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HOLY EINSTEIN'S GUACAMOLE! I NEVER THOUGHT THAT THIS STORY WOULD RAKE OVER 2.2 THOUSAND VIEWS ALL WITH ONLY 5 CHAPTERS POSTED! It warms my hearts seeing that over 2.2K of you guys are willing to take your time off to read this little fic I came up with. With that said, I wanna let you guys know that my heart goes to all of you out there who appreciate this story and I'll do my best to not let any of you down as I have massive plans for this fic. Forgive me if I can't update on a regular basis but schoolworks occupy a significant portion of my time and I hope all of you could understand that. Anyways, I've already taken enough of your time, enjoy the chapter! Have a great day! I love you all!
-MasterTheGreat
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A thought:
"Not gonna lie I was hoping to see the interactions between Harley, Ivy, Jason and Richard. Oh well maybe next time. Keep up the awesome work!"
-MonkeyBoy0118
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Interactions between Harley, Ivy, Jason, and Richard you say…
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Chapter 6: The Saturday Morning After
[Saturday, January 20, 2018 | A Year and A Half Since Nightwing's Disappearance]
Richard's head pounded, scratch that, it felt as if his head got smashed on a brick wall over and over again.
'Ugh, how much did I drink last night?', he thought to himself.
Richard was no light drinker, far from it. He was the type of person who can go toe-to-toe with Bruce, Jason, Slade, Wally, and Will yet still live to see another day. For him to be this groggy, he must have had a fuckton of drinks the night before.
Letting his hangover take its course, Richard snuggled in his bed squeezing the pillow, yet for some apparent reason, his pillow felt a little… odd…
'What the…', he asked himself.
Squeezing the pillow again, Richard was taken aback when he heard an illicit moan.
It was at this point that Richard shot up out of bed and was stunned with what he saw…
He wasn't in his own bedroom, far from it. Wherever it was Richard found himself that morning, he was in a bedroom that had a queen-sized bed with the room's walls painted in a calming dirty white. Looking down, he soon found out that he was completely naked with only the comforter and pillows shielding his manliness from the outside world.
As for the moan? Well Richard soon found his answer when a familiar green beauty on his left began to stir awake from her slumber.
"Good lord Boy Blunder, are you always this noisy in the morning?", the green lady questioned as she rubbed her eyes to wash away the drowsy-ness.
"GAHHHHH!", was all that came out Richard's mouth as he fell out of the bed and onto the floor.
The green beauty giggled, "Well, this is a pleasant early-morning surprise."
The woman sat up, took off the sheets, and seductively walked over to where Richard fell off from the bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT IVY?!", Richard exclaimed as the gorgeous naked criminal began to sit on his thighs and straddle him.
"Surprisingly enough Boy Blunder, I have no idea what happened last night either.", Ivy answered with a sadistic smirk, "Though from the looks of it, we had an amazing time."
Richard's eyes wandered to the rest of the room where he saw clothes, weapons, bags of money, his Renegade uniform, and one of Ivy's villain outfits sprawled and scattered across the floor.
Ivy could only giggle as she took Richard's chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Richard's eyes went wide the moment the villainess' lips fell unto his. Ivy smirked as she began to grind her hips against his to which she soon found a protruding portion of Richard's anatomy come to life as well.
"Hmmmm.", she teased, "Looks like Little Richard is an early riser too."
Richard was having a hard time processing everything that was happening to him at the moment. First waking up next to Ivy and now this? Eventually, Ivy relented pulled away from the kiss to which she found a very flushed/flustered Richard Grayson.
"I'd like to have a chat with you about this, I really do but I kinda need to go to the restroom if you don't mind.", she said as she stood up and took hold of the closest towel she could reach for.
"Uhh, y-yeah sure.", was all he could say. Richard was in no means a shy kind of person, so why the hell is he stuttering his words?
Ivy giggled, even though he's Deathstroke's tyrannical apprentice, he still has a soft spot inside him.
Ivy wrapped the towel around her torso and gave Richard a light peck on the cheek, "Such a sweet gentleman.", she teased.
As Ivy disappeared behind the bathroom door, Richard scratched his head
'Looks like I have a lot of thinking and remembering to do…'
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Richard threw on whatever pair of boxers and shorts he could find scattered across Ivy's bedroom and walked out of the door. After his brain began to finally power-up and start functioning, he soon remembered that he was in Ivy's apartment in Uptown Jersey City. Waddling through the mess, he opened the door (careful to close it as to not void Ivy's privacy when she steps out of the shower) and walked into the flat's main living room.
