Encore

"Hey, uh... Red? Bat-Babe? You still with us?"

A groan slipped out of Barbara's lips. Her head was pounding, her back ached, but Harley's voice hurt more than anything else. Though, considering that she'd just fallen through a table, with nothing more than a thin cape covering her body...

Well, she'd felt worse.

She opened her eyes to see Harley looming over her, her pale tits inches from her face. The butt naked jester was straddling her! Though, Harley's attention was less on Barbara, and more on their surroundings. She glanced down, with those bright blue eyes, and smiled.

"There's my dance partner! Heya, hun! Listen, we've got a little problem--"

"No, you have a problem, because I'm about to kick your pasty butt." Batgirl muttered, struggling to push said pasty butt off of her.

"First of all-- Rude. You try gettin' a tan in this city. Feels like it's always nighttime!" Harley huffed at the comment. "And second-- WE have a problem! Namely, the half a dozen guns pointed at our lady parts. So if you could do one of your neat little bat tricks..."

Barbara peeked her head up and finally took notice of the wholly unamused gangsters surrounding them. Some scowled, some grinned, most had guns-- And sure enough, she could feel at least one barrel poking between her thighs.

"I should've stayed home." Barbara sighed.

"Tell me about it, girlfriend. So what's the plan--"

Without warning, Barbara suddenly sat up and planted a big kiss onto Harley's lips! She gripped her shoulders, making it deep and believable. Seems this was the only way to get Harley to shut up. She touched her cute little tit, causing the clown to tense...

As the kiss broke, and they looked into each others eyes, Harley was positively flustered!

"Whoo... Heh. Shoulda known you were playin' hard to get all this time..."

"Shut up..." Barbara whispered, giving Harley's ass a little smack. "Look at the thugs. Subtly. Assuming you can be subtle about anything."

Harley glanced up to find that the thugs had been disarmed! Not literally, but those venemous, angry looks had been replaced with confusion, amusement, lust-- And a couple phone cameras. A little bit of everything, but significantly less guns.

"Ohhh..." Harley giggled goofily, forcing another kiss onto Barbara's lips. "Look at that. I didn't know bein' a lesbian was a superpower!"

Seeming more than happy to continue this little act, Harley began to grind her hips against Barbara's thigh. She wasn't sure how real the moan was-- But her warmth and wetness certainly seemed genuine! Barbara wasn't nearly as "adventurous" with her sexuality, but even she was beginning to feel excited.

She touched Harley, kissed her, let her hands explore her a little... Then slowly, cautiously, she stood with Harley in her grasp.

"Steer us toward the door." Barbara whispered in her ear.

"Aye-aye..." Harley giggled once more, subtly moving her toward the exit under the guise of frantic lovemaking. They bumped against tables and walls as they kissed. Harley had actually pinned her against the bar at one point, tongue exploring her mouth far too eagerly!

Finally, they neared the door, panting and far too stimulated. Beneath that cowl, Barbara looked positively love drunk, as if dazed all over again. Harley smiled down at her.

"Alright, ya uptight cutie, think it's about time for us to get going..."