Babes in Toyland
PG-13?
Fandom:Batverse (probably toon)
Pairing: H/I
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Length: ficletish
The desolate shopping center appeared deserted, but pair of dissenting voices quickly put an end to that impression.
“Is this really necessary, Harl?” queried a sultry murmur.
“Re-ed! Stop asking me that! It’ll be fun, I PROMISE!” replied a high-pitched squeak.
Twoheads, one blonde and one red, appeared over the awning of one of thestorefronts, further dispelling the air of placidity about the place.
Avine snaked down the front of the building, smashing the front windowas it grew. Two low thumps were heard as the pair slid down the vine toland in front of the window.
“Mind the glass, Harl.” the redhead admonished as she climbed through the opening.
“If your vine hadn’t scattered it all over the place, I wouldn’t have to!” remarked Harley as she clamored through the window.
“I’msure Theodore did his best.” Ivy responded idly, patting an offshoot ofthe vine fondly. Looking around the place, her nose wrinkled. “Theredoesn’t appear to be an internal security system at all. Which, considering the ambiance of the place, really shouldn’t surprise me.”
“Red, you’re taking all the fun out of this. Besides, all the good stuff is in here,”said Harley, dragging Ivy towards a darkened room in the back. “See?”exclaimed Harley as she flipped the switch, illuminating the room,”Shiny!”
“Mm-hmm,” replied Ivy, looking distinctly unimpressed.
Harleyignored the less-than-favourable response as she flitted around theroom, selecting objects and bringing them over for Ivy to hold. As shefinished loading up her own arms, she wandered back over to Ivy with atriumphant look on her face. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed.
Ivy’sunimpressed look had been replaced with a confused furrow on her browas she surveyed the piles in her and Harley’s arms. “Harl,” she said.”Why-“
Harley’s perky smile became slightly forced as sheinterrupted. “Look, I just want to spice up our sex life a little,okay?” she squeaked.
Ivy stared at her as an eyebrow rose entirely of its own accord. “Harl, we already have all of this stuff.”
Harley’s smile disappeared entirely and she started to squirm. “There was sorta an accident?”
“An accident? What sort of accident could possibly involve our collection of sex toys?” Ivy asked incredulously.
“Erm,” replied Harley. “The sort that also involves Bud, Lou, and sharp pointy teeth?”
Harleywatched, concerned, as the pile of toys dropped to the floor. Ivy wasmaking an odd snorting sound as she leaned against the wall. Theodorebegan collecting the toys with his vines as his mistress dissolved intolaughter.
