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I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, BONNIE. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU.

PARTNERS IN CRIME MEME

You're madly, hopelessly in love. You also just happen to be a crime duo. Whether you're bank robbers, pulling off jewelry heists, going on spree murders, committing arson, stealing candy from babies, or whatever else, you do it together. The Bonnie to your Clyde, the Thelma to your Louise. If you go down, you're going down in a blaze of glory that will always be remembered. Maybe you're on the run. Maybe you're the authorities chasing after the pair of criminals. Can you catch them? Bring them in peacefully? You have to try no matter what.

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"Trust me, Harl...I am." Pamela sniffed the air distastefully. "It's the only way I could stomach this dump for any length of time." Pamela shuddered a fair bit as her barefeet plodded against the cold steel of the factory floor. Ever since converting to a full plant-woman, Pamela exposed as much of herself as possible in order to feel the sun and earth beneath her feet.

But this industrial nightmare was like being cut off from everything that gave her life. It was so...irritating.

Still, she pressed on...determined to get what she needed. This factory was semi-abandoned, so she wouldn't have to deal with any annoying humans, at least. But poor lighting could be a problem; given that's what hid a rather large pool of industrial adhesive, leaking from the containers and having flowed out all over the floor.

'SQUISH!' 'SQUISH!'

Pamela's heart leapt into her throat as she looked down to see both of her emerald colored feet had gotten caught up in the glue. "What...?" Poison Ivy jerked her legs out of instinct, but while the adhesive stretched slightly it nonetheless held fast.

"Damn it...! I...can't move!" She gasped, turning back to Harley with disbelief and shock.

Ivy had been caught by the industrial adhesive with just enough time for Harley to stop in her tracks, and not get stuck herself.

"Damn it!" Harley wasn't sure what to do in this situation. She is not the best when it comes to brilliant ideas.

"There has to be some kind of... chemical that would break it up." Harley hated mentioning that. She knows Ivy was going to have a melt-down.

"Chemical? Good grief..." Pamela grumbled, not really keen on exposing herself to various compounds, at least...none she didn't mix herself, anyway. Being immune to poisons was one thing, but there was always the risk of some third-rate mixture reacting badly to her photosynthetic skin.

"That's *not* an option I'm interesting in exploring, Harley." Pamela deadpanned, jerking her hips slightly in the hopes of dislodging her trapped legs. "Nnggh..!" Viridescent legs contrasted strongly with the dull, mustard colored glue that anchored her bare feet to the factory floor.

Pamela was growing more flustered and frustrated with each passing second, eventually forgoing pride and leaning down and grasping one lithe leg with both hands, determined to yank it free. This accomplished nothing except to give Harley a good view of her backside as she trembled and moaned against her sticky bondage.

Pamela's long red hair hid her eyes as she fought, with her eventually standing up straight and tossing her flowing ruby locks from her face, admitting defeat. "Ugh! Damn...even if it was for the sake of my babies...I knew I shouldn't have set foot in here!" She cursed, with a bit of petulance.

Harley sat down on a nearby crate as Pam protested the use of chemicals on her. She had sort of expected this reaction. Besides, it gave her the best seat in the house to watch the other woman struggle against the sticky bonds, and then... of course, get even more frustrated than before.

She had to cover her mouth not to laugh out-loud at how silly Pam looked. Instead, she focused her attention on that beautiful backside.

"Ya should have let me lead, sweetheart. I wouldn't screw this up on you. I would try very hard to get it right."

"Let me help you. I will find something that won't hurt..."

Pamela took deep breaths, lips open as she panted slightly, trying to regain her composure. Her face was slightly flushed with exertion, and a slight sheen of sweat could be seen on her forehead. Suddenly, Pamela was *very* aware of how helpless and weak she looked. Normally, feeling this way in front of anyone would rouse her anger, but with Harley? It...well, made the 'blood' rise to her cheeks, though she did her best to suppress it.

"You know if I had let you lead, you would've stepped in this stuff instead of me." Pamela noted, pursing her lips. Harley was such a quirky little thing, but Pamela always had an instinct to protect her, whether from the Joker or anything else. The red-headed plant-woman tried to think of something, *anything* that would help get her out of this.

But she was coming up blank.

"This place...it's been left to rot for a while, Harl. If I can't get free, I...could be trapped until I wither from lack of sun." She couldn't photosynthesize inside a windowless old factory, after all.

