Harley laughed to herself as she ran down the alley that she so often met her friend at. Cartwheels and back flips between almost every step was what made her different from many villains. She was flexible, agile. She could kick some major a**, and perhaps that was why Mistah J kept her around. As she skipped around, she pulled her leather jacket off and tossed it to the side. As she reached the portion of the alley that was filled with roses, she paused. Reaching down, she picked one up. The thorn pricked her and she quickly tossed it to the ground, irritated. "Hmph. Stupid Batsy! Hurting me even when you're not here!" she stomped her foot against the ground. Her pouting soon turned into laughter as an idea popped into her head.
She pulled a match out of her pocket, lighting it with haste and throwing it into the pile of roses that lay on the ground.She had wanted to throw one of her destructive grenades, but felt that was a bit much for the alley. Some memorial that was, truly. The least Batsy could have done was protected his precious roses. Without much more of a word, she took off again, running toward the spot that she knew she wold find her friend.
"Ohhhh Reddddd!" she called out as she pranced up toward their meeting spot, knowing that the woman was probably already here.
OOC: Me too, sorry about the delay! Dɪᴀʙᴏʟɪᴄ ♥ Lᴏᴠᴇʀ: Mr. J, always♥ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs; Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs: Red!
Pamela was a woman of extreme punctuality, which always resulted in her being the first person in meeting spots. If she was said to be somewhere at a certain time, she would go her way to make it at least 5 minutes early. However, for her dismay right now, the person she was meeting was the one and only person she can count on in this crime-filled world, Harley Quinn. Harley was known to have a few ... well, many loose screws in her head, and as a result, she was a person who easily got distracted. Most of the time, she would be late when catching up with Pamela in her nightly disasters, for the soul purpose of anything she sees while walking distracted her. However, she was smart, gorgeous, and agile, strengths that truly worked well with Pamela as Poison Ivy. This only meant that Pamela will have to wait for the girl for a while before they can get into trouble.
Like expected, Pamela was early and Harley... No where to be seen. She sighed, knowing full well it was her own fault. " Why do i always come early when i know how Harley is." She spoke to herself as she had arrived in the alley where they always met. She looked to an empty spot in the alley where she slowly raised her hand and instantly, she summoned vines and bark to form a chair for her to sit. She sat down, her revealing costume fitting perfectly against her curves and her dainty leg crossed over the other. To pass time, she began to glance at her nails, summonly a hard type of plant into her hand and beginning to file her nails elegantly. If she was to wait, she would at least work on her beauty. After all, that was one of her main priorities.
It was a while until she heard the clacks of heels come close to the alley, her plants warning her about a presence coming close. A big loud call echoed in the alley that she knew all too well. A grin filled the red head's lips. " Well well, if it isn't the Joker's Wild." She said loudly from her hidden spot. It wasn't until she finally got up from her vine chair that she and Harley met eyes. " It's be a while Quinn!" She said to the outspoken girl.
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