Flashed (Suicide Squad: Kill The Justice League)

"Come out, come out, Barry!" Boomerang yelled, brandishing one of his namesakes and looking around warily as they crept down the street. It was littered with the burnt-out husks of cars and the bodies of dead drones, their forms hulking and deformed by Brainiac's technology. "We're ready and waiting for you! I'd call in Captain Cold, but I reckon I can take you as is!" He winked at the rest of the so-called Suicide Squad: King Shark, Harley Quinn and Deadshot, who were all toting guns and wearing skeptical expressions. "You know I'm not so sure this strat's a good call, Boomer." Harley frowned. "I mean we're dealin' with a guy who treats the laws 'a physics like they're a polite suggestion, should we be callin' him an asshole when all we've got are a bunch of peashooters?"
"Waller hired us to take down the League of Lame-o's, ain't no way we're gonna do that unless we actually find the bugger!"
"Waller didn't hire us, Waller sprung us out of our cells at gunpoint and stuck bombs in our heads." Deadshot corrected, sweeping his wrist guns in a wide fan as he scanned around the street and the rooftops above. "In my case, Waller indoctrinated me for several years following the **** of my father under highly mysterious circumstances. I am not a criminal, like you three." Shark added.
Deadshot raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you kill that one guy?"
Shark blinked. "You will have to be more specific."
"You know what? Never mind."
Harley thought she saw a shadow and unloaded a few rounds into a wall, then realised her mistake and gave the rest of the group a sheepish grin. "Whoops!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Quinn?" Deadshot hissed, wrenching the barrel of her pistol so that it pointed down at the floor.
"Sorry! It's just you guys were borin' me and I tend to get antsy when I'm bored!"
Boomerang made a face. "So you start shooting at thin bloody air? Might as well ring the fuckin' dinner bell for 'im!" Boomerang turned on the spot, ready and waiting for signs of their target. They stood in silence for a few seconds. King Shark glanced down at Boomerang. "Do you suppose—"
"Shh!" Boomerang held up a hand, then cupped it to his ear, listening. The others followed suit, trying to hear whatever had caught his attention. The silence stretched on, and on, and on...and then there was the rumble. Distant at first, but steadily growing louder and louder until it was strong enough that they all turned as one to look up the street in the direction they'd come from. "Is that...?"
"If you have to ask, answer's probably yes." Boomer held out his boomerang and started backing up. "When the time comes, all you'll see is this, like, red blur looking thing; by then it'll be too—"
Harley squinted, and at the far, far end of the street, thought she caught a glimpse of red. A millisecond later, the red was all she could see. Red and gold, surrounding her. In an instant her gun was snatched away, along with...everything else. There was the sound of tearing fabric amid the red and gold blur, Harley suddenly felt lighter. A lot lighter. She tried to scream but couldn't suck down enough air to get it out. The blur and the vortex it had made dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. When the dust cleared, although Harley was still in the same spot, the outfit she'd been wearing...wasn't. Her hair had been **** out of the buns she'd put it into and was now hanging in two long, loose strands down her back. All she was wearing now was a dazed expression and a pair of skimpy white panties marked with a big, red love heart right in the centre of their crotch. For reasons known only to him, Flash had also swiped her bra, so that now Quinn's breasts were free and on full display. They were pale, but nowhere near as pale as the makeup she wore on her face, to the point that the creamy hue of her skin and the deep, blushed pink of her nipples were a tantalising shock of colour compared to it; they looked like a pair of bullseyes, the way they drew the eye. There was a decent heft to them, too, while also maintaining their perkiness. "Blimey, Harls! You've got a body on ya!" Boomerang whistled. Deadshot punched him in the shoulder, but was clearly trying to hide a slight smirk. King Shark nodded sagely. "This was in the file I stole from Waller when she was not looking! She is an acrobat, yes? This must be why you find her physical form aesthetically pleasing!"
"Yeah, right...thanks for that, Sharkie, but I was mainly talkin' about those fantastic knocke—"
Harley gasped, then made a sound that was halfway between a screech and a growl and slapped her palms down over her breasts, squashing her nipples ever so slightly. It still wasn't enough to hide them completely, they peeked out over the top of the hands, the half-circles of her areolas just barely hidden from view. "S-stop talkin' about my knockers, ya pervs!"
"Hey, mate we're just tryin' to suck the awkwardness out of the room, you know? I mean we ain't the ones standing there with our norks—"
"Can it, Boomer! Or I swear to god I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be chewin' on toenails!"
"There is no shame in it, Harley Quinn."Shark reassured her. "I am unfamiliar with what you surface-worlders would consider aesthetically pleasing, but it seems to me that Boomerang is correct in his assessment on the quality of your mammary glands!"