For lack of options, Pamela tried twisting herself free again, a bit more frantically this time. Pamela wasn't a practicing gymnast like her bleached friend, but her legs were every bit as taut and toned underneath that emerald covering. Her powerful leg muscles trembled as they fought -and lost- against the glue trapping them. Pamela's chest bounced within the leaf-green leaf leotard she constructed as she fidgeted about.

Eventually, Pamela needed to take a break...more exhausted than last time. Now, she was panting heavily; her ample chest rising up and down. Resigned, Pamela looked at Harley.

"Harl, darling...please help me." Due to her exhausted posture, it might have come off as seductive, but it wasn't -entirely- intentional.

Harley knows that she shouldn't be so aroused by Pamela right now, when she was in such dire straights... but goodness knows she could not help it.

"And if I would have stepped in the stuff, you could have used any sort of chemicals to free me. They don't hurt me, the same way they hurt you." Harley pointed out her logic.

The thought of Pamela being left to rot in this place, without sunlight or her garden, made Harley very uneasy. And very upset.

So when she asked for help, Harley didn't even focus on the seductive tone. She was determined not to let her friend stay trapped her.

"I will be right back. I am not leaving you like this." She promised. Then she used those gymnastic skills to vault over the catwalk, and down to a lower level, where she could search the place for something that would help Pamela. She was specifically looking for chemicals that would cancel out the glue-like substance of whatever Pamela was stuck in. But if she found something better... she would be extremely grateful.

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Pamela was becoming vaguely aware how...flirtatious she was being with Harley. It was always her fallback position; to seduce and use her feminine wiles to get her way, along with her pheromones. That, coupled with the self-experimentation that gave her green skin, caused some instinctive responses to various stimuli.

True, Pamela was frightened that she might be trapped permanently, cut off from the sun and plant-life she loved so much. And yet; she couldn't help but feel a bit aroused at the idea of having been put into bondage -of a kind- and depending on Harley to rescue her. And Harley's determination -however it turned out- was endearing, in a way.

"Yes, Harley...*please* hurry!" Pamela shouted, though it came out as a husky whisper more than anything.

Down below, there were various flasks and chemical substances; most of them poorly labeled or not at all. But there *did* seem to be some bit of luck...a container labeled 'solvent' on it. Seemed convenient, except there didn't seem to be much, if anything, left of it.

But it would have to do.

Up above, Pamela's apprehension at being trapped was starting to bleed into...other feelings. She began running her palms sensually down her thighs, looking forlornly at her glued feet; her dainty, shapely feet and toes that were caught firmly in the grip of this goo...parts both unyielding, yet soft. 'If only...this happened on my terms, and not due to some careless human...!' Pamela thought.

Speaking out loud, Pamela asked, "Harl? Have you found anything, yet? I need you so badly..." She purred, semi-absently.

Harley had to give herself a slight pat on the back after she found the solvent. There was not much in there, but with her knowledge -- and the other chemicals available, she was able to add a little more kick to the mixture.

She climbed up a support poll to get back up to the catwalk.

Then she found Pamela, running her palms sensually down her thighs. And sighed deeply. "Gosh Red... that is one heck of a show..."

"Promise me a repeat performance after I free you?"

"Hmmm? Oh, you managed to find something to help me, Harl? Thank God..." Pamela breathed, her voice now unmistakably sultry. After -futilely- flexing her toes in the adhesive, she bent down slightly and leaned towards Harley, giving a nice top-down view of her ample cleavage.

"Honestly, darling...at this point I'd promise you *anything* if you could get me loose. It's just so horrible being planted like this." But the seductive tenor in her voice cast doubt on that. "Ungh..." Pamela tried to lift her legs again, less out of an attempt to free herself...and more to show off how trapped she was. And as she flexed her legs and musculature, Pamela wasn't even hiding the fact that she was seducing Harley.

"Harl...have pity on a poor little lily, won't you?" Pamela pouted, with both parts playfulness and sincerity.

"Don't worry, my little lily... now hold your nose, and don't breathe in." Harley started applying her make-shift solvent to the edges of the industrial glue, letting it slowly eat away piece by piece. She didn't want to add too much and accidently hurt her friend.

"Hmmm~. It tickles." Pamela stated simply. The plant-woman was a wee bit apprehensive about the solvent at first, but it quickly became clear that it wasn't going to damage her photosynthetic skin. Instead it ate away at the original composition; creating a new mixture via chemical reaction as it did so.

