Chapter 7: Jasmine and Spice
Her skin was turning pink beneath the hot spray of water. Oh, she had had hot showers, but she could spend as long in here as she wanted, no rush, no fear. It felt great. She ran her fingers through her lathered hair and sighed.
It was day three of her stay at Wayne Manor. Bruce's concern had been endearing so far, if not a little irritating. He refused to allow her to leave until her wounds had healed properly. She had grumbled, a little angry that she had had to stay bedridden for a few days. This shower was doing good to ease some of her cabin fever. She giggled at the events that had occurred thus far as she felt the suds leave her hair and she squirted conditioner into her palms before applying that as well to her locks.
She would creep out of her room only to minutes later be escorted right back by Bruce, with a hand on the small of her back or by Alfred who would only smile exasperatedly.
"Don't want to worry Master Bruce too much, huh, Ms. Quinzel?" He had said once.
She was getting rather tired of being confined, though, despite the fact that she knew it was for her own good health. She turned off the water and opened the glass door. She grabbed the pumpkin towel that hung off the closest rod and wrapped it around her, tucking it securely in place as she stepped from the bathroom and into "her" room. She smiled at the clothes laid out neatly atop the bed.
Alfred was such a sweetie.
A simple blue sweater and jeans. She twisted to make sure the door was closed before allowing the towel to drop so she could put on her undergarments. She had just finished pushing the final strap of her bra up—her underwear was already in place—when the door opened unexpectedly. She whipped around, cheeks red in both embarrassment and anger, but as soon as she saw the look on the person's face she had to hold back a laugh.
Bruce stood in the doorway, cheeks bleeding the faintest of pinks and eyes wide. He quickly adverted his stare and cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, I was just going to come and see how your wounds are healing."
Harley smirked, "Well, you can look, puddin'. I'm about as dressed as most girls in bikinis are."
He walked over to her, cheeks still flushed and examined the wound, which was still scabbed over. "I think you'll be alright without bandages now. Does it still hurt?"
"Nah, it's just a little itchy, hey you think I could walk around a bit? Being stuck in here really makes me restless." He was still close to her. He could smell the jasmine shampoo she had used. He nodded, "I'll escort you after you get dressed."
"'Kay," she turned away and began unabashedly pulling on her clothes. She turned a cheeky stare to Bruce as she pulled the sweater over her head, "See something you like, Batsy?"
He snorted and shook his head in amusement. He was afraid if he replied verbally his voice would have given him away.
Prompt # 50, Pumpkin.
Sorry for only one update today; college caught me quite off guard and stuff other distractions decided to show themselves. Hopefully there will be more than one tomorrow, but I believe for me, even one a day is something (I at least promised one chapter a day. ^^). Thanks for all the reviews and for reading!