Chapter 1

There came a light gentle knock on the door; three knocks. Pamela Isely, better known as Poison Ivy, the Eco Warrior of Gotham City, sat up on her couch hearing the knocking. She walked herself to the door of her apartment, uncaring of her ragged appearance from her nap. Gripping the doorknob, Ivy pulled the door open to find her dear friend Harley Quinn standing in front of her. She wore a common white shirt with blue faded jean shorts and tennis shoes. The only noticeable thing that stood out to Ivy was a bruise over Harley's left eye, one on her right cheek, and a cut still red and fresh on her right arm. Stale tears that she had obviously shed when her boyfriend had attacked her stained her make up.

It was no secret that The Joker abused Harley. Ivy had many visits from Harley when he got too rough or violent with her. Ivy always took her in when she needed somewhere to stay.

"Hi, Red," Harley's voice was masked by a toughness she tried to show despite the hurt and pain she was feeling. She didn't want Ivy to see her cry, nor did she want to bring The Joker into her best friend's life when she didn't want to.

Ivy lifted a slender hand to caress Harley's bruised cheek with tenderness as to not cause her any more pain. Her thumb brushed along the tender blue and violet marked skin. Harley gave a slight wince but didn't push her away. It was common for Ivy to examine her wounds when she visited her, she was used to it by now. After a moment, Ivy pulled Harley inside, locking the door behind her and helped Harley onto the couch.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave him, Harley? He wont stop this, you should know that by now." Ivy was tired of repeating the same advice she always gave Harley, despite knowing that the exact same answer would soon follow.

Ivy grabbed the bandages she had well in stock in her bathroom. Whether it was patching up her best friend or herself after a night of crime and escaping from the Batman. Most chases revolving him didn't end without at least one injured limb or cut in their skin. Therefore, back when Selina lead the Gotham City Sirens, they had agreed to stock up on first aid kits for future uses.

"He just gets mad, Red. He doesn't really mean it. I know he loves me, he would never hurt me on purpose," Harley lied through her teeth, watching her natural friend as Ivy applied a strip of linen around the cut arm. Harley knew that Poison Ivy despised the Joker. She had no feelings towards the Clown Prince of Crime except hatred. Ivy found his methods grotesque and his lack of emotion towards living things or life in general to be disturbing to say the least.

Ivy's gaze met Harley's. It was cold, unfeeling, as if she felt no sympathy for her for being with the Joker for this long despite the beatings. But Harley knew that wasn't the case. Ivy cared for Harley, no matter how angry she got with her. She would act like she didn't care, or that she was unaccepting of Harley's life style, but the truth was that Ivy cared about her despite anything that happened.

"He will keep hurting you. You may not see it Harls, but I do. He doesn't love you Harley. He hasn't loved you, and he wont love you anytime soon. All he does is use you for his schemes, uncaring if you get hurt or killed in the process."

Harley's hand slapped Ivy across the cheek; she felt a burning anger from her words explode within her. Not angry with Ivy directly, but angry that Ivy may be right. Harley didn't want to be wrong. Her obsession with Joker was all she really had, without it she felt alone. She felt useless.

Ivy let the sting of the slap subside before looking up at the jester. "Feeling better?" She said before she finished wrapping the bandages around her arm. The bruise and cuts on her arm were now completely covered by the manila colored bandages.

Harley sighed, feeling guilty now that she had slapped the one person who had helped her unconditionally no matter what. She felt the tears sting her eyes, tears of heartbreak and guilt. Ivy sat beside her, crossing her legs as she put an arm around her Jester. Harley sobbed into Ivy's neck, the tears of pain pouring out of her. Ivy held her in her arms as she felt the warm tears run down her neck, her hand caressing the back of Harley's head as she provided comfort. Harley's hair smelled like cotton candy and a hint of metal. Her slender fingers grazed through the black and red locks as she hushed her friend. Harley couldn't stop though, years of abuse came pouring out of her, and she could no longer bottle it up. The realization that Ivy was right was too strong for her to contain all at once.

"I fucked up, Red. Why am I such an idiot? Why did I have to fall for his tricks? His words were so innocent when I first met him at the Asylum. I was so convinced that he was the victim and that I was going to be the one to save him from that evil Batman. It was so refreshing to see the new light. I thought each punch and kick was just his way of tough love. But you were right, Red. And I didn't listen."

Harley's tears eventually subsided. She pulled her makeup smudged face away from Ivy's neck, black and white mixed at the cheeks, making her look almost like a gothic version of your traditional harlequin. She wiped away the trails of her last tears from her already stained cheeks before sitting up straight on the couch again. Ivy gave her a gentle smile, taking her hand in hers. It was warm, smooth, and shaking. She was strong, but she was also scared; she felt alone. Ivy stood up on her feet, her crimson locks draping over her back and shoulders as she moved upward. Walking bare footed towards the kitchen, she called back to offer Harley a glass of milk or herbal tea to which she accepted without hesitation.

