If you are strong enough, you will survive

”I wish I did.” she mumbled quietly. Grace wanted nothing more than to find comfort in being surrounded by water, but it did the complete opposite for her. She was too afraid to go near it because it was too easy for her to lose control if she was, so as sad as it was, the brunette always attempted to avoid places like beaches, lakes and even fountains. Grace knew that she wasn’t like Pam in any way and she admired the way that the redhead spoke so confidently about her powers and how she felt about them - if only the metahuman herself could do the very same thing. When Pamela told her that she feared being judged by Grace if she did open up, her eyebrows lifted in response. She was already assuming that she knew what kind of reaction she’d receive, though Grace had a habit of surprising people. “How do you know that, Pam? You haven’t even told me…”

Pamela hesitated at Grace’s question, letting out a terse sigh as she ran a hand through her hair. “Because... everyone else has, at one point or another.” She shrugged with a small laugh, hollow-sounding as she leaned back against the couch. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She suggested, her tone joking, but the offer serious. Grace had been skirting around the details of what drove her away, of why she thought herself a monster. Maybe she was, maybe Pamela had found a kindred spirit. But she couldn’t be sure until she heard it.

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   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆at the male, when a familiar voice hit her ears, and she couldn’t believe this was… Pamela. When did she show up? How? Her impish smile faded and she stayed with a stoic expression, watching the scene unfold before her. When she felt the redhead arm around her waist, she kissed Ivy’s cheek before looking at the men in front of them. Red and her powers… Free drinks! She can’t never turn down it. She smiled timidly, when the guys was interacting with themselves, and gaze drop on the floor, sighing deeply. She wasn’t expecting to see the redhead tonight. The jester was getting nervous around her ‘wife’. She turned her heels to be in front of her and wrapped her arms around her neck, dancing in a slow style as if they were dancing in a slow song while the club was playing electronic music.      ❛ Your 'wife’? ❜ She whispered back at Pamela’s ear, teasing her. ❛ I didn’t obligate ya ta break me out of jail. Buuuuut! I’m grateful nonetheless. ❜ Harley wasn’t expecting to anyone to break her out of prison, the only person she thought that could do it to her was Joker, but since she cut the ties with him, she never thought Pamela and Selina would come to rescue her. She was very happy to see the girls coming to her, she hopes the redhead knew that she’s grateful. ❛  Y'anno… Maybe I want to back to prison again. I look cute in the handcuffs.❜ She whispered on her ears, playfully. The guy Harley hit on him came with two drinks one for Harley and the other to the redhead, and she pulled away from Ivy to get her drink, and toasted with the redhead glass. ❛ Free drinks! Thank you, Pamsy! ❜ She winks at the Isley, and took a sip from her drink. ❛ I might be a bit drunk. ❜ She warns to the redhead, with her Cheshire cat smile stamped on her features.

“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Pamela shrugged at Harley’s attempt to tease her over her choice of words, glad that the lights in the club were dim enough that the flush in her cheeks wouldn’t show. “It’s not about obligations. We’re partners, or at least we were. I’d like to think you two would do the same for me.” She noted. The Sirens were the closest she had to family, she couldn’t exactly afford to lose that. “And maybe I’d do the same for Selina. Depends on my mood.” She tacked on jokingly.

She let her hands rest on Harley’s waist as the other woman led her in a slow sway despite the fast tempo of the song playing over the speakers, humming a little at Harley’s words. She hadn’t expected the woman to be so eager to be near her, to tease her, considering their last meeting hadn’t ended on the best note. But she also wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I prefer you out of prison, no offence but orange really isn’t your colour.” She muttered. She did have to admit the blonde’s wrists were fetching with a pair of handcuffs round them, but thought better of voicing it - best not to push her luck. She reluctantly pulled back from Harley to grab the drink the man brought, taking a sip once Harley had clinked the glasses together. “A little, huh?” She chuckled. It explained why Harley was so happy to her. “Well, I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get a lot drunk.”