He didn't know if he should be astonished, surprised, annoyed, disappointed, or all of the above. The living room was an absolute mess. The furniture was scattered, throw pillows and cushions where all-over the place, 100-dollar bills and bags of cash were spread on the floors, and clothes/uniforms were littered everywhere.
Walking over to the couch, he saw a massive white sheet draped over it. Removing the sheet revealed an unconscious Jason Todd sleeping face-down on the sofa wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers. Making his way to the kitchen, Richard found more bills and items of clothing sprawled everywhere.
As he made his way to the fridge, he eventually saw a naked Harley Quinn passed-out behind the kitchen counter with a baseball bat shoved-up in her… uhh… yeah… let's just say it was shoved up in the place where the sun doesn't shine…
Richard could only facepalm, 'What in god's name happened last night.?'
Just as he thought that, he heard the sound of a door opening. Turning his view towards where the sound originated from, he soon found Poison Ivy walk out of the bedroom now dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of pajamas. Ivy walked over to the kitchen to where Richard was standing and gave him a t-shirt.
"I don't really know what would fit you but hopefully one of my oversized shirts should have you covered.", Ivy spoke.
Richard gave her a warm smile, "Thanks."
The shirt was a tight fit but it was on nonetheless, the words "Gotham City Wildcats" were printed in bold letters in the front followed by an image of a wildcat. Ivy had to physically restrain herself as the tight shirt exposed Richard's incredibly sculpted physique.
Gulping, Ivy made her way to the coffee machine and asked, "So… Want some coffee?"
"Black coffee would be nice."
"Coming right up.", Ivy smiled.
Ivy's mood suddenly made a full-180 the moment she saw the unconscious maniac passed-out on the floor with the bat up her… yeah…
Ivy gave Richard a curious look, "Uhh… Did you do that?", Ivy questioned whilst pointing towards the unconscious psychopath.
Richard barely suppressed his chuckle, "She was already like that when I got here."
"Goddamnit Harley…", the disappointment was clearly visible on Ivy's face.
Richard let out a laugh as he made his way to the kitchen island and sat on one of the stools. Minutes later, Ivy made her way to the island and took a seat right next to Richard giving him a piping hot mug of coffee. He inhaled the scent of the brew and relished in its aroma; a good cup-o'-joe would be very helpful right now.
"So…", Ivy began, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Richard took notice, 'Is she getting flustered or something?'
"About last night, I don't really know what to say since I can't remember much too but… uhh… goddamnit-", was all Ivy could say before Richard cut her off with a light laugh.
"I kinda know how you feel, one moment we were in a bar with Harley and Jason in DT Jersey and the next, I wake-up beside to you."
"If it makes you feel any better, contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep with a lot of guys that much. You're probably the 3rd or 4th guy I've been with or something like that."
Richard chuckled, "Thanks, really means a lot to me."
A semi-awkward silence fell between the duo, soon enough, it was Richard who broke it.
"So… about us…"
"Yeah?"
"What are we?"
For the first time in her life, Ivy gave a question a long hard thought.
"Well.", she began, "What do you want us to be?"
"For starters, what about our age gap?"
"Well, how old are you exactly?"
Richard gave Ivy a knowing look, "Uhhh, 23?"
Ivy mustered a knowing smirk, "Good, I'm only 7 years older than you."
Richard's eyes went wide at the revelation, "Goddamnit Ivy! You're 30?!"
Ivy gave him an unimpressed look, "And so? Do I look 30 to you?"
Richard gulped, "N-No, but still, that age gap though…"
To Ivy's credit though, she definitely looked 5 years younger. Soon enough, a thought popped up in Richard's head.
"Wait, if you're 30, that would mean-"
"I joined the crime jig at a young age? Ohh yeah. I started pulling off a few small-time robberies when I was like, 15 or so? I only popped up in Batman's radar when I was around 18 or 19-ish and when I was 20, I became a full-fledged criminal and was doing big scores with many known names in the industry. I think you were around 13 at the time when you started off working with that 'Kiddie League' of yours or something."
Richard scoffed, "Ohh don't remind me about that 'Kiddie League', I'm still very pissed-off at them."
Ivy giggled, "That's kinda obvious from what I can see."
Another silence fell upon the both of them.
