Kara is collared

"First things first" says Harley. She pulls a thick studded leather collar from her desk with a leash. She fastens the collar around Kara's neck and attaches the leash, securing both to her neck with a tiny padlock. Then she unlocks Kara's shackles. "There's no sense keeping these on. The collar does the same thing they do. Plus I get to lead you around like a little puppy." She pondered over this for a few moments. "Maybe later. Right now I want to train you on how to be a good, obedient sex ****. You'll be burning your super suit by the time I'm finished with you. You'll want to be with me always, and you'll always want to be naked."

To Kara Harley was playing it for realism, and she was. Harley was doing everything she ever dreamed of doing to Supergirl. But little did Harley know, it was the real Supergirl she was actually doing it to. The shackles, the net, and the collar might have been Kryptonite fakes, but the intention was true to form for the real Harley Quinn. She wanted Supergirl, and she wanted her badly.

Ever since the first time she saw Supergirl, she had designs on her. All of her fantasies were directly tied to Supergirl. And this girl Kara? She was almost a dead ringer for Supergirl. She was so sweet and submissive that Harley began to think she could fall in love with her instead of Supergirl. If she did or didn't was no big deal. Kara was helping her live out her fantasy, and she loved her for that right at this moment. But maybe Harley could love her, maybe even more than she could love Supergirl? It was a question only time could answer.

Harley pulls on the leash, and Kara obediently follows.