because I can't seem to resist a challenge...
Title: Easy Come
Characters: Riddler, Harley Quinn, Catwoman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 512
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For iosonosara’s Give Eddie Some Love Challenge.
He was looking at himself in the mirror. Anyone that saw him would have to admit, he looked good. C’mon, his green suit and the nifty bowler hat? Riddler winked at his reflection in the mirror.
He turned around and wasn’t surprised to see Harley Quinn standing in the doorway to his room.
“Hiya, Ed!” came the nasally greeting, “I’ve been looking for ya.”
Riddler swallowed. He liked Harley and her presence was made sweeter because that crazed clown was sure to be bother by it, “Why are you here?”
Harley moved towards him, hips swinging side to side, grin getting wider as she got closer, “You left the Iceberg Lounge so soon,” she pouted, “I didn’t get a chance to say hi.”
“Only to say hi?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Harley shook her head slowly, grinning in a way that let Eddie know she wanted him.
“Get away from him!”
Riddler spun in place to see a slinky, dark figure move into his room through the side window.
“Catwoman?”
“Sorry, Catty,” Harley protested, “but I was here first.”
Green eyes narrowed and dared blue ones to argue, “Eddie’s mine.”
Harley smiled sweetly at Eddie, then turned angrily towards Catwoman and shoved her. Then, Catwoman shoved Harley. Both women pushed each other a few more times, then it got violent. There was hair-pulling, suit-ripping action.
Riddler stood back watching as the women tore each other’s clothes off and he couldn’t help the grin that erupted across his face. They were fighting for him. And why shouldn’t they? It’s about time they realized he was a far more interesting specimen of a man than either Joker or, well, Batman was something else, but that was for another time, “Ladies? Ladies, can you stop for just a second?”
Harley and Catwoman did so and turned to look at him. They were both panting; their breasts, heaving up and down with each breath, were barely covered with what remained of their suits.
“You know,” Riddler twirled his cane, “There’s enough of me to go around...” both women smiled, “…if…” they frowned, “…you would be willing to share?”
Catwoman and Harley looked at each other and smiled. Then, they turned their lustful gaze towards him, “We can share you?”
My, that was a wonderful question, he thought. He winked at them, “You sure can.”
Both women sashayed towards him. Catwoman’s black hair made her eyes glow dangerously with desire and Harley’s blonde hair framed her face making her look like a naughty angel. Half of his clothes were ripped off, their eyes glued to him as they did it.
As they grabbed him and threw him on the bed, Riddler promised himself to send Ivy something nice to thank her for her sex pollen. She didn’t know he’d stolen some, but who didn’t like receiving presents in the mail? And next time, he would be sure to douse the Bat with a little pollen-he paused his daydreaming to watch the women finish undressing him-because wouldn’t it be simply incredible to have Batman fulfill his every whim as well?