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Heroes & Villains: Their Need to “Go"

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Vignette One

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Arisia stiffened. The situation, well…it was still unfamiliar to her, being around so many other heroes. Who would have ever thought she would become a member of the Justice League? Yet she had to fit in, somehow, and had to make it look like she had been there all along too.

After the Justice League had joined with the Green Lantern Corps for a set of missions, they had set out with a focus on Sinestro Corps. Members of Sinestro Corps were terrorising inhabitants of a distant planet – not one with any true resources on it really, that Sinestro should have wanted. It was a planet that could more or less sustain itself with the occupants living a quiet life, though they had clearly attracted the attention of Sinestro Corps in one way or the other.

That was what they were heading there to find out, the yellow light of fear not enough to stop the Justice League and Green Lantern Corps, together.

Arisia stood back quietly, her arms folded across her white bodysuit, everything about her outfit designed to be flexible and to keep her cool. She didn't want anything getting in the way or tangling her legs, after all, when she was fighting. The others had a variety of outfits, though she had worked with Bleez before. In total, they were Arisia, of course, Bleez, Star Sapphire, Mera, Wonder Woman, Power Girl and Terra. The last member was a friend of Power Girl and not a member of the Justice League. Apparently, the Justice League members found that more interesting and out of sorts than the Green Lantern Corps. Arisia just had a foot in each world, not sure where to look at any one time.

The Justice League starship shuddered and Arisia sucked in a breath as she flung out her arms to steady herself, her heart pounding.

“Hold her steady!"

At the main control panel, kind of like where the starship was steered, Wonder Woman's hands shot across the controls, moving as if in a blur, though tremors rolled through the ship. Arisia clenched her teeth, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing up, a sense of unease trembling through her.

That didn't seem good, not at all, not as the starship veered off course, the nose tipping down as the outer shields were affected. Arisia lunged to help while Bleez called on the red power of rage to assist – but it was already too late for them to steady the craft and lift it from its course.

“We've not got enough resources to stay up here!" Wonder Woman shouted, though she still managed to keep her voice steady and level, as always, a voice of control. “I'm going to have to bring her down!"

Power Girl steadied herself in a chair, calling up the starship's statistics.

“We've got an outer breach to the inner sector in the rear sixth quadrant," she said, though her voice shook slightly. “How long until set down?"

Wonder Woman shook her head.

“No way to tell… Under… Under an hour."

They couldn't help that the ship had been hit by an asteroid, though the asteroid field appearing out of nowhere too was most certainly ever so slightly suspect. There may well have been someone else striving to disrupt their mission, but they had to deal with the problem at hand as Wonder Woman managed to set down the ship, rather bumpily, on a nearby planet.

It was not the smoothest of landing and they all buckled in for the set down, smoke streaming from the spacecraft, though it would all come alright in the end. Fortunately for them, no one was hurt, not even with a bump to the head or anything like that, clambering from the spaceship with groans and shifts of their weight, trying to work out the strains and kinks in their bodies after the crash landing.

“Where the hell are we?" Bleez said, standing tall, demanding answers. “We are never to reach our destination on time with a wreck of a ship like this!"

They could have taken offence to that but, well, it was kind of like Bleez. She was something of a hothead – but she had learned, a little, to cool off more swiftly too, over time. She often tried tempers and had a fiery one of her own. But she would not have been Bleez if she was not like that.

The planet, however, did not seem to have an intelligent lifeform – not one they could converse with in their language or with a translator, after all. Even though it was humid and jungle-like, rich in plant and animal life, the rockier, rougher region that they had crash landed on to had a deep cave system, keeping them up from the canopy below. It was not the best place, however, to work on the spaceship, using the tools brought along in the emergency on board compartment to the best of their ability.

Some things, however, were not their forte… Especially not with big cat-like animals stalking below them, peering up with curiosity. As they had not seen anyone like them before, at the bare minimum, at least the strange creatures did not see them as prey, which was something. The cat-like creatures would not have been all that difficult to fight off, if required, but everyone would have preferred to avoid causing a scuffle and drawing attention to themselves.

The tropical climate wrapped itself around them, sinking into their skin and bones, Star Sapphire struggling with her outfit as they all fought not to overheat so swiftly. The animals they saw were stark in colour, not like anything they had ever seen before, though it was interesting how the eye wanted to liken animals they found, even the big, elephant-like ones with multiple, waving trunks, to creatures they already knew of.

Arisia crossed her arms and tried to contain herself, even as frustration bubbled and boiled inside her. It wasn't fair, no… Not to be stuck there, not when they had so much to be getting on with!

But she couldn't find anything to be as much help with, no matter how much she lingered around the spaceship, balanced on a rocky crag, though it was debatable as to whether it would be able to lift off again and gain enough upward thrust. She'd just been keen to get out on her first real mission with other Justice League members, though things had changed from her being solely with the Green Lantern Corps. Perhaps things with the Justice League simply did not go as smoothly?

Yet that was not for her to say, not quite yet, even if she was tempted to make a snap decision on the matter. There was a problem with Mera and Terra, however, in that they could not survive outside the gravitational protection of the spaceship like the others, which was why the repair of it was essential. Although Arisia was the least familiar with Terra, the tight pull of her lips and the furrow between her brows told a tale that Terra did not seem ready to vocalise. Maybe she was worried or maybe she was in pain. Either way, Arisia kept a close eye on her, striving to be as discreet as possible.

Wonder Woman divided those that could into small groups and pairs to seek resources to repair the ship – thankfully, the cave system under them in the rocky crags and caverns boasted a wealth of minerals. They would do well to get the engines of the spaceship firing again, even if digging into the caves for iron deposits, which could be used to make steel to repair the damaged hull of the ship and the buckled quadrant, was not the most thrilling of activities.

On the contrary… It was dirty and crude and not at all what she had thought they would all be getting into. Still, Arisia held her tongue and did all that she needed, cave diving with the others and even wading through still, stagnant water, the reek of which clung to her. Even with her powers, she didn't like being in the water in the dark, a primal instinct urging her to get out of there, out of the cave – back into light and safety.

However, they didn't have much luck finding everything they needed to repair the ship in there, even if considerable progress had been made. They had only managed to also make wristwatches for those who had to stay within the energy field of the ship for their safety, so they would be able to head further down the rockier, craggier area to the beach. Power Girl headed up the two-person team of her and Bleez who set up camp in the later part of the afternoon, though Arisia charted the progress of the sun mentally: the days were longer there than she was used to. She didn't know if the continued light was comforting, to not yet be plunged into darkness, or comforting. Either way, they'd manage with all of them there and she was sure they'd get out of things – hopefully sooner rather than later.

I'll just head back to the ship to get something to eat, she thought. There has to be time for a break.

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At least, she needed a rest to recover somewhat, her step heavy as she trudged from one of the lower caves, set on the edge of the rich jungle, back up to the ship. The camp had been set up down at the beach, which meant there would be space to rest and eat down there, though her growling stomach demanded more.

A small, white cat-like creature with antennae and too many legs to truly be a cat followed her up to the ship, though she only giggled, her spirits lightened a little. It must have thought she could be a tasty meal but, of course, Arisia was not the sort to be taken down so lightly – especially when the feline creature was around the size of a wildcat: not a domestic house cat by any means but not a predator she was particularly worried by.

“You'll have to find yourself dinner somewhere else," she told it firmly, though spared it a scratch behind the ears as the creature tilted its head and grunted softly. “I'm sure there's plenty up here for something like you, you're resourceful enough."

However, the feline pulled at her heartstrings somewhat and followed her all the way back to the ship as she grabbed a quick snack from her quarters in there – and some dried meat for the cat-like creature too. She wasn't completely without empathy, after all, even after exhausting herself in the cavern system.

“Here you go."

She laid the meat down for the creature and smiled when they took the offering immediately, though it clearly proved chewier than they had anticipated, from how hard they were made to work their jaws to get it down. They'd manage it, however, she was sure of it, and something settled inside her after feeding the small, strange animal. If she didn't have to go out on so many missions – well, Arisia had chosen to make that her life – she would have rather liked a pet for herself too. It was just another little thing from Earth that had rubbed off on her, even if it had not quite been expected.

The feline didn't seem to want to cause her any harm, however, and curled up on the chest at the foot of her bed quite happily, though she kept an eye on it. She'd never live it down if it tried to take a bite out of her – though it would most likely be Bleez who mocked her for such an incident until the end of her days. It didn't seem to be interested in hunting or harming her, however, and she shook her head at it.

“Well, you can stay there for now," she said, not feeling as foolish as she'd thought she would, talking to a cat-type creature. “But you'll have to go when we're ready to take off again, I can't take you with me."

In true feline form, the cat-creature merely grumbled and flicked a tail with a bud-like shape at the end, like what may have been seen on a flower, over its face. Its meaning was clear and it definitely didn't seem to either want or need Arisia's company. She grinned at it.

But where have the others got to?

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She couldn't hear them down around the caves anymore and the ship was clearly empty too, though there was the camp down by the beach also. With a sigh, Arisia forced her body into motion, a dull ache rolling through her she'd really rather ignore, if at all possible. Sleep and rest were needed, yet she didn't want to sleep if they were all still out there working.

The camp on the beach seemed to have been set up so they could sleep under the stars and Arisia emerged there to find it as empty as the ship had been, arranged with sleeping areas and seating areas – and, of course, a burning fire. That settled her, something about the flames soothing, even if she knew what harm fire could cause too.

“Hm…" She muttered under her breath, not raising her voice all that much while she was busy talking to herself. “This is a bit awkward… Where is everyone?"

She didn't all that much feel like raising her voice more loudly to shout, in case there was something out there that would like to cause her more of a problem than the cat-like creature sleeping in her quarters, but perhaps she'd have to. Ducking back into the edge of the jungle, heat and dampness clinging to her skin, Arisia made a face. Where was everyone? Where was she supposed to go?

“Arisia…"

She paused, listening, though put the sound down to the wind. At least, until it came again.

“Arisia…"

More loudly that time, clearer too.

“Hm?"

Arisia stilled, glancing over. Had someone called her?

To her surprise, however, it was Terra – crouched down nearer the water away from their camp. The fact she wasn't wearing her usual pants, skintight so they could easily slip under her bodysuit too, didn't escape Arisia's notice, though she tried not to look too closely. If Terra had to go to the bathroom, to urinate, well…who was she to judge her? It was not as if Arisia didn't have needs too that determined attention, needing to relieve her bowels too more often due to the nature of her work.

“Hey… Come over here."

She followed Terra's beckoning, though she didn't really want to be standing over her while she was peeing. It was a bit awkward, but, if Terra didn't think it was awkward, then Arisia was going to do her best to make it all look as normal as possible. She didn't know what customs Terra was used to, after all. Still, she often seemed to be the one putting herself out to make another comfortable, even though that was not quite something she had devoted much attention to before.

The waves on the shore, light and lapping, caught her attention, though Arisia did her best to smile as she stood over Terra: close but not too close. She hoped that was polite enough.

