Growing From the Ashes [Harley]

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

One could argue that the accommodations in Poison Ivy's hideout aren't that much better than the ones that she had at the asylum. In fact, in many ways the place is worse. It is, after all, a previously abandoned shack in the middle of a very large and very illegal toxic waste dump. Still, she's free to come and go as she wishes, so that's the main benefit.

It wasn't exactly the way she'd left it when she got back. Mostly because she'd had no idea that she'd be caught when she'd set out on that fateful day, so she'd not prepared the place for her absence. In fact she'd had to spend much of her first few hours back cleaning the place up, in spite of the fact that it isn't exactly a very large place - large for a shack but small for a home. The front half consists of three rooms: the largest combines a tiny kitchen and living room, while the smaller two are her bedroom and the bathroom. The back half of the shack is a small but serviceable lab and greenhouse.

When she returned, all the food except much of what had been in the freezer had gone bad. Which wasn't a total loss because she'll need the compost: the greenhouse area suffered much worse than the contents of the refrigerator in her absence. The vast majority of the fragile plants were dead when she arrived, unable to endure the neglect, though the pain that caused her was eased somewhat by the unexpected survivors - those that managed to go dormant long enough to wait for her return.

Though it takes quite some time for the asylum at large to notice that she's missing, for that fact to be communicated to the media, and for them in turn to report it and bring the fact of her escape to her best friend's attention, she's still working on fixing up the greenhouse area in her lab. Mostly because she also has five hundred other things vying for her attention - especially her 'guest', who is currently 'sleeping comfortably' while tied to one of her lab tables - so she hasn't exactly spent the entire time doing it. In fact, right now she's doing it to pass the time while waiting for some enzymes to work their magic.

Having already identified and cared for the plants that survived her absence, what's left to do is to clean up the ones that did not. It's a hard task for her to tackle emotionally - did she not promise herself that she'd never lose another garden? - but as she cleans out the pots she tries to keep positive and tell herself that the loss of these plants will not be in vain. They will be replaced with new, better plants who will help ensure that such a thing never happens again - they will grow from the compost of their fallen brethren and gain strength from them. And from more fertilizer... add that to the mental list of things she needs to get her hands on before she can truly rebuild.

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The bond between Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy is one of those that seemingly cannot be broken, which is why the moment Harley heard that her best friend Pamela had escaped Arkham Asylum, she just had to see her again. Where she could be since escaping can only be narrowed down to a couple of places, but Harley knew the most likely candidate. She had to pry herself away from The Joker before she had the opportunity to go visit her, which was a difficult task when being madly obsessed with him.

However, she manages to do it. After a lengthy journey, Harley has a bit of a skip in her step, getting odd looks from pedestrians and common criminals due to her outfit and upbeat personality in a disgusting city such as this. Harley doesn’t even take notice to the raised eyebrows or eyes on her body, her skipping becomes more intense the closer she gets. Excited and filled with joy, she just wants to hug her bestest friend the moment she sees her!

Past the dockyard, it isn’t much further away – she can already see it in the distance, knowing its exact location almost by heart. “lalalala!” She skips towards it, humming along the way, as she closes the gap between her previous location and the abandoned shack, she approaches the door. Harley clenches her fist, raising her arm and just as she’s about to knock, takes a step back and throws her foot forward to kick open the door, almost taking it off its hinges. Excitement fills her as she looks into the shack…but no Ivy. Harley pouts and makes her way inside, looking around in search of her best friend.

“Red? Are ya around here?” Harley speaks out loud, not getting a response. She thinks to herself, raising her hand to her face and tapping on her chin with the top of her index finger. “Oh! I know!” She makes her way through the shack, not bothering to shut the door behind her due to her sheer excitement. Harley makes her way to the very back of the hideout until she finds just what she was looking for – the greenhouse. Where else could she be?

