It's Harley Quinn!

Batwoman chased her target through the rooftops of the cold autumn night. It had been a long while since Harley Quinn had committed any crimes worth the batfamily's attention, but she seemingly decided on going back to old habits tonight. The mad woman was streaking across the roofs carrying a giant bag of money over her shoulders, like some cartoon villain.

The pair had been on a chase ever since Harley was caught red-handed robbing a big shot lawyer’s penthouse. The moment the redheaded vigilante had arrived, the clown woman had simply jumped out of the window and began this stupid chase without even saying a word. That is, if you don't count her maniacal laughter as words, which Batwoman sure didn't.

Their chase led them to the docks and Harley finally took refuge in an abandoned warehouse near the end of the pier.

"Oracle, come in Oracle." Batwoman, or Kate Kane to those who knew her secret identity, called the woman that was their eyes in the sky. Former Batgirl, current hacker extraordinaire, Barbara Gordon, or Oracle, was always a call away to help the batfamily with any tech or intel-related issues.

"Yes Batwoman, hear you loud and clear, what is the problem?" Barbara addressed Kate.

"I've been chasing Harley for a couple blocks now and she's gone to ground in an abandoned warehouse on the pier. Can you check it for me? Make sure it doesn't belong to any suspicious owners that Harley just happens to be acquainted with, make sure this isn't a trap."

"I can do you one better,” Oracle’s voice chirped in Batswoman’s ear. "Not only can I tell you it isn't, but it still has functioning surveillance cameras inside. They are showing that Harley seems to be looking for something under a desk.``

"You're the best, Oracle."

"Always happy to help!"

Batwoman then launched a grappling hook in the direction of one of the windows, preparing to ambush the former anti-hero, now current villain, Harley Quinn.

She entered the building quietly. It was an old storage warehouse, filled with office supplies scattered about, a bunch of furniture randomly thrown around, covered in dust and rust. Plenty of places for the clown to hide. As soon as Batwoman landed on the ground, inside a circle of haphazardly arranged desks, the room started to quickly fill with smoke. Kate was prepared for this: she immediately put on her gas mask and raised her fists in preparation for the strike that could come at any second, from any direction. What she didn't expect was a simple kiss placed from behind her, right at the corner of where her mask ended on her cheek. Even more unexpected was the wave of pleasure that shook her body to its core. She instantly fell to her knees, her pussy already leaking into her suit, the super heroine gasping for air after experiencing such intense feeling.

"Heya, Batsy!" Harley Quinn greeted the kneeling woman from behind. She wore the classic one piece suit from her first appearances as a villain: a tight red and black spandex suit with tiny playing card diamonds designs on her thighs and shoulders. She also wore a head piece meant to resemble a jester's hat, as well as white face paint that highlighted her sparkling blue eyes and her crimson colored lips.

"Ya don't have to worry about that gas mask of yours, this is just for show!" The clown princess of crime said as she twirled her index finger, gesturing to the room. Then, she ripped the gas mask off of the kneeling woman's face with her other hand. Batwoman inhaled deeply at that moment. Not just because of the mask being ripped, nor because Harley said she could, but because the source of her deep arousal touched her face and it felt glorious.

Harley tossed the mask across the room and took a stand right before the fallen hero.

"Betcha wonderin' why I went through all the trouble of bringin’ ya here, right? Oh, almost forgot!" She bent at her waist and planted a deep kiss into Batwoman's lips. The hero didn't know why, but her brain just short circuited right then and there. All she could do was kiss the villain back, with passionate devotion. This woman was driving her crazy and she was ready to do anything to keep feeling this high.

"Ya know, when your friends ask for your help, you are always there for them, right?" Harley continued as she broke off the kiss and started walking around the desks, circling Batwoman.

"Yes mistress... I mean... what did I just say?!" The words came out slurred from the heroine's mouth.

"So, my friend Red asks this big favor of me, right? Oh yeah, you might know her by another name, Poison Ivy." She continued circling the fallen woman, paying close attention to Batwoman's reactions, though she knew exactly what would happen next. Kate could do nothing but follow the clown’s hips with her eyes. "She wanted me to create this huge distraction today, but she didn't tell me what for, she just went 'Harley, you have to make sure the heroes are focused on you on this day.' Of course I said yes, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't, right?"

"Of course mistress, of course you said yes." Batwoman whispered.

“So she lent me some of her knicks and her knacks so I could do a top job at this. A couple pheromone smoke bombs and a powerful version of her mind controlling lipstick. I've been collecting heroines for days, corrupting them into mindless servants like you are about to be now, then sending them back with orders to behave exactly as normal until they got the signal to strike. The signal that was sent half an hour ago." Once again she checked the woman's reactions and again the heroine was mesmerized by her hips. She shook them around and Batwoman's eyes followed their target with unbridled devotion. Harley giggled.

"They have put on their beautiful new uniforms, just like mine, and have been causing chaos all through Gotham." She ran her hands over her body in an exaggerated act to show off her tight suit and the kneeling woman drank her in. "You may actually know the person who sent the signal. Say hi Barbie!"

Batwoman heard a voice talk in her ear.

"Hi, Batsy!" Oracle excitedly said through her earpiece.

"In case you were wondering, that's why you didn't get any alerts to the goings on around town, I got your comms all bungled up."

"I'm always happy to serve you, Mistress Harley!" The voice of Barbara Gordon came over both of the woman's ears, in their intercoms.

“But that’s not why I brought you here.” She bent down again, this time to put a finger under Batwoman’s chin and lift her head up. “Have you wondered why you’re here yet?” Batwoman didn't know how to respond to having such a perfect creature touching her like that. Instead, she simply babbled incoherently and shook her head 'no' as her mistress watched and laughed. "Of course not. What were you really wondering, ****?"

