Ladies Night [Ivy]

[harley]

Harley Quinn walked through the various neighborhoods that made up the eastern section of Gotham City. These were, without a doubt, the meanest streets Gotham had to offer. A normal woman Harley's age would be in danger or afraid as she walked through the dirty streets, however, Harley wasn't a normal women. Despite the fact that it was no doubt out of fear of her lover, The Joker, that Harley could walk these streets more or less without worry. She liked to think that it was out of fear or respect for her that granted her immunity from harm. Little did she know that the majority of Gotham's criminal element thought of her as more of a joke than anything else. It was the very fact that she was associated in such an intimate way with such a feared man that people even gave her the time of day.

The night was a depressing one for Harley, to say the least. That morning, The Joker had beat her and threw her out of their gang. Harley was unaware what she had done that had upset him in such a way, but any time The Joker threw her out, which was a frequent event, all she cared about was how to get him back. Whenever it happened, the word wasn't spread throughout the city as it was always just a matter of time before the two got back together. Nevertheless, each and every time was just as devastating to her as the last.

After navigating the dangerous streets for hours, she finally stopped at a place, a bar. Walking was all she had right now, so she spent her time doing it, all the while contemplating what she could possibly do to get back with the man she was literally insanely in love with. As she looked at the place, she couldn't make out the name of the bar since the lights had either been smashed or the bulbs hadn't been replaced in god knows how long.

With teary eyes, she made her way inside and as with most establishments in this part of town, it was filled with men. Lowlifes, thieves, murderers, men for higher; the type of men that should be avoided. As she made her way to the bar, Harley could feel their eyes burning into her. It wouldn't have been so much of a stretch to assume that she was the first woman in there for a while, possibly the first ever that wasn't being paid to be there.

Slowly she sat in the corner and ordered various shots in an attempt to drown her sorrows. After a while the whole "novelty" of a woman being there had dissolved and the bar were as usual. Occasionally she overheard some of the scum that occupied the place go into overly graphic detail about what they wanted to...do, to her. The whole experience was a constant reminder about how to her The Joker was her soul mate. Quietly, she began to break down, sobbing in the corner, trying not to alert any of the men there what was going on.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Unlike Harley, Poison Ivy is having a good day. Actually, almost every day after she'd come to grips with the devastating loss of her greenhouse has been a good day for her - she's growing, she can feel it! Her new lab is horribly inadequate without additional equipment, but what she can do with it is enough to make her almost giddy when something else isn't distracting her from that emotion.

But she's always looking for opportunities to find the things that she's missing - she has the FBI to take down, after all, and she needs additional equipment and supplies. So while a bar isn't somewhere she'd go for pleasure, going to the wrong sort of bar is the place to meet the wrong sort of people, who can generally point her in the direction of the sort of lowlifes that are actually somewhat useful. This sort of place is becoming scarcer due to the FBI trying to shut them all down, but in a large crime-ridden city like this for every one they shut down another springs up somewhere else.

Blending into the type of people who hang out in this sector of the city, the dress that she's wearing is only one step away from getting her mistaken as a hooker and are practically rags compared what she used to wear. While she's not opposed to being gaped at - in fact she encourages it - she doesn't want to invite anyone to mug her. Even if she could easily kill anyone who tried. Of course, even wearing rags she's a stunningly beautiful woman and so she's not surprised when she can feel the eyes of every man in the bar take a very, very long look at her when she comes in.

She smiles, scanning the crowd quickly to get a sense of what sort of scum hang out in this particular bar. Men, it looks like. She doesn't really mind. Normally she'd head straight for the bar and see which of them would order her first drink. In places like this, she hardly ever has to pay. However, one of her eyebrows raises when she spots the lone woman in the bar crying in the corner. Hey, isn't that the Joker's girl? Sensing an opportunity, she walks over and says, "Mind if I join you?" Of course, not the sort of woman who waits for an invitation, she's already seating herself even as she asks.

[harley]

Of all the people Harley expected to attempt a conversation with her, the attractive woman who had just sat next to her was last on her list. As she continued sobbing she heard the woman ask permission to join her, without looking up she spoke, "It's a free country, I guess" she barely managed to get up, her voice whinier than usual. Through her teary eyes she looked under her arms as she leaned on the bar, all she could see was the woman's legs. It didn't help her identify who was sat next to her as the sultry voice that had asked to join her had already made it obviously clear that it was a woman. This woman must have be incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to come into a dive like this, especially with the amount of leg she was displaying.

