Harley Quinn and Vicki Vale, the bitch fight of the century!

Harley grinned at the sight before her, the half-dozen or so thugs writhed and twitched in the moon light, fur and claws sprouting the longer they were exposed. Leaning back against the bar and noticing a pint had survived the gunshots from earlier, Harley took a sip and enjoyed the show. Looking behind her, she was pleasantly surprised the bar tender was still alive, shivering behind the safe under the cash register which protected him from the gunshots. “Ha! The bartender always survives in these stories.” Yelping as he was pulled from his hiding spot, Harley hugged him close and forced him to watch as his patrons transformed. “Please, I’ll do anything, please don’t eat me!”

“Pfff, I’m not gonna eat you… Maybe… Can’t say the same about them though.”

Pointing back to the fully transformed pack of werewolves, the man whimpered in fear as a dozen 10-foot-tall wolf monsters stood up and growled, leering at the only human in the bar like a piece of meat, their yellow eyes wild with hunger and feral rage. “Ooh, this is going to be fun.” Kissing the man on the forehead, Harley winked back at him before playfully pushing him back over the bar where he collapsed to the ground and scurried back to his hiding place. Eyeing the spot where the man fell and back to the white wolfess still smiling at them, the feral wolves growled, brandishing their teeth and claws. With murder in their eyes, the lead wolf made ready to lunge for an attack, until Harley stopped smiling and her hackles rose. Baring her own teeth and brandishing her claws in the same way, the wolves hesitated at the sight of the ghostly white wolf glaring at them with glowing yellow eyes.

“SIT!!!!!!!”

Almost immediately they did just that, with their leader dropping to the floor like a rock, rolled over on his back with his paws up, whining back at the wolfess. Smiling back and giggling at the results, Harley twirled a lock of her white mane and sashayed up to her new pack. “Good boys… We’ve got a party to crash and a vampire bitch to tear apart, also there will be treats!” She perked, waving her clawed hands for emphasis.

Perking up at the word, the half-dozen or so wolves followed Harley Quinn out the door, breaking its frame and wall as they ran towards the city in the dead of night, leaving the bar tender to shiver in his hiding spot wetting himself.

*

Meanwhile at city hall…

A practical riot was erupting as the press barked out questions and accusations at the mayor, who was shivering at the podium while police security guarded the windows and doors. Vicky Vale smiled at her spot at the front of horde of frantic reporters. Her plan was going quite well, pandemonium had been slowly building up and she had managed to stir the masses into blaming Batman as the cause. “Mr. Mayor, our news crew revealed that not only was Batman involved with the monster that rampaged through the city but is also kidnapping people, could HE be responsible for the mass disappearances in the city? And what is our city hall going to do about it?!” Sitting back after marking her question, Vicky’s glamour affected everyone in the room; causing the Mayor to suddenly call for a complete denouncement of the caped crusader while the rest of the reporters changed their questions from public safety to capturing the Batman.

Her plan was going smoothly.

“I swear as MAYOR of this great city, I will see the Dark Knight behind bars and Gotham FREE of this, this… Plague of monsters!”

At that moment the double doors to the hearing room burst open with enough force that the two guards were knocked off their feet and tossed aside, knocked unconscious when they landed awkwardly against the opposite walls. “HI EVERYONE!” Announced Harley, her arms spread wide with a wink as she strutted into the room, causing everyone to panic and cower at the corner behind the podium. The only one who didn’t was the lone reporter Vicky Vale, glaring back at the white wolfess with blood red eyes.

“YOU! You’re one of Batman’s minions, aren’t you?” Turning her attention back to the crowd she forced them all to look back at her. “We can’t let her escape this place, she should be KILLED before she kills everyone here.” Smiling as her influence hypnotised the group of reporters and security to crow out the same threat and command, they were suddenly put back in their place cowering when Harley Quinn roared out with enough force to cause the windows to rattle.

