For Harley and Poison Barb

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[acro_bat_ic]

The vines never took more than a hand gesture to come to Barbara's aid. It was like they wanted to serve her - her and Ivy. Why wouldn't they? The two red heads were their protectors.

Tonight, though, they seemed to almost vibrate with energy. They could sense some threat coming closer. Closer.... Closer.

There.

She slung her vines out.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley had been on the run, she always seemed to be on the run didn't she?

It was funny really and she'd have laughed if she didn't want to give away her position. Whoever sent these thugs was NOT a fan of pies in the face.

She slung herself over a wall into Gotham's largest park. It had always been a safe hideout to her before. Why wouldn't it work this time?

[acro_bat_ic]

Because this time it was Barbara's hideout. And as Barbara's hideout, it was not intruder friendly.

Harley was used to dodging, right? Then she might as well get used to having vines thrown at her ankles.

[revvinguptheharley]

"YIKES!" She yelped as the vines slapped her feet out from under her and she took a tumble. She crashed and bounced to the ground rolling gracefully. With a flip she landed back on her feet and called "What's the big idea!?"

[acro_bat_ic]

The big idea was grabbing quickly for her hands and knees, seemingly intent upon drawing the woman's arms and legs assunder. what beter position to put the other woman in than that, when it came down to it - vulnerable.

Barbara liked them that way. Victims, in body and spirit. It wasn't enough to feed them to plants, or punish them with pheromones. She had to work them over first.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley was fast, but not fast enough. She yelled and roared and struggled as the vines spread her wide. "R-RED!? What are you doing? It's ME!"

[acro_bat_ic]

"Red?" the voice whispering out wasn't Ivy's - though it had a similar undertone. Only Ivy ever called her Red. Only she was allowed to return the favor. She didn't know who this woman was using that term.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Come on Ivy jokes over!" Harley begged tugging on her wrists. "Is this about the lawn gnome? I thought it was cute! She had a little flower pot and red hair!" Harley hung limp surrendering to who she thought was a friend.

[acro_bat_ic]

Red hair. Green skin. Not Ivy stepping out of the trees, though - not Ivy who the plants were getting out of their way for.

"How do you know Red?" she asked.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's eyebrow rose in suspicion and curiosity at this new girl who looked like Ivy and yet wasn't. Why was she so familiar?

"Whattya mean? Don't you know who I am?" She called down indignantly. "I'm Harley Quinn! Poison Ivy's best friend? Come on she's gotta be around here." She cocked her head back shouting "IVY! RED! Call off your love child or...whatever she is!"

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara lifted a hand, a vine sliding its way up and about the thighs, then lashing out - in between the legs. No intention on penetration. It was simply the most sensitive place to press.

"Ivy doesn't need any other friends," she declared, stepping closer.

[revvinguptheharley]

That made Harley's protests die in her throat and instead she coughed and then called out "OWIE! Ow ow ow! What's the big idea flowerchild? No need to get nasty! I've helped Ivy out a ton!" The stinging was still burning at her, but Harley Quinn was hardly a stranger pain.

[acro_bat_ic]

More vines, sliding up to slap the breasts. Just more pain. "You should get lost."

[revvinguptheharley]

A yelp for each breast and her face gets red, jaw set in frustration.

"Or what you overgrown weed? You'll keep groping me? Big deal! Just because I have a chest and you're still...budding..." she snickered at her own joke.

[acro_bat_ic]

Another twist of her hand, and the vines began to pull. It seemed like they were going to pull her apart.

"Hey Red!" She called back. "I think I found us some new plant food."

[revvinguptheharley]

"A-ahhhhh easy easy!" Harley thanked god for her durability and flexibility...one of which ironically had been a gift from Ivy herself.

"RED! RED STOP THIS CRAZY THING!" She begged Ivy who was still not in sight. her wrists and feet were going numb from the tightness.

[acro_bat_ic]

There was no response. "Ivy doesn't talk to nobodies," Barbara said, continuing to spread the vines a moment longer - and then slackening them. "Unless you have some other use to us?'

[revvinguptheharley]

Hanging slack when the vines relaxed Harley fixed the girl with a confused stare. It was starting to worry her that Ivy wasn't talking to her. She hadn't acted like this...well this girl wasn't a purple plant person. But the last time it had happened only Ivy had been able to save herself.

"Yeah sure!" Harley spat out remembering the last few words. "I'm plenty useful. I tell jokes, do tricks, steal stuff. I'm a regular triple threat!"

[acro_bat_ic]

"Not the entertainment I wanted," she said, yawning faintly as she strode forward. She aws going to sit upon her new blond hammock.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley grunted at being sat on but didn't protest.

"I can sing, I can dance." She insisted though even she was starting to become aware of just what sort of "entertainment" this Mini Red was thinking of.

[acro_bat_ic]

"You can stay like this for the next twenty years," she suggested. "My rose plants could use a nice pot."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley pulled a face at that suggestion "I'm not much for sitting still. Come onnnn there's gotta be some problems you need dealing with. I'm an expert henchperson..."