A/n-I do not own harley, joker, or ivy.
Title: In Too Deep
Characters and pairings: joker/harley, implied harley/ivy
Summary: Harley makes a run for Ivy's house in early morning.
She stands on the balcony. It's early morning and he's still asleep. She closes a red silk bathrobe around her medium-size figure, shivering slightly. She parts her full red lips, stained with lipstick she didn't wash off from the night before. Her eyes are bloodshot. They'd been fighting again. Brown roots peek through the blonde-dyed hair. She quietly creeps inside, careful not to wake him, and looks at herself in the mirror. Mascara is smudged under her eyes and her hair, strawlike, is pulled back in a pony tail.
God I look like hell she thinks to herself.
She gazes at him in the reflection. A pallid arm is thrown over his brow. He shifts. She quietly runs down the stairs, not bothering to change out of the robe.
Pam will have clothes to lend me she thinks as she walks outside.
She knows the city by heart. There's a bagel shop across the street and two blocks down is that new Italian panini shop. Two blocks over, one enters rich lady central.
"Hey pretty lady." The cab driver turns and winks. He's somewhat older than her. His hair is slicked, partially with grease, partially with product. He hasn't shaved. His breath smells of avocados and cheese. She gags slightly. Makes no response, just hands him the cash. Mutters an address.
"No, need to pay me sexy thing, the cabs on me." She pays no attention to the comment, just, somewhat gratefully, snags the cash back.
I should've actually gotten dressed… Too late for that. Worse case scenario, she sneaks up on the driver late at night, or at least gets a friend to do it…
The cab driver lets her out at the address she had given him. She runs the rest of the way. The grey house overrun by vines and weeds is more welcoming than the old joke shop. The woman sees her from the window and ushers her in.
"What did he do?" Her tone is a mixture of acerbic and sympathetic. Her red hair is unbrushed, giving her a feral look. She cries into the woman's shoulder. She sits the girl down and hugs her.
"What did I tell you…" She pauses before continuing "Stay with me…again…and this time you better take my advice."
"HE TOLD ME HE LOVED ME." she sobs…for the third time in 10 minutes. Her voice raises several octaves as she says this. The other woman is used to it by this point and clears up her backup and brushes the dyed hair. This is how it goes very often.
He was older than her and took advantage of that. At first she was wary, then she fell…hard. And now, couldn't climb out of the grave she had dug for herself.
Harley Quinn had buried herself alive.