"There goes the bat, once again after Mr. J," Harley grumbled, hanging upside from the ceiling in an abandoned warehouse tightly wrapped in a nylon rope. She had helped the ungrateful joker escape yet again, only to find herself tied up tightly by Batgirl.
"No good, I just can't get off... Wonder if she is into bondage to be so good with ropes? Well, guess I'll just have to wait for Mr. J to come back and rescue me. Hope he doesn't forget about me... again." But after a day and a couple of nights, it wasn't Mr. J who showed up but Riddler's henchmen. Of course they weren't there to rescue her; their plans demanded precision, and Harley was a nuisance. The buffoon bodysuit girl was immediately released and told to leave in a rather rude way.
Harley was so mad for being forgotten that she kicked the man and somersaulted out the window eager for revenge on Mr. J. He couldn't have been caught, not after she sacrificed for him to escape, and now he should be waiting for her to return like a lapdog... but not this time.
Leaving her like that had made the blonde's girl boil beyond limits, but just as she was about to leave the building, she turned back and saw the Riddler himself arriving. A sudden thought crossed her mind. What if she... Uhm Mr. J would never forgive her, but who cared about that clown right now? It was time to broaden her horizons.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and a curtain of gas invaded the insides of the building. Loud hits were heard together with shouts and moans, followed by silence. Then, a shadowy silhouette approached.
"You really should get better henchmen sweet," Harley's mocking voice echoed in the darkness as she swayed her way towards the Riddler, gun in hand. Dropping the pistol at his feet, she leaned on him. "You would be better with me instead of these goons, don't you think?" She took out a knife and played with it.
"What happens, darling? Bat got your tongue or don't you like clowns? Come on, loosen up a bit." Waving the knife around, she placed it in her neck. "Oh boy, you must have had a very unhappy childhood... but it is not a child what I'm looking for, but a Maaan."
Her knife moved to her own body, slowly stripping off her skintight top. "Is this better?" She asked provocatively while only wearing her skintight pants and mask.<|im_end|>
Another day, another dollar, to use the terms the plebeians were so fond of. The Riddler had only escaped custody relatively recently, but that last setback wasn't enough to make him want to slow down for a single second. Already he'd planned for his comeback, his next challenge that would truly stump the Bat, and all his little batlings to boot. All he needed were some resources to work with.
He'd arrived on the scene soon after most of his new goons, dressed in his usual sharp green jacket, purple shirt, tie and trousers, dark leather shoes moved quietly along the ground, while his gloved right hand clutched tight at his question mark-shaped golden cane. He was expecting another simple task, but ultimately Eddie was going to get something far greater.
What he certainly hadn't expected was the Joker's 'squeeze' (a term he used more ironically than anything else, because damn if that clown didn't realize what a fine piece of crazy candy he had on his arm) to come waltzing his way, having torn through his guys without a hint of issue. He watched her closely, tried not to make his worry obvious once she cut his tie open with only a modest amount of difficulty.
And then, much to his shock, she rather casually cut open the front of her skintight jester getup and unveiled her perky bosom to him.
"You certainly are an odd one, Quinn..." Sharp, hawklike eyes examined the area. No other clowns in the area, no obvious or hidden traps that his keen mind could pick up on. Which begged the question... why was Harley hitting on him? Riddler took a step forward, setting his staff against his car, and gave both of her breasts a firm squeeze. "But... I've never been one to disappoint a lady."
Even if that one was a bit hard to believe. He supposed he could take the time out to have some fun with the crazy broad. If nothing else it was better than trying to spurn her advances, cause lord knew how dangerous she could get then.<|im_end|>