Summertime Streak

This wasn't fair.

Harley should be inside! Snacking on all the cold treats that a clown can handle. Purposely letting ice cream drip onto her sweaty boobies, just to keep cool.

And instead, she's scrambling down the street, the physical exercise only ADDING to her overheating! And worst of all-- She didn't get any ice cream! It's enough to make a girl cry.

"Honestly, Harley!" Batgirl snapped, annoyance evident as she gave chase. "I don't know why, but I thought you might be above public indecency."

"It ain't indecency! It's survival!" Harley cried as she snaked her way past crowds of civilians-- Many of whom got a good glimpse, or even a touch of the panicking clown as she passed.

"And you ain't exactly professional yourself, Red!"

Batgirl chewed her bottom lip. She wanted to come up with some kind of rebuttal, but she had a point. She'd been on patrol for hours, and wound up stripping off parts of her outfit just to keep cool. She wasn't exactly thrilled about leaving her suit on some rooftop...

But catching Harley was more important! Probably.

Thankfully, she still had her gear. One well placed Batarang to the side of the head, and Barbara could call it a night! She threw her weapon and... Failed to account for just how sweaty her hands were.

"YOW!" Harley whined as the Batarang collided with her butt cheek! She hopped in pain, then grumbled and made a sharp turn down a side alley! Barbara could only groan.

"Okay, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. That wasn't my..."

Barbara's voice trailed off as she rounded the corner to find... Nobody. Her steps grew slow, cautious. This alleyway had a dead end, and Harley wasn't exactly equipped to start scaling walls.

"Come on, Harley. Give it up. You know a prison cell would be more comfortable than this heat. Maybe I'll bring you an ice cream in Arkham!"

It was meant as a peace offering, but it had Harley steaming. She'd HAVE ice cream already, if not for her! Instead, here Harley was, naked with a bruised butt! Not that the former was really Barbara's fault... But regardless--

Batgirl passed by, and Harley saw her chance.

She burst out of a pile of boxes with a squeaky warrior cry! Launching herself, arms outstretched, toward one thing in particular: Batgirl's utility belt! Grab that, and the playing field grew much more even.

Batgirl... Was caught off guard. She could blame the heat all she wanted, but that wouldn't save her from the judgement of just how sloppy this arrest had been. She tried to back away--

But it wasn't far enough! Harley JUST managed to grab her belt! The two of them fell. With her face stinging just as much as her ass, Harley raised her head to make two shocking discoveries:

She'd grabbed a bit more than her utility belt...

And despite online rumors, the Bat-carpet DID happen to match the drapes! Situated right between Barbara's legs, she gave a shaky little laugh...