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@jesteresss​ || it’s party time!

  “So, I know we’re in the Northern Sector right now, but I’m definitely thinking we need to hit Kester Park and Southern before we call it a night. I need to win you at least three giant stuffed animals that you’ll have absolutely no way to carry home without getting dirt and mud all over, and you have to do the strength test. Really flex those muscles for me, Harls. I’m a slut for biceps.” His mind is going almost as fast as his mouth - there are a million and one things he wants to do with Harley, and it’s no small blessing she’s as hyper as he is on his better days - most other people would have long since been scared off by his excitement. “But first, we grab some street food. I was thinking it would be more romantic to end the night with fireworks, but I am not a slut for walking further than I need to, so I figure we can eat, hit up the fireworks, and end the night with the games and stuff in the Southern Sector. Plus saving the prizes for last means we don’t have to awkwardly shift everything around.”

  Finally, Wade takes a proper breath - leaving Harley with enough time to at least process what he said. Hopefully. He knows he probably should have ditched the mask by now, but… it’s not really his vibe, if you will. At least he’s wearing a fun tourist button up over the suit, and a comfy pair of pink crocs. “Anyway. Food. Or, uh… drinks?” Smooth, Wade. Smooth. You’re a real pro at this whole ‘dating’ thing, my guy.

Despite being torn from her life back in Coney to live... here, wherever here happened to be, Harley had somehow warmed to the idea and was slightly less murderous about it. Enough for her to enjoy the festivities at least, she was always a sucker for things like this-- entertainment, junk food, drinks, games and a good time. Even in her worst mood she’d have found it hard to say no, which was why when Deadpool had asked if she’d wanted to join him, she had agreed pretty much instantly. 

She didn’t care what they did, truth be told... as long as they did as much as possible. She hummed in agreement. “Heard there’s laser tag somewhere too,” She said with a grin; a little friendly competition wouldn’t hurt anyone important. She then huffed under her breath, moving to step in front of him. “Please. I’ve got a giant death mallet-- strength tests are nothin’!” She did even flex her bicep to prove her point. “Might even let’cha touch ‘em later.” She added with a wink before falling back in step beside him. She didn’t protest his plans for their evening, she truly didn’t care where they went first or what they did as long as it was a good time and she knew for sure it would be. His awkwardness went unnoticed as she linked her arm with his and steered him towards a burger vendor, thus answering his question.  

  “Dammit! I took the crocs off and everything, and I made sure to hold in this massive fart, just in case it wasn’t a silent but deadly.” He sighs in disappointment, head hanging down with a small shake. He’ll get her next time. Deadpool tucks the laser gun away in a holster, then lifts his head to return to his usual cheery self. 

  “They took your stuff too? Well, at least we know it wasn’t them getting back at my white male privilege.” There’s a smile behind the mask as he rubs at his bonked head - that was cute, and he completely understands why she’s a dog person. Dogs love her, women want to be her. “When I got here… well, that’s a tough question to answer, Harls. In the timeline of our conversation, technically I got here today, but sometimes people get distracted and end up taking a week - almost two - to get back to people.”

  “Let’s just make it easy and say two days after you got here. Have you gotten into any trouble yet? Because I was just thinking that this is probably the longest I’ve ever gone without someone chasing me with some kind of weapon and yelling my name in the exact same tone of voice my dad used to use.” He raises a hand - two fingers specifically, and the mischievous grin is clearly visible beneath the mask. “I had two ideas. The first, we blow something up. The second, we start a small business and become moguls with so much money we start calling people ‘peasants’. Thoughts?”

She couldn’t help but laugh-- something she found herself doing a lot when they hung out. Granted they had only met once before this, it still counted and honestly it had turned out to be the most fun she had had in a long time so actually, finding him here too was a huge blessing; she definitely felt better knowing she wasn’t completely alone. She reached out to give his head a light, sympathetic pat as she convinced him his ambush failed. 

@jesteresss

"Loving those colors on you, red is a good color." The robot (who now a human size) points out towards the stranger in question, "Although, quick question, but why are we trying to break the vending machine again?? I mean, you go you, but for me, it's... well, y'know??"

