Venemous Harlot

HARLEY SOFTLY BLUSHED. She wouldn’t have called it a skill herself. Sure it was something she knew but it took training beyond belief to land that scholarship because of her acrobatics and gymnastics. If it was a skill it would have had a talent attached to it, and Harley couldn’t say for certain she would have been the same without the training. She’d only begged for those few extra hours because it got her away from the house, a few extra hours away from her brothers, but it had turned into something. Something that somehow landed her here. Should she be thankful for it? Harley couldn’t answer that question.   ❝ I’m sure I can teach her a trick or two my instructor taught me that can show her. ❞

Wait she’d been here? Clearly Harley missed that one, she really did need to start keeping a real track of the girl, her own daughter. Ivy was a much better mother than she was. Had a grip on a reason and actually knew what was going on. Telling Ivy how useless that made her feel though wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t that she wanted to be better at the mother thing than Ivy, but when she had a better relationship with her daughter, well it made Harley question a few things. ❝ O-oh…I didn’t realise she came back…maybe I can head out and find her. She couldn’t have made it too far…..right, Red? ❞

She wasn’t exactly the best at everything but she did whatever she could, the fact that Harleen felt useless, well if Isley knew anything about that she would have nipped it in the bud instantly, the girl all but worshipped her mother the same as Isley did, at least that’s what she thought, but she was simply the type to be good at taking care with limited resources.

“Usually only when I find her and take her here, but I know she’s like her mother and just needs some freedom from time to time, I always try and keep tabs on her to the best of my ability....believe it or not I can usually find anyone that I’m close to within an hour no matter where they are in the world.” That was just her connection, as long as they were near anything that had nature she could find them, sending out feelers through the tree’s and plants and then she’d get a reply, she could even go to them through the Green and be there in moments. 

Could they? Sure it’d be easy, the fact that the guard was obviously already in love with her spoke volumes but even if she had wanted to simply get out there were some things she wasn’t willing to do, and cheating on Harley was one of those....not even a small kiss, at least not yet. They’d only been in for a few days, and honestly.....consdering how rare it was she had more then a day with Harleen, she wanted it to last a bit. Though she wondered if Harleen knew that. “Easily but I’m not quite ready yet.....you do know the only reason they put us together is they know I won’t kill you just by touching you and I can’t survive without someone here to breathe out carbon dioxide.” They found that out the hard way once, she was in Arkham in a completely sealed chamber and it was less then ten minutes before she started suffocating, and pumping oxygen in actually almost killed her. 

Kori keeps quiet, she isn’t good talking out of her comfort zone, or with villains and the atmosphere in this place isn’t helping. In her planet sex is something normal, there is no secrecy arround, but they don’t see women as a product either and maybe that’s the reason of her uncomfort. — well… i’m not confused at all. -  has it to be that hard?  X’hal, help!

Her reactions are predictable, it’s a normal chemical reaction to her smell. This is special, she had never perceived anything like this before. Of course she knows how to play her cards. — I know male humans have thisneed for the visual, but… seems like is not enough for them. - not like she has a lot of experience with men, but it’s enough. — I’m looking for Harley, have you seen her recently?

Unlike many of her alternates Isley was no villain, she wasn’t a good guy by any means but she wasn’t a criminal either, the things she did were for her kids, for her survival, nothing more. “Not just the males, but they are degenerates that’s true.” She hated men the same as any of her alternates did, though her reason was different, she had been used by them so much, so often, that it coloured her view of them all. Koriand’r though, much like Diana, was one she could truly admire and respect. If only her life had been a bit different maybe she would be fighting alongside them?

Exotic women have singular works, that’s what she thinks seeing ivy on the stage, wiggling her body, hypnotizing men with her dance. Sometimes she can’t take her eyes off her, other times she observes those guys and the way they look at her: crooked smiles, lewd looks and the atmosphere full of lust. This place looks like that “Super babes”  restaurant, but… for more adults.

Ivy knows she is there, and she is not very comfortable, you can’t see lots of girls on the club, at least no more dressed. Kori presses her lips and frowns. — I am not confused… surprised maybe. - why would she gonna lie? she’s not used to places like this. That’s true. — I do. I know what happens here and why men come here. - she has never been in one before, and that’s another issue.

“I said almost look confused, not you were confused.” It almost felt like she was talking to her children when she said that, after all they did much the same thing, after all an appearance wasn’t the same as the way things were. Someone could look confused but not actually be confused, simply out of place or even uncomfortable. Still the fact she was surprised, was her act so strange for someone in a club? 

Isley gave a small bow at the end of the dance, the leaves covering her more intimate parts were actually a rather large hit among most of the people, though a few jeered because she wasn’t nude enough for their tastes, she ignored them not really caring. 

LUCY MEANT EVERYTHING. That was a mutual feeling Harley knew she and Ivy shared but working out what was best had always been a dangerous process. It had meant thinking over everyone, including people she’d rather forget. With Lucy following them more often, something Harley had clearly been too self-absorbed to see meant she had to change tactics. Change the way she saw her little girl as it becoming increasingly clear she wasn’t her little girl anymore. 

Nodding she could only agree with what Ivy said.  ❝ I was in gym classes when I were far younger than her. It’ll be harder to train her but we can do it. She needs something, an’ a li’l gym discipline never hurt anyone right? Especially if she gotta get away from Bats. Although I guess unfortunately there are worse people she can run into in Gotham…her father…some idiot thinking he could rule her. ❞  A young girl on the streets of Gotham alone, the jester shuddered at the thought of what could happen. She needed Lucy by her side to protect her now. Mother-daughter bonding could include beating up some good-for-nothing lowlives - that could happen. Couldn’t it?  ❝ Do you know where she is? ❞

She had to agree, at least if the bat got ahold of her she’d be alive, but not much else really.......he wasn’t as bad as some but he was still a man, and worthless. Hardly what she wanted. “I’ve been teaching her a bit too, but I’m not acrobatic or skilled in those things like you are, not really.

“I mean the club next door.” She added with her hands up in a “don’t shoot” manner. “I just came in to grab a few things and to get away from the guys. They tend to be rowdy.”

Kara added with a nod.

“I mean that would be nice thank you.”

Kara added with a smile to Pamela.

Not an answer at all, was she that embarrassed about being here? If that was the case why come at all? At the same time doing something one was so nervous about while wanting to.....well there was that. 

“Well I’m almost ready.” Her bag had in it mostly non perishables, after all her shift was from six until four in the morning, and most stores weren’t open that late. One would think that they would with a nightclub right next door but then beggars couldn’t be choosers right? 

She moved over to the register and looked into her small wallet. “.....I guess I can do without these two.” A sigh as she pushed aside two cans of pinapple and one of pears. Then paid for the rest with everything else she had.

“It’s fine I’m just here for the show. I was Uh dragged along by my guy friends for their bachelor party.” Kara explained, looking over at her guy friends.

How Pamela knew that she was Supergirl without her uniform on was beyond her. She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, and definitely looked out of place at the strip club.

She blinked, so the girl was here at the store because she wanted.....that was completely confusing. “Wouldn’t that work better if you were.....actually in the club?” She actually didn’t know that the woman was supergirl, strange enough, but she was assuming that like most people who approached her they were assuming she was doing something illegal.

She dealt with that so often it was a habbit, an annoying one but a habbit.