Hiya, Mista J! (Suicide Squad)
“Wakey, wakey Mr. J!” a shrill and piercing voice called, circling around the unconscious and naked man as he slowly came to. The Joker’s vision was blurry, and his mouth was gagged, his body stripped and laid spread eagle across a bedspread. As he realised where he was, he struggled briefly, before glancing upwards, his blood boiling as he realised just who had rendered him in such a humiliating position. Harley bounced around into his view, the girl half naked with her rather large and busty chest bouncing with every move she made. She had her red and blue jacket on though not much else as hanging over her tiny little pair of shorts was her weapon of choice. She had her bat slung across her shoulders, but the Joker knew instantly that was just for show. For hung around her waist was a rather large strapon, thick and leering closer and closer as she playfully waved her hips back and forth, grinning madly as she d...