Dinah Lance shook her head groggily. She grimaced with the pain. It felt like an elephant had marched over it. She shook her head again, more cautiously. Possibly the elephant had stopped to do a small dance on her forehead. It wasn't like the rest of her
didn't hurt too - her ankles ached horribly.
As she blinked to clear her eyes a grinning white face erupted into view. An upside-down face.
Purely by instinct Dinah Lance - the Black Canary - tensed and moved to leap backwards into a fighting stance. The mad harlequinn's face moved away an inch or two and then swung back even closer. Dinah's dulled senses finally caught up with the situation.
She was hanging by her ankles, her face level with that of the villainess.
"Awww, don't be a scaredy-birdie," Harley told her as she stroked the bound heroine's face, "I ain't gonna do anythin' bad to ya. I want us all to be friends!"
Harley executed a perfect backflip and came to a rest in a pose midway between offering a hug and, hands outstretched, presenting something to Dinah. The effect was ruined by the enormous wooden mallet in Harley's hand, until she noticed it with a comic
take and tossed it aside.
Black Canary twisted a little and swore under her breath as she recognised Huntress hanging unconscious to her left. Huntress's mask was still on. There was someone to her right too, but the lights in the warehouse were too low and she couldn't make out
who it was. Certainly a woman though.
"See, my bestie, Red, has a new lipstick. It works on everybody now! Even the super-hunks and gals with Krypton allergies. And 'cause we're besties she gave me a whole load to try."
Harley Quinn puckered her lips and Dinah saw how they glistened with a perfect scarlet sheen. Harley's voice dropped a little, making an aside for effect.
"But Red has plans of her own so she asked me to make a distraction. 'Harl', she said," and her voice back to full volume, Harley's impersonation of Poison Ivy's voice was uncannily good, "'Harl, you need to steal something spectacular or lots of spectaculars.
Until every do-gooder and cape is so busy with you...'"
"You'll never get away with this," Black Canary told her fiercely.
Harley's eyes flashed briefly with insane anger at the interruption, and then she giggled.
"Hey, no interruptin'! It'll be much easier for you to stop my nefafar-- nefarimous-- nefeferous-- wicked plan if you know what it is."
Black Canary bit back an angry retort. The crazy clown was right, and Dinah realised she wasn't exactly in the ideal position to defend herself from an angry villainess. She needed to play for time. Even as Black Canary fought down her anger, Harley slipped
into a new pose, looking thoughtful with her chin on a white gloved fist.
"But what to steal and from whom?" Harley enunciated the 'whom' with great pride, as if expecting congratulations for her education. "What to steal? Whom to steal from? Whom to steal and what from? And that's when the idea came to me!"
Harley jumped to enthusiastic attention. Dinah was shocked to see that an enormous glowing light-bulb was floating over Harley Quinn's head. Was she hallucinating? The Black Canary was far more shocked, however, when the apparition's source appeared. A familiar
woman strutted into the circle of light surrounding Harley Quinn.
"I'm goin' to steal all you superheroines from bein' BORING! My greatest heist ever - every heroine on Earth."
Hips swaying like a stripper about to start her act, Zatanna strutted up to Harley Quinn and draped herself over the villainess. Zatanna's costume was different. One leg of her trademark black fishnets was now bright red, just like the opposite black boot
was now red. The rest of her costume including her top-hat was checkered with large red and black squares. She wore a silver metal collar, though Dinah was too far away to read what was engraved on it. Only a single straining button of her tuxedo shirt was
buttoned, revealing her generous cleavage which was better concealed by a racy red bra with black lacing.
Most disturbing was Zatanna's face which was painted with the same white and black make-up, and ruby red lipstick as Harley Quinn. Her eyes burned with manic energy and lust, the way she moved and dressed screaming sex.
"I stole Zatanna first with one kiss and she was my friend and much more fun. Just like Red!" and Harley Quinn crossed two fingers and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"There were some spells too," giggled the enslaved Zatanna as she undid the button of her shirt. She bounced cheerily on her feet, setting her breasts swaying. "Annataz -- emoceb s'yelrah evol evals dna layol kcikedis" she gushed enthusiastically.
Dinah tensed, unable to follow the backward speech, but sure something terrible was about to happen. Nothing did until Zatanna put a hand to the side of her mouth and stage-whispered to Dinah, "That's 'Zatanna become Harley's love slave and loyal sidekick',
in case you didn't catch it. But don't worry, the spell has no effect on me. At least not after the first fourty-two times I cast it on myself." And she directed a happy wink at the captive superheroine.
Then the two women in the spotlight forgot about their captive, as their lips captured one another and two tongues entwined in a passionate kiss. Harley's hands found the clip of Zatanna's bra and as it fell to the ground Harley's hands were already groping
Zatanna's big breasts. The ensorcelled magician didn't resist, instead her hands slipped behind her to grab Harley's ass and push her gyrating ass into the junction of the villainess's legs.
Black Canary couldn't believe what had happened Zatanna, or what Harley was doing with her. But this was the chance she had been waiting for. While the two were distracted she could test her knots and try to... Harley broke the kiss and looked straight at
"Z, I don't think our new friend is enjoying our show."
"Awww, that's a shame, Harl. Ooooooh". Harley's fingers pinched one of Zatanna's hard nipples before the hand slid down her bare belly. "Because now yreve manow si a naibsel tlus rof yelrah."