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When Harley Met Kory by David Hines (PG)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Characters/Pairing[s]: Harley Quinn, Starfire, Killer Moth, Gotham City
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hradzka
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/524676/
Why this must be read:
Hey, look, it's a story without a NC-17 rating! I am actually more of a fan of non-smut stories than might be thought.hradzka writes awesome stories, gen and het mostly, and his gen never makes me feel as if the setting has been artificially sanitized to keep sex from intruding. This particular story is like a Harley-centric episode of Batman: The Animated Series with Perez&Wolfman's Kory flying around in it; it’s dangerous, delightful, and every victory is earned. It’s got a perfect Harley voice, a great twisty caper, The Philosophy of Team-ups, original characters that breathe, and is just gloriously fun story all around.
Harley ducked back behind her cover and reloaded the popgun. Flash-o'-flame and Blue Whistlers. Still no mustard gas!
A shadow fell over her as she finished reloading, and something stumbled by. It was the hostages. The security guard had a penknife in his hands, and he'd cut himself free. The others were still tied, and he was pushing them along.
"Hey!" said Harley. "Knock it off! I'm fightin' here!" They staggered through, ignoring her. "Vamoose! Mush! You're spoilin' my shot!"
They cleared out of the way just as she slammed the breech of the popgun shut, so she didn't have to waste ammo on them. When she stood up and fired her last rounds at where Killer Moth had been, he wasn't there.
"Poop," said Harley, as the gun's hammer fell on an empty chamber.
Something moved to her left. Harley turned and saw Killer Moth, with his gun extended. "Just you and me now," he said.
He had to raise his voice over a high-pitched whistling.
Harley said, "Oh, yeah?"
The last of the bounce balls hit the floor and, flaming, rebounded into Killer Moth's arm. The impact jarred his arm up and he fired into the ceiling above Harley. She swung the empty popgun hard, putting hip and shoulder into the blow, angling for his chin under the helmet.
Killer Moth fell heavily to the floor.
"Ha!" yelled Harley. "Gotcha!" She lifted her hands above her head in victory. "Da winnah -- and new champeen!"
Then the ceiling fell on her.
When Harley Met Kory
Characters/Pairing[s]: Harley Quinn, Starfire, Killer Moth, Gotham City
Author on LJ:
hradzkaAuthor Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/524676/
Why this must be read:
Hey, look, it's a story without a NC-17 rating! I am actually more of a fan of non-smut stories than might be thought.
hradzka writes awesome stories, gen and het mostly, and his gen never makes me feel as if the setting has been artificially sanitized to keep sex from intruding. This particular story is like a Harley-centric episode of Batman: The Animated Series with Perez&Wolfman's Kory flying around in it; it’s dangerous, delightful, and every victory is earned. It’s got a perfect Harley voice, a great twisty caper, The Philosophy of Team-ups, original characters that breathe, and is just gloriously fun story all around.Harley ducked back behind her cover and reloaded the popgun. Flash-o'-flame and Blue Whistlers. Still no mustard gas!
A shadow fell over her as she finished reloading, and something stumbled by. It was the hostages. The security guard had a penknife in his hands, and he'd cut himself free. The others were still tied, and he was pushing them along.
"Hey!" said Harley. "Knock it off! I'm fightin' here!" They staggered through, ignoring her. "Vamoose! Mush! You're spoilin' my shot!"
They cleared out of the way just as she slammed the breech of the popgun shut, so she didn't have to waste ammo on them. When she stood up and fired her last rounds at where Killer Moth had been, he wasn't there.
"Poop," said Harley, as the gun's hammer fell on an empty chamber.
Something moved to her left. Harley turned and saw Killer Moth, with his gun extended. "Just you and me now," he said.
He had to raise his voice over a high-pitched whistling.
Harley said, "Oh, yeah?"
The last of the bounce balls hit the floor and, flaming, rebounded into Killer Moth's arm. The impact jarred his arm up and he fired into the ceiling above Harley. She swung the empty popgun hard, putting hip and shoulder into the blow, angling for his chin under the helmet.
Killer Moth fell heavily to the floor.
"Ha!" yelled Harley. "Gotcha!" She lifted her hands above her head in victory. "Da winnah -- and new champeen!"
Then the ceiling fell on her.
When Harley Met Kory