Bubblegum Conundrum (DCU, Riddler/Harley, #579)
Title: Bubblegum Conundrum
Fandom: DCU
Challenge: #579 Riddle
Pairings: Riddler/Harley
Rating: G
Words: 327
It’s a mystery, why Harley’s here.
It’s not as though women never look at Eddie, but not like this, not usually. There have been women who’ve looked up to him, like Query and Echo, but that’s because he’d been the boss, the one planning the heists. Most other women are intrigued by the idea of a villain like him, but the way they view him, it’s insulting. He’s dangerous but not too dangerous in their eyes, a thrill but not a scare.
Harley, she runs with real power. She’s not some spoiled yuppie looking to get back at daddy or her ex-husband by temporarily running with the wrong crowd.
She’s been in love with the Joker for years, the unhealthy and fatal kind of love, but now she’s here, with Eddie, and he doesn’t understand.
It’s a riddle, but for once he’s not looking to unravel it.
He doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He doesn’t want her to leave.
But he can’t help himself. He can’t help his brain, can’t help his mouth. Already frowning, telling himself not to, even as his lips part, even as he asks, “Why is a -”
Harley’s hand slaps over his mouth, and she grins at him, playful but with eyes that burn.
“Save the questions, Eddie,” she teases. Her fingers smell like greasepaint, and they’re warm against Eddie’s lips. “For now, I just wanna make-out.”
She slides from the arm of the chair right on to his lap, replaces her hand with her mouth. She kisses just as Eddie would have guessed, fast and hungry, a little sloppy but still with finesse. She tastes like bubblegum.
The question is still there, still dancing on the tip of Eddie’s tongue. But Harley licks at it, curls her own tongue against it, and Eddie is happy to let it go unanswered.
For now. He’s sure his mind will spoil things, sooner rather than later. It always does.
Fandom: DCU
Challenge: #579 Riddle
Pairings: Riddler/Harley
Rating: G
Words: 327
It’s a mystery, why Harley’s here.
It’s not as though women never look at Eddie, but not like this, not usually. There have been women who’ve looked up to him, like Query and Echo, but that’s because he’d been the boss, the one planning the heists. Most other women are intrigued by the idea of a villain like him, but the way they view him, it’s insulting. He’s dangerous but not too dangerous in their eyes, a thrill but not a scare.
Harley, she runs with real power. She’s not some spoiled yuppie looking to get back at daddy or her ex-husband by temporarily running with the wrong crowd.
She’s been in love with the Joker for years, the unhealthy and fatal kind of love, but now she’s here, with Eddie, and he doesn’t understand.
It’s a riddle, but for once he’s not looking to unravel it.
He doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He doesn’t want her to leave.
But he can’t help himself. He can’t help his brain, can’t help his mouth. Already frowning, telling himself not to, even as his lips part, even as he asks, “Why is a -”
Harley’s hand slaps over his mouth, and she grins at him, playful but with eyes that burn.
“Save the questions, Eddie,” she teases. Her fingers smell like greasepaint, and they’re warm against Eddie’s lips. “For now, I just wanna make-out.”
She slides from the arm of the chair right on to his lap, replaces her hand with her mouth. She kisses just as Eddie would have guessed, fast and hungry, a little sloppy but still with finesse. She tastes like bubblegum.
The question is still there, still dancing on the tip of Eddie’s tongue. But Harley licks at it, curls her own tongue against it, and Eddie is happy to let it go unanswered.
For now. He’s sure his mind will spoil things, sooner rather than later. It always does.