Harley's Poison (for Tangerine)

[crazyxanime]

Gotham had become quiet the last few weeks, allowing one scientist to develop several different poisons, perfumes combined with pheromones. Admittedly, the emerald woman preferred the quiet. It allowed her to work peacefully, without interruptions. The only sound protruding her eardrums being that of vines shifting against the floors, or walls, crawling to get the necessary ingredients for whatever new concoction she’s creating. It’s like she can hear them, whispering to her, tempting her, telling her what to put together to create her goal.

Unfortunately for the plant-based woman, her taciturnity comes to an end with a familiar knock. Now, there are few people that actually pay her a visit. One particular blonde being the primary. Most know that the botanist enjoys time to herself – she does not. Though in her defense, the crimson haired has become somewhat accustomed to her, if not actually grown to like her.

“Harley?” Imagine her surprise when she opens the door to a very upset, very hurt Harley Quinn. The look on the other’s features, along with the discolored blotches on pale skin, ripped clothing, are enough to enrage the woman – who finds the jester to be one of her best friends. Forest digits reach out, carefully taking pale arm to guide her into the home, vine closing the door behind them. “What happened?”

[Tangerine]

It hadn’t been a difficult decision to make, regarding on which door was she supposed to knock upon being kicked out of her home, which was sadly no longer as sweet as a pudding. The clown princess of crime had been demoted to just a deranged clown as her so-called prince had finally decided that it was time he got rid of her. After causing yet another one of his plans—or spontaneous contrivances as he liked to call them—to fail, Joker haphazardly chose to go solo after that point. Thus, her rather complicated relationship with the maniac had ended, in a most dramatic way for that matter.

“Well hello, Red. What’s cooking?” She managed to say before an outgrown plant tugged at her arm to welcome her in. It ripped a grunt from her as well, as her shoulder still ached after her recent fall. Something had happened, alright. Her weary look hinted so much. Knee, thigh and calf, her fishnet tights were ripped at several spots. Red and blue, the two-tone shorts she wore were mostly undamaged. Her simple t-shirt, however, carried the hints of some abuse, while a runny makeup reflected a broken heart.

It took her messy pigtails some time to stop swaying about. “He threw me out!” Blonde eyebrows rose as she offered an explanation. “Out of the window. Fourth floor.” Coming from her ex, an unsurprising act of violence. Good thing the clown had picked an abandoned pillow factory as his current base of operations. A convenient mountain of pillows had saved her fair skin when Joker had pushed her out, and not without a laugh, for that matter. The joke was finally on her, she supposed.

To tell the truth, on more than one occasion, this good-looking plant-lover had advised her to end her twisted relationship with the clown. Now that she had, Ivy had to suffer the consequences of accommodating her dear Harley. “Figured I need a new partner.” She nodded. “And yours is the only name that rhymes with mine. Kinda.”

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Sympathy colors jade features, cherry red eyebrows softening with concern; wanting nothing more than to rip the clown prince’s still beating heart out, offered as a sacrifice to the only woman that she cares about. Even the other villainesses of Gotham got under her skin. Humans simply weren’t something she ever desired in her life, humans polluted and destroyed the environment. A direct act of war against her. But Harley? Harley had been the only one to understand her strange obsession with plants, the only one to help her whenever she needed.

Admittedly, the words ‘I told you he was a bad guy’ linger on pink tongue. Not bad as in against the bat. No. The prince was cruel to the princess, ripping and tearing at her – emotionally, physically – until she didn’t know any better. She always went back. Fingers flicker, allowing her plants to relax back into their places, a single vine working on getting the first aid kit. The one she’d bought specifically for moments like this. Hand carefully takes Harley’s own, guiding her to the couch so they can settle in for a few moments.

“How cruel.” Smooth voice coos, gentle fingers moving over pale cheek. Such contrast. Beautiful. Thumb brushes over the woman’s skin carefully, trying her best not to hurt her further. The other hand reaches out when the vine brings the first aid kit, allowing it to rest in her lap. Eyebrow raises in response to the woman’s proposal. “A new partner? Harls, maybe you need to just… Take a break for a while.” Not exactly a no. She just wants to make sure that the jester is well enough before they start working together. Forest hued fingers move to grab an alcohol cloth from the kit, beginning to clean off the princess’ face. In part to find out what other damage colors her under the smeared make up.

“Anything broken?” She hopes the answer is no.

[Tangerine]

It wasn’t exactly a short walk from the old factory to Ivy’s apartment, and she had been moving those fair legs for a while. So, being able to sit down at last and resting her appealing hips hardly felt bad. Granted, especially given her costume, treading Gotham’s shady streets at night was not the safest activity for a flashy blonde. Luckily, foul criminals and petty thugs tended to stay away from her. Unluckily, good guys, or gals for that matter, preferred the same as well. Sometimes a foe, sometimes a friend, Ivy didn’t mind getting close to her, however.