“Sorry to catch you," Terra said easily. “You just missed everyone. It looks like Kara found a swimming hole on the way back from the cave… Everyone is going to get properly cleaned up after climbing around in that filth."

Arisia blinked – and then realised Terra was referred to Power Girl as her real name. How strange. But they could call one another what they wanted and she didn't really have a say in any of that.

“Okay," she said. “Where is it, did you see?"

“Mhm."

Terra pointed back over her right shoulder, away from Arisia.

“It's over there, not all that far. You should still be in earshot, you know, if you needed to shout for anything. It seems fairly safe down here, so far."

“Ugh, that'd be great."

Arisia shuddered. Her outfit was marked and dirtied, but it was the grime that felt engrained into her skin that got to her the most. Washing her hair and clothes would be a start – and very much appreciated.

“I already checked out the swimming hole," Terra said. “But you can see I had other more pressing business to get sorted first."

“Mm, I understand that."

But only then did Arisia look a little more closely, even though she didn't really feel right about staring at Terra when she was, clearly, in a rather compromising position.

“Ugh…" Terra grunted. “Ah, for fuck's sake… Why won't this shit…just come?"

Arisia blushed, heat racing to her cheeks. Such language! Not that she hadn't heard similar from the more foul-mouthed teammates over time, particularly those affiliated closely with rage. Bleez was known to be sharp and crude of tongue a lot of the time, yet Arisia had not been expecting it from Terra.

For a very thick, large log of poop bore out from her backside, her outfit tugged aside where she was still wearing her bodysuit, exposing only what she had to. Yet the poop seemed to be a tough one, hard and dark with the surface cracked lightly where the strain had forced it out. Arisia had faced her fair share of bowel movements that had been difficult in the past, though a pang of sympathy for Terra would not be misplaced by any means.

“Unff… Ah, fuck… This stupid…fuck… Unggghhh…"

She groaned, heat crawling down her neck, though Arisia felt for her, especially where Terra's skin was hot and red and flushed. It was obvious, even to her, just how much difficulty Terra was having with her bowel movement, fighting to push it all out and bear down, squeezing it out as cleanly as she could. But sometimes the difficult things like that just didn't want to come cleanly.

It was rough and crude and clearly dirty in a way that had Terra squirming. She grunted, shaking her head, her head tipping forward so her hair fell in front of her face, though it was not long enough to fully hide her from view.

“Unff… Fuck… This…"

Terra sighed and Arisia politely averted her eyes – which was pretty easy for her. Despite that strange, burning flicker of curiosity deep within her, she knew she shouldn't have been staring at anyone having a bowel movement or going to the bathroom in any way. The other member of Green Lantern Corp, well… They often had to go more often too, but that didn't make it any more comfortable for Arisia too. She always felt like the odd one out.

With a grunt, Terra closed her eyes, ignoring the embarrassment the best she could.

“I…will…" She forced out. “Join…you…in a…bit…"

She forced herself to be quiet, clearly, but it was not for Arisia to judge her in what she was doing, no.

Terra pushed roughly between every phrase, seemingly not able to say anything and push at the same time. Arisia could sympathise with that – and the hard, muscular contractions Terra was going through, just to go to the bathroom.

Arisia nodded and backed off with a soft nod.

“Of course…"

Terra didn't seem bothered by the fact Arisia was there and Arisia lingered a little longer, backing away, even if Terra didn't look like she noticed she was there anymore, not at all. The woman swore and grunted, her toes curling down into the ground, pressing against the material of her boots as it protruded out softly. Yet it couldn't be helped, not as the hugely thick, long log of waste was expelled.

It was massive, egregiously thick, so much so that Arisia could not help but wince in sympathy, at least glad it was not coming out of her backside. The bowel movement looked to be one that had needed to be excreted for quite some time already, but that made sense too – they had been on the starship, before the crash landing, for quite some time also.

Yet Terra managed it, rocking lightly back and forth as if that small movement alone helped her get it out, bearing down and pushing with all her might as, finally, the long log dropped to the ground. At twenty-eight inches, it was more than large enough to make someone's stomach churn and grumble, and Arisia winced once again in sympathy.

After expelling that first log, lying ostentatiously on the ground with crackling down the length, showing off just how big and thick it was, there was more to come. Arisia could not have said whether Terra knew she was there, though she had an inkling of an idea that it didn't matter either. Terra didn't seem all that bothered by being watched.

Yet it was obvious in how she had pushed so viciously that it had been hard and compacted, needing to contract and tense muscles that never usually came into play just to get it out of her. It was a hard job, being a superhero and not being able to go to the bathroom as often as was needed, though it was something they all had to find a way to get through, one way or another. Everyone dealt with it.

Yet that first poop was swiftly followed by a much smaller one. That was still thick, but not as much, coming out at nine inches as Terra followed up with more swearing, despite that one sliding from her with greater ease. It seemed she was a bit of a potty mouth, but Arisia only chuckled faintly and covered her lips, though she had no need of being polite in a moment like that.

As the second log of poop dropped, a little lighter in colour with a richer, almost more golden shade to the texture, Arisia truly felt the big sigh of relief Terra gave. With how compacted and compressed the first log had been, Terra must have been quite uncomfortable when they had been back up on the starship, though it was not something she'd thought of, quite honestly, up there.

Wait… Arisia blinked, taking another shuffling step back through the undergrowth, thinking she was lingering a little too long, even then. Is there more?

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And there was, just when she thought that there could not possibly be any more waste to come from Terra, no. She bore down more easily that time and started pushing out a very thin poop that, for some reason, had enough weight to it and flexibility in its length to coil up under Terra.

Arisia stared, not even realising what she was doing. That one was softer and lighter – and yet still had enough substance to it to not break apart as Terra excreted it, which was fascinating in itself. She just didn't know, not in the slightest, how that could be so, how one body could contain so much that was different. And just how had Terra not been in such discomfort beforehand either?

It coiled and coiled, twisting around and around, just like a rope. There didn't seem to be any end to it and Arisia blinked, not even realising how much time was passing while she watched. She was only thankful that her own stomach was not gurgling and cramping, telling her she too needed to go to the bathroom. Arisia was not sure she would have welcomed such a thing after watching Terra struggle so much.

“Do you need something?"

Terra blinked up at her, staring at her where Arisia, quite clearly, had not retreated as far as she'd realised. Not that they had really said their goodbyes anyway or said anything at all about what Terra was doing, but it was still awkward!

“Oh!"

Arisia took another step back, blushing hard, her neck searing with heat. Was she really just standing there watching Terra have a bowel movement? How embarrassing! She'd never been caught before! Even if she had been a little too curious from time to time, she was sure, in the past… It just hadn't come up.

“No… No…" Arisia rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly and waved at Terra, feeling a bit out of place even then. “Just got lost thinking about something else, the mission is taking a lot of energy from me so far. Thank you for the information, Terra."

Terra smiled briefly, returning to her task of completing her bowel movement. It was clear that, for her, that was the more pressing issue demanding her attention.

“Not a problem."

Arisia took that as her cue to definitely leave that time, turning around and fully heading in the direction Terra had pointed out, purpose in her stride. She'd just have to put Terra's bowel movement from her mind, somehow, and focus on the also important task of getting all cleaned up as soon as possible.

“Unff… Where is this…swimming hole?"

She vaguely knew what a swimming hole was from something Power Girl had told her about her time on Earth, though they had all been all over the place. More than just a pond or a lake, it was a shallow enough span of water that would allow them to safely and easily get in and out of the water, clear and fresh with a spring feeding it. That would keep the flow of water soft through the swimming area, so they didn't have to concern themselves with being swept away, even if a superhero, most likely, would not be swayed by such a thing, even then. They were stronger than that, of course.

She pushed her way through the thick, jungle-like undergrowth, heat clinging to her skin, hating how she sweated. It just made her feel sweatier and grimier than she already was, her attention firmly fixed on herself and her needs. At that time, it really needed to be.

She broke through into a more open area, sunshine dancing down through a gap in the canopy, surprised to find it there, so close to the ocean. Yet Arisia did not know the topography of the land they had crashed into, even if they would most likely have to all become familiar with it before making their escape.

It was beautiful, however, startling in how simple it was with a waterfall flowing into a small, pristine pond, a stream feeding off from it down to the ocean. She took a soft breath, taking a moment to take it all in, flower petals floating across the surface of the crystal-clear pond. Even as she climbed down to it, she could see the bottom, a small, gentle slope allowing the others to enter the water easily. There was a rockier section, good for sitting and washing clothes, or even just dangling feet in the water, recovering after the mission had gone a little awry so far. It would be back on track soon enough, but that could wait.

Arisia paused at the edge of the water, curling her toes in the sand. Voices drifted across the water and she cast her gaze over to where several of the other superheroes, though it always felt odd to refer to them like that, had used several long vines to create a clothesline of sorts. Drawing the vines taut between two trees, they at least had a place to hang their suits so they could dry on a makeshift laundry line. It was rough and ready, but more than good enough to do in a pinch.

Arisia took her breath, still cautious about her bodily needs and attire when she was around others, but she had to move on with things. She couldn't just keep her dirty suit on. So, she focused on herself, sliding her arms out of it and twisting around to undo the fastening at the back, right at the top, the base of her neck. It took a deal of flexibility, muscles pulling, for her to reach it, but that was not so bad as she exhaled softly.

It was being nude around others that caught her attention, though she tried not to think about it so much. It was difficult, however, as five other heroes chatted to one another, on the edge of the water not too far from her, choosing a soft spot to enter the water.

Mera, Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Bleez and Star Sapphire were all naked, though Mera certainly looked the most comfortable in the water; it was where the redhead spent most of her time, after all, though she had taken to coming on missions too. Things had changed greatly for her.

“Ugh, it'll be a pleasure to get this grime off me," Wonder Woman said, wrinkling her nose delicately as she waded into the water at the head of the group. “This was not how I anticipated this going."

Mera's long, muscular legs drew Arisia's attention as she stared at them, the light bubbles of conversation between them doing little to cover up their nakedness. Though it was not as if any of them had anything at all to be ashamed of, no, not in the slightest.

Power Girl raised her hand to greet Arisia, though dropped it again, lightly hanging her arm across her chest as if she was discreetly trying to hide her chest from view. Maybe she was also embarrassed? She had big breasts, though, when she hadn't got her outfit on, and her body was thicker at the hips, giving her a pleasant hourglass shape.

“With glutes like that, Wonder Woman," Mera teased faintly, “you shouldn't have any problem flying through the air. Is that where you get all your thrust from?"

Wonder Woman scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes, though seemed to not be able to resist a slight smirk and a grin in turn. Arisia raised her eyebrows. She wouldn't have taken the superhero to be someone who leaned into a slightly dirty joke like that, though it seemed Mera was testing the waters too.

“Not all of us can have your streamlined shape, Mera," Wonder Woman complimented her in turn. “I'd ask if you've been working out, though I know it all comes from swimming. Doesn't it?"

