Full Moon - She Who Hangs The Moon
Title: She Who Hangs The Moon
Universe: DCU
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Riddler/ Harley Quinn
Word Count: 500
Summary: Eddie's stakeouts are usually boring...
It was a quiet night in Gotham.
That would never last.
Eddie Nigma adjusted his video camera and tightened focus on the loading dock. All he had to do now was wait for his client's partner, get proof of the double deal and follow him back to rest of the goods.
Predictable, easy, boring, but it padded his pockets nicely.
“It's a gorgeous moon, ain't it Eddie?”
Well maybe not boring. He glanced over at Harley Quinn, perched on the edge of the roof, full costume, grinning up at the moon.
“Will you please show some discretion Harley?” How had she talked him into bringing her? “All anyone has to do is look up...”
“Yeah, yeah...” She scooted away from the edge. “Full moon got ya crazy Eddie?”
He snorted. “Ridiculous superstition, studies prove...”
“Blah, blah... scientists don't know everything.”
“Says the former psychologist.”
“An' look how fast I ended up in the looney bin. I tell ya a few full moons with Mista J an' ya get to see how it dials up the crazy.”
“It's the Joker. Cereal dials up the crazy.”
Harley smirked. “You're gettin' snarky Eddie, that's the moon mojo bringin' that out.”
Eddie didn't bother pointing out that if anything was bringing out the snark it was Harley. At least she'd brought coffee.
A rumbling motor pulled his attention back to business. Finally. The truck backed into the alley as the wind picked up. Out of the corner of his eye Eddie noted Harley shudder.
“I told you to dress appropriately.”
“I did! This is costume work right? You're in costume...”
“My costume is a suit, Harley... layers... You might as well be in body paint.” Not that he was complaining. His gaze travelled over her skintight catsuit. Very perky... A faint leer entered his voice. “You are chilly aren't you?”
Her look dropped the ambient temperature a few more degrees and he turned back to his surveillance with a chuckle.
A donut hit his face moments later.
As it slid down his cheek Harley giggled. “Sorry Ed.” She leaned in, grabbing his chin and he made a token effort at struggling when she spat on a napkin and started scrubbing. As she chattered on about some nonsense, Eddie's mind turned over the riddle that was Harley Quinn. She was a friend, someone who cared. Human contact was distracting but it was... nice.
Clean-up complete, she sat back with a sigh, staring at the moon again. As she shivered he was struck with the urge to give her his coat. He was just shrugging out of it, stomach fluttering oddly, when she jumped up.
“Hey! They're headin' out! Let's go Ed!”
She jumped from the roof with a whoop as he scrambled after.
“Last one down is a rotten Bat!”
“Harley discretion... damn-it!”
The full moon might not drive him to distraction, but Harley certainly did.
Universe: DCU
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Riddler/ Harley Quinn
Word Count: 500
Summary: Eddie's stakeouts are usually boring...
It was a quiet night in Gotham.
That would never last.
Eddie Nigma adjusted his video camera and tightened focus on the loading dock. All he had to do now was wait for his client's partner, get proof of the double deal and follow him back to rest of the goods.
Predictable, easy, boring, but it padded his pockets nicely.
“It's a gorgeous moon, ain't it Eddie?”
Well maybe not boring. He glanced over at Harley Quinn, perched on the edge of the roof, full costume, grinning up at the moon.
“Will you please show some discretion Harley?” How had she talked him into bringing her? “All anyone has to do is look up...”
“Yeah, yeah...” She scooted away from the edge. “Full moon got ya crazy Eddie?”
He snorted. “Ridiculous superstition, studies prove...”
“Blah, blah... scientists don't know everything.”
“Says the former psychologist.”
“An' look how fast I ended up in the looney bin. I tell ya a few full moons with Mista J an' ya get to see how it dials up the crazy.”
“It's the Joker. Cereal dials up the crazy.”
Harley smirked. “You're gettin' snarky Eddie, that's the moon mojo bringin' that out.”
Eddie didn't bother pointing out that if anything was bringing out the snark it was Harley. At least she'd brought coffee.
A rumbling motor pulled his attention back to business. Finally. The truck backed into the alley as the wind picked up. Out of the corner of his eye Eddie noted Harley shudder.
“I told you to dress appropriately.”
“I did! This is costume work right? You're in costume...”
“My costume is a suit, Harley... layers... You might as well be in body paint.” Not that he was complaining. His gaze travelled over her skintight catsuit. Very perky... A faint leer entered his voice. “You are chilly aren't you?”
Her look dropped the ambient temperature a few more degrees and he turned back to his surveillance with a chuckle.
A donut hit his face moments later.
As it slid down his cheek Harley giggled. “Sorry Ed.” She leaned in, grabbing his chin and he made a token effort at struggling when she spat on a napkin and started scrubbing. As she chattered on about some nonsense, Eddie's mind turned over the riddle that was Harley Quinn. She was a friend, someone who cared. Human contact was distracting but it was... nice.
Clean-up complete, she sat back with a sigh, staring at the moon again. As she shivered he was struck with the urge to give her his coat. He was just shrugging out of it, stomach fluttering oddly, when she jumped up.
“Hey! They're headin' out! Let's go Ed!”
She jumped from the roof with a whoop as he scrambled after.
“Last one down is a rotten Bat!”
“Harley discretion... damn-it!”
The full moon might not drive him to distraction, but Harley certainly did.