Harley Arkham City Costume Novels & Stories

“I was looking forward to… coaxing you round to my way of thinking.” “I’m sure you were… But you can’t always get what you want,” she added while leaving the room. “Are you sure?” she heard him but decided not to answer back. ‘Let him think what he likes!’ she said to herself. Hours later, Harley studied her reflection in the mirror. The dress Armel’s PA had chosen for her was a deceptively simple floor-length black sheath with a lace overlay, narrow shoulder straps, and a neckline that plunged lower than Harley was happy with.

He looks exactly like Zack in Angel's of Death while I look like Rachel. "I sort of looked for a pumpkin costume, a-and mouse one, but couldn't find one my size, then I-I googled, and the girl looks like you." He says, "Do you— Do you like it?" I walk to him and nudge him in the elbow with my shoulders, "Of course I like it. It's an anime themed costume that we're paired in, how can I not?" "Oh good, cause I t-thought you'd want something sexier…" Then he trails off as I raise my eyebrows at him before he shoves his hands into his pockets and brings out a black collar, "H-Here. Everyone has theirs. T-This is yours."

The roar of a motorcycle rumbled down the quiet street, a bulky figure clad in black leathers sitting astride his iron horse, the helmet visor blacked out so no one could see who was behind the mask. Slowly the bike and its rider gathered stares as they passed, some from children playing in their front yards, others from parents wondering who was in their midst. All wary of the power radiating from the stranger riding his Harley, there was another Alpha in Howling Warrior territory.

Harper hissed, trying to pull away. Kael released his bite, smirking in satisfaction at the purplish-red mark now clearly imprinted on Harper’s pale skin. Kael then reached for a black box on the nightstand and tossed it into Harper’s arms. "Throw away that trash uniform. Wear what’s in there." Harper opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was a new, premium white chef's jacket, complete with gold-threaded embroidery of the initials H.E. But the problem was, the size was much smaller than a standard uniform.

The powerful aura was hard to ignore, so Harmonia subconsciously looked beside her. She then saw a man wearing a simple black hoodie, a black Prada bucket hat, a pair of black sunglasses, and a black mask. Apart from his prominent nose, nothing else could be made out. This disguise simply could not be compared to hers. Clothes could be changed, and hats, sunglasses, and masks could conceal one's appearance. However, the inherent aura and the refreshing atmosphere emanating from him could never be changed.

Manuel said before hanging up. Harley smiled as she put her phone down. She knew Manuel was one of the most influential people in the city, and attending his party would be an opportunity to network and meet new people. As the day progressed, Harley finished up her work in the office before heading home to freshen up. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with what she saw. She had on a stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and high heels that made her legs look longer.

But who am I to chuck tradition. We’re all wearing our swim gear. I’m wearing a white string bikini under my blue jeans and sheer tunic. Juliet is wearing a red Harley Quinn bikini and some black ripped cut-off shorts. Juliet is a huge fan of Batman and DC Comics. Every year she drags us to Comic-Con and makes us dress like superheroes. It’s surprisingly fun.

He whispered into my ear, leaving my skin tingling and my heart beating rapidly before he moved away. God! I can't wait to go home and hide from him. *** I looked down at my costume, I was wearing tight black jeans, brown boots, a blue button-up shirt, and thick-rimmed spectacles. I was dressed as Harley Quinn. Ava and I got out of her car, slamming the door behind us. She joined by my side and both of us were inside the hall on the top floor of the Carter Enterprise where the Halloween party was held. We were walking through the sweaty crowd of dancing bodies. There were so many crazy costumes. I think I just saw a guy dressed as a 'dick' back there.

I stretched out my right and when Arnou held my arm, I let out a little gasp at the electric shock that ran down my arm. I still felt the tingling from where he held on to. If Arnou felt the current as well, he didn't show it. Harley emerged from the altar and walked towards us with a beautifully carved box decorated with flower petals. She wore an ivory dress, and she looked every bit the bride she hoped to be. My heart thundered as she came towards us. I hopes she was not about to pull another around because I had gotten my fill of her foolishness already.

She complained to her aunt for not getting something bigger but her aunt promised to get another one for her soon. Harley wasn't bad on the eyes, she was an average 5'7 which was considered a bit tall for a girl. Her waist was snatched and slim, an almost impossible thing to believe a human being had. She wasn't lacking in the boob department as they were average cups, her hips were curvy and her ass cheeks perky. Her legs were the same what thin which gave up the impression that she was skinny. It made her even more conscious that she wore anything that fitted. She roamed through her wardrobe and grabbed out the safest thing she could without drawing attention. A pair of black leggings and