Chapter Five – Childish Girlfriend

Ivy looked over at the blond who was eating a pancake opposite her, she took a sip of the water next to her wanting to get people to stop looking at them and whispering their judgments. Ivy didn't really care too much about other people. People were deadlier than even the most fatal poison, they had a poison all of their own. What Ivy really wanted to think about was how adorable this woman opposite her was.

"Aww," Harley whispered as she took a look at the remainder of the pancakes, "All the whipped cream is gone."

"Tragic," Ivy replied as she looked aside. She was definitely ready to propose this little trip to Harley. If Bruce Wayne was enlisting her services and working to give her what she wanted, she might as well take a look at the area that he wanted to save. It would do her good to be around all of that fresh air that only botanicals provide. Harley moaned a little and Ivy tilted her head to the side. "Sure, if that matters so much to you, I'll ask for more whipped cream."

Harley grinned, "Thanks, Ivy, you're a real doll."

Ivy had to smile at seeing the excitement on Harley's face. She loved her and whilst many others felt that Harley was rather immature, that type of feeling wasn't something that Ivy shared. Well, she didn't share that sentiment other than one rather inescapable part of the Harley Quinn brand of life.

"You couldn'a got Mr. J off too?" Harley asked and Ivy managed to control herself from going into a wide array of insults. She would have to create some kind of elixir to have that man wiped from her precious Harley's mind. Ivy looked at a server and managed to get him to bring Harley all the whipped cream that she desired.

"I'm sorry that your so-called puddin has to stay behind. You didn't want me to feel jealous, did you? I thought that we had an agreement," Ivy informed her before Harley blinked at her. This was not one of her traits that Ivy felt herself attracted to. If only there was some memory removal or something and she would never see the clown again. "I thought that we had something special, Harleen"

"Ugh," Harley whispered as she closed her eyes. "Sorry, Ives," she said before staring at the empty plate in front of her. "Just that certain things are harder to forget about. You know how much I care about you. I feel like I'm conditioned to go back to him. Some sort of psychological mumbo jumbo."

"Apt words to be chosen," Ivy said before she put her hand atop Harley's. "I share my own part of the blame though. Only someone with my level of selfishness would really want you to think about me and only me and nothing but me."

Harley nodded before she looked into Ivy's eyes, "But that's the truth," she said honestly. "I do want to only think about you and nothing but you but it's as if I'm cursed to think of Mister J. You wouldn't think of anyone else, would you?"

"Not in a way that characterizes any type of love," Ivy replied as she thought about the two men that she had recently spent time with. She wasn't one of those low-breed Gothamites who didn't think of Waylon as human. He was as human as the rest of them but his outlook on life a bit easier to understand. People played too many games but underneath their skin, they all looked just like him. A sea of crocodiles trying to go about daily life as if they were perfect specimens.

That was the noble thing about plants. Plants kept adapting to different weather conditions and water limitations, plants would evolve far quicker than humans. She was in between them but maybe one day she would be considered more botanical than animal. Right now though, she was quite comfortable being a woman who was loved by a psychology degree holder.

"Aww, but you did see them?" she asked and Ivy coughed.

"If you expect something romantic between myself and Edward Nygma then you are quite mistaken," Ivy replied as she looked aside. "Now, are you ready to go? I want to make sure that my loves have enough water to sustain themselves during our trip. The automatic sprinkler system should help but I want them to be able to survive without human involvement. You never know what problems might occur."

Harley stretched up her arms before nodding eagerly. She had to admit that she was more interested in taking a trip with Ivy than looking at a bunch of potted plants but plants made Ivy happy. They were both interested in different aspects of science but that meant that they were both more intelligent than others gave them credit for and Ivy really showed that when she talked about her work.

"Would you love me?" Harley asked as Ivy threw some money onto the table. Ivy let her arm wrap around Harley's waist. "If I were a flower, would you love me, take care of me?" she asked and Ivy kissed her cheek before resting her head on Harley's shoulder.

"To me," she began with such love in her voice, "You are already the most rare and wonderful flower. A dazzling genus that I am trying to research how to care for most." She saw Harley's grin and closed her eyes. Maybe things would work out between them and Harley wouldn't stray again. Having Harley inside of her garden would make her happy, would keep her sane and they could live the most normal life that they could. Was she wrong to be asking so much of this childlike woman?

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Harley looked at the sky as she and Ivy sat in the airport. If Bruce Wayne had known of this plan then he would have most likely set them up with a private plane but Ivy didn't want to let anyone else influence this trip. She didn't want to have a third party keeping an eye on them when they were doing surveillance. Or at least, she'd be studying the area whilst Harley yawned and complained that she felt bored by the trip.

As she sat staring at the sky and waiting for when they would be boarding the plane, someone came and sat next to her and she blinked. She stared at Nygma as he opened a book next to her. She didn't know how to feel about Eddie. One moment he was fine and helping out with crimes and the next he was trying to help solve crimes and Harley suspected that he was rather drawn to her girlfriend.

"She's too good for you," Nygma told her and Harley blinked at her. "She has brains and substance and you're going to get in her way."

"That's not a riddle," Harley told him with a laugh. "I mean, riddles shouldn't be factual inaccurate. I'm as much Ivy's peer as you are."

"Indeed," Nygma said and Harley blinked confused. "Neither of us can be truly loyal to her whilst we're playing our own games. You have a higher risk of getting in the way though. I mean, that's not a riddle in itself, just the truth."

Harley stared at him. She looked around and smiled at a bird flying in the sky, "This time's different. I'm not going to let her down. I'm determined to be the best girlfriend ever."

"Until you get bored with her," Nygma said and Harley blinked hard. "Then I have my own plans for her."

Harley stared at him as she tried to let this information sink in. He had plans for Ivy? That didn't sound as if they were good plans at all and Harley wondered if she would be led astray again. Would Ivy forgive her again if that happened? She saw the redhead return and then turned to see that Nygma had left. What was going on here? She hated to be confused.

End of Chapter Five

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