Harley could taste her own cherry lip gloss on Pam's lips as she kissed her, knee sliding between her thighs, burying her hand beneath her skirt.

Pam moaned, fingers digging into Harley's shoulder with one hand as the blonde moved against her, her other hand bracing on the wall, trying to keep both of them upright. It was close quarters in the bathroom stall, but Harley didn't mind—not with Pam's tongue in her mouth and her warmth on her fingers.

They had like 10 minutes max, but Harley was determined to make the most of it. It was so hard to find a second alone between Harley's family and Pam's friends—or, their friends, oops. And Pam could be such a tease without even knowing it…then again, Harley was pretty sure Pam knew exactly what she was doing, and that was so so sexy.

Pam gasped when she pushed further, though she bit her lip to try and keep the volume down, eyes sliding closed and head tilting back. Harley watched her throat, wishing she could suck dark marks into it, claim Pam as her own, without their whole world crashing down around them.

Her breath was coming faster now, her skin flushed. Harley couldn't believe how perfect she was. And then—

Shoes. On the floor. Clap, clap, clap…

Harley froze, her fingers stilling, and Pam snapped back to attention, her nostrils flaring as she tried to lower her heartrate.

"Fee…fi…fo…fum,"

Oh Jesus.

"I smell the cum of—,"

Suddenly, the stall door was being kicked open, revealing Selina on the other side, who promptly sprayed them with her water bottle. "—two horny bitches who need to keep it in their fucking pants on school property. Also," she threw the now empty bottle at them. "Not the dynamic I would have guessed, I want a refund."

"Selina!" Pam complained, wiping the water from her face and trying to mask her embarrassment and surprise as righteous indignation. "You completely ruined my hair and you can't just go around damaging school property!"

The brunette rolled her eyes, ignoring Pam altogether. "Put your dick away, Crotch Rocket, you've got a gymnastics meet to come in second at."

Harley retracted her hand from beneath Pam's skirt, disappointed. She hadn't factored Selina into her 10-minute window equation. "The meet doesn't start for another hour," she grumbled.

"Yeah, well, when I said I wanted you warm, this isn't what I meant," Selina crossed her arms. "And Jesus, the middle stall? Have some fucking decency, Harley."

Appalled, Harley said, "Why are you blaming me?!"

Selina just shook her head, pointing two fingers at her own eyes before turning them on Harley.

Pam let out a frustrated little huff once they were alone again, moving past Harley out of the stall to stand at the mirror so she could put more effort into fixing her hair which Harley thought looked fine.

"That's like the 3rd time we've been interrupted this week," Harley pointed out, crossing her arms and leaning against the sink to watch Pam fuss with her appearance. "If it's not my ma it's Selina, and if it's not Selina it's the janitor."

Pam cringed at the memory. "I have a few regrets…"

"Maybe…" Harley inched closer. "If we had a…I dunno…a princess sized bedroom? In a house that's usually empty? Maybe that might be more comfortable for this sorta thing?"

Finally allowing her hands to fall away from her hair, Pam turned to her, and she didn't have to speak for Harley to know she was annoyed. "Do we have to talk about this right now? You have a gymnastics meet."

"Yeah, in an hour."

"Selina doesn't want you distracted."

Harley laughed. "Oh, and suddenly you care about distracting me?"

Rolling her eyes, Pam said, "We've had too many close calls, Harl, it's not worth the risk."

"I mean…I think it might be."

It didn't seem like Pam was expecting the pushback. "Harley, if my mother finds out, she'll—,"

Harley really wasn't trying to sound insensitive here, but… "C'mon, babe, she's gotta know already. I think you need to have an honest conversation with her and—,"

Pamela laughed at that, but not in the happy, melodic way that made Harley's stomach flutter, more in the kinda mean way that made it drop. "My mother still doesn't allow Selina into our home because of what she saw us…" she trailed off briefly, wrestling with a painful memory. "It was mortifying, Harley, and I can't—we can't come back from that, me and her."

Harley was a little confused. "You and Selina?"

"No, no my mother and I," Pam clarified. "I want to be with you, Harley, and if I tell her, she'll—,"

"She'll what?" Harley was upset and she wished she could explain why. "What's she gonna do, Pam? Seriously. We've been hooking up for like 4 months! What's your plan here, exactly?"

"And Selina and I had known each other for 9 years by the time she—,"

"But you and Selina were never together, right?" Harley reminded her, a little lost on why any of this mattered. "So that's irrelevant."

"Right, but—well, I—it's not…I wish—just—,"

Raising an eyebrow, Harley interrupted her uncharacteristic stammering to ask, "Are you OK?"