In the brief moment it took for Harley to acknowledge she was being spoken to, she had already made an impressive dent in said vending machine by kicking the absolute shit out of it after it decided to withhold her candy bar. Giving it another swift kick for good measure, her lips formed a small pout when nothing happened and she finally turned her attention to... a robot?

Okay, whatever.

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“I’m not me!” She replies with more force. Could Harley not tell? Maybe they weren’t as close as she thought? No, that was an unfair thing to think. Harley couldn’t know if she wasn’t told and to anticipate her to see the difference Ivy felt in her very being was an incredibly high expectation. It wasn’t a visible thing.

Rouge tresses fall in front of her face as she shakes her head vigorously. “We’ve never been in a situation like this.” Ivy replies before she grabs Harley’s hand and turns to pull her along with the intention of taking her over to the park less than a block away. “Everything else we’ve ever encountered… I have always been able to feel myself. Feel the Green. I can’t feel it here Harley, I can’t even help a simple dandelion grow!”

They walk into the park a few feet and she presses her free hand against the bark of a tree. “You know the kind of things I can do… you know… you can speak to me through any plant-life…” She still holds Harley’s hand while she closes her eyes and focuses- communicating with the Green never took so much effort before. No matter how many times she tried she couldn’t feel or hear a thing. She wanted the tree to move, she wanted it’s roots to break through the ground and split the dirt, the branches to twist and turn and reach out- but nothing happened, save for the quiver of a few branches from a light breeze.

With a sigh Ivy drops her hand and her head, the hold on Harley loosens. “if you tried that now I wouldn’t be able to hear you… I don’t know how… but my connection to the Green is severed…”

The reality of Ivy’s situation weighed heavy on her chest and all she could do was follow as the other woman led her towards a park. She hadn’t wanted to be right, but she was-- this place had taken something else from Ivy, something much more personal than explosives and firearms. It had taken a part of her, something that made Ivy Ivy. She couldn’t even imagine what it must be like, to try and find a connection to something, only for it to be in vain. It must be like losing one of your senses.

Harley knew cruel but that was nothing compared to this. 

She watched as Ivy placed a hand against the trunk of a large tree and bit her lip in anticipation as she too willed it to do something, anything. Ivy was right about something, though. They hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. Harley felt helpless, frustrated, knowing that she couldn’t physically do anything to make it better. All she could do was be there for her best girl and be that pillar of support Ivy had been for her all these years. 

That didn’t mean she couldn’t be angry because, boy, was she mad. 

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The small shred of hope that Harley had managed to get here of her own volition vanished in an instant. With a sigh green eyes drop down as do her hands, falling away from Harley’s shoulders and dragging down her arms until they no longer touched. “Oh yes, the princess.” Her voice holds so much venom that she quite literally would have been speaking it if…. she had any toxicity in her blood. Whatever was there had been rendered dormant somehow.

With a pout on her lips her arms draw in to hold herself as she looks back up at Harley. Is she okay? “…No…” Ivy answers honestly. She hates feeling weak but she owes her only friend this truth. Anyone else would take advantage of this weakness, Harley wouldn’t.

“I’m not okay. I’m not… me.” With a frustrated stomp she clutches her hands into fists and trusts them down. “I fucking hate this place, there’s no way out!”

Her tone catches Harley off-guard somewhat, causing her to raise an eyebrow. This place really had Ivy riled up-- she understood the displeasure of winding up somewhere completely unfamiliar with no real recollection of getting there. However as Ivy begins to explain, Harley couldn’t deny the feeling of dread that washed over her. The inflatable hammer was fun but she had noticed she’d arrived here with no real weapons-- no giant mallet, no baseball bat, no guns, explosives, nothing. Nada. 

But Ivy didn’t use anything like that. That cold feeling only got worse and she really hoped her suspicions were wrong. “Ives... what do ya mean you’re not yourself? And what d’ya mean there’s no way out! There has ta be!” Maybe... maybe she just didn’t look hard enough-- no, this was Ivy, Harley trusted her and if she said there was no way out, then... 

@jesteresss​​​ || sc.

