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As read in this chapter : CH 64 : [link]

As seen from these other earlier chapters

Harley aka Yellow Breasted Robinette is meeting up with Echo and Query and talking about their Medical Union benefit needs when they are meet by four guys in disguises

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"And bruised and broken." Nina grinned excitedly.

"And it's mostly legal!" Deidre finished.

"Think of it as a kind of extreme gym club membership." Harley chimed in. Their enthusiasm was infectious. This really could work, she thought.

Whatever other discussion would have happened was interupted by the sudden appearance of four figures in unseasonably heavy coats, three heavily built, stocky men and a much slighter fourth. All four had big floppy hats pulled low to cover their faces.

"Harl, we've been lookin for you." The one in the lead, the shortest of the four grumbled out.

"Moe? That you? What's up?" Harley tensed slightly. The skinnier guy in the coat wasn't quite the right build for a slouching Joker, but she wouldn't put it past him to try something... weird like this.

Deidre and Nina, seemed to shift slightly too. They were, without quite changing anything suddenly Query and Echo, deadly and experienced henchwenches.

Echo slipped a hand into her purse and pulled it out just enough for Harley to see the butt of a large pistol, but not so much that it was obvious to the four men crowding near their table.

Query kept smiling even as her hand ran down her deliciously distracting bare leg to slip into the top of her boot where a small brace of knives were hidden.

"It was hard on us, Harl." Moe spoke sadly, "We tried not to come to this point, but we gotta do what we gotta do." Curly, whimpered a little from where he towered over the others.

Larry nodded and the fourth man, whom none of the women recognized, but who Harley still suspected might be Joker for that pale line of jaw, hung his head even lower. She was resolved to take him out first. Probably flip the table into his face then a grab for the gas grenades she had in her purse while they were distracted and get Query and Echo out of there. They didn't deserve to be caught in the middle, no matter how much they looked like they wanted to.

All four men suddenly whipped off their coats and hats, in that moment of explosive motion, Echo almost unloaded her hand cannon into the men, until she and the other woman all realized what they were looking at.

Moe stood there with a stoic look on his face. Which was made up with a considerable amount of white makeup. He had on some sort of... black and red leather corset. It was cut extremely low and the impressive cups for the breasts were stuffed to overflowing with socks. He wore tiny, booty shorts, a little red cape-let, and well-heeled thigh-high boots. The flash of leg between the shorts and boots was... less than appealing.

Curly had a miserable woe-begone expression and his mascara, which had been applied inexpertly and too thickly to begin with was running. He also wore a red corset, but had on a white blouse scoop-necked blouse underneath with puffy sleeves. A tiny white skirt and thigh-high boots, one boot was red, the other purple. The skin revealed by the bottom of the skirt seemed to be purpling a little from the tightness of the boots.

Larry actually seemed to be the most at ease, since he was the only one in pants. Except they were extremely tight examples of pantness. He too wore a corset which had been stuffed with newspapers that crinkled when he moved and it was short enough to reveal a great deal of his hairy gut.

The unknown fourth man was dressed... in one of Harley's old Harlequin costumes. He clearly had some sort of falsies padding an overtly obvious bra under the tights and was definitely wearing bunched up boxers rather than a more appropriate thong. The bells jingled as he moved his head and his face had been pale, not because he'd been the Joker, but because he too had been attacked by the same mad makeup artist that had done its damage on the others.

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Description
As read in this chapter : CH 64 : [link]

As seen from these other earlier chapters

Harley aka Yellow Breasted Robinette is meeting up with Echo and Query and talking about their Medical Union benefit needs when they are meet by four guys in disguises

--Excerpt--

"And bruised and broken." Nina grinned excitedly.

"And it's mostly legal!" Deidre finished.

"Think of it as a kind of extreme gym club membership." Harley chimed in. Their enthusiasm was infectious. This really could work, she thought.

Whatever other discussion would have happened was interupted by the sudden appearance of four figures in unseasonably heavy coats, three heavily built, stocky men and a much slighter fourth. All four had big floppy hats pulled low to cover their faces.

"Harl, we've been lookin for you." The one in the lead, the shortest of the four grumbled out.

"Moe? That you? What's up?" Harley tensed slightly. The skinnier guy in the coat wasn't quite the right build for a slouching Joker, but she wouldn't put it past him to try something... weird like this.

Deidre and Nina, seemed to shift slightly too. They were, without quite changing anything suddenly Query and Echo, deadly and experienced henchwenches.

Echo slipped a hand into her purse and pulled it out just enough for Harley to see the butt of a large pistol, but not so much that it was obvious to the four men crowding near their table.

Query kept smiling even as her hand ran down her deliciously distracting bare leg to slip into the top of her boot where a small brace of knives were hidden.

"It was hard on us, Harl." Moe spoke sadly, "We tried not to come to this point, but we gotta do what we gotta do." Curly, whimpered a little from where he towered over the others.

Larry nodded and the fourth man, whom none of the women recognized, but who Harley still suspected might be Joker for that pale line of jaw, hung his head even lower. She was resolved to take him out first. Probably flip the table into his face then a grab for the gas grenades she had in her purse while they were distracted and get Query and Echo out of there. They didn't deserve to be caught in the middle, no matter how much they looked like they wanted to.

All four men suddenly whipped off their coats and hats, in that moment of explosive motion, Echo almost unloaded her hand cannon into the men, until she and the other woman all realized what they were looking at.

Moe stood there with a stoic look on his face. Which was made up with a considerable amount of white makeup. He had on some sort of... black and red leather corset. It was cut extremely low and the impressive cups for the breasts were stuffed to overflowing with socks. He wore tiny, booty shorts, a little red cape-let, and well-heeled thigh-high boots. The flash of leg between the shorts and boots was... less than appealing.

Curly had a miserable woe-begone expression and his mascara, which had been applied inexpertly and too thickly to begin with was running. He also wore a red corset, but had on a white blouse scoop-necked blouse underneath with puffy sleeves. A tiny white skirt and thigh-high boots, one boot was red, the other purple. The skin revealed by the bottom of the skirt seemed to be purpling a little from the tightness of the boots.

Larry actually seemed to be the most at ease, since he was the only one in pants. Except they were extremely tight examples of pantness. He too wore a corset which had been stuffed with newspapers that crinkled when he moved and it was short enough to reveal a great deal of his hairy gut.

The unknown fourth man was dressed... in one of Harley's old Harlequin costumes. He clearly had some sort of falsies padding an overtly obvious bra under the tights and was definitely wearing bunched up boxers rather than a more appropriate thong. The bells jingled as he moved his head and his face had been pale, not because he'd been the Joker, but because he too had been attacked by the same mad makeup artist that had done its damage on the others.

--End Excerpt--

Art © Me
Characters © DC Comics/WB
Words & Commission -