Duet!

About a billion years ago, stuffy and geeky Harleen Quinzel aced her way through Gotham University with flying colors. Earning a fancy little doctorate, and proving herself to be a brilliant up-and-coming mind!

And here she was, spinning like a top on a stripper pole, showing her holes to a group of gangsters, and giggling all the while. Life's funny like that, ain't it?

At least Harley seemed to be having fun! If the clown queenpin thing didn't pan out, she may have found a backup plan! She crawled along the stage, shaking her boobies to the sounds of applause and whistles! Seems, even as far as performers go, Harley was popular!

"Oh, you boys really know how ta make a girl feel special! Really, you're too kind! I'm just a humble, sexy, funny little--"

"HARLEY!"

The voice cut through the crowd and the music, which was no easy feet! Cheers gave way to confusion and surprise, but Harley recognized that tone immediately. "Aw, hell."

Stomping across the stage was none other than Batgirl. She'd finally caught up to the clown-- Though, apparently, she'd lost her bra in the process, as she was now clad in nothing but her mask and cape! Though, she seemed far more angry than embarrassed this time.

"Hey, I don't remember askin' for a backup dancer!" Harley stomped her foot, making her body jiggle. "I'm a solo act! Where's my manager at?"

At this point, Barbara was in no mood for Harley's antics. She was going to make Harley beg to be thrown in jail by the time this was done. She charged across the stage, freckled tits bouncing and swaying, and began throwing all manner of punches and kicks!

Harley squeaked! She backed up, dodged, weaved-- Then spun on the stripper pole, landing a kick that sent Barbara staggering backwards. They sparred, naked and sweaty, all while Gotham's biggest crime families looked on.

"I didn't realize Capes was puttin' on stage acts now..." One gangster mused, to the agreement of his cohorts. This place really was upping their entertainment value!

With how they punched, kicked and evaded, it really did seem like Harley and Barbara were dancing! The crowd began to cheer once again. Taking sides-- Betting even, as the duo seemed to be on semi equal footing! That is, until Harley lost said footing.

With the stage floor soaked in sweat and alcohol-- A huge work safety violation, by the way-- Harley finally slipped! She tumbled right into Batgirl's chest, and the two found themselves crashing off of the stage, and right through one of the front row tables!

Harley found herself on top of Barbara... In a heap... Surrounded by a bunch of criminals that suddenly didn't seem quite as enthralled by their little performance. As a cold gun barrel poked against her raised ass cheek, Harley gulped, but managed a shaky smile.

"Y'know, that really ain't the kind of tip we were hoping for..."