Feb. 24th, 2025

joan_of_bark: (pam: snuggles)
Harley had come back to her. Harley had come. Back. To her. After everything Pam had told her, every word she'd written, the long dark night of her lamia-infused suicide mission across the country, after everything she'd done to Harley before that...

Harley had come back to her.

And for the first few hours, they did nothing but get reacquainted. )

And so they got dressed, and made it down to the store. Pam wasn't surprised to find Adrian had closed it up, though she was grateful. He'd been a better friend to her than she deserved - probably better yet because she still hadn't told him why she didn't deserve it.

She wondered how his grove would look to Harley's eyes now.

But that was for later, maybe. For now, Pam took Harley out onto the streets, her own small smile stuck to her face like it was glued that way-- as she watched Harley watch the world through her eyes. For no other reason than that Harley wanted to.

[[ taken and adapted from Poison Ivy #9 by G. Willow Wilson. mentions of some psychotropic fungus use under the cut. continued in the comments, but pam and her harley are At Large on Fandom this evening, so this post is open to anyone who might bump into them along the way ]]
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