Harley Quinn Costume Batman Arkham City Novels & Stories

The hologram disappeared. In ten minutes I came out of the bathroom with my full body armor. I walked into the main lobby dressed in a lightweight, carbon fiber uniform with green highlights around my body. On the left upper side of my uniform was the Zen Academy emblem with a white circle in the middle. It seemed comfortable and sturdy enough to keep me safe. “Whoa, looking good, sexy,” Adrian teased. “Adrian, stop,” I playfully hit her arm. She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights

But since Cool, Ignis, and Hailec don't have the ability to seep into someone's or something's energy, Hailec performed some kind of 'ritual' that enables them to imitate some of the known darkess members. "I can't believe I would be Princess Umbra sometime in my life." Ignis said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The three of them looked different now. Hailec can't change my appearance since I would just consume that energy, so they just did their best to hide my identity. They made me wear a man's dark monotone clothes, a navy blue boots and the hooded black cloak engraved with ash-gray smoke – like a symbol. Ignis fixed my hair in a tight bun below my head and gave me a mask

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

Audrey’s POV “Would you like me to make your eyeshadow darker, ma’am?” the makeup artist asked as she carefully blended color over my eyelids. I was at the hotel, getting ready for Papa’s 70th birthday party. The theme: Hollywood Superheroes. I chose to go as Catwoman, sleek, mysterious, dangerous. I wasn’t sure if Sage would come as Batman, but he said maybe Captain America. I just let him decide. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if he could make it tonight. He’d been drowning in business meetings lately, barely reaching out.

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."

She ducked under a blast, her purple braids swinging, and drove a silver-tipped stylus into the lead attacker’s forearm. "Your grounding is off, sweetie," Jackie chirped, twisting the stylus. "Let me fix that for you." The Harrower shrieked as his own magic backfired, crawling up his arm in a series of agonizing, electric pops. He collapsed to the floor, his obsidian gear smoking. "See?" Jackie said, stepping over him. "Much better. Now stay down before I decide to 'fix' your dental plan." The battle shifted as the North Pack "auditors" finally dropped their disguises. Hoodies were shredded, and "History of Concrete" textbooks were used as blunt-force weapons until the warriors could fully s

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

“You won’t be saying that when I pull your soul out of your ass.” Jada snarled back. With a growl, he grabbed her wrist and slapped the cuffs around them. I knew he must’ve pinched skin from the way she gritted her teeth and winced. Next came Hakeem, who looked like Nox, thanks to Harley’s shapeshifting ability. The guy didn’t think twice before slapping a set of cuffs on him. He turned his stare to Nox and me, and I silently prayed he didn’t somehow see past Harley’s magic.

I don’t want to be famous any longer and while I’m at everybody’s lips, I’m just trying my best to live my life. Friday came in a flash and it was finally time for everyone to attend the school’s Halloween party. I was dressed up as Batman and I’m pretty sure Ambrose will show up as Robin in a matter of minutes. The costumes that we had were cliché and boring but I was glad that Ambrose insisted that I’d be Batman even if I don’t have the perfect body for it. I’m wearing a mask anyway and no one will recognize me. I arrived at the school’s gymnasium and everyone’s wearing their own Halloween costume. Some are just the exact replica of famous movie characters that were just ordered online and

“Not happening.” I arch a brow at Millie, who hurriedly throws up her hands. “Not in a weird way! It would just be... hilarious.” Millie’s attempt at redemption isn’t very convincing, but my attention shifts to her outfit. She’s completely transformed with her short hair styled differently and dyed an electric blue to match her costume (Harley Quinn, naturally). Her cropped jacket shows off her abs, and those fishnets… Yeah, I’m officially not allowed to judge her thirst comments when I’m standing here metaphorically dying of thirst myself.