Ivy knew her apartment was as unique as they come.

Three weeks has passed since she had facilitated Harleys' escape from Belle Reve and as her eyes swept lazily across her apartment, she couldn't deny that she was pleased to be home.

It was located within the more 'undesirable' areas of Gotham due to its close proximity to one of the largest power stations throughout the region. This choice was no error on her part however as she was aware that the level of power needed for her to keep the various lighting and heating apparatus which she needed to nurture her plants would eventually draw attention from unwanted sources.

Gotham was rarely afforded sunshine so she found that she was forced to use artificial means to suit her purposes and it was easy enough to steal energy from the power plant to both meet her needs and also help her evade detection as high levels of power use in the area were not uncommon and difficult to pinpoint.

The soft hum of the plant-heating lights was the only sound which could be heard throughout the apartment as both of its occupants enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

Lying stretched out on the sofa, Ivy was taking up the majority of the available space. Her sheer green nightgown had risen up around her upper thighs due to the slight movements she had to make in order to create space for the other occupant of the couch.

Harley was lying half-on the sofa and half-on Ivy herself as the pair shared the small area. Harley's leg was tucked inside her own and her head resting just below her chest. Harley had apparently chosen to pass the time by faintly tracing shapes across the soft fabric of the nightgown.

Enjoying the sensation, Ivy retaliated by playing with Harleys' loose hair, making a vain attempt to braid it with just one hand.

The last three weeks had been euphoric for her.

After the hell she had gone through in order to heal herself after her near-death experience, to have her health back and Harley here, in her arms, was almost a miracle and it was all that she could possibly need. Her plants were coming along well and her criminal exploits had been put on hold temporarily until she was back at full strength.

"We'll need to give you another shot soon." She murmured into the quiet space as a thought occurred to her.

Raising her head slightly, Harley knitted her eyebrows, "Huh?"

"You haven't had a shot in three years darling," she explained, "your enhancements will soon start to weaken slightly. They will always exist but a quick booster will bring them back to their full potential. Can't have you feeling light-headed around me can we?"

"I'm always light-headed around you." Harley argued with a dopey grin as she poked gently at the waist she was resting on.

Almost purring in contentment, Ivy smiled in agreement as she settled in further to the sofa.

A soft buzzing soon made itself known and Harley reached over her head to grab at her phone. Bringing the screen close to her, she squinted at the incoming text message as an excited grin made its way on to her face.

Noticing the smile, Ivy glanced at the screen. The contact read 'DeadAss' and the message simply read 'Hey dollface, drinks count as squad business. You in?'

"Who is that?" Ivys' tone was confused. DeadAss was a name which was totally unfamiliar to her. Kids these days and their stupid names, surely it had to be a codename?

Harley smirked as she tucked the phone into her bra, "That's Deadshot. Y'know Deadshot? The assassin guy I worked the Task Force Ass with?"

"Yeah, I have heard of him." Since her emergence as a powerhouse, she had made a point of being vaguely aware of all the major players within Gothams' underbelly and Deadshot was a name which kept cropping up in her investigations.

"Could I talk you into joining us all for a drink, Pammy?" Harley asked, batting her eyelashes as she attempted to convince Ivy to join her.

Releasing a false sigh, Ivy quirked a brow, "You will need to convince me."

Giggling, Harley slid up Ivy's body until she was able meet her face-to-face, "Is that a challenge Red?"

Leaning in, Ivy placed a sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth in lieu of an actual response.

x-x-x-x-x

Parking the car up, Ivy could feel the excitement radiating from Harley as she fixed her hair into her favourite style of bunches.

"Should I be expecting trouble, Harls?" Turned to face her, she raised an eyebrow, "Every time I see you this happy trouble usually follows."

"Nah, the guys are cool," Harley muttered, using the passenger-side mirror to reapply her red lipstick, "but you never know, Red. A few of them are crazy!"

Ivy chuckled, "Coming from you hun, that's quite the claim."

Pouting to show her displeasure at the accusation, Harley broke out into a smile as she opened the car door and slipped outside.

"You go ahead Red, i'm gonna go pay the meter."

"Really? Why bother?" When did they ever pay meters?

"Hey! This car is very stolen and I don't need the extra heat. I just want to have some fun and a few drinks without being interrupted."

Holding up a hand to signal her agreement, Ivy waved it impatiently, "Sure Harls, whatever. I'll get you just inside the doors then."

Walking ahead, she paused to adjust her coat to ensure that the majority of her green-tinged skin was covered. It wouldn't matter much when they were indoors but prying eyes were everywhere in Gotham.

Passing a dark alley, she heard a faint scratching noise but before she could turn around she felt a presence behind her and something sharp digging in to her lower spine.

