The night was murky in Gotham. The smoke clouds from countless factories polluted the air, coving the sky. The bright city lights were the only guidance in the desolate city. The stars covered by the toxic gasses and false bright lights. Headlights shone beams on the dirt riddled roads. Tires splashing through puddles and the occasional party were the only noises to be heard.
Up atop one of the many skyscrapers sat a shadow. A shadow that could bring fear to the hearts of villians everywhere. Devon observed the bat. He was moping she deduced. Tutting as she watched him stare at nothingness. His dramatic position and the hit of the bitter breeze made it look as if he were posing for some photo shoot. Devon rolled her eyes. Silently the little hopped from roof to roof, uncaring of the blood that still coated her.
Devon dropped down when she reached his side. She sat with her feet dangling off the edge of the building. The Bat had tensed once he noticed her arrival, but he said nothing. Instead he watched the petite woman carefully. She didn't care.
Finally the chocolate eyes pierced into him, her gaze not faltering as she studied him. "You okay, honey?" She asked in a friendly way.
"You're Sprite." His deep gravely voice stated the obvious as he stared dumbfoundedly at her.
Internally Devon sighed. 'Really? No shit.' She thought sarcastically to herself. Still, she merely smiled pleasantly and shrugged her shoulders at him. "Never really understood that pseudonym." She turned her head, looking over the darkened city, glancing curiously at the road, very far bellow. Idly she wondered if it was certain someone would die from this height, or merely break all of their bones. She entertained the thought of sliding of the edge and finding out but soon shrugged it away. She had things to do.
"You're a murderer." Batman continued, as if she hadn't realised. Devon simply gave him an unimpressed look. And here she thought he might actually be clever. Guess not.
She turned to look at him again, an eyebrow raised in absent minded curiosity, "Well, sweetie, from what I heardsies, recently so are you. Broke that no killing thing." Her voice sung the tutting. She cared neither about the lives lost or his broken rules. Everyone breaks their own rules eventually. It's inevitable. She internally sighed and thought of her own rules. She wondered when she would break them.
It took Devon a while to notice Batman's lack of response. He didn't answer, didn't show a visible reaction. He just stared out into the darkness. Devon could practically feel his brain working in overdrive. "You wanna talk about it, hun?" She offered softly. She playfully nudged his arm with hers.
Batman was truthfully not going to answer. Telling a psychotic maniac his problems never once crossed his mind. Instead he planned in simply leaving. But his limbs didn't move. Before he could even process what he was doing, he spoke the words that had haunted him since before Harley Quinn, the Joker and Trine's wedding. "I love her."
Nonplussed, Devon shrugged, "Lucky you."
Batman had been expecting something else. He was sure what, but he expected something- more. "She's a criminal." He pointed out, wondering if he'd get a better reaction.
Devon snorted and rolled her eyes. "Technically being a vigilante, is a criminal offence. So, so are you." She patted his legs with little care and lots of patronisation.
"Her best friend is Harley Quinn." He revealed, as if this ought to make the assassin outraged or shocked.
Devon turned her head to him. She cooked it to the side, looking like a confused puppy. "There a reason we're not saying Kitty Cat's name?"
Not for the first time Batman startled. "How did you...?"
"I did my research." Devon shrugged and patted his leg again in reassurance. "Don't worry, Bruce."
Batman startled yet again. Devon couldn't figure out why he continued to be surprised. He sighed in resignation, "Do all villains know who I am?"
"In fairness we know who most you types are," Devon turned away from him in favour of looking of the dank city. "But you'll seem to enjoy hiding yourselves so much that we just leave you be." Devon never did truly understand the secret identity thing, but whatever.
Devon soon got bored of the echoing silence. "So." She drawled. "Selina?"
"Her best friends husband is my worst enemy?" Bit the way Bruce said it now sounded like a question. It was as if Devon had confused him on where he ought to stand on things. She blended black and white and made a brilliant grey. But, still, grey had never looked good on him.
"Really?" Devon was finally shocked. She looked over at Bruce and frowned, "I thought you and Mr King were friends." She admitted as she studied the vigilante.
Bruce have her a confused look back, although the mask blocked off much of his expression. Still, the eyes are key. "Of course not. I arrested-"
"And let him escape." Devon cut of his argument rather quickly. "And let him kill." She listed. She shrugged, "The criminals of Gotham are all pretty famous and- if you did your job well- they wouldn't be." She said this with no judgement, the way one might say 'the sky is blue' and 'ice is cold'.
"I'm trying my best." He bemoaned tiredly. He ran a gloved hand over his masked face.
"Aren't we all?" She smiled softly. 'Poor thing,' she thought, 'I broke him.'
"You here to kill me?" He finally asked, his eyes studying her blood splattered figure.
"Why does everyone always assume that?" Devon whined indignantly. A small pout rested on her lips, her face scrunched up adorably.
"You're a hitman." Batman said as if it was obvious (which it really was).
Devon snorted, half amused, half affronted. "As if my marks would be alive long enough to speak to me."
Batman had no response to that. Instead he heaved a heavy sigh. "You're odd." He stated to the little.
"Oh, honey." She smiled patronisingly, "So are you." He stated at her she jumped up. "See ya later alligator!" She sang and wiggled her fingers at him. With that she skipped off, jumping silently, roof to roof, until the darkness encompassed her.
"Dove!" The yell startled Devon awake. With a groan she pulled herself up. Heedless of her attire she stumbled to the door of her apartment.
"I was asleep." She groaned at Trine as she opened the door. The other little looked far too chipper for that early in the morning.
