This choice: Follow Tim, Harley, and Giganta as Harley prepares a snack • Go Back... When Harley got to the kitchen, she began to fiddle with Tim's utility belt, trying to pull it off. "Grr, c'mon..." she said, her massive fingers trying to get a grip on the miniscule belt. "Hey, Robbie, mind giving me a hand with your belt?"
"Why on earth would I do that?" Tim challenged.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll go find a knife..."
Tim immediately undid his belt, and Harley Quinn snatched it up with a smile. "Thanks, Rob, you're the best!" she chirped, "I couldn't have you trying to use your grappling gun or your smoke bombs or your boomerangs or any of your other gadgets to try and escape, now could I?"
"I guess not," Tim replied grudgingly.
"Aw, cheer up Robbie," Harley said, stroking his hair, "since you're being such a good boy, I'll share my snack with you!" She set him down on the counter, and began to pull ingredients out of the cupboards and fridge. "Bread, bologna, ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, mustard... yep, looks like we've got all the makings of a hero sandwich!" Harley looked at Tim out of the corner of her eye. "No pun intended."
Tim watched as Harley began to assemble her sandwich, looking around the countertop and the kitchen for any avenue of escape. There was none; the sheer drop to the ground, if it didn't kill him outright, would surely break every bone in his body. There was no safe way down, either; the drawers were too sheer to get a grip on unless they were open, and they weren't, and even then he'd have to risk a tremendous fall to the ground if he got to the bottom drawer. It was almost as if it was designed to keep him there...
"Okay, it's done. Too bad they didn't have any olives or toothpicks though..." Tim looked back towards Harley Quinn, as well as the submarine sandwich she had constructed that, to him, was bigger than a train. Harley picked him up, bringing him back up to her face once more. "Now, what's the best way to give you some..."
"It's fine Harley, I'm not hungry." Truthfully, he was a little bit, but he didn't want to risk Harley doing something like adding him to the sandwich.
"Nonsense! You're a growing boy, and as my pet it's my responsibility to make sure you stay fed!"
"...okay, just break off a small piece of bread then."
"You got it!" Harley put Tim on her plate, and carried him over to the table. She sat down, broke a piece of bread off her sandwich- that was almost the size of Tim's body- and placed it on his lap, before digging in to her own meal. Tim watched with a mixture of curiosity and revulsion as she scarfed down her sandwich; it was interesting to watch someone eat from this angle, but the thought occurred to him as she took bites out of her lunch that he would fit down her throat just as easily. Shaking the morbid thought off, he continued to watch Harley eat, taking a few bites out of his bread as well. As he watched her throat bob as she swallowed the latest bite of her sandwich, he was startled to see Harley look at him with a grin on her face. "Like what ya see?"
"I- uh," Tim started, as Harley shoved the last bit of her sandwich in her hungry, salivating maw. She chewed a few times, mashing it between her teeth, then leaned forward, opening her mouth wide to show Tim the masticated mess.
"Ahh..." Her hot breath washed over Tim, thick with the scent of her recent meal. He watched as Harley Quinn moved her tongue, maneuvering the last of her meal into the entrance of her throat. Tim couldn't take his eyes off of the display as Harley swallowed, her mouth still open, engulfing the chewed up food in the slick, rippling tube that was her gullet. He watched the lump travel down her throat disappearing behind her breasts as it traveled down to her tummy. "Jealous?" she teased. She pulled back, and covered her mouth as a dainty belch came out from between her lips. "Scuse me." She looked down at the plate, only to see Tim sprinting across the table towards her. "What!?"
Tim launched himself off of the table, towards Harley's lap; he landed there with a bounce, rolling once, then quickly got to his feet, crawling towards Harley's legs. Harley scooted back in her chair, trying to catch the Boy Wonder, but he had already started to climb/tumble down her legs, descending the titanic clown with shocking speed. He reached her foot, jumping off of it and ran under the dark table. "See ya later, Quinn!" he called out, though he knew the clown couldn't hear him.
"Get back here!" she yelled, crawling under the table after him; however Tim was too fast and flighty for her, and he easily evaded her attempts to catch him. He made a break for the door leading back into the rest of the warehouse; if he could make it there, then he could find a better hiding spot, and then it'd be a matter of waiting for the right time to leave, or of waiting to be rescued...
