𝖌 𝖔 𝖔 𝖉 𝖓 𝖎 𝖌 𝖍 𝖙 ♥

This might be the most unlikely of friendships, but he deserved that didn’t he? A FRIEND. He puts the hair tie on his wrist, and moves over to the sink. He was really putting a lot of trust in her here. “Alright, you know what you’re doing, right?”

               harley chuckled at his question, beginning to slowly wet his hair. ❝ sure i do, sugar. do it all the time, ya think i go to salons to put this color in? way too time consuming- ❞ and sometimes she did go to salons, but only when she was feeling rebellious with her hair. ❝ so, pink now, what’ll it be in a few months? blue? big fan’a blue too. ❞

Kaine really had no idea about who the woman was, but even so he’d never judge someone since he had done some awful things himself. “Yeah, alright.” He pulls the hair out of the bun, letting the hair fall down against his back.

               ❝ alright - ❞ harley started, running her fingers through his blonde strands to assess what she was working with. ❝ mmm okay, rapunzel. we gotta get ya wet so i can work with the dye, ❞ she continued, reaching over to flip on the bathroom sink. 

“Look you’ve been following me for three blocks so either do something or keep stepping or pick a fight but I don’t have all night for both.” Erik sneered at the stranger behind him and puffed his chest out, “Well what’s it gonna be?”

               HER EYES ABSOLUTELY ILLUMINATED WITH DELIGHT as the man spat out those fighting words followed by that puff of his chest like some little kid did in the playground. that grin of hers widened on her red painted lips -- a small tilt of her head accompanying. ❝ well, i’ll fight ya but i’d rather keep walkin’ my way towards that liquor store i’m goin’ to.❞ 

Kaine had just come to a point in his life where he decided to do what he wants to do. No one really knew him, but why not make a friend? Even if that means he’ll get pink hair. “Alright the bathroom it is, lead the way.” He says since she was the expert here, fully invested in what was about to happen suddenly.

               HE WAS THE FIRST ONE TO INDULGE her tendencies which made harley more excited than he even knew. so she nodded quickly, grabbing his hand and tugging him to the bathroom where there were already pink and blue stained splotches in both the shower and the sink. ❝ alright... so we’ll have to let loose that man-bun, okay? ❞

“Well usually I just cut it all off, so why not do something fun with it for once. I’ll let you do some pink with it.” Kaine sure was going to regret it tomorrow, but at least then he could say at least he did one spontaneous thing. “Where we doing this?”

                HE WAS ONE OF THE MORE SPONTANEOUS ones which harley greatly appreciated. all her tattoos were acquired on a whim -- it was the best way to do things. ❝ you’ll look gorgeous with pink hair, sugar- ❞ the blonde reassured him, reaching up to run her lithe fingers through his blond locks to see what she was working with. ❝ well i got the pink dye in my bathroom and it’s already a mess in there so a bit more dye won’t make a difference. but we can go anywhere, really. ❞

     the sight of harley made the botanist’s stomach flip. and not just in that usual so-crazy-about-you kind of way. knowing that she hadn’t been able to entirely protect the blonde had slowly been eating away at her. most of that evening, she had truly believed she had EVERYTHING under control. she was poison ivy, after all. but even ivy couldn’t keep the infamous harley quinn out of trouble. she found herself reliving the incident a few times. in a bittersweet sense, the rage she had experienced had unleashed her full wrath; giving them an upper hand against those glorified robots. on the DOWNSIDE, here the harlequin was. pitifully hobbling around on some outdated crutches. instinctively, the redhead started to rise to her feet; her main focus on harley’s comfort. she didn’t want to come across as overbearing. but pam found herself doting on the psychiatrist almost as much as she nurtured her babies.  ❝ harl. ❞ her voice wavered slightly. the sight of the glasses made her heart sink. ❝ where’d you manage to find these groovy things? ❞ though she tried her best to give a GENUINE smile in thanks. ❝ are you… are you feeling alright? ❞

              HARLEY COULDN’T HELP BUT ROLL HER EYES at how ivy was acting right now. just like red to get all worked up over something as little as a sprain... but maybe she was thinking about something else about their relationship as well. that wavering utterance of her name only had the blonde sighing -- clear blue gaze looking up to ivy’s forest eyes just as she gave that obviously forced smile. ❝ cut it out, red. i’m fine. you’re lookin’ at me like i’m some little homeless puppy and i can’t stand it... my leg’s all good, stay here- ❞ she requested, taking ivy’s hand and tugging her back into the seat just when she was beginning to stand. pam had always been so caring for her... harley wished she could repay her, but sometimes she just felt like she was being straight out pitied. 