"I'm—I'm frustrated," Pam admitted, a blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm sorry," her eyes fell to her feet. "I think it's a valuable conversation, I just—I can't right now. Can we reconvene at a later date?"

Harley laughed at that, forfeiting some of her intensity because Pam was so weird and cute. "Uh, sure. But I'm your girlfriend, not a conference call, and you're 17, in case you, ya know, forgot."

Some levity returned to Pam's expression. "I'm sorry," she apologized again. "And I mean it when I say I don't want to be a distraction. This is your last qualifier before nationals and—,"

Harley waved her off, taking a step forward and into her arms, resting her head on Pam's shoulder and planting a kiss on her neck. "It's jus'a formality, Red. But thanks for staying ta watch anyway."

"Of course," Pam chuckled, wrapping her up. "Where else would I be?"

"Well, I mean, you've got your championship match tomorrow," Harley reminded her. "So you could be practicing."

Pam shook her head. "I'm ready."

"Ready to tie up this storyline?" Harley wondered with a giggle.

Furrowing her brow, Pam said, "That's…an odd way of putting it, but yes."

/

Pamela studied her opponent's walk—surefooted, her stride long and confident, racket swinging in her right hand, a ball in her left, preparing for her first serve of the match.

Her name was Dinah Lance and Pamela knew her well, had played many matches against her, attended all the same elite camps, had even roomed with her once. She was originally from Star City, had a wonderful singing voice, her boyfriend's name was Oliver, she was planning to be a lawyer…and now Pam had to destroy her.

…competitively speaking. This was a rematch of the previous year's state championship, and Pamela had zero plans to lose in another nail biter. She wasn't terribly passionate about tennis, but she was good at it—although, she never aimed to be "good" at anything, she aimed to be the best, and right now, Dinah Lance was standing in her way of proving that title.

The match was held in Metropolis, as the championship tournaments always were, and Pam's friends had all carpooled to come and watch. They were sitting in the front row, all decked out in school colors, Harley and Dick having gone as far as to paint their faces one half green and one half white with a black stripe down the middle. Pam really didn't require that much of a commitment, but she appreciated the support.

At the last moment, as Pam was waiting for the whistle that signaled Dinah was allowed to serve, she briefly glanced over at the stands, wanting to catch one more glimpse of her personal cheer squad…but her heart leapt into her throat at the sight of a woman standing in front of Bruce.

She'd recognize that rigid posture anywhere.

Her mother. She'd come. Pam had reminded her over breakfast that morning and she'd…listened.

But where would she sit? Surely not by Selina. Maybe Bruce could manage to entertain her with his chivalrous—,

There was the whistle.

This is it, Pamela. Focus.

Dinah was taking a deep breath, gathering herself, and so Pamela did the same, getting into her receiving stance.

Execute.

The serve was hard and aimed towards the right hand corner and Pam had to move quickly, but she was able to return it, hooking a shot to the opposite corner. Dinah was expecting that, and was already in position, employing a chip shot that Pam didn't have enough time to get under before it bounced twice.

Fuck!

Pam pulled up, jogging to the net before turning back around, trying her best not to look over at her mother. She couldn't stand to see her disappointed.

Focus, focus, focus, focus. You are going home a champion today, goddamn it. you will not embarrass yourself in front of Selina and Harley and your mother. You will not.

She watched the scorecard change to 15-0 and got back down into position, watching Dinah dribble the ball before her next serve.

/

"Bruce! Did you not get me popcorn?"

He leaned forward, around Dick to respond, reminding her that, "You don't eat popcorn, Selina."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you hadn't heard? I've decided to let myself go. Officially aboard the sodium train."

That's when Harley sat down, armed with two bags of popcorn and a soda balanced in the crook of her elbow, handing one of the bags to Selina and setting the soda between them.

"Thank you, Harley," Selina said, pointedly maintaining eye contact with Bruce.

"Any time," the blonde grinned, tossing a few kernels into her own mouth. "Are you guys nervous? I'm nervous."

Diana shook her head. "She's prepared. Ms. Lance is a formidable opponent, but on this field of battle, Pamela will emerge victorious."

Harley raised an eyebrow in her direction and Selina chuckled, leaning into Harley's ear to explain, "She's intense sometimes, you get used to it eventually." She was about to ask if the soda was diet when a chill ran down her spine, a completely involuntary reaction to a sight that genuinely terrified her. "Holy shit…she came…"

Selina didn't have the time or emotional bandwidth to observe Harley's reaction or try to put into words the weight of this moment. Instead, she froze, openly staring as the esteemed Mrs. Lillian Isley scaled the stadium steps, stopping at their row, to Selina's absolute horror.

