A/N: This chapter is tentatively rated M; it really isn't that big a deal though.

What Love Is

By Semerket

Chapter 10: Coming Out of the Closet

Ivy was putting away the mop and bucket in a small janitorial room; the guards trusted her enough to allow her do that at least. It was her last day mopping floors since Harley had been out of the medical wing for a while now. If she continued without incentive Gadlow might become suspicious. She had just finished putting everything away when she heard the door click shut behind her. She spun around and was greeted by the woman that had dominated her thoughts as of late.

"Harl!" Ivy whispered, "How did you get out?"

"Jervis had an 'emergency'," Harley made quotes with her fingers, "during movie night." There was a twinkle in her eye. Ivy had always been excluded from movie night, too many subjects in close proximity for her to potentially contaminate. Not that she was interested in black and white films anyway.

Ivy grinned, "Why Harley," She said playfully, "Are you inferring that you may have done something naughty to him?"

"No." Harley closed the distance between them, "But I was hoping I could do something naughty to you, Red."

Before Ivy could respond she found Harley's lips pressed against hers and suddenly her back was slammed against the wall. The kiss was hungry and desperate. It had been so long since they'd been together; it was like a cool drink of water after wandering in a desert. When Ivy pulled back they were both panting and out of breath. After a great deal of effort, Ivy's hormone addled brain managed to form a coherent thought. "Harl," She gasped for air, "We could get caught."

"I know! Don'tcha love it?" She grinned wildly, "But don't worry. I locked the door, Red."

"But they have keys…"

Harley held up her finger- a ring of keys were dangling from it. "You mean these keys?" The blond tilted her head and pouted playfully. "I jammed one of 'em in the door." The closet locked from the inside and the outside. A lot of the rooms in Arkham doubled as panic rooms, escape attempts were so frequent.

Ivy chuckled, "You clever girl."

"Oh, Red. I've been wanting you for so long. You're all I can ever think about, and it doesn't help," She poked Ivy in the chest as she pouted, "That you insist on struttin' around with your clothes hangin' off half the time."

Logic and reason tried to rule Ivy's thought processes, but unfortunately she wasn't really a reasonable person. "This could jeopardize our escape."

Harley kissed her gently and she said softly, "And if that escape fails then we missed an opportunity ta be togetha."

Harley made a valid point! It was time to stop playing devil's advocate. Ivy leaned in and they resumed their frustrated fumbling. The cramped space of the closet made it more than a bit awkward. Without removing her lips from the redhead's, Harley began the task of unbuttoning Ivy's shirt when she finally gave up halfway and tore the rest open in annoyance.

"I always..." Ivy mumbled between kisses, "Hated. That. Shirt."

In an attempt to make the most of their space, or lack thereof, Harley steered Ivy over to a small wooden cabinet and counter. Then Harley encouraged Ivy to perch on it as she kissed and licked her way down to the redhead's chest. Trying to keep quiet was proving more and more difficult and when Harley hit a particularly sensitive bit of flesh Ivy wasn't able to stifle the loud moan that it elicited.

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"What the hell is wrong with Jervis?" Taylor came over to where several security officers were standing over the prone form of the Hatter. He was unconscious. The entire room was on lock down at the moment. Taylor rubbed his face tiredly as he stared at one of the guards expectantly.

"I dunno. He just started freaking out. Then it looked like he had a seizure or something. EMT is on the way." As if on cue, a nurse and two paramedics rushed over with a gurney.

"And you didn't see what happened?" The guard shrugged and another shook his head. "Did anyone do anything to him?"

"I can't tell. I don't think so."

"Who was sitting near him?"

The guards glanced around and pointed at the inmates that were nearby. They put their hands up. "We didn't see nuthin'."

"Yea, and even if we did we ain't tellin' you nuthin, pigs." One of them spat at their feet. The guard hit him upside the head with his baton causing the man to hit the ground. He recognized that thug as one of Joker's flunkies. Normally the common riffraff would be sent to Blackgate Penitentiary, but there were usually a few that were crazy enough to make the cut for Arkham.

Taylor looked around as Jervis was taken away. Something didn't seem right. He took a look at the chairs. Jervis has been sitting near the end of the row. There was a space directly behind him, but there was no chair. Then he noticed a chair had been moved back and into a corner. He looked at the guards, "We're missing someone, who was sitting behind him?"

