I dwell in possibility...

@zoesmama2024 shared this with me and it is glorious!!

“You’re kinda fuckin’ crazy, aren’t ya?” Negan smirked as the young woman stripped and redressed in front of him...and about half his men.

She didn’t seem to notice, seem to care, as she stepped into cutoffs and rummaged the pockets before pulling out a compact and lipstick.  She took her time, perfected her look, then kissed at the tiny mirror and pulled her attention back to him.  “I like your bat.”  Her smile was big, but crooked with suggestion.

He grinned.  “Lucille’s growin’ mighty fuckin’ fond of you too.”

“Can I have her?”

“No.”  Negan’s smile was quickly replaced with a stern look.  “You wanna fuckin’ bat, get your fuckin’ own.”

Harley pouted a moment, tucked her makeup away, and looked at the other men around them.  Suddenly she smiled and headed over to one.  “Hi!”

“H-Hey,” the man replied, unsure what to do.  What she wanted.

“You have a bat.”

“Oh, uhhh...yeah.”  He smiled, unsure.

She fluttered her lashes, moved closer to him, beamed.  “What’s it say?”

The man straightened up, puffed his chest, as he set the bat between them so she could see as he read.  “Here it’s ‘Goodnight’...”

“Uh-huh,” Harley leaned in more; her fingers brushed the bat, felt the inscriptions.

“And here is says —” The bat smashed into his face, twice, and he crumpled to the ground.

Negan busted out laughing as Harley gave the man one last whack before slinging the bat over her shoulder.  He put a hand up to keep his men level-headed.  “It’s alright...he’ll be fuckin’ fine.”  He laughed more.

She smiled over at him.  “Got one!”

“Goddamn, you are fuckin’ crazy,” Negan mused in delight, chuckle still rumbling through his body.  “And ya know what they say ‘bout the fuckin’ crazy ones...”

“They really know how to handle a bat,” Harley smirked her reply before whistling as she half-skipped out of the asylum yard.

Because these two finally wanted to play together again, haha!  (Helped in no small part by the lovely post by @laufeysons​, from which the top gif actually comes.)  This is sorta the sequel/next part to the first piece I wrote of them.  Honestly, I haven’t seen Suicide Squad (yet) so I’m writing Harley Quinn based on what I recall of her in the comics/cartoon and my own imagination therefore certain things about her might be different...just think of it as a big, crossover, AU, haha!

Tagging because they might be interested/asked: @zoesmama2024​, @laufeysons​, @animelover177​, @xpropertyofnegan​, @ambroselunatic​, @wadeyourebarelyalive​, @trashforwinchesters​, @superpinkkcat​, @purplejellybean​, @negans-signora-sete​

He roamed the halls, smashing in the occasional undead prick that popped up, in search of anything worth taking.  Food, clothes, weapons...anything.  He whistled, swung Lucille, as he went.  Not a care in the world because there was no world.  Not anymore. 

Negan turned into the bowels of the asylum hoping for a kitchen, an armory to deal with the crazy fucks that once occupied the building.  Some kind of jackpot of survival.  What he found was so much more interesting...

She sat, legs folded, book in hand, sipping tea.  Dainty as could be with dyed hair and tattooed skin.

“What.  The.  Fuck?”

"Shhh!!!”  She hissed without looking up.  “I’m at the good part.“

Negan’s lips pursed, amused, as he waited...

The teacup was set down first, then the book, then she unfurled her legs, ticked her head to the side, and stared.  “Are you the devil?”  She blinked.

“I’m Negan.”

Her lips spread in a Cheshire smile, teeth gleamed out.  She giggled, then pouted.  “I’m bored.”  She shuffled to the bars.  “Come play with me?”

...Because I wanted to see how it felt to write them together...

Tagged: @zoesmama2024 ...Honestly not sure who else might be interested, lol!

The last bit is, ultimately, what really makes it, haha!

WAY too into the Negan/Harley Quinn idea, haha!

(Also what I listened to while writing my last piece, lol!)