“Mostly," Mera confessed. “But Power Girl has been showing me how to train some smaller muscles, that may not get as much focus, in the weights room back at headquarters too."

“Mmm," Power Girl agreed, though she angled her shapely body slightly away from the others, trying to be modest. “Yes… I think sometimes we can forget that we benefit from training too like that. We can be a bit complacent in our powers… I'd hate to find any of us in a situation where our powers are depleted and we couldn't fight back."

It was not a situation Arisia liked the idea of either, but perhaps compound training and cross training would be more beneficial for her too. She'd have to keep that in mind, though it looked like there were plenty of them there who would be more than willing to help her out with it.

It was strange, even to her, to see them so at ease with complimenting one another. She hadn't heard that too freely, though even Bleez got in on it, speaking directly to Star Sapphire.

“I must say," she drawled, dropping her tone an octave as she sank into the water, splashing it up over her body, seeming to relish in the cool. “You have a powerful figure, Star Sapphire…and sizeable assets too."

Star Sapphire smiled faintly and rubbed her shoulder with the opposite hand. If Arisia was reading her correctly, Star Sapphire didn't seem quite at ease with the compliments and attention, though maybe that would change for her too. Arisia was already thinking she should become more at ease with that. Not that it would change anything in the greater scheme of things, but it might change things for her, in how she saw herself.

She stared too openly as she ran her gaze over Power Girl's body. She had rather large breasts too, though didn't quite seem as sizeable as Star Sapphire, though Arisia found it hard to judge things like that – especially when the light was dancing back from the water, splashing up their bodies. It made them seem even more exotic and enticing, powerful and confident in their capabilities.

She watched as Power Girl sank down in the water, slowly dunking her head under, water streaming off her as she rose once more. She stood and Arisia sucked in a tiny breath, admiring the sheen of water on her breasts, how her nipples were perked up a little more, clearly responding to the cool of the water. They hung down softly under their own weight in a nice curve on the underside, without Power Girl's suit to hold them up and in place anymore.

She was, however, the largest of the superheroes – and that was not something Arisia had to ogle anyone else to be able to tell, considering the size difference. The others – Star Sapphire, maybe – were kind of close in size, but Power Girl's bust was so much obviously larger out of her suit that Arisia could not help but wonder both how Power Girl managed to get them into her suit in the first place and how, maybe, they would feel if she had breasts of that size on her chest too. They had to be heavy, but Power Girl was strong and had a fair amount of smooth, powerful muscle in her back to keep her body poised and honed.

Her whole body was powerful and Arisia could certainly appreciate where the work came into play, the fitness and exercise. Her shoulders were moderate, but Arisia's eyes did not pause there but dipped lower to her abdominals where the oblique lines were visible, to the moderate bush of hair at her pussy. It was a little less obvious now that she was wet, the hair flattening down as much as it could to her skin, though the faint, light blonde would have softened lightly against her body too.

Her thighs were thicker and more noticeable, as if Power Girl had been focusing on her lower body more than usual. Wonder Woman had a similar build and Arisia briefly wondered if that meant that Power Girl was, at least in some way, trying to model her body on Wonder Woman. Everyone had their own level of fitness and build, however, sometimes suited to their powers, but she still appreciated the smooth, controlled lines of muscle in Power Girl's body.

Wonder Woman too was tall and sleek, keeping her hair out of the water as she methodically bent over and washed from her feet all the way up her calves to her knees and her thighs. She seemed to be taking everything carefully, one thing at a time, though she was somewhat harried by the fact that she didn't have anything to wash herself with. That could have been problematic but all of them could only do so much, after all, doing the best with the resources they had.

Wonder Woman's shoulders, however, were broader and her breasts rose proudly on her chest. The nipples still seemed soft on her chest and Arisia wondered just what they would feel like if she brushed her fingers over them, circling around. Not that she was attracted to the other superheroine, no, but she was most certainly a little curious about the bodies of others. She'd just not had that life experience and, considering the taboos some had around nudity and being open with it, it was no wonder at all that it had come to be with her too.

Arisia, however, was surprised to see that Wonder Woman had trimmed her pubic hair nice and short, though it stood out against her pale skin as it was still so dark. That couldn't be helped as it was the colour of the hair on her body, though Wonder Woman must have maintained it recently as it was shaved into a neat triangle too. Arisia didn't quite know how she would even go about trimming her own pubic hair, if she even wanted to do that, though maybe a small pair of personal scissors would have done?

It was not something she had any experience of, though she would not have denied (maybe) just how she admired Wonder Woman's body. There was a light definition of abdominal muscles there too, showing just how much strain her body was under, despite many putting her physique down to her abilities and powers. Her waist had a sharp, neat tuck to it, pulling in, with a wider flare to her hips that still was not as broad as her shoulders. Everything about her spoke of power and her glutes tightened, just as had already been pointed out, whenever she bent over, activating them and tensing them.

It was a good look on her, even as Arisia took in her full figure, eyes last running over her pubic hair once more.

Mera, on the other hand, had a full, red bush at her crotch, the curl of it matching the hair on her head, though Arisia was sure she had a small smattering of red hair on her arms too, even if she rarely saw Mera out of her green suit, with a pattern on it that always reminded her of fish scales. Arisia peered at her carefully, admiring faintly just how beads of water clung to her pubic hair, the bush of red there catching the light. It stood out starkly against the pale skin of her crotch and legs, though they were thick too and smooth with powerful muscle.

Arisia wouldn't have minded having legs like that too, though she would have to do an awful lot more swimming for it to be a figure that she could pull off herself. And she wasn't all that interested in working on her body for looks alone, even if she would have liked to have more physical power. Like others had said, it was useful if they were ever captured or caught in a situation where they had to reply on their physical prowess, their powers stripped, to get out of a difficult time.

She mused over Mera's calves, which were well rounded and formed at the back of her leg, though not too large. That made sense too, as it was a muscle used in swimming, of course, but not one that strongly came into play. Mera waded deeper, up to her crotch, and Arisia was forced to sweep her gaze higher, trying to make it look like she was busy washing her own body, slipping entirely out of her suit and sliding it into the water. Though Arisia was distracted in the sense that she didn't know whether to cleanse herself fully first or deal with her outfit, some part of her wanting to cover her modesty out there too.

But she couldn't try to hide her nudity there, not when everyone else was naked and uncaring – at least as far as she could see. As Mera turned her back to her, her laugh rich and musical on the air, Arisia took in her glutes, how they pulled in a little to frame the muscle better and show off the strength that easily lay in Mera's body. The curve of her backside begged attention and Arisia's fingers twitched with the intrusive thought she would rather have liked to touch it, to see just if it was as strong and as firm as it looked to be. But that was definitely not the kind of thought she would ever act upon – just one that popped into her head, entirely unbidden, and brought the rise of a flush to her cheeks.

She tried to slide her attention away, just a little more, knowing that she couldn't linger on Mera forever. Yet the swimmer's strong shoulders and how they rounded out with muscle pulled at something within her, parting her lips faintly to take in a breath. She was not attracted to the others, not the women or any women, for that matter, but…she could still appreciate them and their physical form.

What that exactly meant for Arisia, for she was the one peeping on them and not for the first time, even if it had been a lot briefer before in the showers, was something she'd have to unpack at a much later date. The moment was better to focus on as Bleez smirked and pointed out the narrow tuck of Star Sapphire's waist, though Bleez, to be fair, was slimmer still. She came from an entirely different world to Star Sapphire.

“Slimness isn't prized on my planet," Bleez said, speaking with a calm yet firm air as if she was above everyone there, though Arisia hoped she would soften in time and come to relax more around the other superheroes. “Power and anger… That is where the red of rage comes from."

“Rage can be more potent still when it comes from justice," Wonder Woman commented, though Bleez rolled her eyes, bending over at the waist to wash off her head and let water run down her neck, cooling her. “But I think you already know that."

“That may be true, but I don't tell you how to use your powers, Wonder Woman."

“Are you always his sharp?" Power Girl said, uncharacteristically forward, her blue eyes sharp as they fixed on Bleez. “Your tongue is the feature we'd notice the most about you, Bleez."

Bleez scoffed but didn't comment, for she was not the kind of person, not even in a situation like that, who felt that she needed to. A sharp tongue, Arisia was sure, would be seen as a compliment to her too, though it was strange that they had gone from praising breasts to buttocks to the quickness of Bleez' tongue. If Arisia had a dirtier mind, she would have considered that to have sexual connotations – yet that was not the kind of scenario she could ever imagine Bleez being in.

Her lips twitched and she distracted herself by looking over Bleez, from head to toe, where her black pubic hair had been trimmed a little shorter than usual. From what she had, in passing, seen of Bleez, she didn't grow all that much hair on her body and her skin could be seen through the bush at her crotch, which was small and neat. Everything about Bleez came with a sense of contracted, as if her rage had been squeezed into a smaller form than it should have taken, which only fuelled the fire within her even more. She was long and lean, even if her muscles were defined, though Arisia could not hide her surprise at seeing the abdominal muscles showing clearly on her belly. She hadn't thought that having those was something Bleez would show off, though she had not seen her bare of any costume covering her stomach either, that had to be said.

The bones of her hips stood out slightly, but in an angular, beautiful way. Truly, Arisia did not think there was anything about any of the superheroes that she could have thought was ugly – but perhaps she was not that kind of person. Bleez' shoulders were a little on the narrower side and the sweeping lines of her body begged the eye to roam upward to follow them, turning side-on to Arisia.

Her breasts too were moderate, though they looked to be just about the right size for her body. Arisia knew just how much having an overly large bust would have put Bleez off, if that had been the case, and was glad for her that it was not so. Still, she had to be a C-cup and handled herself well, her breasts tugged down very faintly – but only that. They were tight and perky, the nipples a darker shade than the rest of her skin. Arisia smiled briefly at how small and pert they were, seeming to not quite be in keeping with the rest of Bleez' body and her personality. Yet she was who she was, water streaming off her glistening skin as she washed herself, even sweeping her hands between her legs to ensure she was as clean as possible.

No one would have wanted Bleez to be anything else, the muscles in her back standing out faintly, though she was mostly smooth there, except when she was contracting them. And Bleez was more relaxed, even as she did throw a compliment to Power Girl about the muscles in her arms. It was not even backhanded and Power Girl smiled back to her, the mood softened and lightened even further.

Bleez stood tall again, stretching her arms out above her head and drawing the eye to the long, smooth, lean lines of her body. Even though she was slimmer, there was a sense of softness about her buttocks that Arisia could not really say was the case for Mera, though others had a light layer of fat over their glutes to soften their appearance.

Arisia shook her head faintly, not wanting to draw attention to herself as she washed her legs, dirt streaming from her into the water. She'd have to dunk her head under it sooner or later but didn't want to yet make a big splash. It felt like it would draw too much attention to herself.

