Novel & Cerita Harley Arkham City Costume

Yeah, I knew those two demons were the cause, Jesus they truly smell divine and they also share their partners. Heriel’s hair looks neatly arranged, no hairs out of place, no button undone, perfectly fit in his slacks as fuck. Jamiel looks like a grim reaper in his full black assassin costume with the Volkov crest mark on his chest, his silk mask calmly sitting in his hand. Let me guess, Heriel is heading out for professional business while Jamiel is going royale. The omega was almost escorted out of the door but was stopped by Damiel “at least have breakfast before leaving”.

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.

She gave me a small smile and left. Thank goodness, she gave me privacy. I took off my clothes and wore the outfit she gave me. A sparkly black dress that fell a few inches above my knees with pink roses and light green leaves adorning the black fabric and tan belt under my chest to complete the outfit. At least my scars aren't showing that much. I wore the four inch peep-toe stilettos that were a sparkly black too. I'm ready for the party. The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals.

No more sappy Harley, I was going to be as badass as the bike I was named after. The next morning I dressed completely in black from my tank top and leather jacket, to my black tights and knee high stiletto boots. I knew I looked fierce. I'd even done my makeup to mimic the dramatic theme of my outfit. Judging by Jay's expression when he saw me, I'd achieved my goal. There was an unspoken rule about the dress code of the chicks who attended bike rallys; either you dress to the nines, or you dress down to the point where the guys can't tell you're female. Jay preferred when I dressed down.

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman. "You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'." Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack grumbled, hugging the yellow monstrosity. "Don't ask."