The Bargain

Author's Note: Some time has passed since I wrote last time, so I bring you another fic: Poison Ivy and Scarecrow come to deal in which they ensure that they have a successor that can follow in their footsteps. This plot is my own, and I hope that this is an original idea. None of the characters belong to be, but to Warner Bros and DC Comics. Only the soon-to-be child is my creation. Enjoy!

Pamela hissed in pain as another contraction rippled throughout her body. Of all places, she was currently laying on her huge flower plant in the middle of the very flower itself, and its petals had moved to make way for her to lay there. She looked up at the glass greenhouse walls, trying to ignore the sensation of having your insides ripped open.

'Aw Red, hang on just a bit more,' said Harley not far away from her, who delivering the water in a basin,' baby's not even half way out yet!'

Pamela smiled at her friend. It was only yesterday when Harley broke out of Arkham in her full Harlequin outfit to try to return to the free life of crime. She had decided to visit her friend Poison Ivy to see how she's doing in her new life. What a shock it was to find out that the seductress was full nine months pregnant and that she was married to none other than Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow.

'Try pushing a little bit harder, Pamela,' said Jonathan Crane, sitting right next to her and acting as the delivery doctor for now.

Crane had been released six months ago from Arkham for good behavior. Actually, it was mainly because Pamela Isley had returned to Arkham and "persuaded" Dr. Livaydon to write his release…… through various different methods. She never told Jonathan that, of course.

They got married privately: a small ceremony carried out in the buildings of the Government, both legal and without any guests. It was the opposite of Pamela's first marriage which was such a beautiful wedding.

Pamela refused to give birth in a hospital, in case they may think of trying to take her child away from her. She never liked hospitals, and would rather suffer the labor of giving birth to a child than receive their morphine injections.

'Yeah Ivy, try pushing harder,' agreed Harley.

Pamela contracted her muscles and failed to bite back a cry that tore out of her throat and echoed throughout the greenhouse. The plants recoiled as if it was Mother Nature herself that was being tortured. Harley whimpered as she watched her best girl pal and protector go through such suffering. Crane on the other hand, was calm and determined.

'Pamela,' he said patiently, and she looked at him. He had the thin features, brown hair with a hint of red that fell like fringes onto his eyes. His eyes were large, dark ones with the thin eyebrows sharply etched and almost always a serious expression in his face. Any other expression was usually mocking of the victims or passion for his work.

He pressed gently onto her swollen belly, and she felt a bit better. It was not for long.

She had pushed harder, and then felt something break inside her, causing a burning pain rush across her body. She was starting to sweat and tears of frustration and pain were forming in her eyes, blurring her vision.

'She's bleeding!' she heard Harley exclaim,' Professor Crane, do something! The pain's getting to her!'

'I can't do anything now!' he hissed at her, 'She must try fighting!'

Harley shook her head in worry,' Somethin's wrong Professor. It's taking a long time.'

Crane was pale in the face and his brows were furrowed in concentration,' Pamela,' he ordered,' again.'

Pamela gritted her teeth and pushed. She felt something moving inside her.

'It's working,' he said, not raising his voice,' Again.'

The Plant Mistress let out a small growl and tried harder, masochistically feeling the pain tear her insides.

'Not long now,' soothed Crane in a softer voice.

Harley soaked the sponge in the bowl of water and put the calming liquid on Pamela's forehead. 'It's all right Red. You're gonna be fine,' she gave a watery smile.

'It hurts,' was the only thing Pamela could answer.

'I know it hurts girl,' Harley said sadly,' But I can't do anythin' about it.'

As her friend gave another scream, Harley turned her head sharply to the man.

'Can't ya do anythin' to stop all this?' she snapped.

'What do you plan for me to do, then?' asked Crane dangerously.

'Didn't ya study psychology for somethin'?'

'I specialized in fear, not gynecology. You, on the other hand, had specialized in criminal minds and the influence of the mind. You are more likely to use it here than I can with mine.'

'So what do ya expect me to do then?'

'Try to distract her from the pain.'

'By parroting phrases from my book!'

'Guys, shut up!' hissed Pamela dangerously as another wave of pain took her over. The squabbling psychologists quieted and concentrated on the task ahead of them.

'How did ya come to all of this anyway?' asked Harley, trying to start up a conversation.

'She had approached me on the subject three months before she left Arkham,' Crane answered coolly.

'In Arkham!' Harley exclaimed. She was only told of the plan by Pamela but not of the way they had come to it,' Then how did you….. you know….. do it?'

Pamela, temporarily distracted from the pain, exchanged a glance with Jonathan. There was no way they could have-

'Eugh! Harley, we did not!' Pamela exclaimed in disgust, and Crane shot her an insulted look.

'Then how you get it inside of you?' Harley asked all confused.

'We told you before, ' Crane said tiredly,' She used a modern system of cloning.'

'With you blood?' Harley naively asked.

'With my blood,' confirmed Crane firmly.

'How did ya get it?'

'At the parting in Arkham.'

'Ya mean that it was all under our very nose-'

She was interrupted by Crane, who exclaimed,' The child is coming!'

'Yay! Da baby's commin', da baby's commin'!' shrieked Harley excitedly.

'Harley, get the towels. Quickly!' He ordered her and she dashed away to find them.

Once she disappeared, Crane's face turned to Pamela's, 'Now, I want you to give this last push-'

He didn't even have to finish his sentence when Pamela gave her last scream and try. Soon, her scream was joined by a small weaker one, and she felt the relief wash over her.

She eyesight wasn't clear, but she clearly heard Harley's pitch voice, 'Aw! Ain't he cute! Why did he hush up so quickly?'

'Because he's like us,' Pamela found herself saying through the dizziness.

Some bundle was left in her arms, and almost immediately her eyesight cleared. There, underneath the folds of the towel, laid her son. He didn't look like most of the babies, that were pudgy, but instead had the slimmer shape to him. It wasn't because of malnutrition, but because he was built that way.

'Wonderful, isn't he?' she heard Jonathan's voice above her. She looked up and noticed that he had dark rings under his eyes, but they shone with pride and a strange warmth.

Harley on the other side was smiling her usual childish smiles which had the charming simplicity to it. Then, her face misted over as if she remembered something.

'I just wish I could stay here more, but I'm sure Batbreath must be chasin' me now and I don't want that creep spoiling this moment, so I'll be going,' Harley said quickly in her bumbly manner.

'Harley,' Pamela stopped her,' Thanks.'

Harley's grin spread,' No problemmo gal! Just tell me, whatcha gonna call 'im? '

The couple hesitated, unsure. They weren't ready for this question.

'Hey don't worry. Just don't name him something like Charlie Blott the Third as Jonny Boy usually names them,' Harley made a face at that ridiculous name, and before Crane could argue about this, she was gone.

Author's Note: Ah! This scene was damn tricky to write. But I had a lot of fun doing it! I hope that it wasn't too disgusting for PG-13. However, whatever, please review!