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joan_of_barkIt 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--"
"I'm not going on a wellness retreat," Pam sighed, pinching her brow. Yes, she felt guilty. But how guilty... "It'll be rich women drinking overpriced green juice and talking about their pelvic floors."
"Why are you like this?!" Janet yelled. "You know how stressed I've been? You owe me some rest and relaxation! And it might be good for you, too!"
Personally, Pam thought that if she, of all people, went on a wellness retreat with a bunch of rich women, the most likely result was high blood pressure. Or a massacre. She pinched her brow even harder.
"Besides, you'd love Gwendolyn Caltrope," Janet continued. "Her whole deal is about being environmentally aware and practicing conscious capitalism--"
Wait.
Pam pushed away from the toilet building. "Did you just say conscious capitalism?" Oh. Oh, her phony buzzword radar was blinking. Oh. This was one of those.
In turn, the little blonde blanched. "No!" she said. And then, as realization set in-- "No, no, you're not going to destroy Gwendolyn Caltrope. She's harmless!"
"We'll see about that." Pam scooped Janet by the arm, tugging her back towards the car. She had a backpack on her, so, Pam figured, Janet probably had all of her stuff with her anyway. Might as well get moving. "Anybody who claims you can burn through the earth's resources as long as you do it consciously is selling something much more malicious than expensive smoothies."
"I'd forgotten how telling you anything is always a mistake," Janet mumbled, letting herself get dragged.
"Just get in the van." Pam threw her a wry smile. "I missed you too, Janet."
You know what? She kind of had.
[[ 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--"
"I'm not going on a wellness retreat," Pam sighed, pinching her brow. Yes, she felt guilty. But how guilty... "It'll be rich women drinking overpriced green juice and talking about their pelvic floors."
"Why are you like this?!" Janet yelled. "You know how stressed I've been? You owe me some rest and relaxation! And it might be good for you, too!"
Personally, Pam thought that if she, of all people, went on a wellness retreat with a bunch of rich women, the most likely result was high blood pressure. Or a massacre. She pinched her brow even harder.
"Besides, you'd love Gwendolyn Caltrope," Janet continued. "Her whole deal is about being environmentally aware and practicing conscious capitalism--"
Wait.
Pam pushed away from the toilet building. "Did you just say conscious capitalism?" Oh. Oh, her phony buzzword radar was blinking. Oh. This was one of those.
In turn, the little blonde blanched. "No!" she said. And then, as realization set in-- "No, no, you're not going to destroy Gwendolyn Caltrope. She's harmless!"
"We'll see about that." Pam scooped Janet by the arm, tugging her back towards the car. She had a backpack on her, so, Pam figured, Janet probably had all of her stuff with her anyway. Might as well get moving. "Anybody who claims you can burn through the earth's resources as long as you do it consciously is selling something much more malicious than expensive smoothies."
"I'd forgotten how telling you anything is always a mistake," Janet mumbled, letting herself get dragged.
"Just get in the van." Pam threw her a wry smile. "I missed you too, Janet."
You know what? She kind of had.
[[ finally getting around to the actual catchup. taken from poison ivy #10 by G. Willow Wilson... can be open for phone calls.]]
