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Harley Quinn (extraharley) wrote in valloic,
@ 2024-09-23 19:00:00

Entry tags:

!: action/thread/log, dc: harley quinn, dc: pamela isley

Harley & Ivy

WHAT: Harley discusses her potential future as a wrestler
WHERE: An arena in Vallo
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete

I mean, I don't know if you know this, Ives, but most of this is fake.

It was official: Harley Quinn was obsessed with wrestling. Ivy wasn’t entirely surprised by this turn of events. She’d seen the way Harley had lit up when she’d revealed her surprise on Monday night after a delicious dinner recommended by Cas. Wrestling wasn’t even in Ivy’s top-ten list of preferred entertainment, but she didn’t mind watching people beat each other up; it wasn’t all that different than your average Tuesday on the streets of Gotham. Well, maybe there was less blood, but that depended on the match. She watched Harley more than the sweaty men screaming and attacking each other. Ivy could see some of the appeal of the borderline acrobatic acts, the rush of adrenaline that likely came with it. The sounds of bones cracking and the sight of heads bouncing off the floor of the ring were offputting as fuck for her but seemed to excite Harley more. This was the woman Ivy loved at her peak: loud, vibrant, and so enticing that Ivy nearly wrapped her up in vines to pull her into her lap on three different occasions, wanting that enthusiasm directed toward her. She wasn’t surprised when Harley pleaded with her to return on Friday night, and here they were, yet again, another Monday, surrounded by noise, sweat, and grime. It was the majority of what she’d talked about for the past week, and as twitchy as Ivy got with that much noise around her, she couldn’t deny Harley anything. She never would. When a break came up between matches for a clean-up crew to step in, Ivy snagged Harley’s hand and tugged gently. “Food? I’m starving.” Harley loved wrestling. It was so violent, but in a way that people loved and in a way that didn't make people into real heroes or villains — just pretend heels and faces. She adored that aspect, playing along with the crowd, booing the heels except the ones who were quickly becoming her favorites, who she cheered on and got in yelling matches with other fans about. It was all part of the atmosphere, and she had instantly zoned in on the plotlines and sagas running. Every time they went she expended more and more energy, and she was starting to pick up on what was happening. They'd just watched a tag team match and it was becoming clear that the one team was about to split apart, and the literal troll on the team was about to turn heel. Harley couldn't wait. But when Ivy asked about food, Harley realized she wasn't just starving but also thirsty and she eagerly jumped back up to her feet and pulled Ivy up. "Yeah, me too, Ives!" she said, leading the way to the concession stands. "Wasn't that great? Ugly Todd is definitely gonna have his heel turn next week. No, maybe not next week. Week after. Definitely. You can tell cause he got so mad at his partner, but it was Ugly Todd who messed up. And the Duke didn't even bat an eye, he was just being nice about it which made Ugly Todd madder. So they'll probably win next week, and things will look okay, and everyone's gonna be like, yeah, so maybe he's not going to go heel, and then the week after they'll definitely lose, and that's when Ugly Todd will lose it on the Duke, and he'll start fighting him after the match, and then the week after it'll be the Duke trying to convince Ugly Todd to come back to the good side but he'll be gone, Ives, too far gone. Oh, what kinda food did you want?" Her last question came as they'd exited the main arena area and were now in the concourse, reminding Harley that they were out there for food. Ivy didn’t have the vaguest fucking clue what Harley was talking about. It was odd that they’d been sitting in the same arena, and while Harley had gleaned out storylines that sounded like they’d come out of a goddamn soap opera, Ivy could just barely keep her focus on the physical act before them. The excitement was the only part that wasn’t lost on her, and she smiled as she listened to Harley predict what was coming, interlocking their fingers and letting her girlfriend act as her guide. “I think they’ve got Beyond Burgers, yeah?” she questioned. She remembered seeing that somewhere out here and noting it; there wasn’t much else vegan available in a place like this, aside from your standard granola bars. And she was too hungry to subsist off something so small until they called it a night. “I’m happy you’re having fun, babe.” "Thanks, Ives," Harley said, tugging Ivy in the direction of Beyond Burgers. She could have done that right from the start, really, because what else was Ivy going to eat? A $25 salad? But she'd been wrapped up in the drama. "Hey Pammy," she said, while waiting in the comparably short line and laughing at the couple who didn't realize that these burgers weren't real meat and left disappointed and empty-handed. "What would you think if I maaaaaaybe tried to see how to do something like this?" Ivy lifted an eyebrow and turned to Harley with a straight face. “I would say I’m not at all surprised to hear that,” she replied. “Because I know you, and I can see how invested you are in all of this.” "And I'd be really good! And I could have a kickass catchphrase and then I could go to wrestling ALL the time! And maybe I could be a heel to start or I could have a really good heel turn story, and it would be The. Best. Ever. Of course!!" She was bouncing from foot to foot, barely able to stand still in line. "Oh. I don't want a fake cow burger, so can we go somewhere else after this?" Again, food was an afterthought. “Yes, sweetie,” Ivy sighed fondly. She never minded Harley wanting her own separate meal; she indulged Ivy in her choices so often that it was only fair. The short line cleared up in front of them, and she put in her order and paid, stepping aside while they