The real Harley Quinn?

Kara walks up to the bar with the other two costumed women. She can't help but notice how exact Harley Quinn's costume is to the one Harley often wears. Harley looks at her and smiles. "You like my costume?" she asks Kara, who can't seem to take her eyes off of her.

"You look stunning!" Kara compliments her. "If I wouldn't know better, I'd swear you're Harley Quinn, live and in person. Where did you get the Daddy's Little Monster top? I've always loved that top!"

"Well, actually, I made it myself" Harley smiles with pride. "I make all of my own cosplay costumes. But look at you!" she grins at Kara. "You have Supergirl down to a tee! It looks like you've done your homework too!"

Kara blushes and giggles. "Oh this? It's just something I had laying around."

"Well it looks authentic" Harley compliments her. "Say, why don't we get some drinks, and go find a seat? I'd love to hear more about you. You intrigue me."

Kara blushes, knowing full well what this might mean. "To be honest, I was thinking the same thing about you. I don't know why, but I find myself quite taken by you. There's just something about you that draws me to you, if I may say so."

"My dear Supergirl, you may say so all you want!" Harley takes a chance to test the waters, and pulls Supergirl into her arms. She closes her eyes, and kisses Kara full on the lips. To say sparks fly would be an understatement. This is more like a full blown nuclear explosion between the two women with neither of them knowing who the other one really is. To each other, they are just two cosplayers, looking to have a whole lot of fun. And having fun is what they both have in mind.

Harley's hands stray down Kara's back, and cup the bottoms of her ass cheeks, caressing and kneading the soft, supple flesh under her skirt. Kara's hands also wander down to Harley's ass. She can feel Harley's bare ass flesh since she is wearing a thong under her ruffled skirt.

Both women start to mewl and gasp as their kiss deepens. To them, there is no one else around, and time has decided to stand still, just for them. But even scuba divers have to come up for air, and the two women are brought back to Earth by the bar tender. "Ladies, that has to be the best kiss I've ever seen in a long time. What are you drinking? It's on the house!" He says with a wide grin.

Harley giggles, and whispers into Kara's ear. "I think we made his night!" She then turns to the bar tender. "Two tall Jack and Cokes please. Easy on the ice."

"Coming right up ladies!" He smiles, and turns to make their drinks.

"You don't mind that I ordered for both of us, do you?" asks Harley, looking deep into Kara's eyes.

Kara's eyes are full of love and desire. "No. I don't mind at all" she answers as she takes Harley's chin in her hand, and lifts it up to plant another small kiss on her lips.

"Mmmm!" Such delicious lips!" Harley exclaims. "And you're the submissive type. I think I'm in love with you already."

Kara decides she wants to spend the night with this woman. The only way she can do that is to forsake her powers. She pulls a lead lined pouch from her belt, and puts on her bracelet. She presses a button, and instantly feels as weak as a normal human being. This night she wants to be whatever Harley wants her to be. She will submit to her, and cherish every minute of it. "Take me" says Kara as she melts into Harley's arms. "I'm yours."