AN: This chapter is where Barbi comes into the picture. As I alluded to, this takes place just after #PurseScratcher. However, at least in these universe, Selina just decided 'Screw it' and stole the purse from Zee when she wasn't looking. So, let's kick off.

15:45. That was the time, according to Barbi's watch. Plenty of time for her to get what she needed to get before driving up to the bowling alley to meet with Alison, Tommy, and Ben.

Normally, she wouldn't stoop as low as to steal from someone else. Not because of any moral restraints, but because stealing from someone was beneath someone like her. But, considering what happened the day before, she felt like she had the right to take what was rightfully hers. Not only had she been electrocuted and called 'tacky faux-fur' that Zee girl, but when she had gotten her bearings, she had seen her statement bag slung over Selina Kyle's shoulder. And that just made her blood boil even more.

So, before going to bed last night, with her parents totally ignoring her as she tried to tell them about her horrid day, she made a decision. Tomorrow, she would get the purse that was rightfully hers, even if she had to rip off Selina's face.

However, she was hoping that it wouldn't come to that. The risk of going to jail was too high. So, she was going by the stealthy way. She had taken a lockpick in case Selina was someone who locked her doors. The plan was simple, really; Wait until Selina was out of the house, sneak inside (using the lockpick if necessary), find her room, turn the place upside down trying to find her purse, and make off before Selina came back!

It was so simple that it could hardly fail.

Right now, she was walking down the pathway, listening to music on her phone. Daddy had gotten her the newest headphones for her birthday a few weeks ago, so she decided to break them in now. She was also wearing her new sneakers, also gotten on her birthday. Usually, she would have worn some heels, but they wouldn't be the best thing to wear while sneaking around, as fashionable as they were. Right now, she was moving the music, whistling to the beat.

In fact, she was so into the music, she actually passed by Selina's mansion.

As soon as she realised Oh yeah! That's Selina's place!, she quickly turned on her heel and snuck into the front yard. As she passed by the kitchen, she heard someone, Panicking, she ran over to a bush, jumping into it. Peeking out, she saw that the 'someone' in question was Harleen Quinzel, Selina's weird friend, in the kitchen. She was balancing a spoon on her palm, laughing about something. Then someone else walked into her view. It was that even weirder plant girl, the one who always got teary-eyed when a plant got stepped on. She punched Harleen in the stomach, causing her to drop the spoon, before she said something. She couldn't hear it though. Soon, the two left, Harleen still clutching her stomach in pain.

At this point, Barbi decided that it would probably be the best to leave. If Selina's friends were at her house, then she was there as well. Plus, she was getting her nice fur coat dirty. Not to mention that some leaves were getting stuck in her hair. Her parents were going to kill her when they saw that she'd gotten dirty. So, she got out and began to walk away, trying not to be seen.

Wait. What was that in Selina's car's boot out of the corner of her eye? Next to all the bags stuffed with whatever?

Was it...

Yes! It was!

The purple purse she coveted was sitting in the middle of the boot of Selina's car. The boot was opened up, leaving it out in the open. A sly smile spread across Barbi's face. The purse was hers for the taking! It was funny, really. Selina stole it from her after she most likely hired Catwoman to snatch it from her, just to spite her. It was only fair that she steal it back. She just couldn't wait to see the look on that little thief's face at school after Christmas break when she showed off her new statement bag.

Quickly, Barbi ran up to the boot, forgoing any sense of stealth. However, a small, unfortunately placed hole in the ground caused her to fly through the air, making her yelp a little. She crashed into the boot, her face colliding with the back of the seats. After running a hand down her face, she looked behind her. There was her purse. Her smile returned as she grabbed it.

"Now you're back with who you belong with," she said, chuckling. "Say, you look even better than you did yester-"

"Bombs away!"

The sound of a raspy voice rang throughout the air as it was accompanied by some kind of whoosh. Barbi looked up, and saw a bag flying directly at her. Sheer terror and instincts made her tuck in her legs. Something that proved to be an unwise decision, as the bag collided with her, practically crushing her. Barbi felt her head begin to spin as she went limp. All that she could see was the logo on the bag, which slowly grew blurrier and blurrier.

"Ow," she groaned from behind the bag. That was the last thing she did before slipping into unconsciousness.

Doris turned around, seeing her result. "Ha!" She proudly placed her hands on her hips, grinning. The bag she had thrown over her shoulder had landed directly in the boot of the car. She looked up at the top of the stairs, where Leslie stood. "And you said I couldn't make the shot without looking."

Leslie looked down at her. "Did you now?." She slid down the banister, landing gracefully on her feet. She looked at the door, seeing the bag in the boot. She turned back to her friend. "Good shot. I'll be the first to extend the warm hand of approval."

She held out her hand, a smile on her face.

Doris frowned. "I'm not falling for it."

Leslie sighed. "So the meathead is learning."

That name ignited a flame in Doris's gut, as well as making the frown on her face deepen. She leaned in close to Leslie. "Shut up," she hissed. She just knew how much she hated that stupid nickname. Leslie just pinched her nose.

"Blech. What have you been eating?" She made an exaggerated gagging noise as she walked outside. Doris rolled her eyes. Before long, she felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. She turned around, seeing Leslie with her palm smoking. Leslie just blew out the smoke, winked at her, and walked off.

Doris groaned. It was at times like these she wondered why Leslie was friends with the rest of them if she fucked with them all the time.

As she followed her, Carol walked down the stairs, holding a few bags. Selina walked next to her.

"So, who's calling the music?" Carol asked.

Selina shrugged. "We'll take turns. You can start off, followed by me, Pam, Harleen, Leslie, Doris, and then back to you."

