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"Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?" ― Leo Tolstoy


Chapter 11: Mushy feelings

Estelle was shocked at what Harley had told her. The twenty-one year was giving the Queen of Gotham a 'what the hell' kind of look. Her blue eyes were wide and her mouth was set into a frown.

"Excuse me?" Estelle finally said after a few seconds of just gawking at Harley.

Harley giggled at her reaction. This dark haired beauty was just so much fun to mess with. "I'm kidding." She gave her a wink. "I only let my Puddin' help change me. But I do need an extra opinion on my outfit." Right after she said this, the platinum blonde grabbed a hold of one of Estelle's hands.

Once she felt Harley's soft hand wrap around hers, Estelle fought the urge to use her powers against her. Sure she wanted to give her a warning blast, but the last thing she wanted was to make another scene. The force field had been enough.

No, instead she just pulled her hand back, making Harley's hold on it loosen. Estelle successfully got her to let go. For some reason though she felt a little guilty when she saw the pout Harley had at the loss of hand to hand contact. The twenty-one year old pushed these guilty feelings away. She settled on giving Harley a dour stare.

"I don't do hand holding." Estelle firmly told her. That was a lie. Truth be told, Estelle did the whole hand holding thing...she did it with Jasmine. The appropriate thing to have said was that she didn't do hand holding with deranged platinum blondes who were named Harley Quinn.

Harley's pout didn't last long for a sly smile worked upon her face. This severely threw Estelle off. The Queen of Gotham was not an easy book to read. The ex-psychiatrist shrugged one of her shoulders. "That's okay. I'll get you to enjoy my touch sooner or later, Stella." She giggled before merrily walking back to where her crate was at. Once she reached it she immediately started to undress.

Now Estelle was no stranger when it came to the external anatomy of women. She had seen her ex-girlfriend naked a bunch of times. So by now she was very well versed with the female human body, so it took a lot for her to get discombobulated. She was not the type of girl to get easily flustered. Which was something she was rather happy about. She always found it annoying how in movies or books the lead character was easily swooned into liking the other lead character of the guy or girl. She'd call them pathetic or idiotic for liking someone they've barely known.

Yet here she was feeling the fainest warmth rising to her cheeks all because Harley was changing in front of her―or should she say in front of everybody. The twenty-one year old only got a glimpse of Harley's smooth flat stomach as she was undressing herself. She made sure to avert her eyes when she knew for certain the prison top was off. The others surrounding them might have been still staring but she sure as hell wasn't anymore. Estelle didn't want to...she had a feeling if she had continued staring at Harley the public display of brief nudity would have affected her even more. She inwardly cursed herself for being so easily fooled by Harley's exterior beauty.

Estelle admitted that Harley was appealing to look at it. She wasn't an idiot nor was she blind. The Queen of Gotham had a winsome allure to her, but that didn't mean Estelle was going to be so open with her. Yes, she had saved her but she had to remember who she was...a criminal. She was dangerous. Her personal file even said so.

And as Rick had said to her, she needed to keep her guard up around her and the rest of the squad.

The Queen of Gotham was not one to be underestimated. Nor was the rest of the squad...no matter the unique empathy she felt for some of them.

It felt like a long time―when in reality it probably had only been a few minutes or so―before Estelle finally found her gaze going back towards Harley. Unfortunately, Estelle wasn't spared for she once again caught sight of Harley's stomach, only this time as she was putting on a new top. Due to that, Estelle managed to see the Queen of Gotham's upwards top half. Thankfully, Harley was wearing a bra. The bright red color if it though didn't make the whole situation any better and Estelle was left slightly rattled. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried her hardest to keep her expression neutral.

Despite the staring from everyone else, Harley appeared nonchalant at the attention she was getting. "What?" She asked innocently.

As soon as she spoke everyone went back to what they had been originally doing. This allowed for Estelle to get a better hold of herself. Once she was better composed she trusted herself to fully look at Harley again. As she stared at her, Estelle thoroughly studied her outfit. The platinum blonde had on an unusual outfit. Well, for the twenty-one year old it was unusual, but for the Queen of Gotham it was probably her typical everyday outfit she would wear. Well what she used to wear before she got locked up.

