One second I'm watching Young Justice with my little brother, telling him about my idea for a support character with Deadpool's healing ability and the ability to heal anything, even mental illnesses, birth defects and terminal diseases…
Then my world tilts and spins, my stomach lurches…I feel like I'm going to vomit, and then I'm hit with the sensation that I'm falling, I feel air rushing past me—cold, sharp, like I'm driving fast on my old R6 without a helmet on, my eyes burning from the air whipping at them drying them out.
I can't breathe, I can't let out a whoop as it feels like I'm choking on a wall of air that is being forced into me, and then it happens I slam into something hard.
My everything feels as though it's exploding with pain…white-hot, absolute…all consuming pain…suddenly the pain's just gone, my breath catches, my blurred vision begins to clear as I blink my eyes.
'I feel fine…no aches, no pains, no burning in my lungs.' Rolling over onto my back I see an overcast sky, brick, brown and gray stone buildings with gargoyle statues dotting the buildings…and air balloons…with the words Gotham P.D. on them…besides that craziness I realize that I'm laying on my back…no longer on my couch but on pavement…blacktop…rough and warm beneath me… 'How…why…is there no lingering pain…of falling? All I have is a faint impression of impacting the ground…and even that seems to be fading.
My ears pop, and I hear sirens, gun fire, screams…screaming…I roll back over spotting upturned cars, melting chunks of ice, I splay my hands out of either side of me and push myself up, getting to my feet, heartbeat still pounding in my ears.
'How?'
Cars drive past me, their designs…both familiar yet unfamiliar…I don't see any of the usual badges…but I see cars that look like 07-17 Challengers, Mustangs and Camaros merged together in a perfect fusion People walk the sidewalks, but something about them is… off…they don't seem quite real.
I hear a wet cough…like the sound of someone who's been beaten to the point of death but still clings to life come from behind me, turning around I see a comically large mallet, on the ground near a blue dumpster, a pale white leg with ripped…red leggings, dangling over the side of the dumpster blood rolling down the leg dropping to the ground, the blood pooling on the ground, both next to and underneath the dumpster.
"Holy shit." I curse and rush over climbing up the side of the dumpster using the bit there that they slide the forks into and use them to lift the dumpster up into the air with the garbage trucks.
Looking down into the dumpster the person inside is unmistakably One of the Queens of crime, Harley Quinn, her head is half caved in, teeth missing from her open mouth, fingers broken, legs broken, arms broken, all twisted at off angles, her ribs caved in her chest shallowly rising and falling blood spraying out of her mouth and nose with every breath, a large knife stabbed into her abdomen.
I open my mouth to tell someone to call for help, but I stop…this is Harley Quinn…who in Gotham…other than Poison Ivy…would even want to save Harley… 'Me…but I don't know what I can do, my eyes meet Harley's and I can tell that she's aware…but…she's broken like all hope and life has just been beaten right out of her.'
"Hey." I murmur as I enter the dumpster spreading my weight out as I crawl over to her on all fours, I rest my hand against her shoulder, Harley whimpers like a kicked dog.
"No one should die alone…not like this…" I murmur and a little bit of light shines in Harley's eyes…though it makes little difference, I feel a deep seated desire to do something, to save her, not just offer her a bit of comfort in her last moments.
Something...inside of me shifts…activates there's a pulse of warmth that spreads throughout me and flows into my hand and through my fingertips...into Harley.
Harley's breath hitches, her whole body tensing for the briefest of moments and I realize even in this condition Harley Quinn is fully capable of killing me…she's just that much of a bad bitch…then she relaxes like all of her pain seemingly evaporates.
I watch as first her chest that is caved in reinflates like a balloon…the rips in her costum are suspiciously the same sizes as her breasts…that have now returned, the knife in her abdomen rises up and lands against her abdomen no longer pierced through it.
Then her head inflated back to normal her teeth return…I feel something flowing out of me, I start feeling dizzy and tired…I hear her gasp and watch as her broken and twisted limbs and extremities return to normal…I yank my hand back, as black spots…tv static like on an old tube TV fills my vision, heart hammering…cold sweat breaking out on my skin and then blackness.
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Harley
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An angel has come to take me to heaven…no I don't belong in heaven not after all the things I did for Puddin…no not puddin, not Mistah J, he doesn't deserve my love and affection Ivy was right…Ivy is always right. I think as I see him hovering over me his hand gently rests on my shoulder…he's crying…for me…why?
Only Ivy cares about me…well Bats does too…but why would an angel cry over me…I'm not worthy…I'm bad, I deserve to die and go to hell.
Suddenly the Angel's warmth, his love flows into me from his gentle touch on my shoulder, my vision clears and I see a handsome…boy…man, he looks angelic.
His beautiful hazel eyes roll up into his head and he falls onto my boobs… "Hey, heya mistah angel…my girls aren't your pillows…" I say while poking his cute cheek my other hand coming up and running through his thick, curly yet strangely soft and silky hair.
I find myself hugging him tightly…and crying…crying like it's the first time that I have ever cried.
'Someone loves me…' The words echo in my mind as I hug my angel tightly but not too tightly.
Once the sun goes down I climb out of the dumpster, my angel in my arms like a princess…his head resting against my boobs…he seems to love that, even in his sleep he didn't like separating from them.
I bend down and grab Smashy and lean him on my shoulder, "Ivy will let us crash at her place…that or Selena is out of town till next month I think her kitties could use some food and fresh litter." I talk to my sleeping angel, "have to mm, save Marley…" My angel murmurs in his sleep and I feel a flash of jealousy and want to demand from him to tell me who this Marley is so I can kill her…but I quickly realize Marley is actually Harley.
"Aww, Mistah Angel you're so sweet!" I gush happily as I skip to Selena's apartment, many people turn to stare at us.
"I'm surprised Batsy, Birdwonder and Batette haven't made their appearance yet."
"Harley!"
"Eep, Bats, don't do that…don't you see I'm taking care of my Mistah A, I was gonna die and he saved me, me! After Joker left me for dead!" I pout at Bats who gives me that annoyed look of course most would think he's stone faded and unemotional I know better.
"Harley…are you abducting him?" Batman's calm but somewhat exasperation filled question makes me wish I had Mr Bang Bang.
"NO, he fixed me all up good and then passed out…on my boobs…he really likes them even suckled them like a babe in his sleep!"
Batman runs his hand over his face, and sighs, "You taking him to Catwoman's?"
"Yeah!" I state the obvious for Bats.
"You know where the communicator is…"
"Yes…"
"Call me if his condition changes." Batman mutters and disappears.
"Huh…Bats, probably didn't want to go, clean the kitty litter boxes…I still have to have Selena teach me how they do that disappearing thing…I bet you'd like that Mistah A!" I hum and continue skipping down the sidewalk.
…At Selena Kyle's apartment bathroom.
"Wow, Mistah A, you got a real big one, down there…" I giggle and wrap both my hands around Mistah A's cock while straddling his chest in the bathtub
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