"Why hello, Bruce, Richard…" she greeted them first. Of course. Her tone was noticeably colder as she moved on to the girls. "Ms. Prince…Selina," she skipped Harley altogether. "You came all this way to watch Pamela?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Bruce elected himself voice of the others, wearing his gala smile. "Wouldn't miss it. Pam will be so happy you're here."

"She mentioned this one was important to her," Lillian smiled back.

"They're all important to her," Harley spoke up, causing Selina's blood to run cold. She reached out and squeezed Harley's arm so hard the blonde yelped with pain…and now Lillian's pale green gaze was firmly settled on the two of them.

"We've met before, haven't we?" Lillian asked Harley. "You're my daughter's biology pupil. I almost didn't recognize you. Are you wearing my Nightshade line?"

Harley self-consciously brushed her fingers down her cheek, less brave now. "Um, yeah, I think so. It was a present from Pam."

"How gracious of her," Lillian acknowledged.

The whistle was blowing on the court, signaling the start of the match, so Selina chose to distract herself by watching Pam line up to receive the first serve.

…but Lillian was still talking.

"The foundation is a shade too pale. Not exactly clownish, but I'll see to it that's remedied." With that, she took a seat next to Bruce, and Selina let out her first full breath since she'd arrived.

"What a rude fuckin—,"

"Hey, Sabrina the Teenaged Dumbass, how about your stop trying to provoke her?" Selina interrupted in a harsh whisper.

"Why is everyone so scared of her?" Harley whispered back.

"Self-preservation," was Selina's response as she watched Pam score on the 2nd serve.

15-15.

/

"Did Matt-fuckin-Murdock make that call?!" Selina wanted to know, her voice cutting through the otherwise well-behaved crowd as Dinah's backhand bounced to the back wall, forcing a 40-40 deuce in the final set.

Mother won't like that.

"You're a warrior, Pamela!" that was Diana's voice.

"And THIS IS SPARTA!" Dick shouted.

One of these days Pam was going to have to sit them down and educate them on how to cheer at a tennis match.

That had been a terrible call, Selina was right, but Pamela couldn't let it get to her. Not now. Now it was her serve, the chance for an advantage was in her hands. The power to win all her own.

She adjusted the glove on her racket hand, tightening the wrist strap before dribbling the ball twice. Two serves. Two points. Lifting her gaze, Pam watched Dinah's stance, watched her hands twitch, her legs subtly shifting her from side to side.

For a terrible moment, just as Pam got the serve off, she thought it might not have the height to clear the net. But as she watched, the ball sailed barely over the top of it, a line drive right at Dinah.

The blonde adjusted, returning it with some velocity, forcing Pam to backhand out of the corner. Pam's was a chip shot, sending it back over the net with a rather dramatic arc. Dinah got under it to spike it to the center, but Pam was there, jumping to volley back a return shot that Dinah couldn't handle.

"Advantage Isley," the commentator announced over the loudspeaker.

"Get some, Baby!"

Pam froze in her walk back to the line.

Harley.

She looked over at the stands in a panic to see Bruce standing up, cupping his hands around his mouth to yell, "Yeah, Baby! Finish it!"

Pamela had been grateful for Bruce's friendship during many difficult times in her life, but never more so than in this moment.

The ball girl tossed Pam a new ball, and she gripped the neon orb in her hand, squeezing lightly, feeling the material give way to the pressure.

One serve. One point.

She dribbled once, and the rally was off, her serve sailing to the back line and dropping just inside. Dinah returned it just over the net, forcing Pam to sprint forward to meet it, but she did, her shot curving into the corner.

Dinah chased it, but wasn't able to get her racket around in time to land the ball in bounds, instead it sailed high and to the right, hitting the net that protected the spectators.

Pam's momentum was stopped by the net, which she grabbed onto to keep her balance as she squatted down, tapping her racket on the ground and hanging her head, unable to fully process the relief she felt.

"Good match," Dinah was standing on the other side of the net, and Pam looked up to see tears in the blonde's eyes. "You didn't have that spin last year."

Pamela stood to her full height. "I couldn't lose to you again."

"Well, I'll see you next year, then," Dinah smiled through her emotion, and Pam was going to say she'd played a good match too…

But there were suddenly arms around her neck, yanking her into an excited embrace. It was Selina, but Harley came soon after, both squeezing her a little harder than was comfortable, but Pam wasn't about to complain.