angel hadn’t come for her. He abandoned her. When she needed him most.
Flying into the forest, and barley touching the ground as she moved, she
located a huge elk deep in the woods. There weren’t many animals around as it
was, but it was something. Not like those pussy sparkling bitches on T.V. She
ate humans, but only the ones that deserved it.
Splash after splash of blood scattering across the walls, like pretty blossoms
of colour in a black and white world.
Already in action, she flung across the area in the blink of an eye, and
tackled the animal. With the flick of her wrist, and the snap of its neck, she
bit into its throat. The dark blood spurted across her chest, her tank top
clinging to her full breasts. It only took a couple of moments until she had
drained the life from the animal. With a loud ‘thunk’, she dropped its heavy
and lifeless body to the forest floor, and looked out towards the east.
 
Dark black eyes warmed to a cool and glowing cerulean blue, almost white in
transparent, and her fangs gleamed under the deep crimson. She feasted until
she was full, and then she hunted for the fun of it. The sun began to rise and
she knew she’d have to head back home…
 
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