Harley Quinn (i_lovemrj) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-06-24 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | fight club, harleen quinzel, jennifer government |
Stakeout - Fight Club Challenge (tag: Jennifer)
Patience was a virtue. Unfortunately, it was not one of Harley’s. It never really had been, actually. When she wanted something, she found a way to make it happen, even before she’d met her Puddin’. Now when she wanted something, she generally just took it. A reflection that did nothing to lighten her gloomy mood as she sat parked atop an office building, watching the two most likely exits to said structure.
This had seemed like fun when she thought of it three hours ago. The fuzz did it all the time. The vinyl vigilante practically lived to do this sort of thing. Which only reinforced Harley’s professional opinion that Bats was cracked in the head. Normal people did not put on tights and masks and skulk around rooftops, it wasn’t a healthy expression of emotion.
What it was, currently, was a dead bore.
She’d figured since her honey was off doing something, which may or may not include her babies, she’d just have to amuse herself. Never a problem for Harley, she could always find something to do. But since the Joker was apparently tied up with his own things, it left her free to do things she normally wouldn’t if she knew he was around and looking over her shoulder. Namely, she was going to go ogle another guy.
Jack Napier was the one for Harley, cream of the crop, top of the pops, A #1 in her book. But while he might be the one, he wasn’t exactly the only one. Oh, she wasn’t going to go do something like show her whoopee cushions to somebody else, or bounce around an inflatable castle with some good looking fella. The Joker was the only one that got to rev his Harley’s engines, vroom vroom vroom! But she could still look. In her mind, it was a bit like appreciating a nice piece of art. Just because she thought it was pretty didn’t mean she was gonna steal it.
Okay, it probably did, but not always.
Anyway, she was taken, not dead, and she still had eyes. So she looked. From time to time. Maybe she occasionally stole a kiss, but that. Was. It. Except for when she could find a guy that she could fight with, because then she had an excuse to wrestle. Body to body, touching and grappling. Squirming. She couldn’t be blamed for getting a little hot and bothered now and then, could she? Of course not! Though she’d never admit it, she did sort of wonder just how much of that hard body was Batman and how much was the suit. Something that only started pestering at the back of her mind after she’d kissed him. Twice.
She’d never kissed this guy though. Not once. It probably woulda made his head spin if she had, but they’d sorta been interrupted mid-fight. Harley had liked the wild child and her big puppy enough that when they asked her to stop embarrassing the cop, she’d let him think he won the fight. But it was far from over in her mind. And she’d been looking for a way to finish the fight with Charlie ever since. Her Puddin’ showing up had pushed it to the back burner, but since he was busy tonight…
Cops did stakeouts all the time. If this was how they usually went, no wonder they didn’t have a sense of humor. This was boring, boring, boring. Charlie the Cop had gone into that building a good hour ago, and if he didn’t come out soon, Harley was going to find a way to make him come out. Something that would be guaranteed to get him to exit, something big, something spectacular.
Explosives came to mind.