If she had been included in the conversation, like she had when everyone had greeted one another, Arisia wondered just what part of her body they would praise. It was strange to think of something like that, for she never really considered herself physically – but Arisia was also different from many others, who were not superheroes, in the sense that they did not put down or belittle their own bodies. She hadn't heard any of the superheroes speaking ill of themselves but had seen a lot of it when she had gone to Earth to speak to the Justice League and engage the alliance with the Green Lantern Corps. It was even on billboards and on the TVs there, every screen depicting something about how a woman's body had to be different in some way, even if Arisia was not at all sure how someone would need to be different. The only things that she thought her body could benefit from were in physical strength and prowess, which made sense to her. And she certainly did not feel bad about not meeting a “standard" there or anything at all like that.

The only one of them that Arisia had not peeked at so far was Star Sapphire. And she did, to be fair to her, have quite sizeable assets, as had been put earlier. Star Sapphire looked to be the one of them who was trying to be as modest and as discreet with her body as possible, though that was difficult when it came to communal bathing.

It was not a bad thing that she had a sweeping hourglass figure, however, something that would surely be pleasing to a partner – but it was all about how Star Sapphire felt in her skin. Maybe Arisia would dig that information out of her later, prying her open just a little more, as she eyed up her buttocks, how soft and round they looked. They appeared so full, the flesh jiggling faintly with every shift of her weight, water lapping up around her thighs, so her calves were hidden by the dancing surface.

That was a shame, but still left Arisia with plenty to compare to, letting her eyes wander between Power Girl's breasts and Star Sapphire's, noting that Star Sapphire's were a little smaller than Power Girl's. They had to sag faintly under their own weight, not as perky as Bleez', though there was a distinct size difference to be considered there too. But the nipples were a nice size, in proportion with the size of her breasts, though that was hardly the sort of thing a body would mind when forming initially. There may have been a touch of hair there, as her hair was so dark, but that was all a natural part of a body too.

The other superheroes must have, in some way, shaved their legs or removed hair from themselves, Arisia thought. She usually could take care of it herself, but she had never seen Wonder Woman in particular with anything like the faintest of stubble on any part of her body. Maybe there was something in her powers that made it easier for her to take care of that, which Star Sapphire also did not have?

Ah, it wasn't something she wanted to think about too much, dunking her head as water streamed over her. Under the water, at least, she got a look at Star Sapphire's butt as she returned to deeper water, the soft, full flesh shimmering with reflections from the surface. Yet she did not stay down there, uneasy without being able to tell what was around her – and exhaled as she broke the barrier between water and air once more.

“Oof…"

“Finally joined us then, Terra?"

Arisia picked up her head as Terra joined them, though she had to blink water from her eyes. She murmured a greeting to Terra, choosing to pretend that she had seen nothing at all back in the jungle, when Terra had been going to the bathroom. Like with a couple of other instances where she too had found herself in need of having a bowel movement in a hurry, it was something, surely, that could not be helped. She owed it to Terra to give her that dignity and privacy, even then.

“It's still humid out here," Terra scoffed lightly, though more in a sense that she was trying to find common ground with Arisia, rather than complaining. “Is it like this where you are from? I wonder if I could go there one day."

Arisia smiled.

“I'm sure you could, maybe we'd even have a mission there," she said. “But I admit anything involving my home planet strikes a little too close to home in my heart, regardless of how I am a defender of it and more, along with the other Green Lanterns."

“Mmm, I can understand that," Terra agreed. “But we do what we do not because we want to, but because we must."

Terra shot Arisia a look out of the corner of her eye and, without actively putting words to it, Arisia sensed something of a kindred spirit in her. Even though she was a friend of Power Girl's, there was something there that Terra could not live up to; even on that mission, the ship and the energy field had protected her until they could replicate it into a wristwatch Terra could take with her. She was vulnerable out there – and for more reasons than Arisia honestly had to be worried about herself.

She should give Terra more credit.

Arisia let a comfortable, soft silence sit between them as she worked carefully over her suit in the water. She wished she had something with which to clean it, but, well, there was only so much to work with there, so she'd have to make do, just like the others. Dirt flowed from her outfit and she smiled, a subtle sense of satisfaction warming her through. Washing her own clothes, when there were more often than not facilities to do that for her, was not something Arisia needed to do all that often. Surely she would not continue doing it, though it was good to find some satisfaction in the moment.

Still, she indulged just a little and eye up Terra out of the corner of her eye, striving for the utmost discretion, considering just what had happened between them out in the jungle. She wanted to be careful, after all, though Terra did not seem at all bothered by her own nudity, not in the slightest, as she stripped entirely down and tossed her full outfit in a bundle on to a nearby, flattish rock. It would have to do for the moment and yet revealed her body fully to Arisia in what seemed like mere moments.

“You know," Terra said, as if the thought had only just occurred to her. “I'm a bit surprised to see the others like this."

“Oh?" Arisia paused, not knowing what to say. “You mean… Uh…"

She waved her hand a little, though she didn't quite know how to put it. The others were nude, yes, but that was normal amongst their group – and with others across the galaxy that she had come across in passing.

Terra laughed and shook her head.

“No, no… Well, they do seem rather open about it," she admitted. “But I wanted to see how this feels."

She gestured at her crotch and Arisia's eyes dropped, surprised to find that she was completely bare down there. In their group, at that time, she was the only one who seemed to have completely shaved their pubic hair, everything smooth and glowing faintly, as if her skin was paler down there too. Which would have made sense, considering it was a part of her body that usually would have been covered up.

“Oh…" Arisia floundered for words, trying not to stare, even though it had been Terra who had drawn her attention to her shaved crotch. “Hm… What about it? Do you, uh…like it?"

She didn't quite know what to say, for it had been a while since she'd trimmed or shortened her own pubic hair, though she'd wondered too what it would feel like, if it would increase the sensation for her. Or if it would simply be more comfortable, considering how form-fitting her suit was under normal circumstances. She didn't like feeling like she was moving uncomfortably or being restricted in any way, not when she was out on a mission. And it could sometimes get ever so slightly tight down there, even if that wasn't something Arisia wanted to admit to herself all that much.

“Hm, I'm not so sure yet," Terra said. “I'm still getting used to it. You keep yours a little short – is that easier to manage?"

Arisia blushed, embarrassed to have her body looked at more closely, even though she'd been doing exactly the same thing to everyone else. It really wasn't any different, not when it came down to it.

“Hm, well, I can always make sure the skin underneath is in good condition when it's short, and it fits with my outfit better," Arisia offered, though she didn't really know what to say. “I didn't like it too full and natural, not when I'm out in the field so much."

Terra studied her too obviously: not directly but not quite out of the corner of her eye either.

“That makes sense," she commented. “It's smooth like this, but it's a lot of upkeep to keep shaving it every few days."

“I can understand that," Arisia said. “It'd be hard to keep up with going out on missions, we don't always have access to suitable facilities to take care of things like that."

“I didn't even bring a razor with me out here – and would I really want to contaminate the water and the natural ecosystem with shaving cream?"

Of course, Terra didn't have any powers that may or may not have been used to control body hair, so Arisia simply nodded. It was the safest thing to do, although the corner of her lips twitched at just how ludicrous the whole thing felt.

It didn't help either that she felt hot and clammy, awkward and uncomfortable, with the subject matter. It just wasn't her thing, even if she had been the one staring and looking over everyone, even if all that was purely for her own curiosity.

“You shouldn't contaminate other ecosystems," Arisia agreed. “I've never taken care of my, ah, body hair when I've been on a mission. I always do it when I'm back home, back at base in my quarters. Maybe something like that would work better for you too?"

“Hm, perhaps you are right."

Terra smiled at her as if they had solved a great mystery together, although it was just a small thing, even if it was quite intimate for Arisia to be talking about. But maybe more members of the Justice League were open about that manner of things and she would have to learn how to be more open about it. That wasn't such a bad thing, as long as she wasn't the only one doing so.

She focused on washing her outfit as Terra slipped into a comfortable silence with her. Birdsong warbled through the air, deeper than anything she had heard before, though she could get used to it. Maybe that little white feline-creature would even still be in her quarters when she returned. Even if she didn't really think she could take it with them as a pet, it was a nice thing to have around.

The others left, letting them know first that they were heading back to camp, some wearing their outfits and others simply comfortable with their nudity, like Wonder Woman. She didn't seem to care that her breasts were out and Arisia wondered if that was simply how things were in her culture. They were all from such different places in the galaxy, yet it was sometimes easy to forget that when they all came together to fight for the greater good.

That too was something she had to remember.

Her arms and shoulders were still dirty as she finished washing her suit and Arisia slipped back down into the deeper water to truly cleanse herself, wishing that she had soap or a washcloth – anything at all to make the entire process just a little easier. But she had what she had and settled into the process, running her fingers through her hair and rubbing deeply into her scalp to work all the small debris of dirt free.

With Terra, it was comfortable, a small smile softening her lips. They were both trying for the same thing, simply to get clean. And sometimes, even if uncomfortable questions were passed back and forth, that truly was enough.

With the mission ahead, they had already got to know one another more than Arisia had expected anyway.

Vignette Two

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Harley hummed a tune to herself as she did a backflip over the rooftop, the bounds of gravity not seeming to hold her as they did the rest of humanity. It was just a normal day for her, getting towards the tail end of the day – otherwise the jester was just a little bit on the bored side. With her trademark black and red outfit with the long boots and the corset-inspired top, she was outfitted both for comfort and to be the best example of a chaotic jester that she could ever be.

Not that Harley Quinn was trying to fit an image, however. It wasn't needed, no, not when she was rarely clued in on her own sanity, when she carved her own path in life, treating Gotham City as if it was her very own playground. In a sense, that was exactly what the city and its inhabitants were both to her.

“Hm… What a night… Well, it ain't night yet, heh."

She giggled, peering over the edge of the rooftop, not really caring where she was.

“No batty-bat-bat tonight," she huffed, her hands locked between her back as she swung back and forth, uncaring of the drop before her. “How boring… I don't see anyone out here to play with!"

Batman, of course, was her favourite to prank, though he wasn't around – so just what was she supposed to do?

Peering down, she smirked, lips quirking up on just the one side as she shook her head.

“Oh, yeah…" She said, pointing a finger gun at the figures below her. “Penguin people… Yeah, you'll do, boys!"

Just for a moment, after all, just as a passing fancy. Batman would have been more fun for her to prank but the gang members who worked for Penguin too would be good enough to keep her attention for just a little while.

She giggled as she gathered a few things, keeping an eye on the gang members who seemed to be smoking and hanging out by some vehicles, perhaps waiting for a drop. Harley wasn't really interested in them, it had to be said, though they probably weren't up to anything all that interesting. Batman would deal with them, though she doubted she'd ever bother working with Penguin's people anyway.

“Hm… Mhm… Mhm… Yeah… Yeah, that'll do!"