"So… What now?", Richard began.
Ivy's gaze fell on the tabletop, "Well… If you don't mind the age gap… Do you think we can give… Whatever this is, a shot?"
Richard didn't know if he was still drunk or something else but he placed a hand on Ivy's cheek, gently caressing it and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Slade and Jason are gunna kill me but… Sure, why not… Let's give this a try."
A small, warm smile graced Ivy's face, "Well then, what'll we do now?"
A smirk grew on Richard's face, "How about, this."
"How about wha- *hmph*!"
Ivy was instantaneously cut-off when Richard slammed his lips against hers. Poison Ivy was no stranger to kisses, heck, she would even go as far as to call herself the "Queen of Kisses". But damn, something about Richard's lips simply made her want to melt then and there.
On the other hand, never in a million years would Richard have thought that he'll have a one-on-one make-out session with Poison fucking Ivy, never mind the fact that he was the one who initiated the whole shebang. Something about kissing a criminal you've fought against ever since you were 13 spurred something different inside him, not to mention the whole 7-year age gap and all. But deep inside him, Richard hoped that he could make this, whatever this is, work.
Eventually, the duo (couple? maybe?) pulled away the moment they heard someone stir awake from the living room couch.
"I swear to god… That'll be the last time I'll be drinking with Ivy and Harley.", the man complained as he scratched his head.
"Morning Jay.", Richard greeted.
Jason slowly sat up on the couch, squinting his eyes, he gave Richard a confused look.
"What in fuck's name happened last night Goldie.", he began, his eyes began to wander to his surroundings, "And what the hell happened here?"
Richard laughed, "I was hoping to ask you the same question."
Ivy actually went back into her room to find something that Jason could wear, stepping back into the living room, she threw over a pair of joggers to the hungover mercenary.
Jason gave Ivy a curious look as the trousers landed on his lap, "What the…"
Ivy giggled, "Please tell me you at least have the decency to wear a pair of pants."
At that comment, Jason eyes shot awake and he soon realized that he was only wearing a pair of boxers.
"Motherfucker!", Jason exclaimed as he rushed to cover-up the indentation of his manliness that began to manifest itself on his underwear.
Richard laughed and Ivy giggled as she walked towards the kitchen sink. Jason however, used the opportunity to immediately don the pair of joggers; once he was done, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen island where Ivy handed him a fresh mug of coffee. Needless to say, Jason noticed the passed-out jester on the kitchen floor.
Jason eyed Richard and Ivy curiously, "Look, I know Harley can be a bitch but you didn't have to do that to her."
Ivy and Richard barely held of their laughter.
"Trust me, she was already like that when we woke up this morning.", Richard answered.
"When who woke up this morning?", a familiar peppy voice asked, "And why does my ass hurt?"
Richard, Jason, and Ivy laughed like maniacs as Harley Quinn rose from the floor. Scratching her head, she still hasn't realized that there was a bat shoved up in a place where it should not be shoved up.
Richard shook his head, "This is gonna be a long day…"
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Once everybody finally began to start functioning properly, they went on to clean up the wrecked apartment. Ivy took care of the dishes, Harley took care of the clothes, Richard took care of the money, and Jason took care of the weapons.
"I still can't believe that one of you fuckers shoved a bat up my ass last night!", Harley exclaimed as she continued to pick-up the assorted pieces of clothes scattered on the floor.
"What makes you think that we did it? For all you know, you could have tried to use that bat as a makeshift dildo or something.", Ivy spoke up from her place in the kitchen.
Harley got pissed as Ivy and the two men began to let out stifled laughs.
"Oh go to hell you slut!", Harley retorted whilst giving Ivy the finger.
"I can't believe that there's a fuckton of cash on the ground.", Jason quipped, "Did we rob a bank or something?"
"From the looks of it, I think we did.", Richard answered. He converted the kitchen island into a makeshift accounting office. He was still in the middle of counting the fat stacks of 100-dollar bills.
"This is already around 5 or 600,000-ish? And I don't think I'm halfway done.", Richard continued.
Jason was about to speak up but was interrupted by the TV buzzing into life, apparently Harley stepped on the remote.
"We interrupt this program to bring you some breaking news!"
"We're now live in the Federal Reserve Bank of Philadelphia to report of a massive robbery that had occurred last night. As you can see, a significant portion of the Federal Reserve Building had been damaged as well as the Reserve's Management Committee releasing an announcement stating that at least 5 million dollars in cash were stolen with a further 10 million missing in gold."
