Cutie Heroes and Villains

Chapter 5

                “What about this one?” Harley asked. The bright eyed clean faced women did a twirl for her, modeling the silk red dress.

                It was a shock to wake up to see Harley in jeans and a hoodie. With no makeup Cutie could see how beautiful Harley really was. If you ignored the psychotic gleam in her eye. The two had been shopping most of the afternoon. The Joker still hadn’t returned when they left. Harley explained he sometimes vanished for weeks on end. Reappearing with a master plan or something wonderfully evil underfoot.

                “I guess it’s alright if you’re a high end call girl.” Cutie sighed, adjusting the large green sunglasses she wore to hide her eyes. Cutie had finally seen her eyes in a mirror that morning. They were now completely a swirling mist of greys, light blues and off whites. She believed her increased vision was tied together with the changing of her eyes. She still hadn’t figured out what had brought about the changes though.

                “A call girl?” Harley stared down at herself. “I think I look good in this.”

                “Oh you do. Don’t get me wrong.” Cutie quickly answered seeing the hurt on Harley’s face. “I just think it’s not your style is all.”

The dress had a slit at the back that ran to the small of Harley’s bum. The neck line was cut low, opening to show far too much of Harley’s cleavage. The dress said you needed money to talk to this girl. Harley’s personality was the opposite. She was playful, she needed something fun. In this dress she appeared awkward and out of place.

                Staring at the mirror on the wall Harley frowned. “I only want something nice for my Puddin.” She whined. “He never likes the dresses I buy. I was hoping you'd help me pick something nice.”

                “Less isn’t always more.” Cutie dryly replied. “I think you’re going about this all wrong.”

                “What do you mean?” Harley asked turning to her.

                “What attracted him to you?” Cutie asked. “I’m guessing you weren’t wearing anything like this when you met.”

                A smile spread across Harley’s lips. “I can remember it as if it were yesterday.” She related, moving closer to her. “I’m a psychologist by trade you know. I was working at Arkham asylum when I saw him for the first time. He was so charming, so handsome, so…”

                “Yah I get it.” Cutie interrupted. “But what draws his eyes too you.”

                “Well my Puddin gets frisky when I’m helping him cause mayhem.” Thinking Harley tapping her chin. “Only thing he really likes is my everyday clothes.” She frown.

                Now where getting somewhere Cutie thought. She desperately wanted to get out of her own ridicules clothes but they’d only stopped at stores Harley liked so far. “Then let’s go shop for everyday clothes.”

                “Good idea sweet pea.” Harley said excitedly running into the change room.

                Finally she’d get something more to her taste. Too many people had been mistaken her for a boy. It didn’t help that the collar on her coat was cut wrong, catching her hair and tugging on it. Forcing her to wear it up, under her stupid hat.

                Spotting a man staring at her around a corner Cutie scowled. “What the fuck you looking at ass wipe?” Shocked he was spotted the man fleeing to the back of the store.