Pluck her feathers.

Unaware of the oncoming villainess, Black Canary continues to seethe while favoring her most sensitive of places. "Damn that...nnn...girl..."

"Aww...want someone to kiss it to make you feel better little birdy?" Hearing how close that voice was caused Dinah to try and get back to her feet but her 'fellow' blonde would go for that very hair as well as the back of her jacket to keep her still. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you...after I pluck your feathers!" Quinn would laugh at her own joke, however, such laughter would be short-lived with an elbow into her gut from the trapped Canary. "Why y-UGH!"

After the second elbow, Dinah tried to escape only to feel her jacket still snagged by the hands of Harley; with no other recourse, she'd shake herself free of her outermost layer of clothing, leaving just her leather leotard as the only barrier between the eyes of the audience and what she kept in her underwear drawer. While relieved to be free, she still wanted a measure of **** against Harley...which was why the former - or is it current - girlfriend of the Joker was waving the jacket like a matador.

"Toro! Toro! Come on chickadee!"

Whether it was anger, confidence, or both, Canary came charging like the bull Harley was envisioning, looking to take her down.