Accuse Huntress of Being a Bigot

"You know," Harley said as she worked at the ropes. "We're all consenting adults. We're not doing anything illegal. All consenting adults here, everybody of age...you're just a bigot. You don't like our alternative lifestyle!"

"I'm not a bigot. There's nothing wrong with good, clean lesbian sex. But this is just...it's filthy," Huntress pronounced the word as if Harley Quinn had pissed in the chalice at church. "She could catch a disease. She could get pregnant!"

"Oh Hunty-Cunty," Harley said, her eyes narrowed as she undid a knot. "That's the point. I want my Pammy to get a big baby belly! See her all swollen and knocked up. You know I've been feeding her fertility ****? I'll bet she gets twins. Triplets. Imagine how big and swollen she's gonna get. Maybe she'll get quads! Can you picture her pinned down beneath her belly, unable to move, and I'll bring a bunch of the guys over to run a train on her, and watch Lois lick on the jizz out of her overflowing cunt...and it'll all be perfectly legal! You just can't stand that, can you?"

There was no hint of dampness in Huntress' crotch. The costumes were designed with a little padding to hide any accidents. Nor could Harley see the caped crusader's nipples swell and press against her bra, because the costume padding hid that too. Yet the Clown Princess of Crime could see the color flood Huntress' cheeks, the way her pupils dilated and nostrils flared, the hair standing up on all that lovely exposed skin, and the tip of the crossbow bolt wobbled a little.

"There...there are other ways," Huntress said, her voice shaky as she did her best to keep a stiff upper lip. "Sperm donors. IVF..."

Harley barked a laugh that would make her hyenas proud. "With this Supreme Court? Maybe if you're rich. We're bisexual criminals. Besides...this is so much more...personal..."

On the screen, Lois Lane's face was buried in Poison Ivy's cunny. Jizz smeared her cheeks and dripped from her chin, but so much of it was swimming around in the villain's snatch that it was hard to imagine her not being pregnant.

"You ever thought about it?" Harley said as she slid the ropes down. "Having kids, I mean? You got the hips for it. Bigots like you seem all about that tradwife life."

"I'm not a bigot!" Huntress said hotly. "And no. I mean yes, but I'm not...I'm not ready. I'm a hero, I have a career..." Huntress was trying not to blink. On the screen, Ivy's toes had curled up into tight little fists, and she was squirting into Lois Lane's mouth.

The emergency taser was something Harley Quinn kept tucked away in one of those places the Bat-people wouldn't search her immediately. As the Clown Princess of Crime stabbed it up against Huntress' inner thigh, the heroine instinctively pulled the trigger. The crossbow bolt tore through Harley's lower left ear, and then the caped crusader sank to the ground, suddenly boneless.

"Yeah, you're not ready," Harley said with a maniac grin. "But I'm sure you'll enjoy watching!"