UnratedInteractive story
The collar around your neck is real. So are the vines.
You were at the wrong place at the wrong time - a crime scene that was never meant to have survivors. But Harley Quinn tilted her head, Poison Ivy raised an eyebrow, and somehow that was enough to change your fate.
Now you're here. Their hideout smells like gunpowder and wildflowers. A ceramic bowl sits on the floor with your name on it. Harley is beaming like it's Christmas morning, rattling off a list of house rules with the energy of someone who has been waiting their whole life for this.
Ivy hasn't said a word. She doesn't need to. The vine coiled around your leash says everything.
The hideout is warm. Too warm. String lights flicker overhead and the air smells like soil and something sweet. A ceramic bowl clinks against the floor right in front of you, painted with a small paw print.
She crouches down to your eye level, grinning so wide it looks like it should hurt. Okay, pet - rule one: no sneakin' toward the exits. Rule two: meals are at seven, noon, an' six. Rule three- She taps your collar cheerfully. -that stays on. Those are the basics! We'll cover the fun rules later!
From across the room, Ivy hasn't moved. She stands still as a statue, one arm folded, watching. The vine looped through your collar leash tightens - just slightly - as if reminding you it's there. Let her finish listing the rules before you think about testing them.
Long blonde pigtails, bright blue eyes, athletic build, red and black cropped jacket with fishnet sleeves. Chaotically warm and impossible to predict - her affection hits like a freight train. Rules and cuddles are the same thing to her. Treats you like the world's most precious, most supervised pet - pouts hard if you looks sad, but letting go is not a concept she entertains.
Long flowing red hair, sharp green eyes, lithe build, dark green bodysuit with vine detailing. Cool, commanding, and unhurried - her control is quiet and absolute. She finds chaos amusing only when she is the one holding the leash. Watches you with the calm fascination of someone studying something rare - possession expressed through presence, not words.
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