Ivy had been bugging Harley for a while. The months were starting to warm up so Ivy wanted to see her get back to the gym. She wanted to see her get her life style back, Neither one of the ladies knew why, but Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD) hit her pretty hard this year. She had started to look like one of the porn actresses who had made countless parodies about their relationship.
Harley stepped into the gym in those ill fitting shorts, the ones that were straining around the holiday fat and one of those stupid Daddy's little monster shirts she got after that movie came out. She secretly hated wearing that outfit, especially after her and Ivy got together, so that's why she wore it to the gym. It wasn't a fashion show there, but it was public enough so that she could put out the façade that she liked it.
She had signed up for a training session with a Gotham PD officer , Cheryl Bane, who was working as a trainer on the side. She had started Harley with some body weight movements, push ups, weightless squats, hanging from the bar, and Harley was surprised at how quickly she was getting winded. Perhaps Ivy was right. Cheryl started offering her weights and Harley and Harley told her that if they were going up up the intensity, she was going to need some thing to drink. The problem had been that Harley didn't bring anything herself, Her acrobatics had never made her thirsty like that before. She saw Cheryl's water bottle of something, it wasn't water, but it looked delicious and she was parched.
Harley picked it up and took a swig while Cheryl had her back to her. It tasted weird. She had to admit that training was weird, with her past as a super villain, and working with someone on the good side. But she was one the good side now too right? And she deserved to be healthy too right? AT least that's what she would have told one of her clients before she met Mister Jay. Everyone deserved to take care of themselves.
Harley picked up the kettle bell Cheryl handed to her, and her arm felt, good. She gave it a couple curls, and it felt really easy. She flexed in front of the mirror and was surprised she seemed to be getting a pump already. Cheryl told her to try some overhead presses and would you believe it, those cheap little sleeves ripped as she lifted. Harley breathed a heavy sigh and slowly put the weight down, she was so surprised how easy it was. She saw the holes in her sleeves and dug her fingers in and ripped and tore until they popped clean free. And that felt really good. It really was like the SAD was lifting. She flexed again, her arms looked Jacked AF, but her legs were still spindley. She took another swig of Cheryl's bottle.
Cheryl handed her a heavier kettle bell and told her to squat. Harley squatted as instructed. The effect was almost instant. Her quads burned so harshly, it was like acid was in her veins. Because it was. She set the weight down and breathed heavier with her hand on her knees and she could actually see her quads quadrupling in size. And her stomach it was tightening. She looked in the mirror and saw her waist get absolutely snatched. Harley adjusted her thong to high waisted and had to admit, she looked fucking hot, thanks to Cheryl's training, and whatever the fuck it was in her water bottle.
She had to show Ivy. She snapped a mirror selfie.
Honey, get ready for some real fun with these boulder crushers, I'm really going to let you flower my garden tonight.