eroticliteracy
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 21, 2018
She was on one of her usual walkabouts trading the abandoned green house she was running her experiments in for the green of nature. It was cold and chilly out which gave her an excuse to rap herself in a coat and leggings instead of her usual skin tight green costume. Her shocking red hair was pulled back contained in a ponytail that kissed the middle of her ass. A scarf wrapped around her face hiding most of her green tinted skin and giving her some space from the preying eyes of Gotham.
"Hello my lovelies" She purred moving amount the flower beds and admiring the green. Every so often her gloved hand would pull out of her pocket sprinkling a little of her special seeds and chemical concoctions on a plant that looked in need. She hummed to herself as she worked her ruby red lips pursing as she fell into her natural role of mother and nurturer.
She was towards the middle of the park when she heard a low groan. She turned her jade green eyes assessing the park before she spotted a figure on the bench. Her eyes softened slightly. It seemed there was another poor soul of Gotham out in the park tonight.
Against her better judgement Pamela Isley moved towards the bench. She was curious. When her eyes fell on that shock of hair she knew all to well her curiosity went straight to fear and worry.
"Harley!" Pamela shouted moving forward as fast as her heeled boots would take her. She moved towards the fellow super villianess gather her in her arms and pulled her against her coat.
'Harley talk to me honey" Pamela said stroking her hair "What did he do?! What did he do?!"
"Hello my lovelies" She purred moving amount the flower beds and admiring the green. Every so often her gloved hand would pull out of her pocket sprinkling a little of her special seeds and chemical concoctions on a plant that looked in need. She hummed to herself as she worked her ruby red lips pursing as she fell into her natural role of mother and nurturer.
She was towards the middle of the park when she heard a low groan. She turned her jade green eyes assessing the park before she spotted a figure on the bench. Her eyes softened slightly. It seemed there was another poor soul of Gotham out in the park tonight.
Against her better judgement Pamela Isley moved towards the bench. She was curious. When her eyes fell on that shock of hair she knew all to well her curiosity went straight to fear and worry.
"Harley!" Pamela shouted moving forward as fast as her heeled boots would take her. She moved towards the fellow super villianess gather her in her arms and pulled her against her coat.
'Harley talk to me honey" Pamela said stroking her hair "What did he do?! What did he do?!"