Harley Arkham City Costume Novels & Stories

Then he laughs, he roars with laughter, enjoying my shock. Rolling my eyes at him, I just allow him to laugh. This certainly kills the tension we have had this past day. All the emotional trauma makes it feel like it has been a month of worry and fear. “Thank you, King Harvey.” I look around and see tucked into the far-right wall is a set of armor. It is a traditional silver piece of knight’s armor. It is as wide as King Harvey is and just as tall. It is his. There is a red cloak that hangs off the back of it, and the blade in its hand is stabbing the ground.

I said trying to quickly distract him from coming to the inevitable realization of the situation. He immediately glanced over my shoulder at what I was trying to hide. It felt like he was a stressed-out parent who happened to stumble upon a disobedient child’s mess. Now that we weren’t standing so close; I could see he was dressed in what seemed to be an alien warrior costume made up completely of some type of rose gold armor with matching gauntlets, spartan style armor vest, and black and rose gold futuristic combat pants and boots with straps that had some cool light effects that made it look like they were glowing. He even had a mask that looked like a cross between a clear high-tech face

Omar stated while giggling, with his fingers dancing along his mother’s arm. “I think your daddy’s costume was scary. Wasn’t he dressed like Deadpool?” Amy glanced down at her little boy, who shook his head. “No, daddy wore the Deadshot costume from Suicide Squad. His fake machine gun kept poking him in his butt.” Omar reminded his mom of more tragically funny things that happened that Halloween night.

Something was most definitely going to happen if I had any say in it. I took care with my appearance, although, I dressed a little more casually than I normally did. I wore the same dark pair of jeans I’d worn at Thanksgiving, my knee-high boots, and a long-sleeved Harley Davidson T-shirt that Macey and I found the previous week. It was black, tight-fitting, and made my B’s look like C’s. It rocked.

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

Harley picked up a tiny pink romper and held it up for me. "This is a must!" The one-piece reads 'Daddy's little princess' and features a golden crown. For the next half hour, Harley came in and out of the dressing room. I couldn't care less about what she's wearing, and it must show. When she's in the last outfit, the dressing room door opens a crack. All I see is a finger being crooked at me. On the other side of the door, Harley stands in front of the mirror, dressed in a red hot strapless teddy. I'm not sure where she found it, but I like it. And then the question that has plagued my brethren since the beginning of recorded time.

A new and limited edition Harley Davidson motorcycle, shiny black with red stripes on the sides, stops with a soft thud halfway through the driveway. The driver, a tall and athletic man, wearing a full-face helmet with glasses, a leather jacket, and knee-high boots, got off his motorcycle quietly. Everyone who saw him was deeply impressed by his dramatic appearance. The men admired the big motorbikes which were extraordinarily expensive and the women were curious about the face of the Harley Davidson rider.

All this had to be a joke, maybe a hidden camera prank or something. In front of her was Xavier Costello, even the sound of his name would run chills down anyone’s back. He was wearing an all-black Aramis suit, with some undone buttons of the shirt showing off his chest, his jawline was more defined, coated with a little amount of facial face, well carved to bring out his facial handsomeness. To be honest he looked sexier than he was four years ago. Althea internally scolded herself for having such thoughts at this time in her life.

We hit the shops first, picking out pieces that felt more like armor than clothes, then headed back home to put on those outfits and slay. Hailey looked like a dark feminine dream. She was wearing a tight, chocolate-brown armless gown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her cleavage was out, and she had slung a silver spike belt low on her hips that glinted under the lights. With her dark makeup and high boots, she looked lethal.

I take off the boxing gloves, toss them onto the floor and start to unwrap my hands. “That was dumb.” Harley’s voice echoes in the empty locker room. I look to see her watching me from an adjacent doorway with her arms crossed across her chest. I shoot up to my feet and take her in. She’s changed outfits in preparation for her fight; a simple black sports bra, black tights and golden sneakers. “I’ve done dumber things.” “Yes. Yes, you have.” She watches me discerningly before pushing herself off the doorframe to leave. “Right, I have an ass to whoop.”