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By the time the moon shone brightly through dark clouds, the sun had long stopped lighting up the shady streets of Gotham below. That didn’t stop the clown princess from sprawling out, as if she was on a beach, while she leisurely awaited her so-called date atop the rooftop of an abandoned pillow factory. Crossed at the ankles, fishnet-clad legs stretched out on the lounge chair she relaxed. Half blue, half red; the close-fitting shorts she donned hugged her hips firmly. On top, the simple t-shirt she wore mocked the occasion with the bat symbol that was printed on the garment.

Even among the world of crime, she was considered rather unpredictable and deranged. Perhaps not as crazy as her twisted boyfriend, but she hardly acted sensibly. Not everything she did had a justifiable reason. She somehow found it fun to snitch on her fellow criminal colleagues. Once every few months, or sometimes more frequently, Harley offered those so-called vigilantes some news from the underworld, that would lead to them preventing a crime. Lately, it had been Batgirl, to whom she spilled the beans.

For the most part, information didn’t come for free. It had a price. Apart from having some odd requests in return, they were usually personal and not particularly difficult to fulfil. This time too she had a peculiar something in mind, which involved a certain redhead’s hero-buns and her knees.

No matter who, the members of the bat family had a habit of coming out of nowhere. On either side of her charming face, Harley’s iconic pigtails swayed as she turned her head. “Oh, there you are!” Upon noticing the arrival of her occasional partner in crime, a wide grin spread her pink lips. “That time of the month, huh?”

The night scene was a dangerous place to be in Gotham city. Sure, the city had some highlights, but despite that the city ran a mock with poverty, corruption, and crime. On most nights you could expect some petty criminal trying to rob a bank, or some super villain trying to hatch their latest evil scheme. And tonight was no different for the caped crusader. Barbra Gordon got wind of a new drug called Elythiem being sold in the black market. This drug briefly gave the user super human abilities for a day, but afterwards leaves the user dead. Batwoman couldn’t let that fall into the wrongs hands so it lead her towards the roof of an abandoned pillow factory to get info from a certain female clown.

As Barbs approached the factory, a feeling of dread came over her. It’s bad enough that she had to rely on a criminal for help, but given this is Harley of all people, it didn’t fill her with ease. She wasn’t afraid of the clown mind you, just annoyed. Whenever the two are together, Harley acts like she is obsessed with the caped crusader. Constantly flirting with her and make a pass at her.she even made a scrapbook of the two getting ice cream together….despite the fact that Barbra was lactose intolerant.

Anyways, she didn’t really have a choose, those drugs were about to be sold at any moment and she needed to know where. The caped crusader launched her staple grappling hook towards the sky line and was tugged to the roof top. A small blush ran across her cheeks at the mention of it being her time of the month ( which was thankfully covered by the mask) “Frst of all no, and secondly what does that have to do with anything?!” She demanded, before taking a deep breath to calm down “Harley, I know you have information on that Elythiam drug. Just tell me where I need to go, and I’ll be on my way”

It had been roughly a month since the last time she had seen the fiery heroine, hence the phrase. After all, she enjoyed witty remarks, but her jokes weren’t particularly good. And especially those who donned a pointy cowl were not exactly known for their humorous nature anyway, even though Harley hardly found this redheaded heroine as mean as the big bat himself. Despite their numerous quarrels, she was actually quite fond of the young heroine, in her own twisted way, that is. This time too Barbara’s presence didn’t fail to amuse the blonde criminal.

“No flowers? How rude.” While she was after a playful banter with the heroine, Batgirl seemed to be all business. Nothing new, to tell the truth. That was part of her charm, really. Apart from that, being the biggest villain’s girlfriend made her quite a knowledgeable gal when it came to what was cooking in the criminal underworld.

“Ely-what?” Harley asked, although she had a pretty good idea of which drug the heroine was talking about. Given its concerning effects on people, it could put the city in a state of turmoil. And that was why Joker had an interest in the drug as well. He was planning to steal it, and just give it out for free. “Puddin’ has been talking about a thingy that makes you all strong and mean.” Harley recalled. “He calls it the inmate’s last meal.”

