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Harley vs Mercy

"I don't do that stuff no more!" Harley stated defiantly. "And that bitch ain't got nothing on me!"

"This isn't official Suicide Squad business, Harley." Rick said simply. The two were drawing attention. Guy in a military outfit talking to a scantily clad, pale skinned blonde weren't something you saw every day. "This is personal. Amanda's been acting out recently and I'd like my own personal safeguard with her recent obsession with Kryptonians."

"Hah, good luck with!" Harley chortled. "If big blue is too much of a nice guy to handle her, his girlfriend won't be."

"Think for a moment Harley." Flag continued patiently. "If she does do that, you know she won't put herself at risk personally. It'll be me, Deadshot, Boomerang and whoever else she can get her hands on..."

Harley grew quiet. She hated Waller, most people that knew the woman did. She wasn't even exactly fond of Digger, finding the Aussie barely more tolerable than Gardner. But she liked Flag and Deadshot as well as most of the others that got roped into being Waller's Suicide Squad. She sipped her drink and glanced across at him through her bangs. "So what do ya want from me?"

"If I go through the regular channels, I'd leave a trail." Flag dug into his jacket and slipped over an envelope. "Your target and what I need. I won't question your methods, Harley. The card in there has an upper limit of a hundred thou. Use it as you see fit to prepare. It's been...good seeing you again."

Harley merely nodded as Rick got to his feet and strode past her. She toyed with the envelope, considering her options. This entire thing could just be a plan to catch her in the act and give Waller a reason to stick another bomb in her neck. Then again, Rick had always been a straight shooter...even when she tried to corrupt him. Harley giggled.

He had been great in the sack. Still...she opened the envelope of studied the contents. A slow smile spread across her pretty face. This though...this could be fun!

******

"No, Thank you Prime Minister. A Lexcorp branch will be a boon to your country's economy. You have my guarantee." Lex smiled, studying his fingers, hanging up the phone with a low chuckle. "And in payment Lexcorp will avail itself to your lands unrealized bounty of rare earths. Mercy!"

"Boss?" The statuesque brunette strutted in through the open door. "Already ready to go."

"Good. Anything left on my itinerary?"

"You're clear for the rest of the...hold on." She tapped her earpiece. "You have a guest at the entrance. Says he doesn't have an appointment."

"Tell him to take a number." Lex snorted, pulling on his jacket. "It's a Friday night. I'm due to put in an appearance at the club."

"Yes sir I...what do you mean he just...what are you..." Mercy spoke rapidly into her mic, finally turning and darting in front of her boss. "Wait a moment Lex. He's..."

"Lex!" The voice boomed as the door was flung open. The man that marched in wore a dark suit that barely hid his muscular features, each step threatening to tear the fabric. He was blonde and held out a hand to the billionaire. "It's been awhile you old dog."

"I'm sorry I think you have me mistaken for someone else," Lex stated coolly, yet he felt an odd tingle in the back of his mind. He DID know this person. He rested a hand on Mercy's shoulder, causing his bodyguard to relax. "You are..."

"Hah, you always were a kidder." The man laughed again, ignoring the question. "I know you're a busy guy, so I just stopped by to make you an offer. Something only I could do."

"Really?" Lex raised an eyebrow. He certainly didn't lack confidence. "And what might that be?"

The blonde stranger merely shot a non too subtle look at Mercy, but before his bodyguard could voice her outrage, he waved his hand. Shooting him a disapproving look Mercy, nonetheless, obeyed, closing the door behind her. The blonde stranger smiled and Lex felt himself being to sweat. Then it was gone and he settled back in his chair. "Well..."

******

Mercy Graves kept her eyes forward and her face emotionless. It was this trait that made her an excellent bodyguard and exceptional limo driver. As with the noise coming from the backseat where Lex was enjoying some brainless pink haired bimbo he'd picked up for the night. With shiny earrings, skimpy outfit and an oversized necklace it was a wonder she could string together a coherent sentence. "Whore," Mercy muttered, disgusted at the lengths some women went. But she needed it to both keep her eyes on the road, while fighting the urge to unload her mag.

Into Lex or the bimbo she wasn't sure. Probably both...both was good. Despite the late meeting, they'd still made good time. Though considering her boss's reputation, any time would've been good time once they knew he was coming. The honey traps certainly would've stuck around.

Still, she knew her boss's proclivities and took the long way back to the tower, knowing he'd want Mercy to return his nightly fucktoy back to whatever roach infested hovel she stayed at. That said...they'd been at it since getting into the limo and she was running out of backroads to her boss's place. A slight frown crossed her face. He'd been on a bit of a tear as of late, ever since checking the footage from one of his satellites over the Pacific. Whatever it had caught, had fascinated him to a...a sharp high pitched squeal suddenly assaulted her ears and Mercy nearly lost her grip on the wheel. She knew that voice!

*****

Lex's penthouse suite was a veritable fortress.

Lead lined walls to prevent the prying eyes of the local alien menace. Bullet proof reinforced glass to deter rooftop snipers...or rocketeers. Yellow carpets and yellow striped walls for annoying green themed heroes and a state of the art security system to dissuade a certain flying rat themed vigilante from Gotham. Along with a five star kitchen, a library and den with rare and required reading for one of his intellect, spacious and elaborate lounge for entertaining potential business partners or foreign dignitaries which also led to a spa and indoor hot tub with masseuse on twenty four hour call in case that was more to their taste.

As well as the fact that the two floors beneath were bought out by him. The one directly below being Mercy's personal abode, as well as any additional security he might hire, and the one after housing his personal gym.

With all of this it was one of the few placed he felt completely safe and would...rarely...lower his guard. Such as when finding a particularly exquisite piece of ass. It had a been long time since he'd met someone that fired his blood like this. So long since he'd been so satisfied, and after a series of yelping orgasms from his current bedmate the billionaire bellowed out his own, entire body shaking with the what appeared to be a monumental orgasm. Collapsing on top of the sexy, bright haired and olive skinned woman, Luthor was already snoring as he rolled off of her. For several long minutes there was a welcome silence in the room.

Then the woman's eyes carefully slitted open.

Smudged, pink lips peeled back in a toothy grin, carefully turning to push herself over Lex's slumbering form. Fiddling with her earing she carefully dumped out the small amount of powder stored within it's hollow casing. Entirely plant based, a gift from her friend and off and on again girlfriend Ivy, she let the fine particles tumble into the bald narcissist's mouth. A snort...a cough...then he relaxed. Eyes opened, glittering green, and Harley Quinn smirked as he began talking, answering every question.

Five minutes later she stepped out of the shower, scrubbing off the last of body spray that hid her pale coloration, and the dye that colored her hair, pulling on her red mini skirt and corset that emphasized her hourglass figure and prominent bust that had so attracted her target. She would've liked to put up her hair in the usual ponytails, but that took time. She didn't really like the mixing on the pink and blue highlights on the tips, but what could you do, she shrugged mentally.

For a moment she studied her lipstick.

Another gift from Ivy, it was a watered down version of the nymph's kiss that enraptured her targets and, apparently, a potent aphrodisiac if Lex's reaction was anything to go by. Not that she thought she needed the help, of course, but better safe than sorry. Shrugging, reapplying her lipstick the now buxom blonde strutted carelessly through the penthouse, heels barely making a sound on the thick carpet, pausing at several vases as well as a fine set of golf clubs, considering their value over her usual hammer before reminding herself why she was there. The study door was open, the room bigger than her entire apartment. A desk as large as a bed dominated the back with rows upon rows of bookcases behind it, while a massive fireplace took up the left side and a filled trophy case on the right.

The fireplace in particular drew her attention. It was massive and she stepped carefully to take a look. Whoever was in charge clearly hadn't cleaned it as there was still ash. Shaking her head and muttering about rich assholes she turned and strode past the desk. Third bookcase to the right...the copy of The Art of War. Opening the book, Harley flipped through it's pages, irritation twisting her pretty face. It had to be here. Even with that small a dose Ivy's spores made it so that no one could resist her commands so..."Ah ha!"

Harley held the green bookmark carefully. It was mostly satin, and soft to the touch. But the tail was about an inch in length and hard.

Kryptonite.

Procuring a scissors, she carefully she snipped the bookmark just above the kryptonite. Gingerly she replaced the book, doing her best to line it up as best as possible, placing the valuable metal into her necklace and clicked the tiny container shut. Luckily Lex wouldn't remember anything after she fucked him unconscious and Ivy insisted her plant's spores also induced a slight degree of amnesia. He mightn't even remember who he'd been fucked by when he woke up. Which suited Harley just fine. The farther away she was when...

"Found what you we looking for!?"

Harley whirled at the voice. Mercy... With a surprisingly loud CLICK, Lex's bodyguard closed the door and turned back to Harley. She cracked her neck, shrugged out of her heavy work blouse, long stockinged legs stepping out of her low heeled shoes and tossed her hat onto a convenient chair. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this, clown."

"Heya Mercy...you're not still sore about me shoving you in the trunk are ya?" Harley kept the desk between herself and the short haired, tanned brunette. "Mistah J told me to handle you, but we had ourselves a fun little fight afterwards so...water under the bridge?"

"Fun for you, yes. But Lex called me off before I got to really enjoy myself!" Mercy's response was an angry snarl as she threw herself over the desk at the blonde, dragging her to the ground with a surprised yelp.

*****

Nearby a figure in blue and red paused. Ignoring the bullets that ricocheted off his face, he tilted his head at a sound.

Again!? Lex was a creature of habit and Clark had learned when to turn off his ears. For all his flaws, Luthor was human in his needs, but he'd become quite randy in recent weeks.

He gave an amused grunt and decided that, for tonight, he could expect no trouble from that direction. Which suited him just fine as he was due to meet Diana in France for breakfast. Perhaps this time he'd manage to come up with an excuse to discuss his alternate dimension cousin with her.

*****

As Lex Luthor's bodyguard, Mercy was adept in at least three different martial arts and capable in five others, as well boxing which complimented her gunnery skills. These were methodical techniques, relying on skill and discipline to master. And meant very little to the wildcard that Was Harley Quinn.

Harley reveled in madness and unpredictability. Mostly self taught she was as likely to engage in skillful hand to hand as she was to simply grab for hair. Fighting Quinn you had to be prepared for anything.

Both were fully capable of giving a worthwhile fight to any of the martial heroines they came across, with Harley even throwing hands with Black Canary on occasion...to the latter's embarrassment. However, this wasn't a fight between professionals. This...this was personal.

