"You can't keep letting him do this to you," Poison Ivy lectured. "I mean
look at you, you're barely breathing!"
"Don't be so dramatic, Red. I'm fine," the young blonde insisted.
Harley had come to Ivy's apartment, battered and bruised, as usual, and in need of patching up. She had been abused once again by her boyfriend, the Joker.
"I swear, one of these days he IS going to kill you, and I won't be surprised. How can you stay with him?"
"I love him," Harley said.
"Yeah, well you could love plenty of other people that could treat you better. I don't see why he's the perfect guy for you. Sure, he's nice for a little while, but then he gets mad and hurts you all over again. And then you end up here, listening to me tell you how bad he is for you."
"But he can be so good some of the time!" Harley persisted.
"I just don't understand what you saw in him in the first place," Ivy replied.
Poison Ivy, plant scientist turned criminal, was worried about her friend. The way Joker kept abusing her. Joker really could end up killing her and wouldn't even know. Ivy knew how he hit her and left her there. Then poor Harley would finally peel herself off the wall then show up on her doorstep, having been beaten senseless, only to come crawling back to him once she could actually move again. Just to get beat up again!
A horrible thought entered her mind. What if Harley ever got pregnant? Who knows. She could've been pregnant and miscarried without ever knowing. Between fighting with Batman, Struggling against the Arkham guards, getting injected with sedatives, and taking beatings from Joker, it seemed entirely plausible that Harley could've lost a baby. But this was just a hypothetical. Still, the whole idea made her uneasy.
The former Dr. Pamela Isley looked over at her now-sleeping friend. 'Must've drifted off during the few seconds I stopped talking,' she mused. Ivy moved a few blonde hairs away from the bandages on Harley's face. 'Poor thing, she deserves better.'
And with that, Ivy decided that she, too, should get some sleep.
"Don't be so dramatic, Red. I'm fine," the young blonde insisted.
Harley had come to Ivy's apartment, battered and bruised, as usual, and in need of patching up. She had been abused once again by her boyfriend, the Joker.
"I swear, one of these days he IS going to kill you, and I won't be surprised. How can you stay with him?"
"I love him," Harley said.
"Yeah, well you could love plenty of other people that could treat you better. I don't see why he's the perfect guy for you. Sure, he's nice for a little while, but then he gets mad and hurts you all over again. And then you end up here, listening to me tell you how bad he is for you."
"But he can be so good some of the time!" Harley persisted.
"I just don't understand what you saw in him in the first place," Ivy replied.
Poison Ivy, plant scientist turned criminal, was worried about her friend. The way Joker kept abusing her. Joker really could end up killing her and wouldn't even know. Ivy knew how he hit her and left her there. Then poor Harley would finally peel herself off the wall then show up on her doorstep, having been beaten senseless, only to come crawling back to him once she could actually move again. Just to get beat up again!
A horrible thought entered her mind. What if Harley ever got pregnant? Who knows. She could've been pregnant and miscarried without ever knowing. Between fighting with Batman, Struggling against the Arkham guards, getting injected with sedatives, and taking beatings from Joker, it seemed entirely plausible that Harley could've lost a baby. But this was just a hypothetical. Still, the whole idea made her uneasy.
The former Dr. Pamela Isley looked over at her now-sleeping friend. 'Must've drifted off during the few seconds I stopped talking,' she mused. Ivy moved a few blonde hairs away from the bandages on Harley's face. 'Poor thing, she deserves better.'
And with that, Ivy decided that she, too, should get some sleep.