Poison Ivy is lurking in shadows of Penguins manor when she sees Harley again for the first time since she forcibly kissed and humiliated her as Pamela Isley. Having Still not forgiven her.
"Who's there?" calls Quinn in a sing-song voice. Not Batsty! Not the Bat! Anyone but the Bat brain! She fervently hopes.
Caught. Reeling Ivy says nothing. She tries to focus in on a nearby plant but finds none. It's either fight or flight and Harley's muscles and swagger say fighting is not an option. No more running or hiding, that's what Pam would have done.
Just as she steps out into the moonlit square of light from the window. Quinn exclaims.
"Poison Ivy?!" Finally figuring out who she is, Harley's eyes boggle. "Nice to meetcha! I'm a big fan!" She says holding out a hand that Ivy ignores.
"Hello Harley darling, nice new outfit!" Finally announcing herself falling back into her villainous Ivy persona as a defence mechanism. Harley's outfit consists of a studded red leather jacket worn over a frayed tank top and tight military style pants in red and purple and combat boots that reached halfway to her knees. Her white painted complexion looking as delicious as powdered sugar. While her juicy lips are coated in glossy dark lipstick that matches her eyeshadow. Her bright blonde hair is done in tight blue and red space buns. Her boobs strain at her white tank top lifting it away from her, so it ends just shy of her belly button. "I love the new hairdo too." Ivy drawls
The compliment is well placed. Harley is no longer the Joker's pigtailed property, but she still keeps her long blonde locks tied up in her new beloved bright red and blue space buns. As a finishing touch she got an undercut that Harley thinks makes her look cool and military.
Harley is shocked by the stranger's surprise entrance; she only knows the super villainess by reputation. Ivy appeared out of nowhere; nobody in the Gotham underworld even knows her alter ego and she always works alone. Totally independent. Just like I wanna be.
Poison Ivy strides toward her spreading her arms and fingers showing herself off, her eyes aglow with green fire. Seeing her in the flesh is a real treat. Holy Moley she is so freakin hot!
Ivy's red shirt is unbuttoned at her belly pushing up her already bulging breasts while baring her green midriff like a weapon. Two buttons struggling to contain her chest. Her mass of red hair is all coiled and piled up in a vicious yet elegant bun on top of her head. Like a cobra waiting to strike.
"Ya know me?" Ivy's friendly comments imply an unearned rapport. Though Harley still leans in and checks out the stranger's cleavage.
"Well of course, I do, everyone knows the Joker's ex." She purrs, part of her annoyed that Harley could not even recognize her. But also, glad she didn't see that weak willed woman anymore. Noticing She still has that same precocious accent.
"Well, why are ya here too? Are ya banging the Penguin?"
"Ugh No way. Obviously, I'm breaking into this place just like you." She states calmly. But more emotion slips in than she would like. Harley pushes her buttons without even trying. Ivy's insides are boiling, having never forgotten the last time she had ever been made to feel weak and small.
"Well, we can't both rob it!" Harley blurts.
"Rob?" She chuckles. "I heard on the grapevine that Penguin has plans to develop the Gotham state national park into real estate. I was going to impress upon him just how unwise that would be." Or maybe just kill him and say good riddance.
"Well, ya wasted ya time. He's not here this whole month. Him and his trophy wife are on his yacht at the cape of Good Hope. It's all over Instagram. She posted a pic of them. Don't cha have Insta?" She ploughs on before Ivy can answer. "I was just here ta rob him blind while he's gone. I already got all these totally untraceable bearer bonds worth a fortune!'' She proudly shows off the folder. "He won't even notice or know about it till it's too late. Unless you tell him?" She gives a stern look and points her bloodied baseball bat at Ivy,
"I won't tell." Ivy promises in a voice dripping with apathy having no love for the Penguin after all. But she's caught off guard that he's gone,
"Gee thanks Miss Poison. I gotta say I'm a huge fan of the work ya do! I love seeing a girl boss doing her own thing!" Harley tries to match Ivy's stance, while thinking she could be a powerful friend. Giving her a friendly smile.
"How many guards did you see on your way in Harley?" Ugh she still has that same cocky grin. Ivy shifts frowning.
"One, two, three and four." Harley counts off on her fingers. "All of 'em way too slow and arrogant ta dodge this." She shows off her gory red bat. "Guns ain't much use when I break all ya fingers. She snorts.
"That's good to know" Ivy muses "I easily dealt with the rest."
"We've got the whole estate to ourselves then!" Harley's shouts like it's a party.
"You wanna finish trashing the place with me? bright eyes lighting up, happy to share the praise for wrecking Penguin's manor.
Ivy rolls her eyes, barely concealing the depths of her anger. Harley being so open and friendly doesn't fool her; she knows what she is capable of.
She has tried to forget her, and she should be on her way now. For some reason she trusts Harley's word that Penguin isn't here. So, no there's reason to stay. And yet...
"I always work alone, Harley." She refuses having learnt her lesson about trusting people never going to make that mistake again. "You do your little minor vandalism thing I'm going." She dismisses her with a callous wave of her hand. If she doesn't see Harley again for another seven years, it will be too soon. But while I am seeing her... No shut up!