This was different, but in a good way. Grace and Pam’s friendship had always remained pretty superficial, without them truly getting to know one another. They didn’t exactly know the other’s story, but maybe that was about to change tonight and their friendship would grow a bit stronger. While she didn’t know the redhead all too well, she did have an inkling that Pam had been through a lot in her life - that much was patent. “I’ve always wanted to go to Venice. Then again, me being around all that water’s probably not the safest idea…” she mumbled, more so to herself and in a disappointed fashion, now realizing that her world had become much smaller when taking these details into consideration. “You know you can always talk to me though, right? About anything. I mean, I’d be the last person to judge you. I wouldn’t even have any right to, considering my own past.”

“Or it could be like super immersion therapy.” Pamela joked with a soft smile. “I find... comfort, in being surrounded by the elements that give me power.” She noted, keeping it vague for the moment, leaving it up to Grace to determine if she was referencing a literal power or not. “It wasn’t always the case. I used to be so afraid of what I was capable of. But you learn, with time, control, to love it.” She suggested. Grace’s situation mirrored so well how her own had been in the beginning. She had killed many in her time, but the first had been accidental and horrified her before she had finally become numb to it. “Oh, you might be the last one to judge, but I’m afraid you still would.”

Grace nodded in response as Pamela informed her, now feeling like the other woman did understand why she herself had lived in isolation. “So we have more in common than we think, huh? Imagine that, finding this out years later.” she couldn’t help but tease lightly, all to avoid the mood to become too morbid. It wasn’t like she had these relaxing nights with friends a lot, so the last thing that she wanted to do was ruin this one with Pamela. “What makes you think I don’t expect you to, mmh? I mean, Vegas sounds pretty fun. So does Fiji though. Or Europe, that’s definitely up there too.”

“Guess so.” Pamela agreed with a small chuckle. “And to be fair, I keep my cards pretty close to my chest. I’ve only really told a few other people.” She admitted. Oliver and Rory knew, and of course her girls, the Sirens. The only people she had ever really trusted with her side of the story. The rest of the world say their own version of events, and she wasn’t willing to tear open some of her worst memories to satisfy them. “Vegas is fun. Never tried Fiji, been to a couple places in Europe. Say the word, I could get enough cash together and we would be off.” She joked.

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    𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 of the list of people that could possibly give her food monthly. ❛ Kory? Nah, I don’t think so… I think... My friends of the roller derby hates me. I broke a few bones of them, opsie daisies! ❜ The jester did not know if her alien friend is rich or not, and she has no curiosity to find it out anyway.There are two rich friends that piqued her interest one of them starts with L and end in Uthor, and the other one is Kaebear! Her roller derby mates always talks smack behind her back, in a bad way. She waves off her thoughts, and try to focus on the present and back at Pamela. In a way, she was a bit relieved that the redhead declined her offer, because deep, deep down she knows she is stupid enough to fall for her charms. Quinn was also avoiding the maximum of body contact with her. She was upset with her, and she needs understand she won’t accept her so easily like the other times.           ❛ No! ❜ Her gaze met hers, as if she wanted interfered on her last phrase. ❛ I mean, I — I want ta you keep in touch with me, so I’ll know if ya doing good. ❜ The blonde went to pick a paper from a flyer from the streets and wrote down her phone number and handing it to Pamela. ❛ My number still the same. I don’t know if yer would remember but give me a call when you want.❜  She thinks the redhead wouldn’t memorize her number, hell, even herself has struggles to memorize her phone number.  ❛ See ya soon. ❜ It hurts saying those words to her, but she had enough of being stupid, and needed a break. It would also be good for Isley, or so she thought, so she can think of her things on what she truly wants. Harley didn’t want to be part of something that everything or relationship they build together meant nothing, like she said it when she destroyed the city. She wave awkwardly, before heading back at her room, throwing herself in the mattress, and stayed rooted there.

