[For Deadpool] Christmas Spirit

[madformistahjay]

Harley had gone to a lot of trouble to put a Christmas surprise in motion for Deadpool.

...a lot.

She had called in a favor with Red - figuring she owed her one after the stunt Ivy had pulled in attempting to kill Deadpool and get him out of Harley's life. Ivy was to distract the Bat for the entirety of Christmas Eve. Harley didn't really care how. Red had agreed - begrudgingly - but Harley wasn't worried about the Bat being a problem.

Harley sent a text to Deadpool - an address with a room specified. But that was all. No explanation, no nothing. The address was a nightclub and bar - a known hangout for all the movers and shakers in Gotham's criminal underbelly. She had sent him to the back room - typically reserved for high-stakes gambling.

But Harley had repurposed it - after knocking all the players out and leaving them on the ground or in their chairs, knocked out cold.

She sat on the table, wrapped up like the perfect Christmas present, Santa hat and all. Waiting for Deadpool to walk through the door and find her.

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[what_fourth_wall]

Ivy had indeed agreed to Harley's demand, in part because she did not enjoy being on the outs with her favorite blonde bombshell. Harley had somehow not only resisted the new voice in her head, but had remained mad at her for much longer than expected. If anything, that gave her more respect for Deadpool -- and also made her that much more watchful over Harley's relationship with him. If he hurt her....oh, the things she would do to him. But that was neither here nor there. She had a fun idea in mind for slowly making Batman more plantlike like her. If you can't beat them, convert them. Oh, of course she wouldn't ultimately succeed in her plan, but she didn't know that, and it would keep her occupied for this night and many more. It would also keep Batman occupied for this night and many more.

Of course, that only kept Red and the Bat busy. Unfortunately for Harley, the first person in the room wasn't Deadpool, but a certain Cat that was using the Bat's distraction to fleece some of the wealthier Gothamites of their money. This room was often a veritable bank vault of money, and for some reason, tonight it was less well guarded than usual. So of course color Selena surprised to find a very skimpily clad Harley Quinn sitting on a table as she crawled across the ceiling.

"Am I interrupting something?," she asked in her signature purring tone as she dropped to the floor. She began to shamelessly rifle through the gambler's clothing for their money and information. Harley dressed in nothing but a ribbon was not exactly intimidating -- although Selena knew very well how deceptive that was. One eye was always on the crazy little trickster as she essentially stole her score right in front of her.

"You have my deepest apologies, but I must say...you do look good. Too good for the Joker. Who is your current beau? Come on, don't be shy. Dish!" Only Selena could turn a robbery of a robbery into girl talk.

Deadpool, meanwhile, would be there soon, and Harley probably was antsy to shoo the Cat out so she didn't spoil her carefully set up scene.

[madformistahjay]

Harley, totally focused on the door, didn't hear or see Selena come in. So when the fellow she-criminal suddenly spoke, Harley shrieked in surprise and sat bolt upright, glancing over her shoulder with wide blue eyes. Luckily for Selena, Harley had no interest in the money that lined the criminals' pockets. She was more concerned with her own score, who hadn't arrived yet.

"Oh come on, I'm tryin' ta' set the mood here, only one pussy allowed!" Harley whined. But indeed she was a sucker for girl talk - and with Red on the outs, she had been a little lonely for female companionship.

So she couldn't help grinning even after her whining.

"Well thanks, kitty! Took me a while to pick which one I wanted. New man, new wardrobe," she smirked and gave her shoulders a little wiggle before she lay down on the table again, facing Selena as she continued to rob the unconscious criminals. "Yeah....got me a merc with one hell of a mouth. Soooo much better than Mistah J."

Her eyes widened suddenly as she remembered just why she was here.

"And it's Christmas and he'll be here any minute! You gotta' scram, kitty!"

[what_fourth_wall]

"Just one? Oh Harley, that's just no fun at all. I'm disappointed in you...aren't you supposed to be fun? That would be like me not having any claws." If there was anyone who could play along with the wordplay, it was Selena. If there was anyone that could get away with the pussy joke, it was Harley Quinn. Unfortunately for most others using it, especially the men, Selena had heard that joke entirely too many times from sleazy men for it to hold much luster. Harley, though...as crazy as she was, she was also somehow pure in some ways. She meant very little by the pussy pun other than as a pun.

Selena's eyes roamed up and down Harley's figure, and she smirked. "That wardrobe might be good for your man, but you may find it impractical for field work." Her head tilted to the side. "Although you do thrive on distraction."

Her smirk lit up to a grin as she finished lining her pack with all of the most valuable loot, and drew her claw along the throat of one of the men. That was one asshole she had particular issues with and figured the world would not miss. Batman may take issue with the murder, but alas...her sometimes beau was not here.