Entering the greenhouse, surrounded by green plants, flowers and the strong stench of pollen, enough to drive anyone with allergies to the brink of insanity. Her eyes dart around until she lays her sight on the redheaded woman she spent the past few minutes in search of. “RED!” Harley yells out loudly and runs towards her at a scary speed, throwing her arms out in hopes for a hug.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Truth be told, Poison Ivy is just as eager to see Harley again as Harley is to see her. Well, maybe not quite that much - the clown girl's level of enthusiasm is more than a little bit difficult to keep up with, after all. Yet it's at least at a high enough level that one might count it odd that she didn't seek out her best friend herself instead of waiting to be found. But after spending as much time in the asylum as she did, all of it stewing over ideas about what she needed to do when she escaped, her list of things to do is quite lengthy and Harley's kind of a ways down.

Not because her best friend isn't very, very important to her, but because so much of what she needs to do is extremely important. Especially the things that she needs to put in place to ensure that she doesn't end up right back in the asylum. Having Harley find her, on the other hand, is quite convenient since that doesn't require very much of her time while she has so little of it to waste.

She can't say that she appreciates the way in which Harley chooses to enter her hideout, however. With the plants that had warned her of company in the past before they got anywhere near the door out of commission, the loud bang catches her by surprise and she immediately aims her wrist crossbow in the direction she'd expect the intruder to appear if they come looking for her. Fortunately for Harley, the shack isn't big enough that Poison Ivy can't hear her best friend's voice loud enough to identify the speaker. Ah, it's only Harley - the one other person who knows the location of this place besides herself. Well, anyone still alive, anyway. The crossbow is lowered and disarmed again before Harley thinks to look in the back area.

The greenhouse area is unfortunately not very green at the moment, but it's partially cleaned up now and she'll soon have everything prepared for bringing in and creating new babies to replace the dead ones. But that's only one of the tasks she needs to complete soon - the evidence of another is the man in the lab area, drugged into unconsciousness. Harley ought to recognize the man - Dr. Jeremiah Arkham used to be her boss, after all. But now he's been demoted to being Poison Ivy's test subject - which isn't a very good career move since those never get out of here alive.

But all thoughts of that are banished the instant that Harley appears in the doorway. As close as they may be in friendship, they're often quite far apart in mannerisms - she greets her friend by standing up from where she was crouched over a pot, giving Harley a soft smile, and saying, "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" And she braces herself for the inevitable hug. She's not really the 'huggy' type, at least not when she's not manipulating someone, but when you're friends with Harley it's inevitable that the hug is going to happen - better to simply accept that than try to change it.

Poison Ivy doesn't quite look the way that Harley would have seen her last - she's always been extremely pale, at least as long as Harley's known her, but now her skin has gone practically gray and her hair has become rather dull. It makes her look rather ill, actually, and in spite of the excitement of this moment there's a certain weariness around her that indicates that she doesn't merely look different - she's a bit worse for the wear thanks to her incarceration.

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As Harley runs towards the redhead and throws her arms around her for an embracing hug, she holds tightly, almost squeezing her in a painful manner, but releases her arms before any annoyance takes place. After releasing her loving grasp on her best friend, Harley takes a step back to look Pamela in the eyes only to be in a state of shock at what she’s looking at. “R-Red…?” She speaks aloud in a concerning voice and takes a couple of steps back, almost like she doesn’t believe it’s actually her. “What happened to ya? Ya look so…different.”

Harley nervously glances away from Poison Ivy, she isn’t disgusted by her or frightened by her, it’s just a lot to digest considering the fact she last saw her, she was young and beautiful in appearance, combined with a more mature personality. As Harley’s eyes dart away from the still gorgeous redhead, her eyes fall on something else entirely – lying unconscious or perhaps dead, Harley had no clue, is Jeremiah Arkham. “What the-?” Harley’s attention is turned away from Ivy, not even waiting for an explanation to why she looks do different in comparison to last time, she reached out and used her index finger to poke at the cheek of Jeremiah, he didn’t move. “What happened to ‘im? Did’ya turn him into a stiff?”

