The Dark Heroes
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Naruto x Harle x ?
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Story start
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Pamela Isley, better known as the Eco-Terrorist Poison Ivy nowadays sat in her greenhouse. Currently the mint skinned woman was currently nurturing some flowers, or as she called them her babies. Though, at the moment her mind wasn't on her babies. Right now the woman was worried about one Harley Quinn who was rumored to have disappeared weeks ago.
She was terrified at the possibility that the Joker had finally gone too far. More times than she could remember she had taken in the bloodied and beaten woman. She was tossed out by trash by a man who didn't know the meaning of compassion. Every time she would nurse Harley's wounds and nurture her spirit only for Harley to go back to the demented clown over some preconception of love.
'Fool. Why did you have to be such a damn fool Harley?' Initially when they met Ivy merely tolerated Harley as the unusual acrobatic woman had skills useful for heists. Though as time went on she soon grew to care for her and consider her a friend. Sure, Harley could be impatient and childish, but she was such a good person at heart. A person with such a passive spirit anyone with a strong personality could dominate her.
Poison Ivy was jarred out of her thoughts by the sound of an all too familiar voice. "Hey RED! Ya here? Thought I drop by for a visit."
And with that Harleen almost found herself mobbed instantly.
The two of them gathered in the dining room, both with a cup of coffee. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"
Harleen's face soon became downcast, looking down at the floor like a child being scolded. "Sorry Red." Ivy sighed, cursing the fact that her relationship to Harley had been making her soft. "Are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad." She paused, refocusing her thoughts. "I just want to know one thing? What happened to you?"
"I needed some time to heal. The Joker roughed me up pretty badly." Ivy found herself surprised at two things. The fact that she referred to Joker with contempt and that she didn't use any affectionate term like pudding or Mistah J. "That was when he found me." Harleen continued with a love struck sigh.
"He?" Ivy pressed her. Ever since the incident that changed her Ivy had held contempt for most people, particularly the other sex. Since most people cared about their own interests and comfort, destroying nature in the process for a mad race for power and technology. As such Ivy's interaction with people was minimal at best, with Harley being one of the exceptions. Regardless of any possible objections she might have had, per her own perspective of Harley falling for someone else, literally anyone was a step up from the Joker.
"He's the sweetest guy Red. He's funny, loving, sweet, and he's never even laid a hand on me. In fact he doesn't treat me like a henchwoman or slave. He wants me to be his partner; he's even training me and helping me through my issues."
Ivy was withholding judgment. This new guy of Harley seemed too good to be true. Then again, so was the possibility of Harley wising up and leaving the Joker. Time after time again Ivy wondered why the blonde stayed with the Joker only to receive the answer, 'for love.' Ivy decided she would begin planning on how she would poison and torture the Joker later. Right now she wanted to learn more about Harley's new guy.
As she was contemplating this she couldn't help but notice Harley's new look. The woman was wearing a cropped bustier top is black polyester interlock knit overlaid with an orange vinyl corset, laced in front with narrow black satin ribbon. She was also wearing low-rise pants with alternating vertical panels of orange and black poly interlock, with an elastic waist. The belt and choker were both crimson vinyl with non-functional buckles and back Velcro tab closures; the choker had an antique brass-tone buckle and the belt has a silver-tone buckle. The elbow-length gloves were vinyl on the back and interlock on the palm, in black and orange along with boots.
On one hand, she was no longer dressed as a Harlequin, a fool, suffice to say but orange? Where on Earth in her head did she get the idea that orange was a good color?
"Like the new looks?" Harleen asked, striking a pose. "Sexy, Sleek, or Stylish? Don't keep me waiting. Tell me whatcha think?"
"Why the orange?" Ivy bluntly asked.
Harleen's cheeks burned red. "My Pudden likes orange."
Ivy had to repress a shiver. "Harley." The woman began. She was growing concerned that this situation just might the Joker over again. After all, most abusers wouldn't be anywhere near as rampant or successful in their sick cycles if they didn't have charisma.
