A/N: Written on my phone so I can't bold or Italic. And I couldn't indent. If there are any spelling errors, they're because auto correct hates me.

Her cell was quiet as Harley sat on the hard metal cot that served as a bed. Her legs were crossed, soft pink slippers warming her otherwise bare feet. Her arms were bent, one holding a book- /What Makes a Villain/- at eye level and the other holding a petite cup of steaming espresso.

She had been grumpy and isolated since her Puddin' got shot out of the sky, leaving her with the band of misfits she was supposed to save the world with. She initially channelled her grief into badass fighting skills, but now her adrenaline had run out and she was left to deal with a hole in her heart.

She slurped the remains of her drink before setting the empty cup down beside her and turning the page. As she rose from her bed to fix another cup, the door of her cell burst open, metal shards flying everywhere. She let out a yelp and turned to face her invader.

There stood what appeared to be a guard, complete with a face-covering helmet. Harley tilted her head, wondering why a guard was busting her out.

The guard raised a hand and unclasped the back of the helmet, pulling it off to reveal a pale redhead that Harley hadn't seen in a long time.

Pam "Poison Ivy" Isley.

The blonde's eyes widened, a mix of emotion behind them, as she lunged forward and wrapped the newcomer in a hug. Ivy returned it, burying her face in Harley's warm neck.

"Red," Harley breathed, on the brink of tears.

"Harles," Ivy replied, pulling back with a smirk. "Ready to get outta here?"

They headed outside to her motorcycle, walking past the guards no problem as she had forcibly convinced them to let her take Harley out.

Once outside, she handed the blonde a helmet and swung her leg over the bike. Harley grinned and pulled it over her head, sliding on behind Ivy.

Just as the guards were shaking themselves awake and discovering a rather noticeable hole in the cell door, Ivy revved the engine and tore down the road.

"Thanks for the break out," Harley commented when the motorcycle came to a stop at Ivy's hideout. She took off her helmet and shook out her pigtails. Ivy tied both of the helmets to her bike before leading Harley inside.

"Anytime," the redhead replied. Her home was the basement level of an abandoned building. No one who passed by thought anything of it, but she had turned the inside into a cozy hideaway.

Ivy turned to look at Harley just as the blonde collapsed on the couch, a pout on her lips.

"You doin' okay?" she asked, sitting beside her.

Harley swung her legs over Ivy's lap, resting her head on her shoulder. "Puddin's gone."

The redhead nodded. "I know."

"Least I still have you," Harley commented, looking up at the botanist.

She chuckled. "Someone's gotta get you out of trouble."

"Hey! I can get myself out." She stuck out her tongue.

Ivy flicked her forehead. "Sure you can."

She pushed Harley's legs off her lap and stood, sauntering into the kitchen. "Tea?"

After tea and a snack- "You can cook?" "Of course I can cook, Harley." "It won't be green, will it?" "Shut up and eat."- Harley let out a yawn, stretching her arms over head.

"Red, do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Go ahead," she replied, leading her through her house to the bathroom. She showed her how to turn on the water and got her a towel before leaving the room.

Harley sighed as she stripped down and stood under the stream of water. Her mind wandered through all that had happened. It still stung like a monster that Mistah J was gone, but at least she had Ivy to lean on.

She finally decided she'd had enough and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower, she clutched the towel that Ivy had left her and wrapped it around herself. She poked her head out of the bathroom and called out to the redhead.

"Red, do you have an pajamas I can borrow? They took all my cute ones when they caught me," she pouted.

"Of course," Ivy replied, rummaging through her dresser. She produced a green tank top and black shorts and handed them to Harley.

While she changed, Ivy stripped down to her green lace bra and matching panties.

"Well, if you told me that was allowed, I wouldn't have asked," Harley smirked, coming back to the room. She peeled off the pajamas, leaving her in a black and red bra and panties.

Ivy chuckled and headed over to her bed, crawling under the covers. "Share a bed like old times?"

"Of course," the blonde beamed, crawling in and snuggling up to the redhead.

Ivy opened her arms and Harley used one as a pillow, securing her own arms around the redhead's torso.

"Night, Harles," Ivy yawned.

Harley sighed softly. "Night, Red."