The Clown Princess' Panties Are Stolen

Harley turned and started running without a second thought. Unsurprisingly, Flash was faster. Her panties were gone in an instant, and she stood naked in the middle of the road, mouth agape. When she'd gone to run she'd turned her back on the rest of the Squad, so now she was displaying her bare, creamy cakes to them. Harley looked over her shoulder, eyes wide, her face framed perfectly as she stared in horror at the three of them.
Boomerang was over the moon about this turn of events. In spite of the whole 'psychotic lady clown' thing, Harley was a grade A piece. Nice face and, as it turned out, a rocking body. Granted, they were in the midst of an alien invasion and his best frenemy was probably going to **** them the second they stopped amusing him, but he was a red blooded Aussie, and he had a pair of functioning eyes, and right now they were glued to Harley's juicy little ass and unlikely to wander anywhere else any time soon.
Deadshot wasn't exactly one to go around checking out every bit of T&A he came into contact with, but what the hell else was he meant to do at a time like this? Fuck's sake, he had eyes, didn't he? Besides, who knew Quinn had a dump truck on her? No wonder Joker kept her around all those years. Better still, she was bent forward a bit at the waist, which gave him a god-like view between her legs of Quinn's tickled pink pussy. Goddamn, was all he could think. Goddamn...goddamn...
King Shark had never understood the fuss about human women. Their bones were far too small, and they had a disturbing lack of fins. What he did like was the look on Harley Quinn's face right now, she'd lost her composure completely; for once, the joke was on her. Her cheeks had gone so red they were showing faintly beneath her makeup, the lipstick on her mouth made it look like a big, red 'O', her eyes were so wide Shark wasn't exactly sure how they were still inside her skull. She was humiliated. It warmed some small part of Shark's heart to see a surface-worlder brought low. Served them right for how they treated the ocean, and the good friends of his who lived there. One thing he could say about human women now was that they were prettier when they were naked. Much, much prettier.
Harley, meanwhile was scrambling to cover herself up. She frantically slid her hand down between her legs from the front and brought it up from below to hide the line of tickled pink at the back, then did the same from the opposite direction with her other hand to hide the rear entrance. "Shoot 'im! Stop looking, ya douchebags and shoot 'im!" Harley was trying her damndest to gesture in Flash's direction without the use of her hands, which had the unfortunate side effect of sending her cakes jiggling. Flash was doubled over laughing. "Ah, god...this shit's funnier than anything you or your dead boyfriend ever did!" He looked up at her again. "If you're a...a trained gymnast..." he paused to let out a hearty chuckle. "Why's...why's your ass...so fat?"
Harley's cheeks turned a funny colour and she started trying to hold her bakery still with a couple of her fingers, but it was nowhere near enough. "It's not funny! It's not fuckin' funny! Ya hear me?! It's not!"
"Aw, what's the matter? Missing...these?" Flash presented the stolen panties and held them aloft, the love heart front and centre. "I'm not so sure you need 'em, and even if you did...I'm not sure they'd be enough anyways!"