WHATEVER TOMORROW BRINGS
MISERY
My first attempt at a Bat Man fanfic failed. I wish I could have saved it. So here is another attempt. Staring Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Bat Girl. Heh, I have a Bat Man coloring book, for the sole purpose of Miss Quinn and Miss Ivy, and I turned Debra into a Goth and I colored flames on the Bat Girl suit on the hanger next to her. HEH HEH. I'm soo bad! -Kaori OH! Girl/girl relationship warning. I believe Red and Quinn belong together so :P I don't care what you say!
Debbie was sick of the way bird boy was treating her. Why did he think he was so much better than her? She remembered opening the fridge and seeing her best black bra hanging on the door. She remembered how tears were streaming down his face as he laughed uncontrollably. You would think he had swallowed a bucket of Joker Toxin. She wanted to slap the laughter right of his face. She would have, if that BRUCE hadn't walked in and started laughing. So many times she risked her life for them, and this is what she gets. All this torture, and she still goes back. Day after day, and she goes back. Debra Gordon fell into a fitful sleep with tears running down her cheeks.
"Harl! Hurry up!" Pamela was sitting in the car, waiting for her friend. Her annoying, crybaby, klutzy friend. Why does she put up with her? Pam started to smile. 'Because she is the most precious thing in my life. Whenever she goes back to -him- I miss her. The place is so quite without the constant trip followed by her crying. And she is such a loyal loving friend.' Pam thought to herself. Harley then came running out the door. She hopped in the car. "Sorry 'bout that Red. I couldn't find a pair of heels to match my first dress. Then I found my favorite black heels, but couldn't find a matching dress! Then I did! But it had a stain! And then I found this!"
Harley managed to say with one breath. Harley was wearing a ruby red dress that graced her ankles. It had a slit going up to a little past her knee and thin straps. It also showed her back. With it she had black high heels with little ruby red stones on the heel. Her hair was in a beautifully done bun. She looked elegant for once. Almost like a princess. Red smiled. "The outfit is well worth the wait." She said. Harleen looked at Pam. "Your ensemble aint bad either. The dark green brings out how light green your eyes are, and the length shows off your legs, but not enough to make you look like a slut. And it gives off your figure, a bit, leaving minds to wonder. Rather classy I would say." Red stared at her friend in disbelief. "When did you become some well rounded fashion critic? And you're rather classy yourself." Red smiled once more and drove off. 'I hope she never goes back to that -man-. I need her so much.' Pam thought to her self. A little while later they reached the restaurant. Harl got out and started walking next to ivy. Men would stop and stare at them as they walked in. "I think they like us." Harl said. Pamela smiled. Then Harley tripped on a rock. She was able to balance herself and didn't fall. "You know Harl, you are the klutziest bottle blond I know." "Yeah, but I'm cute!" Harley replied. They giggled all the way to the podium. "Green, Irene Green." Pam told the guy.
Debra Gordon was sitting with her father at the same restaurant. "Debra, tell me what's wrong. You've been acting strange all week." The commissioner looked at his daughter. "It's nothing. Thanks for dinner." She looked at him and faked a smile. Then the commissioner's beeper went off. "Dad, can you ignore it? This the first conversation we've had." Debra pleaded as her father looked at his beeper. "I wish I could, but it's a nasty homicide. I should go signal that creepy batman."
A chill went down Debbie's spine. 'More like that 'creep' batman.' She thought to herself. Then her dad left. "As usual I'm left by myself, with the check and the food. Great. And I suppose batman is going to want his little batgirl to come running over to help. Well, he's on his own." She said aloud, thinking no one was listening. Well, some one was.
"Well, if it aint bat chick! Heh, I shoulda known it was you!" Harley's voice came from behind Debbie. "Yes, it is funny." Pamela piped in. "Aww, wassamatta batz?" Harley asked, she really WAS concerned. "Non of your business Harley. Well, you guys aren't wanted for anything so, would you sit with me?" She asked." "Can we Red?" Harl asked. Pam didn't say anything but sat next to Debbie. "He's giving you problems, isn't he?" Red asked, putting an arm around her shoulders. A tear went down Debbie's cheek. "Batman, he's so hard." Harley leaned across the table. "I know how it is. You've seen how MY puddin' treats me." "Yeah. He doesn't care about her well being, just as long as he's fine. "That's how the Joker is. But don't bother trying to tell Harl, she's stubborn when it comes to him." Debbie just cried some more. "Batman doesn't care if I get killed, just as long as those 'innocent' people live. At least they lived a full life. I'm still young. I have a life, but he doesn't care." Debbie put her head on Ivy's shoulder. "Men don't care, that's why I gave up on them. Women are more caring and compassionate and loving then men. And they look better naked!" Debra giggled. "You're gay?" She looked up at Ivy. "I like the term lesbian better, but yes."
The night went on and the girls laughed and talked, Harley did most of the eating. Debra had almost forgot she was batgirl and her new friends were notorious villains. They didn't seem like your typical villains, they were so sweet and caring. They were better friends than any one else had ever been. "Hey, I know this great little club up the street, lotsa cute guys!" Harl piped in. Then she looked at Ivy. "Cute girls too!"
Spooky non-human voice comes booming from nowhere. I love sci-fi! "Chapter 1: Complete. Chapter 2 to be completed."