Carefully, Harley wiped away the tears in her eyes and on her face, trying her best to preserve her makeup but failing. Once her vision was clear again, she turned to the woman next to her to attempt to have a conversation with her. Her first opinion of her was that she was some kind of prostitute, waiting at the bar for whatever lowlife had hired her to finish his "business" and be ready for her. Harley offered her best attempt at smile that she could manage due to the circumstances, her smeared makeup barely existent anymore. "So ughh... Which one are ya here for?" she asked her, Harley wasn't used to talking to prostitutes, so this was new territory to her. As soon as she finished asking her question, she immediately had a thought. If this was a prostitute, it would be highly doubtful that she would have started talking to "Harley Quinn: The Joker's sidekick". It would have made more sense to flirt with the other men to try and get more business for the future. Perhaps Harley was wrong in assuming the woman was a prostitute, but it was too late now.

Then other thoughts about the woman's motives rushed through her brain. Harley knew that she was pretty well know throughout Gotham, it would be hard not to be since she had been acting like The Joker's shadow for a while now. So, not only did this new woman walk into a place like this, but she also wanted to sit with Gotham's deadliest female villain, or at least she liked to think so. There was something suspicious about her, she had guts, and that was a rare thing in Gotham these days, even more so for women.

Harley hoped that she wasn't some kind of new superhero on the block, trying to make her name y taking on Harley. The last thing Harley wanted right now was to be inconvenienced by the masked menaces that Gotham rapidly seemed to be producing at an unprecedented rate, or by the cops, who also seemed to be turning things up a notch on their end too. No matter who she was, Harley would just have to wait and see. She seemed far too pretty to be one of Gotham's finest, but looks could be deceiving. It was in Harley's nature to skip all manners to get to the bottom of something and true to form she did just that. "So, who are ya? Ya don't wanna beat me up or kill me or anythin' do ya? Cause I'm kinda havin' a bad day".

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Fortunately for Harley, Poison Ivy completely misses the assumption behind the other woman's words. She's far more at home rubbing elbows with Gotham's upper class than she is in a place like this, after all, even though she has been learning very quickly. Then again, she wouldn't be very offended even if she did get it - she is, after all, intentionally dressed in a way that lures in men. Men who are distracted by her appearance have looser lips and she was hoping to get some information today before seeing Harley in the bar put that plan on hold. Or at least, modified it a bit.

"Oh, I'm here alone," she replies with an amused grin. Sure it's dangerous to be a woman alone in a place like this, but that's the kind of danger that she can laugh in the face. She could probably kill anyone here on a whim - she's neither brave nor stupid, she just more dangerous than anyone else here. While there are people in Gotham that she'd feel the need to handle a bit more delicately, none of them are here. Except, of course, Harley herself - one has to be a bit cautious when dealing with the girlfriend of someone like the Joker. Even if the man disgusts her on pretty much every level she has and she hasn't even met him in person yet.

"Call me Poison Ivy," she adds, the smile lingering on her face, "I'm a new rogue." It's probably a bit presumptuous to call herself a rogue already even though she hasn't really done anything special yet, but that's just a matter of time. "And of course not - actually I just came here hoping to dig up some information. But that can wait - now what I want is to make sure you're okay," she says, her face turning compassionate - though that look is a lie. She hasn't really felt that emotion since the day she was attacked by Dr. Woodrue.

[harley]

Harley's eyebrows raised as Ivy mentioned the fact that she was a new rogue. In her time with The Joker, there had been a substantial amount of people to make the same claim. It was mainly arrogant two bit goons who thought they had something unique to Gotham. With Ivy however, she certainly seemed...different. This brought up many different questions that Harley would undoubtedly ask with annoyance and enthusiasm of a child, that was if she had what it took to live up to the title. Despite Ivy's obvious unique appearance, Harley was still somewhat doubtful of her capabilities. After all, Harley new more than anyone that it was more than just the image and name that mattered. It was the unique factor they possessed, although, an appropriate costume was always a plus, not to mention Harley loved to play dress up.

