Title: Seedpod
Pairing: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel (Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and have absolutely no money. College does not pay. It sucks you dry of money, livelihood, freedom. Sue me and all you will see is a blank dead stare, and a shiny nickel I found on the parking lot.
Note: Beginning of a set of drabbles about Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy and their lives together. Started as a Valentine's gift for my boyfriend after a conversation we had promising him one for his B-Day. Happy Valentine's Day, even if its not Valentine's Day yet. Unbetaed so all mistakes are me, my own, and I. Review, cause if you don't how am I going to improve? Open to suggestions for drabble ideas involving the couple.
Pamela tended her nightshade, carefully caressing each bloom of the deadly poison. She hummed softly to her plant-children and the little life growing larger within her belly. A new life, a new child. This one she would share, but not with the man whose sperm fertilized her egg. No, that man just donated his seed at a clinic to spawn her precious new seedling.
Harley would mother her plantlet along with her. Harley with her shiny, blond her as luminous as the sun which fed her children. Harley, who loved as she could never again let a man love her.
Pam smirked as she thought of pressing her lips to Harley's, caressing her till they were both quivering and spent, the scent of roses and azaleas in the air.
One of her carnivorous children rubbed its bulbed head against her cheek. It twisted and twinned around her arm. It was one of her favorites, Sarah Anne. A beautiful dangerous plant.
Harley wrapped her arms around her from the back, babbling happily about something she had watched "Bats and the Batlets" do. Joker was in Arkham at the moment.
Pam turned around and wrapped one green hand around Harley's neck, pulling her into a kiss as their daughter kicked within her. Her hands tangled in Harley's bright golden hair as Harley clutched her closely. One gloved hand tangled in hair as red as blood.