Chapter 14 by Dogdog

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Interlude: Harley's New Friend Conclusion

Pamela's busy and, arguably stress-filled, morning had gone from typically chaotic to a more natural form of unorganized chaos. Yes, the type of chaos that she has grown entirely used to. She was in the process of handing the customer in front of her the food he paid for when a body crashed onto the food truck's roof, creating a human-sized dent in the metal exterior.

"Holy shit!" The guy sprang back and knocked his food onto the floor.

"Holy shit is right," Pamela raised an eyebrow at the plate that was now lopsided on the dirt ridden ground. "But that one's on you."

The dude didn't hear her; in fact, no one had paid her any attention after the abrupt crash. Most of the potential customers that were in line were no longer.... In... Line...

They scattered, most of them at least. Others had their phones out, and I few stared in a confused shock from a safe distance.

Giving them all a prolonged emotionless look, Pamela sighed and reached up to pull down the main window's gate. "Were closed." She added right before the gate slammed shut.

Obviously, her life is and has been anything but usual. That really does go without saying, but even when she puts physical effort into living a ''normal'' life and trying to get by the legitimate way, shit like this happens. Does this shit just follow her? Is she a magnet for the unpredictable? Usually, it's mainly idiotic men that follow her around; now, apparently, she has to prepare for random shit too.

Like, how was she supposed to expect something falling out of the sky? There's just some stuff that is out of one's control.

"Okay, what the fuck happened here?" There was a hatch in the truck's ceiling. Which is what Pamela had knocked open. She pulled herself up onto her shoulders to see what had caused the dent for herself. "H... Harls what the... What the fuck? Are you okay?" In her bout of confusion, she had switched between both pissed and concerned, it was a struggle to decide which emotion to stick with.

"Uuughhhhh...." Harley groaned, her body was arched in the fetal position, and she appeared to have someone, or something clutched to her chest. "Ohh god... That... Fuuuck... That was... Fucking... AMAZING!" Her pearl blue eyes shot open, and she pushed whoever she had been holding to the side, before rolling backward and up to her feet.

"Ummm..." Pamela voiced an air of confusion, with her still holding herself up by her shoulders.

"Oh hey Ives!" Harley, hands on her shapely hips, arched her back and twisted to each side. Making sure to crack back any loose or displaced bones. "I hope I didn't crash in on ya'h! Haha... Get it?"

"What the fuck."

"Hey watch your language around him!" Whipping around, Harley lowered her voice and shushed the redhead.

Pamela's gaze shifted away from her friend. And to the person who was sitting on the roof next to Harley. "You fuc... You didn't.."

"I fuc... I did!"

The three of them moved back into the interior of the truck. Ivy wanted to have a privet talk with her blond friend; unfortunately, it's rather challenging to have a one on one conversation when there are more than two people present. To keep the kid from eavesdropping, Ivy gave him a pair of headphones and her actual phone, so he could go wild. There were probably at least two games on there.

Probably.

Anyway.

"Harley, you kidnapped a fucking kid!"

"Oh please," Harley rolled her eyes and crossed both arms below her chest. "He followed me willingly."

"That doesn't fucking matter, he's a stupid idiot, you could have probably convinced him to jump off a cliff if you said there was candy at the bottom."

"You think so?"

"Yes." Ivy sighed, "This is... This is ****, and you brought him back to our legal establishment!"

Harley tilted her head, "Ehhhh, I wouldn't say it's totally legal... Remember I stole our fridge from that **** dealer a while ago?"

"Okay, well, it's mostly legal."

"I didn't even bring him here! He teleported me into the air, did you forget that?"

Giving the kid, who was now situated on the counter watching a youtube video on her phone, an idle glance. Ivy said, "I'm pretty confident you encouraged him to teleport you up there."

"I mean... I encouraged him to warp me inside the truck... Not really above it..."

"That doesn't... That doesn't change anything..."

"The kid obviously needs help getting down the basics of his powers."

"Mmhmm.." Ivy agreed, "So let's bring him back to his parents and let them figure that out."

Harley frowned. "I dunno if he even has parents. I found him hiding behind a dumpster."

"Yeah, well... That's not our problem, is it?"

A gasp lipped through Harley's lips, and she gave Ivy a wide-eyed stare. "How could you say something like that!?"

"What? Say the fucking truth? Harls he..."

"He came to us for help!"

"No Harls, I'm pretty sure he bumped into us by complete accident. Let's be entirely honest with each other. Okay?"

Harley rolled her eyes and stepped past Ivy. "Look. Clearly, he needs help... And also, he's really fucking cute!" She pointed a finger towards the boy. He was using both of his hands to nibble on a pretzel with soft and light bites while being entirely invested in Ivy's phone.

"Yeah that is really fucking cute." Ivy agreed.

Giving the kid a smile, she turned back to her friend. "How would you feel if he teleported into a wall? Just went splat! Like that." She snapped her fingers to emphasize her words.

"Obviously I'd feel bad, okay?" With a half-sigh, Ivy admitted. "But like... I wouldn't know it happened, so..."