Pamela did her best to suppress the relieved smile tugging at her lips when Harley quickly refuted that she wouldn’t want to keep in touch, settling for a nod as she took the hastily scrawled number from Harley’s hand. She kept the blonde’s number saved in every phone she had, even if she never acted on the urge to call her. But that wasn’t something she was about to admit to. “Yeah, see you.” She muttered, hovering awkwardly for a moment as she debated if it would be too much to hug Harley goodbye, knowing a kiss was definitely off the table. She settled for an awkward wave of her hand as Harley did the same before heading back out the door, heaving a sigh as she tucked her hair back under a ball cap to leave the building.

rory waited as she let pamela’s words and the emotion behind them to wash over her, like it could somehow clear the flux of chaos in her mind. her eyes had been unfocused, not looking over pamela until she finally relented, “i know.” rory whispered quietly, her eyes closing tiredly – god, she was so tired. her eyes did snap open a little too quickly at pamela’s query, “no.” she answered quickly, barely taking a beat to think of her answer as she finally let herself meet pamela’s gaze. “don’t go.” 

she felt like if she moved she could shatter the fragile sense of peace she’d somehow achieved with her little outburst - she didn’t want to risk upset the delicate balance, and didn’t want to face the music of leaving the empty training room and returning to the chaos of her life right. “i don’t want to leave yet.”

Pamela’s shoulders sagged in relief at Rory’s words. She sank down to join the other woman on the floor, lying so that her head rested alongside Rory’s, upside down from the other woman’s position. “Okay. We can just... lie here.” She shrugged. She knew neither of them could avoid the chaos forever, but at least for a few minutes they could steal some peace and quiet. Maybe ignore the hurt Pamela had caused too, even if just for a moment. “I’m trying, you know that right? I’m trying to... figure out what of it was me and what wasn’t. And whatever parts of me caused it, I... I don’t want that to be who I am.” She admitted softly.

rory couldn’t help but roll her eyes at pamela’s first remark on the loft, clicking her tongue as she steered pamela towards the kitchen space, so far the least occupied part of the loft. she debated just how detailed she wanted the tour to be as she got out two beers for them to sip - though she was sure beer wasn’t going to cut it for her anymore. “are you hungry?” rory asked as she handed one of the beers to pamela and leaned against the kitchen counter.

her brow arched when pamela was confronted with the fact that rory had found her little spy, “well, she’s been repotted next to the hospital’s emergency room entrance.” rory promised her as she tipped the beer indicatively to where the small sprout was safely thriving now, “maybe try the apology thing sooner, instead of spying.” rory added, stressing her words to make a more poignant point before she sipped her beer, “i’d say you’re welcome here any time…but jason and i are trying to keep a low profile…” rory didn’t need to finish that sentence as she offered pamela a sympathetic smile – and we don’t want any papparazi photos of a supervillain coming and going from our residence whenever. 

where are you staying?” rory asked with a swell of hope that she wouldn’t have to endure harley and her circus of pets, and the god awful wet-dog smell that clung to pamela’s once gorgeous neo-modern space.

Pamela let herself be steered to the kitchen with an airy smile, trying to appear as casual as possible as she followed after Rory. The beer slid into her hand wasn’t going to do anything for her, really, but she’d already built up a pleasant enough buzz that just sipping it to keep that mood alive was a decent prospect. “A little.” She admitted at the offer of food, picking up one of the hor d'oeuvres and popping it into her mouth.

“Aaaaw, you kept her.” Pamela beamed at the knowledge that her little insurance policy hadn’t been thrown out to fend for itself. “Well, we both know apologies have never been my strong suit. The spying comes more naturally.” She muttered, a joking lilt to her tone, though she did bow her head a little apologetically. “Promise I’ll try for next time.” She muttered, though she hoped there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’ necessary for it. 