Tim was knocked off his feet as a boot slammed down next to him. "I leave you alone for half an hour, and you let your prisoner escape..." Giganta scolded, scooping Tim up in one massive hand. She held him up, waving him at Harley by his cape. "Maybe I should take him off your hands, since you obviously can't keep a handle on him. What do you say, cutie," she asked Tim, holding him in front of her smiling mouth, "want to take a ride with Giganta?"
"NO!" Harley squealed, jumping up and banging her head on the table, "OWCH! You can't, Biggie, I promised Ivy I'd keep an eye on him! It's not my fault he got away, the brat jumped me while I was eating!"
"Biggie?" asked Giganta, unimpressed. "And he jumped you at the amazing height of a few inches tall."
"I promise I'll keep a closer eye on him, so will you please please PLEASE give him back?" Harley got on her knees, begging the much taller woman. Giganta rolled her eyes, and dropped Tim into her hands, making Harley squeal with delight.
"Fine, fine, stop your whining. But if I catch him running loose again, he's lunch. You got that?"
"Yeah, don't worry, I won't let him out of my sight!"
"Good. I'm going back to the monitoring room." Giganta blew a kiss to Tim before she left. "Now, you keep all that in mind, little bird, the next time you try and escape." With that, she left, returning to her post.
Harley got back to her feet, frowning at the small boy trapped in her fist. "You're in big trouble, mister! You almost got me in trouble with that little stunt of yours. I think I'm going to have to punish you somehow, so you don't get any more bright ideas..." She put a hand on her chin and the other containing Tim on her hip, in thought. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed. Once again, she set Tim on the counter, and once again she returned to the refrigerator, this time opening up the freezer. She got out a large tub of vanilla ice cream, as well as several containers of condiments; nuts, sprinkles, chocolate chips, caramel, chocolate syrup, a can of whipped cream... "I sure am glad Red and I stopped by the store on our way here!" Harley commented as she got to work constructing her second masterpiece. Tim watched as she scooped huge balls of ice cream into a bowl before covering them alternating lines of chocolate and caramel, followed by chocolate chips and nuts, topping the desert off with whip cream. "And now for the cherry," she said, looking directly at Tim.
Tim froze up. What had happened to not wanting him to be eaten? He backed away, but stopped when he reached the edge of the counter; with Harley looming closer, apparently with the mind to add him to her sundae, he wondered if splattering against the kitchen floor would be better or worse than being eaten alive. Before he could even think about taking the leap, Harley grabbed him roughly, depositing him on top of her ice cream. She squeezed more chocolate on top of him, covering him entirely with a sticky, sweet, semi-solid covering. He wiped the chocolate out of his eyes just in time for her to drop sprinkles on top of him. He glared up at her as she carried him once more to the table, a spoon in hand.
"What? I can afford the calories. You have any idea how much I burn doing acrobatics and fighting you Bat-guys wearing this suit? Besides, it's summer; who doesn't like a little ice cream on a hot summer's day in an abandoned warehouse?" Harley began to dig in, sending Tim tumbling down the hill of ice cream and condiments, where he landed with a splat. The ice was already starting to melt, making it hard for him to get a grip with his feet; the heavy chocolate covering him also restricted his movements, making it doubly hard to escape the bowl. Whenever he did reach the rim, Harley would just knock him back down. "Ah, ah, ah! This is your time out, bird brat!" She scooped a chuck of ice cream out next to him, and used the flat of her spoon to knock him into the hole. "Now you just stay there; momma's got a date with this here bowl of ice cream!" As Harley continued to eat, Tim sat in the puddle of melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl, which came up to his waist. Eventually, Harley finished what was left of the solid ice cream; all that remained in the bowl was Tim, and the small pool of ice cream mixed with assorted condiments.
"Well, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste..." Harley said, bringing the bowl to her lips. Tim got to his feet, horrified, as she opened her mouth wide, tipping the bowl. He scrambled away, but with nothing to hold onto he slowly slid down the bowl with the last bit of Harley's ice cream, inevitably falling into her mouth. Harley began to roll him around her mouth, licking the chocolate off of his body and gradually replacing the condiments that covered him with her own sticky saliva. The atmosphere inside her mouth was stuffy and wet, like that of a sauna, and her movements were just as chaotic as her personality as she battered him around her mouth. She swallowed a few times to get rid of the accumulated food and saliva, which sent a jolt of terror up Tim's spine each time it happened. It didn't help that from her moans she clearly enjoyed his taste.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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