AN: PLEASE REVIEW
I got company, borderline disorder, that's me
Manic energy, can't you see I'm living the dream?
Every morning, violet sky breaks up the ice
Living on them lies, my perfect paradise
I'm spun
Hit me up, light me up, then we can go for the crime
I'm spun
Spun / / Ängie
Bruce was tired of parties. He just wanted to get out of there. But, sadly, he had promised Tommy he would stay for at least a little while. He felt very strange in the room full of ghouls and goblins, dancing like maniacs and drinking like fish, dressed in his casual clothes, leaning on a wall, trying to avoid scrutiny.
The door of the Frat house opened, releasing a new torrent of monsters into the room. Two redheads, one dressed as a fairy, with vines wrapping up her body, and even around her iridescent wings, and the man wearing zombie makeup haphazardly applied like he wasn't all that interested in coming, but someone said he had to.
Directly behind the redheads, a blonde stood, and Bruce felt his eyes widen at the sight of the woman, wearing a halter-top tied behind her neck, "Barbie!" Embossed across the chest, and cropped so that just a hint of skin showed between the top and the high-waisted daisy dukes made of the same high shine Latex she was wearing, a sky-high pair of baby pink heels finishing the outfit, her blonde hair teased high and styled voluminous and sexy.
Bruce was stepping forward to introduce himself before he consciously decided to do so. The two redheads had wandered off, in search of party favors, more than likely, but upon seeing his approach, the blonde's neutral expression became questioning, when he stepped forward, slightly annoyed at being approached.
"I'm sorry, I was across the room, and saw you come in, and I just had to say hello," Bruce put on his most charming smile, making it a bit bashful, hoping to improve her immediate impression of him.
At first, the blonde looked confused, then she smirked, "How many drippy drunk sorority girls do lines like that work on?" she said with a huff of a laugh, her voice sharp and witty, with a hint of an accent slipping like silk through her words.
Bruce took a moment to think, as the sound of the woman's voice shocked him, much sharper than he had thought, given the softness, the girlishness of her face. He smiled, "I don't really do these parties usually. So, Hi, I'm Bruce, what's your name?"
The girl's eyes widened, before she laughed a bit, "Bruce? Bruce Wayne? Wow, you're taller than I thought you would be." she looked at him, still angling her head to see him, she would guess he was about 6'1. "Oh, uh, I'm Harley, hi." she finished, smiling.
He laughed back, amused at her reaction to recognizing him. "So, Harley, what are you studying?"
"Psychology I believe, I haven't fully decided yet, but I've always been interested in what makes people make the choices they make. And you?" she gestured, before swiping her hands and smiling, "No, don't tell me, business? Law?"
He smiles sheepishly, before shrugging, "Undecided. But I don't envy you if you are going into psychology, I had my first lecture from the head of the department today, and he seems like a dick. I mean, I heard the rumors, "The Fearsome Dr. Crane" but I never knew you believed it himself,"
Harley blinked. "Oh! Were you in the morning 101 class?" Bruce nodded. "Well, hey, you have a study buddy if you like? I'm in that class too!"
Bruce considered he hadn't seen her there, but he hadn't been honestly paying attention, his mind was on what it always was, how pointless this whole thing is. How meaningless his life is, and how little he deserves the life he has.
"Wow, that would be great, I know I'll need it." he laughed. "What do you think of this first assignment? I have no idea what story I'll choose."
Harley nodded, "I think I'm going with A Clockwork Orange, I can help you choose a book if you want?"
"That would be awesome, thanks Harley," Bruce was surprised to find that he genuinely liked the woman, found her abrasive, and funny.
A bass-heavy sexy song Bruce didn't recognize came on, and Harley grinned, holding out her hand to him, "Wanna dance?" Bruce stared at the woman, unsure if she knew how entirely electric she looked, more than half the women in the room and nearly all the men were watching her.
"Uh, I can't really dance," Bruce admitted sheepishly, before Harley rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm and dragging him closer.
"Of course you can, you're Bruce Wayne. I know for a fact you've had a million dance classes before."
Bruce shrugged, "Not for this kind of dancing." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, only to giggle and step back when his face turned a violent shade of red the minute she was pressed against him.
"That's so cute," She giggled.
Bruce cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry I need to get back to my place, I'm behind on homework" he muttered before spinning and making his way out the door. Sorry, Tommy. He thought as he hit the threshold of the party, but even friendship has limits, and public humiliation is mine.
