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Harleen starting BS with me again

Pamela could think of a million sweet nicknames to call the woman she loved so dearly — and yet this is what Harley had decided to call her. Bugbreath. 

This was one of their normal arguments. Bugs were delicious and a good source of protein, they happened to be one of the metahuman's favorite snacks especially when roasted and lightly seasoned. Better than most chips, honestly. They could be sweet, salty and had so many practical uses. If her dearest friend didn’t know it was cricket flour then she wouldn’t even have a reaction -- Ivy knows this because much to the blonde’s unknown horror she had probably eaten hundreds of bugs over the years of dating the botanist. Even raw bugs could be so good, add that with some vitamin rich soil and you had yourself a delightful dinner -- and yet here they were stuck in the same loop of apology.

Making her girlfriend a wide variety of desserts was one of Pam's favorite ways to gain Harley’s attention. The more creative she got with the sprinkles and colored frosting the better. So today she had made her a milkshake with everything, marshmallows, high quality hand made ice cream, sprinkles, whipped cream, chocolate shavings — you name it, it was on there. It was a peace offering considering last night during a midnight snack run SOMEONE had accidentally grabbed a bag of what she thought was chips and downed the entire thing only to find out the next morning it was seasoned assorted bugs and not BBQ chips. For a brief moment the metahuman truly believed her relationship had met it's premature end.

So, here she was with a milkshake. 

Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”

“You really didn’t have to come on this trip with me Harls.”

Gloved hands stayed firm on the steering wheel as she allowed a glance to her bubbly passenger, this was a road trip Pam had planned on taking alone. It was rather personal, and she had no intention of dragging her girlfriend along – however, when she mentioned she’d be gone for a week or more that was that and Harley had her bags packed within the hour. 

Pulling her sunglasses down she squinted towards the setting sun, they'd probably need to stop at a hotel before arriving. Pam's aunt didn't live in Gotham, but rather a beautiful estate down south. She didn't really want to surprise her in the middle of the night, as that would be rather rude since she also forgot to mention she was even coming. Her bad.

“It’s going to be boring you know, I’m just popping in to grab some research papers I wrote back in high school. It will be a quick hello and then goodbye with my aunt. You’ll probably just stay in the car.”

She glanced once again to see the blonde fiddling with the radio and shook her head. She doubted she was listening, but ah well, if she had to go home with anyone she’d always pick Harley. Nobody else got to know her past, and sure as hell nobody else got to meet her aunt. She had done enough for her, and the last thing she wanted to do was put her in danger. As far as her Aunt knew Pamela was a shy, obedient and delicate woman who loved flowers and got a doctorate to prove just how much she loved them. They kept in touch sparingly, mostly through letters and the occasional phone call. Call them old fashioned, but it worked.

       after an aggressive amount of questioning and whining, harley learned that she was making a trip down south. pam wouldn’t specify where down south nor would she tell her why she was suddenly leaving the tristate area. this did not deter her as evidenced by how, hours later, she was leisurely draped across her passenger's seat. no seatbelt. windows down. all vibes. the wind whipped her blonde locks back with an ongoing series of cracks, muffling the oldie’s station that played inside the car. zoning out to the changing landscape beside her, she lost track of time entirely.

       IT WAS GOING TO BE BORING,  i’m just getting some papers, you’re staying in the car. as if. harley pulled her head from the window with enough momentum that she found herself almost on top of pamela before reeling back. she shook her head like a dog, pigtails smacking herself in the face. allowing herself a moment to blow the stray strands out of her face, she finally turned to answer her friend.

       “  i’m stayin’ in the car? that’s cute, rosebud! why the hell would i miss an opportunity to meet the only family who’s ever been good to you? i gotta meet auntie nature!  “  harleen threw a hand out to gesture at the vast nothing ahead.  “ beeesides, what’s the point in drivin’ all this way if we can’t stay for a while? drink some sweet tea or somethin’. don’t be such a buzzkill— “

LIKE THE GENERATIONS OF LEAVES, THE LIVES OF MORTAL MEN. NOW THE WIND SCATTERS THE OLD LEAVES ACROSS THE EARTH, NOW THE LIVING TIMBER BURSTS WITH THE NEW BUDS AND SPRING COMES ROUND AGAIN. AND SO WITH MEN: AS ONE GENERATION COMES TO LIFE, ANOTHER DIES AWAY.

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"paradise on my right, hell on my left and the angel of death behind."

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"it's shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

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"a stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both."

"greatness is a transitory experience, it is never consistent."

"do not count a human dead until you’ve seen his body, and even then you can make a mistake."

"but it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal problems."

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"i am not the kind of person i want to be."

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"your life is stolen."

"the hunter does not seek dead game."

"are you already training my replacement?"

"we tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s really chewing on us."

"where the fear has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain."

"what do you despise? by this are you truly known."

"i should've suspected trouble when the coffee failed to arrive."

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"in such perfection, all things move towards death."

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"what is the son but an extension of the father?"

"you have eyes, yet cannot see without light."

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"fear is the mind-killer."

"the way the mind will lean under stress is strongly influenced by training."

"to accept a little death is worse than death itself."

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"i see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms."

"a popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful."

"don't sit with your back to any doors."

"there's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of..."

"any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die."

"we went soft, we lost our edge."

"you can’t buy security."

"we faced it and did not resist."

"thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind."

"there is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors."

"it is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

"what has mood to do with it?"

[ ill ] sender takes care of receiver when they are unwell

It was exceedingly rare to get sick from her own creations, but Pamela Isly was not a perfect woman and sometimes even she could fall victim to her own intelligence. Creating an antidote was possible, if she could manage to get up long enough to do it – but alas she found herself with an unbreakable fever and shivering as if it was freezing cold in her penthouse turned greenhouse. The temperature never dipped below 80 in there, so she knew it was the illness worsening. The hallucinations were the worst, she’d imagined the objects talking to her and at one point she imagined herself done and well only to wake up in the snow bank outside choking for air. The cold could cause her to shut down and go into a hibernation state; so no more close calls.

With desperation in her voice she called her former therapist and best friend Harley, the clown had been out of town for a few weeks on a road trip. The breakup with Joker had been hard on her, and Ivy didn’t blame her for needing some time to herself before settling into their new relationship. It killed her to make the call, but with the temperature dropping as night fell she felt like she had no choice.

“Hey Harls, ah yeah no I’m fine.”, she sat and listened for a few moments blinking slowly as a snowflake fell into her eye; so she decided to just keep them closed from that point forward, “Hey so, did you plan on coming home anytime…soon? Or?” As if the gods above had heard her non-existent prayers she heard the sound of a car pulling up and a familiar voice.

“Right now actually, I was gunna surprise ya! Oh shit! Red, are you outside?”