"So you wouldn't care? Fine then." Finding resolve, Harley spun back around to face the kid. She reached a pale hand into his line of sight to grab his attention, before carefully picking him up from the counter and putting him down on his feet. "But I'm gonna'h help him!" Harley led the boy towards the back of the truck. She had to guide him by his hand since he was too invested with whatever was going on in Ivy's phone to look where he was going.

Raising an eyebrow, Ivy asked. "What's your real goal here?"

"What eh..." Harley stammered to a stop, causing the kid to continue walking and bump into her backside. "To help him? Ain't that obvious?"

"Okay," Ivy continued questioning, arms crossed. "And then what?"

"I'll... I'll... I... Uh... I'll figure that out when I get there, you know I don't think too far ahead!"

"Right."

"Alright!" Harley clapped her hands together. "Let's see how much of this warping ability you've got down." She crouched a step behind him, so her head was level to his. Pointing a finger over his shoulder, she added. "Just poof yourself over there."

Over there, was the opposing end of the soccer field they were standing on. Having left the food truck, Harley continued through the park until they came across an empty area they could properly practice in. Except, the field wasn't empty when they first approached. But a few airborne gunshots were enough to scare away anyone who chose to be in her way. She removed her light-green work uniform and had her sleeveless black and red top with her tight shorts on underneath.

"I... I don't think I can-"

"That's your first problem! Don't think, just do!" Harley urged. "Go on, just warp over there, and then jump back." She patted his shoulder. "You got this champ!"

"Can I get more pretzels after?"

Harley looked behind her and sighed. That full-sized bag isn't going to last much longer at the speed he goes through them.

"Sure... Once we're done... Now go!" She patted him on the back one last time, then sprang back with an acrobatic's ease.

Standing in silence, she waited to see him in action.

And she waited.

And waited.

And waited...

How long does it take this kid to move?

"Are you good buddy?"

"Yes.. I just... I'm not sure I can do it..."

Harley wasn't the kind to be full of patience, but she had to find it in herself not to slap her face in pure exasperation.

"You can do it! It's just straight across!"

"But..."

"Look, if you want your freaking pretzels, you're gonna do it right now."

"Okay!" He gulped and clenched his fists. Right as he did so, his skin began to grow with a hue of pink. And like a flash. He was gone.

"Nice!" Harley cheered.

She punched the open air with a smile on her face. But that was short-lived as she noticed a far off flash of pink light. Though, this one wasn't across the field. It was off to the side, against a tree.

The flash of light was more of an explosion as if the boy crashed in the tree by complete accident. And once she noticed what looked to be a small figure fly into the air by the said explosion. She knew the situation had gone to shit.

"Holy shiiit!" Harley gasped, cursed, and made a full-on dash towards the tree in a matter of seconds.

With her past, and line of work. She is very athletic, and could more than definitely beat most normal humans in a foot race. Honestly, she could be one of the world's top athletes if she cared enough to go down that path. So she would have been able to catch up to the tree in a quick enough manner.

But quick enough to catch the now airborne kid that she had encouraged to exercise his powers? Not likely, she was halfway across the field by the time gravity chose to send him on a course down to earth. And even if she were to have been able to reach him. How would she exactly catch the kid without killing him?

Or her!

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Cussing seemed to be all she could do, as her blue eyes followed the boy's movements helplessly. "Teleport down! Teleport down! Come on kid! Please!"

As he was a decent way off the ground, Harley felt the ground around her begin to tremble and waver. Looking down and around to find the source. She was given an answer by the three huge vines that crashed out from the earth. They sored up, towards the falling boy, and wrapped around each other to create a makeshift bed. Right as the kid landed on them, the lines sagged downwards at a slow right with his momentum. Until he was gently laid onto the ground.

Harley stared on in silenced awe. Her ample chest was heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline that was surging through her. Shoulders hunched, she dropped to her knees, fully relieved that the kid didn't smash himself against the grass-covered field.

After one last look that the boy was alright. She shifted her gaze over to the gaping holes that were now caved into the ground. The moistened vines that saved him were retreating back into the earth, having accomplished their mission.

Her red, painted lips curled up into a smile. "Ives!" Turning around, she saw Ivy, who was walking over with her hands resting in the pockets of her jacket.

She appeared to be very relaxed as if she hadn't just saved a kid from ****. "What's up?"

"You saved him! Thank you!" Harley jumped towards her friend and wrapped the green-skinned redhead in a tight hug.

"Y.. Yeah well..." Ivy brought a hand to Harley's chest and pushed her away. "You give a shit about him, for some reason, and I give a shit about you, so... So I guess by proxy, that means I give a shit about him too."

"You think he forgot about... Ya'know almost dying?"

"Mehh.." Ivy shrugged. "I mean, probably. Kids have horrible fucking memory, I'll tell you that." She had her attention fastened into the local newspaper held in her hands.

The three of them were settled on a park bench. Harley was slouched forward, resting on her thighs, she held her head up with her palm and studied the kid intensely. Event after event passed through her mind as she had been brainstorming on ways to help him get control over his ability.

"What if..." Harley thought out loud. "It just appears like he's teleporting... To us... But in actuality... He's just moving extremely fast!"