"What... what your pussy tasted like, mistress."

"Oh, how cute. You are here, particularly, in preparations for phase 2, but your thing sounds way more urgent." She said in a mocking tone. Both women licked their lips, but only one had a predatory look on her face. Harley briskly took her finger off Kate’s chin and walked away, which made the kneeling woman instinctively crawl over to follow her mistress’ hand. Harley braced herself against a desk and spread her legs as Batwoman hungrily went down on her through the fabric of her suit.

"Barbie! Let me know when the next phase of the plan is about to start, ok?" Harley commanded as she was being eaten out.

"You got it mistress! I’ll be here jillin’ off to my mistress getting licked!”

"Don't forget to keep an eye on the plan!"

"Don't worry mistress, I am very good at multitasking."

And with that, Harley leaned on the table and enjoyed the expert lesbian's tongue. Before she could find her zipper to feel the touch of those lips on her skin, Harley started feeling dizzy and her senses getting fuzzy. Her last thought before disappearing was:

"Oh wow! Either I'm not as immune to Red's toxins as I thought, or I really gotta have more bat-lesbians in my life."

***

The platform rose to reveal none other than Harley Quinn herself! As the platform reached the floor level, she struck a dramatic pose with one hand on her hip and the other miming to look as if leaning against an invisible wall.

“Hello guys, gals and pals! Kept you waiting, huh?” She winked and did a finger gun with her miming hand at the direction of the other contestants.

“Hello Harley!” A radiant Chrissi greeted the clown princess of crime. “We are so glad to have you with us! I couldn’t help but notice how you are so much more receptive to your situation than the other girls! What is your secret?” She clasped her arms together in front of her breasts and did little claps over them to emphasize every word of her question.

“Oh, this isn’t my first rodeo, missy. These interdimensional trips usually take a week, maybe a month at most, and then I’m back to good ol’ me doing my good ol’ stuff back home.” Harley said, already getting comfortable with Chrissi and leaning against her shoulder instead of at nothing.

“Let’s hope this is the one to knock that trend, am I right?” The host turned her head from the contestant and gave a cute smile to the camera.

“We’ll see about that.” Both women laughed, as if sharing a joke none of the others present could understand.

“Good one, Mrs. Jokester.” Chrissi’s cute laugh continued on. “Go stay with the other contestants over there.” The villain then made an exaggerated bow at the host.

“M’lady.” Harley gently took Chrissi’s hand in hers and delicately kissed it. She then went up her gloved forearm with little kisses all over the blonde.

“It looks like _someone _still knows how to be chivalrous around here.” Chrissi said in the direction of the others. As Harley got to the upper arm, she continued to kiss her delicately. She went on with soft kisses, up her shoulder, on the side of her bust, on the base of her neck. When she got to the upper part of the neck, she stopped and backed away before she reached the woman’s now rose cheeks. Harley wore a look of breathless expectation as she looked at the blonde bimbo, as if hoping for some kind of response to her wooing. The blonde purred as she looked her expectant kisser in the eyes. Icy blue eyes on icy blue eyes, the host said:

“Expecting something to happen, little clown? I’m not making the same mistake twice, the moment you set foot in here, we took away all your special equipment.” She gave Harley a wink and a devilish smirk. “Including your special lipstick.”

A quick flash of anger passed over Harley’s eyes but it was quickly replaced with a sarcastic laugh.

“Hahaha, gotta admit it was a nice try, Tits!”

She quickly moved over to the line of contestants. Harley gave an intrigued look at Hyppolita, in her armor and in her bubble, a charming wave to the younger couple in their fur coats, but as she got to Bianca, she quickly draped an arm over the blonde’s shoulder and said:

“Oh, a copper are ya? Are we going to have any fun here, or are you going to be a buzzkill?” Bianca quickly shoved her.

“Get off me.”

“Option two then!” Harley quickly twirled around the black woman and got over to Ariadne’s other side, where Bianca thankfully let her be. “And who might you be?” She asked the rogue with curiosity and a raised eyebrow.

“What, not curious about the fur coat mafia over there?” The young woman pointed to Lin and Sunny.

“They have nerd and narc energy, I’m more curious about you. You seem to be the one with the most chaotic vibes over here.”

“And what if I am?” She asked defensively. Harley opened a wide, wide smile.

“…Then we are going to be _very _good friends.”

“Susie!” Chrissi called her assistant. “Now that the least eventful introduction of the show has finished, why don’t you introduce our last contestant, sweetheart?”

“With pleasure, boss!”

“Oh hey, there’s a pink girl in rollerblades over there!” Harley beamed at the sheer absurdity of the concept.

“Ladies, gentlemen and those of you who know better, we have had characters from a tabletop game, from unfinished written work, and from comics. Now we go for one last medium change, to the world of videogames: our last contestant is a character created by our Master to be the protagonist of one of his favorites RPGs of all time.”

Hyppolita knocked on her glass bubble and asked the others:

“Hey, what is an RPG?”

“Rocket Propelled Grenade.” Bianca said.

“Role Playing Game.”

“Role Playing Game.” Lin and Sunny said at the same time.

The four of them exchanged confused looks at each other and Harley quickly exclaimed:

“An RPG?! I love those! I always buy them when a new one comes out. I remember this one time I got it in a black market and had to knife a guy to get it…”

Susie cleared her throat quite loudly. As the contestants all stopped talking and turned to look at her once more, she finished.

“A ferocious fighter who uses powers of the wild to protect herself and her allies. A druidic warrior who is as proud of her abilities as a lion is of their pack. A hunter who is hunted due to her use of perceived ‘forbidden magics’. The sylvan shapeshifter, the elven metamorph, everyone, say hi, hello and welcome to Vallyer, one of the Godwoken!”