"So ya think ya got what it takes to be one of the big guns in Gotham, huh? Well ya gotta have some skill, there's a lotta wackos in this town y'know! The kind that dress as giant bats!" she said without even a hint of irony. Harley hoped that she was able to live up to the standards needed to be one of the top dogs in Gotham. There was a lack of female criminals in Gotham and Harley would have loved a gal pal she could occupy her time with whenever Joker decided to toss her aside like a piece of trash, which was becoming a very frequent occurrence.

When Ivy mentioned that she wanted to make sure that she was okay, Harley hesitated slightly. "Me and Mistah J kinda had a...disagreement. He kicked me out and I dunno why." she said, trying to fight back tears. Harley was the type of girl who always told somebody all of her problems if the opportunity arises. After all the time spent listening to other peoples problems as a psychiatrist, she jumped at the chance to share hers. "Y'know this is a pretty rough place, whatever it is that ya are looking for it's gotta be pretty important if you're risking comin' in here looking like that".

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"I know, I've met him," Poison Ivy says with a vague smile as she leans back in her seat, completely at ease. That sounds much more impressive than it actually is: her one and only encounter with the dark night had been no more than a verbal crossing of the swords. He'd known that she was up to something, but she'd managed to prevent him from finding out exactly what so he'd left empty handed. That's probably a feat in and of itself, but it's not like she'd fought him off or anything like that. Not that she couldn't have, but it hadn't been necessary. "But I don't think that I 'got what it takes', I know I do," she says simply, without the slightest hint that she's anything but completely confident in that statement.

It's true, after all; she knows what she's capable of. Just because she hasn't done it yet doesn't mean that she can't measure that against the current roster of Gotham rogues and know that many of them are firmly beneath her. A part of her suspects that she could grow to surpass them all, but even she isn't arrogant enough to jump to that conclusion until she sees just how well her skills pan out in reality instead of theory. And there are a number of skills she knows that she'll need to develop before she'll reach her true strength - it takes several side skills to make being able to create any plant or poison she can imagine and easily manipulate people to make any of that truly effective. Some of them she's already close to mastering: the ability to keep hidden without leaving a trail, for example. Others, such as physical combat, are still a bit lacking. She'll need to fix that.

But as Harley explains why she's so upset, something not totally expected happens: Ivy actually finds herself wanting to do something about it. Perhaps it's because it should be blatantly obvious to the woman why the Joker kicked her out. That man is simply a terrible person who does terrible things simply because that's who he is. Ivy met a man like that once: she is who she is today because she didn't realize it until too late. But Harley should really know better - the entire criminal underground knows those two shouldn't be together. It's pathetic, actually, to such a degree that it goes beyond something to scoff at and starts to dip into her nurturing instinct. Because though Poison Ivy's nurturing instinct is mainly directed at plants, it does occasionally go elsewhere when it's so obviously needed.

"If he kicked you out, you should tell him good riddance," she says immediately with a frown, "He doesn't deserve you." There's actually just the slightest hint of anger in her eyes, though it isn't directed at Harley. It's an emotion that she feels all too easily for men, and a quite dangerous one coming from her at that. Which is why Harley's last comment is waved off with, "I don't consider this a risk." Not when she's literally the most dangerous person in the room.

[harley]

"You've met B-Man and you're still on the streets to talk about it? I'm impressed!" Harley said, even without knowing the ins and outs of what their whole meeting involved. Nevertheless, when you're in the line of work as Harley Ivy, any meeting with Batman where you walked away from it was a good one. When it came to the crime fighters of Gotham, Harley considered Batman to be the most powerful of them. It was mainly because of The Joker's obsession with the Bat that she thought that. Even though he technically didn't have any powers, Batman still managed to overcome the odds time after time. Not to mention the fact that if it wasn't for Batman, there would be no Joker, so Harley liked to think that she owed him for that. "At least you've got a positive attitude, Red, that's always a plus! Sheesh, where are my manners? Harley Quinn, pleased to meetcha!" she said with a smile.

Introducing herself was something that Harley didn't do very often. She was well aware of her reputation and simply felt that most of the time it wasn't needed. However on rare occasions she would, especially when it came to meeting with the rogues of Gotham, she wanted to make a good impression of them. Although after a short time, any positive impression she might have made on them would be ruined by her clingy personality and occasional annoyance when Harley was around The Joker. Now there was no Joker with her, she didn't even know if Joker was aware of Ivy's existence. If he was, chances are he didn't tell her because he didn't want Harley to get the idea of making friends with another woman, or if he brought it up, Harley might have gotten jealous that there was a new woman criminal in Gotham that had caught The Joker's attention. Since Harley and Ivy had met the way they did, she wasn't jealous of her.

