The New Normal

Ivy leaned her shoulder against the door frame that lead into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. She stared at Harley still asleep, her legs and arms eventually pushing the blankets off her body. A thought popped into her mind that she thinks Harley would really love. She slowly walked over to the bed, crawling on the mattress and slowly spreading Harley's legs open, so as to not wake her up quite yet. She softly kissed the blonde's legs, moving upwards. The closer she got, the more Harley seemed to unconsciously giggle and squirm. It wasn't long until Ivy's kisses were right next to Harley's pussy.

Then Ivy decided to go all in and press her lips against Harley's pussy. As she was pushing her tongue inside, Harley let out a mixture of a gasp and a laugh as she quickly woke up, her arms reaching backward to grab onto the headboard. She squirmed and giggled, enjoying every movement that Ivy's tongue was making inside her body. Due to the magical potion wearing off not too long ago, Harley's pussy was extra sensitive, quickly getting ready to release all over Ivy.

The redhead seemed to sense that, pulling her mouth off and using her bare hand to furiously rub Harley's pussy. Harley's moans increased in volume, her body shivering in anticipation until at last, she started squirting all over Ivy's face. Ivy had to close her eyes in surprise, Harley's body arching upwards as she felt herself climax so quickly and furiously.

Eventually, Harley couldn't squirt anymore and her body sank back into the mattress, with Ivy straightening up on her knees, pushing back some hair that got in the splash zone. Looking down at her, Harley sheepishly smiled and even seemed to blush a little as she started their first conversation of the day. "Sorry."

"You do realize that I just got out the shower, right?" While Ivy might have sounded annoyed, Harley spot a small grin before she got off the bed and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and cleaning her face. Harley sat up in bed, watching the back of Ivy as she cleaned up. She noticed a different look on her redheaded friend. No skin-tight black look, just a green one piece that manages to cover her breasts, no straps, and her ass while still showing off her beautiful legs.

"You got a new look there Red." Harley smiled.

"Your not the only one who has multiple looks." After trying to dry off her hair, she turned around and leaned back on the bathroom sink as she dried off her hands. "So…now that we're here…I honestly don't know what to do with myself?"

"You can still do what you regularly do." Harley got up and walked over into the bathroom, grabbing the towel from Ivy and drying off her thighs.

"Harley, the things I would normally do would no doubt label me a terrorist."

"Not to everyone."

"I will to those that matter." She crossed her arms and leaned her head back in contemplation. "God, this idea of settling down seems so fucking ridiculous right now."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear anything like that from your mouth ever again!" Harley instantly shot up, pressing her finger against Ivy's chest, a look of borderline anger nearly scaring Ivy to death. Sometimes she forgets just how intimidating her friend can truly be.

"Sorry Harley. I just feel like I don't have a purpose anymore."

Quinn's face softened and she lowered her hand. "I know what you mean. That's something I have too much familiarity with." She rubbed Ivy's arms. "You were there for me whenever I needed someone, so I will be here for you. Just tell me what you need."

Ivy took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling as she contemplated. "Honestly, I think I just need to go outside. Get familiar with where we are. Maybe then something could come to me. It's at least a starting point."

"Now that's what I like to hear!" Harley's smile somehow managed to get Ivy to crack a small one herself. "I will be right in this cabin the entire day. Except when I have to go to town to get groceries."

"Please don't wear anything that would make other look at you."

"Red…" Harley took a step back, using her hands to show off her still naked body. "Come on. Your asking way too much from me!"

"I meant don't wear anything that will have people recognize your Harley Quinn." As Ivy walked past her, she slapped Harley's ass.

"If you find Narnia, come back and grab me! I will NOT forgive you if you go there without me!" Harley started her morning routine in the bathroom as Ivy went through the back and started walking outside.

For a moment, she just stood there and let wind wash over her. Staring out at the lake, she felt a sense of peace fill her up. It may not be what she was looking for, but like she said earlier, it was a start. She could hear all the plants that surround the lake, welcoming her to their home. She can even hear the plant life from the nearby town, which was bigger than she thought.

As she walked forward little more, she could feel the cool embrace of the grass on her feet. Deciding to go to her left, she entered the forest and had the vines carry her deeper into the surrounding nature. Through communicating with the trees, she became familiar with everything that would become her new and permanent home. At least, that's what Harley wants.

Sitting on a branch, Ivy took a rest and contemplated her future. She wants nothing but to be with Harley. But in this moment, it still feels like being with her would conflict with the sense of duty she constantly feels throughout her life. The duty to stand for all plants and for nature against the corruptive and destructive behavior of mankind.

