A shadowy figure dropped down to the floor, forming an inky black puddle of cape. Slowly a figure emerged from the abyss, as long red hair poured from behind its pointy ears. The cape flared outwards, revealing a decidedly feminine figure beneath, as a readied yellow glove held two batarangs in attention. It was Batgirl—one of the Caped Crusader’s protégés—who had thrown those blasted batarangs!
“Oh, it’s you...I thought it was the real one.” Joker’s tone flattened noticeably into a keen disinterest, as his face fell to a disinterested scowl, “What’s a guy gotta do around here to get taken seriously anymore?”
“Party’s over, Joker!” Batgirl announced heroically, presumably ignoring his belittling comment, “It’s not like you really dressed for the occasion anyway… seriously, that sash just isn’t enough.”
“Shows what you know.” Joker smirked psychotically, “Take ‘er down, boys!”
At his command, the Joker’s goons fell into action. They immediately took aim at their pointy-eared target and let loose a couple of shots, only for a cloud of smoke to blind their sights of Batgirl. She emerged not long after, lunging at a pair of goons fist-first and knocking their heads together. Thanks to her training, Batgirl managed to outmaneuver the Joker’s firing squad and their shaky hands.
Meanwhile the Joker had made his daring escape, kicking over Officer Sennett and making a mad dash for protection amidst the commotion, leaving Harley alone to defend herself. She had been wrestling with the batarang lodged into the chassis of her pie-rifle, trying to unwedge the little thing’s wing from the gears before the friction caused it to overheat. After a few minutes of struggling she managed to pop it out, and the machine slowly came to life again. Stepping over Officer Sennett with one of her long white legs, Harley happily announced her arrival into the ensuing battle.
“Way to crash our party, Brat-girl!” Harley huffed as she plopped her launcher over her shoulder, lining her sights with the ever-moving blur that was Batgirl, “Hey hold still, ya little shiksa!”
Harley pulled the trigger, sending a pie towards her henchmen and target at high velocities. Batgirl rolled out of the way, leaving the banana crème to splatter all over the floor.
“Hey, you’re the party crashers here!” she quipped, dodging another pie, “I’m just the girl who’s trying to get the mental image of your boyfriend’s junk out of my head.”
The hateful harlequin fumed, stomping her foot as the she-bat’s quip got to her.
“Hey, you don’t get to think about Mistah Jay’s junk unless I say so! And I don’t! So knock it off—“ Harley whipped around and grabbed three more pies out of the refrigerating backpack, loading them into her rifle, “—or I’ll make you!”
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