The Show Me Salon is one of Gotham City's most exclusive-and expensive-spas. One of their specialties is mud baths. For $75 an hour-$50 a half hour-you can luxuriate in a tub filled with mud.
Catwoman and Harley Quinn took this service, one afternoon.
They went into the "mud room" together. They wore one-piece bathing suits-Cat's black, and Harley's red and black-robes, and slippers.
Harley walked over to the tub and looked at it. "Bathing in this will REALLY make my skin softer?"
"I've been bathing in it once a month-sometimes more-since they started this service. Feel how soft my skin is."
She held her arm out and Harley rubbed it. "Like a baby's," she agreed. "You first."
"All right."
Cat took her slippers and robe off. Then she climbed in the tub and settled herself.
"Your turn," she said.
"Well, here goes!"
Harley also took her robe and slippers off. She climbed in the tub and settled herself next to Cat. It was large enough to seat both girls very comfortably.
"So, what do you think?," asked Cat.
"Kinda nice, actually. It feels. . . Squishy!"
"Now, get the mud all over you, up to your neck."
She did this, and so did Cat.
"You look like a mud pie!," said Harley.
Cat smiled. "So do you, honey!"
"By the way, I heard that you and Batman mud wrestled, once."
"I beat him! He wants a rematch; I'll do it, one day."
"I hear tell that he beat YOU!"
"Well, that's not true!"
"OK, OK!"
"And Harley, there's something I've wanted to ask you."
"What?"
"Why do you hang out with the Joker?"
"He's a good guy."
"He's a bastard! And one of these days, he's going to hurt you, honey!"
"Aw, he aint so bad! I just got to learn to stay away from him when he has one of his 'turns.'"
Catwoman shook her head in disgust. "Well, if you ever want to leave him, I'll be there to help you."
"Thanks."
They relaxed a while.
Harley held up her muddy left arm and rubbed it. "This mud does make my skin softer."
Cat felt Harley's arm. "Yes, it does."
"And we're supposed to stay hear for an hour?"
"That's right."
"I'm a little tired. Perhaps I'll sleep for a while. Wake me up, before we leave."
"Sure, honey."
However, at that moment, a man entered the room-a man in a costume!
"Batman!," said Catwoman.
"I heard a report that you two ladies had entered this spa."
"And you thought we were going to rob it, right?," sand Harley.
"Well, I was just making sure."
"We're just enjoying a mud bath together," said Catwoman, "and I'm paying for it out of my own money."
Batman paused with embarrassment. "Well, it's obvious I made a mistake," he finally conceded. "I'll leave now. Sorry for intruding."
"Wait a moment," said Catwoman.
She quickly whispered something to Harley, who giggled a bit in response.
"What?," said Batman.
"I'd like to give you a little something. Come here."
He walked over to them. They grabbed him and pulled him into the mud with them!
The usually dignified Batman didn't look so dignified! He faced the girls, who were now laughing. He picked up a blob of mud and threw it at Cat. She threw mud back at him. Then he grabbed her, and they kissed!
"This is getting interesting!," said Harley.
Bat and Cat got out of their kiss.
"I guess this counts as our second mud wrestling match!," she said.
"There's always a third."
"I'm ready whenever you are."
"I'd like to watch it!," Harley commented.
Batman got out of the tub. He looked around the room, a bit.
"The door over there leads to the shower," said Catwoman, and she pointed to it.
He walked toward it. "Again, I'm sorry for intruding on you ladies. But I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, soon."
"I'm sure you will!," said Cat.
He left.
"I fooled him," said Cat.
"You did?"
"That door leads to the reception!"
Cat and Harley laughed and hugged, then continued their bath.