We're standing in front of Arkham's gates. Ivy glances at me with a worried look on her face. This place doesn't bring good memories to her.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. But you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."
"I'm not letting you go alone in that shithole."
I smile and nod my head.
"Alright then, let's go!"
We enter slowly, going to the front of the dark building, then we enter.
A big guy wearing a cop uniform is sitting behind a desk, writing in a small journal. His short grey hair is messy and his dark eyes flicker up to me behind his glasses for only a moment, then back down. My citizen outfit is working perfectly. Ivy is looking good too. We look like two innocent young ladies.
Sneaking up quietly, I slowly edge towards the desk, Ivy behind me. I reach the counter. I can feel my glitter gun in my coat.
The man looks up, and he pauses, his pen stops moving. He's clearly annoyed by our presence.
"Can I help you?" He says with a monotone voice.
"Well yes, yes you can. I'm here to report a terrible crime..." I say, grinning.
The cop sighs again.
"And what terrible crime is that?"
And before he can move or do anything, I take out my gun and wink at him.
"This one."
I pull the trigger and the bullet goes very close to his eye, knocking him off as he jumps back with a yell.
A firework of blue and pink lightning fills the air.
I make a sign to Ivy to follow me and we enter the next room.
The room is filled with desks. Every officer you could think of is in here. They're all sitting there doing nothing.
"Oh-oh..." I say, my mind racing.
There are monitors on the ceiling. Two of them are flashing.
"I got this." Ivy says behind me.
She takes out an orange and red flower from her pocket.
"Cover your nose and mouth Harl'.
I do so, and the next second, she blows on the flower slightly.
The pollen flies across the room. The officers drop on the floor one by one, deeply asleep.
We leave the room and go into another, opening a door at the end of the hall.
"We need to go to the left aisle. There's where they keep the insane and dangerous ones."
"Alright, let's go," Ivy says, heading to the stairs.
We climb the stairs to the left, trying not to slip. They're covered with a thick, slippery layer of dust. I reach the top stair and look to the left. The aisle is filled with cells.
I notice nametags on the doors.
"What's Joker's one?"
"Let's check them all." Ivy says, determined.
I nod to her.
We look through each cell's slot, shining a flashlight inside, quickly sweeping it over the sleeping guy inside.
And after a few minutes, the light is showing dark green hair.
"Ivy! He's in here."
Ivy reaches my side. We look at each other, neither one of us able to say a word.
"What now?" Ivy asks.
I reach for the grenade in my pocket to blow off the door but Ivy stops me, putting her hand on mine.
"Are you sure about this Harl'?"
I look at her with a frown.
"Of course I'm sure. We can't let him die."
Ivy shrugs.
"Why not?"
I pause holding the grenade in my hand.
"Because! We can't let him die this way. It's not... right! "
Ivy sighs, looking around her, checking we're still alone.
"You're right of course," she says. "But he tried to kill us and..."
"Why are you making me doubt about all this??" I say suddenly mad at her.
"Why are you holding on to him like that?" She replies louder.
Ivy stares at me for a few seconds.
Looking into her green eyes, I see a mixture of confusion and anger forming.
"What else I'm supposed to do?"
Ivy looks away, her cheeks flushing red.
"I don't know... Just let him die."
She says it so quietly, I almost didn't hear her.
"What?"
"Let's just leave him here. He got what he deserves."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"He's a criminal Harl'! Killing him would just send him to Hell, where he obviously belongs."
"We're criminals too! How are we different from him, uh??"
Ivy nervously passes a hand on her face.
"Harley, think about it. You'll be free from him. Forever."
I reflect for a minute.
"That doesn't sound so bad." I say.
"So, we're leaving. Come on."
Ivy takes a few steps towards the stairs.
"I can't..." I say with a low tone.
I feel tears in my eyes.
"Why?"
Ivy turns to me, confusion on her face.
"Tell me why you can't leave him."
"Because!" I yell back raising my voice. "He's all I have, ok?"
Ivy takes a few steps towards me and once she reaches my side, she strokes my cheek softly.
"That's not true. You have me."
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Yeah, right..."
"You do!"
"You don't remember anything, Ive. We need Joker to get your memories back. If he dies... you... you'll stay the same... I can't..."
I peek at the cell through the slot. Joker's body is covered in bruises and cuts. It looks like he tried to crawl out of it, but failed.
"Harley..."
I turn to Ivy.
"Come here."
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into her chest.
"You don't know how much I love you." I say into her hair.
She holds me tightly, and from this moment on, I know that somehow, she'll be able to make it all better.
I raise my head. She's so close. Our foreheads are almost touching. She takes my head between her hands.
"Harley, I'm sorry..."
Before I can say anything, Ivy leans her head, and our mouths meet.
