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Entry tags:
251: Fragrant - Batman - Ivy/Harley - Flee To Home
Title: Flee To Home
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 251: Fragrant
Word Count: 1,015
Date Written: 10 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Harley's on the run again, but this time, she may have nowhere left to run to.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's hunting for her even now, she knows as she slips into the Gotham Gardens. She can feel his diabolical laughter even though she can -- finally -- no longer hear it. It sends chills racing up and down her flesh and into her very soul. He shouldn't still be able to touch her, but he can. What's worse is he knows he can. As long as he has that power over her, he's going to keep coming until she gives him everything he wants, not just her body but her heart and everything she possesses. He doesn't want her; he wants to own her.
She trembles and slips behind a tree and slips behind a tree to hide. The rough bark presses into her backbone which is once again too thin. She's lost too much weight. She's barely functioning, but then, she barely wants to function. In all truth, she doesn't want to except there's something about him that makes her want to continue to exist -- to continue to exist and be hurt again. Harley shakes her head, now trembling from the top of her blonde pigtails all the way through the soles of her feet, and sinks down to the ground.
This is the one place in all of Gotham that still feels comforting to her. This is the one place where she can still hide and hope to escape him. It's the one place where she can still remember her. She burrows her face into her knees and sobs and sobs for a very long time. The sun sets, and he doesn't find her. The moon rides high, and still he doesn't appear. It is as daylight begins to peak over the horizon that Harley finally lifts her head and sniffs through her sniffling nose.
The garden always smells so fragrant, something she never realized until Ivy took her for her very first walk through one. Up until that day, she'd always dismissed forests and gardens. She'd always been a city child and had never looked twice at a tree, except for those that Ivy used to fight her battles for her. She wishes she could have fought with them one last time and that the Joker would not have found a way to tear through them like a vicious, crazed lumberjack. She doesn't remember the plants' screams, but she remembers Ivy's screams far too well. She starts trembling and crying again with the memories that take hold over her.
This used to be their escape. When everything else got too bad, they were able to run here, run and hide. Many a time, Ivy took over the entire park, making not just Gotham's normal citizens stay away but even making the other criminals tremble with the thought of passing through her domain. But she's been gone so long this time. She told Harley she was just going to the Amazon to get better. She told her she'd be back.
Harley should have gone with her. She realizes that now, but it's far too late. Her Pammy's never coming back, and instead of the woman with whom she belongs, she's stuck with a madman bent on transforming her into whatever he chooses. He's developed a new potion now, one he thinks will finally give him the power to best the Bat once and for all, but he wants to try it out on her first to make certain there are no negative repercussions to his own beauty. She sniffles and doesn't even bother to wipe away the tears spilling down her wretched face.
She should let him try it on her. At least then, if it does give her the power he claims it will, she can turn and use it on him. But she won't. It's like he holds power over her, and he wields it with a tight fist. She hates him when she's away from him, but the moment she gets close to him again . . . She shudders. Pammy was right. She was always right. She's like a moth to a flame, and like a moth, she gets burned every time. Eventually she's going to get burned so well that she can no longer turn back, or fly away. She's going to burn up.
She wishes she would. She wishes all the pain would end, like it finally did for her Pammy. She's being naive and spoiled again, wishing Ivy was still here to protect her, yearning for her presence when she knows she's better off wherever she is, even dead.
"Stop the pouting, sweet thing."
Harley jumps at the unexpected voice. She blinks rapidly, but then just shakes her head. She has no illusions about her illusions. She knows she's crazy and it's only her grief making her hear her beloved Pammy's voice.
"Told you you should've come away with me."
"Yes." She sniffles. Talking to the dead or the imaginary can't hurt her any more than she's already hurting. "I should have. I'm sorry I didn't."
Vines suddenly sneak around her and hold her tight. "Then come away now."
From the lightening shadows steps a figure Harley feared she'd never see again. Perhaps it's the sorrow that's been holding sway over her for months or the fact that what's happening is the last dream to which she'd had to hold, but her beloved Pammy has never looked more gorgeous. "Pamalamb!" she cries out. The tears speeding down her face now are for joy, not for any sorrow or pain. "You came back!"
"Of course I did, darling. I told you I would. But can I tell you a secret?" Harley bobs her head enthusiastically. "I only came back . . . " A red rose sprouts from the vine nearest her face; its velvety bud touches Harley's nose. " . . . for you."
"I'm ready!" Harley cries, and she knows she is at least. "Take me home, Pammy! Take me anywhere but here!" And anywhere but Gotham -- anywhere at all with Ivy, Harley knows, will be not only home but paradise.