Carol smiled, placing a hand to her chest. "Aww, thanks Selina." Then her smile curled into a small frown. "Wait, have we planned out where we're going to stay between nights? If you think we'll be driving around at 1AM, you're sorely mistaken. And I am not sleeping in the car. Smells like chips in there."

That made Selina think. "Give me a second." She quickly grabbed the plan out of her bag, reading through it. All that was on the plan was a map of the country, with several spots marked with an X. Looking at the key, made by Harleen, she saw stuff like 'big cliffs', 'big carnival', and 'Arkham Asylum', but no real places to stay. Unless Harleen was planning for them to sleep in Arkham. Knowing how she felt about the Joker, she wouldn't put it past her.

"Afraid not, Carol." She looked at her, smiling. "But hey, I'm sure we'll find somewhere to stay. Don't you worry your pink little head."

Carol didn't answer, and instead looked at her phone. A wide, blissful smile was spreading across her face. Selina looked over her shoulder, groaning when she saw what it was. It was Hal Jordan's social media feed. Carol stopped on the photo of Hal posing with a poorly photoshopped explosion in the background. He honestly looked ridiculous, but Carol thought otherwise, judging by how she clicked the like button. She sighed, holding the phone close to her.

Selina rolled her eyes. "Carol, with all due respect, you're way too obsessed with that guy."

Carol let out an overdramatic gasp as she turned to her friend. "And I shouldn't be? Hal Jordan's, like, the love of my life! The Othello to my Desdemona!"

"You do realize that Othello kills Desdemona, rig-"

Carol cut her off, looking as though she was chewing on a wasp. "And besides, for your sake, my love for him powers my ring! Do you want one of the most powerful members of your gang out of commission?"

Selina held up her hands defensively. "I'm not saying that, Carol. I just feel like you think about him a... little too much. Hell, thinking about anyone that much probably isn't healthy." She made sure to choose her words delicately. She knew that Carol was the type of girl to fly off the handle after someone said something wrong.

Thankfully, what she had said hadn't provoked her to go on a soliloquy about love or some crap. Instead, Carol just glared at her. "Whatever." She didn't sound happy. With that, she walked out the door, leaving Selina alone. She looked at the plan again, namely at the key. When she saw Arkham Asylum again, she grimaced. Maybe she could convince Harleen to take that off the to-do list. That place gave her the creeps.

When she walked out to the car, Carol had thrown her bags into the boot, with Doris slamming it shut afterwards. All of them were there, just waiting to get the show started.

Selina grinned. "Everybody ready?"

The rest nodded, all looking as though they couldn't wait any longer. Harleen seemed to be the most excited out of all of them.

"Hell yeah!" She squealed. "Let's get this show on the road! Literally!" She laughed as she grabbed the door for the driver's seat. Selina quickly ran up to her, grabbing her by the arm.

"Hey, pussycat," Harleen said, wrestling her arm out of Selina's grip. "Where's the fire?"

Selina sighed. "I'm driving."

This caused Harleen to scowl. "Come on, whaddaya got to lose if I drive?"

Pam raised her head. "Organs. Lives. Lunch."

The scowl on Harleen's face deepened as she folded her arms. "Fine." With that, she jumped into the seat directly behind the driver's seat, pouting childishly. Selina paid her no mind, turning to the rest of her friends.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

Carol was the first to get in, jumping into the passenger seat. Leslie looked at the pink lantern, her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, I called shotgun when we made out the map!"

Carol just laughed, turning towards Leslie, her eyes half-lidded. "Should have taken it sooner, Leslie."

Leslie growled and sat in the backseat, mumbling something unintelligible and most likely profane. Pam stepped into the car next. Once Harleen spotted her, her countenance brightened up. She grinned and patted the seat next to her.

"Hey Pammy!" She shouted, even though they were all close enough for her to just speak normally. "There's a seat for you here!"

Pam just groaned. She looked at Doris. "Can you do me a favour and sit next to her so I don't have to?"

Doris nodded and took the seat next to Harleen, whose smile faded as she sadly looked down at her feet. Pam just took own seat, squeezing in next to Leslie and pulling the belt over them. She didn't know why Harleen looked sad about that and, quite frankly, she didn't care.

Though now that she thought about it, Harleen had been acting a little weirder than usual over the past few weeks. She was trying to get closer to her, it seemed. Trying to give her a hug, attempting to get her plants' good graces... it was bizarre. Hell, she had even stopped messing with her. She didn't know why. All that she knew was that she really didn't want another Jessica on her hands. One was more than enough.

Selina leaped into the driver's seat, shoving a CD into the slot. She turned to Carol. "What song to you want?"

Carol smirked. "Track 9 - Dreams of Euphoria."

Selina heard Doris groan, but she didn't pay her any mind. "Alright then." She quickly pushed the button until the soft guitar music that was characteristic of the song was heard. She started up the engine. "Everyone buckled in?"

Looking at the mirror above her, she saw them all giving her thumbs-ups.

"Great! Then let's go!"

With that, she slowly brought the car out of the front yard. As soon as it was pointing right, she slammed on the gas pedal, causing the car to speed off.

And with they, they were on the road, laughing all the way, knocking down a few post-boxes, and being completely unaware of their passenger in the back-back seat.

What's that you say? Me, an amateur writer on this site, trying to bring the Harley and Ivy relationship back to how it usually is over the course of the story after Lauren Faust made Pam find Harleen totally annoying? No, not at all!

Well, maybe.

As you could probably tell, I've planted some seeds of the characters' internal focuses. Can you identify them?

Also, the reason no one noticed Barbi in the boot was that the bag was totally covering her body, allowing them to accidentally kidnap her.

Please like a favourite or a review if you enjoyed, and I'll see you soon (sooner than The Batman is coming out, anyway THANKS COVID).