I don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I ended up in jail. Once again. Arkham is like a second home for him. He knows all the mazes around there by heart. It's only a matter of time before I see him again. All I have to do is to be patient, even if it's not my strongest ability. I hear the sudden bump of the door cell, then a loud "click". The door opens abrutly and a guard steps in, holding someone by the arm. Well, it's more like he's dragging an heavy unmoving load behind him. He throws the inanimate body on the ground and closes the door behind him instantly. I look closer at the strange shape on the floor. Despite the obscurity of the cell, I notice a pale, green skin underneath the orange inmate uniform. Long and red hair are hiding her face but I don't need to see it. I know who that is.
"Iv... Ivy?" I murmur, shaking one of the girl shoulder. I hear a groan followed by a slow movement. She turns her head towards me but her eyes are still closed. "Wh... Where am I?" She mumbles.
"Welcome to Hell!" I answer with a pinch of sarcastic enthusiasm. She takes a sitting position, rubbing her left temple. She raises her head to look at me and frowns. "Harleen?" "Yup!" "What the fuck are you doing here?" I giggle. "I could ask you the same question. And it's Harley now." I can see she has trouble to process everything. She keeps rubbing her head with her fingertips. "Are you okay?" I ask with a bit of concern.
"Fine." She answers, taking a deep breath in. "I think they drugged me or something."
"Yeah, without a doubt..." She moves towards the wall slowly and leans her back against it, sitting on the cold and dirty floor. I follow her and sit right next to her.
"So cool you're here! We can be prison buddies!" I say with a joyful tone, hugging her arm, my head resting on her shoulder. She groans and tries to push me aside a little but I hold strongly on her arm. She only sighs, giving up on taking back her arm for now.
"There is nothing cool about that." She mumbles, annoyed.
"Oh come on Ive! It's not that bad! I didn't see another human being in days, allow me to be at least a bit happy about you ending up in my cell." I let go of her arm. I don't want her to be mad at me, I only wanted some human contact, that's all. But I know she doesn't like to be touch. She doesn't like people in general, I know that. I studied her, back when I was her therapist. Gosh, that was a long time ago! I don't even know if she remembers...
"What did you do this time Harl?" I'm surprised by the concern in her voice. It's almost like she's sad for me being locked up.
"Nothing really, rob a bank, didn't end up like it was planned. Mistah' J succeeded to go out but the Bat got me."
I lower my eyes for a second, ashamed of revealing to her how I failed lamentably to be a good super villain.
"He left you??" Ivy says angrily. "Well, yeah... But..." "I can't believe this." She adds with a sarcastic laugh. "It's okay, really...That was my fault..." I add, thinking about Puddin' and how hard it must have been for him to leave me behind like that.
"No it's not!" Ivy explodes. "He shouldn't have left you Harl'! He's such a jerk." She looks clearly angry now. I smile at her tenderly, trying to calm her down a bit. She sighs.
"You're always letting him treat you like shit anyway..." She says quietly, looking at me with wet, green, beautiful eyes. She stroke a lock of my hair away from my eyes and I instanly shiver to the touch. She's so nice to me. It's been a while since someone's been nice with me like that. I'm not used to that. It makes me feel uneasy. I clear my throat and jump on my feet.
"Well, I'm gonna just... hum... stay over there." Ivy watches me move to the mattress on the floor and sit on it quietly. "What ya doin'?" She says with a laugh. I shrug. 'Just giving you some... privacy and space." She laughs again, looking at me adorably.
"It's a 6 square metres cell Harl'..." I shiver again, noticing her playful little smirk. "Yeah well..."
She advances slowly towards me, on four. I laugh at the view. She steps on the mattress, still on four and reach my size. When our head are barely touching, she whispers against my ear:
"Ya know... We have some time to kill... I frown, biting my cheek nervously. "Wh... What do ya mean?" "I mean, maybe..." She starts, touching my knee gently. "We should have fun..." She sends me a seductive smirk and before I can reply anything, her lips are pressed on mine. I can't breath and it feels so fucking good. She smells like... lavender. She tastes like lemons, sour but sweet at the same time. I can't help it. I take her head in my hands and push the kiss harder, deeper. After a second or so, she must feel the same need as me 'cause her tongue plunges in my month, and I can't prevent myself to moan. She pulls away from my grip and I notice she's smiling lovingly at me, obviously proud of herself.
"Are you using any of your "love toxin" on me right now?" I say worriedly.
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Arkham Buddies
FanfictionI don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I en...
