As she saw more of the infamous girl's body, it became obvious that Harley Quinn wasn’t exactly in prime physical shape these days. Barb had caught Harley bending over, fiddling with the shipping boxes. Her butt looked pretty broad in her old red and black outfit, stretching the spandex so that a clear chiseled outline of her panties was on display. As Harley stood and turned, it was evident that there was a distinct softness around her middle. The squared pattern on her costume was distorted, with the lines between red and black dipping into curves. Even her face looked a little plumper.
Batgirl watched as Harley leaned onto the boxes and wiped the sweat from her brow, reaching into one and pulling out something that looked awfully prepackaged for a business that promised “Fresh, Hot, Now!” as their slogan. Harley munched happily on her donut before a batarang clanged against the brick—clipping the edge of her snack and causing a good bit of apple-filling to ooze out.
“Hey!” Harley shouted indignantly, whipping around with a lethal pop gun in her other hand “Some of us are tryin’ to take a Lunch here!”
Batgirl dove instinctively to her right, covering corner behind a few boxes that Harley hadn’t gone through yet. Harley let out a few surprisingly loud shots before scanning the area with her big blue peepers. She may have actually seen Barbara’s hand peeking out from behind her barricade if it weren’t for the filling oozing further down her hand, causing her to panic and start slurping it up.
“Ooh… that’s the stuff.” Harley sighed orgasmically before taking another chomp out of her donut, “Listen Bat-Brain, just leave me alone! A girl’s gotta eat, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my belly full! I’m a tragic villain, or whatever, just get outta here!”
Batgirl peeked over the boxes as Harley went back to her work. She was taking boxes and loading them up onto a dolly. Larceny. Petty larceny. That was new. No gimmick, no jokes, no Joker... what was going on here?
“Sorry Harley, but in all good conscience, I can’t let you eat all that.” Batgirl toppled her cover dramatically, “It’ll go right to your hips.”
Bruce had never really approved of Dick and Barbara’s showier tendencies in the field. The Bat-Family was supposed to be quiet, smooth and efficient. Not to say that they weren’t those things, but Dick’s flare for theatrics could upset the deathly silence that a Bat was supposed uphold. But Barbara had learned, in her time partnering with Nightwing, that sometimes talking helped. It made them mad. Made them sloppy. And sometimes it even got them to divulge some information that, otherwise, might have gone unsaid.
“B’grl!” Harley swallowed, her red and black brow furrowing as her face twisted angrily, “What are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough to me already?!”
Harley let loose a few shots, Batgirl ducked and rolled out of the way. She rose and instinctively threw a batarang at Harley’s lethal prop, knocking it out of her hand.
“What are you doing here squeezed into that old outfit?” Barbara quipped as she leapt atop the hill of shipping crates, “It’s so nineties… and not in a good way, either.”
Harley made a break for it, eagerly snatching up what meager morsels she could manage to hold and starting through the maze of crates and boxes. She was slow. Clumsy. Obviously Harley had been neglecting her training regimen for the last month or so—was she this slow the last time they fought? Was she this fat the last time they fought?
Batgirl dove on top of the husky harlequin and brought her down with a nasal scream. Harley wasn’t finished, and there was still plenty of leg power beneath that pot belly. Barbara did her best to hold Harley down by the wrists.
“Why have you been robbing bakeries and pastry shops?!” Batgirl did her best to sound like Batman in situations like this, most would attest to its success, “What’s the Joker planning?!”
“Nerts to you Brat-girl! I’m not just a pretty face!” Harley snarled as she worked her legs under Batgirl’s torso, “I’m capable of running my own show!”
With that Harley kicked the lighter redhead off of her, sending her soaring into the boxes and crates that cluttered the basement, while she scrambled towards the stairwell that led back to the main part of the store. Batgirl eventually recovered from being tossed aside into some very heavy boxes and went after her. Harley was a lot slower than she used to be, but then again she had a head start…
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