Her pink lips gained a smirk. “I know nothing about it.” She got to her feet. “Or do I?” A few steps put her right in front of the masked girl. “Come on ice cream girl…” The clown snapped her fingers. “Since when do I give out freebies?” Trusting the heroine wouldn’t be so quick to demonstrate her rich combat skills, Harley put her hands on either side of the heroine’s waist.

Barbra rolled her eyes yet again as she listened to Harley’s attempts at humor. This isn’t to say that Batgirl didn’t mind the occasional joke now and again, just not when the city is in danger! Now when dealing with Harley, it’s important to have patience. The clown has a tendency to run her mouth off, but eventually she’ll get to her point.

Batgirl nodded as Harley revealed not only the street name for the drug but the buyer was as well. “Joker. It’s always that little freak” she muttered. Barbra was getting real sick of his antics. If it’s not drugging the entire city, it’s making a deal with some evil entity to get at Batman. She had to know where the deal was taking place, time was running out!

Batgirl took another step forwards and looked Harley directly in the eyes. “Harley, listen. The city is in great danger. Million of innocent lives are at stake here and I need to know where your boyfriend is making the deal. Just tell me what it is that you want. Please, we are running out of time”

While Harley listened to what the heroine had to say about the situation, she looked into those pretty eyes through the gaps in that pointy little mask. It was surely a curiosity, just which pretty face filled that mask. Most of Gotham’s criminals would have loved to find out the real identity of this brave heroine. This one, one the other hand, didn’t really care who Batgirl really was when she didn’t hunt down outlaws. Harley wasn’t particularly interested in pulling the charming redhead’s mask off. However, there were some other parts of her costume that she would have loved to pull down.

It couldn’t be said that she had the same level of concern about innocents in common with Batgirl. She wasn’t quite worried about the drug, while the virtuous heroine sounded rather anxious about it. While the heroine once again expressed her worry, Harley’s hands unhurriedly glided down on the girl’s sides. They eventually followed the pleasant contour of Barbra’s hips. That was one aspect of the heroine that she was superior to Batman: the appeal of her hips. It was also the reason Harley wanted to meet with her instead.

Innocent lives being at stake, the city being in danger, it was just the usual hero-talk for Harley. Though, last bit of the heroine’s speech was more interesting, the part which questioned what she wanted this time. “Alright cupcake.” Pulling her hands back, she took a step back. “It starts with an S.” Harley sang. “Continues with P.” One of her arms exaggeratedly swung in front of her. “A, N, K!” The blonde criminal finished the rest. “How about a spanking?!” With a giggle, she expressed what she wanted to do to the brave heroine.

One thing that goes unbeknownst for most people is how much time and effort goes into being a super hero. The amount of training and discipline one has to go through changes a person a lot. Barbra was no different, going from just your in of the mill secretary to a full blown kick ass hero. The amount of time she spent in the gym gave her an attractive body, esspecially towards her lower half. The way her shiny black tights wrapped around her legs and rounded cheeks made nearly every criminal want her. But none of them would be crazy enough to actually go for it. None except….

Batgirl was taken back at the clown’s fowardness as she felt her hands gliding down to her hips. A small red hue could be seen under her mask as she shoved Harley off her “Harley, I don’t have time for games” she spat. Out of frustration, the 24 year old folded her hands across her chest and started at Harley as she listened to her demands Of course she’d choose something crazy Barbs thought to herself.

She didn’t know what’s crazier, the thought of Harley demanding to spank her or that she was actually considering it! In all honesty, if anyone is deserving of a spanking it’s you she thought to herself. “Fine, but if I hear any other super hero or villain talk about this Harley. I will personally see to it that you and your boyfriends lives will be a living hell” she glared

Smiling was her neutral expression, and Harley’s face certainly didn’t lack a grin as the brave heroine considered her offer. She was quite interested to find out the results of Batgirl’s vigorous training, which tended to do wonders for one’s butt. It was a simple request. A funny dilemma. The integrity of her superhero-bottom or the safety of civilians. Sure, one needed to be brave to fight crime, but offering one’s butt to the craziest gal in the city also required some level of bravery.