"Alright, love?" A gruff voice drawled somewhere over her right shoulder. The faint smell of beer and dirt invaded her senses and she narrowed her eyes in distaste as the voice continued, "Just hand over ya purse and jewels and no one will get hurt! Try an' fight me and you'll get shivved."

Unable to believe that some fool had actually threatened her, Ivy bared her teeth and hissed, "Get your filthy hands off me or I will kill you." She could feel her body chemistry react to the threat and the flow of poison through her system increased in potency.

Obviously surprised by her venomous tone, she felt the mans' grip of her loosen slightly before he caught himself and strengthened it once more. She could feel the thick fingers digging into her jacked-covered arm and she tensed her body in preparation of a fight.

"You're a brave one aint'cha?" The thief crooned, "Well darling, i'm not kid-"

His voice was replaced by a strangled gasp as he was body flung from his position behind Ivy and launched harshly towards the ground.

As he collided with a solid thump, Ivy twisted around and was confronted by a very irate Harley.

"Hey Red!" She called out, her anger obvious in her tone, "Did this dumbass put his hands on you?" Sending a glare towards the man, who was lying face down on the ground, she used her foot to kick him over to his front, "Hey buddy, did you put your hand on my g- Oh hey Boomer!"

Her expression switched suddenly into a wide grin as she recognised the winded figure.

Struggling to catch his breath after his unexpected meeting with the hard asphalt, Digger could only grin weakly as he stared up at the two women. Upon recognising Harley, he subtly attempted to hide the sharp boomerang which he still had clenched in his grasp.

"Harley!" His accented voice seemed somewhat pleased to see the blonde, "How ya doing you crazy b-" A hiss in warning from Ivy caused him to pause for a moment and he followed with a lame, "girl?"

"Did you just call me a girl?" Harley tilted her head in questioning before she clearly understood what she had just interrupted, "HEY! Did you just try and rob my girlfriend?"

Placing her hands on her hips, she loomed over the fallen figure with an aggressive stance.

"I didn't do nothing!" Digger protested but seeing that both women were ready to kick his ass even further into the ground, he averted his eyes and corrected, "I didn't know she was YOUR girlfriend."

"Well she is!"

"A girlfriend, eh?" Boomer ignored answering her in favour of eyeing up the pair with an obvious leer, "But I thought you were with J-"

"Harley is free to be with whomever she wants. Do not mention the clowns name in my presence or there will be trouble. You're already on thin ice, asshole. The only reason you aren't dead is because Harley seems to know you." Ivy hissed.

"No offence meant, darling! I just didn't know that Harley liked her bread butter'd on both sides ya know?"

Harley shrugged in admittance which Ivy groaned slightly at the metaphor.

An idea lit up Diggers' face and he licked his lips slightly before purring in his thick accent, "Y'know you're both very gorgeous ladies! If you're ever in the bedroom and decide that ye need a man to len-"

Ivy produced a series of thorns from her inner pocket and held them threateningly, "Finish that sentence and die, dog."

"That's right babe, i'm a real hound dog!" Digger winked as he pushed himself to his feet.

"Can I kill him?" Ivy spoke directly to Harley.

One nod and this idiot was dead.

Pursing her lips as she considered it, Harley eventually shook her head, "Sorry Pammy, not allowed to kill him. Waller needs him."

Huffing in annoyance, Ivy crossed her arms and continued her small walk to the bar with Harley glued to her side.

Unable to take a hint, Digger placed himself between the two and put his arms across their shoulders, "So what ya drinkin' toni-YEOOW!"

His question turned to a pained cry as Ivy reached up without hesitation and twisted his wrist until she heard a satisfying 'pop'.

Snatching his arms away, he muttered under his breath as Harley pushed the bar doors open.

x-x-x-x-x

The bar was dingy and had a stale scent to it which caused Ivy to crinkle her nose. Her entrance with Harley and the still-muttering Boomerang caused a few people to glance their way but in the darkness of the room no one allowed their eyes to linger.

Walking directly to the bar, Ivy quickly ordered up a cocktail for Harley and a large glass of red wine for herself.

Boomerang could buy his own.

Clearly spotting her targets, Harley immediately made a beeline towards one of the corner booths.

Watching her go as she waited for the drinks, Ivy was treated to her first real sight of the people who had fought and almost died with her favourite blonde.

Deadshot was about as much as she expected. She could see his cocky grin from here and as Harley reached the table she picked up the faint sound of him referring to her as 'dollface' and she snorted slightly. That was a new one.

The small Japanese woman sitting to Deadshots' right must be Katana. Ivy had never heard of her before but if she was affiliated with the government in some capacity then that would explain it. A possessed sword is rather unique after all and rumours spread quickly in criminal circles. Compared to both Harley and Deadshot, Katana was tiny and yet Ivy could sense that her power far exceeded her diminutive stature.

