Batman was flying over scene of the explosion. It was a crashed car. A red and black convertible. That meant it was Harley… Doctor Harleen F.
Quinzel alias Harley Quinn. The Joker’s
of and on girlfriend slash accomplice and Poison Ivy’s off and on girlfriend slash
accomplice. Batman landed next to the
wreckage and spotted the figure rush down the alley way across the street. Blonde hair with pig tails and a red and
black corset top. That was Harley. An
odd thought crossed his mind, he kind of wished she went back to wearing a full
body suit, like her old Harlequin one-piece.
Batman launched a line and leapt over the street and landed running into
the ally after Harley.
“Come Out Quinn,” Batman called, “I know you are back
here. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s a laugh,” Harley’s Marilyn Monroe voice echoed
off the brick walls of the alley, “You are just like Mister Jay, always up to
pound on pour little Harley.”
“IS that what this about?” Batman asked, “Did Joker hurt
you again? Harley I don’t take pleasure
in having to use force against you. But
I have to protect the innocent people you lash out against when you are
hurt. Hurting them makes them victims
too.”
“That’s a laugh!”
“If you need help I will take you to a hospital,” Batman
brought his voice down to a couching friendly tone.
“So they can arrest me?” Harley shrieked.
“So you can get help,” Batman said, “I know a clinic
where they won’t call the police.”
He was almost to the end of the brownstone to the right
and the store to the left kept going for another fifteen feet. That meant…
“Yeah, RIGHT!”
Harley charged at him like a zombie in one of those
horror movies Tim loved to watch.
Clearly her left leg was injured and she limped as she lurched forward
to grab a hold of Batman. Batman spun
and put his cape over her, restraining her body and pushing her up against the
wall she had been charging.
“I don’t want to hurt you Harley,” Batman said, “Please
just let me help.”
Harley didn’t do anything. She was frozen in place facing the wall…
“What the?” Batman pulled the cape off of her.
Harley was covered in a pulsing black shadow radiating
out from her face. Batman grabbed her
and lowered her locked up form backwards to the ground and started trying to
check her. As he did he noticed she was
changing… the cut on her lip healed, the black eye cleared up, stab wound on
her leg closed up. Some of the stress
lines she had hidden under her makeup cleared away. Then her outfit started to change too. The corset and leather pants grew across her midriff
and merged together as the top of the corset reached up her head and down her
arms. Her head was enclosed in a
cowl. Then the shapes changed. Harley’s boots started stretching up her legs
until they reached up her thigh almost up to her crotch. The leather belt around her waist grew into a
sort of utility belt, but sleek like the one Batgirl used. The Corset’s lines became closer to that of
the body armor breast plate on a Batgirl suit, although these were shaped to
match Harley’s 36DDs. At first the mask
of the took a Hyena like shape with large ears and narrow fake snout at the
nose. But the nose narrowed to much and
was almost fox like… Flying fox.
Something was turning Harley into a Fruit Bat girl… That made Bruce
groan. Harley kept the twin pig tails
off the side of her head but they were hiding behind the large ears on the side
of her mask. Batman focused and checked
around. Poison Ivy was sure to noticed
the car wreck too and would be looking for Harley. He snuck a quick look down and to his surprise,
Harley and her outfit were losing their color and taking an albino look to
them. Batman looked around again
scanning for any sign that Ivy was near.
When he went to look back down.
“Pucker up love,” the Marylyn Monroe voice snapped before
the lips planted on his.
Batman was caught in the French kiss with the ghostly
white fruit bat girl. Finally, they
broke the kiss. Oddly it had years of
passionate love behind it. Harley let
out a playful giggle and did some gymnastics moves that got her in the air and
back down on her feet. Batman noticed
the winglets running down her torso connected to the insides of her arms. White gloves with molded body armor ran
almost all the way up to her shoulder.
The Blonde let out a few playful giggles.
“I crashed into the wall again didn’t I,” She stated
rather than asked, “Ok. Lets see, the
President is a jerk just like all the ones before him. This morning I had bacon and Bat-man-gravy
for breakfast, we have tickets to the opera on Thursday. Joker, Riddler, and Two Face are on the loose
and Penguin is in lock up at the moment for trying to pimp the ladies at this
club out. You are Batman the Dark
Knight. I am White Night, the fruit bat
your very special and I mean sexy special Sidechick. Sound good with you?”
Batman nodded at the run down not sure how to continue.
“Better check the circuit,” Harley said, “Let’s see if
the cloak still works. You know I know
you know how to make rocket boots. I
wouldn’t keep crashing if I could get a thrust boast on those extra-long glides
love. Your wings are a lot longer when
you charge your cape.”
Harley hit a button on her belt and she seemly shimmered
and disappeared. There were sounds of
her moving around the alley before she came back into view a few paces away
from Batman.
“So want my report on the Joker here?” Harley purred, “Or
naked in the Belltower?”