"Two wrongs don't make a right, but neither does one. Revenge may seem petty by day, but on some nights she becomes Justice."

― Ashly Lorenzana


Ivy had moved into a new apartment. It was nothing to fancy but it was a definite upgrade. By that I mean that there wasn't a plumbing problem, there were no rats, and her neighbor wasn't a drug addled junkie. It still could be better, but it could be a lot worse.

It had been two weeks since Ivy had returned from Spero and Ivy hadn't had any contact with the League in that time, she had half expected Batman to show up in her apartment but the headlines that had shown up a week ago proved that he wasn't go to show up any time soon. Jason Todd had been killed in a bombing in Sarajevo and Bruce Wayne was in mourning. Ivy felt that she should go visit him, talk to him, but she couldn't. Not even after hearing reports that Batman was becoming more and more aggressive, how could she lecture him when she was working with her sister to track down traitors and escapees for the express purpose of killing them.

No not them, him. The one person Ivy and Violet hated more than anything. The one man Ivy would take on an entire army if it meant that she could watch him suffer. How could she face Batman when her sister had already taken out two of the traitors and Ivy was already tracking a third? How could she face the League?

The Justice League never killed anyone. Even before the league was formed and its members were working on their own they never killed. They would never themselves to the level of the criminals they were fighting, but then again Ivy had never been on the rest of her team's level, she had blood on her hands when the league was formed. She only started patrolling Gotham on sleepless nights when the nightmares and the police sirens kept her awake and she itched to do something other than lay in bed and wait for sleep that would never come, so she became Harpy. Harpy had never killed, Ivy had. There had been a war, it had been expected of her, she was a soldier after all, and now she had new orders. She couldn't let the league find out. She put her Justice League communicator in a box in the back of her closet where she could ignore it.


It was a dark night in Gotham Harbor. A fog was rolling in. Ivy was walking between the warehouses. She wrapped her dark trench-coat tighter around herself. Of course, she didn't need it to keep out the cold, but it would be a little suspicious if she didn't at least act like she was affected by the temperature. Plus, it looked cool.

She busted open the door managers' office. The room was apparently empty, but Ivy knew better. She walked over to the desk a looked under it. A pudgy balding man was huddled underneath.

"Hello Morty." Ivy greeted.

"Oh, it's you." Morty said in relief before he climbed out from under the desk. "I thought you might be the bat. He's been cracking down on everyone lately."

"So I've heard." Ivy stated. She paused and removed something from the underside of the desk.

"I need you to do something for Me." She said.

"No way. I respect what you used to do, but you can't be trusted since you snitched to the FBI." Morty replied.

"You owe me a favor." Ivy responded.

"I don't owe you anything!" Morty snapped angrily.

"You sure about that?" Ivy questioned as she held up the bat shaped transmitter she had pulled off of the desk.

"When did he-?" Morty said.

Ivy shrugged. "He's a sneaky bastard." She said before crushing the transmitter.

"Yeah… well… What do you want?" Morty asked reluctantly. Ivy pulled out A photo and tossed it on the desk.

"I need to know how to find this guy." She stated.

"Hey, I don't snitch. You're going turn this guy over to FBI aren't you?" Morty accused.

"Of course not, Morty. I'm just going to kill him." Ivy responded with a pleasant smile. Morty seemed taken aback.

"You? You're going to kill a guy?" he asked, shocked.

Ivy got a dark look on her face. "Think of it more like putting down a mad dog." She suggested.

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I told you where this guy was just knowing that he would end up getting murdered." Morty stated.

"I understand." Ivy said before slamming Morty's head into the table. "Let's see how well you live without a face." Ivy heated up her free hand and pressed her index finger against Morty's cheek. The skin began to burn from the heat.

"Okay, okay, I'll talk! Just don't hurt me!" Morty exclaimed. Ivy released him and he told him everything she wanted to know.


Ivy and Violet were perched on top of an abandoned building scouting and equally abandoned factory. Most of the buildings in the area were abandoned. No witnesses to see people moving in and out of buildings they shouldn't be in and no one to see what was about to happen.

"Twenty heat signatures. We've hit the jackpot." Ivy stated with a grin.

"We should check to make sure these are our guys." Violet said.

"Yeah, yeah. Give us some cover." Ivy responded.

Violet sighed, then held two fingers next to her mouth and blew out a cloud of thick mist that enveloped the area. Ivy took off and landed silently near a window. She peered into the factory and, after about a minute took off again and went back to Violet.

"Confirmed visual. He's in there." Ivy reported.

"Alright. Let's move in." Violet replied. Both sisters took off silently. Ivy landed on the roof of the factory and Violet landed next to one of the walls. Ice began forming on all of the doors and windows, sealing them shut. The ice worked its way into the building and formed into several large floating spikes that were soon launched into the bodies of whoever was closest. Three dead, seventeen to go.

The survivors realized something was up and went to investigate. It was a stupid move. The ice spikes broke off into smaller pieces and embedded themselves in the ones who got there first. Five dead, two injured.