Narrowing her lips, the clown pulled an invisible zipper across her mouth. It was no secret that Harley was quite a lippy woman, but she intended to keep this occasion secret. “Don’t worry bats. My lips are sealed.” She agreed, although it would have made a funny story to tell others. “I’ve made a similar promise to Ivy.” Even the most poisonous, so to speak, pair of butt cheeks had received a little something from her.

It was not surprising to know that the heroine would do anything to save innocents, but Batgirl’s decision made her a happier clown. Apart from the promise of receiving a spanking though, Harley had yet to elaborate on the firmness of the smacks the brave heroine was supposed to receive. “Come one, cupcake.” Energetically, she took the young woman by the wrist, tugging at her arm as she walked back. She let go of the girl’s hand as Harley sat on the edge of the sun lounger she had on the rooftop. A bit out of place perhaps, but it was a convenient furniture to lie across someone’s lap. Given the inclined backrest though, the “victim” might need to bend her legs a little.

As fishnet-clad legs awaited the heroine, Harley gazed at her partner. “Ahem.”

Batgirl arched her eyebrows at the mention of Ivy, questioning the validity of Harley’s sealed lips. She REALLY didn’t want to go over the clown girls knees, but not like she had much of a say in the matter. Harley made it very clear that the only way to save the city was to surrender her cheeks to the clown girl’s palm. A part of her hand to hand it to the psychiatrist, it was a clever plan to see her bottom. The other part wanted to dangle her over a ledge but she knew better than to do that.

“Let’s just get this over with…” she said with a defeated sigh as she was dragged over by the Harlequin towards the couch. A small blush appeared on her face but was covered by the mask as Harley patted her lap. With a roll of the eyes, Barbra reached behind her and unclipped her cape, revealing her skintight body as she slowly draped herself over her lap. Her training showed as her toned rear peaked out nicely from the suit. The rounded cheeks settled quite nicely over her lap, almost as if it was made to fit there. Barbra closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, preparing herself as much as she could for the spanking ahead.

On either side of her waist, Harley’s hands pressed down on the furniture as she watched her partner prepare. In this case, it simply consisted of undoing her cape, but she intended to make Barbra take off more than just that. “Come on, cupcake.” Humming a cheerful tune, she kept tilting her head from ones side to the other. “You shouldn’t keep a gal waiting.” It was amusing how different these vigilante types looked without their capes. Maybe they just wore it because how much their tight little costumes defined their hips. In Batgirl’s case, she looked anything but flat without her fancy cape.

The fair skin that showed through the mesh fabric of her tights was soon obstructed by something equally tempting to look at, which was, of course, the view of Barbra’s buttocks. When they were alone on the rooftop, it was a real shame that no one else could enjoy the sight of the newest addition to the skyline. “It must be good exercise to carry that belt around.” Harley admitted how fit her partner looked from that particular angle.

A single glance shot at the girl’s backside was enough to comprehend the firmness of the heroine’s hips, but Harley double-checked by putting a hand on the girl’s bottom. Over the form-fitting fabric, her fingers slid rather smoothly. “I’ve always found you to be a… slippery girl.” The clown expressed while subtly rubbing the heroine’s bottom.

“Don’t call me that” Barbra stated, annoyed at Harley’s nickname for her. This was a new experience for the caped crusader. While growing up, her father was so busy with work that never received any discipline at home. Not that she needed any since she rarely got into trouble. Still, it didn’t take a genius to understand that spankings are supposed to hurt. Plus she wasn’t sure how to feel with giving Harley temporary access to her…assests.

What Batgirl had expected was for Harley to just immediately wale on her bottom like they were a pair of bongos. What she wasn’t expecting was a soft hand caressing her plump backside. Despite the amount of humiliation she felt, she also couldn’t deny that it also felt pleasant. “Hmm, I guess so. A lot of these gadgets aren’t too heavy.” She said, before arching her eyes at Harley’s comment. “Slippery, what’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, craning her neck back to look at her