waited for it to be assembled. “The only thing I would ask,” Ivy said, turning her full attention to Harley and placing her hands on her shoulders, “is that you be careful. I know how tough you are.” She knew that intimately; it was her doing that Harley was like this, her fear-fueled solution that had upped her durability to something not-quite-human but not-quite-super. But she wasn’t invulnerable. She still broke and bruised, and Ivy’s worries still lingered. “And you know I’ll always patch you up, no matter what. Just…don’t let it go too far. For me.” "I mean, I don't know if you know this, Ives, but most of this is fake," she pointed out. The broken arm had been real; the reaction from the wrestlers and the ref had momentarily broken character. And that match ended right after that, probably way earlier than it should have. "I mean, most of it. But of course, I'll be careful! Kind of. Okay, yeah, I won't go too far." Ivy recognized that most of this was scripted—another reason describing it like a soap opera was very apt. But the vicious beatings looked real, felt real, and could inflict real damage. She had seen enough of Harley getting hurt for a lifetime, and the thought of it, even in what was meant to be a controlled atmosphere, stirred that protectiveness inside her. “Okay.” She squeezed Harley’s shoulders and pulled away as one of the booth's staff presented her with a basket of food and a bottled soda. “I want you to do what makes you happy, always. And if you really think this is it—” She shrugged a shoulder, slipping her arm through the crook of Harley’s. “I’ve got your back.” Harley grinned ear to ear at that, and exclaimed, "You're the best, Ives!" Now, she just needed to figure out how to join up and what was involved. She knew it took a lot to make it into the ring. But she also knew she had moves and was athletic and could take a real punch better than any of these wrestlers took a fake punch. But as eager as she was about that, she was also eager to eat and to get back to their seats before the next interesting match started. Which was Gorilla Greg versus the Mosquito. So she dragged Ivy over to a not-as-busy stall selling eighteen different types of hot dogs and ordered four of them, going through her list so she could rank them all properly after she'd tried them all. And then she got an extra large drink to wash it all down cause the one had pimento mac and cheese, bacon, and fruit loops on it, and looked absolutely disgusting to anyone with any sense. Naturally, Harley found it intriguing. Ivy wrinkled her nose at that abomination of a hotdog—more of an abomination than even regular hotdogs were at a base level—but chose not to comment as they returned to their seats in the arena. Her ears rang as she readjusted to the even louder level of noise from the chatter around them and settled into the uncomfortable plastic seat as best as she could manage. She figured she would have to get used to it if Harley really planned to do this. Part of her had wondered if Harley might try to go back to her roots—psychiatry—as Ivy had gone back to hers. But the woman she loved was a chaotic bundle of energy, and even with the minimal attention Ivy had paid to these matches, she could see it being an excellent way for her to blow off steam. (Just not too much to change their sex life much. Hopefully.) “Are the girls fighting tonight?” she asked, looping a curly fry around her index finger and offering it over to Harley. “I’m tired of watching burly men scream at each other.” "Of course!" Harley said. "There's two fights tonight. The first match will be right after Gorilla Greg and the Mosquito, which we didn't miss! I love the Mosquito's theme music, don't you?" It wasn't music at all, really, just an annoying buzzing sound that slowly built as the wrestler made his way to the ring. "And then Angry Barb is going up against Chaos to defend her belt! That's the last match tonight. A real title match!" She was super excited for that, pausing from trying the abomination of a hot dog to share the matchup info with Ivy. “God, please don’t pick a stupid name if you start doing this,” Ivy pleaded playfully, biting into her veggie burger. She chewed quickly before she continued. “I mean, the only one that’s even halfway interesting is Chaos, and that feels so cliche.” Those words were easily the strongest opinions she’d had on these wrestling matchups to date. "Oh don't worry, I already have a name picked out," Harley teased, just as Gorilla Greg's theme song started playing and people started to stand up and cheer, not Harley though. She was a fan of the heel on this one. The Mosquito was far more fun. Ivy nodded along, listening without really watching and electing to ignore what she was sure was another tease about that ridiculous Lady Fingers name. She had decided that was the best tactic on that front after their talk; if Harley didn’t get a rise out of her every time, she’d let it go sooner. She did note that Harley hadn’t gotten up for this Gorilla Greg and knew from her comment about the song (which was a super generous term for a noise that made her want to claw her own ears off) that she would be rooting for whoever the hell the Mosquito was. “Hope your guy wins, babe,” she offered, smiling at Harley lovingly. She didn’t give a shit about a single bit of this, but seeing Harley this happy would always be more than enough for her. Harley would have commented on Ivy ignoring her brilliant wrestling name, but then the buzzing started and she jumped to her feet, some of the fruit loops and mac and cheese and sauerkraut from her dogs spilling over and landing on the shirt of the guy in front of her. He didn't react right away, so Harley hoped he wouldn't notice until he was safely at home. Either way, she was distracted from both things by the buzzing sound getting louder, especially since she and at least a hundred other Mosquito fans joined in. When Ivy said she hoped her guy won, Harley kissed her enthusiastically as she sat back down. "Thanks, Pammy. Me too!" This night was perfect.