The female bartender handed her the drinks politely and Ivy placed a twenty down for her as she made her own way towards the table.

Taking the seat to Harleys' left, since the right was occupied by that fool Boomerang, she nudged Harleys' leg with her own.

"Drink?"

"Aww thanks, Red!" Harley exclaimed as she took a sip from the sugary cocktail.

"So you're the one who busted Harleys' ass outta Belle Reve then? I'm Deadshot but you can call me Floyd." Deadshot asked as he introduced himself to Ivy while Katana nodded politely and took a sip of her large whiskey.

"Yes I am." Ivy confirmed as she sized up the assassin, he seemed respectful enough of her and also a little wary. She wondered if he was aware of her reputation but her question was soon answered.

"You're Poison Ivy? You're the one who blew up that pipeline going through Robinson Park?" It was posed as a question but he clearly knew the answer.

"See Pammy, you're famous." Harley elbowed her gently.

"That pipeline was going to destroy Gothams' ecosystem within the next decade. I was within my right to see it burn." Shrugging, Ivy swirled her wine within the glass.

"You did the right thing."

Katanas' strong, unexpected voice rang across the table and Ivy tilted her glass towards her before taking a graceful sip.

She had a feeling she was going to like Katana.

"I freed Harley from that hell of a prison. How did all of you get free?" Ivy was curious, it had taken her many days of planning to execute her rescue and for the remainder of Task Force X to now be free seemed highly suspicious.

Floyd was the first to answer.

"Waller released us in exchange for us keeping the damn bombs in our necks," he scowled at the agreement and there was an obvious tension there, "as long as we play nice and don't kill civilians, anyone too important or interfere with government business we're free to do what we do best."

Harley was bomb-free, Ivy knew that much and she didn't want to consider any alternative.

"And you?" She looked to Katana.

Katana didn't hesitate, "I was never implanted with the bomb."

"Alright for some," Floyd grumbled as he took a swig of his beer, "yo Boomer, why you being so quiet?"

"I'm alright mate just tryna work out if I can fix me wrist myself or if I need to go find myself a nursie?" Digger answered loudly as he subtly tried to adjust his aching joint.

"What happened to him?" His tone was full of exasperation as he realised that Digger was, again, in trouble.

"I happened," Ivy confessed, "he was thoroughly warned."

Katana nodded in understanding, "I nearly broke his jaw."

Everyone around the table minus Digger let out a small laugh at her comment and as Harley giggled, Ivy felt her hand rest on her leg and she threw a small smile at the blonde.

"Hey."

An unexpected voice broke the moment and Ivy turned to look at the intruder.

A man stood behind her with a sheepish-looking woman at his side. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a dark jacket with denim trousers while the woman to his side was wearing a simple dark dress which was not too out of place in the bar.

"Flag!" Floyd gave the lighter-haired man a genuine smile as he slid further into the booth to allow one of the pair a seat, "How you doing man?"

"I'm good Floyd," the man, Ivy recalled his full name was Rick Flag, announced, "June and I got your message and we thought it might be a good night so here we are. How's the daughter?"

As Flag and Floyd got into a conversation about the latters daughter, Ivy focussed her attention on the woman.

At the name June, her ears had perked up and her eyes darted to the pretty woman. So this was Dr June Moone, the woman who had been the Enchantress' human meat-bag for a time. Harley had mentioned that she had survived the expulsion of the ancient being from her body but Ivy had to admit that she was impressed with how brave she had to be to show her face to a table of people whom she had recently tried to kill.

She admired that.

As Flag and finished their mini-conversation, a slightly lull in conversation occurred but any tension in the air which might have grown was broken by Harley as she waved frantically at Dr Moone.

"How ya doing, Loony Juney?"

Letting out a shy smile, Dr Moone dipped her head slightly.

To her side, Flag held up a finger and pointed at Harley, "Don't call her that." He demanded.

"It's okay Rick," Dr Moone soothed him gently, "but call me June." She directed her smile to Harley again.

"Flag, want a beer?" Lawton smiled at the newcomer and slid one of the many beers which were occupying the table towards him. The bottle sailed across the table with precision and Flag grasped it immediately before it fell off the edge

"Thanks." Holding the beer in one hand, he pulled out a chair for June to sit before placing himself in the space which Floyd had created in the booth.

Ivy was momentarily impressed with the small chivalrous act and apparently so was Harley as she winked at June and mouthed "real classy".

"So how's ya life been since you shared your body with the wicked witch of the well?" Harley asked brazenly, ignoring all social cues.