"Like the Flash?" Ivy looked up over the brim of her newspaper.

"LIKE THE FLASH!" After a half shout, she paused and lowered her voice. "Except... He can fly, I guess... Cause he dropped me off in the air before. My back still aches after that shit..."

"Mmmhmm." With her attention solely on the paper in her hands, she just absently nodded along with Harley's external thinking.

"And remember we saw him zooming around the truck like some drunken-out fly?"

"Yeah... Yeah..."

"Maybe that's the problem! He needs to slow down and-"

"What the fuck? They cut down all the trees in Gotham's east coast nature preserve!? It's a fucking nature preserve! It's supposed to preserve nature! That's the one place they're not allowed to shit in!"

"Ohh damm... I'm sorry Ives," Harley gave her friend a bout of sympathy. "You wanna go over there and kill those guys?"

"Hell yeah I do, those shit brains need to fucking pay!" The sides of the newspaper crinkled in Ivy's grip. "But we're in Central City, it'll take ages to get back to Gotham."

"Aww you're right... If only there was a way we could teleport over there in a few seconds..."

"Yeah well..." Ivy froze mid-second and moved her eyes up to Harley, who had an arm wrapped around the boy. And was waggling her eyebrows. "No."

The kid had his back rested against Harley's side, and she kept her arm draped across his shoulder. He was sat between the two female criminals, with Ivy's headphones back in his ears; he had her phone too, and was using it to watch a video.

It was a live video on Youtube, broadcasting a fight currently taking place in New York. It depicted an airborne view of the action. There was a massive woman, towering up to the size of the surrounding buildings. She swung her fist in a slow, low swinging arch. But what appeared to be slow, packed one hell of a punch. The large woman hit a smaller person, that was in the air, onto the ground. Where they crashed into the solid concrete road below.

It was Wonder Woman, who was taking on Giganta by her lonesome. But even though she had just been knocked down, in an attack that would have spelled instant **** for most normal people, Wonder Woman showed no noticeable signs of giving up. She was quick enough to remove herself out of the cement covered rubble and roll away from the massive foot that crashed into the place she had just been laying.

Looking to the wide-area that had now been reduced to a flattened paste, Wonder Woman gritted her teeth and sored up towards Giganta. Before the huge woman could react, she was punched below the chin with enough **** to cause her to lose balance and stagger backward.

Though, Wonder Woman wasn't about to let the building-sized woman fall over. Will all her might, the warrior princess grabbed Giganta by her yellow top and pulled the woman up. In a matter of seconds, Wonder Woman displayed her pure strength by lifting Giganta several hundred feet into the air. She the sored up after the villain and caught the woman with a considerable amount of effort on her part.

The people of the city looked up at what was taking place. Some in awe, others in complete fear. Everyone knowing that if Wonder Woman slipped, or if Giganta managed to get past her. The impact of the larger than life woman colliding into the ground from that high would cause the **** of them all.

But their concerns were for naught, as Wonder Woman knew of the severity of the situation and wasn't going to allow anyone to fall into harm's way. While Giganta was still dazed from the punch to the face. Wonder Woman took the villain for an air ride away from the city. Heading towards an open body of water.

"So you like stuff like that?" Harley plucked out one of the boy's headphones.

"Hmmm?" He looked up, and smiled at her. "Yeah yeah! Those people are so cool. I wanna do awesome stuff too!"

"You will one day! With how incredible your powers are. Trust me on that." Harley ruffled the boy's hair.

"Really?"

"Yeah! I say, we go back out and practice some more, that way you can be as awesome as Wonder Woman!"

"Okay!" He had put down Ivy's phone, fully invested in Harley's proposition.

Rolling her eyes, Ivy said. "Alright, call me when you need help saving his life again." She furrowed her brow and stared at her newspaper, intensely. "I need to figure out how to properly punish these assholes."

"Don't worry!" Harley jumped off the bench, and the boy mimicked her action. "He's awesome, he won't need help."

"Ivy, we need help." Harley angrily spat. Her entire body was soaked from head to toe; her blond hair was drenched, with the blue and red-pink dye she has on each side of her ponytails dripping multicolored droplets of water. "He's not... He's not figuring this out."

Ivy was on the same bench that they had left her on. She was curled up to her knees and had a notepad resting on her legs. Having spent the last hour brainstorming on ways to get **** while Harley was out playing with her new friend.

"And what do you expect me to do?" She asked.

"I dunno," Harley sighed. "You have powers, is there some trick to this shit you could share with us?"

Ivy opened her mouth to respond with a sarcastic retort when the kid came up from behind Harley. Him being just as soaked as the blond.

"I'm sorry, I keep messing things up..."

"Hey no, it's not your fault... Well... It kinda is but like..." Realizing her attempt to comfort the boy was serving to make him feel worse, Harley chose to shut up.

Dropping the notepad to the floor, Ivy groaned and turned to sit up and face the kid. "Look, your powers won't be something you'll just know how to use. I can't tell you how they'll work, it's different for each person. But you need to stop beating yourself up." Ivy's expression softened. "I like that determination you had earlier. You need to find your motivation. Find whatever pushes you, and stick with it. Know what you want, and go for it."