Quinn had a bit of a mixed bag of feelings concerning jeremiah Arkham, he was once her boss and partially part of the reason The Joker was in Arkham Asylum, for that she despises him, but on the other hand, due to him being part of the reason Joker was in the Asylum and she had a job – she got to meet her “puddin’”. So that conflicts her opinion of him. Overall, him lying in front of her was mostly a satisfying view, seeing someone usually in charge of patients, now becoming a patient himself to one of the ones he kept locked up…what goes around, comes around.

“Mistah J might like what ya done here, Red!” A big grin forms on Harley’s face as she looks back to her slightly ill looking best friend. She places her hands on her hips, tilting them to the side and lowering her shoulder to rest her head to the left. “Oh, he’ll be so happy to hear that Arky is out of the picture!” She pauses for a moment, looking to him for a moment and back to Ivy. “…he’s dead, right? He doesn’t seem t’be movin’!”

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

After enduring the inevitable Harley hug in her usual fashion - by standing still and not objecting to it but not exactly returning it either - Poison Ivy answers her question rather simply by saying, "The asylum happened to me - I'll get better now that I'm out." The details of that, which there are many, are rather complicated and she imagines that they'd go over Harley's head so she won't bother trying.

Instead she takes off her gardening gloves and leaves them behind before following Harley over to the lab area where she left Dr. Arkham. Pausing at the man only long enough to find his pulse and ensure that there's nothing wrong with him, she easily shifts her attention to her laboratory equipment. She has an odd collection of equipment and vials, many currently in use as she's apparently working on a project there - she stops now to check on its progress as she answers Harley's other questions.

"I don't care what 'Mister J' thinks about it," she starts, commenting, "I simply needed a man on hand to test the alterations I'm making to myself, and he happened to be convenient. And no, he's not dead - I'm merely keeping him sedated so that I don't have to worry about him trying to escape before I'm ready to use him." Not to mention the fact that it saves her from having to have any annoying conversations with him.

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Harley stares down at Jeremiah, listening to Ivy express her disinterest in Joker before going on to explain just what he was here for. She listened closely, a blank expression on her face as her eyes remained locked onto him like a vice. Before long, Ivy finishes explaining, and Harley gives a few slow and short nods of her head.

“Hmpf!” Harley leans in close to the unconscious body of Jeremiah, poking at his face again, still nothing. She returns to her full posture, letting out a little giggle and talking to Arkham as if he can hear her. “How does it feel, Arky? Bein’ on the other side of the table? Mistah J would find it so funny~!” From ear-to-ear, the large grin spreads across Harley’s lips, showing off her pearly whites. She puts her hands behind her back, interlacing her fingers with each other; she tilts her head to the side and turns her body to face Pamela, the smile still displayed widely across her face.

“Anyways, Red. Ya can perform all the crazy experiments ya want on this bozo! I’m just here to see my bestest friend in all of Gotham!” Harley leans back on her heels and moves forward, swaying back and forth in an overly excited and somewhat impatient manner, looking right at Ivy as she speaks with a concerned tone “What did they do to ya in there? Who do I have’ta pay a visit to for this?” Harley clenches her fists and grits her teeth, raising her arms and punching the air as if it were a punching bag. “I swear, I’ll have ‘em! Nobody messes with my Red 'n gets away with it!”

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"He can't hear you," Poison Ivy says idly, not even looking up from the various pieces of equipment and vials full of mostly clear liquids as she does so, even though she knows that Harley is most likely perfectly aware of that. She does look up when Harley turns towards her though, her eyebrow raising slightly as Harley expresses her lack of concern about the man's presence. "Thank you for your permission," she says dryly, checking one last thing before she turns her full attention back to her friend.

