Disclaimer - I own nothing. I'm having a bit of trouble writing a long story, so have a short bit of fluff about my two faves. Happy new year, congrats on surviving 2016.
Harley was draped over the back of the couch. Ivy always wondered why she had such an aversion to sitting on it properly; she fell off the back more times than either of them could recall. In Harley's case there was a good chance that she couldn't remember because of all the times she'd fallen off onto her head.
It wasn't a bad view though, until she overbalanced.
Ivy padded over to her, checking on the pot plant sat on their coffee table on the way. Harley had stolen it for her; it was an endangered ghost orchid that had been purchased illegally by Simon Stagg, as an ornament for his desk. Men like him always relied on baubles to try and show their wealth and power, and while no flower deserved to be locked away like that, Ivy was especially furious that he was further depleting the numbers of such a rare species. Harley had clearly been listening to her rant, as the next day it had appeared in their house. Harley hadn't said a word about it, and acted as if it had always been there.
Ivy ran her fingertips over the leaves, listening to her precious baby. It wasn't meant to be kept in a small pot like this, but Ivy didn't have anywhere safe to plant it at the moment. She had plans to sneak it into the Martha Wayne memorial garden eventually; they did surprisingly effective conservation work, and she'd know that the plant was in good hands when she was in Arkham, but her usual contact was on an expedition to retrieve some rare seeds. For now, all she could do was reassure her baby that soon it would have all the room it needed to grow.
"I haven't thanked you for the plant yet, have I?" Ivy asked Harley. She perched on the edge of the couch, and twisted round so she could face Harley as she talked to her.
"What plant?" Harley asked. She was the picture of innocence, an immediate cause for suspicion to anyone who knew her.
"The one that appeared shortly after Stagg managed to mislay his," Ivy said, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Her lipstick left a stain that contrasted brilliantly against Harley's pale make up.
"There is nothing to suggest that that was me," Harley insisted. She brought the hand that wasn't propping up her head down to her hip, as of she was insulted by Ivy's accusations.
"Not even the fact that the orchid is now in the middle of our living room?"
"Nope!" Harley popped her p enthusiastically. "I have plausible deniability, and I am not saying anything until I have a lawyer present."
Ivy gave her a questioning look. She wondered if Harley had been watching Law and Order before she came into the room, and had gotten absorbed with it again.
Harley held her gaze. "My lawyer said that I had to stop telling people about any of the crimes I committed, 'cause so many people were telling the police what I said. No-one respects a private conversation these days," she explained. "So I think you'll find I had nothing to do with any break in at Stagg industries!" she finished loudly.
"No? I guess I have no one to thank then." She leaned in closer to whisper in Harley's ear. "And I was going to be very grateful."
"Oh? I might have had something to do with it actually," Harley conceded. She shuffled along the back of the sofa, trying to move closer for a proper kiss. As Ivy predicted she began to slide off the back of the couch when she moved to far to the right.
Ivy grabbed her flailing arm and pulled, so she fell forwards onto the seat, rather than backwards onto the floor. Harley fidgeted until she was comfortably settled in Ivy's lap, and snuggled against her. Ivy smiled; she knew that she was trying to steal her warmth.
"I love ya, Red," Harley said.
Ivy smoothed a strand of Harley's hair out of her face and behind her ear. "I love you too," she told her girlfriend, before she kissed her.