author's note: short chapter, another one will be up this afternoon.

"We'll have these processed by tomorrow." Montoya told the two women, her eyes narrowed. She watched as the lawyer got up from the table, a look of blinding self-assuredness illuminating her pretty features. Montoya knew the type- cocky Ivy League lawyers whose only mission in life was to be better than everybody else. But then Montoya had a curious thought, Harleen hadn't made a call before they left Arkham or when they'd arrived at the station. "When did Dr. Quinzel call you?"

Ms. Irving stopped, but her expression didn't waiver. "She didn't."

"Well then how did you—"

"Dr. Quinzel and I were supposed to have dinner tonight." Ms. Irving sighed. "Not that I have to explain myself to you, but I called to make sure we were still on and a Dr. Leland came to the phone and alerted me that Harleen here had been taken down to the police station. Naturally, I came right over."

Harleen was watching her lawyer with a look of utter amazement.

"Let's go, Harleen." Ms. Irving told her. "If we leave now we can still make our reservation."

The young doctor got up from her chair and followed the woman to the door.

"Don't leave town." Montoya warned her. "Not until we've cleared you."

"I'll be waiting for your call." Harleen told her with a slightly apologetic smile.

Montoya and Bullock moved a little slower, rousing themselves from their chairs with an evident depression. Harleen Quinzel had been a strong suspect. The idea of going back to square one was exhausting.

Commissioner Gordon was waiting for them in the viewing room.

"Commissioner," Montoya said, surprised he was still at the station. "Didn't you have that birthday dinner with Barbara?"

"Catwoman broke into the evidence room." He told them, his tone flat. "She stole the entirety of the Vreeland family's safety deposit box."

"Goddamn it!" Bullock slammed his fist into the wall. "These costumed creeps are killin' us!"

Gordon nodded. "I'm reassigning the Aristov murder. You two are my best, I want you on the Catwoman theft."

Bullock groaned. "Shouldn't The Bat take care of that?"

"Not when it was stolen from our evidence room, he shouldn't."

Montoya thought the Commissioner must have had a rough day. His cheeks were red, his hair shooting in every direction…hardly the put-together Gordon they were used to. Montoya thought she knew why, too. The Vreeland's were important donors to the GCPD. Their family heirlooms being stolen from an evidence locker probably wasn't going to go over too well at the next donor's gala.

"She knocked Williams out downstairs. Maybe start with him." The Commissioner suggested.

Montoya nodded helpfully. "Wish Barbara a happy birthday for us. We'll get Quinzel's print's down to the lab and then start on Catwoman's trail."

Gordon shook his head. "I don't think it will match. Dr. Quinzel has an alibi."

"Ivy." Harleen said in a harsh whisper as she and her former patient made their way down the sidewalk towards the red Mustang. "Ivy is that really you?" The woman didn't respond. "Ivy?"

"Harleen, we are not 50 feet from the police station and you've already used my name three times. Can you try to be a bit more inconspicuous, please?"

Well, Harley got the answer she was looking for anyway. She smirked and jogged up ahead of Ivy, opening the passenger side door for her. Ivy didn't even give her a second look, she just sat down like the courtesy was expected. Harley would have liked a smile in return, but she wasn't exactly in a place to ask for things at the moment. In fact, she should be thanking Ivy. So she shut the door and circled around the driver's side, sitting down and reaching to buckle her seatbelt. As she turned to her left to find the shoulder strap, she felt a hard pinch in her right arm. Thinking that a bee had stung her, her head whipped around to investigate, but there wasn't a bee, there was Poison Ivy holding a syringe, a feral smile on her face. It all happened before Harleen could react. Ivy leaned towards her with flickering green eyes, the colored contacts having been discarded, and took Harley's chin between her thumb and index finger. Harley felt like the world was moving in slow motion as Poison Ivy pressed onward, pulling them together into a kiss. Her lips were soft as rose petals and her smell was intoxicating, like spring flowers and freshly cut grass- the smell of the daffodils in her green vase. Harley had just moved past the confusion and surprise phase and was relaxing into the sensation when Ivy broke their seal and whispered "I win" against her lips.

"D-did you…did you poison me?" Harley asked, remaining in close proximity.

Ivy chuckled, causing the butterflies in Harley's stomach to take flight. "Now where would the fun be in that?" the older woman pushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind Harley's ear.

The gymnast lunged forward in search of her lips again, but Ivy placed her hand on the girl's chest, keeping her at bay. "Patience is a virtue, Daffodil. Now let's go, I owe some asshole a diamond."