The water boiled as Ivy applied the tea bag and small shavings of herbs and lemons to stir into the tea for Harley. She returned to the couch with the warm steaming mug, placing it into the Jester's hands. Thanking her, Harley took a quick sip. The hot tasteful liquid warmed her throat and chest, easing the tenseness in her muscles. She rested back against the arm of the couch, sipping another drink.

"So… what will you do now?" Ivy's question was perhaps the most obvious. With Joker having his fit, Harley couldn't go back there, at least not yet.

"Well I figured I would go find a place to crash down in south Gotham, I still have an apartment down there from when I was an Arkham doctor. It's pretty run down but it will do until this whole thing blows over."

Ivy stared at her clownish friend. She hated the thought of leaving her all alone. She had no doubt that Harley could take on a few goons that may come looking for her, but the Joker himself was a different matter. She would feel her obsession return to her just by the sight of him, giving him a few seconds start to shoot her or stab her or electrocute her without her knowing until it was too late. It wasn't an option for her. Ivy wouldn't let that happen.

"You are going to stay her with me, Harley. I'm not letting you out of my sight so long as that monster is searching for you no doubt."

"I couldn't do that, Red. I wont let him hurt you too. Not with what he is capable of." Her protests were reasonable. Ivy didn't necessarily want to be in harms way for no reason that wasn't her own. Yet she would gladly stand in the way of that Clown's gun if it meant to help her friend.

"I wasn't asking, Harls," She often used her pet name when warming up to her. "If you try to leave I will have my plants tie you up and hang you upside down until the blood rushing to your brain causes some sense to fill that head of yours."

It was a moment. Just a single moment, which happened so fast, Ivy didn't have much time to react. Harley had lunged forward, pressing her lips to Ivy's. It was tender, soft… wet. There was a rush of warmth that entered Ivy's cheeks in that moment that felt like time had paused until Harley had pulled away. Beneath her makeup, Ivy knew Harley was blushing as well. Chewing on her bottom lip that still buzzed with the electric feel of that kiss. Had she not given her an immunity shot to her toxins when they were a part of the Gotham City Sirens, Harley would be dead by now from that brave action.

"I.. Thank you for letting me stay with ya, Red. I would have thought you had given up on me all these times of running back to him."

Ivy pushed herself forward, her hands gripping the wrists of her Jester. Their lips met, more passionate this time. They both knew what they wanted. Ivy always loved Harley, but it felt more attachment of friendship until now. She felt Harley's legs wrap around her hips, making her instinctively lay herself on top of her. Their lips opened and closed over one another in their intensity, eyes closed but picturing the other as their feelings came out.

She heard Harley give out a moan, her hands and arms playfully trying to break out of Ivy's pin until Ivy finally let her grip loosen. Harley's nails raked down Ivy's back gently yet intimately. Ivy broke the kiss, finding her neck and brushing her lips down it, which followed a light squeak from Harley. Then Ivy got an idea. She smirked against the slender white neck of her Jester who was moaning and pulling her closer to her for more.

"Harls, I ask one thing from you. Promise me you will do it. Promise me that you will help me with something."

Harley opened her eyes, filled with pleasure and confusion, grinding her hips up against Ivy's as she spoke. "Red? Anything just don't stop. Don't stop and I will give you anything you ask."

Ivy's eyes began to glow emerald in the passion, feeling the wetness grow between her thighs. She caressed both hands along Harley's cheek as she sat up, straddling Harley seductively. She saw the love in her eyes and knew that Harley saw the same affection reflected back at her. Her slender hands moved from her cheeks, down her neck and cupped her breasts summoning another moan from the Jester's lips. A light grind from Ivy's hips was all it took, they both knew what the night was going to become in a moment.

"We are going to kill that maniac. We are going to murder the Joker," Ivy whispers as she gave another grind of her hips against Harley's.

Harley looked up at Ivy, horror from the back of her mind flashed in her face. Ivy saw a sense of fear but also a sense of gratitude in her eyes. She wanted to kill him as much as Ivy did. And that was all Ivy needed to know.

Ivy removed her shirt, allowing Harley to feel her bare torso as she leaned down to give her a kiss. Her breasts found Harley's palms, the feeling of her thumbs brushing along her nipples made her moan against the lips of her Jester. The kiss was sweet, soft, and real. Hands on bare skin, hips against one another, moans and sweat. The night drew out, and the two Sirens joined together.