Waking up in bed again with Harley as my pillow, two big furry babies on either side of us and a little fur ball on my shoulder…
'I probably shouldn't feel safe…at peace…at home with Harley Quinn…two big predatory cats sleeping on the bed with us…but I do…and I feel more satisfied with my life than I ever have before…' I internally express as my morning wood insistently begs for relief…my length brushes along Harley's damp…steamy slit…making both of us moan…though Harley's eyes sleepily…crack open, nothing more than slivers really…and she purrs like one of the big cats currently sleeping in bed with us.
"Put it in me, my Angel…" Harley murmurs in a sleepy…dreamy voice…a lazy sleepy, expectant smile flighting across her lips, her legs coming up to wrap around me.
"I have to piss, Harley…" I groan as Harley starts becoming more active…and I'm on my back with Harley's glistening slit pressed against my nose and her lips tightly sealed around my glands.
Harley starts to poke my leg and I suddenly understand that she wants me to…relieve…myself into her mouth… "No, Harley not happening, you're not drinking my piss…" I'm quite stringent in my refusal to her intention…and then she releases my cock head, looks at me with tears in her eyes, that are just starting to run down her cheeks.
"P-please I really wanna Mistah A…" a dangerous pout forming on Harley's face, adorable watery puppy dog eyes…begging me to give her…her way, her jutted out bottom lip even starts trembling, 'All this…to drink…my…this woman is too dangerous…'
"Fiiinnneee…" I sigh in one long breath and Harley's happiness...her pleasure at my reluctant acceptance and approval of her desires is palpable, as she happily turns back around seals her lips around the head of my cock, and wiggles her drooling tight little slit in front of my lips…rolling my eyes at her adorable/sexy/slightly disturbed antics, I dive into her sex feasting on her while…releasing my bladders contents into Harley's mouth which she eagerly gulps down.
'God…Harley's pussy tastes amazing…it's sweet and tangy…a little sharp but damn she's delicious…how anyone could give up a devoted…loving…obsessive woman like this is…beyond my understanding…'
…Weeks pass as Harley and I live together in Selena's home, both of us experiencing multiple breakdowns, both of us expressing multiple times of how we feel unworthy of each other's love, while still managing to fall deeper and deeper in love with each other.
I grew more and more comfortable with Harley's displays of intimacy and affection, and begin to more actively reciprocate then, eventually Harley tells me about how much she misses her babies Bud and Lou, and though it's dangerous and I want to keep her as far from The Joker as possible we both agreed on rescuing her babies from, the Joker.
Though we both agreed that we needed to come up with a good plan before doing so and part of that would be finding out what has been happening in Gotham...while we've been in our little love bubble.
When we finally turned on the TV to catch up what was going on in the world we found out Poison Ivy and The Joker have gone to war…and said war is tearing apart Gotham City and all it's Burroughs.
"Oh…no, I forgot to call Pam…" Harley gasps making me turn to look at her and I see the glass door is open...the glass door to the garden patio, which isn't a big deal since we often open it for Diablo and Diabolica, but I specifically remember shutting the door and locking it before snuggle time.
"Harley…that glass door wasn't open before…was it?" I ask Harley who rapidly shakes her head from side to side instead of just saying no…suddenly I feel a hand rest on my shoulder…making me jump…or I would have if the hand wasn't strong enough to keep me in place.
Turning around to face whoever is behind us, Harley releases a tired sigh, "Baaatttsss, why didn't you tell Ivy I was alive?!" She instantly transitions in asking a question, her voice showing her exasperation at this whole situation, me...on the other hand I'm just staring at The Batman…dumbfounded…
'He looks like Batman from The Batman series from like 2003…'
"I tried…she wouldn't listen…" Batman mutters and his exhaustion is clear for me to hear, probably from trying to stop Joker and Poison Ivy from killing everyone in Gotham while wayging their little war on each other.
As I continue to stare at Batman, he suddenly pulls out a thick black folder with a bat logo in the middle and hands it to me...from underneath his cape.
"That is everything you need…" Batman says to me and as I look down at the folder and begin to open it…Harley whistles.
Making me look back up…I find Batman gone and Harley dressed in a skin tight black catsuit…Which makes my mouth water.
My mind blanks out for a moment as I admire my sexy... girlfriend...wife...we hadn't actually labeled what we are yet...but wife seems closer to what Harley is to me.
"Wanna go with me to show Pammy I'm okay, Angel?" Harley asks me and I nod dumbly.
"Yeah!" Harley cheers happily, and I'm dragged off of the couch…and put into my own black body glove…that is definitely for men…
'Must be Bruce keeps…these here for when he and Catwoman do foreplay…' I mentally shrug.
Before I can process what is even happening, I am in the passenger seat of a sleek black sports car, "Uhh, won't Catwoman be mad that we stole her car?" I ask Harley who giggles crazily as she violates the laws of reality and dozens of traffic laws.
"Nah, this is her boyfriend's car!" Harley continues to giggle crazily…and I find myself smiling widely.
'Getting a bit of petty revenge against Bruce for the heart attack he gave me earlier...feels so fucking good!'
Soon we pull up in front of a run down…warehouse that's overgrown with weeds.
I open my door and get out of the car, while Harley does the same…I stand around not sure what to do with myself, but Harley has no such issue as she walks over to one of those cotton ball weed things, squats down, which highlights her toned ass deliciously in that skin tight cat suit she's wearing.
