A/N- So who's excited for Gotham City Sirens?! I know I am and I know I'm going to upset a lot of people when I say this but if the the rumours are true, how hot would Megan Fox look beside Margot Robbie as Poison Ivy! It's just my opinion, I know not everyone will agree so while you're reading this, picture whoever you want ;)
Anyway, this is my version of Gotham City Sirens, hope you all enjoy.
As always, I own nothing, all rights go to their respective owners.
GOTHAM CITY SIRENS
1
For the first time Gotham has been left without a leader.
At one time or another there was always someone willing or maybe too eager, to swoop in and become it's leader or commander; there was the Joker, Harvey Dent, the Penguin just to name a few but now it seems that no one wants Gotham, not even the good guys and who could blame them? Gotham has in a word, gone to shit.
But then Gotham could also be seen as a black cat. An animal that nobody wanted because of the superstition of bad luck but could also be one of the most cleverest felines out there and speaking of cats;
Selina Kyle was nothing if not an opportunist.
A corner of her mouth turned up as she perched on a roof ledge high above the city.
Gotham was for the taking and it would be oh so easy but of course...she couldn't do it on her own.
Leaping from the roof, Selina landed nimbly on her feet and looked in the direction of Arkham city.
She knew a few people that could help her.
She was sure that Batman wouldn't approve and most certainly would try to stop her but she had to give it shot.
She could imagine the words written on the front page already;
'Selina Kyle, Mayor of Gotham city'.
Gotta admit, it had a nice ring to it.
...
Poison Ivy wasn't the first person that Selina would have chosen to help her take over Gotham but then she didn't have many options and the plant woman was about as close to a friend as Selina could get; in fact, she was pretty sure that if Pamela heard Selina call her that, she'd quite possibly try to wipe out one of her nine lives.
Still, she had to give it a shot.
The red head lived in a nice apartment but it lacked security.
Selina managed to climb up and crawl inside the partially open window.
It was late so the red head was either asleep or at the lab, Selina had chosen the apartment first.
The bedroom door was shut and Selina crept towards it, praying to whatever she believed in that Pam would hear her out before attacking her for waking her up in the first place.
Selina expected to be hit in the face for this but what she didn't expect were the noises coming from the plant woman's room; moaning, grunting, hissing and now and again someone saying things along the lines of, 'oh yeah', 'just like that' and 'Oh God don't stop'.
Selina's black eyebrows drew together in confusion as she put her ear to the door.
Was Pamela...
"Uhhh! Right there! Oh my- I'm gonna-I'm gonna- Ohhh!"
Enough of this, Selina barged in and Pamela sat up straight, grabbing the sheets and holding them to her chest. She was breathing hard, sweat coating her brow and her red hair a complete mess.
"Am I interrupting something?" Selina purred, leaning on the door frame.
Green eyes narrowed to slits and the covers moved as someone poked their head out, looking as equally pissed off as Pam did.
"Uh yeah kinda!"
Selina's blue eyes widened and she fought to bite back a grin.
"Well I had heard rumors that the crazy Harley Quinn was screwing the plant lady but I never really believed it."
Pamela frowned and looked away, like she was annoyed that she'd gotten caught.
Harley stood, completely naked and went to grab her clothes from the floor, pulling them on and then standing beside the bed, arms folded.
"Yeah, so?"
Selina shrugged.
"Didn't know girls were your thing, Pam. Must have missed that memo."
"It-it's not what you think. We were just-"
"What are you lyin' for, Red? We've been doin' this for months!" Harley exclaimed.
"And you, don't you love the Joker or something?" Selina questioned, looking at the blonde.
Harley shrugged.
"Mista J ain't been so nice to me as of late."
Selina nodded.
Now that she could believe.
The Clown Prince of Gotham had a reputation for hitting his little lady when he was angry and he needed someone to take it out on. A few times Selina had seen her with bruises or a black eye.
"So when did you two start...uh..."
"Does it matter?" Pamela asked, clearly agitated.
Selina shrugged again.
"Not to me. I'm just making conversation."
"So why you here?" Harley snapped.
Selina had been so shocked to the find the two women in such a position that she had forgotten why she was here in the first place but now she remembered.
"I'm actually here to talk business. I have an proposition that you might be interested in."
"Me as well?" Harley asked pointing to herself.
Selina nodded.
"Ok I'm listenin'."
"Can I maybe put some clothes on first? Then we can talk." Pamela said.
Selina nodded and Harley went into the living room while Pamela stayed in her room to get changed.
Within a few minutes she came out looking a little more put together.
Selina was standing near the window while Harley was seated on the couch flicking through a magazine.
"You said you had a proposition for...us?" Pamela said, seeming not too sure whether to refer to just herself or herself and the blonde.
The cat woman nodded and folded her arms as she turned around, focusing on Pamela as it seemed that Harley's attention was elsewhere at the moment.
"I suppose you've heard that Gotham has no leader."
Pamela nodded.
"Yes. It's a shit hole for any loser who wants to rule it and so far? No takers."
"What if there was?"
"You mean you?"
