Empress Harley: The Beginning
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
erik
Bruce Wayne perched on the roof of a high-end hotel looking through binoculars at the building on the opposite side of the street. He was looking through a window at an equally high-end restaurant where an important-looking woman was having a meal with a surprise guess; Lex Luthor. Bruce had been out on patrol as Batman as per usual when he happened to glance at the restaurant to see Luthor having a meal. Bruce couldn't identify the woman to whom Lex was speaking with but it felt that he had seen her before, perhaps on television or at a fundraiser. Bruce had been observing the meeting for a little over five minutes now. Lex and his date were seating three tables away from the window. Bruce couldn't tell what was being said because the angle wasn't ideal and moving from his position would have possibly alerted Luthor that he was being spied on. It didn't look like Luthor knew he was being spied on.
What was Luthor doing in Gotham? Whatever he was doing couldn't be good. Luthor had kept quiet for four months now; Lexcorp claimed that Lex had taken ill but was that really the case? Who was sick for that long? Could it be cancer?
"Look! Up at the sky!" came a feminine voice.
Bruce took his eyes from the binoculars and looked up at the late evening sky. He had to squint to see a figure floating high above the restaurant. Bruce couldn't tell who the figure was; naturally, the first guess was Clark's cousin. When Bruce took a look at the figure through the binoculars he was in for quite the shock for there, floating in mid-air, was Harley Quinn. As Bruce watched Harley via the binoculars she looked straight at him and waved before turning her attention back to the restaurant.
Harley Quinn grinned down at the restaurant with what could only be described as a demented glint in her eyes. A few moments later Harley continued; her voice echoed across the city loud enough for people on the street to hear her. Her statement was followed by insane laughter.
"Look! Up at the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane! No! It's... a whale!"
A whale suddenly popped into existence next to Harley. The whale naturally fell but Harley remained floating in the sky. The people on the street directly beneath the falling whale quickly ran every which way in sheer panic. Bruce swung in to save a person who was too terrified to move.
The whale landed on the restaurant (which had two stories) and completely flattened it, no doubt killing all who were inside. Debris went all over the street and sidewalks. Harley continued to laugh as if that was the funniest thing she ever saw.
Bruce was stunned to say the least. Just how did Harley do that?
"J'onn" said Bruce into the communicator at his neck. "you better send everyone that you can to Gotham now"
No response.
"J'onn, do you copy?" asked Bruce.
"Hey! No spoiling my fun!"
Bruce was in the act of turning to look at whoever had spoken to him when he was hit hard in the gut by a baseball bat. The impact sent Bruce flying across the street and right into the brick wall. Bruce collapsed to the sidewalk. How could a simple baseball bat do that? The armor was bulletproof, more than capable to block any damage from a simple bat made out of wood.
"Not that you can spoil my fun anymore" said Harley walking slowly towards Bruce. By the time Harley crossed the street Bruce made it to his feet.
"Harley?" asked Bruce. "how did you -- "
Harley gave Bruce a wicked little grin before making a zipping motion across her own mouth with a hand. At the same time a zipper materialized on Bruce's mouth and it proceeded to zip Bruce's mouth closed. Bruce could only mumble the rest of the sentence.
"Sorry, Batsy, couldn't hear ya there" mocked Harley. Harley took another step towards Bruce when the whale made a sorrowful noise. Harley turned to face the whale and said, "I haven't forgotten you"
The next thing that happened made a mockery of the laws of psychics; Harley opened her mouth wide and simply inhaled the whale. As the whale was being inhaled by Harley she started to grow both in height and weight. Bruce tried to get away but the sidewalk beneath him turned into quicksand.
"And here I thought only veggies made you grow" laughed Harley when she was finished inhaling the whale. Harley was now thirty feet tall with a slight lump in her middle. Her clothes also grew with her. Harley looked down at Bruce and said, "Tell me the truth, Batsy, does this make my butt look big?"
When Harley had been inhaling the whale all of the citizens that had been in the area had gotten away. Only Bruce and Harley remained.
"I must say," said Harley as she snatched up Bruce. "that whale didn't taste as good as I was hoping it would be. Perhaps you will taste better"
Harley lifted Bruce to her gigantic face. Bruce could only mumble his words as he struggled helplessly in the iron grip of Harley.
"Any last words before I add you to my waistline?" asked Harley.
"I might have a few words for you, Harley" said a voice.
Harley looked up to see Superman floating in the air just above her. Before Harley could say anything Superman flew right at Harley and delivered a mighty punch to her cheek. Nothing happened. Harley didn't even flinch.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" asked Harley her voice dripping with sarcasm and scorn. Superman looked taken aback that his punch did nothing at all to the super-sized jester. Harley shook her head and continued, "naughty, naughty, Supes. Mama will have to spank"
Harley then conjured a baseball bat that was made for someone of her size and swung it at Superman. Superman made to dodge the blow but the huge baseball bat was swung so fast that not even Superman could hope to dodge it. The resulting blow from the bat sent Superman not only out of Gotham but out of the solar system.
"And it's a grand slam homerun!" yelled Harley gleefully. Bruce stared wide-eyed. What had happened to Harley that made her so strong and so able to do impossible things? Harley's abilities to conjure objects out of nowhere was just like the abilities of.... Bat-Mite.
Hold on. Was Bat-Mite responsible for this? Bruce hadn't seen the odd little imp from the fifth dimension for years now.
"Now where was I?" asked Harley turning her attention back to Bruce. "ah, yes....time for a Bat-snack"
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June 1
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