You only think that because you don’t know what I’ve done or who I really am. Grace definitely didn’t feel as good as people thought she was and that was why she was so adamant about being a vigilante again. The brown haired girl knew in her heart that she could never make it right or bring the people whose lives she took back, but it was her way of paying for what she’d done. And yet, it wasn’t enough, it never would be. People like her deserved to be in prison, away from society so that they couldn’t bring harm to innocent individuals who were supposed to be happy and alive. “You have? Why?” she couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of issues Pam had experienced that paralleled Grace’s own to isolate herself from the world as well. The thought of turning herself in had been entertained many times and if she really were to go there, she wouldn’t tell anybody about it. Not because she didn’t trust her loved ones, but because she knew that they’d try and talk her out of it. Grace didn’t feel like she should be able to get out of this scot free, without any sort of penance involved and yet, here she was, completely in the clear. Sharing these thoughts with Pamela also wasn’t on the agenda since she felt that the redhead might also make an attempt to change her mind, so this was her secret. “Ah, damn. You got me.” Grace smirked as she briefly laid a hand on her chest, letting her mind drift away from those thoughts and looking at Pamela now. “I confess, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

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     𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 Pamela when the redhead affirmed she’d go after Joker if he touches her again, he’d die. ❛ Pfft... Yeah, right. ❜ She scoffed. She knew the redhead respected her, and wouldn’t touch him, if he hurt her again, this is what she thought. It’s not like she didn’t believe Pamela couldn’t kill Joker, she knows very well what the redhead is capable of. —- When Isley assured her that she is learning how not to lose control, Quinn looked into her eyes… If she wasn’t so ‘disappointed’ with the other, she wouldn’t think twice and would already helping her how she should control her powers. It’s like she is 'powerful’ or have any power, she’d try to put in use her psychological skills. She didn’t graduated over nothing, right? ❛ Are ya sure? ❜ She refers of not wanting to back what she 'became’. Regardless of her words were spoken only to trying ’buy her’ trust again or not… She’ll at the least is trying to not become that fucking bitch.     The jester didn’t know if it was impression of her that Pamela is trying to insist her to stay with her plants or she genuinely wouldn’t mind her having them… Either way, she’s content to have them, and she is sure her pets would be grateful. ❛ I like them too… ❜ Her cheeks flushed when Isley told her plants likes her, and dropped her glance down timidly, before shift her gaze to the plants and sighs deeply. She was sobbing a little, but wasn’t crying. ❛ Maybe they’ll like the bigger place I’ll find… But I haven’t look fer any places yet. ❜ She sighs, looking at her hyenas and staying by the side of the redhead.       ❛ I’ve met a few people, but none of them I can call 'friends-friends’ per say. Except Kory, 'cuz she helped me with my birthday party, and we do Tik Tok. I’ll be putting her on my team on the roller Derby, it’s just to payback fer helping do birthday party. ❜ She mused, well… Lois, Harley only enter in touch with her because she wants to go on a date with Wonder Woman, if Pamela doesn’t want her, she’s sure as hell Diana Prince wants. There are a few people that came on her mind.. None of them are so 'close friends’ except Selina. Kate Kane? A good Samaritan that does everything to make the city stay intact, and well… She didn’t know exactly how is their relationship. Kate acts like as if she’s her 'mother’, and it makes her eyes rolls automatically at the thought. They don’t necessarily keep in touch, except when Harley is out and up for no good or when the jester wants to vex her. In conclusion she has no idea who’s gifting her with groceries, she is lazy to finding out who is it, as long as it’s not a bomb, it’s all good.       If the jester was in other spirits, the blonde would tease her asking if she was jealous of her 'friends’. Harley sighs deeply, after a moment of silence. ❛ I don’t wanna ya to get caught. ❜ She looked at her pets in the living room. Quinn really didn’t want to see the redhead behind the bar cells, as much as she was extremely mad... Upset… Disappointed is the correct word she is looking for. ❛ I mean… I wished that 'cuz I am mad ta ya… Or was… ❜ Now I am just confused. She left the phrase unsaid. ❛ Ya could go tomorrow morning. Whateva, ya want ta do, just don’t be caught, and take care. ❜ Harley wasn’t only being polite, in spite of things are weird between them at the moment, and needs a time to think, she cares for her well-being. The blonde couldn’t look into her eyes, it was easy for her saying those things without looking at her, instead of staring her. She didn’t want to feel so fool. ❛ There’s the left of my birthday cake in the kitchen if ya want. Probably some soda on the fridge or alcoholic drink. Mostly vodka. The cake was delicious, I’m not sure if it’s vegan.❜ Harley knew the redhead is vegan and knew her food preference. ❛ Also, ya can take some cash from the freezer with ya. ❜

