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queenkatyastarTitle: Vine Whip
Author: Katya Starling
Dedicated To: My own very beloved Mister J, who treats me far better than any of these two treat Harley LOL <3 <3 <3 Love you, baby! <3 <3 <3
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Ivy/Harley, Joker/Harley
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: Fandom Weekly 48: Too Much Information, the Pokemon challenge that my darling and I reworked: Vine Whip, and All Bingo: Air
Word Count: 1,000
Date Written: 11 April 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Ivy's tired of Harley running back to 'Mistah J'.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Please," the word broke from Harley's whimpering, bleeding mouth. "Don't be mad, Red. Mistah J's always mad enough for the whole world. I like being with you. I prefer being with you. You don't get mad, at least not with me."
"Usually," Ivy admitted, dangling her lover upside down from a long vine. "But I'm kinda getting tired," she said with a sigh. She feigned a yawn behind her gloved hand. "Every time I have to leave Gotham, you run off with 'Mistah J' again. Can't you see he's worthless? He's only out to hurt you, Harls. One of these days, I'm gonna come home, and you're gonna be dead, dead by his hand and because you couldn't leave him alone." She bobbed her up and down. "How's that supposed to make a girl feel?"
"If you wouldn't leave me alone in the first place -- "
"I'm on a very important mission, Harley. It's even more important than the two of us together. It's the only thing that is, but it still is." She dangled her leisurely, enjoying the way her blonde pigtails bobbed in the crisp, Autumn air. "And you could have come with me. You can always come with me."
"I should've come with you. I would've if you'd asked. But you didn't ask. Did you?"
"I -- I -- I've told you before you're always welcome wherever I go, whatever I do. I always prefer to be with you."
"Well, you didn't ask. How'm I supposed to know you want me with you?" She sobbed.
"I want you with me always, no matter what I'm doing. You should know that."
"How?" Harley pressed. "Mistah J only wants me with him when he can benefit from my company, really."
"Precisely!" Ivy's vines snapped in the air. "That should tell you something! I always want you with me; that clown only wants you for the benefits you give him. And those benefits are going to get you killed one day. I'm going to come home . . . " Her vines started pulling at Harley's clothes. " . . . one day, and you're going to be dead. How do you think that's going to make me feel?"
"I dunno," Harley murmured, but she would no longer meet Ivy's gaze.
Ivy noticed immediately and knew Harley's reluctance was a sign that she was beginning to make her understand. Buttons began to pop off of Harley's clothes as her vines undressed her. "I would be miserable! I'd rather die myself than see you dead. Ever. Let alone at that clown's hands."
"But you don't listen to me," she continued as her vines yanked Harley's clothes off of her. "You never listen to me. Mama Ivy doesn't know what she's talking about. That clown presents his little smile, and you melt every fucking time."
"I -- I -- " Harley trembled for she knew there was nothing she could say that was true defense. She knew Mister J wasn't good for her. Yet she always fell underneath his spell.
"Just come with me next damn time!" Ivy snapped, and her vines snapped along with her. "Come with me," she continued, bobbing Harley again, "and I won't have to do this. Although . . . " She smiled. "You might like this."
Her vines snatched the remainder of Harley's clothes off, bringing a yelp from her. They wrapped around her, hushing her mouth and massaging every inch of her naked body. Then they thrust inside of her deeper and deeper still inside of her until Harley screamed.
"I'm not just the only one who really cares for you, Harls. I love your dumb ass! But I can also care for you and pleasure you far greater than he ever can or will. He only wants what you can do for him. The moment you cease to be of help to him, he will kill you. Make no mistake about it. You've seen him do it before."
Harley trembled, caught between an ocean of sadness and a vast sea of pleasure. She knew Ivy was right, but she was beyond words at the moment. She was certainly beyond being able to explain to her the hold Joker had over her or why she couldn't shake loose of him. Ivy was completely right: the clown would kill her the moment she ceased to be of any assistance to him. He had already killed her once, after all. He only wanted what she could do for him whereas Ivy continued to prove her love time and again.
"What should I do?" Ivy pondered aloud. "Should I punish you? Would that do any good at all?" She raised a red eyebrow at her beloved as she openly wondered over the question she'd asked herself far more than a hundred times. Her vines began to whip Harley, but not harshly. The girl had suffered far too much at the hands of Joker already, and Ivy ached for her to know . . . for her to realize that her true pleasure and happiness laid with her, not with him. He only wanted to use her, but she would give her the world if only she could.
Harley yelped with every hit, but with every hit, her passion sang higher. "I'm sorry, Ivy," she whimpered. "Next time, ask me to come with you. Joker -- He -- He does things to me, things I can't explain. He has power over me."
"Too much information," Ivy tossed her way idly. "I don't care what he does to you. You should've realized a long time ago who your true friend is, who truly loves you." Two vines thrust inside of Harley, bringing a scream from her and throwing her over the side. "I love you, Harley. I'd rather die a thousand times over than see you dead once at his damn hands!"
Her vines dropped Harley on the ground, and she fell on her knees beside her. "Come with me next time," she whimpered, holding her head in her hands. "Please."
"I will, Ivy."
"I love you."