The platinum blonde now had on a baseball tee that said Daddy's Little Monster on it. She also had on red land blue low rise booty shorts with fishnets underneath. That alone caused Estelle to narrow her eyes in bemusement. Except it was the high heeled boots the Queen of Gotham was wearing that had her expression fall. How was she going to be able to do anything with those things on? It always bewildered Estelle how females were able to handle wearing heels. She for one was never able to. She had always preferred to wear comfortable shoes, like sneakers. It was evident though that Harley had her own sense of fashion. And an extravagant one at that. The choker (which looked like it was made from gold) she had on her neck that said Puddin' was more proof of that.

Although she in general wasn't too big on her outfit, Estelle couldn't help but find Harley's hair kind of...dare she say nice? It was now in pigtails, and now that it was no longer messy and tangled Estelle could now see the bottom of her platinum hair. One bottom side was dyed blue and the other pink. She didn't want to pay any compliments to her, but she had to admit to herself that Harley had nice hair. Well, now that it was styled and not messy.

It was then when Harley was finishing her makeup, that Estelle finally realized just how much of a weirdo she must have looked like by staring at her. The twenty-one year old was ready to leave the Queen of Gotham, but stopped when an Australian accent (one she now found annoying) spoke to her.

"Finally stopped admiring your girlfriend?"

Estelle found no issue throwing Captain Boomerang a glare. The Aussie just returned her hard stare with a smirk. Estelle remained stern. Did he not learn his lesson about not messing with her? She was not one to mess with. Clearly he needed to be reminded again.

"I suggest you stop talking."

Captain Boomerang continued to vex her. He raised his arms up a bit in an nonchalant gesture. "Hey, I don't blame you. She's quite the looker."

After he said this, Estelle's expression darkened. In a way he reminded her of that annoying fool Griggs. "If you don't stop talking I'm gonna blast you in the face. And I'll make sure it'll hurt."

Captain Boomerang knew irking her wasn't such a smart thing to do. Not right after she had used her powers on him. Except seeing her gaze at the crazy blonde made it hard for him not to tease the dark haired girl about it. However, hearing her say that threat about hurting him on the face made him immediately back off. He did this by displaying his fear coolly. He walked off back to where his crate was at, but as he did so he made sure to give her a provocative grin that he knew would get under her skin.

Sure enough it did and Estelle continued to glare at him until he was out of her sight. Once alone again, she rolled her eyes. She became startled when she heard a familiar laugh.

"Oh, you sure scared him!" Harley exclaimed happily.

Estelle frowned, still trying to recover from Harley's sudden appearance next to her. "What?"

"Yup." Harley said and then blew a bubble. She chewed her gum as she continued to talk. "He might have been grinning but I saw fear in those eyes of his. What did you say to make him so scared anyways?"

It relieved Estelle that Harley hadn't heard what Captain Boomerang had said. She in no way wanted the Queen of Gotham to know that she had been looking at her. "Nothing." She muttered.

"Come on, you and I know that's not true." Harley responded with a mild eye roll. "So come on, spill. What did you say to make him so scared? Did you say you were going to zap him again?"

Estelle remained stubborn with her answer. "I didn't tell him anything."

Harley huffed. "Fine, don't tell me then. You're hurting my feelings here, Stella." She said and then pouted. Suddenly her pout became a smile and she was then laughing. "You showing Captain what's his face up was funny." She told her with a tone laced with amusement. "Especially when you zapped him." She acted as if she had been zapped after she said that.

Estelle sighed at how comical she was being. She fought the urge to act out for being called Stella...yet again. She hardened her voice. "I didn't zap him."

"You're right! You blasted him!" Harley laughed. "Which is still funny!"

Estelle found her compliment strangely appealing. She however did not make this known. "Yeah, well I don't need my powers to take him."

Harley looked at her with new wonderment. "I know you don't." She licked her bottom lip, spreading her red lipstick around. "I like a woman who can take care of herself." She flirtatiously told her.

