-The Hideout-

Harley sat on the bed in the middle of the room as she watched Ivy kneel on the floor in front of various shrubs. She reached out and rhythmically stroked one of the shrubs tenderly. Harley bit her lip until Ivy unsheathed a pair of sheers and began pruning.

Harley smiled and slunk toward the vixen, "Ivy?" she asked seductively.

"Yes?" Ivy responded, feeding the blonde a quick glance.

"I was thinking..." Harley said leaning forward, "Maybe we could go to the movies... Sit in a nice dark theatre... Just the two of us..." she placed her hands on Ivy's shoulders, "Maybe... Plow the field..."

"Sorry Harl, but my fern doesn't need misting right now," Ivy stated keeping her focus on the task at hand, "Besides, wouldn't you prefer a nice thick root?"

Harley turned away from the other woman, "Not if it's with you..." she whispered softly.

-Early The Next Morning-

In a rundown apartment, in the heart of Gotham city lived one man with his best and only friend. The man was a meek individual who was currently sprawled on the bed in the middle of studio apartment. The man reached out for his friend and found his bed empty.

"Early to bed early to rise and all that... Wouldn't you say so Scarface?" a frightening voice asked.

Wekser's head snapped up to see the Joker sitting on a chair at the foot of his bed, Scarface sitting atop his lap.

"Dummy! I can't feel my legs!" Scarface exclaimed as his jaw remained slack.

"Mr. Scarface!" Wekser reached out for his beloved employer.

Joker pulled the crime boss just out of the older man's reach, "Now... Now, tell me what I want to know," he said, a crazed smile on his face.

"Hands off the merchandise punk," Scarface said, his head slumping to the left, "Don't tell him nothing."

"Punk? You wound me Scarface," Joker said with a grin, "But not as much as I'm going to wound you if your flunkey doesn't talk..."

"What... What do you want to know?" Wekser asked meekly.

Joker leaned forward, his grin shifting into a scowl, "Where is Poison Ivy?"

-Meanwhile-

"How am I supposed to know where she is!?" Dick exclaimed throwing his arms into the air.

"I thought you were stepping out of the Batman's shadow!" Barbara exclaimed glaring at the taller male.

At that moment, Alfred walked into the kitchen to see the young couple at each other's throats, "My word... How long have they been like this?" he asked, shocked the couple continued exchanging insults.

"For two bowls of cereal."

Alfred looked to the kitchen table to see Tim sitting atop the table eating a bowl of cereal while watching the exchange intently.

"You're so smart, you figure out where they are!" Dick said as he stormed out of the room.

"Master Dick," Alfred said as he reached out for the young man.

"Let him go, Alfred," Barbara said, a look of hurt staining her face.

-Later that evening-

Ivy closed her eyes as the water from the showerhead cascaded over her body, she stood in the center of the tub simply allowing her body to bask in the moisture and humidity of the bathroom. After several moments, she had finally had her fill and turned off the shower. She got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her chest and walked out of the room only to see the Joker sitting in a chair staring at her.

Ivy was unnerved as his stare bore through her eyes, normally when a man stared at her it was aimed toward her bountiful chest or shapely backside. But not this man... Logic did not dictate to this man, for this man could be the devil himself.

"Joker," Ivy said turning her nose up at the bleached man.

"I'm taking back what's mine," Joker said never cracking a smile.

"And just what..." Ivy started before being interrupted.

"Hey Red..." Harley stated meekly.

"You want Harley?" Ivy questioned glaring daggers at the man, "Need your punching bag back or do you just miss having a footstool?"

Joker's lip twitched not into a smile but into a sneer, "Girly... It's time to teach you who goes bump in the night."

-That night-

Nightwing had taken to the rooftops to cool off, as soon as his foot touched a solid surface he took off into a sprint until he reached the edge of the current roof and then with all his might he would leap to the next.

As he approached the next building something in the sky caught his eye.

"The bat-signal," he said in a low tone.

He sprinted toward the police department, leapt off the current roof and deployed his artificial wings, choosing to glide to his new target. After but a few brief moments in the air he touched down on the roof with a practiced grace.

"Not who I was expecting," a familiar voice called out, "But beggars can't be choosers."

"Ivy..." he said as she walked into sight wearing a long trench coat, "What are you doing up here?"

Ivy shrugged with one arm, "Just thought I'd say 'hi' to my favorite man in black..." she said with a smirk, "But I guess you'll have to do."

"Where's Harley?" he asked taking a defensive stance, "Finally grind her up for mulch?"

"Do you even see me as a person?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's not fair Ivy," he said shaking his head.

"Why isn't it!? You give me one good reason!" she snapped at him.

"Well... For one..." he started rubbing the back of his neck, "You've been trying to kill me since I was eleven..."

"Not like it was personal..." she said offhandedly, "I wasn't sitting at home coming up with ways to kill the Boy Wonder..."

"Kinda shocked you didn't say blunder," he said with a small smile.

"Well, I've lost a lot of blood tonight," she said leaning against the wall.

"Enough to tell me why you broke into Gotham P.D. just to turn on the Bat-signal?" he questioned closing the gap between them.

Ivy removed her trench coat revealing that her left arm had been amputated at the elbow. She remained silent as she slid down the wall into a sitting position.

"Who did it?" Nightwing asked sitting next to the villainess.

"It will grow back," Ivy replied removing the tourniquet to show him the regeneration.

"Aren't you in pain?" Nightwing asked in a concerned tone.

"A small price to pay to escape with my life," Ivy said resting her head on Nightwing's shoulder, "Don't leave me yet."

"You think I'd leave you?" he asked with a small smile, "I'm the hero of this story."

"It might be a mixture of the pain and chlorophyll but in this light you're kind of cute," Ivy said closing her eyes.

"I… have someone…" Nightwing said hesitantly.

"And I have a vibrator, doesn't mean I'm happy," she said in an almost vulnerable tone.

"I thought you and Harley…" Nightwing trailed off.

"Harley went back to that bleached idiot…" Ivy said with an unconvincing shrug.

"You don't have to put on the front with me, I know how much she means to you," Nightwing said placing his head on top of hers.

"You sound like you speak from experience," Ivy said inching closer to the hero.

"Experience can be the death of us all," he stated with a sigh.

"That cackling moron is going to be the death of her..." she groaned out, "I wish I never met her."

"You don't mean that," he replied sternly, "She's your best friend."

Ivy shook her head, "No she's not, she means much more to me than that and it took that fool cleaving off my arm and beating her black and blue in front of me for me to realize it," she said fighting away tears.

"What could you have done differently?" Nightwing asked softly.

Ivy steeled her gaze, "Not a damn thing... but I can do something now."