Disclaimer: This story refers to events from the animated Batman television show and recent "Batman Adventures" comics, but don't worry if you haven't seen or read them all. Batman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and all related characters are the property of DC Comics and Warner Brothers. Batman created by Bob Kane. No profit was sought or received by the author for this fictional story, all you lawyers out there. Comments are welcome, as this is my first fan-fic - thanks and let me know what you think!
HARLEY & IVY: SECOND SEED
"Harley? Is that you?"
The female voice on the other end of the phone was sweet and familiar, but it irked Harley Quinn all the same.
It was Poison Ivy. It had to be. And it was all Harley could do to keep her fury down.
"Is that you, Red?" Harley managed to get out through clenched teeth.
"It's me, Harls!" The voice was unusually cheerful, in contrast to Harley's own voice - fake her delight as the Joker's moll might.
"Well, where ya been, baby?!" squeaked the psychotic little blonde." We haven't talked in like, ages!"
"I know, Harley, I know." The voice sounded almost apologetic now. "I'm sorry I've been out of touch. There's a lot I need to tell you, Harls – a lot. Can we get together tonight? I promise I'll tell you everything."
Silence followed on the other end for just a moment, as Harley tried to keep a lid on her emotions, which for her wasn't normally easy, and even more so right now.
"Sure, Red," she rolled off her tongue, still trying to sound jovial. "You remember that little flat I had on the outskirts of Gotham, over the old greenhouse ya used to use? Why dontcha drop by tonight about nine, and then you can tell me everything like ya said?!"
"That's fine, Harls, that's fine," came a relieved voice on the other end, thankful to be taken seriously, and thankful Harley hadn't switched phone numbers. "I'll see you then!"
"Buh-bye!" chirped Harley, and then both cell phones went off. Harley dropped hers to the floor, with more than a little flick of the wrist. She stood there in a white t-shirt, socks and red sweatpants, motionless at first. Almost imperceptibly, she started to shake, arms and hands tingling, and then she got a full-blown case of the shakes, her fury raging almost out of control, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw actually hurt, and the sheer hatred in her moist eyes frightening.
"Oh, you'll tell me everything alright, Red," she managed to stammer. "Right before I friggin kill ya!"
She fondled the automatic lying on the arm of the couch, cradling it and wondering just where she would place the shot when the time came ...