She worked quickly, booby trapping a big dumpster down an adjacent alleyway, a small device set up to play a recording. That was a classic, at least in Harley Quinn's bag of tricks, as she perched on top of the closed dumpster, squatting down low as she checked everything was set up. Damn, she was good at what she did!

“Hm… Let's see…"

She clicked a button, setting off the recording.

“Help… Help! Help, I'm tied up! They've got me! Help – heeeelllp!"

Harley giggled, her pigtails bouncing.

“Oh, yeah, that'll get them," she crowed. “No boy can resist a damsel in distress! Even though, yeah… They'd probably not be into helping someone anyway, nah… Not really."

That wasn't any of Harley Quinn's concern however, as she bounced up to a ledge higher up where a window had been boarded up, though badly. There seemed to be a set of offices around that area and some clubs, though it was a seedier part of town. Truthfully, there really was a reason that Gotham City was as riddled with crime as it was, the undercurrent of dirt staining the city forevermore. Not that Harley minded, no.

“Help! They've got me – ah! I can't get free! Help meeee! Please, someone! Someone's got to hear me! Someone's got to be out there!"

“Hey, did you hear that?"

Harley grinned and sank back into the shadows with a shiver of delight, waiting less than patiently for her prank to go off. Ohhhh, she was going to get them so good!

The Penguin gang members, who looked to be rougher sorts, a couple with thicker stubble around their chins, though she wasn't interested in them as people, gathered around the dumpster. She'd moved quietly while setting up her trap, though the first recording being set off had caught their attention initially, quieting their conversation. It was no matter to her, of course, not as she waited, setting off the recording again and watching them hang around the dumpster, not sure yet whether or not to open it up.

“I dunno, boss, she might be hurt in there."

“And what do you think you're going to do about it?" Another scoffed. “Pull her out, get her all bundled up nice and warm like? That's not you."

No, anyone they “rescued" probably wouldn't be in a much better state, though someone with a high ransom would, at the very least, be treated well until their ransom was paid.

“Come on," she muttered under her breath, holding herself back even though all she wanted to do was lean over the edge and hang there in her excitement. “Take the bait, boys, come on… Come on… It's not hard, use those brains in those stupid, thick skulls of yours…"

Of course, they were going to open it one way or the other, yet the moment their hands connected with the dumpster's cold, metal lid, Harley smashed another button.

BANG!

The lid of the dumpster flew open from where she had booby trapped it and – in a feat showing off her skill in concocting such a booby trap so swiftly – several mechanical hands launched out. They reeled, curses on their lips, but the hands launched pies at them, filled with cream and goo and anything she had been able to snatch from the bakery nearby.

“What the hell?"

The men flailed, scattering backwards, dripping in cream and apple pieces and cherries… Really, Harley Quinn had not been all that discerning in what she had grabbed, not in the slightest. It was just part of her little plan, the mechanical hands going still as chaos erupted, swears and foul language littering the air as they tried to get away.

“Ahahahahahahahaaaaaah!"

Harley squealed with laughter, peals of mirth ripping from her as she swung back and forth, her amusement echoing back and forth off the walls of the alleyway.

“Oh – oh! Oh, maaaan!" She crowed. “That was too good!"

Doubled over in laughter, she pulled back into the building, hiding within it, the boarded-up window allowing her to slink back inside with no trouble at all. Yet she couldn't stop her amusement from clawing its way out of her, pigtails bobbing and her sides aching from the force of her laughter. She was being too loud, of course, but she was sure she was more than safe enough there.

Not that it was the sort of thing Harley Quinn ever concerned herself all that much with. If she got herself into a sticky situation, for any reason, it was more than likely she'd be easily able to get herself out of it again. So where was anything for her to worry about?

What Harley did not know was that her laughter had attracted the attention of more gang members, working their way up the building from the inside as she scaled up swiftly to the roof, climbing on the outside as if the tiny handholds and cervices were no trouble at all to her.

“Oof, well, that's that."

The door to the rooftop creaked open behind her and she paused, glancing back.

“Ah… Hey there, fellas," she said with a frown, crossing her arms across her chest. “Come up here to join the party? Well, I've used up all my pies, but there's plenty more I can get to go all around…"

“Stupid bitch!"

They snarled, yanking her out with her arms pinned to her sides, though the jester was far from amused and not fearful of them in the slightest.

“Ugh!" Harley cursed and pulled herself free of them. “Sheesh, boys, it was just a harmless prank. No need to get so handsy!"

“You're the one that got into our stuff?" One demanded, a tall fellow with his hair half falling around his face so his features were obscured. “What's your angle, chick? Who you working for?"

“What? I don't work for no one," she said, brushing off her thighs of imaginary dust and standing tall. “No need to get all so rough with me, ain't you ever learned up to take a joke?"

Yet they were quick to grab her, disarming her swiftly, her large, painted hammer stolen and tucked away within the group. Yet their groping, prying hands and fingers dug into her clothes, uncovering several knives, a Katana and even a red and black revolver she had on her person.

“What are you packing all this heat for, lady?" They said. “Can't take chances with a crazy chick like you…"

The largest of the gang members, who seemed to have been down at in the alleyway when she had set off her pie booby trap, judging from the slick wetness on his dark clothes, stood over her, grunting under his breath.

“Hey… I recognise you…" He seemed to be the leader of the gang – at least the group that was out that night under Penguin's orders. “You're Joker's girlfriend, aren't you? His squeeze?"

“What?"

Harley swore and spat on the ground, her pigtails bobbing defiantly.

“I ain't with Joker anymore! Screw him! Who wants to be with that tired ass old clown anyway!"

Of course, it still hurt and there was trauma to be unpacked there, though it was not as if she could sort it right then and there. It would likely remain with her until the end of her days. The gang leader, on the other hand, smirked creepily, lips twitching to reveal a glint of teeth and a gold tooth.

“Well… That works out well for us, doesn't it, lads? We wouldn't want to piss him off – and that don't seem to be all that much of a problem anymore if he's gone off and dumped you! Maybe Joker will even have a nice reward in it for us for eliminating you!"

They laughed, though it was not like Harley Quinn's bubbly joy in the slightest but darker and more menacing, cutting through the air as if it was turning their surroundings coarser, more insidious.

Harley swallowed hard, flipping her hair and trying not to let her worry show as she backed away.

Damn it, didn't expect these clowns to not even be able to take a joke…

_ _

“We can work somethin' out," she said, buying herself time as she backed up another step, the open-air flicking at her hair as the breeze caught her. “No need for any violence here, is there? We can all be friends!"

The gang leader raised a metal pipe, smacking it into his left hand, while he clasped it with his right hand. The dull thud resounded, somehow even managing to cut through the air over the tread of heavy feet, rustling clothing and the dull murmurs rolling between them all. Even the clamour of the city darkening in twilight was drowned out by that thud.

But just as he raised the pipe and she resolved to think fast, trusting her acrobat skills to get her out of the way in time, something happened. A flash of green sliced through the air, a giant fist slamming straight into them and knocked the gang leader flying. He toppled back into the gang members, knocking them all astray like bowling pins, though the green fist was swiftly followed up by an oversized red hammer, which she wouldn't have minded having herself, that cracked down on the others. It turned on its side and smashed them straight into a brick wall to the right of Harley, where she would have been trapped in a corner if not for someone coming to the rescue at just the right moment.

The felled gang members groaned, their bodies scattered, some unconscious, though no one seemed hurt beyond repair. Maybe a broken arm, cracked rib, a lot of bruises. Harley would have honestly done a lot worse than that kicking and clawing her way out of trouble.

“Yeah… And you all better go, hey!"

She put her hands on her hips, even if she still didn't quite know what was happening, tipping forward with glee. Her heart pounded and, boy, was her adrenaline up! But she couldn't let them get the better of her, no, not when she was up there and the last gang members were scrambling and screaming, getting the hell out of there in any way they possibly could.

“Huh…"

She blinked and shook her head at their retreating backs, though her saviours were ready to show themselves as, to her shock, two Justice League members landed before her. They came down lightly, Arisia in her white bodysuit that cut off around the tops of her thighs and Bleez in a similar one, though black. She could appreciate a good outfit, though the headgear Bleez had on… Wow, that was so weird!

Although she'd seen the two of them around, Harley hadn't really interacted with either Arisia or Bleez in any meaningful way. After all, they were supposed to be on opposing sides, they weren't playing for the same team and superheroes and supervillains, well… They very rarely did anything at all to help the other out.

“Huh… Fancy seeing you two here, thanks for that."

Harley meant it too. Surely she would have managed to get herself out of that situation even if she had been on her own, but they had handled it a lot more easily than she could have. They had superpowers, after all, crazy ones. Things were different for her and she made the best use of everything she had at her disposal.

“Yeah… Thanks, guys," she said again, turning around, dusting off her clothing from the brick dust and debris from the roof that had floated up while Arisia and Bleez had been taking care of business. “Appreciate it, those goons don't know a joke when it jumps up and pies them in the face!"

“Are you hurt?" Arisia asked, pausing in front of Harley. “There was quite a crowd of them."

Harley blinked. Huh, Arisia didn't seem to recognise her, though that was okay too. She could work with that. It made sense as to why they'd helped her in the first place, though she wasn't going to complain about that.

“This is Bleez," Arisia said, confirming her suspicion. “And I'm Arisia."

“Ah, yeah, no, I'm all fine, just swell, thank you, guys."

Arisia pressed her lips together in a small smile.

“That's good to hear. We've been tasked with patrolling Gotham City while Batman is off on a Justice League mission," she went on, by way of explanation. “Off planet, with Superman."

Harley nodded and went around picking up her weapons, though it was hard for her to be inconspicuous about how much she was collecting, especially when it came to the oversized hammer.

“Ah, uh-huh, sounds real cool, guys. I was wondering where he was, that ding-dong!" Harley grinned, straightening up to flash them that winning smile of hers. “It's so much more fun around here when he's around. And those goons – sheesh! So sensitive! Maybe they're the ones that need therapy."

Arisia blinked, not quite understanding what Harley was getting at, but, honestly, she didn't have to. Harley grunted and kicked one of the grunts who'd been knocked out, the redhead sprawled out on his back, an arm flung over a crate. He'd be fine, though she'd take a little moment like that, a petty little revenge, wherever she could get it.

“Anyway… I'm Harley, Harley Quinn. But you can call me Harley."

Arisia exchanged a look with Bleez, though Harley didn't press the issue.

“Okay, well, we are going to continue out patrols," Arisia said. “Hopefully, you don't run into any more trouble tonight. You seem well equipped to look after yourself too."

She nodded towards the weapons Harley had collected and Bleez scoffed, though said nothing.

“Can I go with you on patrol?" She jumped at the chance, swinging back and forth, her hands clasped before her body. “Pleeeeaaaaaassssseeee? I'm sooooo booooored! There's, like, nothing to do around here with Batman gone!"

“Huh?"

Arisia stepped back, though Bleez smirked.

“I won't be any trouble? I won't even do anything…criminal-y! I'll be the super-duper goody-two-shoes Harley Quinn, yessiree for the rest of the day… Ah… Night? Yeah!"

