#galaxy: when she's with harlivy rae's got moms and when she's with harley and talia she has two older sisters

[squiddybeifong]

Teatime

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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Talia tapped her nails on the table’s edge as she silently stirred her coffee, watching the milk swirl into the liquid.

Raven tossed her head back and downed the rest of hers, uncaring as she noted the hardened scrapes and the hidden message at the bottom of her cup.

Harley ripped off an edge of her brownie and began loudly chewing, amused to all hell at the predicament they found themselves in. She didn’t touch her iced mocha, letting it sweat onto the napkin and twisting the wet paper into a ball. Talia shot her a look as the clown flicked a piece of mush her way, rolling her eyes when the blonde snickered as the younger woman flicked it back.

A tendril of black magic silently swiped some of her dessert and Harley clicked her tongue. “Sooooo,” She couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice if she tried, “Anyone’s drink poisoned?”

Dark emerald eyes flicked to the demoness as Raven merely shrugged out a nonchalant, “Mine was.”

Bright blue eyes glanced her way, unconcerned and curious, “Think mine is?”

“Probably. Talia’s too if she's not drinking anything.”

Her suggestion forced a snort out of the fighter, “Our assassins aren’t anywhere near that stupid.” Talia looked up and smirked at the two women, her shoulders lazily rising in what might have been misconstrued as a laugh. She brought the cup up to her lips, humming out, “They know better.”

Raven leaned back in her chair, squirming at the too-plush feeling of a cushion under her. Levitating an inch she tilted her head back until her hood fell, her violet gaze locking with a hidden assassin’s masked face. He stayed still as a statue but she felt the sharp tension that spiked his emotions. Lips curling, the demoness merely grinned at the man, her teeth sharp and four eyes glowing crimson for only a second.

He felt the shadows shift around him and ducked back into a better, far more hidden spying spot.

Talia sneered into her cup at his carelessness and Harley snickered, tossing an arm over the back of her chair. Speaking up as if the man’s silent interruption hadn’t even happened, Harley popped off the cap and took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah! And besides,” She giggled at the whipped cream on her nose, “Birdie’s here to heal us if anything goes wrong.”

“Awful mindset to have, Quinzel.”

She waved aside Talia's words. “Well yeah, but it’s true. Y’all know I--Oh.” She looked down at her stomach, not noticing how the other two glanced at her as she cut herself off. Blonde brows furrowed and Harley ran a tongue over her teeth, lazily lifting the plastic cup to her face. She gave a one-shouldered shrug, considering the fact that she probably shouldn’t have boba in her mocha, even if the almost-rhyme was fun to say.

The Gothamite glanced at Raven, wondering whether or not to break out the puppy dog routine. The Titan gave her a pointed look at the half-hearted guilt that hit her empathic shield, her face falling as Harley shrugged out, “This might’ve--probably had glass in it.”

Raven’s hands immediately glowed blue and Talia let out a breath through her nose. She hid her smile in the shadows of her hair but Harley noticed, waving her hand to blow a kiss in the brunette’s direction. Pale hands split from beyond the indigo cloak, one working on the siren’s throat and the other on her stomach.

Harley chuckled as she scooted their chairs together, remarkedly casual as the mage got to work on healing her.  

Talia watched them curiously, quietly sipping her tea as the miniscule shards of glass were teleported onto the table, shrouded with black magic. She licked her lips, considering the two in front of her; the two she’d started a… friendship with.

Dark green eyes flicked to where she knew some more of her assassins were hiding just out of eyesight, poised and ready to end her visitors’ lives the moment she gave the signal. Not that she couldn’t finish them herself, but something awful twisted in the prodigy’s stomach at the mere thought of killing them at this point in time. Especially not when they’d travelled all this way just to see her.

Talia glared down into her coffee, conflicted. Despite her emotions (the very same emotions she knew that Raven was certainly privy too), her words were steady as she declared, not once faltering, “I’ll ensure that it won’t happen again.”

Harley’s face rose to meet hers but Raven didn’t look up. The hero’s head did tilt to the side and Talia assumed she was listening just as intently. Still, she had made her decision and was going to stick with it, “I’d rather not…” Her eyes shut as she tried to find the word, wondering why she felt the need to be honest with these two (of all people).

But the thought of them rejecting her popped up, yet alone the thought of them leaving her after a lie concerning whether or not they were targets. Well, that was just too much to think about and Talia really didn’t want to ponder about why that was. She rolled her jaw and pushed on, “I don’t wish to jeopardize…”

A brown hand waved in the air between the three of them, uncertain but honest, “Whatever this is.”

Raven’s lips curled into what could be a tiny smile, the motion hidden by the shadows of her face. But Harley was as open as ever, stretching as much as the healer would allow to grab her hand.

Talia didn’t make an effort to move, although when their fingertips could only brush together, she didn’t pull back.

The doctor held out her cup and Talia clinked their drinks together, her eyes barely widening as Harley tossed her head back and downed the rest of her tainted coffee in one swoop. Raven’s powers flickered and her brows scrunched for only a second, rising nearly to her cloaked hairline as Harley slung an arm around her shoulders.

The blonde wiped her mouth and leaned forward, placing an exaggeratedly loud smooch on the skin right above Raven’s gem. She giggled out, her words escaping in a sigh, “Y’all are the best.” The teen faltered for just a heartbeat at the casual affection and immediately got back to work, crackles of power zapping at her fingertips.

After a beat the mystic spoke again. “Unnecessary,” Raven murmured, her shoulders twitching as she carefully healed the miniscule scratches, a tendril of magic pulling another piece of brownie towards her again.  

“But not unwanted,” Harley sing-songed out. She lazily rested her chin on top of Raven’s head, letting out a loud raspberry as she spotted another assassin, his sword accidentally glinting in the light. Sapphire eyes winked at him and Talia let out an annoyed sigh, softly rubbing her fingertips over the rim of her cup, the ceramic colder than Harley’s fingers had been.

After a calm few seconds, a rough sigh preceded a curl of magic wrapping around the legs of Talia’s chair, shifting the assassin closer. Both women glanced at the superhero; Raven’s shoulders moved in what could have been a shrug as she elected not to say anything, but it was enough.

Harley chuckled and leaned her weight half on her chair and half on Raven, sighing happily at the syrupy feel of the girl’s powers. The three sunk into a companionable sort of silence and green eyes closed.

Taking a slow, heavy breath Talia took another sip of tea, hearing the methodical clink! clink! clink! of tiny shards of glass land on the table.

Yeah, this was enough.