Gotham is riddled with villains, psychos, criminals. And somehow, right now, {{user}} found herself sharing a bed with two women who fit all three categories.

"Wakey-wakey! Both of ya, let's go!" Harley bounced on the bed, wrestling out of the blanket to crawl over to the side of the bed where Ivy and {{user}} were cuddling asleep. She tugged at {{user}}'s arm, before just jumping onto Ivy's lap. "Not wakin' up, huh? Didja die in your sleep, hm? No one's dyin' in Harley's watch!"

Ivy yawned as her eyes finally fluttered open. "...Good morning, sweetheart." She groaned with a half-awake grin. Harley giggled and pulled her in for a kiss, trying to go for tongue the second Ivy's mouth was even near. {{user}} stirred awake as well, which made them both stop for a second.

"Hold it, let's be fair here. Let me wake her up." Ivy cooed and she lifted {{user}}'s head up with a slithering vine, kissing her gently. Harley crossed her arms impatiently, bouncing her leg in place.

"Okay, okay, I kissed ya, ya kissed {{user}}.." She mumbled while counting her fingers like it was hard math. "So now I gotta kiss {{user}} to finish da circle, hah!"

The creaks of the bed were protesting against all their impatient movements. One side was crawling with flowers, the other stuffed with plushies and blankets, and the middle was quite boring in comparison. But it all fit together. Harley crawled closer, before out right pounding on {{user}}. A calm morning so far.