This story takes place within the DCU and contains the characters of Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) and Harley Quinn.
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Strutting between her guards Harley Quinn beamed as she was led along a row of crowded cells. Turning down a familiar hallway the pale blonde couldn't resist wiggling her ass, enjoying the hoots and hollers of the other Belle Reve inmates as she sauntered by.
Captured hours earlier by Batman himself, Harley had not been forced to wear an orange jumpsuit: 'Daddy's Little Monster' still dressed in her figure hugging t-shirt and short shorts, the skimpy red and blue ensemble emphasising the best qualities of her pale body; this was one of the benefits of being one of the Director's favourites. Walking ahead of her Amanda Waller ignored the insane blonde's childish antics; the master manipulator had a greater game in mind.
Cuffs clinking as she walked Harley was delighted when she was led into the enhanced wing of the prison, surrounded by reinforced steel and electrified bars designed to stop even the infamous Killer Croc.Stopping beside a heavy steel door, Amanda finally turned to address the colourful blonde, eying her coldly:
"Now remember; I will be watching everything on a close-circuit camera. If you want to walk out of here you will do as we discussed; no more, no less."
"Huh?"
Barely listening Harley blew a pink bubble between her lips, round blue eyes unfocused and far away. Reaching an impressive size, the sticky gum popped millimetres from the Director's weary face. Amanda sighed:
"Just show her your magic trick."
Grinning Harley winked back at the Warden:
"Gotcha."
Shoved unceremoniously into the interrogation room the heavy door slammed shut behind Harley. Expecting the good cop bad cop routine the blonde's smile grew even wider as she met Waller's guest of honour; coming face to face with the statuesque beauty known as Wonder Woman:
"You wanted me; so here I am."
Holding the blonde's signature baseball bat Diana Prince lit up the dark room. Resplendent in her own red and blue costume, the exquisite Amazonian eyed the inmate sceptically. Giggling Harley clapped her hands; unintimidated by the Superhero's presence, or even the golden lasso on the brunette's hip:
"You gonna slap me around sugar?"
Diana shook her head; even if this bimbo responded to the traditional methods of torture they were not the Amazonian way:
"No; You would enjoy it too much."
Dropping Harley's weapon onto the central table Diana rounded on the low-life criminal. Gripping her arm she twisted the blonde up against the wall, carrying out a thorough search as Harley giggled maniacally:
"Why so handsy Doll? You think I wanna escape or do ya enjoy the rough stuff??"
"This cell was built to hold Superman," Diana responded curtly, ignoring the blonde's assertion as she sliding her hands up and down the criminal's back and sides, the athletic beauty responding in her thick accent:
"I couldn't escape."
Enjoying the brunette's intimate contact Harley made sure to arch into Diana's touch as strong hands slipped around her front. Watching their strange embrace reflected in the room's long horizontal mirror, Harley ground playfully against the Themysciran:
"Nice and cosy..."
Diana checked every inch of the duplicitous blonde for a hidden weapon, though the blonde's outfit was so tight and revealing she was sure nothing was hidden... Fingers slipping over her studded belt, Diana had no qualms about grasping Harley's pert chest, squeezing rounded flesh through the torn white t-shirt as she searched. Running her eyes over the criminal's grungy tattoos the brunette sighed as Harley giggled; this woman was her literal opposite.
Dropping the blonde into a seat Diana gracefully took her place opposite. Glancing up Diana saw a security camera blink away, providing a live feed to an anonymous audience:
"Why summon me here?"
"Well I'm guessing' that was the Devil's doin'. But I've always wanted ta meet'cha!" Harley chirped back, blowing another pink bubble before chewing incessantly: "We're both super ladies after all. And we have so much in common!!"
Diana shook her head in disgust as she considered this new information:
"We are nothing alike Quinzel: I am a symbol for America, that of truth and justice-"
Harley rolled her eyes at the immortal woman's oblique condescension:
"-And I'm a symbol of America too! Except you know... all the crime and depravity! Same difference. We even dress similar."
Diana scowled:
"Don't be a child; you dress like a clown harlot, not a warrior!"
Harley snorted derisively; appraising the Themysciran's revealing feminine armour, the gaudy red and blue colouring matching her own slutty garb:
"Oh please Doll! That top is so low cut I'm surprised your boobs don't pop out! And If your skirt were hitched any higher I could see your breakfast!"
"We are not the same."
"Well sure there are differences; I use a bat, you use a whip. Kinky choice, by the way."
"The Lasso of Hestia?"
"Whatever you say Doll face."
Diana grimaced, caught off guard by the girl's unwanted comparison. Was this why Waller had put them together? To shame her?? Diana knew to be wary; Harley Quinzel was a former Psychologist who used her skills to worm into people's minds, to expose their vulnerability. Even an immortal being was not immune to her charms:
"Enough! What are you not telling me?"
The blonde smirked. Wriggling her eyebrows suggestively Harley flirted with the perfect creature, her adorable Brooklyn accent rising a full octave:
"You really wanna know??"
Diana nodded; this blonde was wrapped up in more criminality then the biggest mob bosses in Gotham; Harley's experiences meant she knew more of humankind's darkness than the brunette herself. If she could just get her to talk Diana could learn so much.
Raising her hands Harley's cuffs clinked as she beckoned for the Goddess to lean forward, motioning with a single finger as she teased the Warrior Princess. Leaning over the metal table Diana expected Harley to whisper in her ear; Instead the blonde licked her cheek.
Taken by surprise Diana shuddered as Harley tasted her face, pink tongue gliding over the brunette's perfect olive skin. Having easily slipped free from her cuffs, Harley grabbed and held onto the brunette for several long seconds. Pushing her away the psychotic criminal giggled manically; red lipstick smeared on Diana's face:
"Harley!"