"Barbara!" Supergirl bust through the double-doors of the control room, fuming. "I'm going to…" She stopped short when she saw Bruce. "Hello, Batman." She croaked.

"Kara." He acknowledged the blonde. "Please, don't stop mid-sentence on my behalf."

"I…umm…" Supergirl appeared to have lost her nerve and glanced nervously from Batman to Barbara. "I'm going to talk to Clark. I can't…" She cleared her throat. "I can't call myself a hero if I continue to turn a blind eye to their suffering." She swallowed and sheepishly looked to Batman, who wasn't providing her much of a reaction to go off of. "I know they've done a lot of horrible things in their lives, but…but no one should…" Kara shook her head. "That was sickening. I'm going to talk to Clark." She puffed up her chest. "You just try and stop me, Batman."

"What are you going to tell him?" Bruce asked, crossing his arms over his Bat symbol.

"What am I going to tell him?!" Supergirl repeated with unnecessary frustration, faltering when she realized his tone had been completely neutral. "Umm…" she recalibrated. "I am going to tell him that this isn't the way I was raised on Krypton and it isn't the way he was raised on Earth. That we need to go back to seeing the good in people even if they're obsessed with plants and despise humanity or steal expensive art from museums."

"And what if they kill people?" Batman asked, playing devil's advocate.

"Then they need to be locked up." Supergirl's hands unconsciously moved to her hips, assuming the classic stance of a hero. "We have to be the guiding light for this world. That shining city on the hill that people can look to in times of need. For liberty cannot be established without morality, nor morality without faith, and the people must have faith in our morality!"

Barbara squinted. "What is that? Tocqueville?

"Well, yeah…" Kara deflated slightly.

Batman arched a brow. "American Exceptionalism?"

"I'm drawing a parallel!" Supergirl threw her hands out, exasperated.

"OK…" Batman nodded slowly. "Go ahead."

"What?" Kara clearly hadn't been expecting that response.
"Go talk to him." Bruce repeated. "He loves you, he listens to you. Go give him the speech."

"But…" Supergirl looked questioningly at Barbara.

"Batman has a master plan." The redhead's words came out salty. "A plan that gave us a volatile Poison Ivy, a dead Harley Quinn, and an exposed Catwoman…but a plan all the same.

"Selina was never supposed to be a part of this." Batman reminded them. "But I am every bit as committed to ending this as you are, Kara."

"And what about when Cheetah comes?" Barbara asked him. "She's only…" the former Batgirl checked her display, "Two miles out. Neither of them look exactly prepared to me." She enlarged the image of Ivy and Catwoman huddled around Harley's freshly dug grave."

"They will be." Batman assured the girls.

"You're betting on Poison Ivy against Wonder Woman's most formidable adversary?" Kara asked, incredulous.

Bruce watched the monitor. "I would take an angry Poison Ivy against almost anyone."

"Against you?" Barbara quirked an eyebrow.

"I get her talking." Batman explained. "Ivy and her narcissistic arrogance do the work for me. This is an atypical setting. She doesn't have her usual cause to filibuster."

"I hope you're right, Bruce." Barbara toggled the camera to follow Cheetah as she slinked through the forest in her animal form. "Because Selina is just a house cat compared to this one."

"And what makes you think that Ivy will even protect her?" Supergirl asked.

"There's a loyalty vacuum." Batman answered simply. "As someone who truly believes she is the physical embodiment of Mother Nature; Ivy needs someone or something to defend. Her plants, Harley…and now Selina."

/

Ivy and Selina hadn't spoken in well over a half hour, each lost in their own thoughts, each grieving Harley in their own way.

Selina finally cleared her throat and asked, "Remember when all the neighborhood animals went missing?"

Ivy looked up with bloodshot eyes and a questioning expression.

The brunette furrowed her brow, sitting up slightly. "I could have sworn you were there."

Pam shook her head, offering no verbal response.

"Oh, well" Selina wiped the snot from under her nose, having given up any attempt at her usual effortless grace some time ago. "The neighbors asked if we'd help find their animals since they kept disappearing…and it turned out Harley's fucking hyenas were getting loose at night and eating them."

Ivy arched a still impeccably groomed eyebrow. "And?"

Catwoman shrugged, laying back down and absently playing with the loose dirt. "That's it."

Some more silence passed between before Ivy came to a simple realization. "That's a horrible story."

Selina brushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. "Yeah…it is." She paused, thinking. "It seemed sort of funny, or ironic in the moment…but it was horrible. A lot of my Harley stories are like that, I think."

Ivy stared dejectedly at the ground. "Did I tell you how we met?" she murmured.

"You mean when she was your psychiatrist?"

Ivy shook her head softly. "The second time…"

"No." Catwoman curled herself into a tighter ball. Both Sirens were only on about two hours of sleep at this point and the tears she'd shed were weighing heavy on her eyelids.

"She crashed into my greenhouse…on a rocket." Ivy told her.

Catwoman squinted, trying to put together a mental image…surprisingly, it wasn't that hard. "Where did Harley get a rocket?"

"Well it wasn't her rocket." Ivy explained, loosening her grip on her knees. "It was Joker's rocket. He strapped her to it and hoped she'd land somewhere…funny." She spat out the last word like it left a bitter taste on her tongue.

"That…" Catwoman allowed herself to smile. "That's just the perfect Harley entrance, isn't it?"

"Perhaps." Ivy rested her chin on her elbows.

"I mean perfect that Joker would send her to die and she would end up finding you." Selina clarified. "I just…you know…we saw it so many times, it's almost poetic is would start out that way…"

"And end in the inverse?" Pam's voice was shaky once more, her bottom lip quivering.

"She made her choice." Catwoman mumbled, assuring herself of that as much as Ivy. "I'm just sorry that those were her last words. That she mentioned him when you were giving her the gift of painlessness."

A spark lit behind Ivy's eyes, her green iris flickered, churning like a glowing green acid. "Puddin'." Ivy spat. "Mistah J, Mistah J," she mocked in an angry rendition of Harley's lovesick ramblings. "Oh, change the record, Harl!" Ivy slammed her fist onto the ground. "You want to be some wacko's victim the rest of your life?!"

Selina hadn't observed it herself, but somehow, even with her ankle injury, Ivy was on her feet. "You did this to yourself!" The redhead screamed at the mound of dirt. "You stupid, inconsiderate girl!"

It was when she began to stomp on Harley's grave that Selina truly got worried. "STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!" The redhead was screaming, either ignoring or forgetting the state of the bones in her ankle. "STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!" She slammed down on the wet dirt again and again.

"Ivy!" Catwoman tried to quiet her. "Ivy, don't…" she trailed off when their challenger entered the clearing.