"Did you just scare away Bruce Wayne with dancing?" Pam said
"Shit! I'm picking up that bell tonight I swear to god, Pam!" Harley clutched her chest, in only half Faux shock.
"Nice try!" Pam laughed, offering Harley a can of coke, "Answer the question."
"No!" Harley laughed, taking the can before backing away, though only for a moment before stumbling over someone's foot, and falling into them.
"Whoa!" a rumbling voice came from behind her.
"I am so sor-" Harley started while turning around, only to find herself staring into a man's chest. Even with her massive pink heels, that made Harley go from an incredibly petite woman at 5'2, to a nothing-to-sniff-at 5'9.
Craning her neck up, she finally made eye contact, blinking up at the behemoth man. "Jeeze pal, what are they feeding you?" she muttered.
The man broke into uproarious laughter, before replying with a grin, "Not enough."
Nice laugh, and a cute smile. Could be fun. "Hey, I'm Harley, what's your name?"
The man's smile was bright and sunny as he replied. "Guy," he said, shaking Harley's outstretched hand. "Guy Kopski. Nice to meet you." he ran his other hand through his shaggy brown hair.
/ / / / /
The dingy light in the dirty gas station turned the room a nasty yellow color that made Harley look jaundiced, especially in the long dark coat she wore to cover her Barbie costume. Her hair was still a mess from the make-out session she had with Guy in the bathroom of the frat house, so she had pulled it into a bun to hide how awful it looked. This line is too long, Harley thought with no small amount of desperation, despite only being third in line.
She hadn't wanted to go anywhere after the party, but after Guy had taken her last cigarette, there was no way she would make it through the night without even one. She had a coffee in her hand too, loaded down with sugar and cream, and she was sipping on it sporadically while tapping her foot in impatience.
The old hag at the counter finally stepped away after she finished buying her lottery tickets and the man ahead of Harley stepped forward to pay.
"I am on pump 5, and I need a pack of Marlboro ultralight 100s." A quiet voice left the tall man and before Harley could stop herself she exclaimed "Professor Crane?"
The man's back tensed, before he spun and looked down at the (now much shorter, due to the flats she slipped on from inside her car) young woman.
"Ah! You're one of my new students, from the 101 class. I believe I remember you." he smiled lightly.
Harley smiled back. "Heh, yeah, I'm Harley, I wanted to introduce myself after class today, but I was scared I would seem like a suck-up." she laughed.
He chuckled back, "Ah, yet another time it is but fear, holding us back from what we desire."
What do we desire? Because I desire to hear you say that word a few hundred more times. A blush rose to Harley's face as she looked up at the professor, clear blue eyes, looking into his now nearly smoke-grey eyes.
"I apologize, but I must ask," the man said, seeming scandalized by the question. "Is that coat made of alligator skin?"
"Close! It's genuine Crocodile leather! Dyed red of course. I got it for a steal from this tiny vintage-slash-antique place, over near Cherrys, which is this great little bar over on entertainment mile-" Harley stopped herself, noticing the man's eyes widening and a small smile starting to form. "Gosh, sorry Professor, I get carried away sometimes. I think it's the caffeine!" she laughed pointing at the coffee.
Now finished paying the good Doctor stepped aside, staying to speak to this young lady who was too charming for his own good.
Looking up and smiling at the dazed teen behind the counter she said. "Two packs of Newport 100s, soft pack if you got them. And this coffee." she dug into her small heart-shaped pink purse, which Crane found entirely too endearing.
"No, please, let me," he said, grabbing her arm both to stop her from digging in her purse and to get her attention. Her eyes hit his within a moment of touching her, and they looked… hungry. Swallowing silently, Crane reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a bill without breaking eye contact with the woman.
Harley was enthralled and also aghast at her actions, brain foggy and slow with arousal, which wasn't helped by how close the man was.
Dr Crane was entranced with the woman, never felt so pursued, though she had done nothing at all, it had become entirely clear to him, in this moment, that the young lady in front of him, wanted to have her way with him.
She bit her lip, taking her things, and seemingly unconsciously fluttering her lashes at him.
A bit of her Halter top showed around the neckline of her coat, and Johnothan wanted to see what she was wearing, but in equal measures knew that it was a terrible idea, both for himself, and the young lady.
After a moment, he smiled again, nodded, and stepped out of the situation. Hoping that young Harley would understand that he was far too old for her.
He likes me too, I can tell. Harley thought to herself and wondered why her heart was strumming in her chest like a speeding metronome.