As Harley starts asking questions, her serious expression suddenly melts into a content smile. "The fault is mostly mine, actually," she confesses easily, "Oh, you could blame Nightwing for having caught me in the first place, but it was my fault for underestimating him. Or you could blame whoever it was that decided the asylum was the place for me, but honestly they did me a favor - the asylum is a better place than prison. You could blame the incompetence of the asylum staff for failing to meet my nutritional requirements, but in their defense they're idiots, and I didn't help them. I could have, but the less they know about me the better, and this will cure what ails me." With a vague gesture she indicates a part of what she's working on in her lab - she has a couple other projects in the works as well. So much to do in such a short time... Luckily, she's an excellent multi-tasker.

Her smile grows more amused as she crosses her arms across her chest and adds, "But, if you want to punch Nightwing in the face a few times for me, by all means have at him. Though that would be such a little thing compared to what I'll do to him if he crosses me again." Because after all of her planning, she's fully confident that she'll be able to crush him and anyone else who gets in her way quite easily. That confidence is likely to ease off into something more reasonable when she actually puts her plans into practice, but for now she feels literally unstoppable - which can easily be seen in the arrogant tilt of her head. She may look very unwell, but she still the same Poison Ivy she was when she and Harley first met - perhaps even better.

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Listening to her best friend talk, Harley is just loving living in this moment, it’s felt like years since her and Ivy have seen each other, and even though it hasn’t been nearly as long as it feels, it’s still not good to be away from a best friend for any amount of time. Harley cannot get rid of the smile that’s remained formed on her lips since she arrived, even with an almost lifeless body in the room, it doesn’t really change the mood much. In fact, it isn’t really having an effect on Harley at all.

“Believe me, Red. I’d love’ta give ‘im a beatin’ he’ll never forget!” Harley punches her clenched fist against her other palm as she thinks about what it would be like to be able to beat up Nightwing. “But he ain’t any of my concern, I’ll leave ‘im to you! Knowin’ him, he won’t be able to resist stickin’ his nose in your business again at some point.” Harley looks around the greenhouse, although it’s not as filled with things as it used to be, there’s still the strong smell of plants and flowers that will likely never leave the air.

“Anyway, aside from the…skin, ya look great, Red! How did’ya keep your body lookin’ like that?” Harley reaches forward with her index finger stuck out, pressing it against the hard abdomen of Poison Ivy to feel her body. “Do ya have any clue how hard I gotta work to keep my body lookin’ like this?” Harley runs her hands down the sides of her outfit, feeling her slender and slightly thin body at her fingertips. “It ain’t easy, I’ll tell you that! Mistah J needs me lookin’ my best!” Harley gives a firm nod of the head with her hands resting on her hips.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The thought of Harley giving Nightwing a beating brings more than a little bit of amusement to Poison Ivy's face - there are some who fail to appreciate just how brutal her best friend can be, and the bird boy certainly deserves it. But she's right that he's bound to get in her way again, though to that she simply says, "Of course - no man can resist me. Him least of all." Though she's doing her best to shrug it off, she's actually more than a little bit humiliated that it was Nightwing that bested her. Not that she thought that she thought herself undefeatable, but if it had been Batman who caught her that would at least be respectable. Instead she found herself caught by someone who, to her at least, is practically a novice. Never mind that she's relatively new to this game herself, but she's still better than him! Or at least she ought to be...

But that's why she was planning and brooding at the asylum for so long before she finally got around to escaping - she needed to think and come up with better plans. Ones that could lead her to standing toe to toe with anyone. Especially Nightwing! He'll probably be a bit of a sore spot to her until she has the chance to redeem herself by giving him a proper beating herself, whether or not Harley wants to teach him her own lesson.

The mention of the appearance of her skin causes Poison Ivy to frown slightly, but the expression is quickly soothed away by the compliment. Smirking, she replies by simply saying, "I have good genes." Though she's not simply speaking of the ones that she was born with, even though they were quite good on her own - she's been rather pleasant to look at since the day she was born. But she's also referring to the many changes that have been made to her genetic code since then, though for the most part they've been subtle up until now - the most drastic was the fact that she stopped herself from aging a few years ago, though that's not something that will be that noticeable until she hits her late thirties and still looks twenty-nine.

