From Harley Quinn's Apartment To Robinson Park, Saturday Evening
Aug. 30th, 2025 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joan_of_barkHarley wasn't much of a cook. She knew how to slap a burger together, sure, and how to pick up take-out, but bless her, if you asked her to make anything else, you were in for a bad time. So Pam, who cared about sourcing - and nutrition, Harls - a lot more than her girlfriend did, had found herself the assigned cook of the Quinn-Isley household.
She'd been working on a stew that evening, paying herself the chef's tax by pouring one glass of red wine for the stew and one glass of red wine for herself. Stirring. Sipping. Occasionally checking on one of the many houseplants she'd added to the apartment over the past month, and--
"Pammy!"
Harley burst through the door, half-crouching like she expected something to jump out at her any moment.
Pam blinked, looking up towards the entrance. ( Harley, what's the matter? )
[[ taken from Harley Quinn #36 by Tini Howard and Sweeney Boo and Poison Ivy #18 by G. Willow Wilson and Luana Vecchio. ]]
She'd been working on a stew that evening, paying herself the chef's tax by pouring one glass of red wine for the stew and one glass of red wine for herself. Stirring. Sipping. Occasionally checking on one of the many houseplants she'd added to the apartment over the past month, and--
"Pammy!"
Harley burst through the door, half-crouching like she expected something to jump out at her any moment.
Pam blinked, looking up towards the entrance. ( Harley, what's the matter? )
[[ taken from Harley Quinn #36 by Tini Howard and Sweeney Boo and Poison Ivy #18 by G. Willow Wilson and Luana Vecchio. ]]
