Bruce and I arrive back at the Bat-cave after taking Victoria to her mother, I healed both before leaving though neither one has anything more than a few bruises and scrapes.
Dick is passing back and forth, in front of this batmobile's parking spot, as soon as the canopy slides open.
"It's supposed to be our team! You can't just add whoever you want to it, I mean come on he hasn't even trained for that long!" Robin's voice hitting highs no man's without some serious vocal training can hit after their balls drop.
"Scuse me, little boy, he is right here you can talk to me instead of being a rude little shit. Lets list off the reasons I'm joining your little kid club, one I'm joining the team for money, two I'm joining the team because as far as we can tell I can't be killed, three I can keep all of you little snot nosed cunts alive and breathing. So go cry in your pillow and when you wake up in the morning put together your thoughts in an organized manner and talk to Bruce instead of ambushing him after he's had a hell of a day, whining and yelling like a little bitch." I glare down at Robin whose mouth opens and closes.
"Come Master Dick, you have a few injuries that need to be tended to." Alfred interjects, and I walk over to Robin who pulls out a Birdarang.
"Robin!" Bruce barks and the kid flinches while I rest my right hand on his shoulder and channeling my healing warmth into him.
All of Robin's cuts and bruises vanish in a microsecond, and his body relaxes slightly, walking past him and receiving Alfred's disapproving stare, while I head to the stairs up into the manor heading towards my room.
Stripping off my bloody and sweaty clothes…rags…I don't think these qualify as clothes anymore, I spot a Wayne Industries smartphone and laptop sitting on a desk for me next to my folder of paper work but I ignore them in favor of a shower.
Leaning my head against the wall I start thinking about how I acted with Harley…how we both latched onto each other after a devastating loss and then what she pretty much pushed onto me…
'I think Harley and I are bad for each other romantically…we both have a lot of baggage we need to work through…I mean I love her…do I really have any right to say that when I don't really know what love mean or how to love myself, she has someone who loves her completely in Ivy…'
"I think it would be best for Harley and I to both break things off…" I murmur as I begin to wash up my heart aching at the thought but also agreeing with my thoughts.
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Poison Ivy's hideout
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Getting off of one of Bruce's civilian motorcycles that looks kinda like a Hayabusa, but has a canopy that covers the driver, outside of Ivy's base location that she changes every 24 to 48 hours.
I walk up to the door but a patch of leaves opens up underneath my feet making me slide down a slide and come into a living room of sorts.
"ANGEL, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING GOING OUT THERE LIKE THAT YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT!!!" I flinch at the loud shouting that is Ivy and not Harley.
"Calm down Pammy, it's who he is, he's a healer he can't ignore people in pain." Harley calms Pamela down before coming over to me, her body language nervous…and I can tell she knows why I'm here.
"Harley, we need to talk…about us and where we go…I think."
"You think that we've latched onto each other during a moment of shared grief and loss, and you think that eventually our relationship is going to fall apart because it was formed on pain and loss…and you feel like you need to find yourself and find how to love yourself before you can love me the way I deserve…" Harley murmurs her eyes growing watery as she throws herself at me, and Ivy stares at me with rage simmering in her eyes. I hug Harley back tightly, my chest tightening up as my own tears start to fall.
"Yeah…it hurts but I think we both need distance from one another…for our own mental health and to grow as people, you lost your anchor and then you became mine and I think I became your's but we, we both need to learn to be our own anchors before we can be each other's." I grunt choking on the thick emotions I'm feeling.
"You're right…" Harley steps back from me and looks up at me with a shaky smile.
"I was kinda hoping you'd tell me I was wrong…" I mutter as I look down at the floor and Harley cups my face and makes me look at her.
"I can't, you've been healing me this whole time…my mind has become so much clearer…part of my newly developed cuck-queen fetish is because…I feel so guilty for manipulating you into believing that you're in love with me, while you were in such a vulnerable state…"
"You'll always be my darling…" I murmur and lean down pressing a chaste kiss against Harley's lips.
"You are and always will be My Angel." Harley murmurs against my lips and returns my kiss much more passionately than my chaste one.
Harley breaks the kiss and I take out my phone, "I don't really know how to use this but put your and Ivy's numbers in so we can keep in touch and if you guys are ever pulling a job and need a healer or an extra hand, and most importantly if you're hurt or anything you call me and I'll come." I murmur to Harley as she takes my phone and types in Pammy and then Darling's contact information in my contacts.
"Call me whenever you need or want..text too…don't ever think that just because we both agree that we can't be each other's anchors doesn't mean…we can't both help each other when we're feeling low."
"As a psychiatrist, I think you know how false that is…but I don't think I can trust anyone with what I know besides you and Ivy." I murmur and Harley nods and Harley gently pushes herself away from me and I'm surprised when Ivy pulls me into a bone crushing hug, and kisses me with the same passion as Harley.
"I'm…see you later Angel." Ivy ends up murmuring and I'm ripped off of my feet and standing in front of my borrowed motorcycle…
"That went better than I thought it would…" I murmur as I become overwhelmed by my turbulent emotions and start having a mental breakdown, I sit down on the ground and put my head on my knees and just let it out, always resisting the urge to let my right hand dial Harley like it wants to.
By the time the sun rises I feel a bit hollowed out but in a good way, not in the mind numbing numbness I felt when Harley broke up with me in some misguided attempt to protect me.
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Harley's bedroom Poison Ivy's hideout
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I open the door to my shrine to my Angel, the remains of the clothes he wore when he saved me folded and resting on a golden pillow, pictures of video frames of our little love bubble period at Selena's and recordings of all the songs he's sung at Noonan's.
"Harley…are you alright?" Pammy asks me and I nod.
"Yes, Pammy…his healing has allowed a part of my brain that was shut off from Joker's abuse to turn back on…if that makes any sense or not…I know both professionally and emotionally that we both need separation and time to grow and steady our foundations as individuals before we can truly be together." I reply to her even though it makes my heart ache.
"Do you want a hug?"
"Yes, yes I need a hug…but Pammy…I love you but only as a sister…"
"I know…I realized during the threesome…that you have no interest in me as a woman." The disappointment in Pammy's voice is thick but understanding and accepting.
"You fell in love with him or is it only lust you fell for my Angel?"
"I-I'm not sure the one other guy I thought I was in love with…tried to rape me and murdered me…I'm not sure what I feel for him yet but it's definitely something more than I felt for that piece of shit…it's more mature and not tinted by the rosy glasses of innocence."
"Good, I think we both need to become better people…and leave behind certain villainous…antics we developed out of fear, hate and pain…"
"I'm willing to try." Pamela reluctantly sighs…in acceptance.
"Good! All three of us will become worthy of each other's love!" I cheer in excitement though I know it'll be a long agonizing journey.