A/N: This story is my own version of an existing story titled "Harley and Ivy: Us Against the World" by PugfromtheBlackLagoon, and it's a really good story so if you want, go check his out first, or just read me, whatever you wanna do. Pug gave me permission to write this story, just so you know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also, the entire story is narrated by Poison Ivy.
My name is Pamela Lilian Isley. Well, that was my name. These days I only go by Poison Ivy. Or Red, when I'm around Harley. She's really the only person in this godforsaken world that I actually give a damn about. Okay, I care more for her than I let on. I'm in love with her, but there's no way in hell anyone will ever find out about that. Either way, it's pointless, since she's hopelessly devoted to that creep, the Joker. I hate him more than I hate Batman. I hate a lot of people. Like the guards currently dragging me to my therapy session.
All the guards in this prison are jackasses and perverts. Although, one of the therapists, Dr. Gibson, is actually decent. He seems to actually care about the prisoners, including Harley, so I tolerate him.
The guards practically threw me into the cube-shaped therapy room and snicker as they walk off. I swear one of these days I'll break out and kill them.
I'm greeted by a man in his mid-thirties, a little skinny, and complete with shaggy brown hair. Sometimes he wears glasses, sometimes he doesn't. Today he wasn't.
"Hello, Pamela."
Hmph.
"Oh that's right you like to go by Poison Ivy don't you? Hello, Ivy."
I sighed. What the hell, I may as well give in. Not like there's anything else I could do to entertain myself. "Hello, Dr. Gibson" I said as I sat down across from him.
"Today I thought we might talk about your childhood and your family. Tell me what they were like. How have they affected your life today?"
"No thanks. I'd rather not pour out my entire life story to a man in a coat."
"Fair enough, then why not tell me what you had in mind for your life before you became Poison Ivy?"
"Look, I don't know you, and none of this stuff has any importance. You're wasting your time."
"I don't believe I am. How about we try this, Ivy, pretend I'm someone you care about."
"I don't care about anybody."
"I don't believe that either. There has to be one person in the world that you actually like."
Harley. But it's not like I'll tell him that. He's not saying anything. He's waiting for me to open up. Ugh. Don't do it. Don't do it Ivy. "Harley." I mumbled.
"One more time?"
"Ugh. Harley."
"Ah, Miss Quinn. I do miss my sessions with her, she was always so perky and full of life. She truly brightened my day and made all of this worthwhile."
"Yeah she has a habit of doing that." I smiled, thinking about Harley.
"I do hope she returns sometime soon."
"You and me both."
"See, I knew you cared about somebody. Is she the only one?"
"Yes. Aside from all the plants in the world, Harley is the only person I care about. I miss her, and I just hope she's okay."
"Hm. Those are some pretty strong feelings just for one individual."
"Yeah, but that one individual is Harley." What the hell is he getting at?
"Forgive me if this question makes you uncomfortable, but I must say I'm curious. Do you love Harley?"
Shit.
I close my eyes and silently nod.
"Don't tell anyone." It came out quietly, almost as if I was begging. I was ashamed of myself.
"Don't worry, nothing said leaves this room. And there are no security cameras. So now, I must ask, do you think Harley loves you back?"
"Doubtful. She's in love with the Joker, and I don't know if she even likes girls, let alone me. How am I supposed to compete with the Joker? He's her entire life."
"The Joker is a psychotic. He abuses Harley. He doesn't care for her, she's just a pawn to him. You genuinely care for Harley, you would risk everything for her, and she knows that. I think the real question here is; how is the Joker supposed to compete with you?"
As much as I hate to admit it, he's got a point. But still, that doesn't change anything.
"I think this is a good time to end today's session. I'll see you again tomorrow."
"Thank you, Doctor."
He smiles and nods as the doors open. I see the two guards and my happiness dies. As they throw me back into my cell I can hear Riddler and Two-Face chuckle. I yell at them to shut up, and to my surprise they do. I guess they're afraid of me. But like that's anything to be proud of. I decided to just crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. God, I just wish Harley were here next to me. She could turn this hell into heaven.
