#!rply

         “It’s a day like any other, Harley. Though maybe, I was thinking about taking you for a flight in the hot air balloon.” Maybe if you fell and broke a bone or twenty, she would be a little less annoying and thus deemed a better companion.

  the obstruction of light causes him to shift ── groaning as his limbs began to STRETCH within the confines. who the hell could possibly be up there ?? the guards didn’t bother him much other than the occasional DRENCHING; && honestly chato wasn’t sure how one would reach this area of the prison.  (perhaps more likely than down below. )   “ harley ? ”  he mumbles, back arching in order to peer through the dirty glass that separated himself && the AIR. a more than welcomed sight, although still one that FRIGHTENED him. how could she be there ? they cannot just SEE each other like this.  “ what the fuck are you doing up here ? we ain’t alone are we ? ”  there was no way the guards were just ALLOWING her to stand there, either.

SEND BEHIND BARS TO VISIT CHATO IN BELLE REVE.

     Porcelain pale skin pressed to a stained looking glass, man if she thought her cage was bad; being cooped up in some tank was just depressing. Palms clapped against the cool panels of his cell, ruby lips dancing apart in a wide grin “ Hola fuego papi~ “ she sings, baby blues give this small evil smile beneath her brows whilst glaring in an upward angle through the glass. She laughs coquettishly, tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth. 

     “ I got BORED and I missed ya! “ in other words, the boys downstairs got STUPID when entering her cell. What a lot of naive men, easily tricked by pretty women. What was Waller gonna do? Blow her head off for just getting out of her cell? She didn’t leave the premise. What good were toys with missing body parts? 

he never particularly considered it to be another language ── simply manipulation of flame itself into words, phrases, or whatever else he needed to express in better ways than speaking. but maybe she was right, in any case. the beginnings of a smile appears, but it’s gone before it can fully form. “ you must appreciate that more than i do. ” but, that wasn’t particularly saying much. slowly, a hand rises; sparking orange growing into a woman’s form ──── one with pigtails, wielding a baseball bat. “ it ain’t a party trick, you know. ”

Mesmerizing---- that was what his ability was. The dance of fire lit in her eyes. Gone was baby blue, replaced with BRIGHT amber. The colors swayed with rhythm, much like the beauty of fire. An untameable force, not to be reckoned with, but something Harley admired. 

And she does. She very much appreciates that power, respects that it can consume even if the wielder did not want it to. There is TEMPTATION inside her; to touch the flame that mimics her appearance. To see what it does, what will happen, how HOT it will burn. 

     “ Okay look-------- he could be like... a little mascot. Ya know... fo’ tha’ squad. “ in other words, Harley just wanted to keep it. “ Puleeeaaaase. “ she mooshed the pups face giving him wrinkles and a mean brow. Look, he was A plus squad material. “ WE COULD TRAIN HIM. “ like those k-9′s, he would be so badass.

     “ Puddiiiiinnnnn~ “ she pauses.

                     s m i l e s

     “ Did’ya happen ta’ use my hairbrush? “

     It was a leap, hop, and a bounce. And just like that-- “ Piggy back! “  

    “ It’s been fo’evah since I put these things on. “ the specs are wiggled-- playfully. Her hips teasingly sway with her gesture. “ Whaddaya say? Naughty librarian? “ Harley hums, a grin slowly twisting on her lips as she picks a bad time to start doing this. They had other things to get to, but this could be a thought reserved for later.

     “ extreeemely, huh. Prove it. “