"It's been good," June nodded, "Rick has been really good at helping me work through what happened and he's always there to keep away the nightmares."

Ivy noticed a few wistful expressions around the table as June described her domestic life and she decided to move the conversation along.

"My name is Dr Pamela Isley, but you may call me-"

"Ivy. Poison Ivy! You're Pammy!" Junes' face was excited but she immediately closed it off as she saw the look of confusion which Ivy knew she was showing, "Sorry that was...a bit weird. Sorry."

Ivy frowned slightly, "You know me?"

"When she was possessing me I could see what she could see," June explained quickly, "and when she was examining Harley's mind in the train station I could see some of the memories and feelings which were associated with you. I could see and feel the love and thing like that." She paused, "I'm sorry for prying but I couldn't really help it."

"Pammy doesn't mind," Harley giggled, "she was probably just worried that you were an ex she'd forgotten about!"

Ivy smiled at the comment and she felt a spread of warmth through her as the implications of Dr Moones' words hit her. She knew Harley loved her but to have it confirmed from an outside source was incredibly pleasing.

"I don't have that many ex's Harls," she protested gently, "people I have temporarily controlled with my power do not count as ex's."

"Suuuure! Whatever, Red..."

The conversation was soon in full flow again with exchanged tales of the various missions and experiences which each individual had lived through and Ivy was surprised to find that she was actually having fun.

She had expected herself to be polite to these people since they had helped to keep Harley alive while she was on their suicide mission but she found herself genuinely enjoying their company.

Deadshot was a little brash but he was humorous and knew how to tell a decent story. Katana was quiet but her comments were sharp witted and showed her level of intelligence. Flag was a soldier which would normally put her off but she could see how he was clearly enjoying himself and whatever awkwardness June may have felt at being surrounded by criminals was non-existent as she laughed and argued with them where necessary. Even Boomerang was bothering her less at the moment as he had given up on attempting to flirt or even speak to her.

"Where's Waller? Did you text her about tonight?" Flag asked Floyd as he allowed the waitress to pick up their empty glasses.

"You know I did! But she straight-up pulled a Houdini on my ass and disappeared from the video call." Floyd laughed openly as he recalled the conversation, "So I kinda took that as a 'no'."

As she watched Harley out of the corner of her eye, Ivy was surprised to note a look of joy pass through her expression. Following her gaze, Ivy look to the doors and felt a jolt of surprise as she recognised the man who was currently walking towards their small group.

Waylon Jones.

Harley had mentioned that Croc was a part of Task Force X and his pivotal role at putting an end to the Enchantress but she didn't think that he was one for socialising outside of necessity. He clearly hadn't spotted her as he wove his way towards the table, his signature gait and mistrustful glances making more than a few people take note of him.

But this was Gotham and people soon returned their attention to their own business.

"Yo." Waylon growled as he pulled up a chair to their small gathering.

A chorus of various greetings met him as he sat down and Floyd quickly fired a beer his way across the table.

"Hello Waylon." Ivy purred, catching his attention as the initial greetings died down.

"Hey Ivy!" A wide genuine smile made its way onto his surprised face, showing off each of his razor sharp teeth to the group as he realised who was sitting with them.

"You two know each other?" Flag asked, noticing the exchange.

Ivy smirked to show her affirmation, "I've hired Waylon for a number of jobs over the years. His skills as a diver make him quite the expert at collecting certain types of plant material which are only available in the deepest recesses of Gothams' waters."

"She pays good and she always has a beer waiting for me." Waylon agreed as he lowered his hood and exposed his face to the group, "Did she tell you about the time we worked together to kill the Bat?"

"Not yet I hadn't. Do you want to tell the story?" Ivy offered as she lay her head on Harley's inviting shoulder. The glasses of wine she had consumed were catching up with her and she had a good buzz going on.

Waylons' face became more animated as his thick voice started to spin the tale and Ivy took the opportunity to glance around the table.

Everyone was focused on Croc, even Boomerang, and she had to admit that what little apprehension she had of meeting these people had been put to bed.

They were criminals and murderers but they seemed to have a base morality and that was what separated them from scum like the Joker. Ivy knew she had blood on her hands, to protect her babies she had killed more people than she cared to admit but she never targeted the young or infirm.

Noticing her distant gaze, Harley moved in to whisper quietly in her ear, "You doing okay, Pammy? Ya look like you're off on one! You having a good time?"

Turning her head, Ivy met Harleys' eyes with her own and, checking to make sure no one was watching them too closely, leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss which was returned for a split moment before she pulled away.

"I'm having a good night, Harls, don't worry."

Her voice was soothing and a small smile graced her face as she squeezed Harleys' hand and zoned back into Waylons' story.

She could get used to this.