"It's not the same Red. I mean he's even a superhero you know."
Ivy's eyes widened at the revelation. "Does he know who you really are?"
"He knows, like I said he's helping me become a better person. He's the one for me. I don't know what I ever saw in the Joker. Now that he's out of my life, I'm becoming the woman I was destined to be...a hero!"
Sure enough things had changed. So much time had passed since her revelation weeks ago and when she started getting over her injuries.
She was having a nightmare; her screams tearing through the apartment as her blue eyes frantically scanned the apartment. "NO, Mistah J, please!"
She drew herself into a tight ball. Her eyes flashed quickly around the room as her body shook in fear of the Joker's wrath. She was out of her mind in hysterics.
"Harley! Harley, calm down. Listen to me, you're safe, the Joker isn't here." Naruto began consoling her. Her eyes were looking right through him, her own fear playing tricks on her mind.
Harley cried out in fear. "Don't, Mistah J! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me no more, please!"
Naruto grabbed Harley's face to shake her and made her look him in the eyes. "Harley, LOOK at me! You're safe. The Joker will never lay a finger on you gain. I promise." Slowly he saw the blue eyes begin to focus and she blinked rapidly.
"N-Naruto?" Her voice was shaky and hoarse and gave way to a deep fear rooted within her.
"Yeah, it's me. Everything is okay."
Harley launched herself so quickly and forcefully at Naruto, he was momentarily stunned. They went over side of the bed as the woman buried her face in his chest, choked sobs escaping her lips.
"It's okay, Harleen, you're safe now. It was a nightmare. It wasn't real." He smoothly spoke as he held her in his arms. Naruto stayed there and held her until she finally came down. He stayed with her for what he was sure was like hours until Harleen fell back to sleep.
The two friends continued to talk as they began moving on to others things. Like Harley's decision to become a hero. "Do you even think it would be possible? After all you're still a criminal and considered clinically insane. All it takes is for the wrong person to recognize you and you're thrown back in Arkaham. "
"I already considered that. I've talked with my old boss Joan Leland. I'll be going under intense counseling not to mention being monitored by a super hero to make sure I don't get into trouble helps. There was talk about politics or saving face or something or another. All I know is that it makes the Asylum and by extension the mayor looks good if they can start rehabilitating super villains."
It was starting to make sense now two of the five great motivations behind the majority of human actions. Money and Politics. "What about a job? Have you considered what you're going to do for an income?"
"Believe it or not I'm still qualified as a psychiatrist. Once I'm rehabilitee I'll put in a transfer to Silver City." Considering how corrupt and incompetent the system in Gotham was, Ivy couldn't say she was surprised by this oversight. Time flew by as the two continued to catch up until Harleen had to bid her goodbye. She gave Ivy a hug and gave her the number and address of the hotel that she and Naruto were staying at. Apparently they came to the city for a few days to collect Harleen's things and began the long tedious process of changing her address, location, and all the other legal matters that came with moving to another city.
Ivy looked over the information in her hand. Despite Harley's insurance she decided she would scope out this Naruto guy and see if he was good enough for Harley.
"Harley?" Naruto called as he opened the door. The room was rather pitch black. "I got back a little earlier than I thought I would. I heard the stories that this place was corrupt, but good heavens, I had to help six little old ladies that were being mugged and that was this block alone." He finished as he flipped on the switch. Instead of his bubbly blonde hair roommate laying on the bed was none other than Poison Ivy wearing thin green negligee. She smiled at him. "Hello there handsome, the name is Poison Ivy," she breathed.
Naruto's only answer was confused and incoherent babbling.
Ivy grinned. "Like what you see?" she purred. "Harley's description didn't do you any justice. Now why don't you come over and let me show you that Poison Ivy can have its be-ne-fic-al uses as well."
Arriving at his apartment only for a mysterious and super sexy villainess to suddenly appear out of nowhere trying to seduce him? Meh, it was the far from the strangest thing that has happened on a Tuesday night.