Authors' Note: Hello dear reader, I'm so sorry I (Katie) haven't updated in a while. Don't kill me please. I'll try to update sooner next time, okay? I hope you enjoy. As always, comments and reviews are much appreciated. :)
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Harley fidgeted in her micro skirt. True, she was used to wearing short skirts, but this one was reaching dangerous levels. It was the only thing she had been able to find though. She had decided not to wear her costume because it was a little roughed up and she wasn't sure if it would be okay to wear it to the nightclub. Did villains wear their costumes around each other just for looks? She glanced over at Ivy, the nerves showing just a bit. What if they didn't like her?
Ivy grinned at the exploding sound of the music and went straight toward the VIP booths. She loved this environment...not so much the people but the bright lights and the colorful scene of dancers letting go of all their thoughts and moving to a more base instinct of physical activity. Ivy was dressed carefully for this occasion. A skin-tight dark green dress flattered her curvy figure perfectly.
Harley followed behind Ivy carefully. When she realized they were heading for the VIP booths, she got even more nervous. She caught Ivy's hand as they got even closer. Her voice was an urgent whisper, "What if they don't like me?" Impressions mattered a lot to her. A bad first impression can hurt you for life.
Ivy waved her hand in the air. "Of course they'll like you," she walked over to one of the booths and pulled the curtain. Ivy's signature smile pasted on her face. "Harvey, darling! How good to see you," she leaned over and kissed him on his good cheek. Penguin was in the seat along with a couple of whores. Ivy yanked one of the overdone dolls out of the seat next to Harvey and sat down. She made sure he could feel her leg pressed up against his own. "I'd like to introduce you to one of my friends. Harley Quinn meet Two Face," Ivy gestured for Harley to sit down wherever.
She sat down in the closet seat, offering a dazzling smile to the two men she recognized. Who wouldn't recognize them?! Harvey Dent, or Two Face, one of Batman's ultimate foes. The Penguin was well known for his organized crime. She could feel her cheeks heating up, "It's a honor to meet you!"
Penguin held out a hand for her to shake, testing her. She hadn't flinched at Harvey's face, so she should be fine with his hands. And she was. Interesting..."Well, I do believe I can take the liberty to speak for both of us when I say that it is quite lovely to make the acquaintance of one so pulchritudinous as yourself. Am I right, Harvey?"
Harvey shrugged. Poison Ivy was back to speaking with him again. That was quite the surprise. She had been furious at him at their last parting. She was still as beautiful as ever with that sensual smile. Ivy had him twisted and tangled over her. It was very unlike her to take on an apprentice though. Poison Ivy didn't share the spotlight often and if she did...well, he was sure she had some ulterior motive. "Sit down if you want," he said gruffly. His eyes followed her every movement. She didn't seem too uncomfortable. Harley did have pretty blue eyes that went with her blonde hair like a doll.
Ivy assauged Harvey's reaction. To a normal person, his face would have just looked impartial and impassive. But, Poison Ivy knew him a bit too well. He would give her a chance and if she could prove her intelligence he would be interested. Ivy giggled inside a bit. Perfect.
Harley beamed, sitting down across the table from Ivy. True, Harvey's face was a little scary to look at, but it was also endlessly fascinating. And the Penguin! She knew he had been born like that, which made it even more intriguing.
"Tell us, Pamela, how has life been treating you?" Penguin leaned back in his seat now, draping his arms over the two girls closet to him. Ahh, how wonderful it was to be powerful! He exchanged a quickly glance with Harvey. Later he would have to ask what was going on in their relationship. It was so hard to keep up with.
Ivy cringed a bit. Pamela was not her name anymore. She looked at Penguin coldly, "Life's been going quite well lately." She turned to Harvey. Ivy didn't like whores. They were the at the bottom of the social abyss. Women who gave up control over their own lives and who would do anything for money. That was worse than a tragedy. She leaned up to whisper in Harvey's ear, "If you could send these other girls away, we could actually talk Harvey. I'm dying to talk." She put her hand over his heart.
Two Face watched as Harley smiled and attempted to talk to Penguin. She seemed too...innocent to be connected to Ivy. He grimaced at Ivy's words. What in the world would she want to say to him so badly? He leaned toward the girls and told them he would see them later. He faced Ivy completely and tried to put some distance between them. The past kept coming up like a virus.
Penguin tried to ignore the cold shoulder he had been served as he continued his conversation with the lovely new addition to their table. She was so brilliantly radiant! What an amazing addition to the collection she would make! As the girl went on answering his various and sundry questions, Penguin found himself wondering what a sweet little child would be doing with Pamela. They seemed like quite polar personalities. This idea was added to his list of topics to discuss with Harvey later.
It was getting easier to talk now. Harley found herself starting to actually enjoy the conversation, despite the fact that Penguin's speech was a little proper for her taste. He came off as slightly pompous. There was also that glint in his eye, as if he was eyeing her like some sort of trophy. Well, at least he liked her.
Poison Ivy was having a wonderful night. "Would you like to dance Harvey? You can come too Harley, dear." She smiled and held her hand out to Two Face. He wouldn't refuse her. He never did...never could. She just needed him to like Harley a bit. Ivy grabbed his hand and pulled him toward a secluded corner. "So, I was hoping that you might join me and Harley for a little....early morning fun," she said quietly.
Two Face raised his eyebrows. "What kind of fun?" he asked in a low voice. He had a lot of ideas. A threesome would be something new for him.