The boy blinked, "Uhh.."

"Yeah! She's right!" Harley agreed. "Just start-"

"Achem"

The ears of Harley and Ivy perked. They both glimpsed behind them to see two of the park's security rangers. One was a redheaded male, the other a female with flowing brunette hair, hidden by a green and white cap.

"So we've gotten reports of..." The female's voice trailed off into awestruck stillness. "Holy shit it's actually them!"

The guy spoke up. "I fucking told yah Liz! She clearly had green skin, who else would could it have been?"

"Shut up Chris!" Liz snapped back and used her left hand to pull the gun out of her hip holster. "I thought you were bullshitting me. And the whole field is green, so like-"

"Okay? So my eyes are just bad now?" Chris pulled out his own gun and pointed it towards the two criminals.

"We know what you guys can do, try anything funny, and we'll shoot." Liz narrowed her eyes and took a step forward. "So just surrender quietly, and no one will get hurt."

"Goddammit." Ivy sighed. "Could you guys leave? I don't want to injure people who work at a park. I respect you guys."

"No more talking, the police have been notified too."

Chris looked to be perplexed by what Liz said. "What? We didn't call them? I was going to, but you insisted that it wasn't a big deal."

"Christ! Chris shut the fuck up! They didn't know that!" She twisted an anger-filled face towards him, which had Chris instinctively recoil.

"I see, you were bluffing."

"Yes!"

He blinked and then looked past her back to the two criminals. "Oh shit."

"What?" Liz asked and turned to see what he was looking at. Only to realize what he wasn't looking at. "Oh shit... Where did they go?!"

Ivy and Harley had both disappeared, as if they completely vanished in thin air, without creating a sound or leaving disturbed foot tracks in the well-kept grass.

"How did they... How?"

"I don't know." Chris lamented, "But was it just me, or did I see a little kid with them too?"

"No, it was just you."

It happened fast. But from the perspective of the female criminals, they had been facing the two park rangers one moment, and the next, they were back in the safety of their food truck.

Harley blinked once, then twice. She shook her head and glanced back. The boy munched down on his pretzels bag as if nothing had just occurred.

"What the hell..." Ivy was honestly shocked and looked at her hands. "Damn ..." she checked her entire body and found that she was completely intact.

"Oh my freaking god, you did it!"

"I did?" He asked with a pretzel-laden mouth.

Impressed, Ivy replied. "You did. I must say that was very awesome."

"I KNOW RIGHTT?" Harley spun in front of Ivy, with a twinkle in her eye. "Think of the places we could go... the stuff we could rob... We'd be at the top of the charts in seconds!"

"Hold on, hold on." Ivy flicked a strand of rose-red hair out of her face and waved her hands to slow Harley down. "You said you're doing this to help him," She brought her voice down to a lower pitch. "When did this become about you?"

"Hehehe..." Harley rubbed her hands together and leaned in. "Who's to say we can't do both?"

"Aww I'm out." The boy shook his pretzel bag and pouted.

"Don't worry!" Harley bopped her head up and brought the boy back to her attention. "I know of a way you could earn yourself another bag, and practice those skills of yours!"

That look on Harley's face gave Ivy a sinking sensation in her heart.

"This is a fucking scam! You said you could get me to Hope Springs, not Keystone City!"

"Okay okay!" Harley attempted to soothe the inraged gentleman. "But.. But! May I ask... Are you sure we're in Keystone City?"

"THERE'S A FUCKING SIGN!" He full-on yelled while jutting an accusatory finger towards the giant sign that read.

Welcome to Keystone City

"Well, you can't deny the facts," Ivy admitted.

"I want my money back." The man seethed.

"Ughhhh, fine!" Harley rolled her eyes and returned the forty he had paid her. "Alright, let's go back..."

"Mhmm.." Ivy hummed.

"Yeah you..." The man began before a thought crossed his mind. "Wait wait! Take me with yo-"

"What? This isn't the mall?" The young woman observed.

"Yeah," Ivy noticed. "It's a tattoo parlor."

"Ehh, close enough." Harley shrugged.

Ivy sighed and pulled out the map. "No.. No... No, this is the completely wrong side of Central City."

"WHAT!?" The woman shrieked. "I.. I want my money back."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Harley rolled her eyes, and tossed the woman's money onto the ground. "Okay, let's go."

"Hey wait, you can't just leave me here!"

"Uh, yeah we can."

"OH SHIT!" Harley exclaimed the moment they were teleported onto the top of a building.

The guy who was supposed to be brought to the Daily Planet. Was instead warped to the top of a building. Except, in an unfortunate accident. While Ivy and Harley were transported to the building's roof. The ill-fated guy wasn't placed on a solid foundation. Instead, he was dropped off the side of the building, where he promptly fell.

It all happened too fast to even hear a scream. But there was a splat on the floor and a red stain now covering the sidewalks of Metropolis.

