Gotham Ladies Fart Story
by kidthecynic

"Hey, Bat-Brat! Wakie wakie." Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl woke up to Harley Quinn snapping fingers in front of her face.
"Heya kiddo."
"Harley? What the he-" Batgirl tried to grab the Crimson clown girl for interrogative purposes, but found her hands, arms and legs bound by rope.
"Is she awake?" Barbara was familiar with the disembodied voice and inspected her surroundings further. She saw the emerald figure of Posion Ivy walk in from her right.
"Yup! She's up and at'em red!" Barbara wasn't surprised to see Harley and Ivy together in one place, but she was taken aback when she saw a familiar character some meters away.
"Catwoman, what the hell are you doing here?"
No answer.
"Oh ignore her" Ivy suggested "She's a lost cause anyhow."
"Hey, don't talk about her like that! She's more fun than you are at least!" Ivy glared sternly at Harley, which swiftly shut up the jester girl.
"Anyway, I imagine you're wondering what exactly you are doing strapped in a chair in a secluded warehouse." Batgirl raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you could say that."
"To put it bluntly, you are just one of many painful thorns in our backsides that dwell in this concrete hellhole of a city. Harley, Catwoman and I devised a plot to extinguish you, permanently." Barbara began to sweat.
"Uhh, what are you going to do to me?" Almost on que, an audible groan was heard from Ivy's stomach. The emerald skinned villainess held her belly in pain. Barbara began to comprehend what was going to happen to her, and she didn't like it one bit. She turned to Harley, who brandished a big dumb grin on her pale face.
"This was your idea, wasn't it?" Harley giggled in response.
"Guilty as charged. If your going out BG, might as well be funny." Ivy rolled her eyes.
"Yes, well you won the coin toss. I'd be lying if I said I was surprised when you suggested gassing her to death."

Without warning, Harley swiftly turned around and bent over, putting her red and black behind right in Barbara's face.
*FLLLLRRRRPPPP*
Barbara screamed. Harley started to giggle in response to Batgirls pain.
"How'd ya like that whoopee cushion?!" Batgirl coughed in response.
*FRAAAAAMMMMPPP*
*BLLLLRRRRPPPPP*
Harley's foul gas traveled almost instantaneously up Barbara's nose, causing her to gag profusely.
"Now Harley, don't hog all her to yourself."
"Okay red!" Harley took a few steps back to allow her beloved Ivy to position her jade posterior in front of the hackers face.
"Oh by the by bat face, you're probably wondering where we got all this sweet sweet gas from, right?" Barbara glared at Harley.
"Well, Ivy here cooked us up some yummy roots to give us plenty of butt blasts!" Harley comically stuck her hindquarters out.
*PLLLLRRT*
"Harley!" Ivy shouted "Please save your gas for our guest!"
"Sorry!"
Returning to the business at hand, Ivy placed her hand upon the back of Batgirl's head. Barbara's breathing increased exponentially, Ivy was a lot more forceful in her gas torturing methods. Ivy effortlessly shoved Batgirls face into her leave covered buttcrack and softly grunted.
*FRRRRAATTTTT*
*BLLLLPPPPPPPLLLFFFTT*
*PRROOFFT* *PLLLLPPPPP*
The intense wave of stink hit Barbara with a massive amount of force. She went in and out of consciousness for a few moments, before managing to regain her self.
"Is she dead?" Harley questioned.
"No, unfortunately. Looks like we'll have to try harder." Barbara felt her stomach drop. She understood now that she really might die. This was just about the least graceful way to have her ticket punched in. Her options were limited.

In desperation, Batgirl attempted to call to Catwoman for help, but immediately noticed that she was no where to be seen. Just then, she felt a presence behind her. Selina leaned in from behind Batgirl.
"My turn!" Selina lunged over the chair Barb was tied to and landed in Batgirls lap.
*BRRRRMMMMMTTTT*
*BLLLLLLPPPPPFFFRRRTTT*
"Ahh, that hits the spot." Selina repositioned herself so that her sizable butt was directly facing Batgirl's nose.
*FRRRRMMMMMPPPP*
*BRREEEAAAAMMMPPP*
*BLLLLLLPPPPPPPP*
A chorus of laughter followed Selina's rude emissions. Barbara was barely holding onto consciousness, before she saw all three women aim their ample asses at her face.
"WAIT, N-"
*FRRRLLLMMMPPPTT*
*BLLLLLRAAMMMMPPP*
*FRAAAAATTTTTPPPPLLLRRTT*
*PBBBBBRRRRRPPPP*
*BLTTT* *FRAPP* *THHRRPP*
The lovely lady nemeses of Batman unloaded themselves upon Batgirls face. Barbara couldn't stand the unbearable stench and lost consciousness. Harley snapped up and looked at the limp girl in the chair.
"Is she dead now?"
"I would hope so, we really did a number on her." Selina briskly walked away.
"Hey, where you going?!"
"I need to get some fresh air, it stinks in here."
Harley and Ivy couldn't disagree.