"Hiya Red" Harley stands in front of Ivy's door broken. With bruises, all along her neck and whole body and she stands sadly and quietly waiting for a response of her usual comfort.
"Harl..."Ivy immediately opens the door and lets Harley in. It hurt Ivy physically to know that that man could take advantage of such a sweet girl as Harley like this.
"How have ya been Red?" Harley asks her as they sit on the couch. Ivy stays quiet and ignores her question.
"Harl, what did he do to you?" she asks her carefully. Taking a look at all these brushes Pamela assumed that it was usual; the attempt of strangulation, kicks and punches through the face and ribcage, and sometimes a push off the roof to complete the routine.
Harley starts to cry and sob and without Pam's command, her babies evolve Harley with a warn cocoon made of leaves.
"Thank you Pammy." Harley says suddenly. Pamela's eyes widen and she asks muddled.
"For what?"
"For always taking care of me when I need, and for making me hot cocoa, and for always kissing my fears and injuries away, for holding me like the most precious thing in the world, for always having a special place for me in your heart, for caring so much 'a me and the only thing I give you back is running to my Puddin' again and again," Pam takes both of her hands and kisses her sweetly, the kiss tastes like blood and tears.
"I know it's not your fault Daffodil, the cycle is addicting, and you just lost yourself in the middle of this mass. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, in and out." Harley smile shines through the darkest of the nights and Pam can't avoid a little smile that appears in the corner of her lips.
"You're smiling," Harley says with a wicked grin.
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are" And they kiss under the moonlight forgetting momentarily about all the worlds problems.