"Okay, so where exactly does this leave...?" Ivy asked expectantly as her pointer finger darted between herself and Harley, who stared blankly at her with bright blue eyes. Her naivete (or psychopathy) was definitely showing. "...us? Where does this leave us, Harl?"
Harley's blank expression brightened a bit, as if she suddenly understood the problem presented.
"Oh! Red, I... uh... I really didn't think that there was a 'us'..." Harley half-laughed with flustered red cheeks, averting the piercing green gaze of her chloropathic roommate, "I mean... well you know! I'm on rebound--I'm allowed to 'speriment a little before me an' Mistah J get back together!"
The criminal comedianne sensed the tensity growing behind Ivy's eyes, which narrowed slightly upon the honest admission of her feelings. An anxious squeak escaped her, her smile becoming much less apologetic and much more nervous.
"I-I-I-I mean you an' me have done this kinda thing before, y'know? I-I-I just thought that you... I mean not that I don't like what we do. You do. To me. Probly not tonight, but maybe later?" Ivy's gaze sharpened before her very eyes, making the masochistic mistress of mayhem recoil in anticipation of a slap across the cheek, "N-Nevah mind just I'll just uh... oy vey Harl ya really screwed the pooch this time..."
"An interesting choice of words, all things considered..." Ivy looked sharply into the other room before pressing on the upper bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb, "Look just... tell me why? After everything I've done for you lately, why you thought you could just... sleep around on me! And how are we NOT in a committed relationship?!"
"I 'unno." Harley answered with a shrug, "We nevah go out, we nevah go see movies, ya don' pick me flowers like ya used to..."
"I don't take you out anymore because you're a WANTED CRIMINAL!" Ivy threw her hands up, "And for that matter, so am I! We're in HIDING. And, while we're at it, I'VE NEVER PICKED YOU FLOWERS IN MY ENTIRE LIFE."
"Well maybe that's part of the problem."
Harley's attempt at humor was met with a low growl from her girlfriend, who hunched and straightened her arms in anger. Her lip curled into a slight snarl, causing Harley to bounce right off the bed. A thud as Harley's toned tuchas met the floor, Ivy's head falling between her hands as she sounded a deep sigh. There was a pause as Harley worked her way into criss-cross applesauce position on the floor, looking back up at Poison Ivy with her pleadingly big blue eyes.
"Look I'm really sorry, Red." she said quietly, "I mean you've been real swell lookin' after me since me an' Mistah J... went on a break. I guess I shoulda been more clear with my intentions an' whatnot before I--"
"Enough." Ivy said flatly, her hands falling from her face as they fell between her knees, not a puffy eye between them as she looked back at Harley on the floor, "It's my fault for getting attached. You're right, we've done this before and we'll probably do it again. I guess I just thought this time you might have started to see me as more than just your rebound girl. Apparently I was wrong."
Harley's heart sank as her head ducked down, making her look all the more pitiful on the cold hardwood floor.
"I should... probly just go." Harley said sadly as she shambled to her feet and started for the doorway, "I mean, don' wanna make things any more awkward than they already are, right? I undastand if ya never wanna speak to me again..."
"No just... wait." Ivy turned slightly on the bed, arms folded now in an attempt to sequester herself from the situation, "If I turn you loose now, you won't be anywhere but Arkham by tomorrow morning. I guess... if you promise to keep a low profile... you can stay here. With me."
Ivy's eyes, in that instant, looked much softer and younger than any time Harley had ever known her. The sternness and callousness that naturally came with being an evironmental terrorist seemed to melt away. She looked almost innocent, a genuine sadness glistening behind her eyes as she looked up at Harley from the bed. Not that it mattered, but it was very easy for Harley to forget that she had a body-count longer than her arm...
"Aw Red, I knew ya couldn't stay mad at me!" Harley erupted as she bounced back over to the bed and locked her roommate in a hug, "I promise, ya won't even know I'm here! I'll be as quiet as a church-mouse! As silent as a statue! Just paint me black an' white an' call me a mime! I swear I'll--"
"Enough, enough!" Ivy called out for the second time that night, this time fighting back a slight smile that threatened to break across her dark green lips, "I get it, you'll be quiet. It's not like I even believe you anyway."
