Who?

Harley Quinn

A lithe figure, pale body stuffed into a white crop top and red and blue booty shorts, blonde hair tied in pigtails dyed with red and blue tips, stood in front of Lois, leaning on a baseball bat.

"Hey, you're that reporter lady!" she announced.

"H... Harley Quinn." Lois took another step back, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here on a heist." Harley shrugged.

"A heist?"

"Yeah- a job, a caper, a score. First step was to make sure Blunder Woman wasn't going to stop me."

"I see." Lois realised she had backed up to a pile of rubble.

"Yeah, step two was gonna be to steal a doohickey from this place, but now I suppose it's gotta be to make sure you aren't gonna stop me either."

"Why? I mean, you didn't even have to tell me anything, I wasn't in your way."

"What can I tell you?" Harley grinned and winked, "I'm a girl of contradictions. Say goodnight, Red!"

Harley picked up her bat and swung it around, Lois was unable to dodge in time and she squealed, but realised after a moment that the bat hadn't hit her. Harley had stopped it just an inch from Lois' head.

Lois looked at the bat, shocked, she let out a sigh of shock and relief. Then, confused, she turned back to Harley.

"Made you look!" Harley's hand darted out, grabbed Lois' blouse, and tugged hard. There was a loud rip, and Harley pulled away the white cotton. "Ooh, nice boobs."

Lois realised her pink lacy bra was exposed, and she was still surrounded by cameras. She gasped, crossed her hands over her chest to cover herself.

"Now, you've got to decide if you're going to try and get away," Harley said, throwing the ruined blouse over her shoulder, "and I've got to decide how to stop you."