MISERY
My first attempt at a Bat Man fanfic failed. I wish I could have saved it. So here is another attempt. Staring Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Bat Girl. Heh, I have a Bat Man coloring book, for the sole purpose of Miss Quinn and Miss Ivy, and I turned Debra into a Goth and I colored flames on the Bat Girl suit on the hanger next to her. HEH HEH. I'm soo bad! -Kaori OH! Girl/girl relationship warning. I believe Red and Quinn belong together so :P I don't care what you say!
Debbie was sick of the way bird boy was treating her. Why did he think he was so much better than her? She remembered opening the fridge and seeing her best black bra hanging on the door. She remembered how tears were streaming down his face as he laughed uncontrollably. You would think he had swallowed a bucket of Joker Toxin. She wanted to slap the laughter right of his face. She would have, if that BRUCE hadn't walked in and started laughing. So many times she risked her life for them, and this is what she gets. All this torture, and she still goes back. Day after day, and she goes back. Debra Gordon fell into a fitful sleep with tears running down her cheeks.
"Harl! Hurry up!" Pamela was sitting in the car, waiting for her friend. Her annoying, crybaby, klutzy friend. Why does she put up with her? Pam started to smile. 'Because she is the most precious thing in my life. Whenever she goes back to -him- I miss her. The place is so quite without the constant trip followed by her crying. And she is such a loyal loving friend.' Pam thought to herself. Harley then came running out the door. She hopped in the car. "Sorry 'bout that Red. I couldn't find a pair of heels to match my first dress. Then I found my favorite black heels, but couldn't find a matching dress! Then I did! But it had a stain! And then I found this!"
Harley managed to say with one breath. Harley was wearing a ruby red dress that graced her ankles. It had a slit going up to a little past her knee and thin straps. It also showed her back. With it she had black high heels with little ruby red stones on the heel. Her hair was in a beautifully done bun. She looked elegant for once. Almost like a princess. Red smiled. "The outfit is well worth the wait." She said. Harleen looked at Pam. "Your ensemble aint bad either. The dark green brings out how light green your eyes are, and the length shows off your legs, but not enough to make you look like a slut. And it gives off your figure, a bit, leaving minds to wonder. Rather classy I would say." Red stared at her friend in disbelief. "When did you become some well rounded fashion critic? And you're rather classy yourself." Red smiled once more and drove off. 'I hope she never goes back to that -man-. I need her so much.' Pam thought to her self. A little while later they reached the restaurant. Harl got out and started walking next to ivy. Men would stop and stare at them as they walked in. "I think they like us." Harl said. Pamela smiled. Then Harley tripped on a rock. She was able to balance herself and didn't fall. "You know Harl, you are the klutziest bottle blond I know." "Yeah, but I'm cute!" Harley replied. They giggled all the way to the podium. "Green, Irene Green." Pam told the guy.
Debra Gordon was sitting with her father at the same restaurant. "Debra, tell me what's wrong. You've been acting strange all week." The commissioner looked at his daughter. "It's nothing. Thanks for dinner." She looked at him and faked a smile. Then the commissioner's beeper went off. "Dad, can you ignore it? This the first conversation we've had." Debra pleaded as her father looked at his beeper. "I wish I could, but it's a nasty homicide. I should go signal that creepy batman."
A chill went down Debbie's spine. 'More like that 'creep' batman.' She thought to herself. Then her dad left. "As usual I'm left by myself, with the check and the food. Great. And I suppose batman is going to want his little batgirl to come running over to help. Well, he's on his own." She said aloud, thinking no one was listening. Well, some one was.
"Well, if it aint bat chick! Heh, I shoulda known it was you!" Harley's voice came from behind Debbie. "Yes, it is funny." Pamela piped in. "Aww, wassamatta batz?" Harley asked, she really WAS concerned. "Non of your business Harley. Well, you guys aren't wanted for anything so, would you sit with me?" She asked." "Can we Red?" Harl asked. Pam didn't say anything but sat next to Debbie. "He's giving you problems, isn't he?" Red asked, putting an arm around her shoulders. A tear went down Debbie's cheek. "Batman, he's so hard." Harley leaned across the table. "I know how it is. You've seen how MY puddin' treats me." "Yeah. He doesn't care about her well being, just as long as he's fine. "That's how the Joker is. But don't bother trying to tell Harl, she's stubborn when it comes to him." Debbie just cried some more. "Batman doesn't care if I get killed, just as long as those 'innocent' people live. At least they lived a full life. I'm still young. I have a life, but he doesn't care." Debbie put her head on Ivy's shoulder. "Men don't care, that's why I gave up on them. Women are more caring and compassionate and loving then men. And they look better naked!" Debra giggled. "You're gay?" She looked up at Ivy. "I like the term lesbian better, but yes."
The night went on and the girls laughed and talked, Harley did most of the eating. Debra had almost forgot she was batgirl and her new friends were notorious villains. They didn't seem like your typical villains, they were so sweet and caring. They were better friends than any one else had ever been. "Hey, I know this great little club up the street, lotsa cute guys!" Harl piped in. Then she looked at Ivy. "Cute girls too!"
Spooky non-human voice comes booming from nowhere. I love sci-fi! "Chapter 1: Complete. Chapter 2 to be completed."