And Pamela could feel the compound holding her feet change, becoming less rigid and more malleable. The glue was also changing color somewhat...from mustard yellow to a dullish grey. 'Harley's little concoction changed this muck *that* much? I'm impressed...' Ivy thought. Pamela perhaps wondered if she should be more encouraging to Harley in the future.

But first, she needed to get loose before anything else.

Trying to pat down her lingering arousal, Pamela took a breath and tried to lift her lithe leg from the pool holding it. While the glue wasn't as constricting as it was before the solvent was added, it still stretched mightily along the ball of her bare foot. "Ungh! Blast it all...!"

Eventually, Pamela managed break the foot loose from the pool...but only temporarily. Ivy had to put her now glue covered foot back into the trap to avoid losing her balance. Even so, the battle seemed winnable now, despite the fact the glue's power hadn't been fully dissipated.

"I can move *somewhat*...it'll have to do. I'll get out of this, eventually." Pamela looked to Harley with genuine gratitude. "Thanks, Harl. Be sure to remind me that I owe you one."

Harley watched as her little chemical creation worked its scientific magic, with a content little smile. She has learned a few things hanging around Ivy, and before that by spending time with Joker.

She sees that Pam is still having a little trouble getting loose. So she holds out her baseball bat. "Here! Use this as a support to make your way over to me. It won't matter if the chemical hurts it or if it gets sticky."

Pamela nodded and gripped the bat with her manicured fingers. After getting a feel for the rough wood of the bat, the red-head gritted her teeth and tried to move her way forward.

Pamela wanted to avoid doing the splits, so she carefully had to dislodge one gooped foot after the other. Another issue is that her pheromone based physiology was getting aroused by this; her lover and friend trying to pull her free from sticky bondage. Every moment the strands pulled at her feet, it caused her green skin to get goosebumps.

"Y'know, this gunk almost feels rather good against me. Still, it can't beat the dirt and earth on a warm day surrounded by my babies...but almost." Now that she knew she could *leave* it, Pamela felt a bit more amiable about the snare she was caught in.

Even so, Pamela pulled on Harley's bat with all her might. But the red-head's movements were a bit jerky, by necessity. Not to mention, the red-head's movements were pushing the edge of the pool forward, somewhat. The sludge was very close to touching Harley's boot tips.

"We can go play in some mud after we are done here," Harley suggested. It was very alluring to see Pamela covered in the gunk, but it would be tons better to see her in a natural setting, covered in mud.

Once she got close enough, Harley reached out and wrapped her arms around Pamela. She took a few steps away from the sludge, not wanting to get stuck. Her athletic body allowed her to stretch appropriately, with no effort.

"Got ya!"

Pamela let out a gasp as Harley reached for her, at least initially. But feeling her partner's warm arms around her quickly relaxed her. Harley herself might notice that Pamela's own body was pretty warm; and not just from all the effort she put into getting free.

Eventually, the plant-woman was able to use the leverage Harley provided to wrench herself free...though grey goo still covered her bare feet; looking very much like weird ankle socks.

"Ungh, finally!" Pamela gasped, hanging off Harley's shoulders and body while keeping both feet in the air, bent at the knees. The bleached woman might have a problem with the extra weight, but Pamela was very aware that goo still coated her feet...and that was likely to make walking difficult.

"Still, I can't help but feel this whole night's a bust...you may have to carry me out of here, Harl." Pamela was half-joking, though fighting with every step back to the hideout wasn't something she was looking forward too.

Harley took her joke as an invitation, and swung her arms underneath Pam's legs, to pick her up in a cradle position.

"Sorry that we didn't find what you were looking for, Red. But you are right... we better get out of here. And get you in the sun and water."

Pamela had to admit, it was very alluring to be carried bridal style by her lover. And with that formula she was looking for being a wash, Pamela decided to focus on her attention of satisfying all those lingering feelings her struggle against the adhesive caused.

"That sounds...divine, darling." Pamela purred, running her green fingers through one Harley's dyed ponytails. Then she whispered in the bleached woman's ear, "But I'm practically helpless with my feet all gunked up like this...you'll have to be a good girl and take care of me for a while~."

Harley felt like she couldn't get out of the factory fast enough, especially once Pamela started running her fingers through her hair.

"I can do that!" She was excited and eager. And made no effort to hide it.

And once Pam was okay, and her needs were met, Harley was making plans to come back here alone... and find the prize that Red had desired the most. She would make it a secret surprise.

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