Muffled grunts as well as repeated thumps came from behind the desk where Mercy had tackled Harley. A loud RIP, a snarled "BITCH," and the bookcase began shaking as if something was hitting it. Mercy appeared, hoisting a kicking Harley over her shoulder and throwing her onto the desk. The wooden frame shook, but the piece of furniture was sturdily made and remained standing. Snarling, the brunette grabbed Harley's hair and dragged the blonde towards her and delivered repeated punches to the pale woman's stomach and bust. Harley's head shot up, hitting Mercy under her chin. As she recoiled, Harley flipped rolled over and lunged at the brunette.

Mercy retaliated to Harley's punch to the stomach with an elbow to the fact. A kick to the ribs garnered a clubbing blow to the top of her head and Harley quickly realized that Mercy was aiming for her face and ducked under a swing, butting the brunette in the stomach. Mercy scrabbled at the blonde's back, attempted a knee that Harley blocked, then reared back, flipping Mercy over. Falling onto her back with a surprised yell, Mercy blinked and screamed as Harley dropped an elbow onto her chest.

Hands tearing out strands of yellow and light brown hair the two women grappled on their knees briefly, then dragged each other upright, Harley pressed up against the case, her top hanging half off her body. Rocking back and forth Mercy hauled off a punch into Harley's side, making the Joker's former sidekick gasp, then Lex's bodyguard gagged from a rising knee to her gut. Her grip slackening, the scantily clad blonde pushed against her shoulders, then raised a foot and SHOVED. Another RIP and Mercy yelled, falling over onto Lex's work desk, leaving her light blouse in Harley's hands.

A look of quick cunning on her face, Harley hurled away her trophy and darted around the desk to the door. "No you don't!" Or tried to as Mercy's hand flashed out and secured a grip on the fleeing blonde's skirt, pulling her along, over and down. As she fell, so did Harley's skirt, tripping the woman as she attempted to kick away. "I coulda mentioned it to Lex, but I wanted to pleasure of dealing with you myself. Finishing what I started last time you showed up in Metropolis!"

"Oh, so you like a good catfight too, huh!" Harley declared, uncaring of her near naked state, wearing only one heel with the other skating under the desk. As it stood she'd need to deal with the bitchy brunette if she wanted to get out of here. "Well in that case..."

Mercy grunted as Harley abruptly lowered her head and charged, wrapping her arms around the bodyguard's slim waist, bearing her back. A knee rose, catching the long haired blonde in stomach, an elbow thudded across her back. "Get...off!" Mercy snarled, now punching into the small of Harley's back, not able to see the smile on the other woman's face. Quickly she sank to her knees and Mercy felt a draft. Giving a distinctly feminine squeal the brunette snatched for Harley, only for the blonde to roll away...with her trophy. On instinct her hands moved to cover her panty clad privates. "You crazy bitch. Give those back!!"

"Nuh uh!" Harley giggled, waving the skirt at Mercy. She whistled, getting a good view of the brunette's light green underwear. "Ooohhh...silky. And see through. Naughty naughty. Bet you were hoping yer boss man would try and take a peek, huh."

"What? You..."

"Hey, credit, where credit's due, Lexy's great in the sack." Harley chortled, waggling a finger at Mercy's rapidly reddening face. "Not as good as Flag mind you, but easily in Lawton's league. He's about the same size as..."

"RRRAAGGHHHH!!" With a bellow, Mercy charged at the frustrating blonde, fingers curled into claws. With a joyful yip, Harley threw herself at the oncoming brunette, arms wide.

*****

Back in the bedroom Lex Luthor snorted and rolled over, face scrunching up at an uncomfortable dream. His treasures were under attack by the alien and his allies...wanting to destroy all his accomplishments.

*****

"SLUT!" Mercy yelled, her cry accompanied by a crash and squeal from Harley.

"BITCH!" Harley screamed, Mercy's screech followed by a series of thumping sounds.

"FATASS!!"Mercy bellowed to another crash and the sound of wood breaking.

"SAYS YOU!!" The once orderly and spotless study now resembled a warzone. Books scattered across the floor, several pens embedded in the wall with their ink leaking down the wallpaper. Of Harley and Mercy there was nothing until the massively ornate chair behind the desk swivelled around. Large enough to accommodate both women, the pair wrestled furiously in it's leather coated upholstery. grabbing, punching, pinching and slapping. It spun around again and Mercy yelped again and again as Harley's hand rose and fell on her pert ass. "Who's got a fat ass now!!"

The brunette thrashed wildly, finally biting down on the cackling blonde's leg. With a loud yelp the chair tipped over, Harley and Mercy spilling out of it, still clinging to one another by the hair. Grunting in effort and yelping as their hair was pulled they yanked one another about until they pressed up against the bookcase. Stabilized now, Harley freed a hand and slapped Mercy across the face. The lithe bodyguard swore and swung a punch against the blonde's curves. Holding on grimly with one hand while rapidly swinging the other their frames thumped against the case frame steadily until there was an audible creak...then a loud CRACK. The determinedly brawling pair heard none of this...not even the sustained groan as the mid sized case began to topple over...only noticing AS it fell onto them to dual screams of shock as they fell with it. This, though, barely made them pause.

Within seconds the wooden frame began bouncing almost immediately, neither woman willing to let the other go. Books began to spill out from the sides as they were pushed aside. Left...then right...then the top...and finally Harley and Mercy reappeared. Crawling out from under the case, still clinging to one another by the hair, they slapped, kneed and occasionally punched. Dragging one another to their feet, Mercy snuck around Harley, aided by the sweat that covered their bruised frames, pulling her into a headlock and banging her head repeatedly against the shatterproof glass of Lex's trophy case. Wrapping an arm around Mercy's slim waist and another under cupping her soft ass, Harley reared up, falling over in a rough backdrop.

Both women groaned, Mercy flipping over onto her face, the carpet negating much of the damage but it still hurt regardless. However, even as Harley again attempted to make an escape, Mercy's hand flashed out, grabbing her foot. Getting back to their feet, fists flew between the pair. Mercy's small fists rose welts on Harley's pale skin, knuckles digging deep into her curves to accompanying grunts. Harley was no less adept with her fists, the punches she unloaded on the slimmer woman garnering chirps of pain. A haymaker blow knocked Harley back, falling over the desk. Shapely legs kicked out, dissuading Mercy who looked to jump the downed woman. Leaping upright, Harley suddenly swiped Mercy's legs out from under her and pounced across her back.

"Crick crack, break a bitch's back!" She sang gleefully, grabbing Mercy around her front and hauling her top half backwards. Whether deliberately or accidently doing this by pulling on her bra covered breasts is up to interpretation. But in Mercy's case the result was the same.

"Where do you think you're grabbing you crazy whore!" She shouted, squirming wildly. When this didn't do anything, she rolled over onto her back. Falling off, Harley's grip on the brunette's bra...and breasts...tightened, tearing the former in two. "You fucking..."

"Oh...these're nice too!" Harley crowed, dancing back and forth with both halves of her trophy. Mercy growled, staggering back to her feet, when Harley gave a wolf whistle. Mercy's boobs were large, visibly smaller than Harley's but the bronzed flesh more pointed . "Pretty pinky titties Mery. A bit on the small side, but not everyone could have perfect babies like mine."

"Excuse me!" This wasn't yelled, hell it wasn't even spoken loudly. The fact that it was spoken softly barely broke through Harley's antics as she and Mercy came to grips again. Arms wrapped around each other's necks the two pushed and shoved, snarling into one another's ear. The first time she thought it was an accident, but then it happened a second and third time, and finally a powerful chest bump that knocked them apart. And as she stumbled Mercy's hand flashed out, snatching off Harley's corset, revealed boobs bouncing dramatically with their freedom. Mercy sneered. "Who's tits're saggy!?"

With so many heroines and villainesses running around in outfits that could titillate, even if unintentionally...there were lines you did not cross. Such as commenting on whether or not said outfit emphasized a lady's proportions, or that she was compensating.

There was a reason Guy Gardner was despised by women on both sides of the moral line. And while they were, technically, on the same side Harley and Mercy now had done the same. And the former lost the devil may cry grin. Harley could joke about many things.

Maiming, murder, her abuse from the Joker, the fact that she slept around.

But you did not comment on a woman's tits. And you especially didn't as another woman with the undercurrent that yours were better. And with the full, perfectly rounded, gravity defying orbs that sat on her chest, Harley was not inclined to set such a statement stand. Staggering back and forth, trapped in a double headlock after another furious grapple, Harley once more filled her hand with hanging boob and SQUEEZED.

"YAH, BITCH!" Mercy shouted, butting against the other's scraggly blonde head until they overbalanced, tilting to the side and falling, the shock forcing them apart. Getting back to her knees she was surprised to find Harley already close and shocked by the sudden WHACK as she slapped her exposed boob. Female instinct took over and the retaliatory punch dug into the rival blonde's pendulous right tit, causing Harley to yelp and scuttle back. "What the fuck's your problem?!"

"Nuthin'!" She replied, her eyes glittering with excitement. Dropping to her hands and knees she crawled rapidly towards the kneeling bodyguard who swung a punch. Ducking under the fist she came up under Mercy and while the brunette steeled herself for a blow, she was still unprepared for when Harley shot upwards, arms extended outwards and gave, what she could only call, a boob uppercut. The move set her chest jiggling and had her fall over. The pain wasn't too bad, but the shock made her scuttle back on her elbows. "Just thinkin' you shouldn't be talkin' so big with titties that small."

"36DDs aren't small!" Mercy retorted indignantly as the pair shuffled back into range, grabbing hair and squirming together in a way that had the bodyguard's nipples stiffen intensely. Likewise she could feel Harley's own digging into her ample titflesh, jabbing like needles.

"They're nuthin' compared to 36G though." Harley snapped back snidely as they grappled, grinding the orbs deliberately against the brunette's smaller pair. Mercy grunted at what had to be discomfort, if not outright pain, then surprised the blonde by bashing firmly back against Harley's bigger tits while throwing her arms around the curvy blonde's waist. She raised an yellow eyebrow at the move. "Are you trying to..."