As Harley goes on to speak of the clown again, the smile is suddenly banished from her face. "You shouldn't look your best for him, you should do it for yourself! You, darling, are Harley Quinn - you deserve to look stunning regardless," she lectures, which is practically a hobby of hers whenever the Joker is mentioned too often for her taste.

But her mind seems to move on quickly from that as she adds, "But that reminds me - I've been thinking about changing my body chemistry a bit to make it easier for me to be athletic. Not steroids - the female bodybuilder look is not attractive - but just enough that if I have to resort to punching someone in the face, they can feel it. Are you interested in that too?" Before Harley can answer that, she throws up a cautioning hand, "It would involve getting a shot, but you'll need one anyway - I'm going to be making quite a few alterations to myself, and I can't have my best friend getting sick because she touched me when I'm finished. You might as well make it a twofer." Because, though she's not sure how toxic she'll end up being, she's sure she'll get worse and that it'll be enough to cause Harley problems if she doesn't do something about it.

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Harley gets taken by surprise at Ivy’s offer, not exactly expecting to be offered a shot when coming to meet her best friend out of the blue, but stranger things have happened. She shifts her eyes left to right, remaining silent for a few seconds to see if Ivy was joking, but the lack of punchline makes it pretty obvious that it wasn’t a joke. Stronger? Would The Joker like that? Would he even…notice? The questions run through Harley’s mind as she thinks very carefully as she stands still, squinting her nose and causing it to wrinkle up a bit.

Harley raises her slightly skinny arm, flexing it, which doesn’t really give much of a difference. “Come on, Red. I’m tough as nails! I don’t need any silly upgrades!” She lowers her arm, placing her hand back onto her side and adjusting her posture. “Ain’t it dangerous, anyways? I don’t wanna get sick! Mistah J needs me at my best all the time!” Harley leans back on the heels of her feet, balancing and moving forward, moving her body back and forward, the temptation of the enhancements still sitting in her mind.

“But, ya can take ‘em! I won’t judge, Red. You’ll look great!” She smiles warmly to her best friend and giving a single nod of the head, now having both of her hands on her sides and puffing out her chest. The facepainted pig-tailed woman doesn’t really know what else to say, that temptation is still lingering, but at the same time she’s afraid of what the consequences of accepting the offer could be. For all she knows, it could significantly shorten her lifespan…or change her body in ways Joker wouldn’t like. Far too risky, right?

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Though she's been pondering the idea for quite a long while, Poison Ivy does realize that what she just sprang on her friend is quite sudden and probably not something the clown girl had ever considered possible. But so little is impossible for Poison Ivy that she's sure that's merely due to a certain lack of imagination instead of a doubt in her ability to do it. So she patiently waits for her friend to make up her mind.

And when Harley speaks up, she can't help the slight frown that reaches her face when it at least sounds like her friend isn't interested. But then she gets a sense that the words are more because of doubts instead of because of a solid lack of interest - doubts she can handle. Her smile reappears, this time a bit teasing as she asks, "Do you think that I'd offer it to you, let alone use it on myself, if I wasn't completely certain that it was safe?" Shaking her head, she adds, "Of course it won't make you sick! Or do anything else it's not supposed to, for that matter." As evidenced by the fact that she just plain doesn't get sick, she clearly knows a thing or two about keeping nasty side effects in check.

"And if you want to be your best at all times, you should take it," she adds, stepping closer to Harley and idly poking her arm where it failed to flex very impressively, "It's not simply an enhancement to strength, but to stamina, endurance, balance, and flexibility. A slight enhancement - I certainly don't want to go overboard with it. My greatest weapons are here and here, after all." Her hands gesture to indicate the curves of her breasts and hips - she's most certainly not going to be doing anything that would damage that in any way! "I just want to be able to play a bit roughly with the boys if I have to, and I don't want to spend hours everyday working out to get that. My time is valuable," she adds.

