Hi, this is my first fanfiction so it probably is terrible. Just a warning... Well, hope you enjoy!
-Cott
Disclaimer: I only own this concept. This is fanfiction you guys, I don't own it.
Ivy's pov. Lying on the couch in the living room, contemplating her life.
All Ivy wanted was a normal life. Was that too much to ask? She was somewhat happy with her life, living in a tiny Gotham apartment with her two —ahem—'friends', Selina Kyle and Harleen Quinzel. Living off of chinese food and the little money she could make as a collage student—which, obviously, was not much, considering the state they were currently in.
All three of them had a somewhat rough life. If it wasn't an awful childhood, it was a Romeo and Juliet thing—just with one being a notorious super-villain, and the other a psychologist— and if I wasn't either of those, it was pure bad luck. Ivy had the bad luck. And today wasn't gonna get any better.
"Ivvvvyyyy! Hey Ivy, look at these little devils I brought back!"
At the word 'devils' Ivy was jerked back into reality.
"Harley? It's one thirty! What are you doing up so late?"
The pale-skinned girl shook her head.
"You are one goddamned hypocrite. What are you doing up so late?"
Ivy raised an eyebrow.
"I was sleeping until you came in." She said dryly.
"I don't think so, plant-girl. You aren't even in your jammmies!"
"How mature."
Harley grinned and shook her head.
"That's not the point," she said "look at them!"
She heaved a squirming, shouting, noisy burlap bag at Ivy. The contents spilled out.
"What. The. Hell."
Selina's pov. In her room
Life was going on as normal—well, as normal as it could be when you're a fugitive, living with two other fugitives. For goodness's sake! Sometimes she wished she lived in normal circumstances. But, it's too late for that, and ya'know, it wasn't too bad when she met, 'Batman'. She scoffed. He used to be such a nice boy, too. Ahh, those good old days.
Then she heard a loud 'What. The. Hell.' coming from the living room, and three little boy's voices yelling(which sounded like a kid's version of a war cry), and a lot of shouting.
Well this isn't going to turn out well.
So I hope you guys enjoyed it! And if you're wondering, yes, I'm using the Selina Kyle from the show Gotham. Don't worry, chapter will get longer— this is just the intro. Don't forget to R&R! (Criticism is okay, too!)
-Cott