A/N- Hey guys so this is another Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy fic.
Harley and Ivy left things as not very amicable and for a while they have hated each other but now Harley needs Ivy's help, will the red head be so willing this time around?
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1
Gotham had been quiet since Ivy had been back but it wasn't her presence that affected the area and she knew that. No, something else had happened and she was determined to find out what.
The red head hated what this place reminded her of but at the same time it was a place that she would always call home and it didn't matter how far she traveled or where she went, she always found herself being pulled back here by some invisible force.
The clubs were still open and still as loud as ever as Ivy walked through their doors, the bouncers on either side giving her a wide birth, they had obviously heard what she could do and just how much she lived up to her name as Poison Ivy.
As the red head walked through the throng of people, she could hear her name being whispered and wary glances being cast her way.
She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink from a very nervous looking bartender.
The drink arrived almost two seconds after she'd ordered it and Ivy only nodded her head in acknowledgment as she took a sip.
Turning around on the stool, she took a look around.
No gang members, no police (obviously) the police had lost control of Gotham years ago no matter how much they wanted to deny it.
But then a conversation caught her attention and she listened intently to the two women who sat sipping their martinis at the other end of the bar.
"...It's true, I swear. Just up and left her. No warning. Nothing. Oh they say she's in a right state."
"I thought they were the King and Queen of Gotham!"
"Me too! But apparently, he couldn't handle it."
"Well where'd he go?"
"No one knows but as for her? She holed in some dump near his club. She hasn't been see out in years."
"Poor girl. I mean, I know she's nuts but still..."
Ivy's lips quirked up in a half smile and she went over to the two women, drink in hand.
"Now I know you can only be talking about Harley Quinn." She purred as she took a seat next to them.
The two women immediately looked nervous. The blonde of the two even looked away as though she hadn't seen the red head.
"Do you know why Joker ran out on her?" Ivy asked.
"Poison Ivy...when did you-when did you get back?" The brunette stammered.
"Last night. Now as I was saying, the Joker..."
"Oh yeah, he left her high and dry, no one knows where he is."
"But she's all alone." Ivy said, not being able to keep that grin off her lips.
Then it was like the blonde found her courage and spoke up.
"Hey, weren't the two of you friends?"
This hurt and angered Ivy all the same time and her green eyes zeroed in on the blonde.
"Yes. Were. As in not anymore."
The blonde swallowed hard and practically chugged her drink to avoid looking at the red head anymore.
The brunette was nervous but not as much as her friend.
"There was also something about you and being...you know-"
"No I don't know. Explain." Ivy said, tilting her head and frowning slightly.
The brunette licked her lips and lowered her voice. Maybe the drink had made her a little more confident to talk about this to the red head.
"Well, there were...rumors about the two of you; saying that you might play for both sides of the team if you know what I mean." She said with a light grin, probably hoping to lighten what she was saying to one of Gotham's most dangerous women.
Ivy laughed then and the brunette copied.
"Oh, you mean if I'm like this-"
She then grabbed the blonde and kissed her full on the mouth.
The brunette's eyes widened as she watched her friend gasp and shrivel up, Ivy's poison now flowing through her veins and constricting her heart like a vine strangling whatever it latched onto.
The blonde fell from her stool and dropped to the floor.
Ivy looked down at the fallen body and shrugged carelessly then she narrowed her green eyes at the brunette.
"It's dangerous to make assumptions about me."
The brunette dropped to the knees beside her dead friend and started crying as Ivy slid off the bar stool and knocked back her drink before leaving the club.
...
The house was derelict. It would have collapsed all around her if she hadn't been careful.
'No one loves you, no one cares, Harley's all on her own again.' The voices in her head sang to her.
"Shut up!" She screamed as she clawed at her head, trying to scratch the voices out.
'Why do you think he left you? he hates you. You pushed yourself on him and he didn't even love you, you were just his toy. Now you're nothing, He don't wanna play with you anymore hahahahahaha!'
Harley clenched her teeth so hard she thought they would shatter.
"You don't mean that. He'll come back. He always comes back." She whispered as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
She was crouched in the middle of the wooden floor, a window with no glass helped the moon shine in on her and as Harley bowed her head and kept chanting to herself about how he would come back for her, she was grateful that she wasn't completely swallowed by the darkness.
It was bad enough inside her own head.
She could hear the faint crying again and Harley squeezed her eyes shut and smacked her fist against the side of her head.
She couldn't get that noise out of her mind. It haunted her like a ghost with unfinished business. She had tried leaving it behind but then she would always go back, seeing that it was her noise to take and she didn't want anyone else to have it but then when the noise started up again, she wished that she'd left it on that doorstep when Joker had walked out on her.
'That noise is because you were too stupid to see what you were getting into.'
Harley rolled her eyes and her grip on her bleached blonde hair got tighter still.
"It wasn't my fault. He told me everything would be OK."
'And now it's not. Are you the only one who can't see how stupid you are?"
"I'm not stupid!" She roared into the darkness.
'Everyone leaves you because you're so fucking annoying. Look at Ivy, she finally had enough of you and you thought she would always be there when Joker wasn't. She was like your safety net and you don't even have that! You push everyone away simply by being you!'
Harley screamed as loud as she could and when she stopped, she found that the voices and the noise inside her head had stopped.
She gave a small smile and crawled over to the mattress she'd thrown against the wall.
She layed down on it and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come and just as it was about to, she heard the door downstairs creak, someone was here.
Her blue eyes flew open and she grabbed her baseball bat. She hadn't left that back at the house either.
At least she would get the chance to wack the shit out of someone. She knew that was something she was good at.
'Yeah but that's all you're good at.'
Harley ignored the voice and crept towards the stairs, bat hefted high in her grip.
Men in black leather jackets grinned up at her as they ascended the stairs.
"Told you she'd be here." One said to the other.
The leader grinned darkly at her.
"C'mere princess, daddy's got something special for you."
Harley grinned.
"Princess has got something special for you too." She purred as she flexed her fingers around the bat in her hands.
There were seven of them in total. Any sane person would know to cut their losses and run but no, not Harley and she ran at them screaming as she did and laughing her head off as well when she started hitting the ones closest to her.
Of course just as predicted, they got the better of her and even though she managed to beat five of them and scare them off with her screeching, two of them wouldn't budge so easily.
"You don't scare us honey."
"We want what we came for." The other one said, giving her a look only perverts had perfected.
Soon, Harley found herself cornered, her bat snatched from her hands as one held her to the wall and the other started pulling at her clothes.
Fear blossomed in the pit of her stomach and she started screaming, clawing at any flesh she could see.
Gun shots joined Harley's screams as the first man went down. His friend looked up, fear shining brightly in his eyes before he was shot straight in the head too, his blood staining the wall behind him.
Harley looked up at her savior and her mouth dropped open.
"Red?"
"Hello Harley. Miss me?"
A/N- So let me know what you guys think and if you're hooked. I hope you are hehe ;)
Ivy isn't so forgiving in the next chapter but can Harley turn that around by using their history together as a way to get back into the plant lady's good books?