What kind of chapter is this?! What do you mean? I mean, where's the main character? This sucks buckets, man. *cries* I don't own this... *sniffle* I sure hope you don't own this content, ya untalented dingus. P-please enjoy the chapter. *snorts* Like that would ever happen, people hardly ever review this. *smirks at other half's pain-wracked sobs*
Harley Quinn was getting increasingly more pissed off by the second. Her Joker was currently wrapping an arm around that stupid, idiotic blonde airhead. Why? Why was she never good enough for her sweetums? Harley just knew that she could do so much more for her love than that Witch could ever even think of! So, why did she feel like she was losing?
There had to be some way that she could beat her rival, there just had to! But how could she do that all alone? She needed allies… and who was that Quinn spotted at the bar, who was practically steaming while she glared heatedly at the blonde amidst the laughing crowd sneering at that fool, Riddler? Why, none other than the decidedly most powerful supervillainess that the world had ever seen. Poison Ivy.
Harley felt as if a luminescent bulb had been fueled by electricity and lighted up with her new idea. I'm going to team up with Poison Ivy, and we're going to be awesome. The best.
And together, we will destroy Luna Lovegood.
Catwoman had just been staring aimlessly around the room, and had been contemplating abandoning this insane get together, when she noticed something. Or more like, someone. Harley Quinn was smirking while strolling in her direction; or more precisely, Poison Ivy's direction. And why does that cause me so much unease?
Oh. Because Harley Quinn was known to be head over heels in love with Joker, and even a person with severely impaired eyesight could see that The Joker seemed to be quite taken with the blonde chick. And Quinn looks like she's noticed Ivy's dilemma. This could prove to be troublesome.
"Ivy! I have an idea that I know you're going to like!" Harley's impossibly wide grin made Catwoman want to escape into the air ducts.
Poison Ivy quirked an interested eyebrow, and motioned for Quinn to continue.
"You hate Luna Lovegood, correct?" Harley asked jovially. Ivy nodded.
"Well, I hate her too! So how 'bout for the sake of our futures and careers, we join together and take her out with the power of love!" The crazy woman yelled, pumping her fist in the air. "What do ya say, you in?"
Catwoman guessed she was only humoring the psychopath groupie. Because no one in their right mind would ever make a deal with Harley Quinn, the princess of insanity herself. There's just no way she could seriously consider believing anything that came out of that oddball's mouth.
"I accept."
Catwoman gaped at the plant user, not understanding the messed up guidelines that the universe had thrown together like a Picasso painting but was somehow supposed to be seen as logic.
"I also volunteer Selina as our strategist."
Catwoman -aka, Selina Kyle- let herself collapse onto her back on the bar counter. That was… that just sucked. I have to admit, she mused to herself, I was totally asking for this when I decided to attend this freakshow. I'm just not insane enough to understand these people. Then she frowned contemplatively, at least, not yet.