Back to Gotham

Harley lay back on a pile of sacking and got comfortable.

"Just a few minutes rest." she told herself, "Then I'll jump off this train as it slows down outside the city. Those cops'll never catch me."

As she was speaking, Harley's eyes were drooping, and after a few moments the gentle swaying of the carriage sent her to sleep.

A sudden jerk brought Harley back to consciousness, she opened her eyes and looked around.

"Where...?" she could feel the train rolling gently, and then come to a halt. "Aw, crud." Harley looked out of the door to see the train had stopped in Gotham Central station. She had missed her chance to jump.

Harley turned to look at the front of the train, and saw a team of a dozen police with dogs, opening the doors ahead.

"Time to get out of here." Harley decided, looking around. She slipped out of the door, and quickly underneath the carriage. "Ouchie!" she exclaimed as her bare feet touched rocks on the ground, but she pushed on, creeping along the tracks. She could hear boots and paws getting closer, and knew she had to move if she was to not be found.

She passed from under one carriage, moved to under the next. She could see the station buildings a little further off, which she hoped would give her some cover.

"I think they've picked up something!" came a voice, too close. A second later, a dog stuck its head under the carriage and growled at Harley.

She screamed, and ran out from her hiding place, on the other side of the train. Station workers looked across, startled and amused at the loud scream which preceded an attractive, nude blonde girl pelting across the ground.

Realising that she was now exposed, Harley threw her hands over her breasts and crotch as she ran, leaving her backside bare and jiggling as she sprinted away from the police, making for the station.

The first door she came to was marked "staff only", and Harley threw herself through it, slamming it behind her.

She was faced with a room full of station employees, looking at her with a range of expressions between confusion and excitement. Harley's face wore a surprised look, before her mouth changed from a wide O to a sheepish grin.

"Excuse me, please." she said, then darted to the next door, out of the room.

In the station concourse, an attractive redhead was talking to a camera.

"Police feel certain the fugitive criminal will make her way back home to Gotham, so are keeping an especially close eye on all arrivals here. Whether Harley Quinn will return remains to be..."

"Vicki?" the cameraman suddenly interrupted. Vicki Vale glared at him, annoyed he had broken the golden rule and spoken to her during a live broadcast, but then turned to see what he was focusing his camera on.

A nude woman, trying to cover herself but failing as she came through a heavy door into the station, had appeared behind Vicki. The woman had a round but firm backside, and as she turned more front on displayed a pair of impressive pert breasts. The money shot came as the woman's hand slipped to reveal blonde pubic hair shaved into a heart shape. Vicki had never seen this much of the villain before, but the blue and red tips to her hair gave away this was Harley Quinn.

"There she is!" Vicki Vale announced unnecessarily, "Harley Quinn back in Gotham, and for some reason totally naked!"

Harley heard the reporter's excited voice, so rather than hang around she ran at a ticket desk, used it as a boost to reach a hanging departures board, which she swung from over the heads of two cops approaching from the station doors, and then she was able to slip through the doors.

On the street outside, Harley found Vicki's camera van, doors open and keys in the ignition.

"For me?" she exclaimed, slipping inside, "You shouldn't have!" she gunned the engine and was off.