Harley felt extremely self-conscious about the self-made patch on her jeans. She'd never been in a store this fancy. Like, ever. If her Ma was gonna splurge, it was gonna be at the Gap. This was not the Gap, this wasn't even a department store, it was a boutique! Like a Pretty Woman style boutique, and Harley didn't quite feel prepared for her "big mistake" moment.

Selina was leading the way, obvious master of this domain, Pam gliding confidently behind her. Holding Pam's hand was nice, though, and it succeeded in easing some of Harley's anxiety, so she clung tightly to it as they walked across the very classy carpeted floor.

They were approaching a saleswoman who was very tall and slim and wearing heels that Harley was sure weren't comfortable. She gave them a tight smile, but Harley's attention was quickly stolen by the extremely shiny bag on display behind her. Like a moth to flame, Harley was drawn to it, her hand slipping from Pam's, feet carrying her away from her safety net.

Behind her, she vaguely registered Selina speaking, but she wasn't paying attention.

The bag was iridescent, its color shifting depending on your point of view, and Harley was absolutely in love. She reached up to grab it but was stopped by the saleswoman's sharp voice.

"That's a very expensive bag, young lady, I'd prefer you looked rather than touched."

Harley barely had enough time to be mortified before Selina spoke, "She can touch, she's with me."

Turning, Harley found the saleswoman readjusting, her smile changing, including Harley in her performative warmth. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Kyle, I didn't know she was a friend of yours."

Selina's smile had a similar energy to it. "Please, Ms. Kyle is my mother. You can call me Her Majesty."

Pam walked over to Harley, reaching up to grab the bag and handing it to her. "Do yourself a favor and don't look at the price tag," she chuckled, kissing her on the cheek.

Harley nodded silently, staring down at the bag in awe, but Selina was already moving on.

"We're in need of a complete overhaul," she explained to the saleswoman. "And something that goes with that bag, which might be a challenge."

"Do you have a particular direction in mind?"

Harley realized too late the question had been aimed at her, so Selina answered instead. "I mean, Sporty Spice, absolutely, with a little anarchy? But the spirit of Marty McFly and also Karen Smith."

The saleswoman squinted, thinking that over. "I have a few ideas. Give me a moment."

Later, Pam and Selina were tilting their heads in unison.

Harley tried a different pose. "Eh?"

"No," Selina decided.

"Well, the skirt, that's fine," Pam dissented. "But the top is…"

"You don't have the boobs for it," Selina finished for her. "Pam, on the other hand…"

Harley decided that, after about 15 no's, she was going to take a stand for this one, specifically. "Guys! We've been at this for like an hour and you two can't decide on a fuckin shirt for me. I like it!"

"That's nice, Harley, but irrelevant," was Selina's response. "You're not pulling off the wrap, I'm sorry. Not all of us were endowed with tits like Pam's, OK? It's not personal. We just have to stick to spaghetti, crewnecks and halters, what with your shoulder situation. Pull up your shirt."

"W—what?"

Selina rolled her eyes. "I have zero interest in repeating myself. Let me see your stomach."

Harley obeyed because…what else was she supposed to do? Yanking her shirt up to her bra and noticing Pam's lip bite in reaction. Selina just nodded like her suspicions had been confirmed. "Can we get a few more cropped options over here?"

Sighing, Harley went back into the changing room, pulling the shirt off completely and waiting for the new options to be handed to her. She felt like Cinderella, but like if the mice and birds and shit were super judgmental. So far Harley had been good about not looking at the price tags, but because she was alone for a moment, she decided she'd sneak a peek, at least at the one she wasn't allowed to like.

…and…Harley immediately regretted it.

$350 for one fuckin shirt. One! That was, like, a reeaaallly good night of tips for her ma at the restaurant. More like a good weekend, actually.

Panicking suddenly, Harley rifled through the pile of "keepers" Pam and Selina had decided on, doing some quick math and realizing this shopping trip was gonna cost more than what her ma made in a month.

"Harley?" it was Pam's voice outside the curtain, and her head poking into the changing room before Harley had the chance to answer. "Try this one, I like you in red." She handed her a cropped sweatshirt.

"Is Selina actually gonna buy me this stuff or is this just an elaborate prank ta make me look dumb?" Harley suddenly wanted to know, her voice louder than the whisper she'd been aiming for.

Pam opened her mouth to answer, but Selina responded instead. "Your Stick It, but won't totally commit, vibe is throwing off me and Pam's aesthetic," she shouted through the curtain. "It's not a prank and we told you not to look at the price tags."

"Well, there you have it," Pam smiled, cupping Harley's face with her hand. "We have the means, so let us—,"

"Yeah, yeah, congrats, you've been adopted," Selina yanked open the curtain, forcing Harley to have to rush to cover herself. "Can we get a move on? Please? We haven't even started on shoes yet and I would like to drop kick your raggedy Reebok's off a mountain."

Harley was, again, offended. "I like my Reeboks!"

"We're a Nikes only posse, sorry, sweetheart," Selina was firm. "If you insist on wearing sneakers, that is. Oh God," her eyes landed on Harley's chest. "That's not gonna work either."