Harley and Ivy were both dressed in well-pressed magician outfits. While they carried around a box-like kart, with a fake magic orb splayed ontop. The idea was to bring anyone, anywhere they wanted with a fixed fee. While, in reality, the teleporting boy was in the box. The customer would tell Ivy where they wanted to go, Ivy then, circled the location on her detailed map and slid it into the box for the boy to know where to transport everyone.

It was a simple plan that ''should'' have worked. But that guy is now dead, so clearly, there are a few bugs that need to be ironed out.

"Oh ho ho fuck!" Ivy raised an eyebrow and chuckled at how severely they had just fucked up that guy's request. "Yeah he's de-"

"Did we do it right?" A little voice called out from the box he was seated in.

"YOU DID AMAZING!" Harley shouted to interrupt Ivy's sentence and gave her friend a glare.

Ivy rolled her eyes and said. "Yeah, you got him to Metropolis alright. So I call that a win."

"Yes!" The kid cheered.

"But we should seriously get out of here, we're in Kryptonian territory."

"This isn't Gotham city!"

"Fine!" Harley sighed, "Here's your money back."

"We're in the middle of the desert!"

Harley was annoyed. "Oh yeah? What gave it away? Was it all the fucking sand?"

"Might have been the heat." Ivy gave her two sense while fanning at her face.

"I want my money back."

"Whatever," Harley dropped the cash into the sand. "But we're leaving you here."

"What?"

"Oh my god! Thank you!"

"YES! WE..." Harley's glee-filled celebration was cut short when she noticed the guy they teleported was staring at the building suspiciously. "Is there a problem?"

"I think this is the wrong Big Belly Burger."

"FUCK"

"I have no idea where this is."

"Yeah, me neither. Here's your money back."

"We're not at my school!"

"Hey, we're at a school, so I say it's close enough."

"EVERYONE!" Hoping on the flimsy box, Harley placed her foot onto the fake glass orb.

The bustling street of people continued on with their day. Most entirely ignored her, while others just dismissed the screaming from an idiotically loud woman.

"Do these people not have anywhere to be?!"

"Maybe," Ivy took a swig from the can of soda she had bought. "But it's not like we're going to get them anywhere even if they did."

"Not with that attitude." Harley retorted. "We're having a flash sale! Nighty-Five percent off everything!"

Not a single person spared them a passing glance. Most, if not every single person passing had better things to be doing with their time.

"Fuckk.... Fine, the first person gets it free."

"Psssssst!"

"Hmm?" Taking the can away from her green lips, Ivy gave a curious glance towards the kid who had poked his head out from the top of the box.

"Did you get any-"

"Pretzels? Yeah, I did." Ivy retrieved a snack-sized bag from her pocket and passed it to him.

"Awesome!"

*Shapoof*

"GODDAMMIT!" Harley groaned.

She was heated with frustration and knocked over a trash bin. It's waste-filled contents spilled across the pavement, along with the fire that had been pushing her on. As the trash-bin fell to its side, Harley slumped onto the floor with it.

"That was the fortieth failure... I don't... I... Ugh..."

"To be fair that last one was fucking close." Ivy, who herself had gotten somewhat invested in this little outing, sighed and leaned against the magic box. "It was just a few blocks off." She idly flicked the fake glass orb.

"That girl was just so fucking lazy." Harley agreed.

Both women moved their gazes down to the box when a flash of light caught their attention. The boy teleported through it and rolled onto the concrete ground. His face full of what could be described as nothing more than defeat.

He sniffed. "I can't do it... I'll never be like those..."

"HEY!" Harley interrupted. She rose to her feet, and she tried to make herself appear much more confident in him than she actually was. "I don't know what you were gonna say, but it doesn't matter. You need to stop thinking about what you can't do and just do want you can do!"

"Yea.. And I can't..."

"You can teleport! I've seen you do it! Ivy has seen you do it! You moved us back to our truck before!"

"She's right." Ivy said, "I'm all for blowing at least one more hour practicing this... And you know.. If you accidentally bring us to Gotham, that would be great too."

The boy stared at the two women and took in their encouragement. "I..." His voice cracked. "I can't do it! I can't, I can't, I can't!"

Harley clenched her fists. "You're overthinking shit! Just do it! When I get stressed when there's something that needs to be done, you know what I do?" There was a pause, but before the kid could so much as get a peep out, Harley continued. "I just slap myself on the face, and do it!"

"She does slap herself, I've seen it."

"Ivy, slap me in the face!"

Ivy blinked and shot an incredulous look towards Harley. "What? I.. No... Why?"

*SLAP*

Harley brought the palm of her hand against Ivy's cheek with enough **** to send the plant woman staggering back a few steps.

Blinking again, Ivy paused for a brief second and brought a finger to her cheek to take in what had just happened. Then she stepped forward and slapped Harley across the face in a fraction of a second.

"Oohh! Yeah!" Harley recoiled back from the attack, appreciating the sting and red handmark that was left on her pale white face. "You see?" She spoke as if she had just displayed something remarkable. "Ivy retaliated on instinct alone, she just did it! Now that's what you need to do! Give yourself a little slap on the face, and just do it!"

"Umm..." The boy said, "Okay..." He took a deep breath and slapped himself across the face. Shaking his head, he had calmed his nerves and closed his eyes.

