All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Ivy had seen the look in Harley's eyes before! Waking up from another dream of her precious 'Mister J'! She could also detect the pheromones the poor girl was putting off. The two of them had shared a couple of nights together once they had started teaming together on a regular basis. Always after a job went right and they had gotten away clean. No police, no Batman, and none of those other spandex clad clowns either. When they had welcomed Selina into the fold though those nights had stopped entirely. Almost as though Harley were afraid of disappointing her by admitting what she and Ivy had done to fill the lonely hours holed up in one of the poorer sections of Gotham's Crime Alley neighborhood.
"Well girls," purred Selina as she mounted the chipped and splintering window frame. "I am off for the East End to check in on things."
Catwoman then slipped out the window and into the cold autumn night. Harley shifted uncomfortably on the sofa where she had been sleeping. Her fingers lightly brushing over the wet spot she had left as a result of her dreams. Ivy uncurled herself from the vine shrouded chair and crossed the room to check on her. The floor wheezed and creaked from age as her weight seemed to find the weak spots in this latest hideout. Ivy only wished that the three of them could move back into one of her older lairs. Maybe the old flower shop, or the botanical gardens? Surely the damned Batman could not still be staking those out looking for them?
"What is the matter Harley?" Ivy purred.
"Oh nothing Red." Lied the other woman. Just a dream to back before all of... this." She gestured down her costume. Implying that the dream had been about a life before The Joker had dragged her into a life of crime and craziness.
"Catwoman, Selina I mean, is gone for the night. Why don't we talk about it?" Offered Ivy.
Harley looked up at Ivy and was almost swallowed in those deep green pools that were her eyes. She knew the other villainess' had no real interest in discussing her dreams, or the loneliness in her life since Mister J had thrown her out of his gang. Sure, the two of them had shared a few good times, but Harley was not in that sort of mood. Still it might do her some good to get it off her chest and out in the open. She was just about to open her mouth when something acrid and cloying tasting came into the back of her mouth. Before she could protest Harley Quinn felt unconsciousness creeping over her and then the entire room went black...
The poor thing had not needed much in the way of the spores that Ivy sent into the air. She watched as Harley struggled for a few seconds and then slumped over onto the sofa. With a gesture she summoned vines to carry the unconscious form into the nearest bedroom. As they crossed the small space the thorny vines shredded and discarded Harley's costume so that she was naked before they had even left the room! Ivy paused a moment to admire the trim body, the gently rising breasts with each breath, and the blonde bush rising between her legs. Carefully, she dipped a finger between Harley's legs in order to taste some of the dew remaining from her dream. It was every bit as sweet as she remembered and worth using the spores if it meant that she was going to get more than just this one fleeting taste.
