The girl was older now, old enough that she could walk, so long as Ivy was holding her hand or one of the stronger plants had a vine wrapped around her waist. Poison Ivy was almost anxious about leaving her alone, but knew that it was the best option. The girl had reached an age where she needed human supervision far more than she used to as a mere baby. Behind Ivy, Harley bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for them to leave - but Ivy knew that it could be the last time she saw her daughter in quite a while as, despite how the girl was going to be supposedly safe, Ivy most definitely wasn't. So she picked the girl up, holding her close, and began to sing very softly, a tune in her ear that was only meant for the two of them.
I had a little daughter,
Nothing would she say
But her name Nutmeg
And that she had to have her way;
Harley Quinn escaped Arkham,
Came to visit in a whirl,
But it wasn't for the sake
Of my little nut girl.
Her legs were tired from running
But wicked was her grin,
She asked me for assistance
And knew that we would win.
I said, "We shall pull a heist now,
Steal many gold and pearls,
I'll give you my assistance
So long as nothing hurts my girl."
My girl will hide within the Iceberg,
And dance upon the sea,
And all the Bats in the air,
Will never catch me.