Healing Harley

Circe led the two towards the medical lab. She took place on one of the beds. Leaning on her hands. ''Here we are. You got everything you need here.'' She looked at the girl ''What have you done my deary. You don't look so good.''

Pietro thanked Circe with a smile, as he guided Harley to one of the medical bay beds.

"Site here Sweetheart." Pietro situated Harley on the bed. "I'll be right back."

Pietro moved to ward the supply closets and started to get out everything he would need, antibiotics, and bandages. He moved them all beside Harley and he got to work.

Harley felt the arms leave her and Harley obeyed, not really thinking on her own. She heard a woman speak, one that she had not heard from before, "Who are you?" she asked dishearteningly. She blinked lightly, tears streaming down her face, "Can you get some eye drops too?" she said, her voice didn't even sound like her own, to herself. It had been a long time since she had been Harley Quinnzel. It would be a hard adjustment.

Circe raised an eyebrow at the girls comment. Not really caring. She tilted her head. Looking how Pietro started his work. ''Shall I leave you love birds alone?'' She stood up. She made her way towards the door.

"Do you think you could get me the eye drops before you go? Please Circe?" Pietro called to her before she left.

Circe turned to look at him. He gave her his most pleading look as he continued to doctor and rap her hands.

Harley swallowed, her throat feeling swollen and sore, "I can't... I can't believe I did it." She felt a tightness around her hands, looking down she felt stinging pain while he wrapped bandages around her hands, "...I went into shock over that...?" she murmured out, "Then I'll feel horrible for B-man, he's probably going to be dead..." she whispered out, wondering if she could in fact cause more psychiatric damage to Joker by stealing the thing he wanted to kill the most.

She looked at Pietro. Sighing as she walked over to the cabinet. Taking out the eye drops. She walked over to Pietro. Handing him the eye drops. She turned arround and walked out of the medical lab.

"Thank you Circe!" Pietro called after her.

He turned back to Harley and smiled at her calmly. He might ask her about this Batman latter. Right now she was what was important.

"So Harl tell me about this Jack-off you just dumped."

He smiled and sat next to her and handed her the eye drops.

He laid his hand on her knee and patten it kindly.

Harley took the eye drops opening her lids weird and dropping some in, "Truth be told, I wear glasses. Blind as a bat without 'em." Her lip quivered before she straightened up, "He told me, "No, Harley. I'm busy now." with his little experiment. That girl he has on a table won't last long with what he has planned... or just planned." Harley took a quick look at her hand, "I went off on him, threw my nurses hat, the one he thought I should wear when we took over the very Asylum I worked at, at 'em and... well that's all I remember." Harley's slumped her shoulders.

"Well I think you would look hot if you decided to wear glasses." Pietro rubbed her knee soothingly.

"Now tell me about this Batman you are so worried about?" Pietro looked at her intently to listen to anything she said.

"B-man, he's the Dark Night of where I come from. He's... a hero. Snatchin' up the crooks and all that jazz. He foiled everything single one of the Joker's plot and schemes... except this one. This time the Joker was smarter then the ole bats... and we got him... er... her. I dunno, anyway we unmasked him, he was a billionaire play-boy in our universe, Bruce Wayne... who woulda guessed?" She said continuing her epic tale, "And... Scarecrow, the ole bag of hay, put something in his blood stream, changed him, y'know? He became a she, which was not what Mista J wanted." She was falling into her old voice, needing something familiar. "He was screaming and going on about telling me, ME, to shush. I left him then and there." Harley puffed up her cheeks, "I'm sicka Bats, he's always stole my puddin'.... Wait, does tha mean tha Joker's gay?" She said in a low voice, thinking it over.

"If he was as obsessed with this Batman as you say then he probably had some major issues with his sexuality and now that this guy is a girl he doesn't have that issue anymore." Pietro turned more toward her he rapped his arm around her shoulders he had her rest her head against his shoulder. His knees pressed against hers and placed his other hand back on her knee.

"So how do you want do get back at this loser?" Pietro smirked at her hoping she would give him a way to get back at this girls ex.

"I wanna kidnap the bitch... at least the fate I'll give her gives her a chance to live. Joker would probably rape and beat the poor gal over and over again... though we'd have to keep this girls identity a secret, you understand?" Harley nodded lightly, "I left the door open, we can get in as I distract Joker. He doesn't put up much of a threat unless he has his toys. Which... he doesn't have." Harley stuck her tongue out before fixing herself, "Sorry, I'm still... Harley Quinn whether I like it or not." She side, "I'll get over it, hopefully."

"You will definitely get over it." Pietro smiled as he rubbed her shoulder and kissed her on her temple. Quicksilver slowly moved his hand on her knee up and down her thigh lightly.

Harley sighed, feeling his lips touched her temple. He was warm.