*Zzzsspooof*

"Woah... Where did he go?" Ivy widened her eyes and voiced with concern.

"I dunno, he didn't say anything he just... He just did it!"

"Okay, great. But now we'll probably never see him again cause he won't know how to get back here."

Harley smirked. "I..." And then frowned as her brain picked up on what Ivy had said. "Oh shittt!"

*Shapoof*

A sudden weight appeared around Harley's shoulders. "I did it!" He cheered and raised his hands triumphantly into the air, before losing his balance and wrapping his arms around Harley's head so he wouldn't fall off.

"Holy crap." Harley realized the kid had teleported back. On top of her no less as she felt him sitting on the back of her neck. With his legs draped across her shoulders. "You did! Nice!"

"Wow," Ivy was genuinely impressed and more than surprised that Harley's ridiculous advice did something meaningful. "Good job."

"Where did you go?" Harley asked, but felt a crunch in response and a few crumbs trickled into her hair. "Ahh, you got pretzels."

"Mmmhmm!"

"Excuse me!" A male voice called out, which prompted all three of them to turn their attention to the guy who was swiftly approaching. "I read that sign you have there." He gestured to the sheet of printer paper Harley taped onto the side of their box. "I have some errands to run, and they're all over the place. You think you could help me get to them?"

A smile formed on Harley's red lips, "Oh, of course sir!" She looked up to the kid on her shoulders. "We can figure out the price once we get you there."

"Great! And if we stop by the bank, I can give you all an extra tip! So... How does this teleporting thing work exactly?"

*Shapooof*

They reappeared in an alleyway, a little way off from the rest of the city.

"Oh that was amazing!" The man said as he staggered forward from just being warped across the city.

"Yeah, amazing right?" She nudged the side of the box.

"You guys really helped me get everything done quicker than I would've on my own."

"Okay, so we did all that for you." Ivy, haven given them their moment, decided it was time to cut to the chase. "Where's our payment?"

"Hmm? Payment! Oh, yes yes... Hold on a second." He held a hand up and reached into his pocket.

*Click*

He pulled out a gun, and aimed it towards the two women.

Harley blinked. And Ivy groaned.

"Are you fucking serious?" Harley asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any money for you, nicely-dressed ladies. So instead." He shook the weapon and cocked his chin. "I was thinking you two could give me everything you made."

"You're an idiot," Ivy said.

"Am I?" He grinned. "Because the way I see it, you have two options. You could warp yourselves away, and I get to go without paying. Or you could stay and give me your money. Either way, I win."

"Sorry, fuck face." Harley spat, "But we didn't make any cash today."

"Yeah, if anything we wasted money on these magician suits."

The man had a smug look on his face. "Sorry, I don't believe that... You-"

*BANG*

"GAAHHHH!!"

Being **** back by Harley, who had taken out her own weapon and shot the man before he could have had an opportunity to respond. He had dropped his weapon, his arm soaked in blood now. He retreated and staggered up against the alleyway wall and fell down to the ground.

"Guuuhhhhh.. What the fuck?! You-"

"Be happy she didn't go for the head." Ivy narrowed her eyes at the asshole.

"What happened?" The boy popped his head out of the box, then teleported ontop of it before looking towards Harley with childlike curiosity. Ivy's headphones were in his ears, and he had been watching another superhero Livestream.

Harley was quick to reassure him, "Oh, it was nothing important."

"Who... Fuck.. Fuckkkk... Who are you people?"

"Well, I pulled out my gun, so I guess the charade is over." Harley gripped the front of her dress shirt, and ripped the clothing off of her, sending the material soaring in the air.

"Why not," Ivy sighed. And ripped off her own clothing.

The man's jaw dropped as saw the two women standing before him in their recognizable getups.

"You're Harley Quinn! And... Poison Ivy!? What the fuck were you two doing disguised as magicians. Also, why are you in Central City!?"

"Ya'h don't deserve answers ta' any of those questions." Harley's curvy hips swayed as she stepped towards to downed man. She stuck an arm into her spandex swimsuit-like bottom and pulled out a baseball bat that shouldn't have fit in there. Using the hard metal bat to lift his chin, she gave him a charming look. "Butcha do deserve a wack in da'h face."

On instinct, the man flinched as Harley raised her bat. Expecting to be hit at a moment's notice, and Harley, fulling intended to attack him.

They were both surprised when there was no impact.

"Huh?" Harley felt resistance on her weapon and attempted to swing it down, but the tip of the bat wouldn't budge. "What the hell?"

"Holy shit, Harls it's Boob Girl."

"That's not my name, and you know it." A calm, female voice said. And Harley felt her baseball bat get yanked out of her grasp.

She blinked. Before turning around and looking up to see the face of whoever was intruding on beatdown that was well deserved.

But she didn't see a face. Only boobs... Really big boobs and... No wait, there was a face behind those tits. It was just completely overshadowed by that massive chest, especially from Harley's perspective on the ground.