The squad gave each other curious and bewildered looks. Giving each other knowing nods, they scattered around the apartment looking for where they could have stashed the millions of dollars' worth of gold.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Ivy, Richard, and Harley winced after they heard Jason's scream. Rushing to where he was, they eventually found the mercenary in the guest bathroom accompanied by an unexpected sight for sore eyes…
Their vision went wide as they took in the sight, the guest bathroom was filled to the brim with stacks of gold bricks, all of which had the label and seal of the US Federal Reserve.
"Looks like we found that 10 million bucks.", Richard jested.
Jason stumbled out of the bathroom blinking his eyes repeatedly whilst shaking his head, "Wha-? Gah-? What the hell?"
As if it wasn't enough, the surprises that morning didn't cease as the news the kept-on rolling…
"We now go live to the New Jersey National Guard Armory where a break-in last night resulted to the death of 60 National Guard troops and at-least 2 million dollars' worth of weapons and ammunition having been reported as either missing or stolen. Authorities are yet to conclude if the robbery of the Federal Reserve in Philadelphia and the raid here in the National Guard Armory are somewhat linked and connected. The Justice League has also pledged their support to assist in finding the missing weapons and cash as well as to bring the attackers to justice."
Once again, the squad gave each other knowing looks and scattered to look for the 2 million dollars' worth of missing weapons and armaments.
Searching high and low, it was Harley's signature high-pitched scream of victory that eventually brought the search to an end. Richard, Ivy, and Jason converged at the open closet where they found that it was fully-stocked with a diverse array of military-grade weapons and equipment.
Just as the squad began to reel in from the shock, a though popped into Richard's head.
"Wait, guys…", he began, "Where the fuck is my car?"
Richard's 2018 Lincoln Navigator SUV was the vehicle that he chose to use when he met-up with Jason and the others at the bar the night before. Richard custom rigged it with a modified twin-turbo V8 hyper-powered engine, high-class suspension, bulletproof windows and tires, and military grade vehicular armour. If the chain of events that were unravelling proved to be what he was thinking about, where or what the hell happened to his SUV?
Moments after Richard's words left his mouth, the squad immediately left the flat (making sure to lock the door behind them as they left) and rushed to the apartment building's basement garage with Ivy spearheading the charge since after all, it was her apartment building.
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By the time the group made their way to the basement, they were astounded to see that it was still quite vacant with only a few cars and station wagons occupying a few spaces here and there. Richard then saw the familiar black colour of his 2018 Navigator and his made his way to the vehicle with the squad following suit. Pressing the button on the remote, the car's signal lights popped-up followed by a quick 'ding' of the car's alarm signaling the vehicle was now unlocked.
Richard immediately rushed to the rear hatch of the SUV and suddenly opened it. Needless to say, even though their day had been full of surprises, they were still astounded with what they found.
The SUV was littered with 100-dollar bills, there were also a few misplaced bricks of left-over gold and a few boxes of munitions here and there. Just as Richard wondered how the hell they transported all those cash, gold, and weapons to Ivy's apartment, he was interrupted by and intrigued Jason Todd.
"Why the hell is my car in here?", Jason wondered.
Sure enough, Jason's vehicle was parked not far from where Richard's SUV was. The squad then walked over to Jason's 2018 Audi Q7 as Richard locked up his car. Jason pressed a button on the remote (which he wondered as to why it was found hidden under the couch while they were cleaning up) and the car's blinkers popped-up followed by a quick 'ding' of the car's alarm signaling the vehicle was now ready to be opened.
Jason opened one of the car doors and peeked inside, the car wasn't as populated as Richard's but it still had left-over bags of cash as well 5 or 6 gold bricks here and there.
"Well, that explains how we managed to haul so much.", Richard spoke.
Jason shook his head in disbelief, "I swear, this'll be the last time I'm coming to one of Harley's 'get togethers'."
Harley pouted, "Oh come one Red! Look at all the fun we had! Not to mention all the loot we managed to grab!"
Jason was not budging, "Yeah yeah whatever…"
Eventually, they all agreed to pick-up the remaining left-overs of cash, gold bars, and weapons in the vehicles later that day once the building's foot traffic died down. As they made their way back up to Ivy's apartment, all of them shared one single thought in mind…
"WHAT THE HELL DID WE DO LAST NIGHT?!"
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