Pamela’s heart warmed more than she cared to admit at Harley admitting she liked her plants too. She forced herself not to dwell on it too long, to not give herself hope, as she shook her head at Harley’s musings. “Maybe it’s this Kory then, or one of your roller derby friends.” She muttered. Though she wasn’t sure that any of the roller derby girls would have the funds to consistently feed Harley. Maybe she would need to do some digging and see who this Kory was.

She couldn’t help the small glimmer of longing in her eyes at Harley’s offer, sorely tempted to take her up on it. She almost agreed, but it was only whatever thin shred of decency she had left that held her back from being selfish. “No, I- you said you needed space from me. I want to respect that.” She insisted, though she felt her own heart warring in her chest as she said it. Doing the right thing was... exhausting. She had no idea how people kept it up in everyday life.  “I’ll figure something out - promise I won’t get caught. But I... I don’t know, if you want to see me eventually, maybe we can figure out a way for you to get in touch with me while I’m still working through burner phones? Every time I switch numbers I could text you the new one and... it’s just up to you, if you want to talk. Or if you never do, that’s okay too.” It wasn’t, really. She hated the thought that Harley would want nothing to do with her. But she was trying to respect the boundaries the blonde was setting.

It was risky to linger too long in any one place at any one time. But fleeing Star City meant moving too far away from Central City - from Harley and Selina and Rory. The last shreds of good will she had with them could be well and truly shredded if she had to run further afield before she found away to not exactly clear her name, but turn the hunt onto the true masterminds behind her attack on Central City.

“Can I... help you?” She questioned uneasily, turning to look at the blonde who was eyeing her... Pamela couldn’t honestly say what the expression the woman wore was. Whatever it was, it looked slightly murderous.

”And here I thought it was because of my sassy demeanor.” she smirked, reaching for the bag of chips that was on the coffee table and holding it out to the redhead. Though Pam’s astute comment caused Grace to fall silent, unable to come up with an immediate response. Instead, she hummed slightly and pressed her lips together into a thin line before opting to stuff her face with chips - if all to avoid having to actually say anything. If she talked about this, Grace wasn’t sure if she’d manage to do so without her mind being dragged back to the day that she’d decided to leave Central City after killing people with her abilities. Not to mention the fact that she’d left people she loved behind - especially Caitlin and Roy. “Isolation, not training.” the brunette mumbled quietly, unequivocally hoping that Pamela hadn’t heard the words that had left her. But maybe talking about it would force her to face the music and Grace could finally process what she’d done. Never once had she been the kind of person who wanted pity from anybody, it only made her resent herself more and feel like punching her fist right through a wall. It was rare for Grace to talk about her mistakes and how she felt about them, but in the moments that she did, she didn’t want the other person to feel sorry for her and tell her what they thought she wanted to hear. “That’s why I’m staying here. I can’t risk anyone else. And I’m pretty sure I should be in jail, where I belong. I don’t even know why I came back, to be honest.”

