Bella Swan is Harley Quinn Ch.2 (DC/Twilight) (Patreon)

You Smell Delicious

"Stop right there!" 

Harley was abruptly pulled out of her daydreams about drinking more blood by the shout of someone who obviously needed to get a life.

Harley turned to look at the entrance of the alley and saw Batgirl.

Red hair, black spandex, yellow gloves, yellow boots, and a mask that barely covered her face?

Yep, definitely a no-lifer over there.

Harley never let on that she knew because Mr. J very much didn't want to know, but she had figured out the identities of most of the superheroes in and around Gotham a long time ago.

That's why she wasn't surprised in the least to see the Police Commissioner's daughter playing vigilante with Bruce Wayne's little bat family. She was a little put out to find the cute bat here now of all times. Believe it or not, Harley actually liked the brainy young woman and didn't want anything bad to happen to her during her night activities.

Harley put every last drop of her willpower into the act of standing up, eventually managing after a few seconds.

She was probably ninety percent blood, ten percent Harley after that feast. Yet, as she looked down at her flawless, perfect body, enhanced by the allure of the agonizingly appetizing blood, she couldn't see a single change in her figure.

Where did all the blood go? Did vampires have a pocket dimension in their stomachs like some sort of taotie? Probably not, but she liked the imagery, for some reason.

Harley waved her hand at Batgirl in greeting, like she wasn't covered in blood and surrounded by corpses. "Hey, Red! I swear, this was all self-defense," Harley looked at the grim, determined set of the vigilante's mouth and knew she wasn't going to just let her walk away from this one.

Harley was a little conflicted because she didn't want to hurt the girl, but at the same time she also smelled delicious. Harley was torn between munching on her and high tailing it out of there at vampire speed. She really needed to develop some self-control if she was going to have any hope of not murdering every pretty little thing she came across.

"Harley..." Batgirl's voice trembled slightly as she took in Harley, soaked in blood amid the carnage. "What on Earth have you done?"

{Huh. I was kinda expecting her to comment on the whole red eyes, pale skin, and not-blonde hair thing, but I guess she can't see any of that under all the blood...}

"They were like this when I got here?"

(I don't think that line will fly this time, sweetie.)

"Oh! I know! I tripped and fell!"

{Well, that answers whether or not brain damage carries over from one's time as a human.}

Batgirl just stared at Harley, unimpressed. "Your usual insanity is bad enough, but this is too far. Jesus Christ... What did you even do to those bodies? I'm going to have to bring you in, Harley." As she began to take in the smaller details of the massacre in front of her, Batgirl's stoic expression slipped further and further towards horror.

{She may have noticed that some of those bodies aren't exactly in one piece. How did you even manage to get an arm to land on that roof from this angle?}

"Everyone's a critic," Harley huffed. She wasn't exactly paying attention while killing those scum and slurping back the good stuff. Humans were so fragile, too. One little squeeze, pinch, or pull and body parts went flying everywhere!

Batgirl dropped her center of gravity and entered one of her fancy martial arts stances, determination radiating from her every pore. Harley never bothered with shit like that when she was human. She was always more of a power over skill type of girl. Big guns and bigger explosions were her bread and butter. Now that she was a vampire...

In between one of Batgirl's breaths and the next, Harley blurred towards her and pushed her up against the wall of the alley. She used every ounce of control she had to gently press the pretty vigilante to the cold bricks, as opposed to slamming into her with her full enhanced strength and turning her into a smear on the wall.

"Kyaa!" Batgirl screamed in surprise, taken completely off guard.

[That was a cute squeal~]

"Too true. That was a cute squeal! Just like the rest of her!" Harley agreed with herself as she tightly pressed herself up against her captive. She still felt a little out of her mind, though the encounter with one of her usual enemies sharpened her wits ever so slightly.

Harley was also incredibly horny. Was that a side-effect of her blood high?

{I always thought the Cullens constantly went at it like bunnies because they didn't sleep and barely had anything else to do. We've never been this horny, though. Guess it's a vamp thing. With our senses dialed to eleven like this, you gotta wonder what sex would feel like...}

"L-Let go of me!" Batgirl struggled with all her might, but Harley's arms held her securely without moving even a millimeter. It was like she was trapped between four immovable walls, rather than just one wall and a curiously hard, blood-soaked criminal.

"You're pretty," Harley purred as she stared deep into Batgirl's eyes, letting her get a good, long look at Harley's newly enhanced vampiric features.

"You- Harley, your eyes! What the hell?" Batgirl gasped.

Now that they were up close and personal Harley's badass new ruby eyes were impossible to miss. They practically glowed in the dark of the night, enhanced by Harley's overzealous feeding.

"Careful now, darling," Harley purred. "I'm tryin' real hard not to eat ya, but you do smell delightful. I could just gobble you right up!"

Batgirl shuddered as Harley ripped her costume at the neck, exposing Batgirl's delicate throat. Harley pressed a soft kiss to Batgirl's jugular, causing her heart rate to skyrocket and a full blush to steal its way across what little could be seen of her features.

(This is a little creepy, girls. Do we want to eat her or drag her back to our bedroom? Even I'm getting mixed signals here.)