"What? Scared!" Mercy growled, thrusting her breasts against Harley's again. It had been years since she'd done something like this, the first time being against one of the martial artists Lex employed to...keep him in shape. A few minutes of exchanging blows had made them realize that regardless of whoever won, there'd be no hiding it. And knowing Lex, he'd more likely be more upset he'd not been allowed to sit in on the fight. So instead they'd let their boobs do the talking. Under the showers in the women's locker room they'd hammered tit against tit for probably fifteen minutes before the arrogant cxnt's rack caved in. Since then there'd been several women, persistent former lovers, staff and even one other trainer she'd humiliated. A couple had even possessed racks bigger than Harley's so Mercy wasn't of a mind to shy away. "All that talk and your boobs feel like big piles of mush."

"That's not what Lexy said," Harley taunted, throwing her arms over Mercy's shoulders. The smile was back, and wider than ever, excitement glittering in her blue eyes. She hadn't been lying when she said she liked a good catfight. There was nothing better than dragging all those prissy do-gooders down into the gutter to fight like how proper women did, rather than with all fancy kicks and flips like Selina or the bat bitches. Sometimes when the urge hit she'd just hit up Noonan's and throw a punch at the first bitch to cross her path. Pissed off Charles a bit, but two chicks throwing down typically attracted enough attention to cover any damages. But her last titfight had been...a year ago against...what was her name again? Roxy something...Rocket. Roxy Rocket. Had a bigger rack than Mercy but...Harley grimaced slightly as the brunette squeezed. Yup...Mercy's tits were definitely firmer than that wanna be fly gal.

Grunts and groans bounced between them as they alternated squeezing with strong, slim arms and shoving with upper torsos. Breasts were already slick from the sweat of their previous fight and slide together sensuously while curvy blonde and slim brunette struggled for position. Grinning widely, trying to gain an advantage, Harley got her left foot under up trying to rise above Mercy. However Lex's bodyguard picked up on her movement and also got up on one knee, wrenching the former sidekick back and forth before they surged upright.

"Shit," Mercy cursed, her balance tenuous as she crushed the annoyingly tough blonde to her. She heard Harley giggle, squeeze and then shove her tits, almost forcing the brunette over. Mercy cursed again, saved only by the fact her ass was pushed up against the edge of Lex's massive desk, then suddenly shoved and jumped. With an surprised squeal Harley tumbled to the ground, a pained "OOF!" squeezed past her lips as Mercy made sure to land directly on top of the blonde.

Who, immediately upon landing pushed the brunette over with a powerful heave. Mercy gave a shout as her tits were quickly bombed by the top heavy blonde as soon as the roll completed. Harley sneered and repeated the maneuver to another yell before Mercy's arms moved from her waist to her back, holding her in place while simultaneously exerting herself to extricate herself from under the blonde, only to have the roll continued as she got on top. Harley was fully aware of how a ground fight was fought and was viewed, and as such delighted in forcing other women to fight her in such a manner that they knew was degrading.

Arms locked firmly around each other's back, groaning and growling, the pair rolled slowly until ending up with Mercy's back pressed up against the trophy case. Snarling into each other's face they ground their taut glands together furiously, and when that didn't get the expected results they shifted their upper bodies back and forth as best they could. Mercy's right and Harley's left breasts popped free dramatically during these efforts, pink and brown nipples fully extended and swollen with blood, fully visible before slipping back between the wriggling, jiggling flesh.

"Get...OFF!" Mercy snarled, letting go of her hug and shoving Harley with hands and chest. The curvy blonde resisted briefly, before the brunette drove a knee against her thigh. Knowing only too well where she'd actually been aiming, Harley now also pushed away, rolling several feet before springing back upright. Also invigorated with nervous energy Mercy was on her feet seconds after, the two circling. Instead of having her fists up though Mercy's arms were out wide, same as Harley's, fingers curling and uncurling. Lunging together with loud grunts, arms went high around necks, thighs slapping together. And here Harley's meatier figure proved an advantage, Mercy's lower half pushed back, causing her to be unbalanced and leaning into the blonde. Struggling fiercely Mercy beat a loose fist across the pale blonde's back while Harley maintained her grip with both hands, wrangling the unsteady brunette left and right and finally back down to the ground

Grunting at Harley's landing on top of her this time Mercy thrust her chest hard against Harley's to get them moving again. Pumping their squashed breasts together sadistically, feet kicking wildly they rolled in fits and starts back towards the trophy case. Pausing, rocking, gasping heavily as Harley forced them back in the opposite direction, only to be stopped and reversed again by Mercy. Teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, the brunette grimaced ferociously as she fought to overpower the blonde. It reminded her of the last time they brawled. She'd thought the latex wearing skank was just the Joker's arm candy. Instead she'd fought her to a standstill until her boss called her off. And now...fighting like this...Mercy felt an odd niggling in the back of her mind. Shaking her head, she bore her teeth in a pained snarl, aiming to finish the blonde bitch this time around.

Harley grunted, shoved onto her side, then back by the fiercely fighting brunette. It was the same as the last time she tangled with the bodyguard. Sicced on her by Lex after he and Mercy had broken into their Metropolis hideaway, she and the bitch had brawled while Mistah J and the bald wonder had talked business until she'd been called off by Lex. And, rolled onto her back, bodies rocking as Mercy pumped her mashed boobs down onto her own, she could tell the woman was as strong as she remembered. But still...as much as she liked a titfight...she'd always preferred a catfight. Then she hissed up at Mercy and rocked them back onto their sides, beating her swollen orbs against the brunette, determined to win this time around.

As if suddenly energized, blonde and brunette's pace picked as they went back and forth across a small section of carpet. Clinging tightly together they groaned. Legs kicked, Harley finally losing the other shoe, while runs split their length along Mercy's stockings. Thrashing over and over they grunted, rolling briskly until going over the guard incline into the fireplace. Immediately their frenzied motions kicked up a cloud of dust and ash that stuck to their sweaty bodies and swirled around their faces. Coughing violently, they kept fighting for a short minute before pushing apart, Harley going deeper into the fireplace while Mercy rolled out onto the carpet.

Coughing, wiping her face, the bodyguard gagged as doing so just seemed to make things worse. Squinting out through watering eyes she made out Harley as the busty blonde staggered out onto the carpet, body almost black from the soot covering her. Lips curled in annoyance at how unaffected her chest appeared after their brawl. Granted hers felt fi...wait a minute!

Soot... Onto the carpet...

"Well wasn't that fun." Harley panted, bare chest jiggling with her heavy breathing. There was the expected ache after how long they'd been compressed, but if anything Mercy's seemed far redder and affected than hers. She tried to remember how long Ivy had said the spores would keep Lex asleep. She really should...she shook her head...nah, cat was already out of the bag since the bitch had caught her. So why not settle up before leaving. Lips pulled back in a wide smile, Harley spread her arms, fingers curled into claws and advanced on the brunette. Besides...she really DID love a good catfight!

There would be no hiding this mess, Mercy knew. Lex was finicky as all hell and pointing out she'd been trying to apprehend a thief...a thief that HE brought into the building...would probably only make things worse. It would imply he made a mistake. Just like the time Harley shoved her into the trunk of a car, the bitch was humiliating her again. Mercy sucked in a deep breathe...and lunged at the approaching blonde, who hurriedly attempted to scuttle back only to yelp in shocked pain as a handprint appeared on a soot covered boob. Mercy heaved in outrage. "I'm going to mangle those tits you're so proud of!" She hissed. "And then I'm going to hang you over the side of this building for all of Metropolis to see."

SMACK...SMACK!!

"Yeah, I don't think so!" Harley hissed, boob wobbling from the retaliatory slap Mercy had managed before she'd grabbed the cxnt's wrist. The brunette's tit also stopped quivering from the blow she'd levelled against it. Holding each other by the wrist, Harley the left and Mercy, right, the two were a frozen tableau of sweat, soot and outrage. This was personal now. Perhaps it was because Harley had shoved Mercy into a trunk in their first encounter. Maybe it was because their last fight didn't have a winner. Or it could be the cracks at one another's attributes. A little of everything possibly. But Harley, shoving her tits to smack loudly into Mercy's, when did she ever need a reason to kick someone's ass. Another slam had them stumble apart, tits rolling gently. They circled, arms wide and she leaned forward, crooking a finger towards the bodyguard. "C'mon then, itty bitty titty committee. Woman to woman, see if you can handle my babies."

Not needing more of an invitation, Mercy lunged at Harley, blonde and brunette flinging their left boobs together to meet with a solid CLAP. Massive, rounded, milky white globes splashed against big and bronzed, bullet shaped orbs. The pain was immediate, as well as the instinctual anger. However instead of fists, they now rotated upper bodies violently, hurling breasts at one another in a wild melee that saw left meet left, left meet right and vice versa. Moving in a rough circular fashion this continued until one woman managed the first solid hit since the initial one and Harley advanced determinedly on Mercy.

She swung her boobs like a pair of wrecking balls and, judging by the hissing whines from her rival, they probably felt the same. Harley's breasts were by no means the largest in the circle of villainesses she hung with but they were big enough that she could always spot an instinctual inhalation by those that were bigger, if just as a reassurance, and intimidate those smaller. Even Selina and the bat bitches couldn't help an involuntary grimace whenever she was around Batsy...or Nightwing. She grinned internally, slamming Mercy's right tit to bounce against her left, perhaps when she was done with this job she'd swing by Bludhaven for a bit. Another swing and Mercy staggered, Harley rushing in, eager to finish off her rival, and spotted the flash of anger on the brunette's face barely in time to brace.

Harley squealed at the sharp, solid WHACK! Mercy's boob smashed into her own at a slight upward angle, causing the teat to jiggle wildly. Her rhythm broken, feet shuffling on the carpet, she tried to regain it but now found herself grudgingly giving way to Mercy. Lips set in a grim line the brunette heaved her firm glands against Harely's monsters, both fleshy mounds flattening along the impact line, though Harley's had more to give. Another swing and the blonde's massy right teat jiggled enticingly, with a loud grunt from it's owner. It hadn't stopped quivering when Mercy's right slapped across it again, garnering a sharp gasp. She was going to take this fat cow apart one tit at a time if she had to, Mercy decided, smirking...then yelping when her third swing was intercepted.

