Gauntlet (Poison Ivy, open to Catwoman)
Harley was no wuss. Even before Pammy had given her that funky cocktail that made her better, stronger, faster, she hadn’t been a wuss. But by the time that she was just a couple blocks from the botanical gardens, she was flat out exhausted.
She was also seriously grossed out. Covered nearly head to toe in blood, guts, organs and other things she didn’t wanna explore too closely, Harley was a mess and she knew it. Problem was, when you fought a bunch of zombies, there just wasn’t any way to bash several heads in without getting… sticky. She so needed a shower.
Lifting one hand to flick an eyeball off her shoulder, her lip curled in disgust. But there was a bit of practical positivity in being covered in dead body bits. It seemed to be throwing the other zombies off her scent, so to speak. Maybe that was just fanciful thinking, since Harley had no idea how the things hunted. Could be they zoned in on body heat, or heart beat or something, since they only went after the living and not each other.
But it did seem she’d run into fewer of them since she started getting smeared in zombie goo. Whatever. She’d take whatever breaks she could get. At least she was nearly to her goal. Though if Red wasn’t there, Harley wasn’t sure what her next plan of attack was gonna be. Up til now, she’d just had that one thing in mind. Getting back to the botanical gardens, get Pammy, get somewhere safe.
That last bit had taken a few hard hits on the way here though. There didn’t seem to be anyplace safe in the City right now. The gardens, with Poison Ivy, was probably as safe as anywhere else and she only had a couple more blocks to go. She tightened her grip on the length of metal pipe she’d found. It was a little slick with body fluids now, and she sure as hell didn’t wanna lose it. With a deep breath, Harley stepped out and prepared to fight, bash, and run her way to her destination. She was gonna make it, dammit.