[A/N: Reeeeeeeally short one-short about my current love/obsession, Poison Ivy&Harley Quinn from the Batman series. Love them. So. Damn. Much. Anyways, this just popped out, so I figured, why not?, and submitted it. Hope you like it! Look forward to more Ivy/Harley in the future. (?) Heck yes! (Hopefully. xD;;)]
Passing The Time:
Poison Ivy & Harley One-Shot.
By: HeatherTheVillain.
"Well, ain't this cozy," the blonde stated, her tone happy and satisified and her grin wide.
There was a long, long pause before the woman beside her, in her calmest tone, replied, "Harley, we just blew a billion dollars heist and had the pest of Gotham throw our sorry selves in Arkham. Arkham. What part of this is ideal?"
Boots thumped against the concrete of the jail cell, a sign that her partner in crime was contemplative. "You got a point," she admitted, the pleasant expression on her masked face drooping slightly before it bounced back even brighter. "But at least we get to spend some time together."
Because we couldn't have done that outside of an insane asylum, Ivy thought dryly, but didn't have the heart to say it. Harley Quinn was pitiful indeed, but also strangely endearing, and for some reason she was the one human that wasn't on botanist's homicide list. Staring at those sparkling blue eyes and into her mind's sweet, demented optimism, Ivy couldn't help but let a small smirk crawl across her full, red lips.
Of course, Harley had to kill the moment in a typical fashion by bringing up her one and only obsession: "It's too bad Mister J ain't in here. I mean, I don't want him locked up or nothing. But. I miss him, you know?"
Discussing the Joker with the dumb blonde was like talking to a wall, only one more lively, pretty, and probably stupider, too, so Ivy had given up that gig long ago. Still, it was irritating as hell, and she could hear Harley's words in her head like nails on a chalkboard.
Again the jester was quiet, which meant she was thinking-a dangerous habit, but not usually to Ivy.
Usually.
Finally, she peered up at the redhead through pale bangs slick with sweat and city grime, smiling again. "Ya know, if I could get my puddin' in here, I'd get you ya plants, too," she said coyly.
At that, Ivy finally cracked a real grin, an expression that was both seductive and menacing at the same time. "Wouldn't that be a thrill," she murmured, and Harley cackled that insane laugh she'd picked up from her "Mister J." Gag.
Of course, none of this would ever come to pass: eventually, Gotham's girls would find a way out, like they always did, and continue to terrorize the city and each other.
But it was nice to have something to pass the time with.