The blow was clumsy, since Harley's assaulted jug was still shaking while delivering it, but it was sufficient to make Mercy back out briefly before rushing back in again. Swinging together with vicious intent, all four prominent breasts shuddered and bounced as the wild blonde and grim brunette fought from corner to corner, hammering each other from end to end. Harley trapped Mercy briefly in a corner, thrusting her left breast feverishly into it's counterpart until finally shoved away. Four minutes of wild boob brawling and, her back to the door, Harley yelled as Mercy leapt into her, squashing all four mounds together at once. Luckily for her, it hurt Mercy as well, both women hacking in pain and clutching the tender orbs.

In that moment of pain, Harley had a flash of cunning. A hand dropped from a sore tit and felt for the handle. Her rival caught the movement but couldn't respond fast enough to prevent her from unlocking the door and pushing it open. Mercy WAS, however, quick enough to lunge after the escaping blonde before she could shove the door closed. Harley cursed and lashed out at the brunette who ducked under the blow and rushed into the blonde, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her slightly off the floor. With an angry bellow, Mercy carried the yelling Harley forward through the dimly lit lounge, and into the massive sofa that both women tumbled over. The sound of them tumbling immediately became that of them scuffling as the pair quickly resumed fighting with dizzying fervor, the loud SMACK of palms on flesh and the crip THUD of fists ringing out, accompanied by squeals and yells.

"OUCH! HEY!!"

"EEK! NO BITING!!"

Rising back on shaking legs, hands buried in one another's hair, Harley and Mercy spun around wildly. Yanking and pulling out shreds of yellow and brown hair they hauled off the occasional punch, bit and scratched, fighting in a completely amateur and feminine manner. One rotation finally had the pendulous boobs of the combatants clash and, as if a lightbulb went off, they began heaving them together while maintaining the grip on each other's hair. This...was particularly painful as it had all four orbs clash simultaneously, head to head, nipple to nipple and both groaned expressively for the first time since they started.

But they also recognized the efficacy of the move.

Mercy moved first, letting go of Harley's hair to wrap her hands around the blonde's neck. The resulting blow had Harley's legs wobble and she immediately reciprocated the grip. Pressed up cheek to cheek now, thrusting out rounded bums rudely to get the necessary momentum, boobs were thrust together. Again...and again...and again...to ever increasing moans of pain, and unexpected arousal. Nipples, stiffened with blood and chafing from the combat, scraped past one another, poke and pricked the swollen and taut glands and finally met directly.

The touch was electric. With the full force of their bodies behind them the pink and brown inch long spikes met in the confines of the wrestling boobs, making the women stiffen...the titty points quivering inside the mass of rolling flesh. Harley sighed at the sensation, and was surprised to hear such an exhalation echoed. "Felt good, didn't it." She breathed, talking out of the side of her mouth. Mercy immediately stiffened at her rival's breathy chuckle and abruptly shoved her away. Harley's giggle turned into a yelp when the woman swatted her breast to the side and immediately the blonde was all business again. Thrashing furiously around the room, breasts hammered together mercilessly, the wavy shadows of furniture surrounding them like silent witnesses.

Gasping, Mercy crossed her hands behind her back, flinging her glowing and swollen boobs against those of her blonde tormentor, beating the woman back on shaking legs. Panting, Harley linked fingers over and behind her head, hurling her aching monsters at her rival, pounding the brunette boob to boob viciously. Left on left, right on right, head to head the women's grunts became fiercer and louder with the constant loud and fleshy SLAP of their colliding breasts. Sweat began to trickle down their bodies, blinked from eyelashes and shining across turgid orbs. Neither expected to the fight to be this even, Harley expecting her size to give an advantage, while Mercy believed herself to have the firmer of the pair. Gritting her teeth, and ignoring the burning in her back and shoulders, Mercy increased the strength of her swing, slamming her breasts into Harley's with a sudden violence that caught the blonde off guard.

IMPACT!

Left boob met left boob, splashing together, flesh flattening and rippling while the firm glands hung in the air between them. Then, instead of simply falling back to roll on the women's chests there was a slight shift where one breast seemed to push back the other. It's owner squealed, a cry of genuine pain and surprise, and Harley spun around and flopped into a deep armchair. She sprang up quickly, biting back a moan at the rapid movement and tensed for Mercy's attack. An attack that never came.

Before her eyes the brunette gave a low and guttural groan, tottering on unsteady legs and falling back onto her rear clutching her left breast in clear agony, before swiftly scrambling upright. Shaking her head, Mercy glared across at Harley who stared back, icy blue eyes into dark blue. Whatever advantage she may have gained was out the window since it was obvious that last hit had hurt her as much as it had Harley. Likewise the latter couldn't believe she'd allowed herself to be knocked down. Mercy's lips curled and she pressed her hands behind her back again. Harley's eye twitched at the provocation, but followed the maneuver. Even as they crossed in the small of her back Mercy lurched forward, nearly catching Harley by surprise. Boobs thrust out to meet boobs the two crashed together with a loud SPLAT!

Heads over shoulders, grunting loudly into ears, blonde and brunette shoved with their upper bodies, bare feet scrabbling on the thick plush carpet. Calf muscles stood out as the women shoved and jostled with squashed breasts and shoulders. Glutes rolled and contracted with each step, forward or back, beginning to burn with the effort both poured into overpowering the other. Mercy hissed, pushing the blonde back a step. "Feel these breasts clown." Her voice a sibilant whisper, pointed boobs sinking deep into the blonde's plentiful orbs. "Still think they're nothing compared to your oversized sacks? My perfect beauties knocked your pathetic tits out of the park!"

"How was the view from the floor?" Harley spat back, giving several short, sharp thrusts, her tits flowing over Mercy's, causing the brunette to give an involuntary wince and grunt. "Takes a lotta skill to knock yourself on your ass. My babies're gonna flatten your limp sacks, you amazon wanna be!"

"Not in this lifetime you pale stripper bitch!" Mercy swore, taking a shaky step forward.

"Better believe it, little miss can't take a joke!" Harley growled, abruptly pulling away enough to look the other woman in the face, and throwing her arms around Mercy's shoulder's pulling the brunette back in close. Mercy squirmed, balance briefly lost but reacting faster than expected and avoided getting her arms pinned as Harley's arms tightened.. "Gonna crush you now!"

"No! I'm gonna smash you!" Mercy snarled, arms curling around the blonde's back, squeezing mightily.

The flesh bulged and spread out between their straining arms as the two quickly piled on the pressure. Deceptively lean arms flexed, becoming more defined with each grunt and squeeze, working the limbs to bring as much force as they could to crush the woman in their arms. To hurt her in a way only another woman could.

And they WERE hurting one another. Deeply and on a purely feminine level.

Eyes would glitter in malicious triumph at each soft hiss of pain from the jostling breasts, the flesh wrestling rather than boxing, the border of their cleavage shifting and shrinking between them continuously. Fully committing to the deeply personal and nasty nature of this fight, this womanly test of strength. Legs once braced for the rough imitation of a tit sumo straightened, both women rising to their full height, flat bellies kept inches apart by the mass of titmeat rolling above. And in this Mercy found a slight advantage.

Not only were her firm bullet shaped breasts forcing their way into the blonde's pillowy tits, but she also sneered down at the slightly shorter Harley, using the leverage to try and work her twin torpedoes into the woman's oversized fun bags. Pain, however, was an old friend of Harley's and while normally she'd use jokes to brush it to the side, tonight she was all business. Bearing the pain of their grinding movements stoically she shoved with her tits, pushing the surprised brunette back a short step. Surprise changed to anger and Mercy reciprocated, squashed breasts quivering as Harley backed up a step.

Keeping their breasts glued together in the bearhug, they squeezed and thrust, shuffling back and forth, side to side and in a slow circle on the plush carpet. Yet despite the determined grinding by both women, the squeezing by strong arms or the shoving of large breasts, neither could feel any kind of advantage. Teeth clenched and movements started to become sharper, more violent, both putting everything that had into penetrating, into smashing the other woman's breasts.

The strain of their faces were telltale as each kept pouring more and more effort into crushing one another, soft whines of effort whistling past lips as they staggered to and fro. "Break...you..." Mercy gurgled, squeezing with all she had and jutting out her breasts. Harley matched her effort squeeze for squeeze, thrust for thrust, their breasts piling up between them. Staggering, cursing under one the lamps Harley's milky white tops and Mercy's caramel colored domes gleamed in the light as they swelled while the women crushed one another mercilessly.

Stumbling, Mercy's leg clipped the edge of the low coffee table in the center of the room. With a soft whining sound, she fell against Harley, held up by the surprised blonde. Before she could take advantage, however, she was dragged down with Mercy, both sinking into a squat. Heads were thrown back, Harley's teeth clenched tight while Mercy's mouth moved silently as the crushed together, bodies rocking back and forth slowly. Feet spread to provide balance and leverage and gradually, hips wriggling as they shuffled and hopped in a rude circular manner while getting back fully to their feet.

Spinning around again Mercy tightened her arms, straining powerfully, pushing with her legs and Harley gave a soft grunt as her back hit the wall, arms coming loose for a second. She quickly reapplied her grip and thrust out with her tits shoving off the wall and pushing Mercy until she knocked over a lamp and they fell across a couch. Finding herself on top of the brunette, wedged between the cushions and the back, Harley made repeated short, sharp thrusts with her right boob into Mercy's before the two rolled off the couch and moved apart.

Panting heavily, Harley rolled over onto her hands and knees, shaking bright yellow hair out of her face and looking across at her brunette adversary. Likewise, a gasping Mercy shoved light brown locks away from her face as she rose to a kneeling position, glaring across at the troublesome blonde. Eyes flickered to said mounds, observing how heavily they hung on Harley's chest and how swollen Mercy's were. Mercy grimaced, falling onto her hands and knees, crawling over to the waiting Harley, who winced, pushing herself upright.

"BITCH!!" Harley/Mercy grunted, rushing together each swinging a fist. Harley's rammed into Mercy's forehead, while the latter's smashed across the former's cheek, drawing out a splash of bloody spittle. A punch to the stomach had Mercy curl up, an uppercut snapped back Harley's head. A push from Harley had them shuffle barely a few feet apart, the pale blonde wiped a smear of blood from her lips, while the brunette spat uncaringly onto the carpet. Eyes one more dipped to the chest region and Harley gave a frustrated whine, swinging a small, hard fist into Mercy's left tit. The brunette yelled in pain and retaliated with a punch of her own.

