Harley Quinn's debut

Harleen stood on a high rooftop overlooking a small cluster of warehouses not far from Downtown National City. She was dressed in knee-high leather boots, the right one red, the left black. It being warm she had opted for the leather booty shorts she had designed, the left side made of red leather and the right black, contrasting her boots. Her top was made of tight-fitting red and black leather that was lined with triple bi-weave Kevlar. While she was no longer a slouch when in a fight she thought her best tactic was to use her beautiful body as a distraction, something Oliver and Kara both agreed with. She had painted her face stark white except for her red lips and the domino-style mask she wore. She had also styled her hair into long pigtails, the end of one dyed a pinkish red, the other dyed blue. Dig, dressed as Spartan stood next to her.

"Ready, Harley?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be," she asked nervously.

"Try to stay calm and keep your head," Dig said placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're ready for this. There is no way in hell Oliver and Kara would allow you out here if they didn't know you were ready."

"Thanks, Dig," she said giving him a nod and a smile.

Across from them on the opposite side of the warehouses, on another tall building was The Green Arrow. Down below the rest of the team was hidden among crates except for Supergirl and Bright Star. They were hovering high above, well out of sight.

"Heads up guys, targets coming in," Felicity said over the coms.

"I see it, Overwatch," Oliver said. Just as he went to scan the truck with his X-ray vision, Mia's voice came over the coms.

"Lead lined," she said sounding annoyed.

"A lead-lined fruit truck? What do you think is in there?" Leslie asked sarcastically.

"Ten to one says 'not fruit,' Dinah said in an equally sarcastic tone.

"What's the call guys? Alex asked.

Two men opened the truck and a third man pulled a large crate out of it with a forklift. When he set it down one of the first two men opened the crate with a crowbar.

"Joey, we happy?" A man standing half obscured by the shadows near the warehouse asked.

"Oh-ho yeah," the man they now knew answered to 'Joey' said.

"Curtis, can you get a look at the inside of the truck with one of your T Spheres?" Kara asked.

"Already done, other than crates it's clean."

"Move on my shot," Oliver said as he nocked a flash-bang arrow. He slowly and carefully drew his bow and aimed for the crate, directly in the center of the group of men. He loosed the arrow and it flew through the air with a low whistle.

"What the fuck!" Joey yelled after the arrow struck the crate with a loud thunk. It let out a loud beep, then exploded with a thunderous boom and a blinding flash.

As soon as the flash bang went off the time moved in. Spartan ran down the fire escape, his heart in his throat when he saw Harley drop off the side only to catch herself at the next level, thanks to her gymnastics training. Black Canary, Mister Terrific, Life wire, who had been hidden in a security light, Alex, and Guardian closed in from all sides as Oliver slid down a zip line, and Supergirl and Bright Star dropped down from high above.

One of the men reeled back and swung with all his might at Supergirl’s face. When it connected it took him a moment to realize the loud crunch he heard was the bones in his hand breaking. “AAAAHHHHH!!!” he screamed as he grabbed at his broken hand with his other hand.

“Boy, you do not pay attention do you?” Bright Star asked making Supergirl giggle. Bright Sar then gave a quick exhale sending the man with the broken hand flying backward, hit the side of a warehouse, and slump to the ground ****. Kara glanced over as a few more men ran out of one of the warehouses. Guardian used her shield to deflect a man’s kick, then punched him in the face making him stagger backward, into Alex who placed him in a **** hold, quickly subduing him.

To the side two men raised **** riffles preparing to open fire, but before they could J’onn phased through the wall behind them, placed a hand on each of their heads, and slammed them together. Black Canary sent another group of men flying with a Canary Cry as Mister Terrific used a combination of his T Spheres and hand-to-hand combat to take down three men Wild Dog and Spartan taking careful aim with their pistols landing nonlethal shots.

