"So tell me, how've ya been doin'?" Harley asks me. "I've been working on writing stories." I answer. "Are there any about me?" "Well, there is this one where I meet the Gotham City Sirens and I watch them destroy the Kryptomites before they infect the people of Metropolis with various diseases." I describe my first e-diary entry. "You wrote about them?" Janice slants her head in my direction. I shrug as the red-and-black Triumph Bonneville T100 stops in an abandoned street. "When the ride comes to a complete stop, follow me." The jester instructs. Janice and I do as she says because who knows what Harley will do if we don't follow her.
We climb up the fire escape and approach a door with a cat face doorknob. Must've been Catwoman's idea... I think to myself. "Should I knock?" Janice inquires. "Whatever seems good to you, I guess." I comment. Harley pulls out a key and unlocks the door to reveal their apartment. Poison Ivy (aka Ivy or Pamela Isley or Red) stops watering a plant and rushes over to hug me. "We're so glad you're here!" Catwoman groans from the couch in a sort of friendly, yet exhausted way. "Batman's been trying to track us for a long time and we need a way to get him to back off." She confesses.
My eyes enlarge. "So I'm supposed to help you get him off your tails?!" Ivy escorts me to the couch and nods. "Selina, move over!" She commands. "I don't want to…" "Please! For the kiddies?" Harley begs sort of. Catwoman condescends to sitting without her legs sprawled on the couch and pats the empty space. "I've never been here before." I admit. Their place is like a normal apartment only that's what we see from the kitchen living room. Janice and I let our eyes explore the little things about their home. She takes out a small bag of Sunchips and takes a nibble on one of them. "Are those garden salsa?" I ask. "Yep, and no touchy!" My friend smirks.
*Magical Transition*
They show us (me and Janice) their secluded room. It has this extremely suspicious look, but that's mainly because there is nothing in it. Except the small potted plant on the left windowsill; I think it's a Venus flytrap. "Is this it? Just a room of nothingness?" She asks. "Pretty much." Harley answers. "But that's in case the cops come or something, we have a room for them to assume that we're in." Selina explains. "Then, when they come inside, all they'll see is this room!" Pamela quietly cackles. "That's nice to know." I note. "You have to not tell anyone about this, okay?" The women request and hug us gently, like mothers would in a way. "I won't say a word." I smile bold and innocently. The three grin and sigh in gratitude.