Looking back on her life, she found herself going up against everyone. Governments of the world, the Justice League, even people who initially stood with her. Ivy admits, she has taken a lot of extreme action that put a lot of people in danger. People that, she can now admit, didn't deserve what happened or would have happened if others haven't intervened.

Jeez Pam, you sure know how to look on the bright side. She ran her hands through her hair, nearing what feels like an existential crisis. But then she heard something from a little way away. Staying within the branches, she walked over to see what exactly caused it.

Once she got there and stood on a high branch, she saw a group of girl scouts in a small campground. As Ivy looked down at them, engaging in their activities, she thought about her own childhood. Her father was a violent brute of a man; any care he might have had never broke through the surface. Other people who would try to analyze her and "help" her tried saying that he did really care her in his own twisted way. Was that supposed to make everything he did all right? Was that supposed to bring comfort to her after he finally gave her mother more than what she could handle.

Thoughts of her father quickly lead to memories of college. Memories of the infamous Dr. Jason Woodrue. Ivy shivered and her skin turned green. Just even thinking the name gets to her. She could still feel where his hands grabbed her, where his lips were…

No! Stop doing this to yourself! Ivy furiously shook her head, trying to get the memories out of her mind. You've been working on this! He no longer has any control over you. Your better than you've ever been.

But as she tried to tell herself that, she couldn't help but doubt herself. She has been on the run, fighting against those that people see as the real heroes…yet, she still finds herself wanting to go back to it, despite the situation Harley has created for them. Why?

She turned slightly, pressing her back against the tree as she remained standing on the branch, crossing her arms. Looking back on her experiences, most of those she found herself fighting against were men. Batman, Superman…it seemed a little on the nose that these guys had the word 'man' in their names, but Ivy seemed to have finally found what she was looking for.

Maybe part of the reason why she wants to keep fighting isn't so much for the plants but because she desires to strike back against men in power. It made sense from a certain perspective. Maybe Harley, being the actual psychiatrist, would actually agree with this.

Ivy looked back down, watching the girl scouts. The adults actually seem to be engaged with the children, teaching them about how to respect their environment. Might be a little too elementary for someone like her, but Ivy could see herself in that kind of position. A little less extreme, but it still served the same purpose. Plus, there could be some other opening in the nearby town that could help Ivy find something that fits her interests.

Pondering over her possible future, she decided to leave the girl scouts and start making her way back home. She was going slower on her way back, going over her thoughts to make sure that she has thought about everything. When she got to the backyard of her new cabin, Ivy landed back down on the ground and turned to look through the windows inside the building.

She could see Harley. Not clearly, Ivy was still a little ways away, but she saw her doing something inside. Looking at her, Ivy found herself way more comfortable about her new situation. I'm not alone. Harley must feel like me, despite her show of confidence. I just need to talk to her. And she will, walking across the grass to step back inside the cabin.


After Ivy had left that morning, Harley decided to spend most of the morning playing with her hair. She stayed in the bathroom as Ivy went out the back door and got her supplies out. It was difficult doing it herself, but she wanted it to be a surprise.

She brought her head up to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The ends of her blonde hair were no different colors. She fixed them into pigtails, the right pigtail having the half of her hair where the ends were dyed pink, the left pigtail having the hair where the ends of her hair were dyed blue. There were some strands on hair in between the pigtails that ended up being dyed. But there was still a whole lot of blonde left, which Harley always felt represented her true inner self. So why did she dye any part of her hair? Well, she thought she would look cute.

Looking at herself, Harley smiled. She went back to the bedroom to find something to throw on. After finding some skinny jeans and a black short-sleeved top, she put on some earrings and decided to go out the front and walk towards town. Putting her hands in her pockets, she found herself going inside her own head.

This is great! Finally doing this! I should be excited, not…Harley's smile slowly melted, her face one of subtle concern. There was a time where Harley's life was defined by her profession. Then Mistah J showed up at Arkham and her well seemed to be redefined. It took a while-too long if you asked Ivy-but she found herself realizing he had done more harm to her than good.

Now she finally holds the reins to her own life, and all she can think about is how long it would take before she screws it up. She rubbed her forehead in frustration. She thought getting away from him would brighten her life, help her give her life a new direction.

Before she knew it, she found herself in the heart of the small nearby town. The weekend traffic caught her by surprise a little bit, nearly bumping into several people as she tried to gain her bearings. She looked around and located the grocery store and walked inside, grabbing a cart and slowly going through the aisles.

