Do you know what tattoos you want to get?
Who: Harley and Helena What: Being sickenly cute When: Recent Where: Their place Status: Complete Rating: PG-13 for veiled discussion of murder
The worst part of dream repeats, besides the psychological toll it took on Harley, were the bruises. She covered them up (mostly so Helena didn’t take the blame), but they were still there and she knew it, even though she tried to ignore it.
And she’d finally done something about it. Or as much as she could do. She still kept tabs on Blake’s ex, but until she was certain that killing him wouldn’t set Blake back that was all she could do. Well that, and keep him away from Orange County. If he showed up, she’d kill him before he had a chance to find her.
But, she’d done something about her old problem. A little accident befalling her own ex, her waking world version of Mr. J. It didn’t make everything better but she had one less worry about her kid, or Christine. Who was also her kid but hey.
And if she’d hummed ‘do you want to kill a bastard’ to the tune of ‘do you want to build a snowman’ while she’d done it, then … okay she’d admit to it.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Helena hadn’t had any of her dreams repeat, which was a good thing. She didn’t need to see 90% of those dreams again. Besides, it could set her off the deep end again, and she was trying to maintain some balance between her dark side and her light side. Christina and Harley were the reasons she held onto the light side, but if anything ever happened to either of them? Helena would definitely lose it and give into her baser nature.
And Helena was a killer at heart. Even while she had an idealistic view of the future at times, her dreams had broken and scarred and twisted her. Jack the Ripper had nothing compared to her, and that was something she’d take to her grave.
She was sitting on the couch reading a book when she heard Harley. “I’m in here, love!” She called as she grabbed her bookmark and marked her place. She was currently mired within the third book of A Song of Ice and Fire series. They were books that she would not let Christina read for at least another year or two. She had just turned twelve years old, but Helena wasn’t comfortable with her reading some of the incest and so forth in these books at this point in time.
Harley grinned as she came in, a spec of blood on her chin and her hair a bit askew, “How’s the readin’ coming along? Those things are almost as hard as tryin’ to read Tolkien.”
She wiped at her chin and clucked her tongue at the blood on her thumb.
“It’s going well. Keeping track of the characters can be a bit difficult at times. Though I can see why no one should get attached to any of these characters with how often he kills them off.” Helena had to say that it gave her ideas, though she was not a fantasy writer. She was firmly a science fiction writer. But she could apply some themes to her own writing, of course. She set the book down and looked up at Harley, seeing that speck of blood on her chin and how her hair was askew. Deduction told her that her wife had been up to something.
“It looks as though you had a good time.” Though not in the sexual way. Blood was never involved in that kind of fun. Harley had clearly had fun in a very different sense of the word.
“Oh, I had a blast,” Harley promised. She didn’t go into too many detailed, and wasn’t going to, though she did add, “Lucy ain’t ever gotta worry about meeting her daddy. I … set him straight.”
Helena wasn’t going to ask for details nor did she want to know. In the event any questions were asked, she could have plausible deniability. Even if she could read between the lines and conclude what Harley had done, but that was besides the point. “I’m glad to hear you set him straight.”
And she was. It was of no loss to society. Harley’s ex got put into the same category as Christina’s killers did in Helena’s mind. No one would really miss low life scum like them.
“I hired a guy for the other problem. Just to keep tabs,” Harley disappeared into the kitchen to wash her face and hands, then she let her hair out of the pony tails as she came out. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
“Uneventful,” Helena responded, shifting on the couch to make room for Harley to sit down with her. “Which was rather nice. Enjoying the peace between bouts of Orange County being Orange County has been nice.”
She plopped onto the couch next to Helena. “So I was thinking, and ya know how I get when I’m thinking, but I was thinking I need some new tattoos.”
She’d had laser surgery to remove the Joker related ones, but she wanted something new. Something that wouldn’t tear her heart out when she saw it.
Oh Helena did know how Harley got when she was thinking. But at the mention of tattoos, she smiled a bit. Helena didn’t have any tattoos herself, but she didn’t mind them. And she did like Harley’s, at least the ones that weren’t Joker related, of course.
“Do you know what tattoos you want to get?” She asked, curious on the matter.
“Vines,” Harley said. “Something wrapping around my wrists or biceps. Red might not be here, but I’d be dead in my dreams without her. It could be a little piece of her.”
Which might be awkward if she ever did show up but since when did Harley ever let that stop her. “Also a bat on my chest because that’s just hilarious.”
Helena smiled. “I think the vines is a good idea. She saved you, so I think that’s a good way to have a part of her here, something to invoke a good memory.” It would be like if Helena got a tattoo relating to Myka. Which she probably wouldn’t because that might be a little weird.
“Let me guess, you want the bat in the event Batman ever shows up here?” Helena quipped, expecting that Harley would tease him with the bat on her chest.
Harley wouldn’t consider it weird. Unless it was Myka’s face, then that would be weird. Faces in general were just weird to Harley.
Though she’d totally put David Hasselhoff on her left breast. Her nipple could be his nose!
“Exactly! Or any of his brats. It would be hysterical.”
Helena would never tattoo anyone’s face to her body. She would prefer more symbolic tattoos. Such as a book for Myka or something like that, only more interesting than just a book. But that was neither here nor there currently. And she had to chuckle at Harley’s response.
“It would be, though I think you’d wear it well. Even better than Batman. For all his muscles, your chest is still much better.” Helena said with a wink.
If they weren’t in the living room she’d have pulled her shirt off so that Helena could get a closer look. So she laughed and leaned in against her. “I’ll keep that in mind. You should see Bat’s muscles. Wow.”
Helena slipped her arm around Harley’s shoulders and smiled. “I have to say, I do love a man with muscles. And a woman with muscles.” Because Harley definitely had some muscles to her as well.
“Mm. It sounds like we might need a little hard and muscly in our lives…I could call someone. Or we could go pick someone up. If you’re interested.” Harley’s eyes flashed, as if she wouldn’t take any opportunity to drag someone into her hedonistic life for a night or two.
She made no secret that she sometimes craved more than Helena, but she always came back to her - and it was always best to share one’s food.
Helena didn’t mind, she wasn’t jealous. After all, she could have her dalliances as well, but she always came back to Harley. It was definitely a good thing that they were both polyamorous, they got along well in that respect, and they were both open about it which made it all work.
“Have you ever known me to say no, love?” Helena responded, a glimmer in her eyes and a smirk on her face. “I am certainly interested.”
Grinning, Harley leaned in and kissed her. “So. Wanna ring up Kirk? Logan? Find someone new?” She was definitely feeling rock. Hard. Men. Right now.
She returned the kiss. “Mm perhaps Logan? He’s got excellent muscles, and he knows how to use his body.” He was also hard in all the right places.
“Great! I’ll send the kiddo to one of her friends, then I’ll call old reliable.” Harley hopped to her feet, fishing around for her phone, “This is gonna be so much fun!”