"What isn't?"

Selina turned to Pam rather than answer Harley's question. "You want to swing by Victoria's Secret next or get some food?"

Pamela shrugged. "There's that juice bar a block over, I wouldn't mind a—,"

"Wait, wait, hold on, guys—first off, can say more stuff out loud?" Harley yanked the sweatshirt Pam had handed her over her head. "And is there something wrong with my bra?"

"Absolutely," Selina nodded decisively. "It's too big, it's ripped in the front and I'm not a fan of the sweat stains. Pam doesn't care because she's horny and your body be bangin', but I'm not so easy to please. You're going to have to get used to that. Oh, and yes to that one."

"What?"

"The sweatshirt," Pam clarified on Selina's behalf. "The red's nice, right?"

Selina nodded, then grabbed a denim jacket from the hanger just outside the dressing room, tossing it to Harley. "For your girl-next-door bullshit."

/

Bruce was walking with his head down, one hand reaching out to pull the door open, the other trying to type out a quick text to Diana. He was late, but he needed a protein shake and a banana and he'd left both on the counter that morning because the maid was mopping the kitchen and he didn't want to be in her way.

As he stepped into the juice bar, he slammed, full force, into someone heading in the opposite direction, which would have sent both toppling over had Bruce been less athletically inclined. Purely on instinct, his arm shot out, feet finding their balance again as he caught the girl around the waist before she could hit the floor.

In what was nearly a dance, he pulled her out of a dip, coming face to face with… Selina?

She blinked her big green eyes, seeming to process everything at the same speed Bruce was, which was slowly, as neither had made a move to spring apart despite the fact they hadn't spoken for over a week at this point.

"Hi," Selina was the first to speak after she'd found her own footing.

Bruce straightened up, responding with a nod and then a quiet, "Hi," of his own.

"Did you just meet-cute your own boyfriend?" Pamela was incredulous, her metal straw falling from her mouth where she observed them, Harley standing beside her…well, a version of Harley. A Harley with Selina's fashion sense.

Bruce and Selina both took a step backwards, away from each other. "What are you doing here?" Bruce found himself asking, knowing he sounded stupid as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

"Um, in this public domain juice bar where the smoothie guy has my drink memorized?" Selina raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" she turned the question around. "Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Diana? Or was she blowing me off because she chose you in the divorce?"

"No, I'm—we're going on a trail run, I'm just late." His phone buzzed with Diana's response, and he quickly turned his phone over to find she'd asked him to bring her "That passion fruit thing" she likes. "I saw your snap the other night. Sorry, I just…"

"Didn't want to respond?" Selina prompted. "Whatever, I get it," she waved him off. "I'm still in the doghouse. Plus, I'm sure Talia gives great head."

Sighing, Pamela said, "Selina…" like she was disappointed.

"Oh, right," Selina cringed. "Girl power, sorry. I'm sure she gives…adequate head for her level of sexual experience? Which is…not a detriment to her character?" she looked back at Pam for her approval, but got an eyeroll in response, which she grinned at.

"Talia and I are aren't…just…you're the one who cheated on me," Bruce reminded her, his heartrate rising just slightly.

"Hey, good game the other night!" Harley interjected, saving them all from a situation that was well passed awkward. "That pass to Dick in the 2nd quarter was epic."

Bruce smiled despite himself. "The one down the sideline?"

Harley nodded fervently, her ponytail bouncing. "Congrats on the win."

"Thanks…did they take you shopping?" he asked, curious now. He'd wondered what was off, aside from the Gucci trackpants she was wearing, which he was positive hadn't been part of her wardrobe before. The answer was the pigtails, they were missing.

"Yeah," Harley grinned. "Selina, um, bought me some stuff."

"We're working on a Harley 2.0 kinda thing," Selina winked, reaching for her smoothie from the drink holder Pam was carrying, sucking the liquid from the straw. "Tell Diana we said 'hey'. See you on Monday, I guess. Unless you're, you know, ready to talk, or whatever."

Bruce wanted to say yes…or, maybe he didn't. He wasn't sure what he wanted right now. He'd never experienced life without Selina, really, and although he didn't feel ready to start now, he also wasn't ready to move past what still felt like a betrayal.

He loved Selina, he had for a very long time, and he wasn't about to stop. He loved Pamela too, really. Obviously in a different way, but…maybe that was why he couldn't get over it as quickly as he was trying to. Because it was Pam, and because he knew how deeply Pam loved Selina. It wasn't just Selina's betrayal, but Pam's as well. It couldn't be excused as simply a mistake or a bad decision. It had meant something, Bruce wasn't sure what, but it certainly wasn't nothing.

Then again, if Selina wanted to be with Pam rather than him, she wouldn't be investing in Harley like this, would she? She'd be treating Harley like she did Talia…right?

For a moment, the realization that he might be experiencing insecurity for the first time flashed across Bruce's mind, but he didn't have time for that right now. He was late.

"I'll see you guys on Monday," he said without elaborating. "And you look good, Harley."