"YEEEK!" Harley yelped and flipped backward so that she was standing next to Ivy. "Power Girl!? What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Well, I was just in the neighborhood when I heard someone call your names." Power Girl drooped to the ground, being in no real hurry. "And I was curious enough to check it out, I didn't know you guys were here. Howsa bout I bring you both back to Arkham? Don't worry," She placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. "You'll get free flight miles."

"Someone's proud of their package," Ivy whispered, and Harley nodded in agreement.

That remark caused Power Girl to frown. That's when she noticed the boy, who had been sitting in silence. Observing the evens taking place.

"Is that?" She said, "Is that the missing kid on the news today?"

"Ehh?" Harley asked. "Missing kid? What?" She turned her head around to face him.

"What? No way," Ivy reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the crumpled newspaper she had been reading earlier. "Yeah. Nowhere does it say here that there's a missing child."

"Have you read the other side?"

Not responding. Ivy flipped around the paper and scanned over its contents. A sigh escaped her lips, and she crumpled up the sheet and tossed it aside.

"Yeah," Power Girl crossed her arms. "You two are going away for a long time."

"Fuck." Ivy groaned. And Harley just stared at the boy, her blue eyes were locked on him as she was lost in thought.

But before Power Girl could take a step towards the criminals, they disappeared in a flash of purple light.

"I didn't know! I didn't fucking know!" Harley raged and punched the side of the food truck's wall.

"Harley quiet down," Ivy sighed. "Power Girl can hear like.. Everything. So keep it low." She too was upset, having grown fond of the kid. Even though she had known that there was a high possibility of this happening, she allowed herself to get attached and ignore her better judgment.

"I... I didn't know... But..." She looked towards the kid, who was sitting quietly against the back corner. "I also didn't really ask..."

Wrapping her arms behind her head, Ivy sat down on a stool and looked towards the kid.

"So... You guys are bad?" He asked quietly.

"Uhh... I mean," Ivy frowned, "Most people would say yes but... Honestly, you should come to your own decision on that kid."

"No... We are bad people..." Harley clenched her fist and slammed it against the countertop. Though, with much less effort than her lest physical exertion of anger. "At least I am... I didn't care to ask anything about you... I just thought of what I could do with your power and didn't consider that there was a person.. A kid... behind it..."

The kid looked at her for a few seconds, then gulped. "You don't seem bad, I think you guys are nice..."

"Yeah, you're a kid. You only see things one way. I'm a fucking adult, and I should have acted like one."

"OH MY GOD HARLEY!" Ivy was now the one who raised her voice. "I get it, you fucked up, we all do. Now get over it and figure out what to do next." She looked directly at the kid. "We could drop him off with the police. But they'd know that he helped us escape. That dream he had of being an awesome superhero-"

"Would be gone..." Harley sighed. She saw the frown as the kid realized what Ivy meant. Even if the boy didn't see them as villains, the world didn't live with the same viewpoint.

Like a criminal record, he'd be known as the kid who helped two murderistic psychopaths escape.

Looking into the boy's eyes, Harley felt the weight of responsibility loom over her as he looked back into hers.

She sighed one last time and smiled. Knowing what must be done.

It's not what she wanted to do. But it's what she had to do.

"Alrighty Ives, put on your evil face. If the world sees us as villains, then we're gonna be fucking villains!"

"So not only did they they kidnap him and **** him to use his powers to help them commit crimes..." Terra began before being interrupted.

"But they also demanded a randsom, yes... Which is new for them, but they are crazy so anything goes I guess." Power Girl said.

"Please, just let my son go!" The man pleaded, he loosened the grip on the suitcase in his right hand. "I have the money like you asked. Just..."

"Just give us the kid Harley, you're only making it worse for yourself." Power Girl floated down from her position in the air, she landed and cracked her knuckles.

Terra clenched her fists, and they began to radiate a white, yellowish hue.

Both Harley and Ivy looked toward each other before grinning maliciously, they let out a hearty villainous laugh.

"I wouldn't be so rude to us when we have all the cards," Ivy said.

"Yeah Ms, 'I'm proud of my boob job so I might as well show it off.'" Harley pressed her hips back and leaned forward, extending out an accusatory finger. "We all know those are fake! Unlike mine, heheah!"

"Wow they're evil and rude," Terra noted. Fascinated by this new tidbit of information.

"And wrong..." Power Girl murmured under her breath with red glowing eyes.

Terra felt a nervous drop of sweat form upon noticing Powergirl's reaction.

"Don't take another step!" Harley shot out a hand, "You make any sudden movements and the boys dead. Either Ives here crushes his neck with her grass powers." The little vines grew and twisted around the boy's tied down body. "Or..." She reached a hand into her spandex pants and pulled out a red and black painted pistol. "I'll do it myself." The barrel of the gun set a few feet away from the kid's head.

Power Girl's red eyes died down, "You're not gonna kill the kid, you don't do that."

A click was heard, signaling that the gun's safety was flicked off.

"Okay, okay! I have the money," The man stepped forward, but was blocked off by Power Girl's outstretched arm.

"Listen, you two are surrounded by police." Power Girl gestured to the multiple police cruisers and officers that were circled around them. "And you know I can disarm both of you in seconds. The only thing stopping me from taking you two down now is the..."

"Is the kid right?" Ivy raised her brow.