Estelle's eyes widened. Was she for real? Before she was even able to say anything back to her, Harley spoke with a curious tone.

"So why is it that you smile with your mouth closed?" Harley suddenly asked, tilting her head.

Huh? Where did that question come from? Estelle blinked a few times. "Why are you asking me that question?'

Harley let out another bubble as she shrugged her shoulders. "Because I want to know. From the few times I've seen you smile, you've kept your mouth shut. Why? A pretty girl should show her pearly whites." She then smiled after she said this.

She does have a nice smile.

Estelle quickly shook that thought away. She kept her face free from any ardent expressions. Now she would have ignored her, but she had a feeling the platinum blonde would just keep pestering her. So she reluctantly gave in. "I have crooked teeth." She admitted, sheepishly but still managed to keep a straight face. She never liked talking about her teeth. They were one of the things she was insecure about herself. If she had the money she would have gotten herself braces a long time ago.

Harley rolled her eyes playfully. "So? My Puddin' doesn't have the nicest teeth either, but his smile is worth a thousand bleeding men!" She let out a heartfelt sigh before giving her a wink."Which means you shouldn't hide yours." She gave her nose a light tap with her finger before she leaned in and gave her nose a light kiss. "Muah!"

Estelle was left bewildered by what just happened. Her blue eyes widened and this time she couldn't stop the warmth from fully reaching her cheeks. She probably looked like a damn tomato. She got a hold of herself when she heard Harley release a giggle. "What?" She softly asked her.

"I got lipstick on that cute nose of yours." Harley started to get closer to her again, but Estelle took a few steps back.

"I'll clean it myself." The twenty-one year old then proceeded to use the sleeve of her blue hoodie to wipe the lipstick off her nose. As she did this she couldn't help feeling embarrassed. Especially since she now was noticing how everyone around them was looking at them.

Harley wasn't at all bothered at the attention they were now getting from everyone else. She was too focused on how ruffled Estelle appeared to be.

Estelle felt glad that Rick chose that moment to come back. He ordered the squad members to get back in line and then proceeded to take out an iPad. One could tell how serious the colonel was at the moment.

"Behold the voice of God."

He turned on the iPad and Estelle wasn't at all surprised to see Amanda Waller's face pop up on the screen. She wasn't standing with the squad members but she was next to Rick and would side glance towards the screen of the iPad.

"For those who don't officially know me, my name is Amanda Waller. There's an active terrorist attack in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT-1, and get them to safety."

"I'm sorry." Deadshot interrupted whimsically. "For those of us who don't speak good guy, what is HVT-1?"

"The only person that matters in this city. The one person you can't kill. Complete the mission, you get time off your prison sentence. Fail the mission, you die. Anything happens to colonel Flag, or Miss Carter, I'll kill every single one of you. Remember I'm watching. I see everything."

Estelle slightly shuddered at the alarming reminder Waller gave to the squad. Well that wasn't creepy or anything.

"There's your pep talk." Rick sharply told the squad members.

Deadshot was quick to retort his snide comment. "Compared to your shit she killed it." There was a pause between them as he looked at the other prisoners. "So that's it? We're some type of suicide squad?" He asked rhetorically.

Kind of a harsh way to put it, but Estelle had to agree that was what they pretty much were. She gave Deadshot a small frown and it was one he was quick to catch a glimpse of. Deadshot's attention was soon directed back to the Colonel.

"I'll notify your next of kin." Rick gruffly informed him as he roughly passed by him and Captain Boomerang. "Alpha Bravo Team line up!"

Estelle was quick to follow behind Rick, knowing that they were now going to finally get on the helicopter. When she passed by the squad members she was not at all surprised to feel one of Harley's hands grab onto one of hers.

"I get to sit next to my bestie!" Harley excitedly announced.

Estelle wanted to shake off Harley's hand like she did last time but she made no move to do so. With a glare and a huff she figured she'd just let the Queen of Gotham lead her to where the helicopter was at. It was better than her making a scene. Except she was in no way going to sit next to her.

No way indeed.


A/N: I'm gonna end the chapter here. Until next time my dear readers!