The shrill wind bit at her cheeks drawing tears to her eyes. Sheets of pouring rain soaked through her clothing. Trine was sincerely regretting her casual ensemble. The now darkened grey sweatpants clung to her chilled legs, and her fake converse squelched with water. Her lacy grey bra was showing obnoxiously through her flimsy white t-shirt. The t-shirt itself was tied in a cropped fashion at her stomach, but due to the unrelenting rain the thin material was sticking to her every bump and curve.
Still, she hovered in the despicable whether for several minutes. The dark alley sheltered her figure, hiding her from view. The graffiti the wall were adorned with, reflected in her glossy eyes. Trine watched the lithe figure of the beautiful woman in front of her, as she turned her head from left to right continuously (as if watching a ping pong game).
Most people- sane people- would never think to, let alone dare to, approach the woman, but Trine felt her feet drifting forward. She felt she couldn't just leave her- there was a lost, wild look embedded in her eyes that wrenched Trine's heart. Of course, Trine knew who she was, everyone does, but that didn't subside the guilt at the idea of leaving her lost.
The women's slim, toned body was covered in a short dress, decorated in a red and black harlequin pattern, white jester trim, and a ruffled white bow around the middle. Red stockings clung seductively up her accentuated legs. Black stiletto heals adorned her feet, the red bottoms proclaiming them to be one of the few brands Trine knew- Louboutin.
So, after much staring, and with running mascara and dripping hair, Trine approached the gorgeous lady.
"Are you lost?" Trine called above the roaring wind, one she was stood several places behind the jesting blonde.
"Hm?" The clown hums as she spins quickly to face Trine. Harley's eyes run appreciatively up and down the smaller girls form. Unconsciously she licked her lips, her maniacal smile spilling onto her tattooed face.
"Are you lost?" Trine called again. Agitated due to still being in the atrocious whether, she was quite snappy.
Harley's delirious, yet strong voice replied, "I'm always lost, sugar, you gotta be more specific!" Cackling laughter followed from the blondes luscious mouth. On a usual occasion Trine would be patient, and uncaring of the woman's behaviour, but as a shivering mess she merely wished to get out of the cold.
"You're Harley, right? Harley Quinn?" She asked a question she already knew the answer to, hoping it would lead to Harley's return to wherever, and her own return to warmth.
"Might be." Harley narrowed her eyes, "Who's askin'?"
Trine sighed through her nose, trying to keep her mind calm and adultish, "Well if you happen to be lost and you are Harley Quinn, the Smile and Grin is three blocks that way." She gestured with her thumb to her left. Harley followed the gesture, looking to her right, before quickly snapping her gaze back to Trine.
"Now, sugar, aren't you scared out here all alone?" Harley took a step closer, purring the words, "There are, ah, dangerous people."
Trine shrugged nonchalantly, her face blank, "Not really."
Within seconds Harley has her pinned against the dirty, damp wall, gun pressed firmly against Trine's temple. The girl barely even flinched. "You scared now?" Harley purred, lips almost pressed again Trine's skin.
Still, Trine merely sighed, exhausted by the effort that was the outside world, "Not really." She repeated.
A bubble of laughter broke through Harley's lips. Suddenly, she cut herself off, tilting her head in intrigue as she studied the other woman's face, "Why?" She whispered, her tone dangerous but inviting, full of wonderful curiosity.
"Maybe I jus' don't care." Trine shrugged the best she could, with Harley practically splayed across her.
Harley quickly pushed away, standing to several steps back, gun put back to wherever it was hidden, "You're an odd little thing. What's ya name, cutie?" Harley smiled, scanning Trine again, enjoying the view that had mercifully been placed before her.
"Trine." Trine replied, pushing off from the battered wall.
"Why ya all on your lonesome, Trine?" Harley's voice seemed to be a continuous purr. Harley's eyes narrowed as Trine only shrugs on response. Still her smile didn't falter, instead it transform into a weapon of seduction, "Wanna come back to the club with me?" She invited.
"Not really," Trine continued her explanation at Harley's irattated expression expression, "I don't like people all that much." Her shrugging ability never seemed to cease.
"How's about I walk you home?" Harley offered, taking a different route with the odd girl. It was the oddness that intrigued the Queen, making her want to play.
"Why?" Trine's face scrunched up in genuine confusion. Harley found the expression adorable yet saddening at the same time, it lit a maddening spark of anger with the blonde. Still, she quelled it.
"Make sure your safe." Harley smirked, throwing the stunning girl a wink.
In the mood she was in, Trine didn't have it within her to blush, instead she shrugged, again, "Doesn't really matter if I am or not."
Harley considered her for a moment, eyes darting over the other woman's every feature, "Hm. Come on, Trine, let's get you home." Her not so subtle questions turned into a command, as she began to walk forward.
"Uh-" Trine commented, not moving from her spot.
Harley looked at her over her shoulder, a glimmering smile planted on her lips, "Yes, cutie?"
Trine sighed obscurely, "That's the wrong way."
Harley majestically spun around, "Which way then, sweetie?" Trine gestured to her right- the opposite direction of the Smile and Grin. Harley made a tuning sound, "You live in very a bad part of town, honey." She said as she began the walk, pulling Trine along with her.
Trine repeated her never ending tirade of shrugs, "Rents cheap."
"Yeah, 'cause everyone dies there." Harley retorted, her voice harsh for the first time.
A tense silence elapsed over the two women, as they walk through Gotham. Trine noted how Harley didn't at all seem cold, whilst she, herself, was numbly and burningly freezing. Harley continued her observation of Trine, although, her eyes always seemed to glide back to the shorter woman's breasts, as her teasing bra was startlingly clear. What truly started Harley was the view of Trine's stomach. It's wasn't flat, as the murderess originally believed, instead it was far to hollow- on a further account she noticed all of Trine's body appeared, at least, slightly too thin.
"When the last time you ate?" Harley's agitated question broke their silence.
"Yesterday?" Trine questioned, slightly unsure if she was remembering correctly.
Harley tutted unhappily. She asked, "Why you not eatin' prop'ly?"
"It's expensive." Trine stated blankly. Another tense silence elapsed around them.
Thankfully, they reached Trine's rundown apartment, so the brunette stopped and turned towards it.
"Come to the club tomorrow, sweetie." Harley commanded, her smile returned to it's rightful place, "Tell 'em I invited ya. I'll see you them!" She, quite suddenly, skipped off and disappeared. Trine shrugged and quickly manoeuvred her way into the dodgy block of flats. Unknown to her, Harley watched it all, until she was certain the girl was in the building, but even then, Harley's body buzzed angrily at the awareness it still wasn't safe.
Eventually she broke her gaze away. Harley skipped down the path that would somehow lead her to Mr J.