When another large group of men ran out from the other warehouse, Live Wire made her move, creating a cage made of lightning to keep them in place. “Not so fast boys,” she said taunting them. Seeing all of his men subdued the man took off running down an ally, only to be tripped up by a bolas.

“Ow! Damn it!” he said as he awkwardly rolled over and sat up. He began to try and untangle the cords of the weapon around his legs and heard footsteps slowly approaching him. He looked up expecting to see The Green Arrow but gasped in fear when He saw Harley walking towards him. She held a baseball bat that had been painted white with red candy striping around it in her right hand, the barrel of the bat was laid across her shoulders and her left arm was draped offer the end of it. As she walked Harley put extra sway into her hips.

“Where do you think you’re going pall?” she asked.

“Y-you work for the clown right?” the man asked fearfully. “You got to with that getup. I didn’t talk I swear it must have been one of the boys or one of Sionis’ guys! I’m just the middle man, help me get away, and, and the clown will get his guns I swear it!”

“Have you ever got the wrong Idea? I ain’t with Joker. I’m with The Green Arrow and Supergirl,” Harley said proudly.

“Dressed like some circus hooker, yeah right lady,” the man laughed. Harley let the insult go, pretending not to notice that the man had gotten the bolas loose. He sprang to his feet and drew a combat knife. He swiped at Harley’s face, but she gracefully dodged. He slashed at her body only to miss again. Then he lunged at her, she sidestepped and when he overextended himself and was off balance Harley swept his legs out from under him with her bat. He crashed to the ground dropping his knife. He rolled and grabbed it only to have Harley bash his hand with her bat making him scream in pain. Oliver, Kara, and the others closed in, all of the henchmen taken care of.

“Nicely done, Harley,” Green Arrow said as he lifted the man to his feet and pinned him against a dumpster. “Who’s Sionis?”

“He’ll kill me if I talk,” the man said in a panic.

“And I’ll make you wish I would if you don’t!” The man made a pitiful sound before passing out.

“That’s embarrassing,” Supergirl said in a deadpan tone. Oliver couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “J’onn, did you get anything?” Green Arrow asked.

“No, his thoughts were too erratic for me to get a clear thought.”

“Well, at least we kept a major load of guns off the streets,” Live Wire said with a shrug.

“But who’s Sionis?” Supergirl asked.

“Roman Sionis, A.K.A. Black Mask,” a voice said from the shadows. The assembled heroes turned toward the sound of the voice and a few seconds later Batman himself emerged into the dim ally lights. “Whoa, he is real!” Wild Dog said without realizing he had even spoken. Meanwhile, J’onn, Green Arrow, and Supergirl all looked at one another in shock trying to figure out how he had approached without them knowing.

“And he would be?” Oliver asked regaining his composure.

“A crime lord in Gotham usually wears a black skull mask. I’ve been tracking his weapon shipments for the last few months.”

“I thought you never left Gotham,” Supergirl said crossing her arms over her chest.

“It was in good hands,” Batman answered, barely looking at her. “Black Mask and Joker usually don’t get along. For Sionis to be supplying Joker with guns, either he’s’ **** or there’s something major happening.”

“I take it there’s bad blood?” Black Canary asked.

“Joker killed one of Sionis’ girlfriends, burnt down one of his safe houses, and took over a substantial portion of his territory. ‘Bad blood’ would be an understatement. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to take our friend here back to GCPD lockup.”

“Why not here?” Oliver asked.

“The cops don’t know he’s here otherwise NCPD would have a BOLO out on him theirs a warrant out for his arrest in Gotham. Green Arrow sighed before dropping the man at Batman’s feet.

"Will you keep us in the loop?" Supergirl asked. "Give us a way to contact you, and we can share information."

Batman pressed a button on his gauntlet and from overhead, a high-pitched whine could be heard. Everyone looked up at the Batwing hovering high above. Suddenly, there was a series of blinding flashes when the flashing stopped and their vision returned to normal, Batman and the man they had apprehended were gone.

