Harley Quinn and some of Joker’s Men

An hour passes and Barbara is still on the roof cuffed to the pipe, her clothes miles away back at the strange nudist club she came across earlier. The once Caped Crusader glances up when she hears what sounds like someone climbing up the nearby fire escape. All she wants to do is get up and run, hiding somewhere, anywhere, but unfortunately for her she is stuck out in the open in the middle of the roof, unable to do anything about her present situation but cover her breasts and sit just right so her womanhood remains covered.

Her face drops when a familiar red and black clad clown pops up from the fire escape. “Harley Quinn!” Batgirl says, scowling and doing her best to look confident despite her current predicament. Whistling at the sight of the naked Batgirl, Harley walks up to her with a huge smile, her eyes looking at Barbara’s body with a small look of desire, “you know, bats, I got a thing for hot redheads, and you...” she then kneels down beside Batgirl and stares into Batgirl’s eyes, “woof.”

With her legs and one of her arms still free, Batgirl is not as **** as Harley might have expected, which becomes abundantly clear to her as she sweep kicks Harley, knocking her down. Before Batgirl can do anything else however the sound of a cocking gun causes her to look back toward the fire escape, shocked to see two thugs wearing clown masks now standing at the edge of the roof, both pointing guns at her. “Damn” one of them says, his eyes on everything below Batgirl’s neck. “Shoot her!” Harley yells angrily, sitting up.

“Wait no!” Barbara holds her hands up but is powerless to stop a dart from hitting her. She is slightly comforted that she wasn’t shot with something more lethal, but that is some small comfort to her as she drifts off to sleep. . .