"One hell of a mouth? Do tell..." Instead of leaving, she hopped up on to the table and perched there. Winding Harley up was entertaining, although she didn't actually intend to stick around long enough to watch her have what would inevitably be loud, rough sex. Harley was a bombshell, but she typically had poor taste in men - the Joker was certainly one ugly SOB.

[madformistahjay]

Harley was crazy, not stupid. She knew better than to poke a tiger too had with a stick that was too pointy. By now she knew what she could get away with, and what she needed to leave alone.

She didn't take offense to Selena slashing the man's throat - that suited her fine enough. But when the kitty hopped up on the table beside her, Harley pouted and gave a huffy grumble.

"We tried the sharing game before. It didn't work out," to say the least. Maybe Red had told her about the falling out, maybe she hadn't. Harley didn't care one way or the other. She had no intention of sharing her man again.

She wasn't going to risk losing him like that ever again.

Harley groaned dramatically and pushed against her feline friend. "Come on kitty! I'll get ya' somethin' shiny later, I promise!! Just do me this one favor, pleeeeeeeeease?" Harley pouted and clasped her hands together, begging Selena and giving her best poutiest look - it usually got her what she wanted. Well...with Selena it was hit or miss.

[what_fourth_wall]

"Oh, I'd imagine not," Selena replied with a little frown as she studied her bloody claws, "You are so very much a one-partner kind of woman. Obsession is your flavor, and obsession only has room for one. And people seeing that, and seeing how adorable you are..." She gestured vaguely as if the point was already made. "Well, they tend to want you all to themselves, naturally."

Selena shrugged lightly and hopped down to stand before Harley. With a bit of care, she fussed over the other woman, neatening her attire, such as it was, and straightening her hair, and adjusting her posture just so so all of her curves were on maximum display. If Selena's attentions brought a flush to that pale skin or made those nipples harden, all the better for the picture she was setting up. It wasn't that Harley wasn't just naturally good at that herself...but Selena was an expert in flirtation and seduction. After all, of all the women Batman fought, only she had managed to bed him. That right there was telling enough.

"I suppose I can see why you might try it, especially if it was his idea...it's always the man's idea, isn't it?...but lesson learned, right?"

She stepped back and admired her handiwork. All of the unconscious (and one dead) bodies around them sort of spoiled the scene for her, but knowing Harley and the company she kept, Selena figured this was likely romantic for her psychotic associate. With a little satisfied nod, she hopped straight up into the hole in the ceiling she'd come through.

Before she was completely gone, however, she popped her head back down. "Remember the favor, darling. I'm already thinking of a few jobs where your brand of distraction would come in handy. Enjoy yourself, now..." And with that, she was gone.

And moments later, Deadpool strolled in and stopped, his mouth hanging open under his mask. Harley had the distinct pleasure of watching the bulge under his spandex start growing until his erection was quite prominent underneath it.

"Har...har...whoa."

Christmas in July - lol totally a thing!

[madformistahjay]

Harley was a little relieved when Selena hopped from her seat beside her. But as the other woman started adjusting her body and her outfit, Harley did indeed blush. She smiled, feeling like a pretty little doll as Selena set her up for her man.

"Well...kinda'..." she answered. "He wanted it, but so did Red...and it kinda' got outta' hand."

They could have wine and girl talk about it later. Harley knew that Selena would want all the details after the reveal that it was Poison Ivy who was the third member of that little party. But now wasn't the time, she had plans.

As Selena hopped up through the hole again and peeked down to her, Harley smiled and even giggled. "You got it, kitty! Your girl's got your back!"

Once she was alone again, Harley was careful to keep herself set up as Selena had positioned her, and smiled as she heard familiar footsteps approaching. When Deadpool finally came in after what seemed like eternity, Harley grinned and bit her lower lip as she looked up at him.

"Merry Christmas puddin'," she purred.

It's always Christmas for these two, apparently!

[what_fourth_wall]

Selena's eyes certainly did widen at the reveal that Ivy had wanted it too, although there was no real surprise there. The chemistry between Harley and Ivy was all too obvious for anyone save perhaps the Joker himself to see. And maybe Harley too? Could she have been oblivious to just how much Ivy wanted her? No, certainly not. And yet...well, it was possible. Harley's tendency towards obsession blinded her, sometimes. Oh yes, Selena would certainly want all of the (quite literally) juicy details later.

Meanwhile, Deadpool continued to stand there, his jaw dropped under his mask, staring at every pale curve of Harley Quinn. Even the light seemed to be hitting her in all the right angles. She was a beautiful picture of beauty, framed by chaos and violence.

"I want to...," he pulled off his mask and licked his lips, "God, I want to lick you everywhere"