"Well if it isn't Harley Quinn." The Penguin stood backlit in his bar facing the 'villainess' who had been apprehended and tied to a chair.
"But it is."
"What?"
"It is Harley Quinn. That's me. Donchya remember? I blew up your car, banged up some of ya goons, broke ya umbrella, and probably some other stuff. I was a little messed up if you know what I mean so it's kinda hazy."
"Ugh! Give me one good reason I shouldn't blow you away right now, smartass." He leveled a gun to her head.
"Really? I'd call her more of a dumb ass."
The Penguin whipped around to find the source of the voice.
"Ivy!"
"Yeah, yeah. You owe me big time."
"I'll add it to my tab."
"I will never understand how you get captured so often."
"Well I can't help that I'm so poplar."

"Get it? I said polar instead of popular. Like the tree."
"I get that you need to stop hanging around Nightwing."
"How else am I supposed to see Babs?"
"Get an Instagram."
"You have one?"
"Of course not. Selina logged in on my phone once and never signed out."
"Are you two just going to stand there chit-chatting all night?"
"Oh, sorry. Ives dahlin, would you be so kind?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever."

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Penguin Found Strung Up By Vines On Wayne Tower