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Poison Ivy gritted her teeth as the rush of street cars stalled beside her. She knew though that Harlequin was racing her on this night. The Harlequin was rash and bumped into others purposely, with ill intention. She didn't wish to get on any of her sides particularly.. Wouldn't end well for either of them.
“Ivy I repeat do not pull any shit on us tonight!" Selina, her manager wailed in her ear through a microphone, breaking her train of thought.
Ivy refocused her attention to the flag waver. She looked on both of her sides, cornered between The city’s buildings and another racer. She bent her neck to the sides, letting it pop. The beautiful lady waved the flag down moments later and the four cars were off. Ivy looked around at her surroundings, surveying the turn onto a drift. The three others took the drift, not Ivy. She had a better, more dangerous plan.
She kept her eyes straight as her Hennessey Venom F5 Roadster cut a corner. Her eyebrows knit closer to one another as she zeroed in.
It wasn't exactly smart to use a supercar in street racing, that she was absurdly aware of but her control of the car expelled a danger. Ivy's eyes guided to the side for a moment, seeing Harleen's car bump with the two men from where she was racing. No way she'd lose to that.
“Selina I'll be fine.” she grumbled out as she took a sharp turn to the left, onto a dark street that left little room to maneuver, it was perfect. It would break hard right after she made it to the main road, but kept in a straight line. This allowed her to pick up more than enough speed. She pressed hard on the gas, the car now breaching 250 mph.
“Ivy, this is dangerous!” Selina’s voice came out in a plea. She did not wish to see her star be destroyed by means of a crash. Selina always worried about Ivy, much like a mother.
“Selina shut up!” Ivy muttered as her road seemed to raise, elevating above the rest of the cars. There were two others, ‘Enigma’ , and ‘Split-Side’, Ivy knew them from other racing experiences and they were relentless in their desire to win. But.. She was worse.
She smirked as her car flew through the air like a bird before hitting the ground with a small bounce. Her whole body jumped with the contact. She shifted the gear to steady the car, it now turned to face the other three. The Harlequin had been in the lead, and now it was Ivy. She raised two fingers to her helmet, saluting the other woman before shifting the gear again, quickly turning her car to the correct -forward- position. She had to quickly regain focus as she now began to feel herself bouncing from her seat from the adrenaline.
She took a deep breath and drifted on the next turn, a considerably large gap in the cars behind her. Her abrupt turn around had caused the others to slow out of fear of being bumped and thrown into a wall.
“Ivy what the hell! You're fucking insane!” Selina was screaming, excitement lining her voice. “Crazy!!" she repeated before her line went silent. Pamela laughed heartily as she cleared a straight away, her tires never leaving the middle of the road. Road hogging wasn't especially appreciated, but she needed it now as she could see another drift just a good 30 yards from her. She knit her brows together as she approached, her car close to the buildings on the outside of the patch of road. Her car fumbled slightly on the drift, wiggling as it too seemed excited.
“Ivy, stop wiggling out there. We can't lose a car this valuable you crazy bitch.” a harsh voice reminded her. This was Frank, the man who took care of her cars, who took care of her.
“Got it Frank. I'm almost at the finish.” Ivy replied as she took a peek at her mirror. Enigma and Split-Side' were struggling behind Harlequin, who was quickly coming up behind Ivy. “Not today, Quin.” she muttered and stepped– no. She floored it to the finish line.
The second flag bearer throw down her arms, the flags waving as they fell. Ivy had won. “Fuck yeah.” she muttered as she let the car slow down. She heard whoops from her crew, Selina and Frank both cheering in her ears.
“YOU DID IT IVES!! I'm so proud of you!” Selina called to her as her car came to a full stop nearly a quarter a mile away from the finish line at a small gas station. That was where the drivers had agreed to give one another their thanks. She was tackled into a tough hug as soon as she stepped out of the vehicle. Frank clapped her on the shoulder, Selina giving her a sloppy kiss on the temple.
A sleek red and black Chevrolet Corvette Grand Sport pulled right beside her own car, a small blonde stepped out of it. She was.. She was short, to say the least. And she was approaching Pamela quickly. Selina and Frank strayed away as they began to review Ivy's performance and as they felt the tension in the toxic city air rise between the two women. The blond strode right up to Ivy, looked her up and down and smiled. “Betcha gots a pretty face under ‘at.” she muttered.
Ivy always kept her helmet on, her anonymity was a key part to her act. It kept everyone on their toes, the edges of their seats, whatever expression Tokyo used. It kept interest on her. She was up and coming, attention from the public was everything she needed, and by god did she thrive in it.
“I assure you, Quin, I have a beautiful face under this.” I said with a chuckle before extending my hand for her to shake. She took it and shook gently. "For a new racer you're damn good, I wouldn't've dared turnin’ that street, looked way too narrow. How'd ya know you'd fit?”
Okay- so to say Ivy rarely interacted with other racers after she finished was an understatement, she never spoke right after a race. Well, maybe besides to Edward. And speak of the devil, Nygma and Dent parked their cars at the other pump.
She chuckled. “Just guessed.” she removed her hand from mine and stared at me, clearly baffled. “Just guessed?! Ya took a fifty fifty on if ya’d go crashing into walls with your 3 million fuckin dollar car?!! Are you crazy!” she exclaimed. She was adorable, jumping like a child, Ivy had concluded.
“Selina tends to tell me I am..?” She didn't know her name, Quin felt improper now that Ivy had seen her apart from her stone cold racing side.
“Harleen.. Harley, whichever is fine.” she smiled at Ivy, one that somehow grew larger, strangely so. “And you? Or do the ladies you salute to on the road not get to know your name?”