She tried and picked out stuff that Ivy wouldn't have any complaints about. But there was no doubt that Harley ended up getting some food she knew only she would eat. She ended up at the back of the store, where all the frozen food was located. Harley turned to her side and leaned against the cart, placing her elbow on top of it. She stood there, mindlessly looking at what was in front of her. It was a shock when she felt her cart suddenly pushed against her, nearly falling on her ass.

"Fuck!" Harley turned to grab onto her cart with both hands, stopping it from moving backward. "Watch where your going!"

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" As Harley finally focused on the girl behind the cart that crashed into hers, she found her anger quickly disappearing. Sweatpants and a hoodie with the hood covering her head and sunglasses on her face. Harley knew that outfit too damn well to just leave her alone.

"It-don't worry about it. Honey, it wasn't your fault." Harley got out from behind her cart and walked towards the woman.

"No, it was! I should have watched where I was going…" The woman tried moving to her left, only to instantly realize there was no space behind her, just frozen meat.

"I'm not talking about the carts. Well, I technically am, but it isn't just about that. As a doctor, I can easily tell what your hiding under here." Harley grabbed the woman's sunglasses, revealing a real nasty black eye underneath. She could also tell this wasn't the woman's first. "What's your name honey?"

"Uh…Diane." Keeping her hood up, she kept eye contact with Harley, despite clearly not wanting to. The former Arkham psychiatrist was clearly in charge of this conversation.

"Nice to meet you Diane. Tell me, how long have you two been together?" Harley used her eyes to try and let Diane know that she can tell her anything without being too assertive.

"A-a couple of years…" One of Diane's hands let go of the cart to rub her other arm. She was still nervous, but Harley's eye trick seemed to be working.

"Honey, you know he shouldn't be doing this-" Harley used Diane's sunglasses that she was still holding to point to her black eye. "-to you. You have to get out of this."

"Easy for you to say. Someone on the outside. He cares!" Diane's softly spoken declaration didn't seem to be as convincing to herself as it used to be. Harley could tell by the tone she used.

Harley reached forward to place her hand on top of Diane's, the one still holding onto her cart. "I know because I've been in it. And it lasted a lot longer than a couple of years. I used to say the same thing too."

Diane sensed the empathy in Harley's voice, subtlety reacting in a positive manner, letting Harley continue. "He and I had a lot of laughs. Honestly, that was probably one of the biggest things that I turned to to convince myself of my own delusion. But I got to a point where I simply couldn't stay with him any longer."

"I'm guessing he didn't like your decision."

"No-but it wasn't because he cared about me. It was because he cared about the power he had over me."

"He…he gets worse in the bedroom…" Harley used her free hand to rub Diane's back, urging her to continue. "He makes us do it every night. He would tie me up, but it was never tight enough to stop me from trying to fight back…but I think he wanted me to." Diane tried fighting back a few tears. "I think it turns him on. Oh God, he gets off on me struggling against him!"

Harley wrapped her arms around Diane, who rested her head against Harley's shoulder, softly letting a few tears run down her face. Harley let her do this in silence, knowing how much Diane needed to do this. Years of pent up emotion has to have some sort of release.

"Diane, you need to leave him." Harley spoke as Diane's crying seemed to calm down a little bit. "You have anyone you can go to?"

"M-my parents…" Diane brought her head away from Harley's shoulder and Diane wiped a few tears away. "But, what if he comes? What will I do?"

"I can honestly say that I don't know." Harley said. "But that shouldn't discourage from finding yourself, from finding…happiness." Harley felt a soft smile form on her face, realizing she needed to hear this as well. "The most important part of the journey is the beginning. Grab your stuff, go to your parents and talk to them. They can help you through this."

Diane simply nodded, which was all Harley needed from her. She handed her the sunglasses back. Harley grabbed her cart and walked to the checkout line. She knew she hadn't gotten everything she needed. She knew that chances are, she will never come across Diane again, never really find out what happened to her. Unless the worst case scenario happens and she learns from the news. But Harley was stuck in her head, trying to process the words she herself just said.

As she walked back to the cabin, Harley realized just how scared she really was. She insisted Ivy that what they were doing was the best thing they could do. She still believed that, despite how afraid she felt. But she knew that this has to be addressed, she knows that she has to communicate her feelings. In the back of her head, she always knew she had to have this conversation with Ivy.

She walked in through the front door. Putting the bags on the counter, she slowly started pulling everything out. She almost didn't even notice the back door slowly open and close, the figure taking a few steps towards her before stopping a few feet behind Harley.