And she does hope that Harley is swayed over to the idea of accepting by hearing her worries addressed. She certainly wouldn't force it on the clown girl, but though she knows better than to say so she likes the idea of Harley having that sort of a boost in the event that there's any conflicts between her and the clown - if she can't convince her friend to leave that sorry excuse for a boyfriend then giving her an increased ability to defend herself is the least she can do. Not to mention the fact that Harley often runs into several other people who deserve a worse beating than she can currently give them - Harley's enemies are Poison Ivy's enemies for the most part, after all. The same can't quite be said in the reverse - Poison Ivy has many, many more enemies.

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Harley raises her hand to her head, taking the tip of her pigtail between her index and middle finger, biting her bottom lip gently as she twirls her pigtail around between her fingers, her eyes looking off to the side. She respects Ivy’s choice to use the enhancement, but the offer for Harley to use it is what remains stuck in her head, she’s still unsure.

She has to make a decision, she can’t be pondering over this all night – so she lowers her hand from her pigtail, lifting her shoulders and dropping them with a shrug. “Do what ya want, Red! I’ll pass! I can beat up any of the boys any time! They’re always too busy starin’ instead of fightin’!”

The pigtailed woman glances around the greenhouse, it’s not her kind of scenery, you’d think after all the time she’d spent around Ivy, places like this would grow on her…but she’s still not much of a plant person. She allows the air to slip between her hips as she inhales, letting out a short sigh, showing her lack of interest quite clearly to anyone with a pair of eyes. “I’m sooo bored, Red. What’s there to do around here?”

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

At Harley's comment about the boys, Poison Ivy can't help but smirk. "Why do you think I'm not willing to ruin my figure?" she asks rhetorically. There is, indeed, some tactical advantages to being absolutely stunning. Thinking of which... She abruptly shifts her attention to one of the cupboards along the wall. Inside is stored several different kinds of vessels with liquids and powders of all sorts of colors - all of them unlabeled.

Poison Ivy has an excellent memory for the components to her craft, so labels are unnecessary for her and actually not a good idea to use when she's the only one who is supposed to be using the lab - if someone else comes in she doesn't want them having the slightest clue what anything is. And one of the many reasons why she tries to enforce a 'look but no touching' rule with Harley when it comes to anything lab related.

From the cupboard she takes out several clear liquids and a few white powders, all of them in large containers, and that plus the fact that she starts to measure them out into a beaker with that certain thoughtlessness that occurs when you're doing something you've done many times before. "Do let me know if you ever change your mind - it's an open offer," she comments, already most of the way finished with the simple concoction.

Once she's measured out a portion of each container's contents into a beaker, she stirs it together so that the powders dissolve into the liquid and creates an even mixture. Holding up the beaker just as Harley expresses her boredom, she sighs quietly and replies, "I don't know - I didn't exactly design this place with you in mind, you know." Which is understandable, since this has been her hideout since before she met the clown girl. Frowning, she takes a sip of the stuff in the beaker, because apparently she's made herself a drink.

"It could use some expansion... A larger front room with a better TV, another bedroom for you... But it will have to be done in my other free time. Unfortunately, I have several urgent projects to work on, so I may be pretty boring for awhile. Unless you want to take up an interest in chemistry..." she explains, as her eyes travel over all the lab work currently in progress - it covers nearly every available table space in the small lab not currently occupied by Dr. Arkham. Her expression becomes nearly embarrassed at the amount of it, but she waves it off by simply commenting, "I got a few ideas while I was in the asylum. Most of this is for me."