"Aww! I wanted to see ya in action! I betcha could bring this whole house down if ya wanted. Cmon dontcha ever get lonely Miss Ivy? I sure do." still feeling aroused after the fight. Blood pumping, heart pounding, adrenaline flowing.
"Why the fuck would I get lonely? She must retort that. "People make me wanna puke! I don't need some sidekick to get in my way or slow me down. Lemme give you some advice: love is for children. Men are like weeds. Every single one I stamp out there's another five tomorrow. Ivy lectures shaking her head with knowing disapproval.
"I wasn't talking about men." Suggests Harley with a wink. Finding this fiery woman, very interesting indeed. Plus, she wants to know if all the rumours and gossip about her are true. "Or maybe another night huh?"
She's actually coming onto me? Ivy blinks, jaw slack till she snaps it shut. Pam would have stammered. It's the last thing she expects. Hitting her like a sucker punch. Thinking hard. Ivy prowls around Harley forcing her to turn 360 in order to follow her. Pacing like a predator Funny when Harley humiliated me all those years ago, I thought she was as old as me but now I see she's barely in her thirties.
Spotting how she wears her cobalt and crimson jacket with the collar popped like she is trying to be a badass. She checks out Harley's ass in those tight leather pants and notices she has the toned shapely legs of a former Olympic hopeful. Why shouldn't I? I have mastery over nature, surely, I have mastery over myself. I can resist her. It would be good to dominate her and best her. On the spot coming up with a new plan for revenge. Not something she has ever tried before but it suits Harley. An eye for an eye. The devilish idea taking root so rapidly it's like it was always there; making any old schemes seem so very boring. Tonight, could be very fun indeed. I can finally wipe that stupid smirk off her ugly, sexy face.
"Well, what are you talking about Harley?" Ivy purrs in the sexiest, most seductive voice she can muster.
"Ooh Hahaha I knew you'd be fun! this is like our first date so maybe just a lil smooch if you're interested. I'd love to get to know ya, I bet ya could be really cool!" She emphasises "I don't know any supervillains with real superpowers."
Eco Terrorist Ivy wants to correct her.
"Well what kind of fun are you after? As far as Ivy is concerned, she's done with her, yet she has only one weakness and Harley is unknowingly exploiting it. Peeling at her layers of excuses there is only one reason for her to stay now.
Harley is already her hostage now and she doesn't even know it. No one can resist me. Women aren't much harder to manipulate than men.
"Why don't you just kiss me then? If you're so unsure?" Ivy asks gently not having planned for any of this; not liking improvisation but she could never allow herself to be rejected, least of all by her. Nor could she walk away now without humiliating Harley. So smug She hasn't changed a bit from when they'd first met. Someone needs to teach her a lesson.
"Ha! Sure thing! Lay one on me Ivy" Harley's eyebrows jump before she impetuously puckers up her lips.
Oh well she asked for it. I'm not responsible for what happens next. Ivy angles her head down making it easier for the shorter Harley to get close to her.
Harley eagerly leans in, angling her head up, pouting her lips. eyes still wide open to see if Ivy will follow through.
She looks like butter wouldn't melt. Ivy notes Though we both know better. I mean we are both killers now though but still. And with that their lips meet.
Ivy is not prepared for just how good the kiss is.
Harley's welcoming lips are soft and gentle against hers.
It feels just how a kiss should feel she can't stop herself from thinking.
Harley tastes like Cinnamon with a hint of strawberries and cream. Familiar natural scents Ivy can't help but enjoy them.
Getting all worked up, Harley snuggles up against the hot-blooded Ivy, hugging her is like being wrapped in a cosy duvet, since she has a hotter body temperature than a regular human. After all that time in a cold cell in Arkham, the former gangster's moll needs some warmth. So, she kisses with vigour finding Ivy intoxicating, her heady flavour making her all dizzy like downing a couple of fruit cocktails.
Ivy smooches back with puckered lips. The lip lock lasting longer than she'd expected. Her stressed posture loosens.
Harley leaps deeper into the kiss with aplomb, groping Ivy irritating her, though amusing her somewhat with her sheer passion.
Harley's eyes widen as the tip of Ivy's tongue tickles hers.
She don't hold back! I knew she'd be fun!
Ivy figures she can bind Harley with vines, and then leave an anonymous tip and her, for the GCPD. That'll teach her a lesson about respect, about boundaries and it would show her who was boss now. Especially since it would send her safely back to prison where she belonged
Now that Harley stood in front of her, she finds all those old fantasies of slowly killing her become just that, fantasies. She wants revenge but killing such a beauty would be a waste. Besides, she'd never learn her lesson if she was dead. She can't pass up the chance to lay this beauty.
Planning to exact revenge by doing to her what she had done to Pam all those years ago. Greatly enjoying Harley's presence now, she has all the power. Finally, they separate.
"Ooh la la Ivy! I don't normally french on a first date but wowza!
I'll make an exception for ya!" She grins, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
This is no date! Ivy fumes but instead she purrs arrogantly