"Kal's right he is an ass," Supergirl said as she rubbed her eyes.

Later, the group stood around Felicity’s station in the watchtower. Hrleen emerged from the changing area, her face still damp from removing her grease paint. “So, that was Batman? Nice guy,” Dig said sarcastically as he leaned against the wall.

“I’ll talk to Kal. I’m sure he can be convinced to work with us,” Kara said with a shrug as she sat down in an open chair.

“Better try with Kate. I think she’d have better luck convincing him,” Oliver said pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Felicity, I don’t suppose you were able to track his plane?” J’onn asked.

“Are you kidding, I didn’t even know it was there,” Felicity said as she slumped back in her chair.

“We better get going, and get that one in her bed,” Kelley said as she pointed to Esme who was sleeping on the couch. A pink stuffed rabbit in her arms.

“She wasn’t too much trouble, was she?” Alex asked as she scooped Esme up, being careful not to wake her.

“Nah, she was an angel,” Felicity said with a smile.

“Let’s all get some rest,” Oliver said, unable to stop himself from smirking at his niece sleeping in his sister-in-law’s arms.

A little over a half hour later, Kara, Oliver, and Harleen walked into Kara’s old apartment. She and Oliver had decided to keep it for the time when She needed to visit CatCo’s former head office, or when they were in town in an unofficial capacity. “Kara, do you mind if I jump in the shower?” Harleen asked as she opened her duffel bag which she had left on the couch.

“Go for it, down the hall on the right,” Kara said as she went into the kitchen and began making herself a cup of coffee. “Anyone else?”

“Sure,” Oliver said as he walked into the kitchen and took another mug from the cupboard.

“None for me thanks, unlike you two, I still have to sleep,” Harleen said as she turned and began walking down the hall.

“Harleen.” Harleen stopped at the sound of Oliver’s voice. She turned and looked at him. “You did great tonight.”

“Thanks,” Harleen said with a smile. Harleen took a quick hot shower, and then Kara.

“In the mood to play?” Kara whispered into Harleen’s ear while Oliver took his turn in the shower. Harleen looked at Kara and eagerly nodded. With a smile, Kara walked over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. She pulled out her red sun collar, Oliver’s red sun watch and a red leather collar for Harleen. Both women stripped down to their underwear, Kara in a pink lace bra and matching G-string and Harleen in a matching dark blue lace bra and G-string. The two knelt in front of the bed with their hands behind their backs and eyes downcast waiting for Oliver to emerge from the bathroom.

“Well, well, what have we here?” Oliver asked when he entered the bedroom in a pair of gym shorts.

“I thought you might like to play,” Kara said looking up at him.

“Looking like that, how can I resist?” he asked before bending down and kissing her passionately. She whimpered slightly as he broke the kiss. He then stepped in front of Harleen and kissed her before going into the closet and selecting two sets of soft leather cuffs, and two silk blindfolds. He went back to Kara and Harleen and placed the blindfolds over their eyes. He then activating his watch and Kara’s collar, draining their powers.

“Master, what are we going to do?” Harleen asked. Oliver circled them, grabbed her long blonde hair, and gave a gentle tug before bending down, placing his lips near her ear.

“That’s for me to know, Harleen,” he said, in a low stern tone. He then turned them to face one another and cuffed their hands behind their backs. “Kiss, while I go find some more things for us to play with.”

“Yes, Master,” they said before leaning forward and starting to kiss. It was a bit awkward at first with them being blindfolded. Oliver watched for a few seconds until they found their rhythm.

“More tongue girls,” he said as he walked back into the closet. They silently obeyed and began to explore one another’s mouths with their tongues. Even without his super hearing, Oliver could hear his wife and the psychiatrist they had taken in passionately kissing one another. He smiled as he found a small bucket full of clothespins and a black leather riding crop. He walked back into the bedroom and back over to Kara and Harleen. He set the bucket of clothespins down and began to run the tab of the crop along Kara’s spine. Due to her hands being behind her back, he held the crop in a reverse grip. “I have one of your favorites, Kara, can you guess what it is?”