She doesn't expect it to hold Harley's attention very much though - they are, after all, very different people. Hanging around Harley has hardly endeared her to... well, clown things, and she doesn't imagine it goes the other way either. Still, she's doing things that are more interesting than average at the moment, so perhaps that'll help? After all, she's making rather large changes to herself and - while there's no official etiquette to genetic manipulation - she's sure that it must be something similar to getting a tattoo or something. One is expected to tell one's best friend about these things and one's best friend is expected to give a damn, even if that means honest statements about how terrible they think the idea is.

"I learned a lot from my defeat. I have my plants, my toxins, my immunities - but that's not enough. I need to be... tougher. The stuff I offered you is just a part of it - there's quite a bit more that I couldn't. Not without the whole package deal, anyway, and that's out of the question," she says before taking another sip from her beaker, trying to keep the explanation simple since she's liable to launch into scientific jargon that would probably go way over Harley's head. Not that Harley isn't smart, but she's definitely not a botanical geneticist.

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Harley zones out, a million thoughts running through her head at once, the mention of “expanding” this hideout gives her a ton of ideas, a large grin forming on her lips as she shows off her pearly whites. Her lips part, the air slipping into her mouth and her arms shaking slightly with excitement. She snaps her index finger and thumb against each other to make a loud clicking sound, attempting to get the attention of Poison Ivy, she holds her hand out to count while pointing at it with the index finger of the other hand.

“I’ve got lotsa ideas!! My room is gonna have hundreds of posters and paintings of Mistah J, it’s gonna have a huge comfy red ‘n black bed with white fluffy pillows, a big TV so I can watch all my favorite shows, and and and, that’s not all! We can have an arcade room, YEAH! Let’s do that!! Arcades! Video games! It’ll be fun, Red! But that’s not all, we can even get a spa for us gals to get some relaxation time…oh, it could be wonderful~! Maybe we can even hire a few guys to give us the movie star treatment…we could turn this place into a real wonderland! Maybe even a massive room-sized wardrobe so we can collect a buncha clothes! I’ve got a few ideas about what kinda outfits you’d look great in, gettin’ the boys all riled up at the sight of ya! We should start plannin’ immediately! I know a few places we can rob to get what we need, too!”

Harley stops, catching her breath a bit, obviously getting very carried away with the amounts of ideas that are shooting around in her head, becoming hard to control herself. She’s no longer shaking after getting that out of her system, but that warm grin is still on display on her painted face. Quinn seems like she’s had one too many energy drinks, as she’s theoretically bouncing off of the walls. “While we’re getting all the stuff to make this place the most fun place in the world, we can build a big ROBOT! Bats or Birdbrain wouldn’t stand a chance against a giant robot! It’d save ya the trouble of making yourself tougher, too!! I’m just filled with amazin’ ideas t’day!”

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The moment that Harley starts to talk, it's readily apparent to Poison Ivy that her best friend failed to pay adequate attention to what she said. But as irritating as it is when that happens, and as much as she'd like it to never happen again, she can't say that she's not used to that happening. Instead of getting annoyed by it, she simply sighs and silently listens as she lets Harley ramble on about her ideas. Instead she finishes drinking the liquid in the beaker as she waits for Harley to finish, putting it down as she squishes all those hopes and dreams with the word, "No."

One of the smaller machines in the lab makes a quiet beep to indicate that its task is completed. As she heads over to attend to it, she expands upon that answer by saying, "I told you I don't have time right now. And when I do, no arcade, no spa, no 'guys', and absolutely no posters of the Joker - not in my hideout." Even if they're confined to a room meant for Harley, she won't stand for that! Though at least she didn't refuse all of Harley's suggestions - just most of them.

Inside the small device are a number of vials, and she pulls one out to look carefully at the milky white fluid inside. "And I'm not a roboticist - I wouldn't even know where to begin with making one - but don't worry. Once I'm through with the enhancements to myself, I'm going to need better weapons. And I can surely do better than a giant robot," she adds, before carrying the vial over to a drawer in another part of the lab. Opening it and reaching inside, she pulls out a rather large syringe and carefully fills it with the fluid from the vial.