"B—Batman?" Pam scrambled to her feet, playing disbelief as obviously as she could. "You—you came back for me?"

"Not exactly, Sunflower," Bruce admitted…before briefly dropping his machismo. "Do I really have to call her that?"

"Is it in the script?" Selina questioned.

"Yes."

"Then there's your answer. We're still rolling."

"It just seems—,"

"Degrading?" Pam ventured.

"Yeah, that," Bruce agreed.

Selina sighed. "We're not making this movie for the betterment of humanity, Bruce. We're making it because we signed our names on the dotted line."

Pam rested her head against the metal bars of her sound-stage cell in dejection.

Bruce tugged on his bat ears like they were uncomfortable, then reset himself. "Not exactly, Sunflower. See, justice never sleeps. Not on crime, and not with you."

Pam dropped her gaze like she'd just been dumped, slumping her shoulders.

"But chin up, Kiddo—,"

"I'm older than him," Pam pointed out.

"No one cares," Selina reminded her.

"But chin up, Kiddo." Bruce placed his finger below her chin, raising her head until their eyes met. "We'll always have Paris."

Pam shoved his hand away, exasperated. "That's literally plagiarism and makes zero sense for the movie! No part of this film was set in Paris!"

"Pammy." Selina crossed one leg over the other in her chair. "Do me a favor and look down."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Pam obeyed. "What am I looking for? All I see is my tits."

"Mhm, and that's all the audience will see too. Finish it."

The redhead blinked (real) tears from her eyes, raising her head once more to look at Bruce.

"We'll always have Paris," he repeated.

She allowed a tear to roll down her cheek before grabbing him through the bars and pulling him in for a kiss.

"And…that's…a…wrap!" Selina got up and applauded louder than ever. "Pam, you really didn't need to give it all that, but I appreciate the commitment."

"No." Pam wiped the tear from her cheek. "I'm actually depressed. This is the worst film I've ever worked on."

"Tell me about it," Bruce grumbled, pulling his cowl off for the last time.

"I know," Selina acknowledged, stepping up to join them on the soundstage. She then turned to address the rest of the cast and crew. "Thank you all so much for fulfilling your contracts. Now, a fair warning; We're all going to be made fun of very soon and I refuse to answer for any of this. To the men, congratulations on the advancement of your careers. Mazel. And to the women…we're all sinking on this ship together. And that, my friends, is the true meaning of female solidarity. We live briefly, we die quickly, and we fade into obscurity as a unit." She did the Hunger Games whistle. "Peace."

"Whoop whoop!" Harley cheered from the back of the room.

"Jesus fuckin Christ," Selina mumbled.

/

Harley was shaking her head. "I can't believe how talented you are. Like, I know basically every actor can make themselves cry, but to see it on camera today, man," she whistled. "It's a thing of beauty."

"Well, I appreciate that," Pam tried not to laugh as she took another spoonful of vegan ice cream from the carton they were sharing. "I'll take you to see a play some time. That's real talent."

Harley was surprised. "You don't think movie actors are as good as stage actors?"

Pam shrugged. "I think stage acting is more rewarding, certainly. It's inspiring to see people reacting to your performance in real time. But no, movies can absolutely have that same effect on people. Just not…a movie like that."

"Like what?"

"That big budget, big studio nonsense." Pam stood, handing Harley the carton. "I'll be right back."

Harley frowned, thinking on that. She liked those sorts of movies. Liked working on them, especially. All the best stunts were in big budget films. A superhero movie was a stunt coordinator's dream, and she'd just lived hers.

As Pam's absence stretched, Harley's eyes wandered to the ice cream in her hand. It was really very good. "Are you sure this is vegan?" she asked, loud enough that she was sure Pam could hear her in the other room.

"Yes," Pam called back. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just…" Harley was examining the ingredients now. "I really like it, and vegan food usually tastes like, uh…ass."

Pam laughed from what as perhaps the bathroom. "Have you ever tried it?"

"What? Vegan ice cream?"

"No." Pam's voice was closer now.

Confused, Harley looked up to find Pam standing before her…in the lingerie she'd promised. Somehow, it was even better than advertised. "Holy shit," Harley whispered.

Pam smirked, trailing her long fingers absently over her own thigh. "I find the pleasantness of the experience has a lot to do with whose you're eating."

Harley tried to look at her face to discern what the heck she was talking about, but her eyes just wouldn't let her. Instead, they seemed dead set on the— "Ti—your—boobs."—in front of her.

After examining them for herself, Pam raised an eyebrow at Harley. "What about them?"

"You—uh—have them."

"Yes, I do."

"They're goo—they're big."

"They are."

Harley's mouth was completely dry and her thoughts were nowhere near coherent. "I want to…can I please…"

"Honey…" Pam reached behind her back, undoing the clasps on her clearly rather expensive bra. "You can do anything you want to them." She allowed Harley only a brief look at her naked upper body before turning around and smiling playfully over her shoulder. "Come upstairs when you're ready."

She was wearing heels, Harley only noticed that because of the sound they made as Pam walked away from her.

Oh, she meant ass. She was wondering if I'd eaten ass before.

That realization finally landed.

Pam was all the way upstairs before everything finally sunk in. Panicking, Harley looked frantically for a place to set the ice cream. Where does ice cream go where does ice cream go where does ice cream go OH MY GOD THE FREEZER, YOU DUMBASS.

Hurriedly, Harley scrambled to her feet, crossing the kitchen at a near run and shoving the ice cream into the freezer. When she closed it, Harley got a good look at herself in the stainless steel of the fridge's door. It wasn't a super clear image, but it was obvious she was blushing her ass off.

"Stop. Freaking. Out." Her jaw was clenched almost painfully, and she poked her reflection with an assertive pointer finger. "Eat her pussy like you know how to do, Quinzel. It's the only useful thing you learned in college."

"Um, Harley?"

The blonde whirled around to see Pam's head leaning down over the banister.

"At the risk of sounding needy, I'm reaching a nearly alarming level of horny."

"Yep, gotcha, roger that." Harley kicked her ass in gear, literally sprinting to join Pam upstairs.