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Gilda Dent (needaholiday) wrote in knightsfall,
@ 2011-07-27 15:28:00

Need a Holiday
Who: Gilda, Harvey and OPEN
Where: The Narrows, aka Arkham City
When: Two days after the Arkham breakout
What: Gilda is asked by the GPD to negotiate

Gilda was jumpy, anxious; Jim could see it. And it made him feel guiltier that he was asking this of her. "You don't have to," he told her for the hundredth time. "Gilda, we can find another way." She gave him one of her timid, brave smiles and his heart broke all over again.

"I'm okay," she assured him, clutching her purse in both hands. The Narrows were crawling with more danger than before; hell, she could get mugged and killed before she ever saw any signs of the Arkham escapees. But it was the only chance they had. She started forward, aware of the cop cars at her back, watching her, aware of the click of her heels echoing in near silence, as she at first hesitantly made her way across the bridge. Traffic had been stopped. It was like walking in an empty city. It seemed to take her forever to reach the other side; she looked back once, smiled at the small figure of Jim Gordon on the other side and moved forward into the dark, decaying streets.

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_of_two_minds_
2011-07-28 02:25 pm UTC (link)

"Well, I didn't even think of what it would be like without my puddin' until he was... ka-put," Harley said. "He always told me what to do and how to do it. I didn't have to think about nothin', especially not what I'd do without him."

She wasn't sure she was explaining herself very clearly, that her world had been Joker and that Ivy had probably saved her from a truly irreversible madness by reaching out a hand to her.

"I'm a happier Harley now," she said. "That's for sure."

"Long, long time," Harvey agreed, pushing her skirt up further. "You're just what we'd hoped. You don't look at us the way the others do. You us completely."

He reached between them and undid his belt and zipper, then rooted around under her skirt until he'd ripped her pantyhose and shoved her underwear to the side. She was wet and ready; he could feel that much. There was no need to delay, and he entered her swiftly, a little rough. He was tempted to ask questions of the coin, but for once, both halves of him were in utter agreement. Both were in need, so there was no point in deliberating.

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needaholiday
2011-07-28 06:07 pm UTC (link)

"Good," purred Ivy, giving Harley a little squeeze. "You drive me crazy sometimes, but I do like my happy Harley." She gasped suddenly, and bounced a little. "Speaking of your Mr. J," she said, biting her lip, that slightly unhinged tone coming into her voice, "I think I just had a genius idea, Harls! We have a hostage now... of sorts," she conceded. "You know how the clown liked to get a bit... camera happy? I say we take a nice little video of our Mrs. Dent. She can be acting or, you know, if Two-Face isn't around, we could use actual torture! That'd be fun! But we could throw them off again, you know? Get them all unsure. Especially the Bat." She gritted her teeth.

"He wouldn't let me in my garden," she started to rant, "the Batman told them not to let me in my garden, just because I tried out a tiny bit of my nightshade on that pervert guard. I'll give him one of my special kisses one day, oh yes I will." She blinked, coming back to herself.

Gilda grunted, not an ugly sound, not guttural but more needful and a bit surprised and delighted by his urgency and his roughness. "You'll always be my men," she gasped, arching her hips and moving over him, fast, hard. "My beautiful, beautiful men," she moaned between kisses.

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harlequin_
2011-07-28 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Harley stood with her head tilted, nodding and grinning, then began to get a little alarmed at this new rant. Not because it was violent, but because Ivy was only half with her. She was half out of her mind somewhere, talking mostly to herself.

"I think you got real good ideas, Ivy," Harley said with a grin. "Real good ones. I bet Mr. D would think they were just great. But... he'd rip our lungs out if we hurt Mrs. D, I think. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how it would go."

Harvey was rougher than he meant to be, but that was always how it went for him in all things. He meant to unbutton her blouse, but instead he ripped it open and tore at her bra until her breasts were exposed to his touch. He meant to only buck a little, but he was throwing his pelvis up hard enough to jolt her. But hell if she wasn't enjoying it. He grabbed her hair and kissed her hard on the mouth, bending her to him as he pushed inside her.

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needaholiday
2011-07-28 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Ivy tutted, holding back a sharp comment about what Harvey could do with his disapproval. He'd gotten them out, and she was grateful for that, as much as she ever could be, but now that he thought he was gonna call all the shots... Well, Ivy'd just have to see to that sooner or later. "We're gonna have some real good fun here, you believe that, Harley?" she said smoothly. "We'll talk to Dent when he's... finished with business. Which shouldn't take too long."

Gilda, submissive as ever, eager to please, going out of her mind with pleasure, feeling him inside of her again, his hands on her, his mouth. Her small hands were desperate to touch him, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, slipping inside. And she was ready to finish too soon, whimpering his name, her endearments for him, for them both.

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harlequin_
2011-07-28 06:59 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I know it, Red," Harley grinned. "Great fun. Big fun. The kind of fun where you hit with a hammer over and over until all the good stuff comes out. Sticky confetti like a parade!" She giggled and just brought herself under control. "Much more fun that we coulda had in that stuffy old place back there. Two-Face'll see. We'll show him, right?"

He felt her clamping around him like a hot, wet vice, and he was up like a shot. He shoved her back on the desk, took her thin wrists in his hands and pinned them there. He pounded into her relentlessly until he felt himself so near he roared and ended. He sank atop her, the ruined half of his face against her bare breasts, resting there and satiated.

"Our Holiday's home," he growled with spent pleasure, a grin just touching his lips and tipping them up on one side.

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makeyouitch
2011-07-28 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Yeah," Ivy responded dryly, "just don't go around thinking too much about getting hit again and again with a big hammer until sticky stuff shoots out of it." She chuckled darkly. "'Cause I'm afraid that's the one thing I can't do for you that Mr. J could. And, yeah, we'll show him, all right. Me and my Harley-rose. I have me some good ideas for jack-o'-lanterns, too. the face is most important. Mr. J taught you how to carve, didn't he?"

Panting, sweating, Gilda lay back against the hard surface of the desk, keeping herself curled around him, cradling his head between her modest breasts, running her fingers through his hair. "Holiday's happy to be home, babies." She lifted a leg, running it smoothly along him. "And she'll do anything for you."

***

The expert pressed his ear into the headphone once more and gave Jim a terse shake of his head. Nothing. Good God, Gordon though, he'd just sent an innocent woman off to her death.

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