Round Two

Harley had convinced the third salesgirl to strip with the threat of throwing batarangs at her, and now that she was satisfied with her treatment of them, she turned at last to the task of finding herself some clothes.

"Don't forget to empty the cash register for me!" Harley called over her shoulder. She pulled a pair of red trousers from a rail and held them in front of her, looking in the mirror, "Not bad, what do you girls think?"

Vicki was continuing to record the whole event, while in her head rehearsing how she would present it for the news bulletin. She had snuck into the shop while Harley was fighting Batgirl, and by now had hidden herself in the middle of a rack of coats. She panned between Harley and the salesgirls. They would have to blur them if they were showing them on the early news, couldn't show full-frontal nudity, and even on the later showings they'd have to hide the girls' identities, unless she could trick them into signing a waiver. Vicki move her camera back to Harley's rear view. Ass shots should be okay for showing even in the early evening, they would come across as comical rather than sexy. She was starting to get a cramp in her leg, and tried to move herself to get comfortable again.

RRRIIPP!!

Harley turned round at the sudden noise.

"Now, I know that can't have been any of you." she said to the trio of girls, "You've got nothing on to rip. Likewise it wasn't me. So..."

She walked towards the register, past Vicki's hiding place, not looking at her. Then she suddenly turned, wrenched the coats apart to reveal the reporter.

"Aha!" Harley grabbed Vicki's shoulder and pulled her out, and took a long look at the seat of her tan pants, which had split to reveal a large amount of her bright pink cheeky underwear. "Hiya, you're that reporter, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's me." Vicki said, lowering her camera but trying to keep it pointed at Harley.

"Great, make sure you get my good side!" Harley winked.

"People like you don't have a good side!" a voice called from the doorway. Everyone turned to see Batgirl, looking a bit worse for wear. Fully half the seams in her catsuit seemed to have come open, as had the zipper up the front, revealing a light grey sports bra. Her yellow cape hung from only one shoulder, and she was slightly shorter than before, her boots missing and leaving her in white socks with yellow Pikachus on the toes.

"Word of advice, hun," Harley said, "don't buy cheap crap off the internet for your superhero costume. Invest in something decent that can actually stand a fight." she paused, and gestured to her naked body, "But hey, who am I to talk?"

Harley grabbed the belt, and rummaged in the pouches for more batarangs to throw. Batgirl was expecting it this time and dodged to the side, where she found a stand of three mannequins she pushed down towards Harley. Harley quickly avoided them, but her batarang throws went wide.

Batgirl sprinted towards the villain, Harley angrily tried to punch her, Batgirl ducked and rolled under Harley's arm and came up behind her, where she reached into a pouch on the belt and pulled a tab.

Suddenly the belt began to spray bright orange sparks, which went up in the air and arced back down, landing on Harley's naked buttocks.

"Owie! Owie ow ow!" Harley shouted, "My buns are burning!" she jumped on the spot and then, noticing something outside, ran from the shop. She trailed sparks as she sprinted across the floor and into a small ice cream parlour, where she vaulted the counter and sat down in the icea cream, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Couldn't afford thermite, but I thought it would be useful to have some sort of heat cutter in the belt." Back in the clothes shop, the exertion had been the final straw for Batgirl's costume. More rips than material, the flimsy garment fell off with a shrug, leaving Barbara in her grey underwear, although fortunately with the mask still on. She left the shop, crossed into the ice cream parlour and reached into the belt Harley was still wearing, this time pulling out a length of cord which she wrapped around her.

*

Back at Belle Reve prison, Harley had to endure a lot of mockery, as her burned behind was tended. Batgirl's heat cutter was as cheap as her costume, causing discomfort but no real harm, and the sight of the nurse coming twice a day to rub lotion on Harley's buttocks was so popular with the guards that they started a lottery to see who would get to be on duty at her cell each time.

Vicki's footage was played on every newscast for a week, she wasn't able to get the salesgirls to consent to be shown but no one bothered to ask Harley, and without knowing Batgirl's identity they just assumed she was fine with being shown.

Batgirl threw the tattered remains of her costume in a dumpster near her home, she managed to sneak back to her garden and swipe an outfit off the washing line to dress herself in before she saw her family, so she didn't have to explain what she was doing outside in her underwear. The first thing she did when she got back to her room was boot up her computer and start looking for a new costume.