"Mhm," Harley nodded. "Because she knows that even with the speed of a bullet, she can't get to us before it's too late."

Power Girl sighed, "Yeah... So I guess we have **** but to give you what you want... But... Can I just ask why? Why put this innocent child's life in danger?"

"Heheheheheh...." Harley looked down to the ground and chuckled sadistically. She shifted her head up slightly, her eyes still shrowded in the shadow caused by her blond hair and the setting sun's lighting.

"Clearly, she doesn't know who we are." Ivy retorted, her face covered in her own shrowd of shadow.

"We're the most villainous duo of criminals you've ever been graced to see. We'll rip apart friendships, destroy happy relationships, and step on innocent lives without a second thought... And why you might ask? Because, why not! BAHAHAHAHA" Harley's voice was that of uncritically evil pleasure.

Even with Harley's gun pointed right at him, the tied down boy didn't seem nervous. In fact, with the way he looked at Harley, it could be argued that he felt comfortable around her, perhaps even safe, regardless of the current situation.

"This is low, even for you!" Terra spat.

"Like we care what you think." Ivy rolled her eyes, with crossed arms.

"All we want is money, money! MONEY!"

"Give us the cash, or the boy gets it."

"From now on, we'll be living a life of luxury! Tax-free for years!" Harley taunted, as she shook her gun for added effect. For a brief moment, she looked into the boy's eyes and gave him a warm smile. Before turning to Ivy and nodding. "Anyway! Enough is enough." Both of the criminals stepped away from the captive boy, though Harley kept her gun trained to the position he was seated.

"Yes, give us the money, bla bla bla, you've heard it all." Ivy sighed, finally feeling tired of repeating the same spiel.

Everyone was still nervous due to the severity of the situation, one wrong move and an innocent life might end up being lost. Though, amid the chaos, while the female villains moved closer to the man with the suitcase, Power Girl noticed an opportunity begin to arise.

"Terra." Power Girl whispered. She noticed the dark-haired girl's eyes flick towards her, and she continued to speak with her voice lowered. "When I snap my fingers, I want you to pull the ground up where he's seated. Get him as high up as possible, as quick as possible. You might have the rip through Ivy's vines."

Terra nodded. Her fists still clenched. She was fully prepared to act fast.

Harley noticed the two heroines scheming and inwardly smiled.

"So, what's it gonna be?" Ivy asked.

"Money! Money! Please." Harley added.

ONE YEAR LATER

"Fuck, it's nice to finally be out of that shit hole!" Harley kicked her legs out of the prison jumpsuit she had been **** to wear for the pasts year.

"You're telling me." Ivy patted down her green pants. As the two of them walked out of the now-destroyed Arkham courtyard. "The suit they gave me was clearly a size too small, and those fuckers did that on purpose. I could feel their eyes on my ass every time I walked past a guard."

"Oh, sorry, that was my fault," Harley admitted awkwardly and scratched the back of her head.

"Wait what?"

"I switched our suits before we put them on." She noticed Ivy's frown. "Come on, you have a nice ass, can you blame me? I mean, you filled that out so well! You managed to put the sexy into prison, ya'h know?"

"So, all those guards I killed." She pointed to a dead officer who had a stick jutting out of his chest. "Because I thought they were perverts..."

"Yeah, no, they were all innocent."

"Fuck." She clumsily shuffled around another dead body of a guy she killed under a false pretense. "I'm sorry dude..."

"Eh, he'll walk it off." Harley shrugged once they finally made it out to the street.

"I removed his heart."

"Transplant? I..." Glancing around for something to change the subject. Harley's face lit up upon, finding a newspaper that had been splayed out on the ground. "Ohh let's look at the news. Maybe we can find out what our next big adventure will be!"

"I already know what we're doing," Ivy said.

"What's that?"

"I'm killing all those dickholes that cut down the nature preserve. They thought they got away with it but..."

"But they did get away with it..."

"Yeah well.. Not for long, once I'm done with them, they'll all be dead."

"Hell yeah, let's get some fucking ****!" Harley punched the air.

That's when she decided to flip the newspaper around, and something that caught her eye caused her to stop in place.

"Oh my god, Ives..."

"Hmm?" Ivy slowed to a stop and moved over to see what her friend was looking at. "Woah.."

The Teen Titans report their newest group of young heroes... Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla The youngest of them all goes by the code-name of Warp. He made a statement to our sources, claiming that the technique of his teleportation powers is a simple slap to the face. Apparently, he was taught the basics of his powers by two people who must remain unnamed. But he wanted us to write down this "If you two are reading this, thank you. You might not be heroes, but you were the ones I needed. (: " Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla....

"Oh shit... He did it..." Ivy smiled. "Good for him."

Harley sniffed. "I never even got his name but... Yeah," Her grip on the newspaper tightened, and a single teardrop landed on it. "He did... He just... did it..." Sniffing one more time. Harley grinned.

"The Teen Titans, huh? What a start..." Ivy continued walking.

Harley stayed back for a bit and looked up into the night sky. It was clear, with not a hint of clouds to be seen. "You're gonna be a great hero one day, I know it."