Chapter 1
"Oh Mrs. Isley!" It was a cute attempt to be sexy by Harleen as she leaned her back against a table and arched herself a little bit to show off her body in a new lacy red outfit. P
Pamela was sitting in her small cement floored work room in their little house looking at some plant toxins under a microscope. Pamela couldn't remember how it started, it used to be her own house, but eventually Harleen became a permanent resident and her lover. Harleen was in the more well lit dining room, thanks to a beautiful chandelier, with an expensive looking table and beautiful blue carpeting.
Pamela turned and arched an eyebrow at Harleen as if she was originally confused or annoyed but then grinned. Standing up from her desk she moved over to Harleen and placed her hands gently on her hips. "Hi Harley." She said staring directly into Harleen's eyes, then down her chest.
Harleen, like always, just blushed and giggled and brought a finger up to her lips biting it. "Hi Red..."
"Oh shit!" Pamela saw the clock behind Harleen and suddenly jumped from Harleen. "I gotta go! I..." Harleen stared at the ground, disappointed and running her toe along the carpet of their dining room. "No Harley... I'll be right back." And leaning in Pamela gave Harleen a long, but to short for Harleen, kiss and then was out the door.
"That's what you always say..." Harleen sighed and walked into the kitchen.
Later that night Pamela came back with some Boston Market to find the house a mess. She froze, "Someone broke in? Really? To our house?" and thought maybe it was just Harleen playing one of her silly games so she stepped through the house, random things broken like vases and such. "Harley...? Harley girl...? Did someone break in? I sure hope I don't get surprised in the bedroom..." She set the food down on the dinning-room table, leaving all the lights off since she didn't want to ruin Harleen's game, and made her way into the bedroom. No sign of her, she waited a bit, fidgeting with the bed figuring Harleen would jump out but after ten minutes nothing. She walked back into the dinning room, then the work room, than the living room and the kitchen and still nothing. She was done playing this game with Harleen, she was tired and ready for bed. "Alright Harley I'm done playing this game where are you?" Turning on the dinning room lights and lifting up her food she noticed she had placed the food right on a large note. It wasn't written, it was letters cut from magazines. I have Harley, and I'm going to turn her in. If you want to see her your best chance is to turn yourself in too. Pamela took a deep breath through her nose. She felt anger rising up in her, someone took Harley, someone... Batman.
So, I have not followed Batman throughout the years I just saw some cute comics about Harley and Poison Ivy so I did some research, hopefully I did it justice.