'I can see why Bruce can't get enough of the Villenesses of this world.' I mentally nod only partially hearing Harley begin whispering to the plant…once Harley finishes whispering to the little cotton ball.
The ground below my feet begins to tremble and a giant plant castle rises from underneath the warehouse, flower petals unwrap exposing an absolutely drool worthy curvaceous green skinned, green eyed babe of a woman with a magnificent mane of fiery red hair.
"PAMMY!!!"
"HARLEY!!!" two equally loud eardrum shattering squeals of joy hit me at the same time, my smile grows as the two best friends hug.
And then Poison Ivy looks at me and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and its lights out for me.
I open my eyes, waking up on, hard black top not for the first time, sitting up I find that the sports car that Harley as I came here in has been stripped down to its frame…Harley is gone…so is the warehouse…
I swallow thickly…as it's my first time being alone in Gotham…even when I woke up after first arriving here I had Harley…now I am all alone…in an unfamiliar city in a skin tight body glove…and I don't know what to do, as I break out into a cold sweat and start hyperventilating.
"Harley, Harley, Harley…" I call out over and over again...in a panic.
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Harley
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"Damnit Pamela, you don't understand!"
"Yes I do Harley, you latched onto some loser after The Joker threw you away again, you even neglected to call and check in with me!"
"Pammy…you don't understand…he needs me, and I need him!"
"No you don't!"
"Ivy, without him I wouldn't be here, he's special and now he's all alone in Gotham…a place that takes genuinely good people like Angel, and turns them into paste or devils!"
"Wha-what do you mean you wouldn't be here without him?"
"It-it was bad Pammy, after that whole screwing up his latest Joker venom scheme using the blimps…Joker…he…did things Pamela…worse things than ever before…he left me to die the rest of the way in a dumpster…and then my angel fell from a hole that was ripped open in the sky.
He climbed into that dumpster that would have been my grave saw me…knew who I was and didn't run away cheering, he crawled into the dumpster with me, rested his hand on my shoulder and genuinely cried for me, wishing for anyway to save me…ME Pam, he wanted to Save ME…HE DID save me…and it nearly killed him when he activated his ability to heal other people…and yet he held me through the pain, murmuring have to save Harley, over and over again.
I love him, Ivy…"
"Harley…" Poison Ivy's voice is so gentle, caring and full of love, that it feels like I've just been smacked…as I know what Pam is going to say next.
"I need to know everything…" Pam's words are gently spoken but there is steel behind them, my shoulders slumping on reflex as I begin to explain everything…while leaving out things about the world my beautiful Angel fell from, concentrating on him, his gentleness, his love, his warmth…especially his warmth and love.
"Harley, you can't be with him…imagine what that monster would do…with a toy that fixes itself…" Pam murmurs to me and my world shatters because of course once The Joker learns I'm alive, he'll stop at nothing to hunt me down and have his play thing back…and if he learned about...my Angel…
I can't even cry that's how much it hurts, the thought of my beautiful loving Angel become subject to the Joker's cruel whims and fancy...but no matter how much more the thought of not being with him hurts me, I have to end things with my Angel to make sure he lives…even if he hates me for it.
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MC
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I manage to make it to Wayne Manor…alive…even though a homeless woman shot me in the head and stole my catsuit…naked, cold...numb to everything but my desire to find and get my Harley back.
I continue into the Wayne Manor to find the Batman… to find Bruce, he knew about me…there was even something in the folder about us being half siblings which Bruce marked down as a device to ingratiate me with him by whoever sent me here.
"Oh My…" I heard someone say I didn't care who it was as I am on a mission…a mission to get my world back.
"BRUCE, I NEED YOUR HELP, HARLEY WAS TAKEN, WE WENT TO SEE IVY…AND THEN I THINK SOMEONE SNAPPED MY NECK…WHEN I WOKE UP HARLEY WAS GONE, SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ON HER OWN…I THINK THE JOKER TOOK HER!!!" I bellow near the front door of the manor my voice echoing through the cavernous space…and that is when Batman appears…but walking beside him is Harley she looks at me with wide worried, bloodshot eyes I can see her tensing up to run to me and mother me but she holds herself back as a sob tears out of her.
"Wha-what's wrong, Harley?" I murmur my question…and feel a deep sense of relief even though Harley looks like she's about to have a breakdown, her clothes aren't ripped and there's no blood on her anywhere...so it couldn't have been the Joker who took her, granted the Joker could do even more damage to her with his words than torture but I push that thought away.
"I-I-I'M sorry Mistah A…but I don't love you and I never want to see you ever again…" Harley says to me while looking me in my eyes her beautiful blue eyes turning cold…hateful almost, as she looks at me I look to Bruce who is removing his cowl his eyes are full of sympathy and worry for me like he's been where I am right now…my world spins it feels like I'm adrift in a rolling ocean. Harley walks past me I begin reaching out to her and she punches me in the solar plexus and I drop to the floor on my hands and knees gasping…choking for air.
"I never want to see you again, you disgust me!" I almost believe her but her mask breaks for just a fraction of a second, I start to rise with the intent to question her about why she is doing this, when I feel a heavy weight settling over my shoulders and I hand on my back looking behind me it's Bruce and I'm now wearing his cape. Turning back to where I'd last seen Harley I find that she is gone…and with her…everything that had made this new life seem bearable…better than my old one...all of it gone just like her.
I break down and curl into a ball in Bruce's manor... wishing I could just go home and forget all of this happened.