Barbara Gordon - Batman: The Killing Joke

From the Shadows of Trauma to the Heights of Ecstasy: Barbara Gordon's Night of Passionate Surrender, Raw Anal Pleasure, and a Deep, Healing Creampie

The rain fell in steady, hypnotic sheets against the large windows of her apartment, each drop a percussive beat in the quiet rhythm of the Gotham night. Inside, the world was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving city beyond the glass. Barbara Gordon lay curled on the sofa, her head resting in the lap of the one man who had managed to see past the wheelchair, past the shadow of Batgirl, and past the crippling memory of a madman's laughter.