Title: In Which Harley and Ivy Watch Horror Movies

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13 because Ivy swears like a sailor sometimes

Pairing: Harley/Ivy, can be read as friendship or romance

Summary: Harley and Ivy have a horror movie marathon, and Harley learns a few things about the other woman.

Warnings: Slight descriptions of zombies (like, very slight), fluff (but does that really need a warning?)

Notes: This is really random and out of nowhere. And I wrote it kind of vaguely, so you can interpret it as close friendship or romance. Whatever floats your boat.

We all know that sometimes Ivy would be a huge softie.

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"Oh shit!"

Ivy's arms and legs flew out in a mad, chaotic flurry. She flailed wildly at the air for a moment before finally latching on to Harley, her arms wrapping around her like some sort of frightened octopus, "That fucker just jumped out of nowhere!"

Harley tried to suppress a chuckle, but it still vibrated in her chest. Ivy felt it and pulled away, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. She settled for awkwardly pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, trying and failing to defend herself, "It's really just a reflex. I wasn't scared."

When Harley had suggested a horror movie marathon, she had been expecting a few hours of laughing at fake blood and how stupid horror movie victims tended to be. Instead, she had discovered that Poison Ivy, Gotham's resident controller of plants and convicted murderess, tended to scream like a teenage girl every time something even somewhat startling happen. She was such a softie.

"Sure thing, Red," Harley suppressed a smirk at the way Ivy nearly jumped out of her skin when some sort of diseased cadaver launched itself at a shrieking blonde with comically large breasts. It devoured her in moments, especially since its rattling moans brought more of the zombies to feast on her flesh. Ivy's eyes seemed about ready to pop out of her head.

She bit her lips and looked at a point past Harley's right shoulder. Her voice was defeated as she let out a half-assed admittance, "Okay, so maybe I am a little afraid." Harley allowed herself a short laugh, then felt sort of mean when once again, Ivy's cheeks grew colorful.

The jester reached out an arm, wrapping it around the older woman's shoulders. She pulled Ivy close to her, their bodies fitting snugly together, "Don't worry, Ivy, I'll protect ya from any zombies or ghosts or anything that are stupid enough to mess with us."

After a few seconds, Ivy settled into the embrace, her head resting on Harley's shoulder. The blonde felt her smile into her skin for a moment before she turned back to the flickering television screen.

Sure, by the end of the night, Harley knew Ivy would jump and accidentally head butt her in the chin a few times. And she knew she would be at least somewhat deaf from the screaming.

But something told her that it would be totally worth it.

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