Harley Quinn

"What the? Oh! Hey there. Hope you weren't expecting to be arrested or nuthin'. I'm taking this thing as far away from here as I can!" The blonde bimbo who calls the Joker her boyfriend smiled before hitting the accelerator, making the tires squeal as they lurched out of the parking lot.

As they weaved through traffic, horns blared and tires screeched as cars tried to avoid the manic psycho's path. Harley laughed as she drove through red lights, barely missing pedestrians, and barreling through cross traffic.

"Whee!" The blonde giggled.

"Harley..." Barbara seethed.

"Better hang on back there! I can hear your boobies a-jigglin' from up 'ere!"

"I can't!"

Harley looked back at Barbara and her eyes got wide, for once, she actually noticed her.

"Hey, whatcha doin' all naked back there? Wait, aren't you famous or sumthin'?"

"Watch the road!" Barbara yelled, causing Harley to quickly swerve to avoid a school bus.

"Hey, you're the Commissioner's kid, ain'tcha? Babs, right?"

"I prefer Barbara..." The redhead murmured under her breath.

"Whateva, Babs. Say, what's the commish's girl doin' in the back of a cop car naked? You get arrested for streakin'?"

"No!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot. Oh, is there a special term for streakin' when you're in a wheelchair? Wheelin'?"

"I don't know, but that's not what happened."

"Don't wanna talk about?"

"How about you tell me where we're going?"

"Nice try, Babs. I know B-man's checking on you. Probably got this car tracked. We gotta ditch this scrap before he catches us!"

The tires screeched as the car made a sharp turn and sped down an alley.

"You know, I've been wondering why Mistah J took those nudie photos of ya. He's got me! I don't know if it's because he loves how upset it makes your dad. Sorry Babs, but I can't let a woman get close to my Puddin' even if it's just his sick fantasy!"