Harley saluted, standing to attention. Anyone looking at her would have thought she was taking things absolutely seriously, perhaps a little too much so, considering the situation at hand.

Arisia sighed, clearly on the edge of voicing her disagreement – and Harley got it, really she did. It wasn't the sort of thing she usually got into and it was crazy to just hop on a Justice League patrol like that, though she just wanted to have a little fun.

Bleez, however, stopped Arisia as Harley clasped her hands, her smile stretching from ear to hear.

“Come on…"

“Now, Arisia," Bleez said, interjecting for the first time. “It's not going to hurt anything, Arisia, it's just a night patrol. What do you think is going to happen? And things are going to be quiet still, I think we've scared most of the gangs into hiding for the rest of the night, at least. And it's still young."

“Mhm, mhm!" Harley bounced. “Yeah, they'll be running scared from you two, what with that crazy green fist and that giant hammer! Say, do you know where I could get me one of those?"

Arisia sighed.

“Okay, Harley, sure," she said, though she was clearly not quite happy with the way things were going. “You can join us for patrol, just for tonight. But you have to listen to us! Follow our instructions!"

Arisia was not on solid ground down on Earth, still new to the scene and the work of the Justice League, and Harley was set to take full advantage of that. Even if she didn't actually intend on causing any chaos, no, not really.

“Yay!" She bounced and clapped er hands, simply thrilled to have something to do for the night. “I promise to be so super good! You won't even know I'm here."

But, of course, they did very much know Harley was there, considering the fact that they had to carry Harley around the city. Unlike them, Harley Quinn couldn't fly, but swinging in Bleez' arms with the superhero (she kind of looked like a supervillain to Harley, but she wasn't there to judge) rolling her eyes at her squeals and leg kicks of delight was pretty good too. She wouldn't have minded being able to fly, but flipping and cavorting through the air as an acrobat was pretty much the same thing, even if she couldn't get as high as they could.

There wasn't all that much action, but at least she had company as they headed down for a late-night snack around three in the morning from a twenty-four-seven fast food place that sold amazing burgers. They sat opposite one another at the table, Bleez and Harley ripping into their food with a deal more aggression than Arisia did, though they were all rather famished, it had to be said. Patrolling Gotham really took it out of a girl!

“Ah, that's much better," Harley said, sitting back and patting her belly. “Gotta keep the old tank fuelled up. Oh!"

She twitched as her stomach rumbled, grumbling with unrest, too loud to be ignored as Arisia and Bleez both shot her a look.

“Uh oh," Harley said easily, standing and stretching out, working her arms back and forth over her head, working out kinks in her body that didn't really exist. “I feel a number two coming on! I'll see you gals both later, got your numbers – text ya!"

Harley was about to head off, though in the opposite direction to the public restrooms, when Arisia stopped her.

“Uh… Harley?" She said, raising an eyebrow. “The bathrooms are right here?"

Harley scrunched up her nose, sticking it in the air as if she was suddenly a lot posher than she actually was. Hah! Her, use a public restroom.

“Ugh! You aren't from around here, Arisia, but those are public Gotham City bathrooms. Have you seen the state of them? Even I have standards!"

Arisia shook her head.

“I cannot believe that they are as bad as you say."

As if to prove her wrong, Arisia rose and stood tall, striding to the bathrooms. Holding fire for the moment, even if she really needed to go do a bowel movement, Harley waited, rolling her eyes. It only took a couple of minutes, if even that, for Arisia to burst straight back out of the bathrooms with a wild look in her eyes, holding her nose.

“I can't believe it," she squawked, her voice odd while she stopped the flow of air from getting through her nose. “It's dreadful! Where are you going, Harley? Do you live near here?"

Arisia paused, pressing her lips together.

“I kind of need to go to the bathroom as well, if you don't mind."

Harley, however, shook her head.

“Ah, no, my place burned down like a week ago. I've been staying in a hotel… Until I got kicked out for pranking the owner yesterday."

Harley rolled her eyes. Yet another prank that had been taken in the wrong way. Everyone was so sensitive for no reason those days… Such an overreaction.

Arisia sighed, running her fingers back through her hair as if she was trying to distract herself for a moment.

“It's okay… Just is kind of urgent for me right now."

Arisia pressed her legs together and Bleez nodded, though she already had her legs crossed as if to ward off an accident.

“Don't worry," Harley said, brightening up a bit. “I'll get you sorted. Follow me. I know a place we can go."

Harley didn't explain where she was leading the two of them, but it was nice to be in charge for a little as she led them away from the little diner thing to a lot of warehouses. They'd be nice and discreet and, from there, they could see the barely rising sun and the exterior floodlights around the warehouse gave them more than enough light to see by. Harley didn't think that was the sort of thing Arisia and Bleez had all that much trouble with anyway.

“Come on, gal pals. Find a spot and pop a squat!"

She showed them to a concrete wall at the back of the warehouse, looking down towards the docks, though it was quiet and peaceful there, with little traffic noise too. Harley hummed under her breath, putting her back to the wall while she pulled down her pants, the white of her backside briefly on show, though she was exposing herself only so she could get what she needed done.

“Uh…" Arisia hesitated, even though she was shifting her weight back and forth, trying to accommodate her own need while she had to go. “Is this okay? Does anyone come around here?"

“Nope!" Harley answered her brightly. I've never seen anyone around here, well, not at night. I've pooped back here, like, ten times or somethin'! There's no risk here, don't worry."

She smiled encouragingly and nodded when Arisia still seemed hesitant.

“I reckon the rain washes it away or something," she said, trying to reassure her, even though she'd only really got to know the two of them more closely in the last night. “Nothin' to be worried about, nature takes care of it!"

Arisia raised her eyebrows and exchanged a look at Bleez.

“Ten times?" She hissed to Bleez. “What's wrong with her?"

Bleez, however, shrugged and stepped away a few paces, all she needed for her manner of privacy. Unzipping the bottom of her suit, which had been modified so she could more easily go to the bathroom, she unfastened it from around her legs and pulled it up around her waist, bending forward a little as she crouched down. Harley did not stare, though she noticed just how Bleez went to the bathroom. It was interesting… She might have to get herself a fancy ass suit like that sometime too! Especially with that little modification…

Arisia turned out not to need to enquire any more closely, though she didn't seem comfortable, at least not to Harley, as she went between Harley and Bleez. That was just fine with Harley; she didn't exactly mind pooping in company. But she was more focused on her own bowel movement as she settled in and focused on going to the bathroom.

“Unff…"

She let out a soft grunt, focusing only on what her body needed her to do as she bore down, pushing out the first log of poop. It came easily, smoothly, and she swung her bottoms back and forth lightly as she positioned herself there carefully, concentrating on everything she had to do and no more than that.

It didn't take long for the second log to slide from her body too, though it made her clench down and force it out a little more roughly than the first. That was okay though, as it wasn't too much trouble for her.

She didn't check as she worked on the third, singing under her breath something about pudding cups – it was an old tune, she'd really have to find a new one to sing when she was going to the bathroom. Harley didn't bother looking at the others while she went to the bathroom, working the third poop out, which felt like it was harder than the others, perhaps a bit bigger too. It was hard to say for a girl like her when she was going to the bathroom!

“Oof!"

Finally, however, she got it out and sorted herself out, making sure she was as clean and as fresh as possible, jumping up with a happy sigh. Pulling her trousers back up, she redressed carefully, checking her poop with a casual glance. It was funny what could happen with poop and, when her life was as crazy as it was, having those little things and ways to make sure she was in tip-top condition was important to her.

Adjusting her suit while she checked, she frowned. That was weird… She'd only produced three poops, two of which were quite small for her at five and seven inches long each. They looked to be in good health though, the colour mid-range, which she was pleased to see. It was always such a bind if she had to do anything to look after her diet and her health. It just wasn't something that a supervillain was usually all that concerned with.

“Hm… Only three poops," she mused, a little loudly, though Harley was only really talking to herself. “That's a low score for me, I mean. My record at this warehouse is six, I think… Or was it seven? I never manage to keep track of all the places I've pooped!"

Harley put her hand on her chin as she thought, considering it.

“What about you two? How're you doing over there?"

She glanced over, turning to check on the pair of superheroes as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Arisia was in the process of pulling up her pants, sliding her white bodysuit back into place so she was covered up again and presentable, though they didn't have to adjust their attire all that much to go to the bathroom – not like Harley who had her full, tight trousers on, clinging to her skin.

Arisia stood up a little taller as Harley bounced over to her, light on her feet, as if gravity didn't constrain her in the slightest. It was so normal to her to check her own poop but, really…checking someone else's and expressing curiosity, that had to be pleasant and polite, right? Harley Quinn was not always the most well-versed in politeness, really, but she tried when the notion took her too.

She ignored Arisia's red cheeks as she bent down a little dramatically, examining the four smooth logs of waste that she had produced. The bowel movement was a little more impressive than hers, though less uniform.

“Wow…"

Harley whistled, the high-pitched note cutting through the still morning air. She didn't think of examining Arisia's four logs of waste, though it was just a natural product of the human body and not something she had to concern herself with all that much. The first two bowel movements were reasonable, though more than Harley may have expected, considering that she didn't know Arisia exactly at all. For a human, they were clearly quite large at six inches and eight inches long, the colour a soft, golden brown.

Wonder what Arisia over here's been eating to have a poop that looks that colour? She wondered. And is that good or bad?

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Harley knew what was normal for her, of course, but she couldn't speak for anyone else. Not as she bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to ping up and down while she eyed up the next poop. That one was long and pencil thin, strangely so, with a little wiggle in the middle where it had not settled on the ground quite properly. That had to have been Arisia shifting her weight while she was in the process of going to the bathroom, though Harley understood that. Sometimes she couldn't squat still when she was going to the bathroom either!

Those three poops, however, were vastly overshadowed by one, massive poop.

At twenty-one inches, it was a monster of a poop to be proud of – at least, from Harley Quinn's perspective. It dwarfed the others completely and looked to be hard at the end where it looked to have started, the surface of it crackled where it had broken slightly during the process. That was the thickest end too and Harley winced mildly in sympathy, even though it was all very much a normal part of having to have a bowel movement and going to the bathroom. At that end, a few small pieces had broken off too, strewn about with no rhyme or reason as to where they were set down.

Oof… That's a biggie right there!

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The poop, however, seemed to get softer and softer as it went along, though not so soft that Arisia could not excrete easily it. Even though Harley didn't know her well, she was glad for her; it was never good to have a poop that just didn't want to come out!

It narrowed too, that giant poop, lying out in a long, twenty-one-inch log, thinning all the way down into a narrower point still at the end. The shade of brown changed along the length of it too, though it was still darker than the others Arisia had pooped out, darker and even a little rougher along the full length of it.

Harley grinned and faced Arisia, ignoring how red the superhero's cheeks were.

“Wow, Arisia – you beat me! Four poops!" Harley grinned, meaning everything she said. “And that one is huge!"