Kara moaned against Harleen’s lips before breaking the kiss. “A riding crop, Master?” she asked.

“Stand up, but keep kissing.” The two slowly rose as they continued to passionately kiss. “Asses out girls.”

“Yes, Master,” they said together as they bent over, and kept kissing. Oliver undid Kara’s handcuffs then Harleen’s. undid Harleen’s bra and smiled as it fluttered to the floor and repeated the process with Kara. He reached around Kara’s body and began to caress her breasts, finding her nipples erect with desire. He slipped one hand down between her legs and even over her lace panties he could feel her wetness.

“Enjoying yourself?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes, Master,” Kara replied with a slight moan. He planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, his stubble prickling her skin. He then walked around them until he was behind Harleen. He began to caress her breasts as he had Kara’s, finding her nipples every bit as hard as the beautiful Krptonian’s. He then reached between her legs and felt how wet she was through her panties.

“And you, Harleen?”

“Yes, Master.” Without a word, Oliver took several clothespins from the bucked. He placed one on her right nipple making her wince.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

“Not a chance, Master,” Harleen said with a beaming smile right before going back to kissing Kara. Oliver continued to decorate her body with clothespins, the left nipple, six around each breast, three along each of her sides, and four on each of her inner thighs. He then repeated the process on Kara, leaving both beautiful women’s bodies decorated with clothes pins. Then he took the riding crop in hand and gave Kara a lightly stinging lash on her left ass cheek.

Kara let out a small yelp, more of a surprise than pain. “Harder, Master, please,” she purred as she shook her ass.

“Settle,” he said placing a hand on her lower back. “My little Superslut.” When she stopped shaking her ass, Oliver delivered a similar lash to her right ass cheek.

“Thank you, Master,” Kara moaned.

“See how well-trained she is, Harleen. I whip her ass and she thanks me for it?” Oliver asked as he moved behind Harleen.

“Yes, Master,” she replied before Oliver lashed her left and right ass cheeks. For several minutes he circled them, lashing their asses twice on each trip around, leaving the fleshy globes glowing pink.

“Stand up straight, Kara. Hands behind your head,” Oliver said as he removed the blindfold over her eyes.

"Yes, Master," Kara said as she got into the ordered position.

Oliver moved behind Harleen and removed her blindfold. "Harleen, I want you to remove her clothespins using only your teeth."

"Yes, Master." Harleen leaned forward and gently took one of the clothespins on Kara's inner right thigh, and carefully bit down. Kara hissed as her tender flesh was released from the clothespin's tight pinch. Harleen dropped the clothespin in the bucket and moved to the next pin.

Slowly and carefully, Harleen removed each clothespin, saving the ones on Kara’s nipples for last. Oliver removed Kara’s blindfold as Harleen removed the last clothespin. "Harleen, stand like Kara. Kara, it's your turn to take Harleen's clothespins off."

"Yes, Master," both women replied as Harleen placed her feet shoulder-width apart, and her hands behind her head while Kara sank to her knees. Kara moved slowly and carefully, just as Harleen had, and removed each of the clothespins on Harleen's body.

"Back to standing with your hands behind your head, Kara," Oliver said as he watched her drop the last clothespin into the bucket. Silently, Kara did as she was told. Oliver hooked his fingers into the waistband of her G-string and lowered it. She inched her legs closer together, allowing her G-string to fall to the floor before she stepped out of them and spread her legs. He ran his hand slowly down her toned stomach and listened to her breath hitch and her quiet whines and whimpers as he neared her pussy. "Having fun, Kara?" he asked as he slowly, teasingly played with her clit.