Harley frowned slightly as they spoke about The Joker. "Don't get me wrong, I know my puddin' is a little rough sometimes, but I know that he loves me really" she said as she slumped her head down, holding it in her hands. Poor Harley genuinely believed what she said. Her mind was so twisted and broken by The Joker that no matter what The Joker did to her, she would always forgive him and run back to him. No matter what had happened, all he needed to do was show a tiny bit of affection towards her and she would be hopelessly under his spell again.

Throughout Harley and Ivy's conversation, she heard some of the men try to formulate a plan to attack them for whatever reason, although the reason wouldn't be too hard to guess. They were simple men and had a simple plan, it looked like Harley and Ivy were going to have to work together to get out of here, if the men got the guts to actually try and execute their plan. They weren't exactly the most subtlest of groups, so it wouldn't have surprised Harley if Ivy had heard it too. On the plus side, Harley would get to see what Ivy could do. "I hope you're right, Red, cause I got a feelin' that things are gonna get a little messy around here pretty soon".

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy smirks at the memory of her one and only encounter with Batman. It had all been so easy: hide or destroy all the clues and he can be neck deep in suspicions and yet unable to do a thing. Sadly, now that the F.B.I. have evidence of her crimes she'll be unable to do that trick again. But that just means that she'll have to invent new ones. "Pleased to meet you, and if you think that's impressive, I should tell you what I did to Nightwing," she comments with another smirk. Batman she'd merely stopped. Nightwing she'd fully ensnared for quite awhile, until he managed to buy his way out.

She scoffs as Harley attempts to defend the Joker, but she's distracted away from actually commenting because the slow drift in the atmosphere in the bar has tipped from men merely muttering to each other about what they'd like to do to the two women chatting in the corner, to them actually making a plan and starting to carry it out. She doesn't comment directly on Harley's nervous statement, but she can be heard to mutter mostly to herself, "Men! Stupid, brutish, predictable, disgusting scum!" Clearly Poison Ivy is not overly fond of that particular half of the human race. She's not especially fond of the other half either, but men are far less tolerable.

As if completely uncaring about any possible danger that they may be in, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a container of lip gloss and immediately starts applying a fresh layer of it. Really, if they wanted to make her worry they'd have to want to kill her outright. But no, they simply want to have their way with some pretty women who are ignoring them. Unfortunately for them, Poison Ivy is quite capable of killing any one of them that so much as lays a finger on her. That's the easy part - the hard part is doing so and then getting away from anyone who objects to that. She could kill them too, but that would also be long and difficult.

She gives an irritated sigh as she comments, "I think we should leave now." Never mind that the group is smart enough to place themselves between the women and the exit. "I'll lead the way if you'll watch my back," she offers idly. Her words sound odd to her ears: she works alone and is very used to watching her own back. But she knows that Harley is used to playing a support role in these sorts of things and knows her business well enough to stay alive hanging around the Joker all this time.

Not waiting for a response to that, she stands up and turns toward the group of men, nothing but cold anger in her eyes - not even a hint of fear. With any luck, the look will cause a few to hesitate: aren't women who know you're about to attack them supposed to look worried? One thing that will cause them to hesitate is if they approach close enough to be within the five foot radius of her pheromones - they're very calming even to a lustful man. She simply stands there and watches them closely waiting for someone to get just outside of arm's reach from her. With the way she's planning on attacking, that's 'striking distance'.

[harley]

Harley was impressed with Ivy's claims about what she had done with Nightwing. Whether or not they were true, she didn't know, but Harley usually believed stranger's boasts. While not as intimidating and scary as Batman, Nightwing always caused a problem for Harley, mainly due to the amount of experience he had in fighting her. Maybe Ivy brought some new cards to the table. That's what Gotham was needing, a fresh take on crime. If Ivy was able to live up to the what she said she has done, she would definitely be a force to be reckoned with in Gotham. Even the conversation with her had distracted Harley enough for The Joker to not be at the front of her mind. He was still in there, it was near impossible to get him out of her head for even a moment. His image always lurked somewhere at least in the back of her mind, but was predominantly her only thought.