"Hey there!" While she wasn't smiling, Harley tried to sound like she was. "How are all my babies doing?"

"The hyenas are outside." Ivy said.

"Good. They need the exercise and the fresh air." Harley kept pulling food out of the bags until Ivy stepped forward and gently grabbed Harley's arm to stop her.

"Harley, talk. Did someone upset you?" Ivy asked with concern.

"There…was this woman. Diane. She is in the same situation I was. I told her what she should do."

"Well, that's good, right? You know what she needs to hear more than anyone."

"Yea." Harley turned around, forcing Ivy to let go of Harley. The blonde leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in distress. "Ivy…I don't know what I want." The redhead didn't say anything, but she didn't need to just yet. She stood in front of Harley, grabbing her hips as the Joker's former girl continued talking. "I had someone define who I was for years, telling me what I need to do, how to do it. It took way too long to realize how unhealthy that was. But now that I'm-that WE-are here, I suddenly realize that I have no idea what I want to do!"

"Harley…why didn't you say this earlier?" Ivy's voice softened.

"Because I told you that I was so sure, and I thought that if you knew how I actually felt…I don't know, maybe you would just desert me, leave me here all alone!" Harley tried to laugh in an attempt to not cry. Ivy brought her arms up and brought Harley in for a tight hug. Harley dug her face into Ivy's shoulder, letting those tears out.

"I will never do that! I know what I said earlier today and I'm now realizing how that might have sounded. But I had my own thinking afterwards."

"Uh huh?" Harley mumbled.

Ivy pulled Harley off, holding onto her arms as Ivy made direct eye contact. Harley sniffled a little bit before the woman in green spoke. "We're damaged. There's no getting around that. Everything we have done have been because other people-people that we have trusted-used us for their own agendas. We have to be better than what we were."

"So…what are you saying?" Harley asked.

"I'm saying that I'm in this for the long haul. I WANT to change my life, as drastically as I have to. In fact…" Ivy smiled. "I need to get involved in this town's community. I need a job."

Harley smiled back, happy that Ivy seemed to be serious about what she just said. Suddenly, a thought appeared and Harley let out a loud gasp, taking Ivy by surprise as she let go of Harley. "You should be a teacher! A science teacher!"

"Wow, OK! I see that came to you easier than it did to me. A teacher?" Ivy flipped her hair and thought for a moment. "That's…not bad. I will have to create an identity and a resume that won't attract attention. But yeah, that's doable."

Harley grabbed onto Ivy's hips and planted a big kiss on her. She instantly returned the action, pulling Harley into her as the two women kissed in a tight passionate embrace.

As the kiss finally broke, Ivy grabbed some of Harley's hair and played with it a bit in her hand. "I see you had a little fun today."

Harley grinned. "Is it too obvious? Blah, I don't care! I think it makes me look super cute!"

"Well, I can't say your wrong about that." Ivy laughed a little as Harley went overboard in her facial expressions, trying too hard to look cute.

After a little bit of that, Harley's face relaxed before heading to the other side of the counter and started putting the food away. As she did that Ivy, got her own little idea.

"You know what you could do? Be an author!"

"Yea, I'm sure my work about the psychology of supervillains would be accepted by the medical community, especially considering I'm a disgraced psychiatrist that turned into one and had her medical license revoked."

"I meant fiction smart mouth!" Ivy walked backwards until she fell into the couch, looking towards Harley in the kitchen. "You could use your stories to help others realize that they don't just have to take shit from anyone."

"You mean use books that could help inspire people to change their lives for the better?" Harley looked up and towards Ivy.

"Yea, why not? You're smart and imaginative, you can find a way to entertain and help in the same book."

Harley thought for a moment. "I could use a fake name, like Mark Twain…yea, I wanna do this shit!"

Ivy waited because she knew what Harley was going to do next. She rushed over and practically jumped into Ivy's arms, getting on top to make out a little more with her partner. Ivy grabbed and squeezed Harley's ass as the blonde wrapped her tongue around Ivy's.

After a few minutes, Harley pulled back. "Actually, if you don't mind, I don't feel this is a fuck-like-silly night. I'm getting more of a stay-on-the-couch-and-watch-TV kind of vibe."

"That sounds perfect." Harley grabbed the remote and found something to mindlessly watch, resting on her side and grabbing Ivy's arm and having her wrap it around her body. Snuggle up close to Harley, Ivy kissed the back of her lover's neck as she relaxed and enjoyed the mindless dribble. She didn't care what they were doing, she was just happy that they were together and working out their new lives.