And just like that, I feel the coldness. The numbness. The silence.
I feel my stomach drop.
Ivy stops kissing me.
"What..."
Ivy doesn't say anything. She's just holding me as I feel the earth beneath my feet open. I feel dizzy.
"What's happening to me?"
"It's ok. Just close your eyes."
I feel her hands stroke my hair as darkness consumes me.
"What did you... do to me..."
But I don't hear her answer.
Everything goes black.
***
I wake up in the couch. Ivy is sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking a cup of tea.
"Hey..."
I take a sitting position, rubbing my temples, and trying to remember what happened.
"What... What did you..."
"I had to... I'm sorry. I had to use my... power on you. I didn't know it would be that strong."
I stare at her in shock.
"You knocked me out??"
Ivy stands up and steps towards me.
"Harley I'm sorry..."
"Why?!?" I ask. "Why did you do that?"
"I had to get us out of Arkham!"
Silence.
"I'm sorry." She briefly looks down before looking up at me.
"What about Joker? Did you break him out?"
Ivy avoids looking directly at me.
"No. He's still in his cell."
I have tears in my eyes. I feel furious.
"But we planned to free him! So he can give you the antidote!!!"
Ivy closes her eyes.
"Please... Just... listen to me."
"I can't believe you did this!! You ruined everything!!!"
I yell and, without thinking about it, I jump on her and grab her to push her against the nearest wall.
Ivy tries to get free, but I'm strong.
"Harley stop!!!"
I grab her by her shoulders and begin to shake her violently. One hand on her neck, I throw her violently. She drops to the floor, gasping for air.
I jump on top of her, holding her by the wrists.
I put all my weight on her laps and begin to cry, hitting her like a little kid.
"You ruined everything! Everything!!"
"Harley... Just... Stop!"
My tears fall on her face.
I stop, holding on to her wrists, sobbing loudly.
I go off her. She's lying on the floor.
"I'm sorry..." I say.
She stares at me, her eyes full of tears.
I curved like a bowl on the floor. Ivy sits up and sighs, exhausted.
"I just wanted everything to go back to normal." I mumble sadly.
She crawls next to me and takes me into her arms. I hug her back. I feel terrible. I hate myself so much.
"That's... probably for the best." She says.
"But you won't remember us... Ever..."
"I know. Can't be helped. I still have the memory of you hitting me though..."
She grabs my hand and kisses it.
Ivy smiles softly at me.
"I'm sorry I hit you." I say between two sobs.
"It's... fine. You punch like a little girl." She says with a smirk.
"Hey!!"
Ivy laughs a bit, wiping away a tear from my face.
"We have each other. That's enough for me."
"You pushed me away... The other day, when we... kissed."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just..."
Her gaze goes darker.
"I got scared." She explains.
She looks away from me, and sighs.
"What do you mean?" I ask with a sniff.
"I've had... a crush on you for a really long time, I just didn't know how to act."
I stare at her, confused.
"Look, Harley... When we kissed... it's like you knew exactly what you were doing. But I didn't! I don't know what you like, how to act with you... But you, you know everything about me already. It just... frightened me..."
I don't say anything. I just look at her, still holding her hand.
"I don't want to take any antidote, Harley. I don't need it. I like the way things are."
I rub my nose with my sleeve.
"Really?" I say with a broken voice.
Ivy smiles tenderly at me.
"Yeah. I fell in love with you once and..."
She pauses, pursing her lips, looking down at our hands intertwined.
"I think I'm falling in love with you all over again..."
I open my mouth in surprise. I wasn't expecting her to say that. Ivy tilts her head in an adorable way.
"What should I do, to show you that I'm not scared anymore?" She asks.
"I don't know."
I think for a minute then look into her beautiful, green eyes.
"You could kiss me again. But without using your powers this time."
She laughs, a genuine laugh that just makes me love her more.
She leans in and kisses me.
It's soft, calm, appeasing. I lean in as well, deepening the contact. Our lips move against each other slowly, eagerly, patiently...
Ivy's hand on my cheek slides to my neck. She gently, slowly caresses my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine. Her thumb moves to my cheek, wiping away the tears that have gathered there.
She pulls away a bit to catch some air and look deep into my eyes.
"We should... go to your room."
I nod and pick myself up immediately.
As soon as I enter the bedroom, I jump on the bed, followed by Ivy.
She lays next to me.
We stare into each other's eyes.
I lean my head against hers, sighing contently...
I start by kissing her. She leans into the sweet contact. With my free hand, I move into her hair, holding her in place as I deepen the contact. Her hand on my cheek becomes more urgent, almost claw-like.
I slide a hand under her shirt.
"You're so.. warm." She says, confused, concerned, happy.