"I will."
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 251: Fragrant
Word Count: 1,015
Date Written: 10 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Harley's on the run again, but this time, she may have nowhere left to run to.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's hunting for her even now, she knows as she slips into the Gotham Gardens. She can feel his diabolical laughter even though she can -- finally -- no longer hear it. It sends chills racing up and down her flesh and into her very soul. He shouldn't still be able to touch her, but he can. What's worse is he knows he can. As long as he has that power over her, he's going to keep coming until she gives him everything he wants, not just her body but her heart and everything she possesses. He doesn't want her; he wants to own her.
She trembles and slips behind a tree and slips behind a tree to hide. The rough bark presses into her backbone which is once again too thin. She's lost too much weight. She's barely functioning, but then, she barely wants to function. In all truth, she doesn't want to except there's something about him that makes her want to continue to exist -- to continue to exist and be hurt again. Harley shakes her head, now trembling from the top of her blonde pigtails all the way through the soles of her feet, and sinks down to the ground.
This is the one place in all of Gotham that still feels comforting to her. This is the one place where she can still hide and hope to escape him. It's the one place where she can still remember her. She burrows her face into her knees and sobs and sobs for a very long time. The sun sets, and he doesn't find her. The moon rides high, and still he doesn't appear. It is as daylight begins to peak over the horizon that Harley finally lifts her head and sniffs through her sniffling nose.
The garden always smells so fragrant, something she never realized until Ivy took her for her very first walk through one. Up until that day, she'd always dismissed forests and gardens. She'd always been a city child and had never looked twice at a tree, except for those that Ivy used to fight her battles for her. She wishes she could have fought with them one last time and that the Joker would not have found a way to tear through them like a vicious, crazed lumberjack. She doesn't remember the plants' screams, but she remembers Ivy's screams far too well. She starts trembling and crying again with the memories that take hold over her.
This used to be their escape. When everything else got too bad, they were able to run here, run and hide. Many a time, Ivy took over the entire park, making not just Gotham's normal citizens stay away but even making the other criminals tremble with the thought of passing through her domain. But she's been gone so long this time. She told Harley she was just going to the Amazon to get better. She told her she'd be back.
Harley should have gone with her. She realizes that now, but it's far too late. Her Pammy's never coming back, and instead of the woman with whom she belongs, she's stuck with a madman bent on transforming her into whatever he chooses. He's developed a new potion now, one he thinks will finally give him the power to best the Bat once and for all, but he wants to try it out on her first to make certain there are no negative repercussions to his own beauty. She sniffles and doesn't even bother to wipe away the tears spilling down her wretched face.
She should let him try it on her. At least then, if it does give her the power he claims it will, she can turn and use it on him. But she won't. It's like he holds power over her, and he wields it with a tight fist. She hates him when she's away from him, but the moment she gets close to him again . . . She shudders. Pammy was right. She was always right. She's like a moth to a flame, and like a moth, she gets burned every time. Eventually she's going to get burned so well that she can no longer turn back, or fly away. She's going to burn up.
She wishes she would. She wishes all the pain would end, like it finally did for her Pammy. She's being naive and spoiled again, wishing Ivy was still here to protect her, yearning for her presence when she knows she's better off wherever she is, even dead.
"Stop the pouting, sweet thing."
Harley jumps at the unexpected voice. She blinks rapidly, but then just shakes her head. She has no illusions about her illusions. She knows she's crazy and it's only her grief making her hear her beloved Pammy's voice.
"Told you you should've come away with me."
"Yes." She sniffles. Talking to the dead or the imaginary can't hurt her any more than she's already hurting. "I should have. I'm sorry I didn't."
Vines suddenly sneak around her and hold her tight. "Then come away now."
From the lightening shadows steps a figure Harley feared she'd never see again. Perhaps it's the sorrow that's been holding sway over her for months or the fact that what's happening is the last dream to which she'd had to hold, but her beloved Pammy has never looked more gorgeous. "Pamalamb!" she cries out. The tears speeding down her face now are for joy, not for any sorrow or pain. "You came back!"
"Of course I did, darling. I told you I would. But can I tell you a secret?" Harley bobs her head enthusiastically. "I only came back . . . " A red rose sprouts from the vine nearest her face; its velvety bud touches Harley's nose. " . . . for you."
"I'm ready!" Harley cries, and she knows she is at least. "Take me home, Pammy! Take me anywhere but here!" And anywhere but Gotham -- anywhere at all with Ivy, Harley knows, will be not only home but paradise.
"I will."
The End