Ivy laughed when she saw the interest grow in his eyes. "Nothing like that. I would like you to see Harley in action. I want to see what you think of her. Do you need some information obtained?"
Harvey thought for a few seconds. "I would like to know about this one police officer. Officer Brian Grant," he said carefully. This was an odd request for even Ivy to make.
Ivy grinned, "It won't take long. I promise."
"Excuse me." Harley chimed as she slid out of the comfy booth. Ivy had already pulled Two Face over into the corner and it looked like they were having a pretty important conversation, so Harley hung back for a bit. There was obviously something between the two and she didn't want to mess that up. When Ivy glanced up, waiting for her arrival, Harley walked forward, "What's up, Red?"
Ivy shrugged nonchalantly, "I was just wondering if you could do me a favor? There is this file I need and...well. Harvey wants to come along to for extra support. I don't know if I can get it by myself though. We can talk about the details in the car if you are willing."
"Sure!" She smiled her best smile. This sounded like fun! Even if she hadn't wanted to do it, she owed Ivy for all the generous hopitality. One little file would be pretty easy to get. "It's the least I could do to pay you back for all the help you gave me."
Two Face nodded. That was a...kind thing to do. "I'll drive," he said as he reached for the keys in his pocket. His car would be faster and more unrecognizable then any of Ivy's cars.
Ivy looked up at Harvey, "So, do you know the layout of the police headquarters? I'm not too familiar with it myself." She started thinking of the best ways to get inside the building. They could put on an act or do it the easy way—just slip in the back door unnoticed.
"Ooooh! We're going to break into the police headquarters?!" Harley wasked with wide eyes. This would be even more fun than she thought. "Just wait till I tell Mistah-" She cut herself off. Thinking about him made her feel like a knife had been stabbed through her heart. She hadn't heard a thing from or about him since she left. It made her nervous, not knowing what was going on. What if he was hurt? A slight frown tugged down her smile as her thoughts wandered down that dark path.
Ivy frowned. Harley shouldn't bring that up right now. This was the wrong moment for Harley to be thinking about the Joker. Ivy quickly thought of a new topic to distract Harvey. "So, I heard that the mob was getting into weapons dealing in addition to drug smuggling. Is that just a rumor?" Ivy lead the way to Harvey's Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. The sleek, black sports car was definitely the most beautiful car in the lot. Ivy decided to get in the back seat. Maybe if Harley would take the front one, Harvey would be more talkative. He usually was after the first getting to know someone. Ivy crossed her fingers in her lap.
Harley sat down in the front seat, noticing how Ivy kept glancing there. She had always been excellent at reading other people's intentions. In this case, Ivy wanted her to sit there. So, she did. She wished she had worn a longer skirt. This one was revealing a little too much skin. She was feeling a little self conscious, which was weird.
Two Face easily backed out of the parking lot and speed toward the police station downtown Gotham. He glanced at Ivy in the rear-view mirror to answer her question, "Yes. The mob is buying weapons now. I think they are expanding their reach a bit. Who is going to go in?"
Ivy smoothed her dark green dress and smiled, "I would like some information on Captain John Carter. He works for the Gotham City Police as head of their Environmental Protection Enforcement division. I don't think he's doing job correctly and I would like to look into his background a bit. We should be able to sneak in through the forensic lab entrance. There's not much security around there. It'll be a piece of cake." She leaned forward to rest her arm on Two Face's seat. She brushed her fingertips through his hair. "Thank you for doing this, Harvey. Would you come in with us? I'd like Harley to get a little practice but it's always good to have an extra pair of hands." Ivy promised herself that she wouldn't charm too much. She needed Harvey to play his part when the time came and that wouldn't happen if he was all over herself. She let out a small sigh. Business was no fun.
Harley shifted in her seat, tugging at her skirt as discreetly as possible. She turned so that she could look at Ivy, "So, Red, what's my job gonna be?" She was excited. The adrenaline was already pumping through her
Ivy leaned back. "Well, it would be wonderful if you could get the file. I think the hard copy one will do. They keep them in a storage room all alphabetized and everything. Harv, do you know where the room is? If you could show Harley that would be wonderful. I need to create a bit of a distraction because the chief's office is right across the hall. We wouldn't want him to come and see you digging through the file cabinet. "
Two Face nodded, "I think I saw it on the blueprint."
Harley turned even further in her seat, forgetting all about her dress and its length, "What're you gonna do for a distraction? I bet it'll be awesome!" She smiled, ever trying to please.
Ivy raised an eyebrow at the enthusiasm. "I have a few hybrid plant seeds that I always keep with me. They grow...explosively when exposed to carbon dioxide. It will be a sufficient enough distraction. I just need to plant them in the right place."
Two Face circled the police headquarters before parking a block away in an alley. He got out of the car and pulled off his jacket. He couldn't punch adequately while wearing it. Plus, he really didn't want any blood spatters. It was brand new. He checked his Jericho 941 semi-automatic pistol. It was loaded.
Ivy got out of the car and started to walk not even checking behind her to see if she was being followed. Anticipation mixed with adrenaline rushed through her veins. This was going to be fun.
Harley jumped out of the car, feeling like a kid on Christmas day. She felt so...energized. The cool night air rustled her hair and dress. "Just tell me when to go, Red." She wanted to prove herself. Not only to Ivy, but to every criminal in Gotham. She could do this.