"I know," she said, and cried.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Dedicated To: My own very beloved Mister J, who treats me far better than any of these two treat Harley LOL <3 <3 <3 Love you, baby! <3 <3 <3
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Ivy/Harley, Joker/Harley
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: Fandom Weekly 48: Too Much Information, the Pokemon challenge that my darling and I reworked: Vine Whip, and All Bingo: Air
Word Count: 1,000
Date Written: 11 April 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Ivy's tired of Harley running back to 'Mistah J'.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Please," the word broke from Harley's whimpering, bleeding mouth. "Don't be mad, Red. Mistah J's always mad enough for the whole world. I like being with you. I prefer being with you. You don't get mad, at least not with me."
"Usually," Ivy admitted, dangling her lover upside down from a long vine. "But I'm kinda getting tired," she said with a sigh. She feigned a yawn behind her gloved hand. "Every time I have to leave Gotham, you run off with 'Mistah J' again. Can't you see he's worthless? He's only out to hurt you, Harls. One of these days, I'm gonna come home, and you're gonna be dead, dead by his hand and because you couldn't leave him alone." She bobbed her up and down. "How's that supposed to make a girl feel?"
"If you wouldn't leave me alone in the first place -- "
"I'm on a very important mission, Harley. It's even more important than the two of us together. It's the only thing that is, but it still is." She dangled her leisurely, enjoying the way her blonde pigtails bobbed in the crisp, Autumn air. "And you could have come with me. You can always come with me."
"I should've come with you. I would've if you'd asked. But you didn't ask. Did you?"
"I -- I -- I've told you before you're always welcome wherever I go, whatever I do. I always prefer to be with you."
"Well, you didn't ask. How'm I supposed to know you want me with you?" She sobbed.
"I want you with me always, no matter what I'm doing. You should know that."
"How?" Harley pressed. "Mistah J only wants me with him when he can benefit from my company, really."
"Precisely!" Ivy's vines snapped in the air. "That should tell you something! I always want you with me; that clown only wants you for the benefits you give him. And those benefits are going to get you killed one day. I'm going to come home . . . " Her vines started pulling at Harley's clothes. " . . . one day, and you're going to be dead. How do you think that's going to make me feel?"
"I dunno," Harley murmured, but she would no longer meet Ivy's gaze.
Ivy noticed immediately and knew Harley's reluctance was a sign that she was beginning to make her understand. Buttons began to pop off of Harley's clothes as her vines undressed her. "I would be miserable! I'd rather die myself than see you dead. Ever. Let alone at that clown's hands."
"But you don't listen to me," she continued as her vines yanked Harley's clothes off of her. "You never listen to me. Mama Ivy doesn't know what she's talking about. That clown presents his little smile, and you melt every fucking time."
"I -- I -- " Harley trembled for she knew there was nothing she could say that was true defense. She knew Mister J wasn't good for her. Yet she always fell underneath his spell.
"Just come with me next damn time!" Ivy snapped, and her vines snapped along with her. "Come with me," she continued, bobbing Harley again, "and I won't have to do this. Although . . . " She smiled. "You might like this."
Her vines snatched the remainder of Harley's clothes off, bringing a yelp from her. They wrapped around her, hushing her mouth and massaging every inch of her naked body. Then they thrust inside of her deeper and deeper still inside of her until Harley screamed.
"I'm not just the only one who really cares for you, Harls. I love your dumb ass! But I can also care for you and pleasure you far greater than he ever can or will. He only wants what you can do for him. The moment you cease to be of help to him, he will kill you. Make no mistake about it. You've seen him do it before."
Harley trembled, caught between an ocean of sadness and a vast sea of pleasure. She knew Ivy was right, but she was beyond words at the moment. She was certainly beyond being able to explain to her the hold Joker had over her or why she couldn't shake loose of him. Ivy was completely right: the clown would kill her the moment she ceased to be of any assistance to him. He had already killed her once, after all. He only wanted what she could do for him whereas Ivy continued to prove her love time and again.
"What should I do?" Ivy pondered aloud. "Should I punish you? Would that do any good at all?" She raised a red eyebrow at her beloved as she openly wondered over the question she'd asked herself far more than a hundred times. Her vines began to whip Harley, but not harshly. The girl had suffered far too much at the hands of Joker already, and Ivy ached for her to know . . . for her to realize that her true pleasure and happiness laid with her, not with him. He only wanted to use her, but she would give her the world if only she could.
Harley yelped with every hit, but with every hit, her passion sang higher. "I'm sorry, Ivy," she whimpered. "Next time, ask me to come with you. Joker -- He -- He does things to me, things I can't explain. He has power over me."
"Too much information," Ivy tossed her way idly. "I don't care what he does to you. You should've realized a long time ago who your true friend is, who truly loves you." Two vines thrust inside of Harley, bringing a scream from her and throwing her over the side. "I love you, Harley. I'd rather die a thousand times over than see you dead once at his damn hands!"
Her vines dropped Harley on the ground, and she fell on her knees beside her. "Come with me next time," she whimpered, holding her head in her hands. "Please."
"I will, Ivy."
"I love you."
"I know," she said, and cried.
The End
