Queens of Crime: A Harley and Ivy Tale (closed)

[shilo_elizabeth]

Ivy tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear as she looked out the window. A smile crept onto her lips when the rain finally started. Perfect. Her babies needed all the water they could get, especially the hybrids she was currently working on. It seemed that combining two types of plants made them crave twice the water they normally would.

She moved from the window to sit at the kitchen table, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of her. Ivy stared down angrily at the paper in front of her. "GOTHAM CUTS ARKHAM GREENHOUSE FUNDING" the headline read. Ivy couldn't believe it. Not that she particularly wanted to go back to Arkham, but if she did, what the hell was she supposed to do? She just knew the Batman had something to do with it. He was trying to make her angry, to make her react. She'd been laying low since she'd gotten out of Arkham and now the Batman was trying to get her to come out and make a scene.

Well, she wouldn't do it. Or, probably not.

Still, ideas ran through her mind. And she was already dressed for the occasion in tight green silk, her favorite green boots and, of course, arm-length green silk gloves. Ivy liked to wear her outfit, even if she was just lounging around the house. Which she was quickly getting bored of.

Ivy started as a knock suddenly sounded at the door. She frowned, wondering who it could be. Nobody had been in contact with her since she had gotten out of Arkham and she had been very quiet about getting a new place. She moved to the door warily, grabbing a vial of bright green liquid on her way out. It wasn't poison, but if it got smashed in someone's face, it would burn like hell and, probably, blind them. Ivy didn't want to be violent, but she didn't like surprises and she had a bad feeling about whoever was on the other side of that door.

She put her eye up to the peek hole and gasped. Who else but Harley Quinn was standing on her doorstep? A slow smile spread across her lips as she set the vial aside and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. She wished she had had a few minutes to check her appearance in a mirror before the Joker's sexy second in command had shown up. By the looks of Harley, though, she wouldn't even notice. The girl was soaking wet and looked upset.

Ivy opened the door. "Harley?" she spoke in her usual slow drawl and seductive tone. "Harley, what's wrong? Come in and get warmed up," she ushered the girl into her modest living room, grabbing a soft blanket to throw over her shaking shoulders. "Here, sit down," Ivy perched on the edge of the couch and patted the seat next to her. "What's going on, sweetie?"

[Vail_Indigo]

3 days.
Harley had been crying for 3 days straight.
Non-stop.
No sleep.
No food.
Just tears.
One of the perks to insanity.
Her Mr. J had not only beaten her senseless, which was normal and fine, but then he'd ignored her. Which wasn't completely abnormal, but was no longer fine.
After three days, the girl simply let go and passed out for another three days.
Another perk.
She was woken by a voice in her head she barely recognized. Harleen Quinzel still lived inside Harley's mind.
"Get up," the voice whispered.
Harley did.
"Get changed."
Harley ripped off her normal costume and stepped into the shower.
When finished, she made sure her hair was suitably split down the middle, jet-black and blood-red, applied a modicum (for Harley) of make-up and pulled on a mix of red, black, fishnet clothes, many more than a little torn. 'Riotgrrl' was as close to normal street clothes as Harley could do.
If it hadn't been for Harleen, she wouldn't have remembered to pull on boots (the ones with the hidden knives).
"Go. Its time to go," Harleen whispered.
"But where? Where can I go without my Puddin'? Without my Mr. J???"
"Shhhh...I'll take care of you. Just go."
Hours later, soaking wet from the near constant rain of Gotham, and with gentle guidance from Harleen, the girl ended up in Ivy's apartment.
She shivered under the blanket Ivy gave her, unable to speak.
Suddenly, she threw herself at Ivy, grabbing hold of the woman and sobbing again.
"Oh Red!!!! He's so mean to me!!" she held on and cried as heavily as she had the first three days. "Why won't he love me back???"

[shilo_elizabeth]

Ivy frowned as Harley buried her head in her shoulder. Joker; she should've known. That crazy fuck had made this sweet girl as crazy as he was, then he slapped her around and God knew what else. That clown was so blinded by his crazed fury, he couldn't see what a beautiful devoted girlfriend he had.

His loss.

Ivy snaked an arm around Harley's shoulders and brought her other hand up to stroke her black and crimson locks. "Oh, Harley," she murmured as the girl's sobs slowly subsided. "You're too good for him, Harl. The guy can't see what's right in front of him." She shifted and cupped her hands around Harley's cheeks, tipping her face up and looking into the watery blue eyes.

"Don't cry over him. He doesn't deserve it," Ivy said, resting her forehead on Harley's. Her lips were barely two inches away from Harley's, but Ivy resisted. For the moment, at least. The corners of her lips turned up into a seductive smirk. "Who needs men, anyway, hm?" she asked, allowing her thumb to stroke Harley's cheek gently.

She moved back slightly, tucking the blanket slightly tighter around the other girl. "Look, love, why don't you stay here for a while? Figure things out, without that clown here to boss you around." Ivy flipped her long red hair over her shoulder and smiled down at the other girl. Her shaking had subsided. That was good.

"And if you decide you want to get even, I can certainly help you out with that," she smirked. "That Joker has always stolen the spotlight and I've been lying low for far too long. I've got all this pent up...adrenaline." Ivy quirked an eyebrow at Harley and smiled. "What do you say? Keep me company for a few days?"