     a year ago, pamela would have scoffed at the idea of putting herself in DANGER for the sake of others. it was all about survival of the fittest. proving that you were the strongest of the strong. yet, despite herself, the botanist had found herself fighting alongside all the do-gooders at that disastrous gala. it was odd regaining a sense of humanity. for so long, she had only cared about the safety of her CHILDREN. and, while she was nowhere near selfless, she found herself slightly more aware of the safety of people other than herself. frowning slightly at the thought, pam sat down near a windowsill; soaking in the almost intoxicating warmth of the sun. it was crazy how much one young woman had managed to change her. and while it was for the better, it had made her almost distant the past few days. processing such feelings was never something ivy had been particularly GOOD at. @hvrlcy

               THE GALA WAS NOTHING LIKE WHAT SHE THOUGHT it’d be. the night started out great -- harley with her gold and black sequined dress and blonde, blue, and pink tresses let loose for once, but then before she knew it she was being violently threw across the marbled floor straight into a concrete pillar. she was lucky to only have a bump on her head and a sprained ankle as a result, but the harlequin was now on crutches or limping around for the time being which definitely wasn’t fun for harley who was frequently seen jumping around the place. but that wasn’t her concern. what she had been thinking about was that talk the both of them had... never had harley thought that the two would grow so close, but there she was with ivy on her mind most hours of the day. crutching out to pam’s usual spot, harley allowed her normal grin to spread across her lips right below those obnoxiously big 70′s style sunglasses she was wearing -- another red pair in her hand for pam. ❝ hiya, pun’kin- ❞ she announced, getting close enough before leaning her crutches on the nearly wall and sliding in that seat with ivy -- the fit a bit tight, but harley liked the proximity. ❝ got these for ya- ❞ she continued, presenting those glasses. 

“I’m not sure how well I’d look, but I wouldn’t mind red or pink on the ends I suppose.” What was Kaine getting himself into? He never does something like this, but today he felt like doing something just for the sake of doing it.

               AND AT THAT, HER EYES LIT UP TO accompany that wide smile of hers. no one ever let her mess with their hair -- not even ivy would let dye anywhere near her. ❝ really!? ya promise!? no take backs! ❞ she blabbered out quickly, soon moving closer to run her pale fingers through his locks. ❝ pink would look good on ya. ❞

“Yeah, I know popular craze at one point. Something about people buying miniature hats for their manbun, which is stupid.” Kaine rolls his eyes at that memory, unable to believe anyone actually bought that.

               THE THOUGHT OF HATS FOR MAN BUNS made her a bit jealous of everyone who got to see them. god, how hilarious did that sound... ❝ wanna dye your tips? i got blue and pink... or we could dye the whole thing! makes a statement, ya know? ❞ 

“I might have the evening free depending on what you have in mind, Harley.” Ted was always in a helpful mood within reason, so he puts his stuff down for now. “What are we doing then? What do you need help with?”

               SHE GRINNED AT HIS COMMENT, rolling her eyes teasingly. ❝ commitment issues, huh? you know i’m a riot, i won’t bore ya or anythin’- ❞ harley continued, leaning against the nearest wall. ❝ we’re gonna be hitching a ride into the city for some hair dye. maybe some new tights. we could even get you some stuff too! ❞

“What can I do for you? You came all this way after all so it must be something. I have the entire evening free so don’t worry.”

               STRAIGHT TO THE POINT WITH this one. harley liked it, but god knew she was one to talk and talk around the subject. ❝ ya got the entire evening free? ❞ he seemed like the only one. everyone was so busy nowadays. ❝ wanna help me with some stuff? ❞

Kaine pulls off his mask, putting it on the table, and then undoes the bun his hair was tied back into. He then realizes someone was standing there. “What?”

               HARLEY SHRUGGED A SHOULDER, tearing her eyes away from the guy to carry on with her business. ❝ oh, nothin’... just that i forgot about the whole man bun thing, ❞ she replied with a grin, blue eyes looking back up to the spider. 

jess hadn’t realized that she spaced out for a few moments until she snapped out of her trance-like state and turned towards the source of the voice trying to grab her attention. “sorry. i just…blanked.” she shook her head a little. “what’s up?”

                 BROWS RAISED AS THE OTHER finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in before reaching over to grab the pen from the other side of the table. ❝ it’s fine, it’s fine... ❞ harley spoke, her tongue poking out only slightly in concentration as she jotted down a  dumb little sketch on her arm for a possible tattoo. ❝ y’good, sugar? seem a bit... outta it- ❞

   his eyes went up to the mansion as he walked up the path to the front door. the place was huge and a little intimidating and he checked the little piece of paper he had with the address on it. someone had recommended that he should come to this place and now he wasn’t too sure. luckily his eyes spotted a stranger in the distance and he made his way across the fresh cut grass to them.   ❝ excuse me, ❞   he said, holding the paper between his fingers, unsure of what else to do.  ❛ we could have kicked down the door… ❜   eddie ignored the voice in his head as his eyes stayed focused on the person.   ❝ hi … um, someone said i should come here, ❞   his eyes floated back up to the mansion.  ❝ so — what is it with this place? it’s not like a murder house, is it? ❞