“Oh, well, that too.” Pamela agreed with a wink thrown Grace’s way. She eyed the chips sitting on the coffee table for a moment, knowing they would be full of all kinds of crap her system would painstakingly filter out. But she was also feeling low and indulging in junk food did tend to make her feel better in the moment - even if she felt completely run down the next day. “Ah.” She muttered at Grace’s explanation. “Been there.” She admitted with a soft laugh. At the time she thought cordoning herself off from humanity helped her - now she wondered if it had separated her too much from the rest of the world that she no longer understood what was best for it. “Trust me, Grace. I’ve known a lot of people who deserved to be behind bars. You’re not one of them. Not even close.” She assured her before nudging her elbow lightly against the other woman’s side. “Obviously you came back because you missed my gorgeous face. And maybe a few other things. But mostly me.”

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     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘didn’t know what Pamela wants, she is not a mind reader, and coulnd’t guess what is on her mind if some of her actions says things totally different… She sighs deeply looking at the floor before meeting her gaze. ❛ Fine. We remain married. ❜ The jester assured her, but planning in the future go through a divorce because, again, she didn’t want to be the person that is a burden to her. Pamela is a woman with dreams, wishes and future, in which some of them Harley totally disagree, like ’Earth destruction’. —–  Quinn knew for sure she doesn’t love her ex-boyfriend anymore. As much as she could say it to her, she knew there’s a high chance the redhead does not believe it, and she wouldn’t blame her (this is what she thinks). If she crawling back to him, it’d be for self-destruction, perhaps only now she realized it. It may had took so long to noticed it, but it’s never late, right?! She rolled her eyes when the redhead affirmed she’d go to kill Joker if he touches her again.     ❛ Ya always says that. ❜ In regards to end Mr. J life. There’s a part of her that wanted to see her reaction of hypothetically speaking what would she does if she ever get back to Joker once more. The jester remains with a slightly stoic expression, the one used to do when she was a doctor in Arkham Asylum. ❛ It may be right now, but we don’t know tomorrow. Anyway, I’m happy ya don’t wanna do that fer now. And ya seems fine. ❜ She refers to not wanting to do her old plans of world destruction momentarily and not seemed physically injured. Harley is in favor of destruction, but it has limits. —- ❛ Pamela! Don’t be so surprised! Ya know I have rotten fingers. I hate that I can’t lie ta ya, shiiit. ❜ Unless if it is a life-threatening situation but other than this, she simply can’t lie to her. Harley always ended up give in and telling the truth. She observed the other raised her hands in the air, and she shaking her own head. —- Even being mad at her she can’t be entirely ‘cold’. She huffed, crossing her arms across her own chest, she wipes her tears, in spite of not being crying but her face was puffy from crying a lot.         The jester had plans to rescue her old hyenas, it’d make four hyenas and this place wouldn’t fit so much hyenas. The apartment was getting tiny for Harley and her mini-zoo. The blonde knew she wouldn’t stop herself from collecting pets. Harley, will not say her future plans to Pamela, because part of her knew what the redhead would say to her, or so this is what she thought. To get Lillian for herself, she had to lure Ivy into a bet, Bruce already was with her, so the redhead couldn’t say 'no’. All the others pets she has gotten them when Pamela fled. Now… Ivy only  back with a baby fox to win her... And that is what Harley calls, playing dirty. As much as she loves animals, having one more of them wouldn’t buy her forgiveness. The blonde was surprised that Isley gave her all her plants. ❛ Are ya s—sure? ❜ She stammered.❛ I just take care of them ’cuz I know how much ya love them. Even though we’re not in good terms right now…  I don’t want ta take them from ya…  I mean, I wouldn’t like ta of ya picking Lillian to stay with ya, and I stay with the rest. I’d miss her. ❜ It’s not that she wouldn’t trust in Pamela skills to take care of them, they survived and in her absence when they fought over stupid thing, and Harley fled to Gotham, in once upon a time.

