PARTYTOWN U.S.A: THE OLD GODS STILL LIKE TO PARTY

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THIS IS A GOTHAM THEMED Fic WitH HARLEY AND IVY SERIES AND SUICIDE SQUAD VIBES. LET IT RAIN, INSANE!

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LET YOUR MUMMY LOOSE

Halloween.

Ivy shut the blinds of her high rise a shivered. Harley and she had decided to go to the bar for ghouls' night and show their support to Kite Man's new business venture, and get witch – faced, why not?

However, Harley was not a fun child to drink and drink without restraint. Ivy knew it, despite their deep enjoyment of said good times. Harley was dressed as what appeared to be a seat devil with a jester hat like her old costume, while Ivy was going as an undead – headless, lady boss CEO because she didn't want to stick her ass out for tonight more than she needed to.

"Babe, baabe!" As Harley swooned over the ensemble, the giggled on about that night, lips unstrung and unwinding before the greatest scare of all.

"My marshmallow puff isn't gonna have ta lift a pinky tonight, I swear it. I'm gonna WHAP those dumb kids if they even so much as throw one toilet roll on your shoes. We got this!"

"Don't, is that a cross bow??" Ivy gawked and gripped the device while Frank the mutant plant laughed on the sofa, watching Vincent Constantine Ghoul reruns in his def. "Oh, she's got it out fo' ,Lil Timmy an Susie since that last year you two broads trick r' treated on their street, you couldn't get the pepper spray outta Harley – I don't mean the eyes ny any things nec –

"Cut the crap, Frank. And no. I don't want he'll being raised on this….hell- earth, place. I mean Gotham is doing fine!" She defended. "We just fixed up some public schools and got donations in for those without their parents during the last gang War with Two face. That fucker –

"I am telling you!" Harley sighed while hanging her head and putting down the cross bow. The tail moved with her emotions, which was really freaky. "You are the flipping Mayor now. You had the CEO piss farm of the league on lock-up from day one of being in office and was never prouder. But tonight? I'm your knight in shining effing armor so don't lift a finger and drink till your ratings go away up with the small people-

"Or the tabloids put me up in lights, Harls. I'm staying sober, to drive us home. And, Frank??" Ivy turned to the pot puffed plant as he coughed her way, eyes bobbing atop his, plant skull. "No summoning anything by mixing my pheromones together. – I'm not a dang witch."

"You thin – I'mnot a familiar either, mama! What do you take me for? I even clean when you two ain't in."

"No parties to raise the dead." She titled as Frank puffed and nodded, begrudgingly. "You got it. No portals to the under world of untold magic mushrooms. Yeah…we got so high that time, and I'll keep it spotless! You two go tell KM I support his new venture. And bring me some damn good bars and shit. I need a new fix if I'm not buying out."

"Will do, Frankie." Winked Harley as the two left the complex together. Frank was alone…yet in every area of the home, there was life. It was Halloween in Gotham. "Fuck, this marathon thing, I ain't a lazy fern…. come on out, Barry! Jessica! They're gone." He whispered and then called out louder to a Pothos like himself, a sprinkle of formula given from Ivy 's "do not touch" stash.

"Why you being such a Dick to Ivy? She's housing you in more than pretty Terra cotta, dumb ass."

"Fern? Shut the fuck up and listen. This year, the queen of effing fables hooked me up! I got a real Grimoire for our monster bash. I know, cause it even smells like a corpse. So shut the hell up and get the candy out. I know you stashed a shit ton of the white pixie dust and I won't be saying no to a real witching hour."

The idea that objects come to life when you're not looking, made sense with wood and stone as the house was soon a strobe light filled, pot scented and coke collective of miscreants that Ivy should have turned to the wood chipper long ago.

"Hey, biggie, take out the book! I wanna see you summon that big ass red dude this year. He needed ta lose some pounds!"