               SHE HAD GOTTEN MOSTLY USED TO this place, but it sure as hell wasn’t her own home in gotham. everything was so.... bright here. the seventies sure wasn’t as gloomy as her beloved, crime-riddler city was. however, the city was great and so wild which felt homey in a sense. the blonde started her way across the pristine mowed lawn of the mansion with a bag of assorted desserts she intended not to share in hand when she heard a new voice who was approaching. his question made a grin grow on her face followed by a brief round of laughter at the thoughts blowing through her mind. it even got to a point where harley was too in her head -- but the girl learned how to stop herself. ❝ sorry.... the voices- ❞ she noted before taking a glance back at that mansion. ❝ nah, not a murder house, ❞ the harlequin started again with a small chuckle. ❝ a bunch’a superheroes tryin’ t’see whose got the tightest spandex? no way anyones gettin’ murdered. ❞ and then she leaned in as if sharing a secret. ❝ they still got wallpaper in there... want a tour? ❞

               WHY PUDDIN’. that question was a biggie for sure... and harley knew why she called him that, but now that she thought of it, she’s never told anyone her reasoning. and it wasn’t even a heartfelt reasoning at that, but it held significance to her for some reason. ❝ well... that was the first thing he gave me.... ever, ya know? ‘cause i kept givin’ and givin’ stuff to him, and i guess it was nice to finally get something back... and that something was prison cafeteria puddin’. vanilla, sugar-free. ❞

     a semi-annoyed GROAN escaped from rose-colored lips. shaking her head, pamela shoved her way closer to the dessert table. unfortunately, the hysteria had truly kicked in at this point and there was now a sea of people keeping the redhead from the younger woman. ivy could almost feel the venom pulsing through her veins; a green tint slowly returning to her ivory complexion. ❝ harleen. FRANCES. quinzel. ❞ there seemed to be no longer be a point in concealing her abilities. breathing in, pam slowly raised her arms from her sides to the height of her shoulders. there was a loud crack in the marble flooring as vines fought their way through; creating a barrier small enough to herd the civilians away from the pair. ❝ what in the world am i going to do with you? do you want to get killed? ❞ the botanist hurriedly approached her friend? girlfriend? she still wasn’t quite sure what to call her. ❝ that better be one INCREDIBLE cannoli. ❞ despite the frustration in her tone, a wave of relief washed over her face. she wasn’t truly mad at the psychiatrist. all the redhead wanted was for her to be safe. 

               OH GOD, THE FULL NAME. harley’s bright blues widened in unison with her mouth falling agape. the closer pam moved, the more clear it was that her green was returning to her complexion -- but the vines fighting through the marble floors only added to the chaos. the woman moved to pam like some sort of just-scolded puppy and looped her arm around hers in attempt to get on pam’s good side once again. and if she was a puppy, those ears... or pigtails or hers would’ve sure as hell been slumped down on her face. yes, harley definitely had to make it up to pam. but at the same time, the woman had to know what she was getting herself into. ❝ ...five incredible cannolis- ❞ the harlequin retorted quietly, a nervous semi-smile falling on her lips before leaning up to kiss pam’s cheek. ❝ you’re right, let’s get outta here. this night’s gone t’shit, but maybe we can hotwire some nice lookin’ car and make a better night outta it. ❞

     pamela wanted nothing more than to stay FROZEN in that moment. for the first time in her life, she felt complete. her arm tightened around the blonde protectively, silently cherishing the moment. although it wasn’t long before her happiness was replaced with an overwhelming sense of dread. all she could focus on was protecting harley. but from what she wasn’t quite sure of. ivy could feel the other start to wiggle out of her grasp. her lips parted in an attempt to protest, but harley was already on the move. ❝ harleen. ❞ her tone of STERN. the botanist quickly followed suit, pushing through throngs of chattering people. no matter what, she wasn’t letting the harlequin out of her sight. ❝ please hurry. i don’t know what’s happening but── ❞ whatever she said next was obscured by a chorus of ear piercing screams. ❝ harley! ❞ she tried her best to be heard over the frightened gala-goers.  ❝ come here. now.  ❞

               INSTEAD OF THE NORMAL INSTINCT OF ducking down at the sound of a gunshot and screams from the crowd, harley popped her little pink and blue head up in attempt to see what was going on. she’d be lying if she said it didn’t intrigue her, but the sound of ivy’s harsh tone was enough to snap her out of it and into a normal mindset for once. desserts were now the last thing on her mind as she saw that look of fear on red’s face -- harley not worried for her own safety, but for pam’s sake of mind. so once she heard that commandment, harley quickly picked up a few cannolis. ❝ i’ll be just one more second, red! i’m comin’, i’m comin’- ❞ she yelled over the frantic crowd, nearly tripping over some lady’s gown as she turned to head back to pam. ❝ jeez, watch it! no manners these days- ❞ her words would obviously do nothing to ease that worry red had on her face though, so she did her best to scurry back to her though the wild crowd was doing a better job at keeping them apart.