  He’s really having a rough go of it so far. No Cable, no Wolverine, not even Negasonic is here. His business is back in Marvel-town, he’s already wasted his only ten dollars, and there still isn’t a T*co B*ll in sight. This is the worst possible outcome. No guns, no swords, just a laser tag gun. …Wait a minute. Laser tag. That’s it! That’s the secret!

  Wade waits until the dead of night, then begins prowling the streets, jumping from roof to roof, his cape billowing in the wind behind hi… wrong franchise, sorry. It is, however, dark when he heads out from his comfy new living space, laser gun resting comfortably on his hip. It doesn’t take long for him to spot a pair of familiar pig tails. Pony tails? Little hair-uppie things, you know, he still has no clue what the difference is, but anyway. He raises his laser tag gun and BANG!

  “Normally I try not to shoot unprovoked, but I gotta say Harley, you seem pretty off your game.” It’s nice to see a familiar face, even if they only met the one time he went around looking for autographs in Gotham. She had been sweet and cute and funny, and that’s exactly the sort of company Wade can use about now. There’s a smile behind his mask as he shifts stance from aim to arms open in friendly greeting. “I’ll let you get a hit on me free, anywhere you want and I’ll even close my eyes if you promise not to be gentle. Really just kind of fuck me up. Sorry, are we at that level yet? Just don’t kink shame me on main, that’s my other kink.”

What was it that princess had said? Not to wander around late at night? Something like that. It wasn’t like Harley had been paying much attention to the pre-recorded message of her new monarch anyway and in typical Harley fashion, she’d find out things the hard way: by getting herself into stupid situations. 

So far there had been nothing to worry about. It was quiet and she couldn’t sleep so she took a walk, no big deal... until she was ambushed by another familiar face. Mask? Whatever. It didn’t matter. She scoffed at his remark, adjusting her grip on her amazing new inflatable mallet. 

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Ivy wasn’t typically so easily lost in thought, needless to say the misfortune of this predicament was sinking in now and she hardly was the hopeful type. Especially when she was detached from a key essence of her existence. She wasn’t typically an easy person to sneak up on either, nevertheless Harley’s presence was completely unknown until the boop of an inflatable toy hit the back of her head. In the next second she turned to see Harley Quinn.

“Harley?!” She’s briefly stunned as she looks over her friend. The longing for familiarity and fulfillment of it just at seeing her hits fast. Lunging forward she wraps her arms around Gothams Clown Princess and hugs her tight. It’s a little unusual for Ivy to be so emotional and to initiate physical contact like this- but screw the usual. She’s feeling so goddamn lost in this city and like a knight in skimpy armor Harley shows up. She has a connection again, the connection to humanity.

After a second of holding her tight Ivy’s hands fall to Harleys shoulder and she holds her out. “How did you get here? Do you remember anything at all?”

The hug almost knocked the wind out of her, though it wasn’t unwelcome. However, she was somewhat concerned. Ivy was always the cooler of the two, she kept a level head and she was always there to pull Harley out of the darkest of places-- something she had perhaps taken for granted over the years. Harley knew her best friend well enough to know that something wasn’t exactly right, and it wasn’t just their current predicament. She returned the hug and gave Ivy’s cheek a swift peck before she fully pulled away. 

A good question. How did she get here? She still didn’t know where here was. “Nope... I just woke up here. I think?” It was fuzzy, she was just... here. “There was this princess, y’know, on the big tv...” Honestly she wasn’t really listening to what she said, and with most things, she’d probably find out later after getting herself into trouble but at least she wasn’t alone-- she had Ivy now! 

Waking up in a strange place with no memory of getting there was not exactly unusual for Harley. While this place was nicer than some of the hellholes she’d ended up in, it didn’t mean she was any less confused. Still, she had an apartment for some reason, a large inflatable mallet (which she had to admit did look quite fun) but the absence of the rest of her toys did irk her slightly. Again, not that unusual. She’d figure it out later. 

She hadn’t expected to find Poison Ivy here at all, much less as quick as she did, though a huge wave of relief washed over her the moment she caught sight of her. At least she wasn’t in this strange place alone-- they’d find a way home together.

With the ridiculously large inflatable mallet in hand and her usual mischievous smile, Harley crept up behind her best girl, raised the hammer upward and very gently bonked her head with a sing-song-y “boop!” to make her presence known.

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