Ivy couldn't stand it. Those spindly, bony arms, the inhumanly pale skin, the greasy, almost green-tinted hair, the way that sickeningly wide grin contorted and stretched his already sharp, sinister features. But most of all, she couldn't stand that sound. The ear-splitting, gut wrenching, bone chilling cackle. And that's what it was... A cackle. Or at least the closet thing to a human sound that you could relate it to. Of course, she could see the shrewd handsomeoness in his facial structure, she had eyes after all. But then again, his looks were only in his facial structure. Everything else about him was disgusting, repulsive. The man's name: Joe Kerr. If you could even call him a man. Ivy couldn't even begin to fathom how someone so soft and innocent had come from this man. Harley, her new step sister, was... well extremely... ingenious. Almost sickeningly so. And certainly far more beautiful than any of the genes that... that- creature- could give her. And even more unfathomable, was why her mother chose to marry him. And without her consent. Then again, her mother never really asked for Ivy's consent. It was simply do this, and do that. Not considering Ivy's opinions or wants- or her needs for that matter, but then again, that's how her mother was, and something she had grown extremely accustomed to. However, she never grew comfortable to it. Nothing made her wither more than her Mother's icy gaze. And that was saying a lot, very little (other than mom) has ever made Pamela Ivy Isley lose composure (visibly). Not since late childhood. However, as far as composure goes, Harley extremely tried hers. Something about the girl got under skin... undid her. And the redhead had been wondering if it had any sexual connotations. Of course the girl would have never accepted (nor admitted) the possibility, except ... the dream... had happened. To be honest it was vague, questionable; though, that didn't change the fact that it happened. And Pamela Isley was all about the facts. And the facts were she had a sex dream about her step sister, but another fact was: hormones and the sub conscious mind mixing together into some kind of large, confusing casserole of daily life and the most basic human desires, was indeed a common teenage experience.

Speaking of the devil, the currently conflicted girl was shaken from her thoughts by a knock on her door.

"Who is it?" responded Ivy in a rather, neutral tone.

"It's Harley.. I-I needed some help, ya know, with biology..." the girl voiced in a somewhat bashful tone.

Harley hoped she didn't sound like an idiot. Or needy... or... why did she care so much anyway? She supposed it was because she didn't want to have a crappy relationship or reputation with her new sister. Or that's what she was telling herself, though, the butterflies in her stomach were offering an alternative explanation. Before she could verbally make a fool of herself, the girl barged into Ivy's room not even considering the fact that her step-sister hadn't even granted her the permission.

Harley froze.

Pamela was staring at her, rather frostily she might add, in fact it wasn't really a stare. More of a look, a condemning act of eye contact, if it was to be explained accurately. The air was thick with silent tension, that was until the stern, yet somehow alluring, tone of Ivy cut through it.

"Did I say you could come in?"

"Uh- I mean, well no, but I... I, yeah, sorry."

Poison Ivy quirked an eyebrow, it was the only sign of how she felt on the inside that she chose to display. And then again it was extremely misleading, as it conveyed speculation, yet in reality her stoic, unforgiving resolve was melting.

"It's fine."

Harley visibly lightened up at , unbeknownst to her, Pamela's pathetic attempt at an apology. Then again apologies aren't really her thing, well, neither is being pathetic. So we'll settle for the words extremely vague and subtle.

"Oh well that's good, for a second there, I thought I had made you mad." The blonde accentuated the sentence with an uncertain smile, her nervousness still present.

"You did." Yup, Pamela had put her walls up again.

"Oh well, that sucks. Ha. Ha."

Shit. That was a stupid move. Harley knew it before it came out of her mouth. The sarcastic reply, the monotone laugh. She was treading upon dangerous territory. She grimaced inwardly.

Ivy however, had an entirely unexpected response. She smiled. A genuine one. It spread across her face, and despite her years of practice as an ice bitch, she couldn't stop it. The moment she did it, she knew it was a loss. Yet it felt like a victory. However, she wasn't one to succumb to feel-goodyness, and once again her guard was up, adorning her Mother's very own chilling expression of emotional indifference.

"Sucks, yes, quite a bit, doesn't it? Just like you not receiving any help with biology, therefore causing you to fail the upcoming test, ultimately condemning your future as each and every failing grade slowly drags you down into an inescapable pit of academic struggle."

Oddly enough, the intense and rather overthought statement, caused her to just burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Oh my God, Red, you're so cute. That was the nerdiest thing I've ever heard."

Hearing the giggles, Harley call her cute, and being called a nerd enveloped Pamela into a confusing mesh of anger, frustration, flusteredness... and slight... excitement. Maybe not excitement but whatever it was, was rather enjoyable, yet in the end infuriating because of how it combated what should have been indignity. She felt a tingle in her stomach, and a slight heat in her cheeks, though other than the physical symptoms, her cold demeanor remained. Intact, it seemed to had warped into a sort of... covert anger. If that even makes sense.

Ivy began to start another rant before steeling herself and addressing the preexisting request, "Biology you say? Well, seeing as it's bound to happen once my mother sees your soon to be McDonalds employee's grades, yes."

Now it was time for Harley to quirk an eyebrow. Because to be honest Harley was very smart, albeit biology was not her strongest subject. In actuality, she had really made up the whole biology thing to just have an excuse to... bond with her sister. It absolutely was not about those beautiful, encompassing, sea glass green eyes. Or the subtle, yet pleasant smell of her rose-like perfume. Not at all.

