As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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"Harley, are you in here?" Ivy glanced in another of the cavernous rooms, but saw no sign of her. She sighed and moved to the next.
Having Harley with them had been incredible at first. Ivy liked Catwoman well enough, but it was nothing compared to her relationship with Harley. The threesomes had been fantastic, of course, and it had been nice for the Batcave not to feel so empty.
Something was a little off, though, and Ivy wanted to get to the bottom of it. Usually Harley was spacy, but now she just seemed... distant. At first Ivy had assumed it was just the strange disassociation that she'd felt after first having sex with Superman, but with Harley it seemed to be getting worse. She'd taken to wandering off for long periods without explanation.
"Are you hiding from me?" Ivy called into another room and got no answer. She looked inside more out of habit than any real belief she'd find her target, yet there she was.
Harley stood completely motionless beside a bed, staring into a mirror. Her eyes locked on her own... or maybe on something much deeper. For once, the expression on her face was completely serious, though combined with the emptiness in her eyes it was disturbing. Ivy hesitated, shocked by the unreality of the scene, but forced herself to move inside.
"Are... are you alright?"
"Hiya, Red!" Without warning Harley whirled and embraced her. "How ya doin'?"
Ivy smiled but made herself pull back, taking Harley by the shoulders and looking at her carefully. "Are you sure you're alright, Harley? That was pretty creepy."
"Sorry, I just get lost in the possibilities, ya know?"
"I'm not sure that I do."
"It's like... life is this big rushing stream of stories, all bangin' around against one another and I'm just floating between 'em and I can be anything or maybe nothing and sometimes I think I can grab it but it all falls apart and - I'm not making much sense, am I?"
"Not really." Ivy still found herself smiling, since that sounded more like the Harley she knew. "Can you try to explain what you mean slower?"
"Okay, Red, think about this: have we worked together before?"
"Of course we have."
"How long?"
Ivy frowned. "It's been... we've definitely worked together before. Multiple times. But when I try to think about exact dates and times..."
"Exactly!" Harley threw her arms around Ivy, knocking her over onto the bed. "We have and we haven't! Don't think about it too much, your head will get all hurty!"
"When exactly did this start?"
"About the time Supes got his big cock inta me! And it's gotten crazier every time! You mean it's not that way for you? I talked to the Cat and she said not at all, but I figured I'd ask."
Though Ivy found herself distracted by Harley's body squirming around on top of hers, the question had its hooks in her brain. It was almost familiar, but... "It wasn't quite that way for me, Harley. I feel more... like I've separated from my past. Like my life was one line of continuity that just... broke, and yet I'm still here."
"Ooh, that's a new one! I dunno about that." Harley started to drift away again, until Ivy slid one hand along the curve of her neck.
"Now I'm trying to remember, have we... been together?"
Harley grinned down at her and wiggled her eyebrows. "Do you want us to have fucked? I think we get to choose."
"I'm... not sure."
"Aww, yer not sure? I thought you liked me, Red..."
"I do, Harley." Ivy kissed away the momentary uncertain that appeared on Harley's face. "But if we actually had a choice, even just hypothetically... I'm not sure if I'd prefer the familiarity of old lovers or the excitement of being new ones."
"Ooh!" Harley's grin stretched wider. "Does that mean we can-"
Without warning their room slammed closed. Not the door Ivy had opened, but a metal blast door that she hadn't even realized existed. They both scrambled back to their feet, but it was too late. The door was a solid metal surface with nothing to manipulate, and it refused to budge.
"Stay where you are," an electronic voice said. "This will be over soon."
X X X
As Clark descended toward his new tunnel into the Batcave, he found himself humming. It had been a long time since he'd done that. A long time since he'd felt happy at all, actually - he'd been satisfied plenty of times, but not content in quite this way.
Maybe it was that his strategy for Gotham finally seemed to be working. He'd finally found something that kept the peace in this gritty new "reality:" mutually assured destruction. Whenever criminals in other regions did anything too violent, he ended both sides. A few days ago Mad Hatter and the Riddler had gotten into a fight and he'd vanished both of them. That seemed to have cowed the others.
It didn't stop their smaller crimes of extortion and control, but he was making progress on those, too. And ultimately Gotham was stable and safe, preserving the clues he needed to find to guide them out of the whole mess. That was a reason to be happy too.
Of course, he might be happy because he was returning to a base where three gorgeous women would happily volunteer to have their brains fucked out. He didn't remember ever being this horny, but recently he'd been ready to go almost constantly. Maybe he should look into finding some more female villains...
