Harley's hideout

Harley parked up the van in a side street, outside a dilapidated shop with a faded sign proclaiming cheerfully "Lucy Luff's Fluff and Stuff". Checking through all the van windows that no one was about on the pavement, Harley slipped from the seat and hurried to the shop door. The window next to it was long-since shuttered and graffiti'ed. She retrieved a key from under a loose paving stone on the doorstep, and let herself in.

Closing the door behind her, Harley flicked on the light switch. Dozens of eyes suddenly looked down on her, but this time Harley didn't need to hide her nudity; the eyes belonged to cuddly toys, arranged on rows around the defunct shop.

"Hiya, kiddies!" Harley waved at the stuffed bears, bunnies, clowns and others. "Mommy's home!"

She pranced to the back of the shop, and behind the counter she opened a tall cupboard. "Time for me to disappoint guys and gals everywhere, and get dressed!"

Harley pulled the first hanger from the cupboard. Draped from it was a white and red t-shirt and a pair of red and blue booty shorts. Harley smiled at the outfit, but her smile faded as she started to remove it from the hanger and the outfit fell to bits in her hand. She remembered now that she had last worn it to a fight in a chemical plant, where she had been splashed with various chemicals. She really should have washed it before hanging it up.

Next she found an old-fashioned red and black jumpsuit, one of the first outfits she had worn in her criminal career. Time to get a bit retro, Harley decided, but as she pulled the jumpsuit into view she found large parts of it missing, surrounded by burned edges. She remembered this one as well, now; she had barely escaped an exploding comedy club, and lost most of the outfit in the process.

The third hanger Harley pulled out she was not even sure what it had been, it was so shredded to pieces. She recognised the ragged edges of the rags as being the work of batarangs.

"You mean I don't have a single crummy outfit to wear?!" Harley exclaimed, pulling more and more clothes out, until the floor was a pile of ruined rags and the cupboard was bare. She turned to a shelf of bears dressed in costumes- Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Lantern- "It's all right for you guys, but I don't think what you've got would fit me." she absentmindedly patted her round rear for emphasis. Then she turned back to the front of the room, "That's it, time to go shopping!"

Outside in the street, redhead reporter Vicki Vale caught the end of Harley's predicament. Having followed the GPS tracker on the van, Vicki had identified Harley's hideout and watched her through a gap in the rusted shutter.

Vicki ran back to the van, and jumped in the back just as the naked girl came back out of the shop and climbed into the driver's seat.