Batgirl turned her attention from the barely conscious thug she was pulverizing and towards the psychopathic clown girl holding the dangerously accurate pie gun in her general vicinity. She made a quick roll away from her punching bag and narrowly avoided yet another pie, some of the crème splattering on her cape. Harley launched another one, only for the curvaceous crusader to grapple onto the chandelier and swing-kick the pie out of the way before reeling herself completely onto the fixture above.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Dontcha want any pie?!” Harley wasted her shot as it hit the neck of the chandelier, completely failing to hit Batgirl again
“That depends—what’s in them?” Batgirl covered corner and threw another batarang, hoping to stall the weapon again, “No offense, you and the Joker aren’t exactly the kind of people to leave whatever kind of crazy you two have in common out of whatever it is you do.”
“Why dontcha come down and find out yerself?!” Harley dared as she ripped one of her men’s automatic weapons from him and fired at the chains on the chandelier, causing the fixture to come tumbling down in an explosion of shattered glass—Batgirl safely grappled away.
“What the—“ Harley gawked as she watched the superheroine swing to safety, “No fair! Shoot her! Shoot her now!”
Shots rang out and bullets riddled the walls of Wayne Manor’s ballroom as Batgirl continued to swing around the room, the hostages slowly funneling out through the main doors having been given adequate distraction. It was really more of a battle of endurance at this point—Batgirl could only swing for so long before she lost her momentum, and then all it would take was one stray bullet and BLAMMO! Bat brains all over the good tile!
Suddenly, silence. Batgirl continued to swing away while no more shots fired after her!
“Hey, ya mooks what gives?!” Harley roared as she whipped around, “Mistah Jay’s not payin’ you to—oh.”
Harley turned around, her eyes wide with a sudden fear as she saw that the police officers had managed to reclaim their firearms. She had pulled all of her men onto fighting Batgirl, leaving none to make sure the cops weren’t making a break for their guns!
“Party’s over, Harley.” The Commissioner said flatly as he held he held her at gunpoint, his arms outstretched and the barrel of his pistol pointed right at her, “You’re going back to Arkham Asylum.”
Nervous, Harley looked around for anything she could use to help aid her in this situation. She hadn’t planned on her Puddin’ bailing on her, so she hadn’t brought her giant hammer. The only thing she had with her was pies! Slowly, Harley reached down and grabbed the last of her banana crème arsenal—
“Harleen, I will shoot!”
—and made a mad dash for the Commissioner, roaring as she ran towards the mustachioed man holding a gun at her. Her black and red pigtails bobbing behind her, the ghostly white woman ran as fast as she could towards him, practically able to see his trigger finger twitching, before suddenly being kicked to the side, sliding across the floor after the impact of two yellow bat boots knocked her right onto her tuchas.
“Sorry Harley, but I’m pretty sure he’s allergic.” Batgirl said with a smile as she sauntered over to the pie and picked it up off of the floor, “What’s the big deal with these things anyway? You seriously did all of this just so you could throw pie in some people’s faces? There are way easier ways of rebelling against authority.”
The cowled redhead walked over to Harley, holding the pie in her hand.
“Let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine, Harley…” she said with a little smirk as she tipped the tin
“No… please, no!” Harley’s eyes grew wide with terror, “Not the pie, anything but tha—“
SPLAT!
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