Blüdhaven and Hell

Part One: Blüdhaven and Hell

"Sewing up that hole would look tacky, Puddin'. Why don't I just make you a new one?" Harley sat on my bed, examining my suit after the damage it had taken during my last fight with the Justice League. Freaks. Every last one of them.

I stared at myself in the mirror before meeting Harley's ocean-blue eyes through the reflection. "I don't need a new one. The hole isn't even that big. No one's gonna notice." She rolled her eyes anyway, already threading the needle just to satisfy me.

While I'd like to ask her how it's been being engaged to Ivy, I'm more caught up in my thoughts about him to bring it up. His sexy black hair... every inch of his shredded body... the way his grip tightened when trying to bring me to my senses. Fuck Nightwing. He's a prick who likes to play hero when he knows he'd be better on my side.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout, Pandora?" Harley Quinn's thick Brooklyn accent broke the silence and shook me out of my thoughts.

With a loud sigh, I sat on the edge of the bed and faced her with a face of disappointment. "You really wanna know, babe?" With the squint in her eyes and her turned-up lips, I could see her patience was running thin. "I just-" another exasperated sigh escaped my lips, "Nightwing."

Harley fell back in a loud snicker. "This bullshit again?" My eyes rolled dramatically while another round of laughter filled the room. "Puddin', I told ya it doesn't matter who he is, what he does, or who you are. If you want him, get him."

"Harley, that's taboo, ain't it?"

"Who cares? You're from Blüdhaven, and you're talking bout taboo." Her voice was sweet like candy, and her tone was convincing. I thought about it for a second and nodded, just hoping to end the conversation. Explaining any more of my feelings for him might start up my delusion again.

After trying on my repaired suit, Harley departed for her and Ivy's apartment for the night. I'm left drowning in my indescribable thirst for a man I can't have. So muscular... so badass... so fucking sexy- let's take a walk. My coat hanging on the diamond carrier I acquired from my first heist speaks to me in ways I wish that man would.

The alleys of Blüdhaven used to remind me heavily of my past, but since I've met Harley, I've gotten more comfortable being out and about. Every day, I spot members of the trafficking ring I was formerly a part of, so lucky for me, every day I have a new dummy for target practice. "Yo, baby girl.." Speak of the devil, and he what?

Without even having to turn around, I can tell the deceit-laced voice was someone I knew well. But when I did, a promise of violence hidden in steel was already pointed in my direction. "Oh, you want to shoot me, yeah?!" I lifted my curls to give him a better shot while keeping my hysterical tone and wide smile, "Well, if you do it, make sure it's right here, baby!" His hands slightly trembled, showing he wasn't ready to finish what he was 'sent to do', and that's when I knew this was an ambush. "They sent a pussy after me?" My voice projected louder as I closed the distance between us.

Even after noticing his bluff, the metallic silhouette never wavered. A harsh roar cut the tension apart, and my body violently met the ground. My eyebrows furrowed in pain, and I screamed bloody murder while holding my shoulder. "Oh my god, boss is gonna kill me." The panic in his voice soothed my ears as I watched him come closer to see how much blood I was losing. My body went limp, and my eyes fluttered shut. Just up until he was close enough...

Panic flooded his eyes as he stumbled back, and my grin widened. I gave fake sympathy as I watched him hold his neck, pouring uncontrollably. Blade still in hand, ready for the next goon to come out of the shadows. I gazed at the hole in the trash can not far from me and back to him in laughter. "What's the matter, baby boy? Need a band-aid?"