Ivy's Little Joke
Been watching a lot of Batman lately and then inspiration hit me. Just because Harley's immune to Poison Ivy's toxins doesn't mean she's immune to a little something else that she whipped up.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC comics
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"Har-ley! The Hyenas need feeding. And so do I!" The clown prince of crime, forever with the green hair and purple suit yelled through several walls in the hideout.
"Sure thing puddin'."
A certain someone watched the whole scenario from a little hide away inside Joker's self proclaimed 'laugh factory'. The joke was on him if he didn't check the conveniently 3 foot tall vents that something could easily crawl into, like a family of bats, or a series of strong vines.
Poison Ivy had always hated the way Joker treated the only person she had ever cared about for at least the memorable past and she always shook her head at the way Harley just stood their and take it. Even when she was thrown out she always returned, after a night in Ivy's garden of course.
It was time for a little experiment, let's see what would happen when poor little Harley Quinn wasn't so submissive. A few thoughts later and a small vine coiled up beside her, clutching a small test-tube.
"Who's a good boy." She cooed, opening the vent slightly allowing the plant to creep along the walls and towards the kitchen. It crept past the Hyenas without much notice, it wasn't food, Harley or the Joker so they ignored it. The plant continued until it reached a safe distance away from the cooker, pouring the contents of the vial into the saucepan while Harley searched the fridge for a steak.
Mission accomplished the vine retreated to the vent, all that was left to do was wait.
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"Its your favourite Mistah J. Made it especially for ya."
"You said that yesterday."
"Well this time I know for sure I've got your favourite." The Clown Prince of crime had to admit, it looked edible enough and Harley did seem to enjoy it. Just the whole set up, the red wine sauce, the candles, the tablecloth it all seemed so… sappy. Hardly any fun in there, romantic comedies were not high on his enjoyment list. For starters the hardly ever involved dynamite.
"Ye-uck! Can't you make something without the peas? I hate peas! I hate most things green and edible." The Joker complained, Harley struggled to keep her normal smile up. "And what's with the sauce? Its so thick you could probably cut it with a knife." Her grip around the fork tightened as her eye started to twitch. "Maybe I should of…" Joker's rant leading up to one of his jokes was interrupted by a different sort of punch-line.
Harley Quinn's fist impacting with his face.
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT!" The former phychatrist shouted. Tossing her own plate into his face, the purple hued sauce making an interesting contrast to the white base. The jester stormed out of the main area, shoving one of the stooges out of the way.
"I think I speak for a lot of people here when I say, what the bloody hell just happened?" Joker asked, still stunned.
Ivy was having a hard time trying to stifle the laughter. Sure, Quinn may be back within a week, like every time the two go their separate ways but this time, the Joker won't forget and might be a little more careful around the precious flower.
No-one can inspire fear into the joker quite like a hormonally enraged Harlene Quinzel, and she knew it.
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Is it one or two N's in Harley's real name? I forget.