"Yes, Master," she moaned and pressed her body back against his, feeling his hard cock on her ass through his shorts. She whimpered again as he pulled his hand away.

Oliver chuckled at Kara’s whimper and moved back behind Harleen. He lowered her G-string and began to tease her clit as well. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

“Harleen, I want you to go lay on the bed, on your back.”

“Yes, Master,” Harleen said as she quickly moved to the bed and lay on it with her head on the pile of pillows. Without saying a word, Oliver went to the dresser where they kept the restraints and picked out four nylon cords, each with a strip of Velcro and a plastic buckle at the two ends. He wrapped one end of each strip around each of the bedposts. and the other end to Harleen’s wrists and ankles, leaving the psychiatrist bound and spread-eagled on the bed.

“Kara, straddle her face, facing toward the foot of the bed."

“Yes, Master,” Kara said excitedly. She walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, placing her legs on either side of Harleen’s face, so she faced the foot of the bed.

“Use your hands to present your breasts.”

“Like this, Master,” Kara asked as she cupped her breasts and lifted them.

“That will do nicely,” he said as he picked up the riding crop and pressed the tab of the crop against her right breast.

“Kara, I want you to count each lash, then say ‘I’m your Superslut.’ Harleen, eat her pussy.”

“Yes, Master,” they both said just before Harleen began to slowly drag the tip of her tongue over and around Kara’s Labia. Oliver slowly lifted the crop and brought it down just hard enough to sting, and Kara hissed through her teeth before speaking. “One, Master. I’m your superslut.”

"How does she taste?" Oliver asked as he slowly moved the tab of the crop over Harleen’s inner thigh.

"She's delicious, Master."

Oliver smiled, then, brought the crop down on Kara’s left breast. The beautiful Kryptonian moaned and bit her lip as pleasure and the lightly stinging pain mixed, sending a shudder through her body. "Two, Master. I'm you Superslut."

Using slow, light lashes, Oliver continued to use the crop on Kara’s breast, turning them a light shade of pink. The latest lash landed and Kara let out a sound that was equal parts gasp and moan as Harleen had been probing deep into her pussy with her talented tongue.

"Ten, Master," Kara moaned as she counted the latest lash. "Oh, Rao. I'm your Superslut," she said through gritted teeth, her legs trembling as her body teetered on the edge.

"Don't you dare," Oliver said in a low growl.

"Please, Master, please may I cum? May your Superslut cum? Please, Master?" Kara said, her eyes shut tight and her voice increasing in pitch with every word until it reached a whine.

Oliver said nothing as he traced the riding crop around her breasts, then down her stomach. He was enjoying watching his wife holding back the orgasm she so desperately wanted. He could see her trying to control her breathing. He was willing to bet anything that she was trying to think of something, anything except for the growing tightness in her muscles, or the soft, warm tongue that was slithering inside of her, seeking out every sensitive spot within reach.

"Superslut, cum," he said after another minute or two of watching and listening to her plead for his permission.

"Oh, Rao! Thank you, Master! Thank you!" she screamed as she threw her head back. Oliver reached out and began to twist her nipples, further intensifying her orgasm.

"Who else should you be thanking?"

"Th-thank you, Harleen! Thank you for eating my pussy so good!" Harleen said nothing as she continued to slurp down Kara's juices.

“Get off,” Oliver said as he helped Kara off of Harleen. He then released Harleen from her bonds. “Alright, Harleen stand like you did earlier with your hands behind your head.” Harleen licked her lips, savoring Kara’s lingering taste, as she moved into position. “You, down on your knees,” he said as he first pointed to Kara, then to the spot on the floor right In front of Harleen.

“Yes, Master,” Kara said with a grin. She knelt in front of Harleen, her eyes level with the psychiatrist’s pussy.

“Harleen, present your tits,” Oliver commanded. Harleen arched her back, sticking her tits out further. “Eat her out while I use this on her tits,” Oliver said as he took a practice swing with the crop.