"MAN? Fern, you asshole! That guy is crazy big, not fat. I know a fat shark and he's no match for my dude in hell. Oh, but this one page, this woman was all about drinking till you die. Said she is a performer to. Does guitar, maybe we can get her to join the crazy, I'm gonna try it."

Frank opened the book as light poured out and it howled. He started to chant from its pages in Aramaic or something far older, the face of the woman in his mind as difficult to process as he didn't mind giving up the ghost, should he get cursed by her in the process.

"WE SUMMON THE GODDESS OF FUN ABD MERRYMENT, THE DEITY OF THE ANCIENT PYRAMIDS AND THE MATRON OF THE SKY GOD – HORUS, COME FORTH…. THE GODDESS, HATHOR!!"

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The light show it gave off, died with a sputter, the book bouncing from his tendrils as it flopped like a fish; a leg so golden ended up popping out, an ear like a cow and of course, the cutest giggle.

Frank watched as through the book, sprang a giddy teen girl with dark hair and eyes, a cow's tail and ears as she dusted off her dress. He felt disturbed by the false advertising. "Damn! You're underage! I gotta report you –

"Throw her back in the book…hic*!"

Frank rolled his eyes as Hathor looked around, her ears twitching to hear yet her first thought was on what was in a big keg by the back of the room. "Hah!" She giggled and ran. (She's a loli but not a teen, they only think she is. She also won't talk until later.)

"Stop that kid! Artie! Quit getting high off your ass and catch Miss Hathor!" The whole room was wasted out of their skulls as Hathor wove by like a true pro and grabbed a beer, not stopping yo figure out how it worked. She let out a belched and then, she was very talkative, and we'll endowed. "That's better. My reserves were low. My Gods! You went all out, nice!"

Like a valley girl, this woman was not the teenie bopper but a real heart stopping alcohol loving diety." You, you summoned me?" She raised a brow and pointed at Frank, who cane forward. "I did, but what are you? First you were an underage brat, and now –

"I was weak, and this helps." She pressed the cold bottle to her face and grinned. "Oh! I can liven things up. I play a ton of music, and sing? Got a mic?"

What…. she was, who was this??

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"Every year these brays see me like a pin up barbie and summon me, so I out go their drinkng, balling, passing idiot and they don't have much to say after that. I'm not just ten stomachs- I'm the whole package!"

"PARTY…"

Arrow dropped his blunt as it fell from his lips.

"Beast."

"Rude, I'm a cow goddess, and I need my time out on the town. Not running the effing underworld, here. Move aside!"

When she drank, she never got wasted. Two times they had someone run out when she yelled for more. This time, wine.

And boy, did she ever!

"My heart will go ooon!!!"

Her karaoke for a god was decent, so no one got shaken up, but duets became a battle to the stands. If Ivy or Harley ever met this witch, they'd be kicking her ass to the first floor through a window.

She even played a special sistrum with a cymbal like balance, and flashed. Frank saw with his eyes under it, not a person.

But a mummy. Stone cold dead as her real face poked out. "Oh, shit."

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She trailed dirt as the moon got even more red. The party was hell as Frank felt so weak and under watered. She was dousing him in wine all along as she laughed in his ear. Until the door was pounded down.

"Ey! I saw the strobe lights, idiot! We said no –

"OH…WOW."

Harley saw the vampire drained guests and the mummy with a pretty face. "Hiii! You made it…um….who are you again?"

"You didn't….you did it AGAIN, FRANK?? I TOLD YOU NO –

"He's gotta out party me or die. It's in the damn curse."

"AAARGH!" Harley stomped her foot before snapping her fingers. "Sister? You need a bar, because they only know how to get hated. We, drink."

"Not like that!"

"CALL HIM." Hissed Harley to her boss wife. "He owes us from the last time. You know, that guy –

"BATMAN." Ivy felt her eye twitch. "Would lose half of his shit."

"Don't care. Even mummy goddess stealing their souls!"

"Life force. I'm no under creature. I'm royalty, bitches!" Hathor threw up her hands. "Well? Who's my opponent?"