As Ivy commented on the men that were plotting to do whatever their sick minds fantasized about, Harley frowned, thinking that her comments were directed towards the man she loved. Her eyebrows raised as she watch Ivy start to apply lip gloss. In her mind she couldn't help but wonder why, doing such a thing would no doubt encourage the men and signal to them that she was alright with what the men wanted to do to the two women. Of course, she had no way of knowing Ivy's true intentions behind the move, but would no doubt find out soon enough.

The idea of leaving sounded good to Harley when Ivy brought it up, so she agreed to it with an enthusiastic nod. As she grabbed her bag, a look of confusion filled her face as she watched Ivy approaching the men. Quickly she threw her bag over her shoulder and ran up behind her new friend. "Uhh...Red, I know ya said you were new to the whole crime shindig, but usually when somebody says we leave, it means we uhh...leave. Not go and make friends with the creeps!" she said quietly in Ivy's ear, followed with a shrug. Now that the two of them had approached the men, things were no doubt going to turn ugly real fast.

"I hope you're as good as ya say ya are, cause these guys ain't gonna play nice" she said as she took her clown makeup out of her bag and quickly fixed her face. Whenever she wore her makeup she felt much more comfortable with violence.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy mostly ignores Harley's comments. Just because she's new to actually living as a criminal and being known as one doesn't mean that she's new to crime itself. She was operating secretly for awhile before the F.B.I. brought a few of her crimes to light. Beyond that, she's had some time to adjust to her new situation, and is a very fast learner. So there's no need to worry about whether or not she knows what she's doing.

"I don't play nice either," she comments to Harley, though her eyes remain on the men. One of them shifts slightly ahead of the others, a bit more eager perhaps? Very well, he'll do nicely. She reaches toward him while she's still too far away to actually touch him, and suddenly a thin vine appears from somewhere underneath her dress, wraps quickly around her arm, and then shoots forward to grab him around the neck. She pulls him toward her in one smooth movement and suddenly her lips are on his.

And it's a kiss that for all appearances is far more passionate than one might expect. But the reason for that is easy: catches both the man and his friends by surprise and distracts them from whatever their plan was. Useful, since there's a difference between a near instant contact poison and an actually instant one. A few long seconds later, the vine releases his neck as she releases him from the kiss, and he stares at her for a moment, stunned. Then his eyes roll back in his head as he suddenly falls backward, caught by one of his friends, quite abruptly dead.

But Ivy completely ignores the man the second he's been released, and turns her attention to the others as she quickly tries to decide which of them is next. Assuming they're not smart enough to flee that is. But, given the level of genius they've displayed thus far, she's guessing they're more likely to attack. Like she told Harley: men are both stupid and predictable, among their other flaws.

[harley]

As she finished applying her makeup, Harley watched in disbelief as the woman she had just met started to kiss one of the group in front of them, not noticing the vine that had reeled him in. Normally she was pretty lost when it came to The Joker's plan of attack, but this was something new altogether. Did Ivy want her to do the same? Harley had only used that kind of...method once or twice previously, and that was to make sure she didn't get gunned down whenever she ventured into lower criminals hideouts in Gotham when The Joker had ditched her. It wasn't exactly her preferred choice of action, but if it stopped her from getting shot by a group of men who no doubt had a severe disliking for The Joker and Harley, especially with the grip The Joker has had over Gotham for so long. "Uhh...I think ya got the wrong end of this whole crime thin-" Harley was interrupted by the man falling backwards into the arms of his associate, Harley leaned forward and looked at his face, it was clear he was dead.

"Woah...Red, you've got some serious moves on ya!" she said with a great amount of enthusiasm. It certainly looked like Ivy had what it took to get ahead in this business. A killer kiss, that certainly was a new one.

It seemed like the group of men who were now one down were going to attack. Alcohol filled criminals who had just seen one of their friends die right before there eyes weren't exactly the most calm type of people. Luckily for the two women, they weren't your average Gotham citizens. Harley was more than prepared to handle the men, and from what she had seen from Ivy so far, it looked like she wouldn't even need to do anything. But where was the fun in that?