"They're outside!" someone shouted. People headed for the exits and found them blocked. A six foot tall man that appeared to be made of pure muscle tried to punch his way through the ice. He succeeded in removing it but it quickly reformed.

"Forget the door, aim for the wall!"

The man did just that and made a gaping hole in the wall. Several men and women rushed out into the mist and found themselves unable to move as ice began to encrust their bodies. The man who had broken down the wall had barely thought about freeing himself when fireballs collided with him and the six others that had ventured outside. Twelve dead, eight to go.

Mist began to flood the factory. Ivy moved from her spot on the roof and picked off the two Violet had left injured. Fourteen dead, six to go.

"Well, it seems my girls have decided to pay me a visit!" an underfed and sickly looking man with gray hair and blues eyes exclaimed.

"Good to see my weapons are being put to good use." He continued.

"Shut up!" Ivy snarled

"Now is that any way to greet your father?" the man chastised as he pulled out a gun a started firing in the direction Ivy's voice had come from. Ivy was forced to dodge and soon found herself behind a crate marked "Live Ammo." The factory had dozens of them mixed in with crates full of enough weapons to arm a small army. That was probably the point.

Ivy didn't have to long to think about before she had to move again, this time to dodge a kick from above that missed Ivy and hit the ground, causing a large fissure to form. Ivy took to the air and got out of the building. The mist was thinning and Ivy could see a large wall of ice that Violet was using to shield herself.

Ivy landed next Violet who was kneeling on the ground, clutching her stomach. There was blood soaking her shirt and seeping through her fingers.

"Damn it." Ivy muttered under her breath. She stepped out from behind the ice wall and launched a fireball at the crates of ammo then quickly took cover as the building exploded.


The hospital waiting room smelled strongly of antiseptic with undertones of blood and death. After what seemed like a lifetime, a doctor came out to talk to her.

"Your sister is going to be fine. The bullet didn't hit anything vital. She should be out of the hospital within a week." The Doctor said.

"Thank god." Ivy said.


The final count for that night was fifteen dead. Five had gotten away, including him. She had been so close and he got away. And Violet got shot. Ivy had no one to blame but herself. It had been twenty years and being referred to as a weapon still made her do stupid things, and people always got hurt. Even worse, she had no clues to lead her to him. Any evidence that hadn't burned had been washed away when firefighters finally showed up after the fire had spread to two other buildings.

The only plus was that Violet's blood and any other evidence that the sister's had been there had been destroyed. Fifteen people were dead, there was evidence of a cache of weapons and ammo, and Batman was sure to be investigating and Ivy didn't want to be tied to the incident because that would bring up uncomfortable questions that she didn't want to answer.

Days later, Ivy was still furious and Gotham's underworld was paying for it. Harpy was almost as feared as Batman with criminals more often than not ending up in the burn ward.

She hasn't had a full night's sleep in days. She was upset and angry and the rain hitting her skin would evaporate into steam the moment it touched her so that there was a constant hissing noise following her everywhere.

That hissing was the only warning a weapons trafficker had before a fireball burned through his plastic raincoat. He cried out in pain and struggled to pull off the coat as the plastic fused to his skin.

Harpy paid no more attention to him and moved on to his two companions who were soon knocked out. She barely glanced at a crate of smuggled weapons that the men had been loading onto a truck before turning her attention onto the first man. She knocked him onto his stomach then slammed her foot into the fresh burn on his back.

"So," she began "who's buying?"


Harpy was on a rooftop overlooking a warehouse that the interrogation of the weapons traffickers had led her to when someone landed next to her.

"What are you doing here?" Harpy growled.

"You haven't been answering your comm-link." A male voice replied.

"Left it at home." Harpy responded.

"You can't keep doing this, you're going to end up killing someone." The voice stated. Harpy whirled around snarling as the red and blue of Superman's costume entered her field of vision.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" she snapped. The Man of Steel set what was supposed to be a comforting hand on her shoulder, but when coupled with his next statement it just upset Harpy even more.

"Look, Robin's death came as a shock to all of us-" Harpy shook of his hand and cut him off.

"This isn't about that at all! You wanna talk about Robin, go bother Batman!" she shouted.

"Then what is this about?" Superman asked. Harpy clenched her fists.

"Back on Spero, there was an attempted coup that was really cover for a jailbreak. Some of them came here. My sister and I have been working to track them all down, but a few days ago she was shot in the stomach." She explained.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Superman inquired.

"Getting the League involved is a bad idea." Harpy muttered.

"We can help you. You don't need to do this." Superman said.

"No!" Harpy shouted. "I have to do this!"

"Why is this so important to you?" Superman asked.

"My father was one of the prisoners that escaped. I am going to find him and kill him for what he did." Harpy replied tensely. Superman looked shocked.

"You're not a killer, don't sink to his level." He said.

"I'm not sinking to his level; I'm wiping vermin out of existence." Harpy snarled.

"Revenge is never the answer." Superman stated.

"It's not revenge." Harpy murmured. "You have no idea what he did to me, to my family."

She turned around. "He was a scientist, I was his experiment." She moved her hair off of her neck, revealing a number. I-69185.