Repeated uppercuts dug into the firm orbs, setting them bouncing to and fro. Harley's larger boob bounces were particularly dramatic as they came close to her face. More than a dozen punches each flew between them, when one clipped Mercy's jaw. Enraged at the cheap shot, the brunette smashed her knuckles across the blonde's cheek. Another punch knocked her over and Mercy quickly scuttled away, scrambling to her feet, turning in time to find Harley also getting back to hers. Snarling, they flew back together, Mercy's hands going around the waist and into the hair while Harley grabbed a double handful of scraggly dark locks.

Spinning around wildly, they knocked over another lamp, a pair of end tables and finally Mercy flung Harley across the same central coffee table, shattering it as the blonde's rear slid across the carpet. Shaking her head she got her feet up, kicking Mercy away into the doorway as the brunette looked to jump on her. Grabbing hold of the doorframe, Mercy sought to regain her balance when an furious Harley lumbered into her, forcing them into the next room, feet thudding on the floor. Grunting, Mercy fought against the blonde's impetus until she felt herself falling, seeing the wicked triumph in Harley's eyes as she let her go. And the horror when Mercy snagged a handful of hair, pulling her along.

SPLASH!

The water immediately grew rough as the two women resumed fighting without missing a beat, flipping over and over under the surface. Finally Harley emerged, gagging and coughing, and struggled to pull herself up. Only for Mercy to erupt behind her, grabbing the blonde around the neck. Scrabbling frantically with her fingers, Harley flipped the switch the hot tub's jets just as Mercy yanked her back under.

A pair of tanned, slinky legs broke the surface, kicking wildly as they rolled back under. Then Harley and Mercy both surged to the surface, pulling each other by the hair under Harley shoved them both back under. Coming back up, Harley squirmed madly, yelling with her arms trapped by her side as Mercy pulled her breasts in opposite directions from behind until toppling backwards. Legs re-emerged with two pale, shapely limbs joining the former, kicking up a storm before disappearing again. A minute passed before Harley shot up, holding a dazed looking Mercy by the hair, delivering a punch to the woman's right tit that sent her back down before diving in after her. The water roiled for two minutes as their fight seemed to wax even more violent before the two rose out of the depths, sucking in deep gulps of air and gripping one another just above the elbow.

Writhing desperately they pushed, then pulled simultaneously, crying out together at the sharp CLAP of their wet and glistening chests meeting. Shifting her hold higher up, near the shoulder, Harley repeated the move, slamming her prodigious boobs against Mercy's large pair. Gasping at the impact, Mercy's hands also moved upwards and repaid the move in kind, to a hollow SPLAT. Staggering, sloshing about in the waist high water they dragged one another in again, and again, and again, the cries tired and piteous.

Arms moved up further, resting on shoulders. This brought their bodies closer, Harley and Mercy sighing as their breasts pressed together, the flesh squashing, nipples swelling as if in response to their rival's proximity, spearing deep into differently colored areola. Twisting about, spinning in the water...the hot, bubbling water...as they are their tits fought, they could feel the other's heartbeat through their tits. Feel how hot the other's skin was. Hidden beneath the surface legs slipped between legs, bringing their barely covered privates together. Another twist and spin and Mercy thrust her tits out, bashing them against Harley's monsters and sending the blonde stumbling away as slick fingers had their grips torn loose.

Gasping, Harley shoved her hair out of her face, dodging away as Mercy attempted to grab her and swung her tits horizontally, slamming them against the side of Mercy's. The brunette staggered from the unexpected blow, turning to fully face her blonde tormentor in time to get her right tit swatted outwards. She groaned as the orb bounced and reacted instinctually, swinging her left to smack against Harley's head on, nipple to nipple. The blonde grimaced, and grabbed Mercy's hip thrusting her creamy left tit against the woman again. The bodyguard reciprocated, fingers clinging the Harley's curves driving her coffee colored teat into Harley's.

Grunting loudly, Harley and Mercy maintained their grips on the other's hips, swinging their left breasts to slap together repeatedly. Ofttimes the swollen glands smacked together side by side, the insides of the taut flesh stinging and darkening. On occasion the hit mirrored the first blow, the tip of the breasts clashing in a head to head collision that had legs shake. The water, though, supported them. When Mercy's tit and nipple speared into Harley's ample titflesh, the blonde whimpered, and would have fallen if not for the frothing pool. Mercy cringed and whined as Harley's massy teat hammered into her firm flesh over and over, fighting one footed for three full swings.

The orbs crashed into one another again, the steam rising from the water, raising droplets of sweat across their chests. Another hefty blow and Mercy's fingers slipped from Harley's waist, swinging from the right now, unbalanced, getting in a glancing blow on Harley's right boob. Rhythm broken, breasts now flailed in wild swings that missed as much as they hit. A wild blow connected and Harley fell back with a splash, holding onto the edge of the pool. She shook her head, glancing behind herself at the door.

"Go ahead, run!" Mercy croaked. Harley turned slowly to stare at the wet, bedraggled, brunette. Her entire body shook with her breathing, chest and bust heaving. "Run away like the chickenshit coward everyone knows you are. I beat you. My tits beat yours. Go on...run away, bitch. We both always knew I was better than you."

"Easy for you to say, bootlicker." Harley spat, waving a sheet of water at Mercy and sloshing back towards her, grabbing hair and a shoulder. Staring her fully in the eyes Harley sneered. "I have to be careful not to get caught, while you can do what you want. After all, if Lexy wakes up, he'll save your candyass from the spanking you'd get."

"Think so, huh." Mercy strained and shoved. Harley caught herself and reached for Mercy, only for the brunette to hold out a hand. "Wait!"

For some odd reason...Harley obeyed. She shook her head again, trying to think, only to blink when Mercy pulled herself out of the bubbling water. With her foot she flicked off the switch and indicated for Harley to follow. Again...despite her better judgement...the blonde pulled herself up and out of the still water. With an easy motion, Mercy threw open the door and marched down the corridor to the stairs. Harley paused, glancing stealthily at the elevator...then moved into a jog to catch up with Mercy. She made it just in time to spot the brunette opening another door and incline her head. Clenching fists to her side, Harley stalked through the opening and slammed the door shut.

The room was spartan compared to the penthouse, but still luxurious compared to many of the places Harley frequented. The living room in particular was wide and spacious past the kitchen, and it was here Mercy stood, waiting. Behind her, through a pair of glass doors was a small, thin pool in the middle of a tiled floor, with a generator on one end. Effectively naked with the condition of her underwear, through Harley knew she looked barely any better, hands on her hips glaring across at the blonde. "No one to hear us here, clown." Mercy spat. "Just you and me. For as long as it takes. Well, you gonna get over here and fight? Or was it just bluster and excuses why I was kicking your ass?"

A vein throbbed in Harley's temple. She was being baited and knew it. But also didn't care. It felt good beating the crap out of this bitch. And now she didn't have to hold back. Or worry about being caught. With a loud, gleeful yell, Harley charged. Mercy shouted and rushed at the oncoming blonde.

*****

Lex still snored, sleeping deeply. His dreams were quite explicit and his mind typically was quick to pick up on it as a dream. Which meant he could do what many often...ironically...dreamed of doing. Here he was the fastest, the strongest as well as the smartest, and everyone knew it. His genius and talents finally appreciated. His slumbering form smiled widely.

*****

Harley screamed.

Mercy yelled in effort, spinning around the blonde by her hair. Two full rotations before the let Harley go, tumbling over and over to crash up against the counter that split the kitchen and living room. Mercy rushed in, fist cocked, snarling as she threw the punch.

CLANG!!

"OWOWOWOWOW!!" Mercy howled, clutching her hand, while Harley stared in awe at the fist shaped indentation on the metal serving tray she'd grabbed off the counter top. Flinging it aside, she ran at the still hopping Mercy, grabbing her from behind. With a powerful heave, she hefted the lithe brunette over her shoulders, cupping her jaw with hand while holding onto her thigh with the other. Mercy groaned, hair sticking to her face as she hung across Harley's shoulders like a bizarre, but sexy looking stole.

"You sorry for picking a fight now!?" Harley gasped, hair hanging like a damp mass down her face. She made slight jerking motions and Mercy cried out again, but still struggled. The sweat and water that covered both their bodies making the hold tenuous. "Give up bitch!"

"No...never!!" Mercy groaned, hearing her spine creak as Harley sadistically began bending her further. Her hand slipped from Harley's wrist and fell across the woman's front, slapping across something soft, yet firm. The sharp inhalation for her rival confirmed what it was and Mercy was quick to react. Harley hissed, shifting herself one way, then the other to avoid Mercy's hand. This had the added effect of distracting her from the hold, giving the brunette some relief. And it was also a futile endeavor as one torso twist actually dropped a heavy weight into Mercy's hand and the brunette's hand immediately closed.

"BIIIITTTCCHHHH!!" Harley squealed as her breast was crushed. She'd had her breast mauled before in previous catfights, but never with such strength and violence. And from such a disadvantageous position either. It only took seconds for her to hurl the brunette off her back, tearing her boob free of those mangling fingers. Rolling onto her stomach Mercy massaged her back gingerly, felt a muted SNAP and sighed with relief. Across from her Harley cupped her breast protectively, easing out the pain. A growl caught her attention and she raised her head and two pair of blue eyes glared. Mercy was up on her hands, almost like a sprinter preparing to take off. Harley's hands went low to around her hips, curling into claws. She snarled in response. "C'mere cxnt.

Giving an incoherent, fury filled scream Mercy threw herself at Harley, who made no effort to avoid the incoming woman. Throwing herself at the blonde, arms went around necks, Harley pushing back against Mercy before being forced to the ground. Bestial screams, hisses and curses filled the room as the enraged women abandoned any martial training in preference for the primal. Crawling and rolling, the two catfought furiously in a manner that would make Catwoman and Cheetah jealous. Cheeks, breasts and shoulders turned red from repeated slaps, Harley squealed when Mercy bit her ear, Mercy yelled as Harley dragged nails across her rear. Hair littered the carpet they thrashed across, pulled out at the roots.

Brawling wildly they beat clenched fists across backs and necks, rolling briskly, grunting and groaning as they strained against one another. Thrashing over into the kitchen area they crashed into a cabinet with Harley managing to secure the top spot. "cxntcxntcxntBITCHcxntBITCH!!" Harley screamed, rearing back and assaulting the brunette's face with fore and backhand slaps. A hard fist dug into her right tit and Harley yowled in pain, dropping over Mercy who grabbed her hair and yanked to the side. Spinning rapidly they made their way back onto the carpet, Mercy's snarls reaching a crescendo as she mounted the prone Harley, wrapping her hands around the pale woman's throat.

