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Kind

When Harley comes up to Ivy's Greenhouse with a beeping GPS device in hand, she doesn't know what to feel. Ivy is a good-friend, and Harley knows that she wouldn't have harmed Harry if she saw the tattoo, regardless of the fact that he was a man.

But if the poison got to him before Ivy could...

Harley grits her teeth at the thought then stubbornly pushes it aside as she storms into the green-house without knocking.

The sight that greets her makes her jaw drop.

A little ways from her among the potted plants was Harry: he was wearing gardening gloves and some dirt as he handled Ivy's plants...

Ok. The kid was crazy - like, suicidal crazy. Harley is still having a hard time believing what she is seeing when a familiar smokey voice teases behind her: "You always did know how to make an entrance."

Spinning around, Harley comes face-to-face with the lovely red-head and sputters while pointing towards Harry: "Red - you - he..."

"He is quite talented, isn't he?" Ivy hums, looking perfectly calm and amused by Harley's dumbstruck expression. "You know - I think he's the first young man I met with an appreciation for flowers outside of handing them to women so that they can die a week later." The woman's green eyes fixate on the boy handling an orchid with tenderness.

Following her gaze, Harley feels most of her shock wear away to suspicion. "You made him immune?"

"Well - he wanted to help, and he was useful. So, yes..."

Harley cuts Ivy off. "Wait - you're letting him help you with your babies? Your pride and joy? You are letting him -" Here Harley jabbed her thumb in Harry's direction, her eyes narrowed as she assesses Ivy - looking for anything to show her the red-heads motives. "A man, tend your plants? Why?"

"Harry isn't most men." Ivy states after a moment, her expression strangely thoughtful and open as she looked over at the green-eyed young man.

Harley, however, was beginning to feel the familiar itch of the green monster. "What is that supposed to mean?" She tried to keep the venom in her voice to a minimum - but failed.

Ivy's eyes cut into her like a gardening spade, and a small smirk curled her lips: "What's wrong Quinn? I thought you only got like this with your 'Puddin'." The distaste put into that one word was evident, however the teasing lite to her voice was back as she cast her gaze over to Harry. "But if I had to pick - I'd say Harry is much, much more deserving of it just based on appearance alone. Have you seen those eyes? The greenest grass can't compare -"

She sighs and Harley, despite knowing that the woman was mocking her (or perhaps for that reason) snaps: "My Puddin has green hair..."

"Yes - along with no eyebrows, a mouth that would have dentists running, and do I even have to mention his eyes?" Ivy states factually, raising an eyebrow in challenge even as she carries on. "Plus - he's way older than you - while Harry is young, and his eyebrows not only exist, but happen to be a lovely feature on his gorgeous face." Her green eyes look over to Harry on the other side of the Greenhouse; still blissfully oblivious to their conversation.

Harley follows her gaze, taking in the way the light touched his mess of dark hair and the greenery around made his eyes seem even brighter. He looked...lovely, even in his peace. "You just say that because he hasn't opened his mouth." The blonde states with a huff, meeting Ivy's eyes.

Actually, he has." Ivy stated, surprising Harley. "And I have found him to be quite...kind."

"Kind?" Harley repeats, not quite believing that word was escaping her lips.

Ivy shrugs. "Yes; kind."

"No one is kind here, Ivy." Harley snorts after a long moment, thinking this must be some sort of joke Red was playing on her. "They wouldn't survive. That's what you told me."

"Yet here he is, breathing." Ivy says thoughtfully, making the laughter die on Harley's lips.

Despite the uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach, the blonde manages to scoff. "He's a sarcastic little shit..."

"He thought I was his mom." Ivy tells her - the sudden and strange statement causes the breath to leave Harley's lungs for a moment. Before she can gain it back, Ivy is speaking with a very thoughtful and (Harley is stunned to see) almost soft expression. "I was going to kill him at first. But, before he lost consciousness from the poison, he called me mom. You should have seen his face Harley. He looked so young. So hopeful and desperate...He looked at me like I was the whole world. I couldn't kill him - I didn't want to." The red-head shrugs in an attempt to look indifferent, but Harley can't quite manage to close her mouth. Ivy's next words don't help this problem. "When he woke up - he realized I wasn't her almost right away. But - he still told me my greenhouse was amazing."

Ivy looks quite pleased at this fact - but Harley was never one who was afraid to rain on other's parade. "So? What does that have to do with kindness?" Harley makes sure to spit the word out; puts all her contempt and fury into it...

Ivy merely sighs, offering a slight smile. "Oh Harley - you know as well as I do that people who have gained hope only to have it taken away in a split second will not forgive those who have, unintentional or not, taken it away."

"But he did." Harley whispers, all the fight leaving her body as her eyes move to linger on Harry.

Ivy hums. "Yes..." Her voice suddenly becomes strangely sharp: "So don't let your Puddin' lay a finger on him."

"What?" Harley demanded, her voice rising in disbelief and anger only to be cut off.

"He's destroyed pretty much everything good in this city - then built it all back up only so that he could raze it again." Ivy snaps heatedly, inclining her head in Harry's direction. "I don't want that to happen to Harry."

Disbelief floods through Harley at the ferocity in Ivy's voice as she defends Harry. The kid had been there for maybe an hour! Not to mention that Ivy hated most men on principle as they tended to kill her babies - or at least, she used to. Harley scowls, even if Red was for some reason deciding to make Harry an exception to her rules, that didn't mean she got the right to break some of Harley's. "You can't tell me..."

"Yes I can tell you. Sure, you don't have to listen - but you will." Ivy says calmly. Her gaze suddenly making Harley feel uncomfortably exposed. "He would have been dead by now if you really still wanted to break him; tossed away like a toy that wouldn't quite work how you wanted it to. Wouldn't he have, Harley?

To that, Harley has no answer.


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