John smiled as his daughters excitedly ran up the path to yet another house, eager for more sweets. Molly and Kim, aged 6 and 4 were dressed up in their Halloween costumes, and they had been going round the local estate collecting sweets for the last hour.
Halloween wasn't really John's thing, but his daughters loved it and so he forced himself to get into the mood. Spending time with them was his favourite thing in the world, and so he'd submitted to their begging to go trick or treating. His nose itched, and he nearly reached for his face before realising that it was covered in face paint. He would have been quite happy to trail around with the girls like most parents did, dressed in comfies and let the girls have the fun, but they'd begged him to dress up, and so he'd decided to go as the Joker. He'd spent an hour working in the bathroom mirror applying the face paint, a white base layer, blue diamonds over his eyes and then the wide red gash over his mouth. He'd even got some easy wash out hair dye and coloured his hair green. A purple shirt, waistcoat and tie had completed the outfit, and when he'd looked in the mirror, he was happily surprised. The girls didn't really understand who he had meant to be, he'd tried to explain about the idea of the Joker, and when that failed simplified it to clowns, but they'd loved he'd taken the effort anyway.
Luckily it was a balmy October evening, the standard English rain was holding off and it had been a pleasant evening as they'd gone from door to door, the girls crying "trick or treat" in unison as each door was opened in turn. Some people had really got into the spirit, others the bare minimum, but it didn't matter to John, the girls were behaving and having a great time.
Not that all evenings with his daughters were pleasant, he sighed, as anyone with children would know. He'd not swap it, but as a single dad at 35, it was harder than for some. Not a single dad, he reminded himself, the mother of his children still very much alive, but they'd split last year and shared the parenting duties.
Thinking of this he glanced at his watch, seeing that the time was ticking until he needed to be home. Lydia, his ex, was due to pick the girls up for their week with her, and there would be hell to pay if they weren't ready.
"That's it then girls, time to head home," he cried as they came running down the path towards him, bags of sweets clasped tightly in their hands.
"Aww, just one more house," they begged in unison.
"Alright, just one more, but then it's home time," he relented, and with a cry of "Yay," the girls grabbed his hand and dragged him down the path of the next house. The owner had put some effort in, decorations down the path, and at the door a well carved pumpkin sat, it's inside glowing from the candle within.
The girls knocked at the door, John standing smiling behind them, and when the door opened, they all cried "trick or treat."
John's eyes were drawn to the figure that opened the door. A perfect replica of Harley Quinn stood there beaming at his two girls. His eyes wandered down the fishnet tights encasing long slim legs, the heeled boots seemingly lengthening them. His eyes then lingered on the barely there hotpants, up over the slim flat stomach to the cutoff t-shirt, which had the words, "Daddy's girl" across her petite chest. Her face had been painted white, much like his, the lips a deep red lipstick, blue eye shadow haphazardly over her eyes. The outfit complete with her blonde hair done into two pigtails, one dyed blue and one pink. A baseball bat in one hand completed the look.
He realised he was staring, but something didn't seem right. Then he remembered, he'd seen a guy coming and going from this house, and as far as he knew he was single. Looking more closely, he released with a shock that it was the same guy, just that he'd gone full out with his costume.
Knowing that he was eying up a guy should have put John off, but he couldn't help but think how sexy Harley looked. He'd never been with a guy, but in those dark lonely nights alone, he had occasionally fantasised when it would be like to be with a guy, to have a cock in his mouth, and even buried deep in his ass. Just thinking of that started to get him hard, and he shook his head to get the thoughts out of his mind before it because obvious.
"Puddin'" the Harley in the doorway cried, and it took John a moment to realise that was Quinn's nickname for the Joker, i.e. him. "And you've got two amazing witches keeping you company," she added, turning to his daughters. "Well with such terrific costumes it's going to have to be treats, let me just get them."
With that she turned around to grab a tub of sweets that she had on the floor behind the door. John's eyes were immediately drawn to the tight ass that was barely covered by the shiny material of her hot pants, the pert orbs peeking below the hem. They tightened and joggled as she bent down, and then all too soon she turned back, sweets in her hand.
She smiled a knowing smile as she saw where John's eyes had been, but then turned to the girls and offered them a choice. The girls picked, and then Harley stepped back into the doorway.
"Oh, do you think that Daddy should have a treat too," she said, turning to John.
"Yes," the girls cried.
"Ok then," Harley said, stepping close to John, running her hand lightly over his shoulder, "do you want a treat?" she whispered in his ear, "Well come back around later and I'll give you a proper treat." With that she shoved a piece of candy into his hand, gave his ass a quick squeeze and then sauntered back into her house, the barely covered ass wiggling as it went.
John stood stupefied for a moment, eyes unable to leave that ass, and it was only when the door shut with a slam, Harley giving a final smile before it closed, that he shook himself out of his stupor.
"Right, home time." he said, to a chorus of sighs from the girls, but they followed him anyway back down the path and along the streets home. For the whole walk John's mind was a whirl with what had happened. Had a guy dressed as Harley Quinn really hit on him. More to the point, what was he going to do about it. He had to admit that he looked damn good in the outfit, but he was still a guy after all that. His subconscious reminded him that he'd often had dreams about being with a guy, and this was a perfect opportunity to try it.
By the time he'd reached home he still hadn't decided what to do, but he didn't have time to ponder as he rushed around getting the girls' things together. Not long after, the doorbell rang, and he opened it up to see his ex-wife Lydia standing there. The girls rushed out to give her a hug, and she then instructed them to go and get into the car that was sitting at the end of the path.
AS the girls ran off to the car, she turned back to John.
"You know you look ridiculous in that costume," she said unkindly.
"Yeh, well the girls enjoyed it," John replied.
"That's always your trouble, you focused too much on pleasing the girls, and never enough time pleasing me. At least that's changed now, Bruce gives me all the pleasure I need, and much more." She taunted, referring to her new boyfriend.
