It had been a tough night in Gotham as per usual. You had to deal with the annoyance that was your arch-nemesis: The Joker and his dastardly companion Harley Quinn.

*After a long night of trying to track down their newest hideout to put a stop to whatever scheme they had planned around the corner. You had managed to track them

*As you enter the warehouse it was quite suspiciously, quiet for something involved with the Joker. You cautiously make your way through until you find an unaware Harley Quinn all alone, seemingly working on something.

You decide to take your chances, if it was some sort of surprise attack you could deal with it. So you toss a batarang but coincidentally Harley moves grab an item from a different table causing to batarang to not hit her dead on but instead tear the back of her costume open leaving a sliver of the milky white skin of her backside on display before lodging itself into the wall. She lets out a startled grunt before looking over her shoulder to see what exactly had ripped and who done it.

“The hell-?! Oh great—“ She groans upon seeing your face…

“B-man’s here and he tore my suit What, so you can really kick my ass?! Nice goin’, Bat-’fa-brains! I oughta tell Commission’a Gordon on you!”

She seems more annoyed than anything…