“Nice try bitch.” Smirked Harley as she stomped closer to the defiant woman. “But in case you haven’t realised I’m the big bad wolf in these parts, and I’m here to huff and puff and… OH! You have shrimp cakes.” Diverting her attention to the complimentary food at the side table, Harley began to nibble one such cake delicately between two outstretched fingers, her tail waging the entire time.

“Excuse me? How DARE you ignore me!”

Looking over her shoulder with a snout full of shrimp cakes and cookies, Harley narrowed her eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re still here… BOYS!” Sticking two fingers into her fanged mouth and blowing a whistle, the crowd looked to each other in confusion before a pack of werewolves burst through the windows and pried open doors to charge directly into Vicky Vale. The crowd of people screamed in shock as the horde of wolf monsters collided with the petite woman, slashing, biting and mauling her on the spot while the white wolfess wiped her lips and brushed her claws clean. Crossing her arms and admiring the sight of her pack reducing the woman to bloody paste at the corner of the press room.

“Now THIS was a good night! No fuss, no muss, and the best part is Mister B’s gonna be happy when I tell him the vamp tramp is dead.” At that moment the wolf and her former sane self floated at both her shoulders sporting little devil and angel wings respectively, watching on just as intently. “You turned a biker gang into a bloodthirsty pack of werewolves and stormed city hall to kill a woman with news cameras rolling the entire time… OH yes, he will be pleased with that.” Rolled Dr. Harleen Quinzel’s eyes.

“Woof woof!”

“Pff… Semantics! Besides, she’s hamburger by now, what’s there to worry about?” She shrugged, just when she heard a yelp and one of her pack members was flung aside without a head! “Ooops…”

Looking back at the pack, Harley found they had all been tossed aside like trash by their victim except for one which was grasped tightly by Vicky’s taloned fingers around its throat before she sank her fangs into his neck and drank deep. As terrifying as the werewolves were, SHE was far worse. A bloody skeletal corpse standing upright with her entrails dangling were her stomach once was, and yet with each pull of blood she drank, the wolf began to wither, and she grew stronger. It was like watching a horrible injury play out in reverse. The pool of blood around her feet receded back into herself as wounds sealed up instantly. Raw muscle and sinew grew new skin that enveloped and regenerated over what was taken, the apron of intestines slunk back into herself as her naval healed, all the while the wolf she fed off shrivelled and whined before going slack and dry.

Tossing the now dead thing away where its bones creaked from the impact and its body crumbled like mummified flesh, Vicki Vale glared at the pack of wolves with blood red eyes and fangs bared in rage, oblivious to her partial nudity. “You… IDIOT! Did you REALLY think a bride of Dracula could be slain so easily?!”

Shrugging and shaking her head, Harley looked to the terrified onlookers and the rest of her makeshift pack for answers and got none. “It was worth a try…”

“DOLT! You will die, ALL OF YOU! My love will RULE this city and purge it of your filth!”

Blinking back at the threat, Harley turned her attention back to the mayor and the reporters, now looking at Vicki for what she truly was. “Hey, is that camera rolling?” Getting a nod from the shivering cameraman, she continued. “And we’re live right?” Getting another nod, Harley began to smile. “Oops, guess your cover’s blown.”

Glaring at the camera, hissing in anger and then back to the white wolfess, Vicky’s eye twitched. “All of you… Choke yourselves to death!”

Unable to control themselves, everyone in the room, including the werewolves stopped what they were doing and reached for their owns throats, constricting their wind pipes and stopped breathing. Vicky made her escape by jumping out of the window and running out into the night while one by one the news reporters dropped to the ground suffocating themselves. Even the werewolves gagged and collapsed, going braindead from oxygen deprivation and reverting to human corpses. The only one left standing was Harley, who looked herself over and sighed with relief. “Phew… Guess I gots some really strong will power huh?”

Looking to her rational side on her shoulder, she found the good doctor choking herself, turning blue before Harley waved over her to make her stop. “Whelp… THIS plan blew up in my face, where to now?”

“Woof woof!”

“Righteroony! Time to get the fuck out of dodge!!!” Galloping out the ruined door, Halrey ran out into the night, heading back to the mansion and back to the others.