Harley quickly rummaged around in her bag before any of the men could move and quickly pulled out a large pistol and slowly fixed her aim on each of the men as a warning. "Stay back creepos, I ain't afraid to use this!" she warned.

Upon hearing Harley's warning, one of the men to the side of the man holding the now dead body of their friend stepped forward, to test Harley's convictions. Quickly, she pulled the trigger of her pistol which was followed by a large bang. However, instead of the standard lead bullet flying out of the barrel, it was a small bunch of confetti followed by a red flag that shot out and stayed attached to the gun. When the flag unrolled, it revealed the word 'BANG!'. The group of men smirked and let out a few laughs at Harley's expense and the man who had began his approach took another step. Harley kept the gun pointed at the approaching man and pulled the trigger again, the recoil causing her to groan slightly. This time, the flag and the pole it was attached too, shot out of the gun towards the chest of the man. A few moments later, the man fell down to the floor, dead. The impact of him hitting off the ground and the man lay there with the flag embedded in his chest.

Proudly, Harley spun the gun around her finger then put it back in her bag. "Any you other pigs wanna play?".

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy smirks slightly at the clown girl's compliment. She's not used to those - comments on her appearance by lowlifes excluded. While she knows that she's powerful, dangerous, and deadly, most of the other people who know that are dead. And if they simply witnessed it, they were too busy hoping to not be her next target to comment on her technique. Which is a pity, really: as much as she tends to dismiss people, she does like the attention. It's one of the things she misses about her life as a socialite: that, and having so many nice things.

Her search for victim number two is interrupted when she's distracted by Harley's pulled gun. An eyebrow raises when she sees the little flag, but unlike Harley she knows something about the person she's with. It would be foolish to embark on a criminal career in Gotham without being familiar with the others who have already established themselves. Joker, and Harley by extension, often uses the trick of pretending to be comical when he's really quite dangerous. So she's much less surprised when the little flag shoots out than the man who is impaled by it. Though she has to ask herself why, if one is going to use a gun in the first place, you wouldn't just use a normal gun. "Cute," she says neutrally.

But suddenly, one of her arms is grabbed from behind. Whether the man broke off from the group and snuck around behind them or this is simply another patron who objects to the women killing a few scumbags, Ivy isn't sure. What she is sure about is that she does not like being grabbed from behind. Her eyes flash with anger as her head turns partway around to see who would dare do such a thing, but even as she does that, the vine still attached to her arm twists backward and binds quickly around the man's neck. At the same time, another appears behind her back and quickly wraps around his face. There's a sickening crack as the vines twist in opposite directions, then they release to allow the man to fall to the ground with an obviously broken neck. And that's the difference between simply annoying Poison Ivy and actually making her angry.

She glances back at the group in front of them, but even alcohol-rattled brains aren't stupid enough to miss the fact that three strong guys were just killed in very quick succession by these two weak looking women. It's enough to cause them to hesitate a bit. And, seeing that, she decides that now is probably a good time to leave. She's actually a lot weaker than this little demonstration may make it seem: it's her vines that are strong, not her, and she's still getting used to her mental control over them. If the men got the bright idea to attack her all at once, she'd be easily overwhelmed, and she could imagine that the same would be the case for Harley. Better to get out of here before they decide to try that. Or anyone in the bar gets the bright idea to call the police or something.

"Let's go," she says to Harley as she starts toward the exit. She gives the men still standing between them and the door a hard stare, and whatever sense of self preservation they have kicks in and causes them to back away. But tension is still thick in the room and Ivy watches them carefully as she continues for any signs that they'll change their minds. A part of her actually hopes that they will, if only to give her an excuse to finish them all off. Any man who would attack a woman like this does not deserve to live, and she's ticked off enough now to volunteer for the job. Still, logic says that it'd be risky and she's better off leaving the rest in peace if they'll let her.

[harley]

Harley had to try and hide her pride of her recent kill. Although the bang flag gun is a well known prop used by The Joker and his sidekick, whenever it came down to it, it still always took people by surprise. It was the type of pride you get whenever people laugh at a joke that you've just told. While Harley didn't particularly enjoy killing, the methods that she and The Joker used made it more fun and in turn, more bearable. In the past she had to kill others with less comically themed devices, such as knives and guns when a rubber chicken stuffed with a brick or even the bang flag gun weren't available, and she tried everything in her power to avoid resorting to that. Harley was an extremely gifted fighter, utilizing her exceptional acrobatic abilities to create her own unique fighting style. While she wasn't the strongest woman ever, she certain knew where and how to hit a man, or woman depending on the situation.