I smile tenderly at her. She grabs my hand and moves it under her shirt, blushing as she feels my hot skin on hers. She moves closer to me, and I reciprocate.
I kiss her neck fiercely, leaving red marks on it. She arches an eyebrow but doesn't move away this time.
"Is this okay?" I ask quietly.
She nods, her eyes closing as she embraces the contact.
I move my other hand to her shirt and slowly lift it up.
I feel her tense up immediately, so I stop.
"Tell me if you don't want me to do something, ok?"
"No, it's fine. You can touch me." She whispers, her voice trembling.
I slowly move my hand under her shirt, my fingers ghosting against her skin. She sighs loudly, and I smile.
I stroke her left breast.
She grabs my hand which is now caressing it gently.
"More. I want your hands on me... everywhere..."
I smirk and grab her shirt, and quickly lift it up, then throw it to the floor.
It makes her giggle adorably.
I quickly move my other hand under her shirt, kissing her fervently as I move my hands to her back as well. She grabs my wrists, making me stop.
"Take off your clothes..."
I slowly peel off my clothes, feeling the heat from her body increase. I take off my socks and pants, my shirt as well as my bra, then dive into the bed, my body on top of her.
She stares at my body, panting slightly.
"God, you're so beautiful."
She strokes a lock of my hair away from my eyes, then puts both her hands behind my neck, pulling me closer to her. She kisses me urgently, her hands go to my sides.
The air between us is thick with lust.
I know her body by heart. But she's only discovering mine right now. It feels so... hot. Sensual.
As I look into her eyes, my hands run up along her arms, then around to her back. Our bodies touch everywhere. I slide a hand next to her panties. She's warm, wet, and ready for me. But I don't want to scare her by being too hasty. I slide my hand up her thigh, slowly moving up to her stomach, and then go back to her chest. But she grabs my hand and slides it back down.
"No... lower." I feel a thrill run through me as I realize what she really wants.I move my hand under her panties, slowly sliding my fingers up to her wet folds. "Yes... Right there..." She moans as if I've given her exactly what she wanted. I curl my fingers inside her, and she lets out a moan of pure ecstasy. "Oh... fuck..." "You like that?" I say hotly, my tongue traveling alongside her jaw. "Yes... deeper..." I slide another finger into her, and she lets out a long, low moan. Her head falls forward as she grabs my shoulders for support. "Fuck Ivy... You're so wet..." "Uuuhhh... I want your fingers in my mouth." She pants. I slide my fingers out of her, and she looks at me with want.
"Here." As her face nears my hand, she opens her mouth and I place my fingers inside. She begins to move her head up and down, swirling her tongue around my fingers. I sigh with pleasure at the view. "You're so hot." She looks up at me as she licks the side of my hand, then moves to my neck. She repeats the action, switching between kissing and licking. "I need to taste you... everywhere..." She whispers against my ear. I giggle. "Oh yeah ?" She moves up, kissing me as she grabs my hands. She's positioning herself on top of me. She runs her hands along my body, grabbing my wrists and holding them against the bed.
"Tell me what you want..." She whispers. "I want you... on top of me..." She sits up, looking into my eyes. I'm burning up. "And?" "Just... Sit on my face." She's silent for a second, then smiles hotly, biting her bottom lip. I insist: "Please Ivy... I want to feel your warmth... in my mouth..." I moan. "You're naughty..." She says, raising an eyebrow. But the next second, she's slowly removing her wet panties and lowering herself onto my face, her warmth hitting my mouth right away. I grab her hips as I push my tongue into her. I hear her moan deeply. She slides back and forth along my face for what seems like an eternity. But she eventually stops. I move my hands under her body and find her legs. I hear her on top of me and it's sending electricity in my stomach.
"Yes, just like that. It feels so good..." She grabs my hair and pushes my head into her as she increases the pace. "Ugh...You're doing so great baby..." She moans. I moan loudly. She retires a bit, only to let me a few seconds to catch some air. I take the advantage to speak. "Come in my mouth." I moan loudly as she looks down at me, her long hair flowing out. Then, she begins to shake. "Har... Harley... I'm gonna..." I moan loudly as she begins to shudder. She starts to push in and out of my mouth as I make sounds of ecstasy. The whole scene is so unreal that I start to laugh in between of her moaning. "HARLEY!" She starts to tighten, and I push her thighs and stick my fingers into her.
"Come baby... yes..." I feel her tighten as she begins to shake violently. She lets out a long and last scream. "Oh my god!! YES!!" After what seems like a minute or so, she relaxes onto me as she kisses my cheek. "My... my legs are jelly." I laugh. "What's so funny?" She asks. "Nothing... I'm just... stupidly happy.." "Me too. That didn't feel like anything ever before." She says. I kiss her forehead and smile. "I agree."
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Arkham Buddies
FanficI 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...