           Harley had learned to like a little bit more of the plants. As the other stated, some of her pets needed them, her monkey and snake for instance was a prime example of it.  ❛ If it’s really okay, then... Thanks. ❜ In regards to taking the plants with her, but a ghost smile faded on her lips, when Pamela admitted it wasn’t her giving her groceries, in spite of her never really using them, only the candies. She froze trying to think of it. ❛ It’s not Pussy. Annnnnnnd not ya… ❜ Harls tries to think of the people that she knows, but the closer ones is Pamela and Selina, only. ❛ Definitely, not Queef Richards. ❜ Sionis wouldn’t do that, he would sent her monthly blackmails, besides she ate his last neurons the last time they met each other.  ❛ Then… Who?! ❜ Should I be scared? A voice told on her mind. Quinn had no idea it is Kate Kane. She is a bit scared to finding out who is it. She shook her head. ❛ Ya can stay in yer room, I’ll sleep on the couch, if ya wanna stay the night here. ❜

“Yeah, well, I mean it.” Pamela grumbled under her breath. This time she would make good on going after the Joker if he ever dared hurt Harley again. She had let it go on far too long out of a fear of losing Harley’s friendship. But if she was already going to lose the blonde, she could at least ensure her safety from the bastard. “I’m... trying to work out how exactly I lost control and not let that happen again. I don’t want to become that again.” She assured Harley. It had to count for something right?

“I want them to be with you.” Pamela confirmed with a small nod. “Besides, they like having the animals around, it’s as close to natural interaction with the wild I can give them in this city. And they like you.” She admitted. She was never sure just how much the fondness she felt through the Green was from her own influence, but she knew it would guard Harley for her. “I want them to stay with you.” She muttered. She wanted to stay with Harley too, but she knew she couldn’t, so this was the closest she could get.

“I guess you’ve made a friend while I’ve been gone.” She noted ruefully. She didn’t feel any concern coming from the plants at the knowledge of these items being dropped off, so she gathered they weren’t dangerous. Hopefully it was someone with only good intentions for the blonde. “No, I- I don’t want to put you out. I’ll find another place to crash if I need to.” She assured her. She knew that Harley was only offering out of politeness, and had made it clear she couldn’t be around her right now.

if rory had had any concerns that the party would be a dud those were clearly out the window now as she stared at her friend incredulously. she couldn’t decide if pamela’s pigheaded show to the party had been extremely stupid or extremely sweet, but she could dwell on that now. still, the blonde her, the glasses, rory couldn’t help but be appreciative of the effort, and of pamela wanting to show up. 

rory cleared her throat loudly at pamela’s casual drop of her vigilante knowledge - even without the names, it was risky. they had security systems and invitees but there was no telling who would manage to get into the apartment, being face with pamela was exact proof of that. she allowed the touch of pamela’s hand on her shoulder to quell her qualms, even if just for a few minutes, before she looped her arm through pamela’s and linked elbows with her as she steered her towards teh bar, “i’m assuming you’ve already peeked around the upper floor then?” 

rory slipped behind the bar to find some glasses, “should i be expecting any little sprouts behind my closet this time around too?” rory dropped the words like a casual inquiry though her brow was raised knowingly as she glanced at pamela while pouring them both some wine.

Pamela merely smirked at Rory’s clear signal for her to be quiet. She wondered how many people here were supposed to be in the dark about the other lives of their fellow guests. And just which guests were hiding some masked little skeletons in their closets. If only she didn’t have FBI warrants hanging over her head she might have had a little fun with that.

“Just a little. Nice bedroom.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Rory suggestively. “Wouldn’t mind a proper tour though.” She offered. It would give Rory a decent excuse to get her away from the main party she supposed. Besides, she was actually curious about Rory’s new living space, knowing that the last place she had shared with Jason had mostly been a stop-gap for them both.

“Ah.... you found that.” She noted, having the sense to look just a little chagrined as she ducked her head. “No, I promise, I just... I wanted to make sure you were safe there and I couldn’t exactly pop in whenever I wanted so... she was an insurance policy.”