toxicodendron_radicans | Harlequin Dreams

Speed is good. Speed is wonderful, and with Harleen across the country from Gotham anything can happen.

Especially in a stolen cherry red Lamborghini doing 175 mph.

The Lamborghini ran another red light, holding on to the wheel and laughing in the way that only she could, Harley drove.

And boy, did she ever drive. Sun glasses, a bright pink top, and a red scarf that just happened to match the car fluttering in the wind. You had to love it when they left the keys in the car. When you jumped over the window, hit the gas and got to hear someone screaming about the crazy woman driving your car.

Foot to the floor of the car, if there were police after her Harley didn't hear them. Nor did she care. It was just her and the open road and the car and friend. And she had a gun somewhere here.

"Hey Pammy, isn't this fun?!"

"Themla's," scarf kept hitting her in the face as they drove. Harl's taste in music was atrocious, she got lollipops instead of water last stop. At least what they had done to the clerk was fun. But with these hairpin turns. -

"Why did I let you drive again, Harl?"

Everyone loves pop music, Ivy. Everyone! "Because you love me," Harley returned with a grin. "Where should we go?! What about... THIS WAY!" Harley said, turning the car around going full speed and now heading back the way they came.

On coming traffic and police be damned, "I saw this in a movie once!"

Except Ivy, who responded best to Chopin.

"I love -" The seatbelt cutting into he neck cut that reply off. Ever since that day with the Flash and the spores in Keystone she'd been close to phobic about wearing one.

"Which movie? I hope it's not the one with the cliff!"

"Wait, it had a cliff in it? I didn't see the whole thing!" Harley said laughing, "But the car chase was the best, like you see on the TV shows when they have those people who film car accidents and stuff," ah, reality television. Harley likes you. You prove people are insane all the time and will fight to the death over dog food and steal tanks at random.

"Or maybe it was another movie... The girl in it had a scarf on like mine! Does that help?"

Deep, deep, "5 second from losing her temper," sigh.

"Yes, it does. And if you're going to watch what I send you, have the decency to watch the end!" She reaches into the back and fishes out the bazooka they bought from Copplepot before leaving The City.

Harley's attention span maybe topped out at five minutes. On a good day. "I watched most of it, and then it started to get all depressing and they were... hey, did they kill themselves? And you weren't trying to say anything would you? I mean statistics say that people like us are more likely to commit suicide, and I'll be there for you for anything, but death really doesn't solve anything - unless it's Batman - and you have so much to live for and I'm driving damnit, so we're not going off any cliffs!"

::blink, blink::

There are days when the psychologist shows back up. She wonders about that face. Oh well, bazooka loaded.

"No. No suicide today."

She turns and fires. A police car melts into a fireball.

"Just make sure I have a steady shot."

"Rightarooni Pamatooni," Harley said with a squeaking giggle of joy when the cop car went up in flames.

It's so much cooler in real life. Harley held the car steady and even turned it to give Ivy better shots. Hey, life was a video game, and the goal was... well.. .a high score!

Harleen had tried to get Ivy to play "Grand Theft Auto." Playing a male never went well, to say nothing of the tirade Harl had earned for "killing the prostitute," trick. Real life demanded other measures, however.

BOOM!

"I said, 'make sure I had a steady shot!'"

Fortunately, the policemen are going to be okay, thanks to some last minute high-speed rescues by a certain yellow and red blur.

Kid Flash appears at the driver's side window of the Lamborghini. And knocks.

"Nice car. It go any faster?"

Harley almost slammed on the breaks right there, but that would've sent the car into a spin. If Video Games taught her anything, it was don't slam on the breaks. They also taught her running over people was good.

"I gave you a steady shot!" She said to Ivy, "Now shoot the orange here!" Because Harley is driving.

"Faster than you, I bet!" She gave it more gas. And despite wanting to give Harley a clear shot, she did another hair pin turn.

"No yooooooouuuuu didn't -!" shrieks Ivy as the car suddenly takes off. "Damn Flashes!" she snarls firing three more shots. "LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"

Kid Flash kicks into action, snagging the shells out of midair as he runs to catch up to the passenger side of the vehicle.

"Hey, you shouldn't waste these, I bet they're expensive.."

He blinks, tossing the shells aside, where they explode relatively harmlessly on the side of the road.

"You're the brain-spore lady!"

"Yeah, leave Pammy's brain alone! All Pammy's brains are belonging to me!" Harley said, turning the car hard again, trying to push the gas peddle down more resulted in finding out that it was floored.

Huh.

Stupid speeders.

Brain spores.

That gets the child speedster lashed at with the barrel of the gun itself! "Don't just freeze there, Harl! Run him over!"

"Whoa!"

Bart ducks the swipe, skidding on his heels a little and losing some ground on the car.

"You could surrender, you know - that way I get back to playing LexBox and you can get back to Arkham in time for pudding!"

He scoops up a handful of pebbles - just in case he needs to pop a tire.

"I'm workin' on it!" Harley said, to Ivy not to the kid. "You try driving this thing with the exploding and the running and the scarf!" she said swerving towards the kid, "Arkham can kiss my plushie collection!"

"If we go I'm putting a Flash in traction first!" Ah, love. She forgets firing the bazooka and uses it more like a lance and the car, hopefully, will be her trusty steed.

Kid Flash grins as they turn back his way.

"Speaking of traction.."

He takes one pebble from the collection in his hand, and flings it at super-speed, like a bullet, at the left front tire of the car.

As fast as Harley was speeding towards the kid there really wasn't any way to avoid that. When the tire blew out, it did so spectacularly, and Harley was left holding on to the wheel for dear life, trying not to lose complete control.

"Sho-o-o-o-o-o-o-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t h-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-m-m-m-m-m Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-s-s-s-s-s-s-s!" she shouted as the car bounced, spun and jostled her around.

Bart leaps aside to avoid the swerving vehicle, hitting the ground running - circling to make a pass by the vehicle to attempt to disarm Ivy.

Who is very pissed, sets the bazooka to overload, and then the car swerves and she drops the weapon. With the cops still coming he can get them or save the squad cars from the world's largest pothole about to happen in 3...2...1...

Harley was just trying to redirect the car in a straight line. Which wasn't nearly as easy as GTA made it seem. "Pammy, I hope we have time to change a flat later!"

Because they wouldn't be getting very far on this, "And there's a gun in my purse if you need it!"

Her pop-gun was still a gun.

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