Hissing, eyes almost hidden behind her hair, Mercy looked all but insane as she strangled the gagging Harley. "Anything funny...to say now...clown?! Mercy spat, grimacing as Harley ran her nails down her arm. Teeth bared, Mercy leaned over the gagging blonde, then yowled, falling away clutching her face. A pair of scratch marks down the left side, barely missing her eye. Trembling, she suddenly realized her position, facing Harley's legs, when the limbs shot up, wrapping around her head. As she fell onto Harley, she squirmed and twisted, feeling the blonde's frantic movements and snapped her legs closed.

"FUUUUCCCKKKK!" Harley choked out, trying desperately to pull the muscular thighs apart as they tried to finish what Mercy's hands started. The brunette's lips curled into a smile, leaning back over the blonde's legs...then shouted in a fury when the toned limbs shot up, knees cracking across her forehead. Stunned, she was defenceless, falling across Harley's curvy frame. Reacting quickly, the blonde's meaty thighs curled over Mercy's head, ankles locking tight. Harley cried out again at the pressure around her face as the furious brunette recovered. "LET GO!!"

"YOU LET GO!!" Mercy shouted back, crying out as she felt Harley clawing at her ass. Hips thrusting furiously into her chest, Mercy felt herself forced over, staring up at the ceiling while Harley's legs crushed her head. "YOU BITCH!!"

Groaning in exertion the pair rocked back and forth, legs flexing while faces turned red and cheeks puffed and blew. Breasts were crushed against flat bellies, back and buttocks curved as the pair fought to extricate themselves from this shared headscissors. Then, ending up beneath Mercy and panting, Harley found a way out.

"YAHHHH!!" Mercy shrieked, kicking out with her legs, knee cracking across Harley's cheek. Suddenly free, Mercy rolled away, rapidly rubbing a growing welt on the inside of her thigh. "You bit me you fucking..."

The look Harley shot her silenced the bodyguard and Mercy crawled carefully towards the blonde, who rose up on her hands and knees as well. A pale hand shot out, slapping across Mercy's face. A tanned one flashed out, jiggling Harley's hefty mammaries. Grabbing each other by the hair, both reared back and delivered headbutts that had eyes cross and the women fall apart. Foreheads sore, tempers frayed, Harley and Mercy quickly got back up, reaching for one another again.

Butting like rams the pair threw wild blows falling across one another in a jumble and, in their wild scramble, Harley snarled and chomped down on Mercy's butt. The brunette screamed and backhanded the blonde, in the process finding her hand around the leg of a small and thin coffee table. Harley shook her head to clear it of the ringing and screeched, hunching over as Mercy broke said piece of furniture over her back. Fortunately for Harley and unfortunately for Mercy it was an assembly model and fragile, so did little more than anger the blonde even further and she crawled back up the brunette.

Another savage catball raged across the room, screams, yelps and yowls coming from both women. Mercy's shapely, tanned legs waved wildly, runs split their length and stockings crumpled. Another coffee table shattered as Harley and Mercy, pulling one another up onto their knees, fell over onto it. Soaked underwear hooked onto the wooden scraps as they rolled off, tearing from fighting women who now fought in the nude. Not that either cared. All they wanted, all that they needed, was to hurt the other as much as possible.

For nearly ten minutes the enraged pair thrashed over and over in a wild tangle of flailing arms and waving legs. Occasionally one would try to get to her feet, only to be pulled down again. Other times they pulled one another to a kneeling position, hands slapping, punching and scratching, then falling back together, chest to chest. Harley held two handfuls of Mercy's hair and banged the brunette's head against the carpeted floor. Mercy dragged a clawed hand down Harley's back and bit her shoulder hard enough to taste blood.

Their cries became pained and desperate as the fight continued. While happy to keep hurting the other, they resented getting hurt themselves. Finally dragging one another up by the hair, a punch to the belly stunned Mercy, and she could only watch as Harley's hand swung around in a roundhouse slap to crack against her face. She stumbled, staggered but kept upright only because she fell against the room's bar. Harley shoved her hair out of her face and lumbered after the panting brunette. Mercy heard the blonde coming through her gasping breaths and reached over the bar. "Bi...itch..." Harley croaked, reaching for Mercy, only to recoil as a wine glass broke against her forehead.

A tumbler followed next, but Harley knew it was coming this time and cried out as she took it on the shoulder, rather than the face. A third and a fourth glass flew over her head, Harley ducking and rushing towards the brunette. She caught Mercy's hand, with a shot glass in it, her momentum carrying them over the bar. Falling over, Mercy kicked Harley in stomach, sending her rolling up against the glass. Getting back to her feet Mercy charged Harley, pressing their fronts together and forcing the blonde against the glass door. Which swung open easily. Balance lost, Harley and Mercy clung to one another as fell...once more...into a confined watery arena.

Fortunately the pool was shallow as well, since it's purpose was exercise rather than relaxation. The water frothed while the women struggled beneath it for a brief period before surfacing on opposite sides.

"Shit...that's cold!" Harley swore, teeth chattering, turning rapidly to squint at a dimly lit figure with Mercy's shape from about ten feet across. Her teeth also clicked from the chill of the water.

"Fli...flip the switch there. Next to the generator." She gasped out, surprising Harley as she pointed. Warily, not taking her eyes off the brunette, Harley did just that and gasped, then sighed as warmth filled her, the water heating rapidly. The room also lit up from six lights beneath the surface. A sloshing sound reminded her of her situation, Mercy making her way across in waist high water. "You thought we were done?"

"Oh, I hoped you weren't." Harley growled, turning to face Mercy fully. "I still have to smush those little titties of yours to mush!"

Both women paused at the declaration. It felt...out of place. But that lasted only for as long as it took for Harley's words to register. Pausing, Mercy's face reddened and she cupped her breasts, aiming them pointedly at Harley. "You'll regret that!" She rasped. "You think yours are the biggest I've had to smash?"

"Maybe not." Harley shot back, scooping up. "But those two bit tits you've gone up against have nothing on my puppies. Let me show you!"

Shuffling through the warmed water neither woman attempted any maneuver or made to deliver a blow. The only light came from the underwater LED lights, leaving the room dim, and it's occupants cautious. Instead driving all four orbs together, head to head. Harley grimaced as Mercy's bullet breasts forced their way into her more pillowy tits, at least until they met the solid mass of tissue that made up the pale woman's massive boobs, the flesh now spreading as it squashed. Now Mercy winced, her tits being slowly overwhelmed by Harley's larger mass. A powerful shove with their breasts sent both women stumbling apart. But expressions were set and they waded back towards one another shoving their chests together forcefully.

The contending glands mashed between them, swelling in response to the pressure. Nipples thickened within the confines of the embattled flesh, bending over each other and scraping uncomfortably together. The moon appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating their fighting forms and, as if invigorated by the sudden spotlight, they shoved apart, swinging the hefty mammaries at their rival.

Harley shouted, her left boob wobbled up and down from a determined swing by Mercy that hit at lower angle.

Mercy yelped, right tit jiggling enticingly after eating a direct hit from Harley's heavy breast.

Water sprayed out along the edges from the waves that formed at their epicenter, Harley and Mercy fought intently with their boobs, and boobs alone. It seemed like a natural continuation from earlier though, in the back of their minds, something tickled. They heaved the orbs at one another, the lateral movement providing extra power, breasts crushing together with loud and violent PLOPS. Harley knew this style of fighting should've given her larger wrecking balls an advantage but Mercy demonstrated a stubborn grit and fought her evenly as they staggered back and forth.

Grabbing one another by the hips, they thrust their tits together. Left on left, right on right, right on left and all together. Upper bodies jerked violently with each movement, the movements more controlled, but no less violent. Nipples scraped past to stab into different colored areolas or bounced together, slipping past before bending. Mercy bit her lip to avoid moaning. She knew Harley was bigger than her, but was supremely confident in the firmness of her breasts. Yet Harley's boobs still resisted her torpedoes stubbornly.

Harley grunted and squeezed the brunette's arm. Mercy grimaced, her grip on the blonde's bicep tightening. Frustration glittered in both pair of blue eyes. The hope had been there that their previous activity had softened the opposing pair of teats that victory would've been swift and humiliating. Instead all four orbs remained stubbornly firm and dense.

Sneers curled lips. There was no mutual respect here. Only a long held resentment from a series of brief interactions years ago.

Still holding onto one another tightly, they shoved their swelling breasts together as closely as they could. Rhythmically Mercy pumped her taut glands to mash into Harley's. Repeatedly Harley rolled her deep boobs against Mercy's, the flesh molding together. Hands moved slowly up arms, to shoulders, then flanking the fighting tits to hips which they went around. Pushing with their backs, they pulled back slightly, just enough to let the tense orbs flow back out and breathe, then thrust forward hard, making short pounding flurries against one another. To no effect other than a sharp uptick in pain.

Naked features shone in the moonlight as Harley and Mercy plied their boobs against one with increasing urgency and violence. Squirming in slow circles, twisting together as they crushed the orbs brutally. Abruptly Mercy froze and shoved Harley away, dodging the blonde's grabbing hands. Beneath the turbulent waters smooth and gleaming thighs had crossed bringing their naked nethers within intimately close proximity. "Heh...OW!!" Harley smirked at Mercy's clear discomfort then yelped, eyes narrowing, the annoyed brunette shaking her tits from a nipple scraping swipe.

Once again the hefty sound of flesh striking flesh filled the dimly lit room as well as yelps, grunts and curses. Eyes having adjusted both women swung confidently, pounding their boobs together with unfettered violence. Harley gained advantage after the initial exchange and snarls as she hammered a staggering Mercy back across the pool. Mercy hissed back spitefully, heaving her tits with frantic energy, landing a hit that finally brings Harley to a halt. The shock of the impact leaves the blonde briefly vulnerable and now it was Mercy with the advantage, battering Harley's breasts back and forth as she tried to make a stand.

The scene repeated over and over, the advantage swapping between the women rapidly. Briefly they paused, falling apart, panting in exertion. Arms resting on slick tiles along the border of the pool, entire bodies heaving, eyes moving down to glowing red and swollen condition of their treasured tits. They could see that they had hurt the other woman. Hurt her badly. But not enough, apparently, to make her quit. Mercy moved first, shoving herself back fully upright with a deep breath. Harley shook her hair from her face and pushed herself up, moving to meet the approaching brunette.

