Somewhere much warmer

Harley flailed and struggled with frustration inside the potato sack, she wanted to get into Gotham, not straight through it! She rolled around like a toddler throwing a tantrum, desperately trying to kick and punch her way out of there, the cloth that had previously helped Harley feel safe and secure now feeling more like another prison. But at last she managed to tear the bag open and she burst out with wild vigour and smacked against the carriage wall, falling back into the other sacks.

Harley breathed slowly and regained her composure and began to really think about her current situation. Surely this was a good thing? I mean, there are so many bozos in Gotham that you have to compete with, not to mention idiot batmen all swarming the place and ending fun. Maybe it would be much better if she just set up shop somewhere else, somewhere where she wasn’t wanted by the police, somewhere that might even be free from hero influence. She could have so much fun on her own. Yeah, screw those guys, they could have Gotham, the rest of the world was hers.

Later, the train began to slow down and Harley threw the carriage door and burst out in a gleeful sprint, like a giddy child who had wandered into the toys aisle at the Christmas store, much to the shock of everyone in the train station. She took no notice as she dashed out of the station, having now forgotten her state of undress and allowing her boobs and bottom to jiggle wildly. She soon found herself standing outside and taking in the warm, summer air and absorbing the hot sunlight. Huh, she had forgotten that summer had even existed, she’d spent too long in the muggy, grey, dreary and wet summers of Gotham, now she definitely was not going back.

She looked across her new playing field. It appeared to be a quaint little town, that sat next to a pleasant lake. Perfect, thought Harley, these suburban bozos wouldn’t know what hit them. A car honk snapped Harley out of her day dreams and she saw a group of men in a passing car leering and jeering at her. She looked down and remembered that she was still naked and tried to cover her crotch. Right, of course, no one would take her seriously if they could see her cooch. Clothes first, then her reign of terror could begin.