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“Don’t yell at me.”
“Well look, I’m sorry, a’right?! This day is already chalkin’ up ta’ being the worst and then I haven’t been makin’ enough from heists, so no chocolate syrup!! Doya know what a tragedy that is?!
“So of course I’m gettin’ all yell-y! Today is the worst!”
“How bad does it look?”
“Oooohh, yikes, Harls...” The other looked over the torn backing of her alternate’s outfit, trying to find any way they could possibly salvage it from the horrible state it entered...but to no avail.
“The zipper is utterly ripped apart an’ with a slash like that in the spandex... Ya just can’t repair somethin’ like that! Ya still got spares, right? Cause if ya don’t, I could try to make somethin’ like it, but it’ll take quite awhile...”
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— € for a bad memory that still haunts them
There’s quite a few that could make the list and the one that Harley consciously says doesn’t bother her does...but it’s because she believes it’s stupid when to her mind back then, it was horrible.
It was the day her father was having another one of his rages, a tad drunk, and tore into her room. Harley scrambled out of his way and was fine, but he destroyed the place. Cops had to drag him out while Harley hid in the only place he didn’t get into; the closet, of course.
Bed broken (it was wooden), stuffed toys ripped apart, various trinkets on the ground, most of all shattered...
For a child around seven, that was a nightmare. Nowadays, it’s repressed and Harley does her best to dismiss it as nothing.
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— ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life
Harleen stared down at her notebook, a mechnical pencil to her lips as she went over her list of admirers. People who were head over heels and obvious about it, the shy ones...even the ones who might not like her that much, but had the possibility of falling deeper for her.
As the usual for Gotham, it was raining outside. Honestly, did this place ever have any other weather aside from overcast, gloomy, and raining? Harleen was beginning to believe that such a thing as “sunlight” never really existed...
A knock on her door had her to her feet, discarding the notebook into her backpack as she adjusted herself for what must be one of the lovestruck boys who tailored to her needs and fawned over whenever they got the chance to. The door opened and that was confirmed by the ruffled, unkempt ginger hair and blues peering at her, hopefully shy, from behind his glasses.
“Fred! A delight,” she said warmly, a smile blooming on her face. His own flushed as he nodded and held out a folder.
“H-here ya go, Harleen... The paper you asked me to do!”
“Awwe, thank you!” To be so sweet was sickening, but whatever she had to do in order to get through this place, the better off she’d be. She kissed him on the forehead, thanked him again, and managed to get him off her back with relative ease.
Once the footsteps became near quietly dim, Harleen sighed in aggravation and looked over the papers. It wasn’t bad at all... This should do her some good for this assignment!
After all, her only goal was to get in and out of school as soon as possible, no matter the means. Then she could get into Arkham and start delving into the minds of the world’s greatest...! Maybe even find a reason for her father’s own horrible choices while she was there. Nothing says “success” quite like a ton of money from the novels she’d print and figuring out her own father....
Surely, all things would go right, then.
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— 〆 for a childhood story
Harley was actually into gymnastics for quite awhile as a kid. Stellar at it too and practically born ready to compete in championships.
However, what with her father screwing up things left and right, not only did her parents stop caring, but she did too and eventually gave it up.
Once she learned how to build herself up to confidence and an air of pride, she got back into it with even more vigor, using the training to keep herself lithe and gain admirers who she could get to do things for her. She never competed, but... She almost wished she had.
Harley & Ivy
Ship Meme!
Who’s the cuddler: Harley more than Ivy. While Ivy likes cuddles, it’s Harl who always starts them and even does so while they sleep.
Who makes the bed: Ivy! Harl will just leave it a mess, so usually the other has to come back in to keep up the tidiness.
Who wakes up first: Ivy again. Harley sleeps in usually and rarely wakes up before ten, while Ivy likes to get up when the sun is to get a headstart on the day.
Who has the weird taste in music: Definitely Harley. She can go from Evanescence to Weird Al freakishly fast.
Who is more protective: They’re both pretty damn protective of each other, though perhaps with Ivy being slightly more so.
Who sings in the shower: Harley! She loves to sing and is under the impression doing so makes her a better singer. Ivy meanwhile, will hum at most, unless showering with Harley, in which they’ll often duet.
Who cries during movies: HARLEY!! Ivy rarely, if ever, sheds a tear, but Harley really gets caught up in the emotions of the movie...
Who spends the most while out shopping: When they’re actually spending money, they both can get expensive... However, Harley is a tad ahead of Ivy here.
Who kisses more roughly: Overall, Ivy, but if Harley is feeling needy, she’ll really get her point across...
Who is more dominate: Ivy...and Harley loves it that way~
My rating of the ship from 1-10: 9/10