The two stared at one another, Ivy nestled slightly between Harley's small (yet perky!) breasts. A long red strand of hair the only thing between her lips and the soft creamy skin of Harley's right tit. She could hear her heartbeat in the silence that followed Harley's outburst, both of them seemingly realizing how awkward the situation they found themselves in truly was.
"So... who's gonna tell Selina to hit the bricks?" Harley asked, breaking the silence
"I'll do it." Ivy answered, her tone darkly energetic, "You can just watch."
***
Where Ivy's room was considerably more natural in design (natural meaning overrun by out of control botanical creatures over varying normalcy) Harley's room had a much more ecclectic feel to it. She'd only been living in Ivy's safehouse for a week now, and hadn't had the time she'd liked to have had to make the room truly hers. no giant teddy bears or any pretty pink wallpaper, but a large enough collection of stuffed animals... only half of which contained firearms.
Selina Kyle, alias Catwoman, sat in her pajamas with the bottoms of her feet together atop Harley's fluffy comforter set, her knees out butterfly-style while she folded her hands across the canyon made by the arches of her feet. She smiled knowingly at the ultimatum she had been given, and had predicted she would find herself in a situation not unlike this one before the night was over. She could still see the regret flickering in the back of Harley's mind, both for doing the act and letting Ivy loose on her like this.
It didn't bother her, of course, because she had a much better idea on how to work all this out...
"Actually, I have a much better idea of how to work all this out." Selina said finally, that cutesy smile on her face as Ivy stared daggers at her, "And I think it'll make just about everyone involved happy."
"Pizza party?" Harley asked, one blonde eyebrow raised inquisitively
"Oh I'm gonna love this." Ivy rolled her eyes, "Alright Selina, what's your alternative? Not that I'm not going to enjoy throwing you out in the rain."
The lanky catburglar reached over to the side of Harley's bed and grabbed her purse, which shared her taste for black leather. One hand plunged inside and, not a moment later, returned with a fat stack of hundred dollar bills held together with a hair band.
"I could start paying rent?" Selina said, her smile much more knowing and her eyebrows raised expectantly, "I'm looking for a little down time and you girls have a real eye for real estate. I figured since you're already letting Harley stay here rent free, you could use a little extra scratch around the house. That is, assuming Bud and Lou aren't just your emergency food supplies."
She lay the wad of green on the bed and let it sit for a moment before Ivy picked it up, ran a thumb across it, and tucked it into her bra.
"You're in a generous mood this evening." Ivy questioned, "How much?"
"That was more than enough for groceries." Catwoman pointed to the wad of cash that pressed against Ivy's bra, "And if you're asking how much I made well... a girl never kisses and tells."
They both looked at Harley, whose sheepish smile returned upon their collectively judgmental gaze.
"Look, I'm not asking for us to be besties." Selina stated with her hands in the air, "I'm looking for a place to crash, you girls need the cash. It's a win-win situation. With any luck, I'll be out of your hair and out of the game forever."
"Forever?" Harley piped up, "That musta been some haul you pulled in, Kitty-Kat!"
Selina purred slightly as she stretched, "Well I've still gotta fence some stuff buuuuut... yeah, it was a lot."
"How long?"
"Until I get a place of my own?" Catwoman rolled onto her belly, her feet kicking in the air as she propped her head up with her hands, "That all kinda depends. I need to lay low for a while, sooo... a while."
Catwoman punctuated her point with her grin turning sly, she crinkled her nose slightly as she made direct eye-contact with Poison Ivy. A silent challenge issued, daring the chloropath to start something. Harley was not immune to the friction, taking one big-girl step backwards to let the two of them figure it out amongst themselves.
...
"Alright, you can stay."
Harley's hands shot up like rockets in celebration, a decidedly too-soon "yay" escaping her
"But don't get any funny ideas." Ivy continued, looking back and forth between the two criminals, "My house, my rules. Don't make me spray Miss Kitty with the hose."
Selina hissed, playfully pawing at Ivy as the green-skinned gal made her leave.
She took the money from her bra and counted it, heading back into her humid den of botanical delights. With any luck, she might be able to put most of tonight behind her…
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