Deadshot pinched the bridge of his nose. "Uh...I think what Jaws and Crocodile Dundee over here are trying to say is that we didn't see nothing, and that even if we did—"
"It'd be a-okay!" Boomerang interjected. "Because you got a proper righteous pair of—"
"STOP TALKIN' ABOUT MY TITTIES!" She screamed, squeezing them protectively The other three promptly shut up, glancing awkwardly between each other. Harley took a deep breath and, in a slightly lower voice asked, "Alright, Speedy Goonzalez thinks it's funny to make me show off my undies, real friggin' funny, real comedian, this guy..." she took a deep, shuddering breath. "Now, where...the shit...are my clothes?" The other three Squadmates gulped as one, and pointed in unison above and behind her. Harley followed the trajectory of their arms and sighed, squirming on the spot, her thighs brushing softly together. She hadn't felt this exposed since before Joker had up and died, this was something he'd done sometimes, made her walk around in her skivvies...or worse, but she was past that. Ancient history, or at least it had been, now she was just grateful the makeup was hiding the pallour of her cheeks, which currently felt like they were quietly smouldering, and in danger of getting warmer. She caught Boomer eyeing her crotch and shifted position, leaving one arm covering her breasts so the other could shield the front of her panties. "Show's over, assholes!" She warned. "I ain't no friggin' go-go dancer, so you look at me you make sure you're makin' eye contact, got it?"
"If it helps, I like your undergarments. They are...funny." Shark smiled innocently, his mouth a canyon of razorblades. Harley closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. "...Thanks."
"You are handling this situation remarkably well, as many people would feel a deep sense of humiliation at being forcibly stripped down to their undergarments in front of a group of virtual strangers." Shark pointed at the cutesy white undies she was still trying to hide. In response, Harley drew her thighs closer together while staring down at the floor; she could feel her cheeks rapidly getting warmer. "Specifically, the fact of your undergarments being fairly revealing and illustrative of intimate parts of your anatomy, but also of the cartoonish design, which is cute and playful, but in a way that makes it more difficult to take you seriously as a threat!"
Harley swallowed thickly, trying not to focus on what Shark was saying. "Sharkie..." she whispered. "I'm really, really gonna need ya...to shut up now."
"I understand, Harley Quinn. This must be a very embarrassing situation for
you."
Harley's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Sharkie!"
"Yes. Right. Shutting up now." Shark made a zip motion across his mouth.
"Task **** X," Waller's voice crackled to life in the team's ears. "How goes the Flash Hunt?"
Again, they all glanced between each other, then all eyes settled back on Harley, naked except for her panties. "Uh...we...are...working on it?" Deadshot offered.
"You don't sound so sure, Lawton." Waller's voice was like a whipcrack, impossibly sharp and quick.
"We had a...run-in with him," Shark had his finger pressed up against his earpiece and was grinning stupidly at his own pun even before he'd finished saying it.
"Shut up, Shark."
"Yes, Waller. Shutting up now." Shark sighed, shaking his head.
"It's going well, you know us, we're real workhorses Waller. I reckon he's running scared from us!"
"From you?" Waller snorted. "Not likely. Just keep your eyes peeled, you know what Flash is capable of. Last thing we need is him taking your ordnance from you, or worse."
"Ha, ha, yes! Such as stealing our clothes and letting everyone see what we are wearing under them!"
"Shark!" Deadshot whispered.
"Especially because we are a team of males, so if the sole female among us were to be reduced to her undergarments, it would be most humiliating! Nudity in the presence of the opposite sex is considered deeply shameful in most human societies, I have read this! In books!" Shark gave them all a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with himself. Harley snuck a glance down at herself, the sunlight was making her panties glow bright white and red, and turning them slightly translucent, the thin line of her slit starting to show through the breathable cotton. She tried to close off the fork between her legs even further without showing any of her 'titties'. "Shark," Waller said, a little softer than usual. "Why do I get the impression you're hiding something from me?"
Shark's pupils dilated, he started stammering, clearly trying to suppress the urge to spill the beans. "N-nothing. Nothing, Waller!"
"Shark...you know how this goes," Waller continued. "You get one shot to come clean with me, after that...I start revoking...privileges."
"No! Not that! Waller! Waller!"
"Nanaue!" Waller yelled. "Talk! Now!"
"Shark," Deadshot warned, repeatedly drawing his finger across his throat
"Shark!" Boomerang warned.
"Sh-sharkie!" Harley gulped.
"THE FLASH HAS STOLEN HARLEY QUINN'S CLOTHES AND NOW WE CAN SEE HER UNDERGARMENTS! SHE IS NO LONGER WEARING A BRA!" Shark blurted out, swiftly covering his mouth with his hands and looking around in horror, then briefly let it go to add: "SHE IS ALMOST NAKED!" before putting them back.
There was a whoosh nearby, and a voice called out. "Almost? That doesn't seem right!"
The Squad turned to see The Flash standing in the middle of the road, hands on his hips, grinning insanely, eyes burning purple. "I meant to take it all! Actually, lemme fix that!"