A series of brutal thrusts where they smashed the resilient teats together, the impacts staggering the naked beauties who squealed petulantly at the pain.

Hands on hips they flung their boobs at one another, forcing them to crush and spread, to resist and recoil. Every few swings they fell back, curling up as they held cradled their tits.

"I'll crush 'em!" Harley threatened hoarsely, heaving her massive boobs against Mercy's bowling balls, the woman's plaintive cries echoing in her head. Still she wouldn't fall, wouldn't quit. Beating those painfully firm teats into her own relentlessly. Beneath the water, Harley's legs trembled violently. A feeling of dread wormed it's way into her head.

"I'll flatten them!" Mercy croaked, slinging her large breasts against Harley's boulders. Hefty glands piled together again and again, shoved back up against the women's chests with each vicious impact...and yet despite the blonde's high pitched squeals grating on her nerves, Harley stubbornly swung back with blows that shook that the brunette to her core. An unease began gnawing at Mercy's psyche.

Aggressing, and then retreating. Staggering in the face of repeated, heavy boob blows, sometimes barely keeping their feet. Harley taunted and whimpered while Mercy cursed and sobbed. That their breasts would turn out to be this even was something neither had even considered. Still they fought ferociously with the tormented glands, pounding away on each other mercilessly. Neither Harley, nor Mercy showed any sign of backing down, neither pair of breasts appeared to be yielding.

CLAP...SLAP...SMACK...WHAP...

For nearly fifteen minutes the pair mercilessly slugged their boobs against one another with frantic abandon, the hits coming faster and wilder. The warm water roiled around their hips, supporting them despite the way Harley and Mercy swooned with each direct collision. These were not superheroines. Just regular women with better than average training and ability. If not for the water's warm embrace neither would've been standing right now. Writhing, squirming bodies glowed in the moonlight as their fight appeared to reach a climax. In the midst of the wild melee, flailing tits struck off center. Once...twice...three times and at the fourth one woman screamed and fell to her side, head dipping below the waterline, held up by one hand clinging to the edge.

"BITCH!!" The one that had fallen shrilled, not bothering to clear the hair that all but hid her face, instead shoving herself back up and waded back towards her rival. The naked beauties resumed attacking one another's mammaries, smashing the throbbing orbs powerfully together. Both women were furious. One from being knocked down and the other at her for not STAYING down. This brief period of rage allowed them to ignore the pain and deliver concussive, bruising blows to one another's breasts. Once more the fight seemed deadlocked as when one woman was battered into retreat she returned with smashing blows that drove them back towards the middle. But finally one woman made several hard, lunging swings, catching her rival by surprise. The woman shuffled back, trying to regain her rhythm, but the other gave no chance all but jumping at her, breasts clapping together viciously until she floated backwards with a horrified wail.

Falling into, and under the water, the downed woman thrashed wildly with her hands and legs to keep the other woman away before resurfacing. Hair plastered across her face, obscuring everything but flashes of blue eyes, she flew at her waiting tormentor, who leapt to meet her. The entire front of their bodies slammed together, boobs squashing, backs bending, before springing apart from the pressure. Fear now diluted the anger, blonde and brunette attacking wildly with breasts that now molded together, the flesh splattering dramatically with each impact.

Heaving their teats with especial force, raking them cruelly against one another. Mercy groaned and Harley squealed as they continued to punish one another with violent, pounding impacts. Both pair of breasts had swollen to almost another cup size from the savage beating inflicted...being inflicted on them. They flew the air between Harley and Mercy smashing, flattening, the flesh distorting as it sought to overwhelm it's opposite.

Abruptly the sounds of battle ended and both women bowed, groaning in a deep pain only a woman could feel. Dipping hands into the water, they poured the warmth over their tortured boobs, easing, but not eliminating the pain. Rising back up they said nothing, not wanting to waste the energy and strode back together, swinging. Unloading a vicious barrage of blows, more than twenty in just over a minute, the last woman to fall shrieked and fell again, holding a hand up to keep the other away. As if realizing what that could be taken as, the hurt woman threw herself back at her reeling foe.

Tottering on weak legs, hands flashed out to grab wet, scraggly, bedraggled hair, pulling strands away to reveal intense faces, wide eyes and snarling red and pink lips. A powerful frontal slam had hands slip free as both stumbled. Panting rapidly they grabbed again, this time arms slipping around necks to tangle up in the hair there. "Uuuhhnnn..." Harley moaned deeply as thick, distended nipples were shoved together. The paired spikes stood out daggers that disappeared into the contending flesh to duel, stab and scrape. Her legs bent slightly as she rose up on her toes.

"Ooohhhh..." Mercy groaned hoarsely as they plunged the heavily hanging bags together in mindless desperation. Her legs could barely hold her up, even with the water. Two minutes...then three and they still pounded the aching teats in punishing claps. Guttural squeals gushed hot breath into the face of the other, both Harley and Mercy in terrible agony, but neither willing to let go. To let go was to lose. And to lose was unthinkable. Another minute past. Another minute of direct breast on breast collisions that had them swooning. Half a dozen more vicious boob blows followed, loud desperate grunts with each heaving blow, the structure of their boobs caving in, barely able to maintain their shape.

One blow seemed final as both women seemed to rise out of the water, their entire bodies visibly shaking. Mercy gave a piercing shriek, her legs finally failing her, floating downwards, still holding onto Harley. But the blonde also gave a tortured wail, following her down, both disappearing beneath the surface. Even then they kept fighting, despite the resistance. The ripples in their softened breasts seeming all the more dramatic when they slammed together. But their desire to pound the other to defeat was overridden by the need to breath. And, with a volley of bubble exploding from their mouths, Harley and Mercy kicked apart, reaching for the surface.

Mercy gagged, vomiting up a small amount of water, crawling painfully onto the side, her legs still hanging in the pool. She rubbed her face, trying to focus, but finding it difficult as she gazed up at the moon. Plip...plop... Her head turned slowly to gaze into a pair of focused blue eyes.

Harley. "Not...done...yet..." The pink and blue tipped blonde croaked, crawling towards Mercy with an intense look on her face, the waying motions of her body reminding Mercy of one of the great cats from Lex's hunting trips.

The brunette frowned at the memory, turning over onto her hands and knees, she and Harley stalking one another away from the pool edge, rising up on her knees, a powerful heat building in her stomach. Harley also reared up on her haunches just out of range. Breasts, barely hanging on, seemingly swelled under the opposite woman's gaze. As if letting her know that they weren't beaten yet. Eyes glazed over blonde and brunette shuffled forward, embracing one another carefully...almost lovingly...soft grunts hissing past lips as they slowly tightened their grips.

And tightened.

And tightened.

Face to face, gazes remained locked through the steadily increasing facial spasms and twitches as tits were compressed back into their chests. Biceps strained, struggling to force the bulging titflesh to squash even further, Harley and Mercy swaying back and forth as they fought to crush one another. Heads thrown back, blonde and brunette cried out loudly, squeezing mightily, damp frames trembling violently when Mercy screamed in desperation and pulled them over to the side.

For several brief seconds Mercy had the advantage, shoving her tits down onto Harley's before the squealing blonde forced her over. Bodies were plastered together from head to toe, Harley's full and curvy figure against Mercy's slimmer and lithe frame, supple legs twining together. Hands gripped at the wrist both groaned as they clenched arms tighter than they had all night, thrusting their sore and deflated breasts against one another feverishly, rocking slowly back and forth.

Mercy cried out, pushed under Harley's bulk and broader breasts, pushing up frantically until the blonde moaned and failed to keep her advantageous position. Harley whimpered, forced onto her back, pumping upwards desperately while Mercy's bullet breasts threatened to penetrate her rounder orbs completely. Finally Mercy whined, a sound equal parts agonized and frustrated, toppling over back onto her side. Other than rolling, their boob thrusting also had them slide across the slick tiles as they slung the flopping orbs together as well as squeezed.

Sliding and rolling they ended up on their sides, back near the pool, completely entangled and in bosomy agony where Mercy's tanned limbs contrasted with Harley's pale across their embattled bodies. Writhing wildly, they clung tightly together, fully engaged in a final push to destroy one another's treasure when the end finally came.

It started slowly as they rocked back and forth, one woman's shoulders tipping over slightly more with each push or taking a fraction of a second longer before shoving back. But it gradually became more noticeable, the one in trouble crying out more forcefully as she fought back against the other woman, who's cries also slowly transitioned to deep grunts. Struggling with a feral intensity, squeezing with her arms and thrusting with her breasts against the pounding retaliations of her tormentor, Mercy finally gave a final despairing wail as she was forced onto her back by a snarling Harley.

Too exhausted to fight back, Mercy still stubbornly resisted Harley out of spite, screaming each time Harley piled her boobs brutally onto her own yielding breasts. Legs kicked weakly with each loud and expressive PLOP when Harley's tits fell, the blonde adding a grind at the bottom of move, her own breathing becoming labored. Then it was over.

"STOP! PLEASE...STOP!!" Mercy screeched, arms flopping to her side, one dropping back into the pool. Harley gave one final thrust, body on autopilot, then raised her head to stare hard into the brunette's tear stained face. "Stop...no more...I can't...I..."

"Come on...you can...say it..." Harley purred, her throat raw. She grabbed Mercy's face, squeezing her cheeks. Her entire body ached, but at the same time was that familiar euphoria she got at end of a fight. "Say...I give...up...Mistress Harley. You...your massive boobs...squashed...mine like...pancakes."

Mercy shuddered, looking away from Harley, eyes squeezed shut. Losing was one thing. But losing such a fight...and against this bitch of all people. Her voice was soft. "I...give...up...miss...miss...Mistress Harley."

Harley waited, but Mercy remained silent. She could push the issue...but she was drained. Couldn't remember the last time she cut loose like that. Hell, and in a titfight no less. Better to cut her losses and skedaddle. She twisted Mercy's head to back to face her and gave the woman a wide smile. And kissed her.

Hard.

Mercy writhed weakly under Harley as the kiss went on. With a loud "MWAH" their lips separated and Mercy gazed up at the blonde dazedly. "For...the good time." Harley chuckled, patting Mercy's cheek and rolling off the other woman. She sat up wearily. "Haven't...had a fight...like that...in awhile. I'll be...WAAHHH!!"

