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“You’re actually a vampire?”
Harley shifted on her feet, looking away from the confused, and slightly annoyed face Ivy was sending her. “Look, Red, at tha time it sounded cool, ok? I thought it would mean I’d have a bangin’ Halloween an’ I couldn’t just pass up—”
”Oh my god, Harls.” She huffed, hearing her girls laughter made her face burn, and her heart soar, but she still pouted, her arms stayed crossed over her stomach almost defensively. Stupid Vampire— Wait no. That sounded like she was talking about herself. Although— She had been a bit of a dum-dum. She should have known not to made deals with vampires, or you know, not to make deals with anyone. This was Gotham. Everyone’s a sly footed bastard here. At least Ives wasn’t upset.
But aside from her idiot decision, she still needed to know— “So will ya, let me bite ya?” Giving her girl a minute to decide she looked around the roof they were on. They were lucky Bats hadn’t been around, or they’d already be on their way to Arkham. Heh. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. She’d rather not.
Ivy gave her a look, like she was still debating, before she rolled her eyes, and tilted her head to the side. Showing her neck. Harley could already feel her fangs pushing out, and she brushed her tongue against the points, “Go ahead.”
And she sunk her fangs in.