Barbara Gordan was prepared for a long night. While Batman was out trying to stop the Penguin on Gotham's east side, Alfred told her she was to simply watch over the west side. It seemed easy enough, beat up a few random thugs causing a ruckus, glide around, and take in the nice views from the taller buildings.
Typical Gotham vigilante work, but it got boring. The small timers only came out if they were working with the big guys like Two-Face, Joker, or even The Riddler, and those guys were in hiding. At least, she hoped they were.
She slipped her purple and yellow costume over her body, running her fingers through her red hair, pushing it back to make space for the cowl she'd hidden in the closet. She opened the window and climbed up the fire escape. She noticed the rain was surprisingly light tonight as she booted up the police radio scanner attached to her utility belt. Batgirl stood over the rooftop and took a deep breath before diving downwards.
She grabbed the ends of her cape and glided over Gotham. After a few minutes of gliding, falling, and saving herself with her grapple gun, she overheard a loud argument towards the left of her, down a dark alley. The neon lights of the buildings up ahead were reflected in the puddles. Batgirl put her guard up as the shouting stopped. The passage got darker and slimmer the farther she went. She jumped as a loud gunshot rang into the air; the muzzle flash briefly illuminated the alley.
The bright lights of a van blinded her before it zoomed forward; Batgirl leapt to the right, landing in wet garbage, soaking her elbows and knees. The unknown driver turned the corner hard, almost flipping the vehicle over.
"Shoot." Batgirl said to herself. She pulled a flashlight from her utility belt and shone it on the man. Blood soaked his jacket as his now limp hands laid on his chest. He tried to stop the bleeding during his last few seconds of life. Batgirl crouched and closed the man's eyes. She had to find that van. She heard the sirens of a police car nearing her location.
She turned on her detective mode scanner, following the tire marks on foot. They led her farther down the damp streets, and under a bridge, the van was stopped outside a stretch of abandoned homes. Batgirl opened the rear doors of the now abandoned vehicle. The murder weapon was on the floor, but her detective mode didn't pick up any fingerprints.
Batgirl opened the door, turning off her detective mode. While hers was advanced, it couldn't detect a person or their heartbeat like Batman's. She kept her guard up, her eyes trained to adapt to the dark interior of the rundown home. She paid attention to the faint creaking sounds made with every step she took until she heard the sounds in the corner of the room.
"Hey, Bratgirl!" Harley Quinn shouted. "We thought you'd show up!" She was shining a flashlight toward the underside of her face like she was telling a scary story. Her left hand held her mallet.
"Quinn. You were the killer?" Batgirl clenched her fists.
"Well, duh!" Harley's blonde locks fell in front of her face, her hair tied up in pigtails with the left side dyed pink and the right dyed blue. Her outfit was different than the last time Batgirl saw her. She was wearing a short red and black bomber over a matching undershirt. Her shorts, socks, and shoes were the same match. Her pale skin was still her most defining feature.
"What's your game?" Batgirl asked.
"We wanted to get your attention, redhead! You always prowl around that side of Gotham anyway, but even if you weren't there I'd just keep shooting until you heard us!" Quinn laughed.
"What's the point of all this?" Batgirl asked. "And why do you keep saying 'us'?"
"Think fast!" Harley then threw her mallet at Batgirl's head, dropping the flashlight and illuminating the entire room. Barbara dodged the mallet and flung two Batarangs toward Harley. Harley flips past the projectiles and towards her mallet, picking it up, spinning around, and hitting Batgirl in the shoulder.
She winced in pain before landing an open-palm strike on Harley's nose. Harley stepped back, grabbing her nose.
"Ow! That hurt!" Harley said, her words muffled by her hand.
"Give in or I'll hurt you even worse." Batgirl growled.
"That's adorable," Harley giggled, wiping blood from her upper lip. "I'm sorry, Bratgirl, but I can't really take ya seriously in that pretty purple spandex with the tiny cape."
Batgirl sent a perfectly placed kick to Harley's side, knocking her to the floor with a thud.
"Alright I give up!" Harley threw her hands up.
Batgirl reached around her utility belt, looking for the many handcuffs she stored in her pockets. She cursed herself for not memorizing the many separate slots on her belt.
"Ivy, now!" Harley shouted. Batgirl spun around quickly but couldn't see the arrow fired at her from across the room. It struck her shoulder, and whatever Ivy laced it with immediately kicked in. Batgirl's knees went limp as her body hit the floor. The last thing she saw was the red-headed villain Poison Ivy appeared from the shadows holding a crossbow.
Batgirl awoke with a start, instantly trying to fight until she noticed she was tied to a bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied with perfect knots; normally, if these were regular ropes, she'd be out in at least a minute, but they were held together by Ivy's vines. The green vines moved as if they had minds of their own, tightening every time the caped crusader struggled. Her suit was untouched, aside from the hole made by the arrow.
The room was dimly lit by a single light bulb in the middle of the room. Batgirl thought of how to escape, but she was interrupted by Harley and Ivy talking outside of the room.
"She's awake." Ivy said.
"How do you know?"
"The vines. They're working."
"Ok. So now what?"
"Take this."
They stopped talking, sending fear through Batgirl. Some small part of Batgirl knew she was going to die tonight. Harley would chop her up, and Ivy would use her as plant food. She struggled even harder; her wrists were sore as the vines got tighter. Her heart hammered against her chest as the door opened.
Harley Quinn entered the room in a simple black bra and panties. She held a switchblade in her left hand and a small perfume bottle in her right.
"Comfy?" Harley asked as she stepped towards the bed, running her fingers along Batgirl's yellow boots.
"Listen Harley, you don't have to do this." Barbara begged.
"Look Bratgirl," Harley skimmed the blade along Batgirl's thighs and stomach, stopping right below her chest. "This isn't what you think it is so stop whining!"
"You're going to kill me and rape me aren't you?!" Barbara shouted, careful not to move into Harley's blade.
"What!" Harley laughed. "Who do you think we are! That freak Killer Moth might do that to you but we won't. You need to loosen up a little." Harley then sprayed the perfume bottle in the air. Barbara tried to hold her breath, but Harley sprayed more right into her face.
"This better work..." Harley mumbled to herself as she removed her bra, freeing her decent-sized breasts.
Batgirl had extensive training with both Dick and Batman on mind control. This was different. Poison Ivy's pheromone didn't kick in immediately, but she noticed Harley's free breasts hanging and bouncing with every step. She was curious to know if Ivy's toxin was strong or if she really found the woman attractive.
"You finally stopped squirming!" Harley said before placing the knife above the yellow bat symbol of her outfit. "Now we can really have some fun." Harley split the costume with a clean cut and pulled it down, revealing Barbara's perky and freckled tits. Barbara wasn't squirming. She relaxed as Harley ran her cold fingers over her nipples.
"Oooh no bra?" Harley observed. "I mean I get it. It's just a little disappointing."
"W-Why do you s-say that?" Barbara asked. The pheromone had completely kicked in and took control of Barbara's mind.
"I just thought they'd be bigger y'know? Ivy's got knockers and mine aren't too bad don't ya think?" Harley leaned forward, and Barbara couldn't take her eyes off of her pale tits.
"Um hello? Earth to Bratgirl!"