The pride of her recent kill quickly was quickly taken away as she notice the man approaching Ivy from behind. "Hey! Watch out!" she alerted Ivy, but by then it was too late. The dirty looking man had already grabbed her. A flash of panic washed over Harley's face as it appeared Ivy was in trouble, she decided she better help out. But before Harley can do anything to help, she watches in amazement along with the other men as the vines work their way around the man's face and neck. This time the vines were noticeable enough for Harley to see. As the horrific crack practically fills the bar, Harley can't help but wince upon hearing it. To her it was like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. She stood speechless at what she had just witnessed.

"Yeah...that's a good idea. This place is kinda dead anyway." she joked upon hearing Ivy's suggestion of leaving before letting out a small chuckle, hoping to get a laugh back from anyone. Like a lost puppy, she walked behind Ivy as they made their way to the door. A grin flashed on her face as she saw the men in front of them move to the side. She didn't see Ivy's face, but it must have been some look to get the men out of the way. It was the kind of reaction that everyone had when The Joker looked at them, without even trying they would always get out of the way for him. With the men out the way she looked at them and stuck her tongue out at them. Luckily for her it appeared as if her gesture hadn't provoked them to attack them. "Well...it's been fun guys, but me and Red here gotta go. Smell ya later suckers!" she grinned before blowing the group a kiss to the survivors from the group of men who they had just killed.

Although it was no doubt Ivy's presence that had stopped the two from being killed there and then, Harley was still the one rubbing it in. From Harley's impression of Ivy so far, she didn't seem like the kind to boast about what had happened. With The Joker, the two of them took turns making jokes after a killing had taken place, both trying to come up with a better pun. If it was Harley then The Joker would get angry and take it out on her when they were in private. Ivy didn't seem like the type of person who thought being funny was a high priority.

When the two were outside, Harley looked at Ivy and tilted her to the side slightly. "So Red... I gotta know, what's with the whole killer flowers thing? Are ya like some kinda half plant chick or somethin'?" she asked her, overwhelmed with intrigue about Ivy's back story, more so than the desire to get out of there before the men inside change their minds about letting them leave.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

It's a very powerful look, that one that sees through and past people as if they are utterly meaningless. It informs the person that you'd think absolutely nothing of ending their lives, and not only that but the fact that you're quite capable of and willing to do so instantly if they insist on being in your way. That'll part a path through a crowd like nothing else. But then, it's only really effective if the person who is using it actually feels that way, and that's a pretty rare thing. Poison Ivy herself has to be in a particular mood - normally she can see some value in a person, if only as the tiniest pawn in the grand scheme. But right now she's irritated enough to kill pretty much anyone.

Except Harley, perhaps. In spite of the fact that the clown girl is dangerous in her own right, she also has a certain innocent quality about her that causes Ivy to simply see no reason why the woman deserves to die. Which is a pretty rare thing for her to feel about a person. She even half-smirks at the jokes that Harley makes as they exit the bar, and she's normally what one would call a 'tough audience'. She can't help it, really - comedy has just never been a part of her life. She does have a sense of humor, but it's the kind that causes her to laugh when she's pleased with herself and not the kind that does things just to be funny. The closest she ever really comes is in knowing many humorous anecdotes of the type that entertain people in high class parties - but that's the type of thing that someone like Harley wouldn't count as an actual joke.

When they make it outside without further incident, she finds herself taking a deep breath of fresh air. Nevermind that it's some of the most polluted 'fresh' air in the U.S. - she would know - she's always preferred being outside and away from so many people. Especially people like that. The only better place to be is a nice warm greenhouse where you can have all the benefits of being indoors and outdoors at the same time. She then looks over at Harley and frowns slightly in thought at that question she asks. "You wouldn't believe how complicated the answer to that question is," she says, unsure exactly how one explains 'what' she is. She's not even completely sure what the answer to that is anymore. "But the short answer is: Not really," she says as the exposed vines slide back underneath her dress. It's cold out, and they're tropical - best to keep them warm.