She even pointed as if she had to make a statement about it, not all that ignorant as to how Arisia's cheeks were reddening with embarrassment, pinker and pinker in the cheeks as if she was suddenly dusted with makeup.

“Ah… Yes, I suppose that is so." Arisia took a while to get the words out, sliding her gaze away, though she managed it all in the end. “It's not really a competition though… I'd much rather we move on now."

Arisia glanced up, the sky lightening.

“I don't want to be here once morning fully arrives, not with…"

She left her sentence hanging, though her meaning was implied in how she checked back towards her bowel movements, which couldn't exactly be covered up or hidden where they'd been left.

Harley laughed aloud, her mirth clear and sharp in the chill morning air.

“Uh-uh! It's actually a competition, Arisia, didn't you know that? I've taken a massive dump here with Catwoman twice now – and I beat her both times!"

Harley proclaimed her victory proudly, her pigtails bobbing as she planted both hands on her hips, standing tall and proud. Arisia glanced between her and the slowly rising sun, taking a deep breath as if she needed to steady herself.

“Okay…" Arisia said, changing the subject. “Bleez? Bleez, are you almost ready?"

However, Harley had not noticed that Bleez was the only one of them who was still crouched down, squatting low to the ground. She was very obviously not finished going to the bathroom yet with a long, thick poop as hard as a rock hanging at least a foot out of her backside. Harley didn't pay attention to Bleez' body, however, not as Bleez herself lifted herself up a bit, squatting up rather than down as she pushed harder still.

“Unff…" Bleez muttered under her breath, as if she thought they couldn't hear her. “A stubborn one…"

Bleez clenched her jaw, a muscle jumping in the corner of it, though Harley wouldn't have commented on that. Not even as both she and Arisia watched with varying levels of fascination as Bleez bore down on the thick, hard poop with as much strength as she had in her.

It was not the first poop she had made there though, with a fifteen-inch log of poop lying beside her, on her right. It looked a lot softer than the one Bleez was still working on, which was mostly likely a good thing, with a light brown shade. It was a little tricky to catch the details though, as Bleez' body cast a shadow over the first poop. Harley was just a bit glad, as much as she would have been proud to push out monster poops herself, that she wasn't the one dealing with that massive bowel movement. She could enjoy the end result, and the pranks her poops often entailed, without thinking too much about how hard it was, usually, to push one out in the first place that would make records!

Bleez pushed and pushed, the log of poop lengthening with tremendous slowness, pushing out to twenty inches long. And, still, the stubborn poop refused to drop to the ground, Bleez raising her hips more and more as she muttered and cursed under her breath. Bleez, however, seemed ignorant to them watching – or perhaps, like Harley, she didn't all that much care about being watched. Bleez, on the other hand, seemed caught up in her own world, as if nothing else existed around her, and that was something Harley could respect too.

Harley held her breath as Bleez pushed even harder still, grunting as she worked on it – though it had to drop sooner or later. With a quiet, soft thud, it finally slipped out all the way and fell to the ground, making a light impact as it struck.

At twenty-three-inches long, it was the biggest of them all as Bleez exhaled a sigh of relief. Now that it was out of Bleez' backside, Harley could see that it was thicker around at the end that had come out of her last, the dark, hard crackling of the surface threatening to break off chunks. Yet that was not for Harley to worry about as Harley clapped her hands together, just the once.

“Wow, that's the biggest one yet!"

Bleez clamped her jaw shut as if suddenly aware they were there, scowling at Harley while she shot her a less than subtle glare from the corner of her eye. Even if Harley knew about Bleez' rage and all that, she had never been one to hold back from that kind of thing. Pooping was something to be proud of, after all!

“But…" Harley went on, poking the “bear," so to speak. “You've only produced two logs, so far… Right now, you're in third place behind me."

Bleez huffed and rolled her eyes, pushing with all her might as she squeezed down.

“I'm not…done yet," she forced out, grunting through her struggles. “Hmph…"

Bleez was right too, as she worked on the last poop she had in her, bearing down to force out the end of a very thick log. It was more impressive still than the ones that had come before it, at least four inches in diameter – but Harley was more interested in Bleez' poop than staring at her backside, in all fairness. Not that nudity bothered her in the slightest, but she didn't want to bother with that herself, no way.

It just didn't interest her. And Harley's life was all about what interested her.

Even if Harley was glad not to be in last place, she admired just how well Bleez was doing, despite everything. Her eyes widened, whistling softly at the sheer thickness of the log. What if she was made to do a poop like that? Her butt would be hurting for days!

Bleez took a breath and pushed again, her cheeks puffing out full of air with the sheer amount of effort she had to go through to get it out. But it had to come out, one way or another, and Bleez pushed harder still, even while Harley wondered just how long the whole thing would take.

Bleez' greater effort, however, helped grind it out of her more swiftly, the poop a little curved as it landed on the ground, relatively soft compared to the others. That must have been a relief for her, Harley thought, not immune to compassion in the slightest. Bleez exhaled as the twenty-inch-long poop lay on the ground, a gentle curve in the middle, roughly, thick around and dominating the scene.

Harley would have had something to say about that but, before she could say a single thing, another log shot out on to the ground, thinner and smoother – but still impressive at thirteen inches long. It was not quite pencil thin, not like Arisia's, but it made Harley quiver lightly, her lower jaw going slack. How could Bleez be so easily beating her at her own game?

“Ah… Bleez…"

Yet Harley Quinn didn't have to say anything at all as Bleez bore down again, rolling her eyes at Harley. She clearly had more to work on, though Bleez had to keep going, had to keep working on the next log of waste as she took care of her bodily needs. Another poop ground out of Bleez, softer again but still fairly thick log of poop that was just about three inches wide.

“Oof…"

Bleez seemed to be trying not to grunt too loudly that time and Harley didn't blame her. If that had been her and her poop, she would have been putting every ounce of effort she had in her into pooping! It could not be helped.

Yet it was so long that the log of poop had to coil, Bleez shifting her hips lightly as if to help it along. Harley would not have known how to do that herself but she watched, as if hypnotised, as the poop coiled around and around, drawing her eyes around the length as it was produced. Though it was much, much longer than the others by the time it came to the end, the softness of it squashing lightly into the coil beneath it as it rose up a few tiers.

Yet Harley could not estimate the full length of it more closely than three feet long, roughly, due to the sheer speed at which Bleez excreted the waste from her body. Harley had never had a bowel movement race through her that quickly! Even if it had not coiled up on itself as much, she would have been better able to estimate the length of it, even if it would all still have very much been a guess.

“Whoa…"

Harley breathed out lightly as she stood there with her lower jaw slack. It took an awful lot to render her speechless, though she had to find a way to compose herself, at least somewhat, while Bleez finally dressed herself. Bleez puffed gently as she caught her breath, though otherwise didn't pay the others watching her any attention.

Well, Harley had been fully watching her, of course. Arisia had given Bleez more privacy, as if the whole thing was more normal for them than she'd let on.

“Holy crap, Bleez!" Harley eventually exclaimed, shaking her head as her pigtails bobbed. “Now I've definitely lost this round, jeez! And you beat Arisia too – easily! Wow!"

She was impressed, eyes wide and round, though she could not blame Bleez in the slightest for simply needing to go to the bathroom. Reaching out to Arisia, she grabbed for her, her fingers closing around Arisia's wrist, even though that was far too forward for the moment.

“Hey, Arisia! Arisia! You've got to see the size of this turd!"

She pointed at the coiled poop with an open-mouthed grin on her face, lips stretching comically wide. Arisia sighed and tried to pull away, though could not help but look, even though, surely, that wasn't her thing. Harley could see that much, even if she didn't understand why Arisia's interest just…wasn't there. Maybe she just needed to engage in a few more pooping competitions to get comfortable with the whole thing?

“Ah… Yeah…" Arisia said quietly, gulping hard and shooting Bleez a sympathetic look.

Bleez growled under her breath and stood tall, her attire back in place and presentable once more. Flipping them both the middle finger, one for each of them, Bleez shot them a chilling glare.

“Alright, alright," Arisia added on hastily, pulling Harley with her to give Bleez a little more space. “I saw, I saw… That's all enough now. Now, let me go, come on."

Harley released her with a roll of her eyes and poked her tongue out briefly, though there was no malice behind it.

“We need to get out of here," Arisia went on, following through and taking the lead once more. “It's almost morning and it's definitely time to be going."

Harley groaned and swung back and forth dramatically, though she was so much more than a toddler expressing childish dissatisfaction with something.

“Awww, come on!" She whined. “You guys are no fun! Have you really never had a pooping competition before? That's crazy!"

She should have expected Arisia to ignore her, but, well, it still bit a little when Arisia didn't even act as if she had said anything at all.

“Are you two ready to leave?" Arisia said, treating the whole thing as if it had never happened. “We should leave here swiftly."

“That's the smartest thing someone has said here…ever," Bleez drawled, though didn't bother giving Harley a look. “Let us be gone."

Harley tried to chatter, but they didn't listen to her as Arisia helped her hold on, flying away with Arisia holding on tightly to Harley, lest she drop her. Even though Harley considered it too, wondering at the notion of pooping in midair, just to play a prank on some unsuspecting person below.

It was one to file away for later…

In the meantime, Harley Quinn would just have to see if she could get both Arisia and Bleez to loosen up a little on the whole pooping thing!

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Vignette Three

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Lady Blaze stalked through the night, disguised in her human form as she headed to one of the apartments she had on Earth, which served as a handy location to contain a portal to her base in Hell. Of course, there were various supplies for her down there too, but having to walk and pretend to be a human while she was on Earth was terribly arduous.

“Huh…"

Lady Blaze's lips twisted, disgust curling through her at the interruption. How could she possibly need to go to the bathroom while she was in her human form? So inconvenient! And she was still at least an hour away from her apartment with how large the human city was! Why were there no convenient transport systems for demons like her? She was more important than any scrappy, puny human life, after all.

Yet Lady Blaze was there undercover, after all, and she had to remain discreet if she wanted her access point to Earth to remain open. It was too valuable for her to give up in a hurry, after all.

So, she'd have to find somewhere to go to the bathroom in the meantime, to get what she needed done.

“Hm…"

A back alley a short distance away caught her eye. It looked dark enough and set away from an area of park and communal land that was too bright and open, illuminated by streetlights even in the dead of the night. That would have to do, for the moment, as she headed straight for it, casting her gaze and senses about briefly, though she doubted anyone would bother her down there. Lady Blaze, even in her human form, had an aura about her that kept others away. Even then, humans knew there was something different about her, even if many were terribly drawn to her, infatuated by how they sensed her presence as something “other" than what they were used to.

“Ugh…"

Lady Blaze scrunched up her nose, eyeing up the big dumpster and the smaller bins spilling over with waste, glass bottles stacked against the wall. It looked like an alley behind a bar: how dreadful. The reek of old alcohol clawed at her nostrils, though she tried her best to ignore it. She still had to go to the bathroom and Lady Blaze was not a stranger to having to take a bowel movement in rather strange places, at least from time to time.