"Absolutely, Master," Kara replied in anticipation. She leaned forward, her hands reaching for Harleen’s hips for support as her tongue darted out, eager to do Oliver's bidding.

"Oh, God!" Harleen gasped as the first lash of the crop came down on her exposed breasts. Her body jolted but she held her position, just as she had been instructed. “One, Master. I’m your slut,” she moaned out, her voice trembling.

Kara didn't waste a moment. She began to explore Harleen with her tongue, tasting the other woman just as Harleen had done to her minutes ago. The sensation of Kara’s mouth on her overwhelmed Harleen and she had to **** herself to focus count each subsequent lash.

“Two, Master. I’m your slut,” she managed to get out just before Kara pushed her tongue inside of Harleen.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of Kara’s wet licks and sloppily sucking at Harleen's pussy while Oliver brought the crop down on Harleen's perked breasts again and again. As he had done earlier with Kara, he ensured the lashes were strong enough to sting but not too harsh. His eyes watched in delight as both women obeyed him, their bodies writhing amidst his commands.

It didn't take long for Harleen's body to start shuddering in pleasure. Unlike Kara though, she didn't ask for permission to cum; instead, she bit back a whimper and tried desperately to hold onto the climax that threatened to burst free at any moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was barely a couple of minutes, Oliver brought the crop down one last time. "Ten, Master," Harleen whimpered out between ragged breaths.

"Good girl," he said as he set down the crop and moved towards them. He reached over and pushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Harleen's face. “ I want to hear my slut beg for the release she so obviously desperately desires."

"Please, Master," Harleen pleaded, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Please may I cum? Please, Master?" Her voice cracked at the end, desperation clear in her tone.

"Go on then," he said after a moment, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Cum."

Harleen let out a loud cry at his command, her body convulsing as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“Thank you, Master,” she gasped out between heavy breaths once she’d come down from her orgasm. “Thank you to you too, Kara,” she added with a weak smile towards the Kryptonian woman who was still kneeling in front of her.

“We’re not quite done yet. Undress me,” Oliver commanded.

“Yes, Master,” the two women said with beaming smiles. Each took hold of his shorts gently lowered them, and then repeated the process with his black boxers.

“Harleen, back on the bed.”

“On my back, Master?”

“Yes,” was Oliver’s simple answer. “Kara, get your ass up on the bed, on your knees, face between Harleen’s legs.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she quickly climbed back onto the bed and placed her face a fraction of an inch from Harleen’s pussy. Harleen let out a slight whimper when she felt Kara’s hot breath on her pussy once again. Oliver stood behind Kara and took a firm grasp on her left hip and began rubbing the tip of his cock along her glistening pussy. He continued to tease her for several seconds before she finally spoke. “Fuck me, Master Please!” she said pleadingly.

He smiled as he placed his right hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into Harleen’s pussy, making Harleen moan and writhe in pleasure instantly. “Eat,” he ordered. As soon as Kara began to use her tongue to explore Harleen again, Oliver thrust into Kara, making her moan.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” Kara moaned into Harleen’s pussy as he began to thrust into her fast and hard, the sound of their slapping flesh, Kara’s slurping, and Harleen’s moans filled the air. Oliver closed his eyes and lost himself in pleasure as he repeatedly thrust in and out of Kara. He knew they wouldn’t be able to hold out long, having just had an orgasm each. “Cum as much as you like girls,” he said as he tightened his grip on Kara’s hips.

“Thank you, Master!” both yelled as Harleen’s hips shot off the bed and Kara’s inner walls gripped his cock like a velvet vice He increased his pace, intensifying Kara’s orgasm, and triggering a second then a third. Each time Kara came, her screams of pleasure triggered another orgasm for Harleen, leaving both women as a quivering mass of flesh.

“Fuck!” Oliver screamed as the two women came again. He gave one last hard thrust and filled Kara’s pussy with his cum.