The guards shrugged and one of them spoke up, "Um, I'm not s.s. …"

"Then get a damn roster!" Did he have to do everything himself? A flustered guard handed him the list. He didn't even recognize half the names on it- he usually only dealt with the block 7 rogues, not these two-bit thugs. He did pause when a name caught his eye.

"Where's Quinn?" He glanced around the room. There were only a few female patients at Arkham and they could all be counted on one hand. He didn't see any blond pigtails. Damn it!

"Shit! She's gone!" One of the guards cursed.

Taylor barked at them, "Double- no, triple the security on Joker and sound the alarms."

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Ivy's fist was tangled in the blond's hair as Harley's mouth found her center. Ivy whimpered needfully under her attentions.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

They both froze momentarily at the sound before resuming and ignoring it.

"Isley, what the hell are you doing in there?" Her guard banged on the door again, "Come out now!"

"Go away!" She husked as she felt her pulse quickening.

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"Gadlow here." The brunette picked up her phone.

"Isley's barricaded herself in a maintenance closet and she's refusing to come out," Said Pamela's guard.

"Can't you just open the door?" She rolled her eyes.

"It's been sabotaged somehow. My key isn't working."

Leslie's eyes widened and she grabbed her glasses off her desk and put them on. "Do you think she could be harming herself?"

"Hell, if I know. It'd be easier if I didn't' have to bash the door in. She did sound like she was in pain though."

"I'm on my way!"

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As Leslie made her way down the hall towards the maintenance room the alarms started blaring and flashing. "Damn it." She hoped it was unconnected, but somehow she doubted it.

Quickening her pace, she went straight up to the door and tried to yell over the alarms, "Pamela? Pamela, are you alright?" She knocked on the door frantically, but it was impossible to hear anything with the alarms roaring. She thought she could hear groaning, but she wasn't sure. Before she could say anything to Isley's guard she heard commotion down the hall as several orderlies and security personnel made their way past.

Taylor and a security guard made their way over to Leslie, but before either of them could open their mouth, the brunette snapped, "Who got out this time?"

"Quinn disappeared during the movie. We're beefing up Joker's security." Taylor answered.

She put her hands on her hips, "And how did that happen?"

The guard answered, "She did something to Jervis, used it as a distraction."

Then Leslie had a thought. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache coming on. "Turn off the alarms."

"What, but…"

"I said turn them off!" She demanded.

"With all due respect, Doctor, this is a security matter now." The guard tried to explain.

"Oh, I know exactly where she is." She said tiredly as she removed her glasses and slipped them into the pocket of her white coat.

Taylor paused and nodded to the guard. The guard said something into his walkie-talkie and the alarms shut down. Finally, it was quiet again. And then…

"Oh yes, Harley!"

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"Oh!" Ivy mewled needfully as she began climaxing. "Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh... Oooh!"

They could hear Gadlow's muffled voice from the other side of the door as she knocked on it pathetically. It was reinforced with steel, so they wouldn't be kicking it in anytime soon. "Pamela Isley, you will come out of there this instant! And you too, Harleen!" They could hear cheers coming from nearby prisoners that were hearing them.

Ivy couldn't help, but laugh. Yes, she was going to come alright. She let a loud wanton moan as her back arched and her muscles tensed. In their excitement they managed to overturn a shelf, creating a loud clattering noise as the bottles of cleaning solvents tumbled to the floor.

Gadlow was saying something else, but it was likely irrelevant as the only thing of importance was the fact that Harley was kissing her again. She could taste herself on Harley's lips. She stroked the blond's face gently, "Harley, I…I…"

There was more banging on the door. She recognized the voice as Taylor's, "Get yourselves decent! Now!"

Harley silenced her with a kiss. "I know, Red." They stared at each other lovingly for a few seconds. Ivy pulled her into an embrace and just held her. There was more banging. "We'll have more time togetha once we get outta here."

Ivy sighed, "I know. It just seems so far away."

Harley kissed her again and giggled. "Red, you taste like Kool-Aid again!"

"Why do you always say that?" Harley was so strange sometimes.

"Because it's the truth," she punctuated her words with a kiss. "You. Taste. Like. Kool-Aid." Harley kissed her again as she ignored the doctor's muffled complaints. "And I love it."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, "Whatever, dear."

"I'm serious, Red. Whenever you get turned on you start to taste like nectar or something. I mean you are like a giant flower, right?"

