La Belle Dame sans Merci

::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."

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"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!

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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!'"

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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?"

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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.

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

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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!"

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"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.

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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!"

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"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.

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"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!"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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...

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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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Bart snags the jammed bazooka, getting it clear of the road by a hundred feet or so, then he's back in pursuit.

And he's got an idea.

He begins to whip up one of the patented Flash-style whirlwinds around the car.

"'You ladies want to go for a spin?' Flash has been filling me in on the puns I'm supposed to use.."

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Ivy does know a thing or two after her time with one of the Flashes. A vine lashes out from the undercarriage of the vehicle with intent to entangle.

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While the car was spinning Harley started to look really, really green. And not a healthy shiny green like Pammy, "I think I'm gonna be sick!"

Holding on the the wheel with one hand, she reached for her gun, if Ivy tripped the speedster, she'd shoot him, and shoot him up good.

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