POISONOUS

Poison Ivy's Perspective:

For the first time, Harley was worried. Normally she's bouncing along playing with her hair and doesn't care about anything. Something was different about her.

This I knew.

"Thanks for saving me by the way" I smiled at her. It was the least I could say for saving my life.

"Don't mention it, Red. I gotcha back ya know that" she smiled back.

"But I'd really love to get out of here, it's giving me chills" I said.

"Yeah, I've had enough'a these places for one day" she paused and turned to me. "But how did ya manage to get yourself in that position anyway?" "I thought ya hid in a garden and sang to yourself all day"

We walked out of the Hospital building and continued talking outside.

I giggled "Not quite" I sighed. "I was minding my own business at the Botanical Gardens when Joker asked me for help"

"He asked you for help? If I find out he's been behind this I'm gonna-" she was starting to get angry.

I interrupted her. "As I was saying...Joker asked me for help to find you. He's worried about you, Harley." "But I had to decline his invitation because earlier I got a call from Batman saying he needed my help. He said to meet him in Gotham General Hospital."

"And you didn't find it suspicious that B-man wanted help?"

"It wasn't the first time he's asked for my help." "So...naturally I told Joker I was busy, he had Catwoman anyway so he was fine. But it wasn't until I got to the hospital that I realized it was a trap. I was drugged and then before I knew it, you rescued me from that operating room."

"So it wasn't B-man?" Harley asked me curiously.

"No, clearly someone faked his voice or maybe even forced him to say it to get me out of my gardens and walk straight into the trap."

"But why did they want you specifically? I thought ya weren't the sort of girl who gets kidnapped all the time?"

"True, but the XOS formula like you said would've killed me. I'm dangerous when I'm angry, they were either manipulating me so they could take advantage of my plants or wanting to get rid of me so I wasn't a threat anymore." I sighed again, looking at Harley. "I overheard them talking, they were coming for you next. And then Selina."

"Why only the females?" she asked.

"I don't know" I said.

It was really suspicious, and I intended to find out what was going on. Not only this, but that bastard Maxwell Wright had a few questions to answer. And I knew he wasn't going to come quietly.

That's fine by me.

"I organized us some transport. Problem is though, you probably won't like the chauffeur" I said, pointing at the vehicle.

There it was, the legendary Batmobile. The caped crusader. The Dark Knight himself came to my aid when I was the damsel in distress. I gave him a discreet signal to follow just in case I was ever in trouble. He always turns up unannounced, but this time... I needed his help.

Batman stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the door where me and Harley were standing. He didn't seem pleased. But that was understandable, two criminals for the price of one but he knew he didn't have any authority over me this time. I had a real reason for his detective expertise.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I got caught in a trap and nearly died...but yeah I'm fine" I replied.

"What?"

"You called me and said you needed help and that you wanted to meet me in Gotham General Hospital. Or at least...I think it was you" I explained.

"That wasn't me. Someone tricked you."

"No shit, bat-brain" Harley interrupted our conversation.

"And why is Harley here?" he asked, looking at Harley's awkward smile.

"It's a long story"

"I rescued her!" Harley said proudly.

"Hmmph. I didn't realize Joker abandoned Harley like that"

"Hey! Mistah J didn't abandon me!" Harley butted in.

"Harley...I literally just said Joker was worried about you, but if he didn't abandon you then we wouldn't be in this situation. Would we?"

Harley stood there sulking to herself. I think she knew that Joker didn't care about her anymore, but she wouldn't give up on him. Despite all the horrible things he's done to her...she always goes back for more.

"Listen, I don't normally ask for help but I'm really concerned...when Harley rescued me from the operating theatre we saw verses of poems written on the walls. But we think it's someone called Doctor Maxwell Wright. Do you know that name"

"Yes. Known criminal, doctor like you said. Produces a chemical called XOS, manipulating the female body after death. High enough dosage leads to permanent death in which the body can be used for experimental or medical purposes."

"But why only females?"

"Because female body parts and DNA are the most demanded on the black market" a voice said. "The females are all a target to Doctor Wright, starting with the well known and tough chicks. Their parts are worth more than gold" the voice continued as he walked towards us.

The man who was leaning against the wall overheard our conversation and decided to start drawing up yet more questions for us to answer. I think he was a doctor, but I couldn't tell. He had a black tuxedo and his face was scarred, his left eye was missing.