"They're not a part of me - I have them wrapped around my waist like a corset," she explains, revealing how she manages to keep the thin vines from being visible underneath such a minimal dress. If Harley's paying close enough attention, she might see a few little ripples underneath the fabric around Ivy's waist as the vines return to their place. She's had the idea of quick-growing plants from seeds, but that's not an easy thing for her to make and she's still working on making it faster. At the moment she's limited to either taking a fully grown plant with her or waiting for seeds to grow in a longer time frame - and since the latter is unacceptable when it comes to self defense the former is required. "I can control them, but they're also intelligent... compared to other plants, anyway. I created them," she adds, predicting the more obvious followup questions and answering them now so that Harley doesn't have to ask.

But unlike Harley, she's very much aware that lingering outside the bar for too long is a very bad idea. So the moment her vines are back in place, her attention shifts to the small parking lot next to the bar. "Do you need a ride somewhere? I drove here," she offers with a glance toward the back corner of the parking lot. Unlike her, who can be dressed down to look like she actually belongs somewhere like this, her bright red convertible sports car that costs more than some people make in their lifetime can't. So she'd parked it there where it wouldn't be so obvious from the street - it has a decent security system on it, but it's better to keep it away from poor, greedy eyes. Reduces the number of people she needs to kill.

[harley]

Despite the danger of standing in their current location, Harley listened with great interest to Ivy's answers to her questions. Even though her answers were straight forward enough, she couldn't grasp the idea of intelligent plants. To her, plants were just plants, but the way Ivy had made them move and even kill just didn't seem possible. When it came to the whole having "super powers" thing, Harley was pretty much clueless. Even after all the publicity people like Superman had, she still didn't understand him. People like Batman were easier for Harley to comprehend, even when it seemed like he had powers, he was really just a man with mental problems and a few gadgets, however despite the fact that Joker could easily be placed in that category too, she never made that connection.

Harley's perception of The Joker was greatly flawed, that was clear to everyone besides Harley. In her mind, she justified all the killing and crimes by saying they were all just jokes, jokes that nobody got despite the efforts of the two of them. The killings tonight could be easily justified as self defense, but that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy it, even the man Harley had killed died in a somewhat comedic fashion. Ivy seemed different though, she might have killed two of the men in there but in a way she seemed...classy. The way she spoke and presented herself were completely different to what Harley was used to, but she liked it. Having another woman around was good too, it was hard work not having any female friends, especially for someone as girly as Harley had a tendency to be.

"So I guess you're pretty smart, huh? Not every gal can make plants than can snap a guys neck like a toothpick" she said as she looked at the movements happening around Ivy's waist. For a moment, Harley was worried about what was happening but then the small amount of common sense that she had kicked in and she pieced together what it was. Ivy intrigued her, but she didn't want to blow any chance of a friendship by asking all the questions that were still floating around in her head, not yet anyway. It was only going to be so long that Harley could keep what she wanted to ask sealed behind her lips. But for now, things were okay.

The nights events had even pushed the thought of The Joker even further back in her head. However his memory was quickly brought back to attention when Ivy asked if she could drive her anywhere. The happy and excited smiled that was on Harley's face faded into a borderline frown as she remembered her current predicament. "Nah, I don't need a ride. I ughhh...don't have anywhere to go anymore. Mistah J would probably kill me if I went back home" she said, the frown deepening. If there's one thing Harley knew about The Joker, it was not to agitate him further when he was already mad. Whenever the two of them separated like this, she knew to give it a few days before she went crawling back, begging to be forgiven. Occasionally The Joker would come looking for her, but mostly it was up to Harley to get the two of them back together, However, sometimes Harley would want to go it alone and try to prove her own worth as a criminal, to show that she isn't just "The Joker's sidekick". She wanted to show that she was a force to be reckoned with in her own right. But for now, the depression was just too much for her to make any decisions. All she knew at this moment was that she wanted The Joker back.

When Harley saw Ivy's car she was amazed by it instantly. The criminal in her wanted to steal it at that exact moment, but she knew better than to do it. Besides, she was hoping for Ivy to be her friend and she wasn't crazy enough to know that you don't make friends by stealing their obviously expensive cars. "Gee Red, that's some set'a wheels you've got on ya. I ain't ever seen a car like this outta the factory." she said, clearly impressed with Ivy's transport. "Where did ya steal this from? I might pick one up myself, a girl's gotta have a car in this city".