It was obvious that Pamela viewed her step-sister as air-headed, child-like, and overly naive. Harley was extremely use to people interpreting her as such. That didn't really bother her though, as it seemed to reward her with sympathy and kindness. Well, by most people. Though she was also interpreted as weak. This caused problems. Like with dad. Regardless the red-heads firm belief in such an assumption, well, she found it endearing to be honest. But in the end, the disguise, the persona- it was just that. Harley was in no way naive or air-headed. Perhaps childlike. And the weak part was still left to be determined, at least in her opinion it was. Either way, she had seen the corruption and vile nature of the world and the people that inhabited it. In her very own father of all people. The things he had said to her. Done to her. Done to her body... It wasn't right, but it was fair. Life is horrible to everyone she had learned. One way or another. No one escapes unscathed. Like her Dad, he was most likely just as abused as she was. She felt her joy of being with her sister dissipate. In fact everything dissipated, the anxiety, the excitement. The hope. But then again, in the end, were they really even there in the first place?

Ivy noticed the dark look in her eyes. She knew that look. It was a dead one. The empty gaze of a broken human. The look spoke volumes. The way the sorrow swirled around apathy and broken faith in those piercing blue eyes. And suddenly, Pamela reached a realization. Of how much they were alike. They both shared the same ailment. Because what breeds more pain than the lack of it? Or the measures that are taken to create such an existence. This was no longer a superficial tolerance anymore.

Not that Pamela realized that yet. I mean, of course she did, however, denial is extremely powerful.

"Hello, Earth to Pigtails?"

Harley grinned, seemingly forgetting her misfortunes. Not really something characteristic of depression, genuine smiles... yet, she wasn't experiencing depression. Though it was an uphill battle nonetheless.

"I get a nickname too, huh? Thanks Red!" The amount of genuinity the girl could fake impressed Ivy... unless... it wasn't an act? Was it possible, for Harley to fight through the pain enough to have these moments. I guess in that aspect they weren't alike, Harley fought for herself to be happy, Pam fought for others to see her as happy.

"Hey Red, now that we are all tight and all, I'm gonna being honest, I don't really need help in biology.. or anything, I just wanted an excuse to hang out with ya'."

'Red' became amused with this reveal of truth. She found it endearing, yet if she was thinking as she normally did, she would have realized the black flag. The first sign of manipulation. Happy Coincidences. Something she was also skilled in. Though, something about this girl seemed to cloud her mind completely.

"Is that how you ask a lady out?"

Now Harley's eyes went wide. Genuinely. That's not what she was expecting. Her pail complexion was soon a deep red.

"I-uh, I- I'm flattered b-" A finger was placed on her lips. A finger belonging to the properly manicured and moisturized hand of Pamela Ivy Isley. Her step-sister. The feeling in her lower body at the contact was hardly appropriate.

Her eyes went even more wide, staring straight into the sea glass ones of Pamela fricking Isley. The hottest person on this pl- No. No. No. Her step-sister. Just her step-sister. Lalalalalalala. Step-sister. Though, despite her attempts, Harley was really hoping that they were the close kind of sisters that cuddled in there underwear together and stuff, just like she had seen in the movies. But if she had been really thinking about it, one of Ivy's most alluring traits, to her at least, was the girl's frigidity. The actual definition of something you can't have. The anti-cuddler. That was her. Well. Harley knew that wasn't Ivy's real self. The most cold-hearted are the most sensitive, in most cases. Especially at this young of an age, and Ivy clearly was no sociopath or psychopath. Just an extremely hurt girl compensating for her own self-moderated emotional oppression. But right at the moment it was really hot. Irony. Cold=Hot.

Ivy, swore she heard a barely audible... sound. She felt her composure falling apart at the seams as she recognized the look in Harley's eyes. Arousal. She'd seen it once in her 'friend' Helena's eyes (for those of you who don't know, that's the huntress, I honestly find her really sexy and a good character for a sexual experience filled with a confusing mix of sexual arousal, and resentment. They're simply to cold-hearted for each other, though I feel like, the Huntresses demeanor is more genuine, as her background has caused her to become tough, Ivy's has simply caused her to act tough, when obviously she is falling apart at the seams on the inside. Not that she's not tough, just not as much as Helena. It's just very rarely that the things that we do to please others are as genuine as what we do for ourselves. Plus Selina is simply too fucking redundant. But I'll include her, don't worry. Sorry to interrupt this mock sexy times scene with a bunch of babbling, if you hadn't realized, I tend to spiral into confusing, contradictory tangents.). The reminder of the stimulating experience mixed with this one caused the unwelcome sensation between Pamela's legs to grow.

The moment seemed to last forever.

"I was just joking."

And originally she was. But damn, now, she definitely expected those sex dreams.

"How about we go do something involving, hmm, biology?"

Harley choked on her own... whatever it was, painfully obvious, taboo arousal? Anyway whatever it was, she choked on it.

Pam instead became mad. So suddenly. So mad. How dare this girl. How dare her encroach upon's her life. Both awake and asleep. No. No. No. "I meant as in plants, or animals, you pervert."

Harley was taken aback by the harsh snap, not that she could say she was shocked. It seemed pretty typical of Ivy. That didn't mean she was just gonna let it go.

"Says the one that was trying to get me to go on a date with her!"

"Dear, I believe you were the one that asked to 'hang out' with me." Pam's deflection was spot on. Her use of the word 'dear' was perfectly impassive and dismissive.

It sparked a small twinge of disappointment in her.

"Well, I'll keep you posted, Pamela, bye."

And with that she left.