"Harleen!" A vague, familiar voice echoed through the tiny apartment. Though the loud shower was running, Ivy's voice was still loud. Harley turned the shower off, grabbing a towel from the rack and sliding it between her arms to cover herself, though the towel itself reached a little long enough to maintain modesty. Harley looked in the mirror, oh how dull she looked without her makeup or mask. And her hair needed cutting but, without the Joker to give her motivation, she was at a loss for what to do. She swept it behind her back and it reached below her towel. "Oh, Harleen Francis Quinzel!"
Ivy opened the door, her long, vibrant red hair was the first thing Harley noted, then the bright green brocade corset and satin skirt. The ivy in her hair was perfectly placed, as usual. "Ivy," Harley said quietly, smiling. She tucked the towel in on the side and opened her arms. "Come here!" She was dripping with the water, and Ivy cowered back. "Come give your good friend a hug!" She laughed, menacingly, before closing in on her accomplice pin-up, wrapping her arms around her and pushing herself up against her. After letting go, they forayed into the small bedroom with only a tiny futon on the floor and a large full length mirror beside the wardrobe a large window that granted a stunning view over Gotham. "Haven't seen Bats in a while," she cooed, dropping the towel from her chest, revealing her large breasts before drying herself slowly.
"No," Ivy smiled. "I haven't seen Mister Jay, either." She watched Harley enviously. Ivy, though remorseful, had allowed Harley to take over the crime ropes, which granted Harleen instant access to the heart of Mister Jay; or Joker.
Harley began to wring her long blonde hair, but gave up within moments, opening the doors to her wardrobe and taking out her usual clothes: a black and red playing-card-esque corset to begin with, a pair of black and red PVC shorts and stockings to match. "Hey, Ivy, come tighten my corset."
"Of course!" She came over, taking the corset from Harley, tightening it around her large bust, pushing her chest together and upwards, clipping it together at the front. Then she went to the back, and laced it as tight as she could to allow minimal pain when breathing. "How's that?"
Harley gleemed with joy. "Perfect!" She turned, kicking her body back against the wall, pulling her shorts from the floor, and finding her black garter with mixed-colour stockings. After pulling the garter on, she asked again for assistance with clipping the stockings. The process continued for ten minutes whilst the stockings were put on, and the shorts. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Oh please say it's Mister Jay!" Harley exclaimed, bouncing to the door and opening it instantly. "Oh Mister Jay, Mister Jay!" She wrapped her arms around his wet purple coat. "Oh Mister Jay it's been raining and you're all wet," she said as she dropped back to the floor. His permenant smile widened as he grinned to her.
"Yes, well I see it has been, my Harley," he said in the typical tone. "Haven't seen Bats, I suppose he's busy tonight, and-" he cut off. "Isn't if my favorite little plant woman?" He snarled playfully, walking over and stroking a finger over Ivy's face. Harley stood in the background, hands held and grinning manically.
"Why Joker, pleasure seeing you again," she purred under his touch, smiling, batting eyes. "Haven't seen you in months." The Joker smiled, tracing a small line from her cheek to her collar, between her heavily-pushed up breasts.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Ivy," he remarked, ripping off his tie and throwing it to the floor. Turning to look at Ivy, he beckoned for her to go over to Ivy and himself, and she did as he asked. "Your hair looks wet, did I interrupt something?"
"N-no, Jay, I just got out the shower," she giggled.
"And you got dressed already?" He laughed, dropping his purple coat over his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. "No need to, really, Harley." After dropping his coat, he took a strand of Harley's hair, bringing it to his face. "It's, so remarkably soft," he laughed again.
"Thank you!" She wrapped an arm around his back, and placed a hand on his chest. "You should probably take this shirt off, it's soaked right through!"