Ivy smirked. “Just Ivy is fine Harley.” initially it had been a try on the name, and the way it flowed out of her mouth had felt so graceful. Ivy nodded her head lazily to the small gas station, Harley took the hint and they started that way. Ivy had promised Harley she'd pay before they stepped in, saying it'd be a remedy for Harleen's wounded ego. Harley had laughed at her joke and made a b-line to the candies, grabbing a pack of Kit Kat's before shrugging at Ivy through the sparsely shelved aisle. Ivy just rolled her eyes and grabbed a bottle of I Lohas from the small drink filled fridge.
I Lohas was perfect, Pamela had deduced. They hailed from a company putting in effort to help the environment. She smiled as she walked to the register, Harley was close behind her, placing her Kit Kat and a bottle of Fanta on the marbled counter. The cashier was kind, telling him that he had watched with the managers as they raced. He spoke broken English, so Ivy had spoken to him in Japanese. Harley was surprised by the change of tongue but let Ivy be her interpreter regardless.
“I loved when you flew above the others.” He has said to Ivy. “I wish I knew what was under the hood” he had laughed at his joke.
Ivy answered all his questions as she fished out 500 yen. She paid in full, obviously.
“Yer so cool, knowin’ Japanese like that! I woulda never guessed!” she cooed as they walked to their cars together. “One of my many talents.” Ivy muttered as she looked down as her I Lohas bottle, remembering she couldn't drink it without taking off her helmet. Luckily she was broken from that thought as Edward, the driver ‘Enigma’ clapped her on the butt with a laugh.
“Great racing out there princess!" he teased at her. Oh he's got it coming. Ivy smirked under her helmet before twisting her side and throwing the bottle in her hand at him. He was running from her like a toddler when it clocked him right in the shoulder and he whined. Ivy let a low, husky laugh breach her lips, causing Harley to shake with anticipation. Edward held up a middle finger as he threw it back at her. She caught it and set it on the hood of her car as he got in his. She sighed and turned to Harvey, driver known as Split-Side. She pulled him in for a friendly hug. She tapped his back twice. “Watch out for the Jester.” he warned before backing up and he too returned to his car.
Now it was only Ivy and Harley alone. “Sooooooo…” Harley said, the toe of her shoe digging into the asphalt. “I was thinkin’ that since we're both going ta be here in Tokyo for a few more days for other races, we outta get ta know each other. Maybe we could go for dinner or somethin?"
Awfully forward, the redhead joked to herself. Ivy smiled despite herself and nodded. “Sure Harleen, dinner sounds great. Just- DM on Instagram, I'll give you my number later. Though now I gotta go, Selina's giving me an awful glare.” She placed her hand on Harleen's shoulder before turning in the direction of Selina and Frank.
“The hell was that Ives?" Selina whisper-yelled as I got closer to the pair.
“What? I offered to buy her whatever she pleased. Then we got caught up with Nygma and Dent.. Sort of.” She looked up at the tall skyscrapers towering above and smiled.
“No Ivy, you lovesick lesbian, what was that? She was totally giving you googly eyes! Don't go mingling with her, it's bad luck.”
Ivy gave her a hard glare from underneath her helmet shield. “I don't believe it.” she groaned as her face heated up. Selina was just beginning to scold her when suddenly her phone dinged. It was a sweet sound, Selina pulled it from her pocket and handed it to Ivy, Selina insists on it being nowhere near the driver while she races.
“‘Tokyo Racing : Poison Ivy, who is she and how did she beat the unbeaten?’ Damn Ives, you've already got huge public attention, how much more do you need.” she laughed heartily, another ding following it. It was her mentor Bruce congratulating her on the win. Both Selina and Ivy smiled at that.
“Y’know kitty, your boy toy is pretty sweet to me." Ivy teased before replying to it and opening Instagram. At this point, Harleen had pulled from the lot a few minutes ago and was now probably riding off to her hotel. Ivy typed Str8awaysprts into the search bar and clicked the profile. At the top sat a picture of Harleen from a few months ago, it had been pinned to the top alongside Ivy and her black Lamborghini from a couple weeks ago. Ivy took off her leather glove and clicked on the picture of Harley, then on her tagged account.
“Ives, let's call it a night, yeah? I'll take the big guns back to the garage and you can take the back up car?" Frank interrupted. Ivy nodded and tossed him the keys to the very expensive car, he handed her keys to a Toyota Camry. This was common practice after a race, a conservation of face. Frank would take the racing cars to one of the garages, leading the public his way instead while Pam would slip off her leather jacket and her helmet and disappear into normal traffic to her hotel.
It went the same tonight except for a certain blonde had been blowing up Pamela's phone the whole ride. She shook her head as she tapped away on the cold screen of the phone, responding to any questions Harleen had. They had decided to grab dinner the next night at a bar south of where they had raced.
Pamela made it up to her room, a shared penthouse she had snagged last minute. It was beautiful to say the least, huge and luxurious. Everything was marble and leather, it was a dream come true. She slipped off her boots at the door and traveled to the bedroom. She didn't really mind sharing a small portion of the penthouse, it just made it easier to keep track of things for the room cleaners, to keep track of the bar.
As soon as Pam had her things set in the bedroom and she changed, she made her way to said bar. The smell of vanilla wafted from the entryway, it wasn't strong but Pamela smelled it like she was right beside the source. She stepped into the blue LED lights shining on all the beverages. Pamela smiled and stepped towards the wine rack, she was wearing spandex shorts and a tank top. It was Summer so it made sense to wear it but the cold walk-in fridge storing beers beside her made her believe otherwise. She shivered as the door to it opened, the other tenant stepped forward, clad in a bra and sweatpants… She had beautiful blonde hair and she turned around with bright blue-..
“Harleen?!”