As sweet as sugar, like a good golden little angel he looks at her. "Gimme part of your candy bar, Red," he says.
He should have known he was wasting his breath: Ivy just glares at him, so Joker looks past her (earning another glare), and "Harley-girl?" he says coaxingly.
The hench-wench flicks a quick glance at her friend before looking up at her boyfriend. Her lower lip pooches out apologetically, then "Ivy gave it to me," she tells him, "and besides, I already gave you half of it." Then she looks away real fast.
Which is a good thing, because she misses the look of rage that flies across his face like a thunderbolt. By the time she chances a look back, he's all sugar again. "Aww, Harley," he says, "don't be so mean." Sweet as sugar, and just as bad for you, his voice is rich as butter, but Harley's the one doing the melting, "you know I'd do it for you," he says. "Why next time we bust out of here I'll steal you a whole truckload of candy. I'll knock over a candy factory if it will make you happy."
Candy in hand, she leans forward. She has to lean over Ivy to get to him, and there she is. Eyes real wide, she's hanging on every sweet word.
Ivy scowls. "Don't be dim, Harley," she mutters. Then she folds her arms and taps her foot, and grits her pretty white teeth.
"Chocolate covered cherries," Joker's saying, "chocolate covered strawberries – Chocolate creams if you want them, Harley girl, and you begrudge me half of one little Kit-Kat?"
"But..."
"Such a teeny, weeny piece," he leans forward too, "and you won't give a bite to your poor, hungry Puddin'?"
"I..."
"Umm..." She's leaning so far forward that her elbows are digging right into Poison Ivy's legs. Ivy glares, but do you think Harley is noticing? She wouldn't notice a Mack truck, driving right through the wall of the dayroom, not now when her Mistah J is talking to her. The Kit-Kat dangles, half-noticed, from her nerveless fingers.
And – Nab! -- the Joker has it. He chomps it down in two quick bites, and gives the girls a triumphant, chocolate-y smile. 'Thanks, baby, I knew you still loved me," he says unrepentantly.
And, "you're both idiots," Ivy says, "I don't know why I put up with either of you." She jumps up, knocking them both to one side or the other, and she stomps out of the dayroom and back to her plants, which are at least saner than Joker and his girlfriend.