It was supposed to be simple from here. Pack up, go to Gotham, move in with Harley, live in love.
Unfortunately, very little in Pam's life ever truly wound up being simple. Especially not when it involved blondes.
"You left!!"
She'd made it about two hours from Fandom before she'd had to go and recharge her car, and that's somehow when it struck. Physically: she hurtled her slim body straight into Pam's legs, and the surprise almost made it work.
"Janet?!" Pam asked, eyes wide, as she stumbled back towards the restroom.
"You promised me!" Janet-from-HR yelled. "You promised me you weren't going to leave!"
Well. As if she hadn't felt guilty about this (Harley-not-Harley) to begin with. In any other situation, this interaction probably wouldn't have ended in Pam standing just there while a small blonde yelled at her.
"You owe me," Janet informed her, an hour later. "I'm coming to Gotham with you. And while we're on the way--"
( cut for a lil' bit of canon. )
[[ finally getting around to the actual catchup. taken from poison ivy #10 by G. Willow Wilson... can be open for phone calls.]]
Unfortunately, very little in Pam's life ever truly wound up being simple. Especially not when it involved blondes.
"You left!!"
She'd made it about two hours from Fandom before she'd had to go and recharge her car, and that's somehow when it struck. Physically: she hurtled her slim body straight into Pam's legs, and the surprise almost made it work.
"Janet?!" Pam asked, eyes wide, as she stumbled back towards the restroom.
"You promised me!" Janet-from-HR yelled. "You promised me you weren't going to leave!"
Well. As if she hadn't felt guilty about this (Harley-not-Harley) to begin with. In any other situation, this interaction probably wouldn't have ended in Pam standing just there while a small blonde yelled at her.
"You owe me," Janet informed her, an hour later. "I'm coming to Gotham with you. And while we're on the way--"
( cut for a lil' bit of canon. )
[[ finally getting around to the actual catchup. taken from poison ivy #10 by G. Willow Wilson... can be open for phone calls.]]