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He was in Blud tormenting Nightwing, thankfully as the hulk of hate, animosity and a strategist down to his inhuman core came in through the door at nearly to petite Harley and Golden Glider, seven.

He weighed more that Bruce and had to be their secret weapon.

"Death – me –

"Shut up. Where is she?"

"HEEY…" Harley waved carefully back to Deathstroke, still in uniform as many hid. Others shielded their eyes or started to drool at his…. abs.

"I was out hunting hawks, why did you call of all nights, Quinn?"

"To….out drink, an Egyptian mummy goddess…?"

He didn't say a word as Hathor eyed him from across the bar. He walked. "You're not to call me for anything else. I'm not finished tormenting my favorite trickster."

"We know about your ob –

Ivy was hushed as Psycho didn't say a thing. He wanted to, though. Nightwing was prime rib to this big bad tiger.

"Was a rescue mission gone wrong. Lucky for you, like I said." He hissed, heading to the booth as the going got good. "Hii, so I hear you like to drink?"

"I've never had the pleasure. Hathor, matron and ally to Isis?"

"You are cool and a smart one…" She purred, the first round coming out. "I heard also you can't get as shit faced as those two. I wanna see it…when you lose your composure to a God…" She downed the first, lips licked of the foam as he did her a solid and drank one, then two in half that time it had taken for one.

"You were saying?"

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"SEVEN…ALE…. WHO ARE YOU TWO IN REAL LIFE??" The queen of fables put down her drink, already looking green by howmuch they'd done for in under five minutes. "You…are not as cool as me…"

He saw as her bone mass was changing back to when she'd first come from the book. Like a good lesson learned, he'd get her to spill her guts properly.

"SHIT! FOUR MORE! I'M…. NOT DONE."

Slade was unfazed as he wiped his lip. "Did you stutter just now? Maybe, just my imagination." He chuckled, downing two more as King Shark had passed out just from the tension alone. Gg was fanning him while Chuck bit his nails down too low. "They are gonna –

"Babe. They're gonna need our beer. You can always brew some more."

"But those hops were specially harvested out of the state….I….dang it." Chuck hung his head as the grunts of an angry child had the crew look up. "She's she…-

"Is currently, breaking the law." Bane took the last ale mug away as Hathor whined and tried to hop up and down, yet sge was much younger than before. "Asshole!! Im not looking at you, I want that! Give it!"

"Time for good boys and girls to go into bed now."

"I agree." Slade pulled out a check book as he started to scribble on something and handed it to Chuck on his leave. "Now, we're even. It was fun embarrassing you all. Maybe the next time, you wl put your mutant plants in a glass terrarium?"

"Yeah, could work." Muttered Ivy as Harley walked the hulking winner out.

Golden glider slipped over to her hubbies looked at his face, before seeing what he saw. "How much did you get from that scrooge-

"Holy shit!"

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And so, Slade paid off the full tab of both he and the now banished parry child, while the next night, Slade had the worst case of heartburn he'd ever experienced. Red hood was cackling behind him as the story popped out. "She cursed you, dude. Rose dressed up as White Rabbit. You need a pill for it?"

"No. Thank you." Growled the merc. "It's a parting gift." He snorted. "For not drinking since my days in Nam. How about that?"

"I won't tell Wing - Nut if you won't? Deal?"

Slade extended his hand, thinking something was coming, but no. Just gas as Jason had to burst out laughing again. "I have to meet this chick! She got you good!"

"Get over yourself, Todd." Slade let go and dropped down to the fire escape below them. "I'm not going to indulge even if you'd had the resources to tie me down to a round two. Besides…" He smirked, "She's underage, by a thousand or so years. You'd be breaking a big law, boy blunder."

"HEY!"

Slade hopped away practically as Jason threw cusses at the elder individual. "What do you mean, hey!!"

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Hathor likes to party but only for a small price to be seen, entertained and kept alive. Any takers? Find out!