Summer in Gotham

Arkham has air conditioning.

It's also got spooky architecture, abusive guards, the city's grandest psychos, and some absolutely piss pour food... But it has AIR CONDITIONING!

That's the line of thinking that kept cycling through Harley Quinn's zany head as she let out a tortured groan. She'd been on the run for weeks now! Hiding from the GCPD, and more impressively, Batman and his cronies! And damn, if she wasn't just a little proud of that fact.

It was beginning to seem like the end of the line though.

A heatwave was cooking Gotham alive. Not even the craziest loons were committing crimes in this weather! Harley was holed up in an old shipping factory. Run down, discreet, lacking a lot of the zany fun house charm that usually gave her away.

But it had. No. Air conditioning.

"This is it! This is how I go. Cooked like the world's cutest little lobster..." Harley whined dramatically, hand wiping the sweat and damp blonde hair from her forehead.

Footsteps came rushing toward the door to the office that had served as her room for the last week. Surely, some kind of flaming specter of doom, come to whisk her away... Or, it was one of Harley's goons.

"Boss! You gotta-- Uhh..." The thug immediately froze and looked away. For two distinct reasons.

One: Harley was completely naked. She had been for days, long since having abandoned her only pair of sweaty clothes. She lay sprawled out on a couch, with one little fan at her side, and another pointed between her wide open legs.

And another decent reason to freeze up: Rather than covering herself, Harley was pointing a gun at him.

"I THOUGHT I told you idiots, don't disturb me unless Batman or Mister Freeze is knockin' at our door!"

"No, right, I just--"

"What? Thought you'd gawk at a pretty lady as she cooks?!" The sound of her gun cocking, thankfully, got the thug to find his words.

"There's an ice cream truck outside! Just thought you'd wanna know!" He yelled out.

The change in attitude was instant. Harley looked at him with wide eyes-- Then grinned like a kid on Christmas morning! She hopped to her feet. "Ya should've said so sooner! Oh, you're a doll! Real lifesaver. I'll grab you a Choco-Pop!"

"Uh, Harley, you might wanna--"

Too late. Harley was sprinting out of their hideout and toward her ice cold treat! With her slender, pale body jiggling openly, and... Not so much as a single dollar to offer.