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[Sweet! When can we move in?]  Peter shoots off that text then moves to get dressed properly in the stuff Harley had got him, most of it fit, she was getting better at buying him things, he actually liked the things too, whether that was because it was his taste or because his taste had changed from being around her, he wasn’t sure.  Then he moves to start packing away their things, starting with his own stuff. 

[ Right now! Pack your shit up sweetie we’re MOVIN! ]

Harley tucked her phone away and looked over at the Landlord. “My boyfriend is comin’ so do we gotta sign somethin or are we settled?” she asked. Bruce bared his fangs and growled.

“Grace is no puppy. And please don’t touch her.”

Originally posted by hell-aint-a-bad-place-to-be

Harley raised her eyebrows. “Alright, alright, I get it. Don’t touch whatcha can’t afford,” she said with a laugh. “That’s my philosophy too.” 

THIS WAS DIFFERENT. He was NOT playing by anyone rules but his own. All those years in Gotham and NOT once had he beaten Batman. NOT one time did he ever defeat the caped crusader. Batman had always beaten him time and time again – and he was SICK of it. And now Batman had run off, formed the JUSTICE LEAGUE and started to hang around with the META FILTH of the world, thinking himself better than he truly is. The CLOWN was going to show him – that these meta humans, where not on there level and not worth their time.

“You want to be taken SERIOUSLY for once in your life, stick around till the END. Besides you cut and run on me – then the KID – you already know I’m NOT good with children.” He wouldn’t even look at her, he didn’t need to – she knew the THREAT was enough to get her to play ball. “Stop passenger seat driving, I’m going!”

Everything was coming together. He had EVERYTHING he needed. He had been busy these last few months, setting this up – making sure everything was perfect. Stealing a NUCLEAR BOMB was not an easy feat, catching SCARECROW and MURDERING him as well, just as hard – and teaching himself how to do SURGERY without killing his patient, even TRICKIER– but in order to pull this off, he did it all.

They had reached METROPOLIS. And they had waited until dark. Giving false information to countless sources – about Lex Luthor returning to the city. JIMMY OLSEN like the cockroach that he was – was quick out on the scene, but there was NO scoop, NO story – NOTHING but two CLOWNS and a gun as JOKER shot him several times in the chest before he had the chance to activate his little emergency alarm for SUPERMAN.

“We are on a TICKING clock now –“ He smiled as he dropped the PLAYING CARD down on the body of the young man, staring down at him with a SMILE. There was NO going back – SUPERMAN would find out that Jimmy was missing and it would not take long for him to find him and when he did, there would be HELL to pay. “Go – get LOUIS and meet me at the DOCKS!”

Damn it, she KNEW the kid would be a bad idea. Why’d she have to go all SOFT? Harley kept her guard up as they drove, although it didn’t seem like it. Her legs were propped up against the dashboard and she spent the trip primping herself. Nails, makeup, hair, all the while keeping the Joker in her peripherals.

When Metropolis came into view, she put her legs down and looked up at the skyline. She slightly wrinkled her eyebrows and felt a pit settling in her stomach. Shit. Was she gonna die for real this time? This was a HORRIBLE idea. Fuck the Joker. 

It was as though she blinked and suddenly she was standing over a corpse. She’d be totally freaked if this kind of thing didn’t happen a lot, especially when she was with him. She hardly remembered what she did, but her knuckles were bloodied and they stung. 

She looked the the Joker and scoffed. Picking up her bloodied bat, she sauntered off to find the reporter. Harley was always one for the dramatics. So she dressed herself in a KILLER disguise and walked into the Daily Planet and smiled at the receptionist. “Hello there, I have an appointment with Miss Lois Lane,” she said in a slightly terrible British accent.

Ivy had never cared for another human being like she did with Harley, or rather, she never bothered caring for anything or anyone else other than nature. It was why she spent most of her time with plants, because they were way easier to deal with than pathetic humans with their self destructive emotions. But with Harley, she was starting to realise that she might be more human than she’d want to admit. And that scared her.

“Don’t make a big fuss over this, cupcake,” Ivy replied as nonchalantly as she could, resisting the urge to reach out and touch Harley’s stained porcelain face. “We should go before their backup arrives,” she added as she willed her vines at the last of the goons who were still coming at them with firearms, slapping their weapons out of their hold before squeezing the air out of their bodies. “Got everything you wanted?”

❝ And then some, ❞ Harley said with a nod. She grinned and picked up the duffel bag full of goodies that she’d left behind when she left Mister J. Luckily the Crown Prince wasn’t home, but it didn’t mean his Goons weren’t ready. And from the looks of it, they were given strict instructions if she’d ever decided to come back.

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Peter woke up and found himself alone, he’d way overslept, he needed the rest though and was feeling pretty refreshed. Sitting up he grabs his phone and sends her a text.  [text] Hows the apartment hunt coming along? 

Harley grinned and spun around the apartment. “POIFECT!” she exclaimed and shook the landlord’s hand. “I’ll TAKE it!” 