Transforming back to her demon form in a flicker of flame that swept down her body, from head to toe, she exhaled briefly, the ring of ash surrounding her none of her concern. It was better to be back in her old form, a long loincloth covering what modesty she deemed necessary with a wrap of fabric around her hips and a similar bra-like covering across her chest. Her red skin was human-like, though tougher still, and the pair of black horns rising from her hair could not denote herself as anything other than the queen she was.

She crouched down without preamble, the quiet of the night around her as she took in the city. She didn't have to move her clothing out of the way as she squatted, concentrating only on what she needed to do: a bodily need. It may have been dirty, but it was not something she had to be embarrassed about, no, not in the slightest. She would have had her servant deal with her bowl movement, what was left behind, if she had been back in Hell, after all.

Lady Blaze grunted lightly as she crouched behind the dumpster, the slow, smooth slide of two small logs of waste drawing her attention, though not unduly so. They were easy to pass and felt as if they were rather soft, though it was easier for her to concentrate on them when she let the rest of the world fall away like that. Though Lady Blaze did not quite want to consider the mixture of smells and the like in the back alleyway, how the reek was most likely sinking into her hair even then.

“Ugh…"

It was not the usual place she would have chosen to go to the bathroom, at least preferring to make her own choice down in Hell, though she had sometimes had to go out in the woods. There'd been an incident with a hunter, after all, though that had worked out well for her in the end: she'd gained another servant, though it still remained to be seen as to how loyal he'd be. Or how loyal she'd have to force him to be.

The six-inch and eight-inch logs respectively were in good health, or so she felt, her stomach grumbling faintly as she pushed hard to get another poop out. That last one was more difficult, larger but still sliding swiftly out from her backside. Lady Blaze bore down, clenching her abdominal muscles as she worked on it, though it was not something, even then, that could be rushed. It felt harder, that third log of poop, and she pushed it out smoothly, letting inch after inch slide from her.

“Oof…"

She didn't like making sounds when she was going to the bathroom, but the privacy helped settle her a little more, squatting lower and finding a more comfortable position as her backside hung low. Her strong thighs contracted to keep her lower body stable and in position as she worked on it, bearing down with more force to help the larger poop pass. Even though it eased out more quickly than could have been expected for its size, it still took time and felt hard, exceptionally so, as it pushed from her.

Finally, however, it was out in the dark of the alleyway, landing on the ground with a soft splat that sounded ever so slightly wet in nature. That was interesting, at least to her, though Lady Blaze didn't mind that all that much, no. It would just be something she left behind and someone else would deal with it – that was if the weather didn't wash it away and down the rancid drains of the city.

“That is quite enough of that."

Lady Blaze would have usually checked her poop more closely for health if the alleyway had not been as dark as it was and if she had not been in hurry, but, well…she left it that time. She had places to be.

Transforming smoothly back into her human form, she took on pale skin once more and fine, straight hair that fell around her shoulders, even if no one was there to bear witness to her. Her clothes clung to her, tight and constricting, though Lady Blaze didn't pass comment on it that time, not as she headed on to her apartment. At least the act of pooping had not caused her all that much trouble that time and had not stalled her mission.

Taking care of a sudden need like that, well… It was always something that was going to come up for her.

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Sam's perspective, a human

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“Yikes…"

Sam groaned as he trudged out of the bar in the very early hours of the morning, his step forlorn and heavy, as it had been an exceptionally long night shift. Only at the rundown old bar, of course, though Sam would have liked to have been doing something more exciting that he could actually talk to people about at parties. Not that he went to many parties, though there was a small part of him that still imagined himself to be, at least in some, small way, as something of a socialised, well-mannered person. In all actuality, he was usually too tired to socialise all that much and collapsed into bed at the end of every night shift, his sleep schedule too difficult to meet new people during.

The morning sunshine was too bright for him and he shielded his eyes from it as he sidestepped into the alleyway behind the bar, taking the side entrance. The back door was jammed again, so he'd had to go the long way around as he launched the two trash bags into the dumpster.

They clattered down and he groaned, rubbing the back of his hand across his face, though it didn't help his exhaustion anymore. Sam just had a few tasks left to do before he could finally head home, though he wasn't all that much looking forward to walking all the way there either.

He was just about to finish up inside when an odd scorch mark, surrounded by scatterings of white-grey ash, caught his attention. He pursed his lips, shaking his head.

Fools… Sam thought. Must have started a fire here… Smokers, they're always like that. Flicking cigarette butts everywhere without thinking of it.

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Of course, Sam had smoked before too, though that passed by his attention while he grumbled about what other people may or may not have been doing. At least they had set nothing on fire, which he was at least grateful for.

However, he felt the need to check, just in case. What if the miscreants who were doing things out there, already, that they shouldn't have been doing, had made a mess elsewhere? His lips turned down, though Sam's frown was not all that sullen. He knew it was not to be worried about and, out in the alley, it was likely not something that he had to deal with anyway.

Still, he checked – and around the back side of the dumpster was something that Sam could never anticipated seeing.

Poop. Not just one log of poop either – but three. They lay there on the ground as if they had a perfect right to be there, as if they had always been there, and he reeled subtly, an eyebrow twitching and a muscle jumping in the corner of his jaw.

“What the hell?"

Why had someone gone to the bathroom back there? Curious and yet mortified by his findings, he peered closer, tipping forward rather than actually taking a step to close the distance between him and the poops. All three were different sizes, the first two quite close to the alley wall, almost touching it, and about seven inches, maybe. One was a little larger than the other, but Sam wasn't at all about to whip out a ruler and start measuring up to get to the bottom of their size. They were thicker, however, than anything he had seen from a human before – though Sam could not have said he had spent all that much of his time contemplating poop before. Really, he had been fortunate only to ever see a handful of bowel movements in his lifetime, from human beings, that didn't belong to him.

“Ugh…"

He grunted as a strange shudder rippled through him, though it felt natural too. It was gross – who would do something like that? Right there, out in the open too! It was animalistic behaviour, as if someone didn't have the common, human decency to find a bathroom! Sure, he may not have wanted them to use the bathroom in his bar if he'd seen them duck through without paying, but it was usually so busy in there that he wouldn't have seen anyone racing in just to use the bathroom anyway. So that was really not a point at all…

His eyes travelled slowly down the length of the poops, eyeing up the thickness. Three inches or so? No, no… No, it didn't seem right at all for them to be three inches in diameter: how could anyone even pass that? Had the person been sick? Sam groaned.

Great. Now, he was considering the health of the imbecile who had left their waste there, just forgetting about it while some other poor schmuck would have to clean it up. And the colour… They seemed quite dark, almost rich, a solid brown coating each one, though they didn't look very hard. And Sam most certainly was not going to reach out and touch them to find out, even if they looked to have already squashed, very lightly, into the hard ground under them. If he hadn't gone all the way around the dumpster, as there was no smell of that kind of waste back there, he wouldn't have known they were there at all.

The last one, however… It stopped him in his tracks, even though Sam was barely moving even then, his feet cemented, figuratively, into the ground. It was as if a heavy weight had sunk into him, keeping him in place even though he didn't have any interest at all in the poop, not in observing it as closely as he was and at that level of detail. Yet it was all so out of place he couldn't help himself, as if something he was no longer in control of was unravelling before him.

That last poop completely dwarfed the others, as if it was trying to make a point of it. He tried to estimate the size, the massive, thick log maybe…three feet long? Or maybe a few inches beyond that: it was hard to eyeball it.

Sam exhaled shortly under his breath, a short puff of air escaping his lips. That couldn't be right, no, it had to be a prop. At least, that was what he thought, that was what he wondered at. A human couldn't possibly have a bowel movement like that and still be alive, surely…

Yet Sam could not truly know and something shifted in the pit of his stomach, a churning, twisting sense of unease that did not truly belong there. No… No, he didn't want to allow it to come up, not in the slightest, not as it flickered and jumped, fluttering back and forth, urgently trying to draw his attention to it.

Instead of giving that feeling the time of day, he focused on the log of poop, letting his eyes roam languidly, if that was even possible, down the full length of it, taking in every inch. It started, seemingly, close to the dumpster and the other two poops and snaked lightly back and forth along the ground along the full length. Not quite like the tracks in the sand that a snake may have left, of course, though the subtle resemblance was still there in the soft undulations and curves, back and forth.

It didn't seem to have the same air of softness as the others – or maybe that meant it was fresher? He shook his head. No, maybe not, it made more sense that whoever had gone to the bathroom there had done everything at the same time. Or else why would they have come back to go to the bathroom for a second time?

The firmness of it was interspersed with light crackling, the end that it finished with thicker and rounder with a light, tapered tuck right at the very end. That looked like the very last bit of poop coming out, though Sam was no expert on that matter. It didn't even seem to have any soft patches on it, which may have been expected, considering just how much room it took up on the ground; someone's diet had to account for that, he was sure. And, if they had enjoyed several meals to make such a large snake of poop, it should have had more colour differentiation in the entire log.

But he was not there to make judgements about someone else's poop or their diet or whatever reasoning they had for going to the bathroom there in the first place. It simply was not something Sam was ever going to find an answer to.

He should have headed back inside and yet he paused one final time to shake his head at the width of the poop. Where he had thought the first two were fat and thick at three inches, give or take, wide, that one was four inches, maybe, at the narrowest point – and fatter still where it plumped out at the end. The diameter of the log was not even all the way along either, though that, at the very least, was something Sam could have expected to find. That was all part of the body just pushing it out, after all.

A small scrap of normalcy in the whole ordeal was gratefully received, though it seemed hard-won, considering circumstances. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head yet again. If he blinked enough times, would he realise that he was simply sleepless and the poop would be gone by the time he came back to work the next evening? A big part of Sam certainly hoped that would be so.

He didn't want to deal with it. Sam didn't want to fathom how someone could pass such a large, fat log of waste. He didn't want to even think about how difficult it must have been to pass in the first place, for there could be no semblance of comfort, not even in the slightest, there.

But…perhaps he didn't have to see it, he thought to himself. It was not a story that he would tell at the parties he didn't go to and if he told anyone about what he'd found, even then, they'd likely say he was crazy. After all, just who would ever believe him saying that he had found a massive poop like that behind the bar? Even if he took a photo of it, which was a weird thing to do in itself, he'd only be told that it was faked or it was a weird prop from the costume shop – something like that.

Hell, it was all exactly what he would say if anyone else had told him or shown him such a thing.

So, Sam ignored it. It was easier that way, keeping his find to himself and simply pretending that it did not exist. That was better, for it meant he didn't have to deal with it – even if he would check back later, just to see if it was still there or if something about it had changed.

He still had the tasks left at the very end of his shift, including locking up the bar for the day, to wrap up. And no poop in the back alley was going to stop him going home and settling down to rest…

Not even a three-foot long poop like that one.