Mercy surged up and across, crashing back into Harley again. The blonde trickster, pushed against the bodyguard's shoulders, shocked at the resumption of hostilities but ready to continue if need be. Two things made her freeze. Mercy's rather unexpected thrusting motion, slapping their naked lower halves together with a rapidly increasing urgency. And a red smudge across Mercy's formerly pale lips. A red that looked an awful lot like her lipstick.

Lipstick that Ivy had given her...that she had used on Lex...with possible aphrodisiac properties.

In the madness of their fight she'd forgotten reapplying it. There was no way the thing could cause a reaction that fast. Her thoughts were interrupted by Mercy shoving their arms out to the side, kissing the blonde as furiously as her thrusts were frantic. And more to the point was the fact that her actions were getting through to Harley. Even more than fighting, Harley was always down for fucking. And after a fight like the one she just had...her hips began pumping up against Mercy's, both women once more wrapping up tightly.

******

Luthor stretched luxuriously, feeling so exceptionally well rested that his normally alert mind remained relaxed and happy for several seconds before snapping awake. Swinging legs off the bed he wrapped a robe around his muscular frame and marched out the bedroom. "Dammit..." he groaned, massaging his face at the damage to his lounge. Swinging around he ground his teeth after taking a peek into his study. "I swear...this had better have been worth it!"

"Oh, but it was!"

"All of this..." Luthor complained, gesturing at the broken furniture, dust and fallen books. He displayed a lack of surprise at the appearance of his blonde guest from the previous day.

"Why don't you judge for yourself." The man handed him a small disc. Luthor's eyes narrowed, taking the offered gift gingerly, as if scared of getting his fingers burnt and moved behind the desk, digging a laptop out of a drawer.

"Found what you were looking for!?"

*****

"Harley, I...what happened to you?!"

"Busy...night." Harley yawned, raising her head off the booth's table. She didn't know if it was the lipstick or if Mercy was naturally like that, but damn that bitch could fuck. Her entire body ached, but she wanted to get this done and over with before word got out. Fiddling with her necklace, she allowed the kryptonite to fall into her hand, pushing it across the table. "Here...like you asked."

"Like I asked?" Flag picked up the tiny piece of green, eyes widening as he recognized it. "Where did you get this?"

"From Lex...like you asked me to." Harley dug into her purse, handing back over the card he'd given her. "Oh, and I kinda blew the entire card getting prepared. But I'm sure you guys won't...what's wrong?"

Flag had grabbed her wrist in a firm grip, card and kryptonite in his other hand. His knuckles were white, but he spoke calmly. "Harley...where did you get this? And what did I ask you to do?"

"You said Mandy was getting a bit antsy and you needed a bit of a safeguard." Harley replied, getting nervous Around them, several of the other booths began showing interest in what was going down. She reached beneath the table for her bat. "Then you handed me a file on Luthor and a plan to nab a piece of his kryptonite."

"Harley...I never asked you to do any of that." Rick gritted out, his face white. "And what you're describing. That's a training scenario they've been working on for some of the Squad's latest recruits."

"But you did." Harley shrilled. "Why the hell would I do all that AND call you to do a drop off if you didn't?"

"That's the one reason I'm not dragging you Belle Reve." Flag released his hold on her, sitting back thoughtfully. "And because this is worrying. Tricking you into doing something like this is one thing. But getting access to a scenario we haven't even run yet...I think we've got a mole. And you were his patsy."

*****

"You can go ahead, you know. I don't judge."

Lex immediately yanked back his hand, that was inching it's way to his groin. The sizeable tent in his robe was demanding attention, watching as Harley and Mercy squirmed together in their afterfight. He shot his blonde guest a frown, finally pausing the recording and twisting to face him entirely. "So you followed through on your promise of entertainment. But now I reiterate my original question. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather hear it directly from your own mouth. Who...are...you?"

The blonde man grinned, body swelling, becoming armoured, growing several inches, a spike helmet curling over his head. "You were always the smartest of my smartest acolytes, Lex." The voice from beneath the dark blue helmet was smooth and sibilant, only a pair of pale yellow indicated the possibility of a face beneath it.

"I'm a fully admitted aetheist unfortunately." Luthor replied, his voice steady. "Advanced science always appears as magic until one figures out the trick behind it."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Ares removed his helmet, once more blonde headed and handsome. "Regardless I presume my gift was satisfactory."

"It was...something." Lex admitted. "It wasn't quite like the other one, but it was indeed...

*****

"I've been made aware of a certain recording you've gotten access to." The blonde stranger stated, grinning widely. "A very rare event. Involving a certain Amazon and female Kryptonian."

"You..." Lex reached under his desk. Whoever this was, looked normal, but if he knew about this, then..."

"Oh don't worry. I'm not here condemn you. On the contrary..." He sat on Luthor's desk with easy familiarity. "I'm here to offer you another show."

"I doubt you could offer something that could compare." Lex snorted. "And if all I wanted was to see two bikini clad women rolling around in the mud there are at least three clubs less than half an hours drive from here where I could see that."

"Five actually...but the other two aren't the kind you'd want to be seen." The stranger waggled a finger. "Trust me, I know what you mean, but I'm not offering just any women. What if I said I could arrange a fight, without you needing to leave the comfort of your own home that, while not on the same power level, could match the intensity."

"Ordinarily I'd laugh in your face. But you seem incredibly...intent." Luthor leaned forward on steepled fingers. "I have some questions though, Why...who...and what do you want in return?"

"Because I'm bored...and this is the first bit of entertainment that has piqued my interest in...and well we'll get around to that later if you accept my offer. As for the who..."

*****

"I will admit I was uneasy when you told me to just select the pink haired woman at the club. Especially after I recognized that laugh of hers." Lex shuddered. "But whatever Harley used on me, seemed to make me lose any inhibitions. I always felt that Mercy carried a grudge from that time I worked with Joker, but even still. You did something didn't you?"

"Hmmm?"

"To the two of them, to make them fight for as long as they did. That was you wasn't it."

"Hmmm...yes and no." Ares smirked. "I can affect a person's hostility and cause them to act out because of it. The more you hate someone, the more you're willing to risk to hurt them. But the reason they kept going until Harley won was me calling in a favor from Diana."

"But isn't she..."

"Wrong Diana." Ares interrupted, shaking his head. "Goddess of the hunt and the moon, among other things. Mercy is actually a favorite of hers, and when bored she does have a tendency to make her nymphs fight for her entertainment. It's funny. Zeus named her, and Hippolyta named her daughter in tribute, so now I have two half sisters with the same name."

"So that's why..." Lex made a mental note in the back of his mind. "So we're back to my questions from yesterday...why and what do you want?"

"Why..." Ares stroked his chin. "Imagine eating the same gourmet meal everyday. The first time is divine. After a week it's familiar but still enjoyable. A month and it fills a need but is a bit tedious. And a year later... Then imagine your first taste of a sweet. A chocolate. It's nothing special on it's own, but after years...decades...centuries of the same gourmet food, it's euphoric. You mortals wage war constantly, providing me with nourishment...but it's always the same for centuries on end. First rocks...then spears...now guns. In the midst of that buffet, small individual conflicts are tasty treats in an endless buffet of the same thing over and over. And the battle between my sister and her Kryptonian rival was a particularly tasty morsel I wasn't allowed to savor. So I wished to test if I could reproduce it."

"You..." Lex laughed loudly and freely. It was so simple and silly that he couldn't help but laugh. "You're telling me you got bored and developed an interest in watching women fight. That's..."

"Not just fight, and not just any women." Ares again interrupted, looking not at all put out by the other's words. "It is not just the act of the fight, but rather the intent and the strength of will of the woman. If all I desired was a pair of women writhing together I could find that anywhere where women of that stripe reside. There needs to be a strong...powerful emotion between the two. A hostility for me to exploit and expand. And they also need the strength and conditioning to endure what my power would put them through. Otherwise I have to share my meal, like this time with Diana."

"And the fighting with their tits part?"

"That...that I will grant is something I picked up only recently." Ares grinned boyishly. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you that it is quite...stimulating. Adds an amazing spice to the meal."

"I'll take your word for it." Luthor leaned back in his chair. "And what do you want from me in return?"

"Oh I need nothing from you my dear boy. If anything...consider this a gift. For all the meals you've sponsored over the years." Ares replaced his helmet. "Or if you must, think of this as the beginning of a partnership. As something new and tasty like this, I'll be looking for more helpings. And I'd not be adverse to letting you know where to aim your satellites for a birds eye view. In return...you just keep doing what you're doing."

Luthor nodded uneasily, as his guest disappeared in a puff of fire. He massaged his jaw and raised the cameras on Mercy's level. His bodyguard was up and in her kitchen, still in the buff. For some reason the sight of her deflated breasts excited him far more than he had ever felt towards the woman. The knowledge of how it had been done and by who and what happened after...Lex groaned.

It was going to be a long day...even considering what he now knew. He would have to carefully consider this proffered deal. Superman alone was bad enough. If word got around about Ares he'd have Wonder Woman to watch out for as well. And while Superman had restraints he could count on, he wasn't sure about the Amazon.

But...Lex rewound the disc, watching Harley and Mercy wrestle together nakedly. It could be worth it.

*****

"Bruce..."

"Dick..."

"I...uh...just calling to give a heads up."

"What?"

"It's about Harley. I think you might need to keep an eye on her." Dick said, struggling to keep the nervousness out of his voice. "I ran into her last night and she seemed a bit...off. I mean more than normal."

"Any idea why?"

"Nothing concrete, but she was quite upset and it didn't seem to involve Joker."

"I'll talk to her next time I see her. Anything else?"

"No...no, nothing." Dick hesitated. "Later."

"You should've told him!" The ever present voice in the back of his head said accusingly. As always he quashed it brutally, squatting atop his favorite building. His sex life was no one's business but his own. And he and Harley were very open that it was simple fun and a way let off steam. But the way she went after him last night...what exactly was she trying to forget and...Dick turned slowly.

It was the sound of the bat...the way she dragged it across the rooftop. Her slow, swaying motions were hypnotic and she casually dropped it to the ground, along with her jacket and corset. This might be far worse than he realized, Dick decided, rising slowly and moving across to her, their shadows meeting and melting together. She'd never tried to ambush him twice in as many nights.

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Literally came like a bolt out of the blue after a short with the fight between these during an episode of old Superman cartoon came across my timeline.

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