[There probably won't be much of a difference between the two for a while. Best not to jump into bed with anyone we actually like until we have a little bit more vamp experience. Maybe we can practice on Cobblepot's mum?]

{Don't be gross. Can you imagine what Mama Penguin looks like?}

(So noisy. Pay more attention to the squirmy redhead. She's not having a typical reaction to our Carrie cosplay. You'd think the blood would be a turn off.)

{She is one of the Bats, y'know. Kinda par for the course. They're all a little touched in the head, even if they're pretty. I mean, Batman almost compulsively sticks his dick in crazy. It's gotta be a learned behavior or something.}

Wasn't that interesting? Batgirl may not have been panting like a bitch in heat, but Harley's enhanced senses could pick up that she was more than a little bit aroused. Honestly, Harley's new sense of smell was unreal. Now that she'd gotten a good whiff, she could probably track her favourite bat anywhere in the city just by following that tantalizing scent.

"Harley, you need to let me go," Batgirl did her best to gain some control over the situation, despite not being able to move Harley an inch.

Harley took a deep breath, inhaling so much of Batgirl's scent she felt she was drowning in it. "Your soaked panties are telling a much different story than your naughty mouth, darlin'," she sighed heatedly.

{Goddamn, you need to chill before you start humping her leg or marking her with your scent.}

(Sounds like you're projecting a little.)

{We're all the same person!}

[Are we?]

Harley managed to resist the urge to take a bite out of her captive's flesh, but she still couldn't bring herself to let her go. She smelled so good! Maybe a compromise would be okay? No eating, but maybe a little lick...

{No! For fuck's sake. If you get even a small taste of her, you will eat her one hundred percent!}

"Fine. Party pooper," Harley sighed. "You're lucky I'm such a self-restrained newborn, my darling Bat. If I didn't like ya so much, you'd definitely already be dead." Harley lightly trailed her lips across Batgirl's throat, taking note of every minute shudder and suppressed moan.

"I'll see ya again soon, little Bats," Harley promised. To deny any more temptation, she blurred out of the alley at max vamp speed. She didn't have the self-control needed to focus on subtlety with Batgirl's scent clinging to her like a cloak.

(What the fuck was that?)

Barely a second passed before Harley's enhanced hearing picked up Batgirl moan, "What the hell was that!?" Harley was fast, but vampires maxed out at around 100 miles per hour. It would take her a little while to get out of hearing range of the red-headed bat vigilante.

(See? Barbara agrees with me.)

[That just proves that you're the lame mom of the group. I think that was hot.]

{I wonder what she'd be like as a vampire...}

Harley kept running through the streets, keeping to the alleys as much as possible. After a couple minutes of running around randomly, she was assured that she'd left both the crime scene and any potential pursuers long behind.

She wasn't even too sure where she was at the moment. Rational thought through the newborn blood-haze was a pipe dream, apparently.

(You realize we totally just blew open the whole vampire secret thing, right?)

"Oh, please," Harley rolled her eyes. "There's so much crazy stuff in Gotham. I bet there are half a dozen vampires running around every night snacking on people. Do you see anybody saying anything about it?"

(That's quite the assumption, and you know what they say about-)

{Blah, blah, blah. It'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?}

"Oh, boy. Even I know that's just asking for trouble, voice. Why would you say something like that?" Harley whined.

(Hmm. Now that I think about it a little, should we be worried about drawing the attention of the Volturi?)

[Hell no! What the fuck, dude. The Volturi are punk-ass bitches. They can suck my giant cock!]

{You don't have a cock, giant or otherwise. We're female and we don't even have bodies...}

[It's a metaphorical giant cock, obviously, idiot. Get your head out of your ass. We're completely fine. Even as a human, if the Volturi had dared to show their faces in front of us, we could've taken them.] 

(I'm just pointing out that the Bat-gang definitely know vampires are a thing now. Barbara basically saw everything, and we didn't exactly clean up after ourselves like good, law-abiding vampires. We didn't even manage to keep the existence of vampires a secret for, like, an hour after becoming one.)

"Eh~ Whatever. Vampires or not, they're still just cops. If they come looking for trouble, we'll deal with it then. It's the 21st century, for crying out loud! Vampires are totally in right now. I'm sure a big 'vampires are real' reveal would be a big hit with most people."

If there was one thing Harley had learned about humanity, it was that everyone loved pretty things, and she had never met an ugly vampire. Hell, with the right PR campaign, vampires could even become akin to modern celebrities. All sorts of ideas were swirling around in Harley's brain.

Now that the seedlings of a plan had taken root, Harley couldn't stop thinking about it. Exposing the existence of vampires to the world...

{That sounds like fun!}

[Let's fucking do it!]

(You crazy bitches. As if a half-assed plan like that won't go off the rails within five minutes. We're definitely going to die...)

"Haha! I knew you'd get it! Let's fuck shit up! Vampire Queen of Gotham for the win!" Harley threw her hands up with a fist pump and cheered. At the age of thirty, Harley Quinn was embarking on the next step of her grand adventure.

Vampirism was going to be so much fun!