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Scars
After the boy had been unceremoniously dumped onto one of the spare-rooms bed; Harley had taken it upon herself to cover him nicely with blankets before looking at his bruised face with a giggle. "I'll get you some ice for that nasty bump, sugar." She tells his unconscious form, swooping in to place a kiss on his cheek before skipping out the door.
When she comes back, it is with a tray containing a bowl of chicken broth and an ice pack wrapped in some clothes. Humming cheerfully to herself, Harley sets the broth on the bedside table and takes the ice-pack in hand, brushing back the boy's hair to place it directly on the bump -
She stops, eyes widening slightly as she takes in the scar shaped like a lightning bolt. "That's neat." She notes, one hand still holding the ice pack in place while the other reached out, "What could've given ya this, sugar?" Vivid green eyes fly open the second her index finger brushes against the scar; a hand grasping her wrist to stop her from going any further.
"Don't." The boy gasped, his eyes wide and vulnerable as Harley gazed back at him in shock.
Shock she is quick to shake herself from. "Where'd ya get that from?"
The boy's eyes seemed to focus slightly at that and he let out a groan of pain, his grip loosening so that Harley could pull her wrist from his hold. "You kidnapped me?" He inquires after a moment. Harley frowns at his avoidance of the question, opening her mouth to repeat it when the boy cut her off. "Are you going to start torturing me now?"
"That's not part of the plan -" Harley says thoughtfully, blue eyes lighting up with gleeful insanity. "But if you're into that - I'm sure I can arrange it."
The boy's eyes widened. "You're fucking serious - Why don't you just kill me?"
"What's the fun in that?" Harley pouts. "Besides, if I kill you - your eyes won't be as pretty -"
"My eyes?!" The boy stammers. "You kidnapped me because you think I have pretty eyes!"
Harley lets out a giggle, straddling the boy as he began to struggle, her hand tangling in his hair to pull his head back. "Well, not just your eyes, sugar." She tells him, her eyes flickering over his face appreciatively as she leaned forward so that they were almost nose to nose. "You are a very, very pretty thing..." She purrs, batting her eyes at him.
"Won't your boyfriend get jealous?" The boy questions, a bite to his words that only serves to thrill Harley even more.
"Maybe - but I do what I want; go where I want - " with each statement she leaned closer, until her lips were practically brushing against his with every word she spoke, her body pressed to his surprisingly toned one. "Fuck who I want." Blue gazed into emerald intensely as the boy's breathing brushed against her lips; a strangely pleasant sensation.
Harley loved the disbelief slowly growing in the boy's eyes - the slight flush that was creeping up his cheeks and the heavy beating of his heart that she could feel pounding against his ribs. After his cool indifference, the sight of seeing him actually react to her close proximity made the blonde woman feel how she should - powerful. But even as she drank it in greedily; feeling the air shift with something new and intoxicating that she could feel humming beneath the boy's skin, ready to lash out - it wasn't quite enough. Not for Harley who was used to having men practically drooling at merely the sight of her. So she leans in, fully intending to close the distance between their lips - to make this pretty thing with lovely, lovely eyes want to submit to her...
The young man turned his head so that she got his cheek instead. "I admit, I'm not used to this tactic -" The boy muttered, a note of smugness in his voice as Harley pulled back angrily. "But, you're going to have to do better than that to 'break me'." His eyes had gained a steely glint to them at those words; his jaw clenched as his words became like icicles: cold, and sharp. "More dangerous people than you and your boyfriend have failed."
His blatant disregard for Harley's and her Puddin's reputation and everything they worked for makes Harley snap and she pulls the boy's head hard so that it slams against the headboard, knocking him out-cold.
"We'll see about that."
However, once the red-haze cleared, Harley could not help but ponder his statement - wondering who he could have possibly tangled with in the past to be so unafraid of her and Mister J and if they had anything to do with the scar. She was eager to prove him wrong - to make him bow at her feet and have those pretty eyes looking up at her in awe.
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