Harley moved her face to the man, her confused blue eyes looking at his own eyes. She felt his knee brush her thigh, she made a tiny squeal. The feeling she was getting was completely foreign.

Pietro snickered slightly at her squeal. It was so cute. He kiss her check lightly and began moving his hand on her thigh more firmly. His hand on her shoulder began to make small circles on the small exposed patch of skin on her arm.

If he was going to do this he was going to go slow she was in a delicate state and he was not going to push if she didn't want it.

Harley flustered a little embarrassed at her noise. Harley leaned her neck over, enjoying the rubbing on her arm. Her hand moved his that was softly brushing the thigh. She touched his hand, letting her hand move up his arm. She seemed quite mesmerized by the touching and feelings she hadn't felt in a long while, if ever.

That hand on his arm gave Pietro a warm feeling through his body. One of the reasons he was so good with women was because he liked to make them feel good, to feel beautiful. And he wanted to make Harley feel beautiful. He was also a very good multitasker.

He move his head and kissed her behind the ear where he started to such lightly. He heard her moan as he began to suck harder and move down her neck. once he reached the juncture between her neck and her shoulder he started to leave a hickey. He wanted to be sure that that ex of hers knew she was already having fun without him. His hand on her shoulder moved to her waist and he moved his hand up and down her side slowly. He then moved his hand farther up and gripped her breast firmly through her top. His hand on her thigh gripped her firmly and moved it up her skirt.

Harley made her squeak once more. That damn-able squeak. Harley let a light moan out, the mixture of all his sucking and grabbing brings goosebumps along her skin. She knew that Pietro was going to leave a mark for her Joker... well ex, Joker. The thought of making him jealous was a pleasant thought. Harley tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see what Pietro was going to do. She wanted it to be a big surprise.

Pietro used his hand on her thigh as leverage and lifted so she was laying on the bed. He moved one leg so he was straddling one of her legs. He ran his hand up her thigh 'forcing' her leg up between his legs, causing him to moan, as her other leg rapped around his hip. His hand continued until he was gripping her ass hard.


His hand at her side slowly began to unbuckle the leather corset she had around her stomach. Once he got it open he ran his hand up her ribcage and then continued to grope her breast through her light white nurse top.


His head moved form her neck down her low top. He sucked hard on her collar bone. When he moved away to see his work he admired a large purple welt above her breast and one on her neck.


Pietro then looked at her face. She had not stopped moaning or squeaking since he started and he just realized he had yet to kiss her lips. Pietro then moved forward and kissed her lips lightly at first. Sometimes girls just out of relationships, no matter how messed up have issues kissing new guys to soon, (Pietro was an expert on that). When all she did was grab his hair and squeal he kissed her harder. He used his tongue to run along her lips and ask for entry.

Harley bit his lip, pulling it lightly. She hadn't had any other man besides Joker, so it would be the first time with someone other then Mist-- Joker. Harley opened her eyes, moving his lip with an up-down-up-down manner, meaning yes he could have his way with her.

It was so cute how she bite his lip and then nodded her head. Pietro then went back to kissing her. His tongue entered her mouth and he began to map it out and commit it to memory. (he might need this info latter). He continued to touch her through her clothes for another few moments.

Pietro then realized he had to much clothing on. He lifted away from her a little causing her to pout until she saw he was taking off his shirt. Where she saw his incredibly muscular chest. (a little know fact i that speedsters have some of the best bodies because of all the running). He then removed her long boots showing off her long muscular legs and her fishnet leggings. He then went to nibbling and kissing her upper chest. Then he removed her white nurses top revealing the rest of her red and purple bra. He continued by unbuckled the belt to her skirt and he slipped it off leaving her in just her underwear, her garters and her leggings.

That is when it hit him. He knew exactly what Harley needed. More than to feel good, more than to feel wanted. She needed to feel powerful and in control. With the way she was letting him have his way there was no way she had that in her last relationship.

Pietro smirked to himself as he moved over to her ear. First he nibbled on it slightly to get her attention.

"Hay Harl, you want to try something I bet you've never done before?"

Harleen groaned, his touch and attention laid elsewhere in his mind, "What exactly... do you have in mind?" She asked, she was curious.

Pietro grinned into her neck as he placed butterfly kisses around her ear. His hands still trailing all over her body though not as forcefully as before.

"I'll be that bastard ex of yours never let you have any control of any thing before. So why don't you...take the top." He whispered those last few words trying to tempt her.

Pietro always liked controlling and powerful women that's why he knew Harley and him weren't something permanent, they were both submissives at heart though he hid it a lot better than her. With him a woman would have to take control rather than him give it, but those were thoughts for another time he was waiting for Haleys answer.

Harley looked at Pietro funny, "What's the supposed to mean?" She hadn't heard the phrase before in a situation like this. She was beyond puzzled and it showed clearly on her face.