Girls Just Wanna Have Fun: The Sirens Take Gotham

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The White Rabbit  drove us to an undisclosed location in a boxy, black, van, which, I mentioned, didn't match her personality. She giggled, and a wad of pink gum made her already white teeth glow like pearls. 

"My other self drives a sparkly lavender convertible." 

"You mean, when you're not freeing Arkham inmates in a cheap, stripperesque, rabbit, getup?" said Talia. 

White Rabbit looked at her like she was seriously dense.

"No," she said slowly. "My other self." Then, she pouted a little, putting her hand over her heart.

"You hurt my feelings."

"She likes them to look," said Ivy, who got it. 

"Don't we all?" Selina nodded. 

"Well, I don't have to distract them with my body." 

Selina didn't like Talia's remark, and she hissed like the animal that was part of her criminal namesake. 

"Right. Because you can throw fistfuls of money and jewels at them, or send a squadron of your father's ninjas to take them out." 

White Rabbit pulled the car over to the side of the road with a jerk of the wheel.

"Stop. Just stop!"

"Or you'll dump us on the side of the road?" Selina challenged.

White Rabbit's pale brows drew together as her forehead wrinkled in thought.

"Yeah," she decided. "I will."

"And some cop will pick you up and drive you straight back from whence you came." Ivy was always practical.

"Ouch," said White Rabbit softly, her little pink lips turning down cutely.

"Honey, until you've been to Arkham..." Peyton warned. "Have you even been pulled over by the cops?"

"Well, all she probably has to do is shake her cute little tail...." Ivy sounded jealous, but then, she was good at tossing her thick, red, hair and talking young cops out of minor offenses, like speeding tickets and such. To get any more, she'd have to start doing favors, and Ivy liked being in control of the men, not the other way around.

"Oh, look," our chauffeur chirped, "we're here!" She pulled up to the driveway of a big house built of gorgeous brown brick that had a turret and a terrace.

"This is where you live?" I gasped. She frowned slightly, although still managed to also hold onto her pretty grin.

"Um. Kind of. I mean, you'll see." 

"You're back." The Indian girl was cool, and beautiful, long-legged, in silk pajamas - pants and a halter that tied at the neck. She also, I noticed, looked familiar.

"Jaina!" White Rabbit squealed and went running up the front steps to join her at the top, heels clacking with every rushed step. 

"It's my other self, girlies," she informed us with dizzy cheer, and then added, "literally. It's a biofission thing."

"WR!" Her Indian friend slapped her across the face and she started to cry like a little girl. 

"Sorry," she apologized to us. "WR can be a little dumb."

"So you send her out to do your dirty work, while you hobnob with hotties like Bruce Wayne at big parties?" Talia was jealous - she'd been in that world - but her father was too busy with the League to get her out of Arkham, although he kept promising he would. 

"Yeah," she continued, "I saw those pictures."

Jaina Hudson's (of course that was who she was. She was always getting photographed in gorgeous dresses, because her father was a diplomat and her mother was a Bollywood actress, and they were both obviously the source of her good looks) mouth wavered a little.

"Just come in. I'm sorry, WR. Maybe you should just...go away."

The beautiful girl wiped her face with her long fingers. 

"Okay, Jaina," she said softly, turning and walking into the house, closing the door behind her. The beautiful half-Indian socialite looked uncomfortable.

"You ladies staying?"

"Not if she isn't," I said sharply, and we walked away, but then suddenly realized that we needed a favor from Jaina Hudson.

"Bring her back. And...can we borrow some clothes? These uniforms are kind of conspicuous."

"Oooh, a makeover!" White Rabbit squealed from the other side of the door.

It was good to have her back. 

Two hours later, we strutted out of Jaina Hudson's house, having regained our feminity with the aid of her stuffed closet, mirrored vanity heaped with makeup, and huge shower and Jacuzzi. Of course, it wasn't like everything fit perfectly; there were size discrepencies, and our shapes were messed up from Arkham feeding, but it was a major improvement.

" If only Mr. J could see me now!"

"Harley!" Ivy almost smacked me, and everyone else gave me nasty glares. They were supposed to, as the Arkham psychiatric staff was working me off my dependence on the Joker. I was quite happy to stay where I was, because him sometimes needing my help was not the same as an addiction. And he loved me. I knew it. He just had his own, special, Mr. J way of showing how much I mattered to him.

"I think Harley needs a little retail therapy," Talia suggested. 

"Sure. You can shop. You're a little rich girl who has access to all of Daddy's money, even though he's overseas taking out Bosnia with the League. What about the rest of us? And we just raided the closet of one of the hippest, richest girls in Gotham City." 

Ivy pulled the car over to the side of the road with a screech at my signal.

"Stop!" I said. "Just...stop! If you guys are going to argue like this, how about you just get out?"

"Actually," Ivy mused, "that's a good idea. All non-Sirens out of the car now." She looked sympathetically at Peyton.

"Sorry. You've done nothing to deserve this."

"Oh, I get it," replied the blonde. "I've got things of my own to do, anyway." She smiled at me. "Bye, Harley. We'll have to get together for lunch sometime, okay?" 

Talia was less happy to leave, but Ivy arched an eyebrow and she left - mumbling threats and scowling (especially at Selina) - but she was gone, and that was good enough. 

"The secret spot?"

"Sounds like a great destination," Selina affirmed, and we drove on....