Ivy laughed at Harley's weirdness… or was it cuteness? They tended to go hand and hand as far as the blond was concerned. After gently stroking the blond's face one more time, she started looking around for her clothes. "I suppose I need to get dressed."

Harley was still wearing her uniform. She reached down and picked up Red's clothing. She handed Ivy her shirt and pants, while she buttoned her own shirt back up.

"Isley!" She recognized that voice as Taylor's.

Ivy snapped in annoyance. "You can stop interrupting now! We're on our way out." Couldn't they see this was private time? Fools, all of them!

They both straightened themselves out and Harley moved to open the door. Just as she was about to grip the door knob Ivy stopped her and pulled her in for a searing kiss. She wasn't sure when the next time would be. Harley moaned into the kiss as she returned it. Ivy backed her against the door.

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"Oh, Red…"

Gadlow rolled her eyes as she heard Harley's muffled voice on the other side of the door. She'd thought they'd be finished by now. In the meantime she'd sent one of the guards to get a drill for the door. It clearly wasn't worth waiting for them to come out since they were planning on taking their own sweet time. Leslie had better things to do than listen to this, and never mind that the guard must have been asleep to not see Quinn sneak into the closet. There would be several dismissals for this; she would make sure of it.

The guard held the power tool up almost in triumph and moved to the door, Gadlow nodded and he quickly drilled out the lock and moved away. Then another guard yanked the door open, causing a startled Ivy and Harley to come tumbling out into the hallway. They were a hot mess as their hair was quite wild and their clothes were impossibly wrinkled. Ivy's shirt was hanging open from where Harley had torn the buttons off.

Ivy licked her green lips as she noticed their audience. She purred, "That was hardly necessary."

Harley was staring at Leslie upside-down from her position on the floor. She was on her back. "Whatsup, Doc?" The blond chirped happily. She was beaming like a person that had just had great sex.

Taylor yanked Ivy up, pulling them apart, and a security guard grabbed Harley.

"Mr. Taylor, escort them to the showers to get cleaned up."

"Yes, Doctor."

Harley beamed and said suggestively to Ivy, "Oooh! We get to take a showah now…"

"Separate showers." Gadlow clarified. She tried to be angry, but honestly she was just relieved that Harley hadn't tried to release the Joker and that Pamela wasn't trying to commit suicide or something equally gruesome. Perhaps they were good for each other even if they were irritating.

"Aw." The blond pouted.

"I think you're all overreacting." Ivy explained nonchalantly, "If this facility was set up properly for conjugal visits then we wouldn't have to resort to this."

Gadlow replied, "You don't get conjugal visits, Pamela."

She batted her eyes at the brunette as they walked, "Are you sure, Leslie? When I heard you banging on the door I thought you might like to join us."

The redhead could hear Harley snickering. Gadlow blushed in embarrassment. "Be quiet, Pamela." She rubbed her throbbing temples, "Just… be quiet."

"There's no need to be jealous, Leslie. I am quite beautiful as-"

"I am well aware. Yes. Thank you, Pamela, for being so thoughtful regarding this matter." Gadlow said sarcastically.

Two-Face was buckled over in stitches as they cut through the rogue cell block on their way towards the showers, "I think I speak for all of us when I say that in the interest of everyone's mental health, you really should keep those two in the same cell from now on."

Gadlow ignored him.

"Put 'em in the same cell!" Another inmate yelled.

'Same cell!'

Then it quickly devolved into chanting as they headed down the halls.

'Same cell!'

Ivy glanced over at Gadlow. "They're right you know. Situations like this could be avoided entirely if you'd just let us stay in the same cell."

"If you say one more word, you will never leave your cell again, Ms. Isley." Gadlow said it calmly, but Ivy could tell she was pissed because she used her last name.

"It's not her fault, ya know. The guards did lemme escape." Harley offered. The sad truth was that Harley was right. It was the guard's failure to supervise them that resulted in this latest incident.

'Same cell!'

Ignoring Harley's remarks she addressed Taylor, "Take them back to their cells once they get cleaned up. And make sure they get new uniforms."

"Yes, Doctor."

'Same! Cell!'

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Word had spread quickly about Harley and Ivy's erotic escapades, though the story did seem to change a little each time. Some rumors had them placed in the kitchen and the cafeteria, others in the laundry, or during group therapy, but one thing was certain: it eventually got back to the Joker.