"It's midday." Trine laughed as she looked over Devon's outfit- or, rather, lack of an outfit. The shorter little was wearing white lace lingerie and matching white lace thigh high stockings.
"And I got to bed like an hour ago." Devon droned, bleary eyed. "Come in." She told Trine, stepping to the side. Once the perky girl was in the door, Devon swung it closed.
"Mama and Daddy are gonna be coming to." Trine informed Devon, who'd disappeared into her bedroom. "Uh, is that okay?" She checked as an after thought.
"Sure, honey." Devon grumbled, as she pulled on an oversized, light blue, knitted sweater over her lingerie.
"You're kind of grouchy." Trine informed Devon cheerily.
"Not a morning person." Mumbled Devon, as she messed with where some of her stuff lay.
"It's not morning." Trine grinned at her.
"And they say I'm a brat." Devon mutter and rolled her eyes. She pushed her long sleeves midway up her lower arm. "Want a drink?" She offered.
"Ooh! Please!" Trine bounced excitedly- she really had looked forward to meeting up with the other little. The week had been such a long wait.
"Glass, plastic cup or sippy cup?" Devon offered, still mostly asleep.
Trine lit up happily, "Sippy please!"
"Water, milk, orange juice, or pineapple juice?" Devon said, as if she was reading them off a list.
"Orange please." Trine chirped.
"You can sit down, you know?" Devon smirked, eyeing the couch behind Trine.
Trine blushed, suddenly slightly shy, "Thanks." She smiled sheepishly as she went to sit down.
"No problem, sweetie." Devon said, passing Trine a Lilo and Stitch sippy cup. Trine giggled happily at it.
A cheerful pattern knocked at the door and Devon internally groaned. It was too early for happy people. It's was too early for any people.
"That'll be Harls and J." Trine helpfully informed the very grumpy Devon. Sluggishly Devon walked to the door.
"Hi." She muttered to the pair as she opened her door.
"Hello, dollface." The tattooed face of the Joker smiled manically at her. Before the duo swept into her apartment.
"Sure, come right in." She muttered. Harley and Joker ignored the rude comment.
Swing the door shut, Trine shuffled around. She grabbed herself an Alice in Wonderland sippy cup and her Jellycat octopus- October.
Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, she filled the sippy cup with it, before curling up on an armchair opposite the trio.
"That's healthy." Joker commented with his usual predatory purr.
"Glad we agree." Devon grinned in a cheeky, tired way.
The quartet spent several hours talking before the littles finally grew bored. What is the cure to boredom? A tea party. To be more precise, a little's tea party.
The quartet sat crisscross on the floor, Joker and Harley the only ones allowed to poor the teapot (for there really was tea in it). The littles and several stuffies sat in a circle with the two caregivers. Trine and Devon had become fast friends, and currently couldn't stop the bursts of giggles escaping their cheerful mouths.
Devon and Trine were making faces at each other when Devon suddenly said: "Don't stick me with that tranquiliser or I swear to sugerplums, imma pitch a fit." Harley slowly receded the tranquiliser dart from where it hovered behind Devon's neck.
Harley gave no apologies and Devon expected none, instead the quartet simply continued their play, the dart not mentioned again.
It was only a couple of minutes later when the edges of Devon's vision began to blur. In her head she cursed her own stupidity.
"You put it in my drink." She said without malice or anger.
"Sorry, doll." Joker shrugged. He caught her unconscious body as it fell.
Devon groaned as she woke. She glanced around the room. It was pretty plain, although Devon noted Harley sat near her. "Now that was just mean. Couldn't've done something nice, like get me blind ass drunk?" Devon complained good naturedly.
"Morning, Dove." Harley grinned.
"Not cool, Harley." Devon tutted as she sat up on the double bed.
Harley handed Devon some painkillers and water. She made sure the other woman drank the whole glass before she began to talk. "You gotta understand, that this is our town, and a vulnerable little makes our brainies go too haywire. Then we can't run things proper."
Devon snorted. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Queeny, but I'm not vulnerable." She sassed grumpily.
"I'll put it a different, ah, way for yeh." Harley said in a voice that made her victims run for the hills.
"Uh huh." Devon prompted, not particularly caring.
"You're new. Our baby wants ta be your friend. You're gonna be staying here so we can have a looksy at you." Harley purred like a predator chasing prey, but knowing they've already won.
"Sounds dull." Devon shrugged, her nose wrinkled up in a look of mild disgust.
"Weren't asking." Harley sang with a beaming grin shining on her face.
"I got that." Devon snorted, studying the clowns expression and body language. "Whatever, I can't be bothered so let's go with your out of whack plan."
"Glad we could come to an agreement." Harley grinned happily.
"But two things." Devon warned seriously, "I'm not your little. You don't get to tell me what to do or issue out reprimands or punishments."
"Deal." Harley agreed easily. She'd expected no less.
"Good." Devon chirped. "Now I'm going out. Got a vacation to have. Caio!" Devon skipped out, not even bothering to change.
"You're covered in blood again." Trine greeted Devon when she finally got back to the trios home.
"Yeah." Devon nodded, glancing over her stained sweater and thigh high. Rips laddered the stockings, the blood on the bottom of them was partly her own, frome scrapes due to lack of shoes. "It happens." She shrugged.
"Once you've cleaned up, d'you wanna play?" Trine offered with an excited smile.
"Ooh, what we playin'?" Devon grinned cheerily.
"Dress up?" Trine offered shyly
"Yay!" Devon squealed, skipping to her a signed room to change. Trine followed happily after her.