Poison Ivy, who had already woken up in a bad mood, was contemplating on whether or not to poison some poor anonymous sap so that she would be sedated, anything to escape that shrieking sound Joker called a voice. But it wouldn't work on her anyway, that whole immunity to everything thing actually being a curse to her at the moment. It saved her from a plague, but it was useless against Joker's obnoxious tendencies. Of course, she wouldn't be surprised if these particular guards utilized a more inhumane way of sedating the inmates. Her choices were a blow to the head or six hours endurance of bad airplane food jokes or God knows what. Cancer or tuberculosis. She decided on the latter.
Harley Quinn, Joker's girlfriend (a.k.a. punching bag) had tried to smuggle a nail file to Ivy this morning at Arkham Asylum. Ivy smiled faintly at the memory. "Harley, I'm going on a plane. A file won't help me where I'm going, anyway." She had said to an uncharacteristically gloomy Harley. "Well, you can also use it for your nails, I s'pose." Harley replied sadly, trying to call on her seemingly perpetual smile to appear on her face right then, but it never came. "Oh, Harley." Ivy took Harley and hugged her tight, "You'll be fine." Harley had sobbed loudly into her shoulder, trying to talk between sobs. "Not only… am… I… losing my guy, but… I'm… losing you too!" Ivy wanted to be equally sad, to show this much emotion of how much she would miss Harley, her only friend. She would miss her, terribly. But she could never make herself cry. Could never shed a tear. Even if the oldest redwood burnt down in front of her, it just wasn't in her. She was better at getting angry than sad.
Ivy's attention was brought back to the present with Joker trying to get her attention.
"Ivy! Over here! Look! I'M here too! What are the odds!"
Ivy just looked out the window, trying to focus on something else outside. What she saw was the landscape below, all the reds and the yellows of a Canadian autumn below, taunting her. It was like seeing your children on your way to death row. Seeing them one last time before being put to death. Ivy knew that green would be a seldom color in Antarctica, not that it was rampant in Gotham either. But, had that really ever mattered? Sure, she could always have escaped Arkham and relocated to a dense jungle in the Amazon, but she had a mission, kind of like Batman in a few ways, to cleanse that scab of a city. In her new cell in the Slab, the prison for super dangerous criminals, that mission seemed impossible. And she wouldn't see Batman. That man. That… reflection. Even though he had thwarted her for the past twelve years at every turn, he seemed to have an understanding of her that no one else seemed to grasp, not even Harley or the shrinks at Arkham. She had to get off this train of thought, though. She had to have more faith in herself to escape. The Slab was just a bigger Arkham. That meant she had to have proportionate escape plans.
The Joker was still blabbering on. As much as Ivy was annoyed, she just couldn't keep from listening.
"Twofers! Ivy thinks she's too cool for us! Acts like our friend all through high school then ditches us on the first day of college!" Joker shouted at Two-Face. Ivy had enough. Even though it wouldn't do much good, she still took the bait.
"MUST YOU DOOM THE DAMNED, JOKER?" Ivy shouted at him. "It's not bad enough we're being shipped off to the Slab, but you have to torture us on the way there too?"
"NOW she talks to us, Harv! Finally came to her senses and realized who her true friends are! Now maybe we can plan that threesome…"
"Shut up, clown, or I'll make sure you leave this plane with one extra hole in your head." Two-Face said.
"Is that Two-Face or Harvey Dent talking?" Joker asked.
"Unanimous." Two-Face replied.
Ivy couldn't help but smirk at Harvey's retort. She wasn't completely alone.