The landlord smirked and chuckled. “First month’s rent up front. Unless...you have any other way to pay me,” he said and smiled, showing probably four teeth. 

Harley looked at him and raised her eyebrow. “Ya might wanna think twice before ya ask me that again,” she said. Bruce growled and stepped between the both of them. Harley felt her phone buzz and she smiled.

A low sharp whistle was enough to clear the room, this wasn’t to be Harley’s grand reveal to the boys, although they had been made aware of the other. No, this was yet another test in a long line waiting for her. Diving head first into a vat of chemicals may have proved something to Joker, but Johnnie was far more protective of the business they had built up, Joker may have been the head, but the blonde was the neck and the spine that kept that head held up and turning. Harley was nothing more than a favoured hand on a lonely night at this point to her. 

The man looked between Harley and Johnnie, unsure at the moment who to be more afraid of. He had thought the girl was a new dancer, made to look like Joker in some promotional type of thing. “I- Miss Frost, please! Tell him I’m sorry! That I’ll get you the money, please- I didn’t mean-” 

“Oh god Kaleb, have a bit of a fucking spine would you? Look at her, she’s clearly nuts, wanting to give you a private show.” Was all Johnnie would say as she sighed, moving away from the cell for a few moments to protesting cries before the sound of scraping wood echoed around them, Johnnie dragging back a chair to sit on as she put her heels up on the cell bars, watching casually. “Not a drop on your dress Harley, I’ve just gotten the dry cleaning done for the month.” 

The man sobbed between great big wracking breaths as he looked up to the other girl holding the knife. “Please, I’m sorry miss, I didn’t know, I didn’t know I swear…. I wouldn’t- I would never do… I have a wife, and kids..” 

“Liar.” Snorted Johnnie under her breath. 

❝Aw Frosty, where’s the fun in that?❞ she asked when Johnnie told her not to get her dress dirty. Although she kind of did agree with her. This dress was CAYUTE! It would be a damn shame for this low-life’s blood to RUIN it. 

She tilted her head when the man mentioned her had a wife and children, as though THAT would make her merciful. She heard Johnnie snort under her breath and she looked over at one of the goons. She gestured towards the cage. He hesitated before opening the cage. 

Harley smirked and stood before the blubbering man. ❝ A wife and children? Ya know, my daddy had a wife, and he had me, and he was STILL a piece of shit. Kinda wish someone would have done me the favor and offed him. Consider this a little PRESENT for your wife and children. ❞

She laughed and the man whimpered and cried more. She grabbed one of his tied up wrists and smirked. ❝ Ya want ME? ❞ she cooed, like a lullaby. ❝ What’s wrong? Ya don’t like me? ❞ She jerked his wrist, hearing the bones crunch as she broke it. He screamed and she laughed. 

A small smile tugs at his lips at her words, they were a duo now, nothing was going to change that, not without one hell of a fight. With an arm draped over her he soon drifts off to sleep too, finally getting the rest he’d been trying to get pretty much all day. 

Harley was awake early the next morning. Sal had given her a list of apartments so she now roamed the streets of Gotham looking from apartment to apartment with Bruce at her side.

“Yay, whoo, freedom.” Johnnie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she closed the door behind them, leading her back through the labyrinth of back corridors down to the large basement they had tunneled for themselves. “And nu-uh, I don’t tell you nothin’ the boss doesn’t want me telling you. No doubt he’ll let you know, once the work is done.” The ‘if you last that long’ hung in the air. 

Downstairs was certainly less polished, the dampness seeping in, rusting the metal that reinforced the structure that surrounded them. Soon they were in the furthest reaches of the basement, small metal cages lining the halls, guns and knives were spaced out in between. As if someone would be too lazy to walk between each one. 

Halfway along the line, a few guards were standing outside an occupied cage, a man who had clearly been partying upstairs crying and begging upon deaf ears. “Right. This here is Kaleb, he works for us down in the theatre district… Turns out, he’s been skimming off the top, and on top of that, J saw him making eyes at you while you danced… So here.” Johnnie pulled out a knife from her back holster, holding the blade as she extended the handle to Harley. 

“J wants you to give him your full attention… He’ll be down soon enough.” 

The lower corridors were a TOTAL buzz-kill. She looked around and slightly narrowed her eyes when she felt the dampness on her skin. It irritated her...perhaps that was why she didn’t think twice when she took the knife from Johnnie. 

When she saw the different weapons hanging on the walls, she couldn’t help but rush over and look at each one. She used a gun a few times as HARLEEN. A few times at a shooting range, a few times for the Joker when he put her through her first tests. She’d KILLED before, now it was more PLEASURABLE than anything else. 

She heard the cries of the man and she stood beside Johnnie, tilting her head at the man. Any sane person would look at the man and feel empathy, FEEL the DESIRE to free him. But Harley only saw an ugly tub of lard whimpering pathetically. He deserved whatever came to him. She REMEMBERED him when she was dancing. His eyes had skimmed over her body and his hand had nearly gone all the way down his pants. She’d ignored him, after all, she was doing her job if it meant DISTRACTING.