Harley
Quinn had been humiliated by Batman, and she knew it. What's worse,
her dear old Mister J had reminded her of it many times. Joker even
went as far as trying to punch her in the face, but missed. Where he
did
hit
her, though...    "So he punched my
breast. Big deal!" Harley yelled at the wall in the alley. "If
Mister J knew I was more than just a henchman, he'd come begging for
me to even grace him with the skin of my cleavage!" T

Cia
sat on a throne in the Temple of Souls, leaning her arm on her chair.
She had been waiting for Link to show up for quite a while, swinging
his Master Sword bravely as he entered her chamber to face her. Oh,
Link,
she thought, putting her hand on her left breast, over her
heart. Why
did you make me do all this? Why did you have to be enamored
with that Zelda twit? What does she have that I don't? I mean, it's
certainly not her figure, her breasts may be nice but they're much
smaller

[The
office of Tony Roche, crime boss of the west side] 
  They say that desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Bernie Carilli and his crime family is aiming to rub yours out,
that counts as a desperate time. And what Tony Roche just called in
was definitely a desperate measure. 
  Tony didn't exactly understand why the hitman he just asked
for via telegram in didn't ask for a payment in advance, or why they
wanted the upfront payment to be a couple of milk bottles