Re: Forum Shops
As the time passed, Harley's anger grew. She hated the people below who stopped to point and take pictures of her. There wasn't anything wrong with her, thank you very much, and anyone who said otherwise deserved a punch in the face. Usually, she was fairly even keel, but tonight was proving to be too much for the petite blonde. The anger seeped in around the edges and it was taking a lot of self control to just let it all flow past her. She felt like a child, getting told where to go and what to do. Even when they'd taken over the casino, she'd stuck to the background and fetched what she was told to fetch. She hadn't even gotten a Thank you from Ivy for trying to do something nice. All she'd been told was to move in to Ivy's Greenhouse like a kept pet.
It tasted metallic and tangy on her tongue but she found she sort of liked it. The anger wrapped around her like a warm blanket, but it didn't give her a purpose. She didn't have a purpose, except to be a lackey. Someone's bitch, just like Ivy said when they'd first met. She didn't have a place in Gotham. She had even less of a place here in this ridiculous place. Ivy and Catwoman had plans, as petulant as that made her seem. It wasn't fair and she hated it. But she couldn't hate the two women, could she? She was smart enough to realize that she needed allies if Bats were running around Gotham. She was torn from her thoughts when she heard the sound of a grappling hook and it took less than a moment for her eyes to find the figure in black landing on the staircase. Her name reached her ears a moment later and she frowned.
"Whaddaya want Batsy?" she called, uncaring if she drew attention to them. Let them have their show. What did she care? She wondered if he'd tell her she was wrong too and that slight fear showed in her eyes but she let her blonde hair fall in front of her face to hide some of her features.