Selina nodded once and grinned causing Pamela to frown a little.
"And why would we help you?"
"Because obviously, once I'm ruling Gotham, you two will be greatly rewarded."
"Heard it all before, hun." Harley drawled, not bothering to look up from the magazine.
Selina looked from Harley and then back to Pamela, knowing that the other woman wasn't quick to pass up an opportunity without thinking it through.
"Pam?"
The red head glanced down at the blonde and sighed.
"Rewarded how?"
"Whatever you want. I can't run Gotham on my own. I would need help."
Harley's blue eyes looked up from the magazine, suddenly interested.
"Help how?"
Selina now looked at Harley.
"Well every cat woman needs a plant lady and a psychotic bitch by her side."
Harley chewed on her bottom lip.
"Well you got Pam here on the plant bit but as for the psycho bitch? I dunno where you're gonna find one a them."
Pamela rolled her eyes.
"She means you, idiot."
Harley frowned at Pamela's harsh tone even if it was said with a bored under tone.
But it faded quickly and a bright grin replaced it.
"Oh! Then I'm in!"
Pamela let out a groan and then grabbed Harley's arm, wrenching her from the sofa and away from Selina to hiss at her.
"Since when do you make decisions without me?"
Harley pulled her arm free and rubbed at it where Pam's grip had been a little too hard.
"Since I think this is a good idea." She hissed back.
"You seriously want to back to Gotham and rule it? What happened to starting over in Arkham? We're away from everything that ever hurt us, Harls!
Joker doesn't come here, the Batman has too much on his plate to even notice when we pull the odd bank job, we've got it made here!"
Harley pouted and shrugged.
"Maybe I'm gettin' bored."
Pamela raised an eyebrow.
"Bored?"
"Uh huh. It's the same thing every day, Pam! I wanna do something exciting again!"
"Well what about that shop we raided the other week? That was exciting! We nearly got caught and everything!"
"It's not the same, Pam! What Selina is talking about is big time fun and you know it! If you wanna stay in Arkham, fine, but don't expect me to. I'm going with cat lady over there." Harley announced, hooking her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the...cat lady.
Selina stayed quiet, just watching the other two women argue and waiting for one to do what Harley had just done; split.
She'd heard things about Pam and Harley for a while now but she always believed in it very little. She knew that even if the rumors were true, she couldn't see them making a credible couple or even lasting very long, not unless Joker was dead.
She suspected that Pam felt more for Harley than the little blonde psycho ever would for the red head.
However, that really wasn't what she was here for, was it?
"If you two are done having your little spat, can I ask who's in?"
"I am!" Harley shouted, raising her hand like she was in a classroom.
Selina smiled a little but it was a cold smile, void of feeling, only that she was pleased she'd gotten half of what she wanted.
She looked pointedly at Pam.
"Pam?"
Pamela licked her lips, looked at Harley and frowned.
"I'm out."
"Pamela-"
Harley touched Selina's shoulder and the black haired woman had to stop herself from punching out at Harley. In truth, she'd never much cared for the lunatic.
"Leave her, Selina. She's obviously got used to being boring."
"Everything's one big fucking game to you, isn't it?" Pam spat, suddenly unable to control her anger.
Harley looked a little shocked before she recovered quickly.
"What's got you all riled up?"
"Are you serious? You don't know?" Pam asked, eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at Harley.
The blonde gave a helpless shrug.
"Honestly, I don't know what ya problem is."
Pam swallowed and her fists clenched and un-clenched at her sides.
"My problem my little psycho shithead, is you!"
"Me?!"
"Yes you! We came to Arkham to stay off the radar, remember? You didn't want Joker coming after you again. You said you didn't want to go back to Gotham as he would always find you there and now, here you are-" Pam stopped herself short as the pieces clicked together and she finally realized Harley's real need to get back to Gotham.
"Oh my God..."
Harley started to look shifty.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"That's why you want to go back to Gotham so badly...you want to find Joker!"
"Don't be so stupid! As if I'd want to go back to him!"
"You've done it before."
"Yeah well...not anymore."
"Do you really believe this crap?!" Pam snapped, looking at Selina.
Selina shrugged.
"As long as she's helping me I don't give a shit what she does."
Pam shook her head and sighed.
"Fine. You know what? Do what you want. Go back to Gotham, try and take it over. You can go back to being beaten senseless by Joker for all I care. Consider this the end of the road for us, Harls."
Harley frowned.
"You don't mean that."
"Don't I?"
Selina let out a breath.
"Look, I could really do with two of you helping me out but I'll take one of you either way, but the whole thing here is that I need to go back to Gotham now if I have any hope of claiming it as my own. So can you two just admit it's over between you and then we can get going?"
Harley raised her chin defiantly.
"Sounds good to me."
Pamela ignored them both and went into her room, slamming her door as hard as she could and making the windows shake with the force of it.
Harley shrugged.
"Guess it's just you and me, Kitty."
Selina clenched her teeth at the blonde.
"Don't call me that."
A/N- Just a little tease there. Let me know what you think and chapter two will be up soon.