Leaning back on the sofa, Harley simply let her redheaded colleague work on her. The exotic villain’s kindly treatment almost made her feel like an injured little bird. A bird of prey, perhaps. She couldn’t even remember the last time someone tended to her like that. It certainly was a nice feeling, knowing someone cared for her. It admittedly brought a smile upon her charming face. But again, she smiled quite frequently anyway. “Yea… Pudding’s always been a bit rough on me.” He certainly wasn’t the kind of boyfriend to send out bouquets of flowers. Well, he would have sent one to Ivy, albeit for different reasons. “But it’s over now.”

The exotic beauty she possessed, that floral scent, the inviting form: Ivy certainly didn’t need to use any of her aphrodisiac weapons to charm anyone. At the same time, she was quite a dangerous woman. “Hmm, I can use a break.” Harley agreed. After what she had been through, she deserved some leisure-time. “Maybe I should just chill out for a bit. Flower your waters.”

Advantages of being a flexible gal she supposed, but her injuries were negligible. She was lucky, as if the fate itself wanted to give her another chance. Like a cat using one of its nine lives. However, she was no cat. The city certainly had enough cats.

Both of her hands patted against her thighs. Then her fingers glided up her sides, before she cupped her breasts. “Not really. Everything seems to be in place.” One of her hands slid towards the centre. “Ungh!” Closing her eyes, she gave out an agonized cry. “My heart is broken tho!” Leaning closer, she rested her forehead on one of Ivy’s elegant shoulders. “Hope you know how to perform CPR.”

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A bit rough? An understatement, if she’d ever heard one. Especially when it came to the Clown Prince. If anything, the man was trying to murder his lover. Well, some form of love would be needed to be that. No. More like an unrequited obsession. The man would hurt and crush her – and she simply kept going back. Despite the emerald woman’s offer to keep her home. Despite the warning that one day the Joker would kill her, that he never cared for her. It was all useless. The blonde would simply do what she wanted. And always go back.

Maybe the forester felt a little… jealousy. Over the fact that the blonde could love with so much intensity. Hell, the girl had betrayed her job as a psychiatrist to join the crazies on the streets. Or, maybe she was jealous of the fact that the villain held so much power over her. That no matter what he did – she would always worship him. Like a puppet, strings being controlled by a psychopath. Even the botanist didn’t like him. And how could she when he kept hurting her only friend?

Hues watch silently as pale hands check for injuries. Nothing too serious it seems. Except for that broken heart of hers. Gentle smile crawls on the woman’s features at the dramatic display, emerald skin darkening into a blush. Shoulders lift carefully, hand lifting to pat the light-colored hair. “I can fix a broken heart.” The woman could feel pheromones starting to pull from her skin, words whispered against the other’s locks.

For a moment, jade fingers tilt the villainess’ chin up, allowing the two of them to lock eyes. Jungle combining with river. And for a moment the woman debates allowing their relationship to escalate – only for her brain to snap her back to reality. She’d be just as manipulative as him. Body shifts to lean back, hands beginning their healing process again. Special aloe is spread across discolored skin – a little something to help her heal faster. She clears her throat.

“You can stay as long as you want. Just don’t hurt my plants.” Always. She could always stay with her. “You deserve better than that asshole anyway.”

[Tangerine]

One didn’t need to be a detective to predict the amount of abuse her mad love with Joker contained. For years, she had allowed him to tinker with her mind, sculpt a deranged jester out of her body, pull the strings that made her dance like a mad puppet in the criminal world. Despite that, she had managed to find joy, some twisted fun among a life of mischief and debauchery. Right now, when she had a new venture sitting next to her, Harley didn’t want to breathe more life into her past relationship by talking about it. She wanted to build a new one.

Taken by the chin, she looked in her new partner’s mesmerizing eyes. It was no secret that Ivy wasn’t quite fond of humans, that she favoured the green instead. Harley was no plant. Some red and some blue, but she didn’t have any green on her either. Regardless, Ivy seemed to care about her. She could see the traces of affection in her pretty eyes. And Harley had a funny idea why this might be the case, the reason behind her poisonous host’s lovely hospitality and kindness of her touches. Thanks to her funky transformation it was now almost impossible to see through her madness, but she used to be a psychiatrist, after all.

“Hm, you smell good.” She pulled herself back, although not enough to disconnect the emerald fingers from her hair as she rather enjoyed the subtle sensation of the woman’s digits on them. “Is it your shampoo?” The restorative substance provided by her kindly host was absorbed by her skin, given her visage a radiant finish, making her face faintly gleam with her bright eyes. “Fix me?” An amused, but somewhat curiously doubtful expression blossomed on her face, widening her lips and raising her brows. Before she was broken, she used to fix people too. “You’ll be my doctor!” The blonde beamed with a mad chuckle.

Pulling her muddy boots onto the sofa, she darted across the furniture like a squeezed spring. Her knees pressed down on the sofa, while she rested a hand on Ivy’s knee. “Oh, kind doctor, tell me why do you care so much anyway?” Her nose pushed crimson strands aside as her lips neared the woman’s ear. She continued with a low voice as if she didn’t want to disturb the exotic villain’s dear plants with her high pitched voice.

“Is it because you love me?” Harley whispered, claiming her new partner-in-crime’s heart didn’t necessarily beat only for plants.