The hint.

She had been so in her own head the other night that she hadn't even thought about it. It was the first thing on Diana's mind when she woke up, shooting up straight in her bed and scaring Pamela half to death, so at least one of them was still wholly invested in the game.

They both dressed quickly and packed their things, planning to hurry to the Club and search for wherever the hint might have been left. They both about tripped over themselves when Pamela noticed a scrap of paper that had been slid under their door. Breathing a collective sigh of relief, they took a moment to read whatever was inside.

You've done so well, I must say! But like all good games, it must eventually come to an end~

But there's time for one more stop, in the city of romance!

Something about that hint made a small thought click in the back of Pamela's head, but it was so absurd and insane that she shoved it away without a second thought.

"There's no specific place?" Diana took the note and turned it over a few times in her hand.

"None. I guess we're being left to our own devices again." She sighed, taking up their things again. "How long will the flight be?"

"Only a few hours. I'm sure we'll find ways to entertain ourselves for a day."

Just in case, they find themselves another hotel room as soon as they arrive in the city. They have a late breakfast at a small café not far away and try to decide what to do next.

"So, the note hints that the game is ending," Diana says as they send the waitress for their bill. "Is Sal's vacation almost over?"

"Right after they visited Paris, they went back to Germany to collect their kids and went back to America." Pamela remembers.

"Did they do anything specific in Paris? Visit any monuments or the like?"

"I remember they went to the Eiffel tower, but that's about it."

"Well, we can explore for a while, and regroup once we know what's around?" Diana offers.

Her ocean blue eyes are so sincere and inviting, but Pamela still feels guilt crawl up the back of her spine.

No, to hell with this. Harley and I are in an open relationship for a reason. This can happen.

She smiles and agrees, and once their tab is paid, they hit the town.

Walking arm in arm, the two explore Paris unashamed. She could practically hear the romantic Parisian music fill the air between them as they visit boutiques and trinket shops all over town, cutting through gardens and wandering into historical monuments. Pamela toys with the idea of getting Diana a gift to make up for the necklace she had bought in Greece and makes sure to watch Diana's reactions to everything that catches her interest.

But that really isn't hard to do as she is already so focused in on Diana, and the woman is equally as attentive to her. They talk more than they shop, aimlessly wandering just to keep their feet moving as they commented on each other's lives and interests. At some point their arms had pulled each other closer, and Pamela shoved down the little voice in the back of her mind, intentionally leaning into the touch.

Diana never says anything about it, but her grip on Pamela's arm is sure and there's a smile in her eyes whenever they catch each other's eye. It feels good to simply exist in the strange bliss they had carved out of this odd game, but Pamela wasn't about to think too hard on it, too grateful to have been given an opportunity to truly get to know the woman under the armor and tiara.

They eventually wander into a quaint little garden and find a bench to rest on. They sit so close to each other that no matter what they did they were always rubbing elbows. Diana clearly didn't mind, though she did eventually throw her arm behind Pamela's back and resting it along the back of the metal bench. Ever so casually, Pamela took the hand and pulled it around her shoulders, catching Diana's cheeks reddening slightly from the corner of her eye as she did so.

Pamela couldn't remember feeling so giddy about a crush before. With Harley, it had been a slow, gradual fall from a need for companionship, to friendship, to eventually a one-sided love that had hurt her more times than one. When Harley finally did leave Joker, there was never any wooing stages to their relationship. They were already so deeply in love with each other that there was this unspoken acceptance that they would be together forever.

This felt wholly different. This thing she felt for Diana was exciting and new, like a teen falling in love for the first time. She wanted Diana to look and listen to her, to touch her and let herself be touched in return. Her head ran wild with worries, and yet they only encouraged Pamela to push a little further in the hopes that Diana would react in some pleasant way.

Did Diana feel the same way? She must, since she hasn't pulled her arm back. Maybe if she leaned into her a little…

Diana tightened her grip around Pamela as she leaned against the taller woman's shoulder, and she was sure she was going to melt. Their conversation trailed off in favor of existing in each other's presence, and it just felt so good.

"There's a little café with a lookout on the river not far from here. They have nice teas." Diana suggests after a while, and a little reluctantly, they both stand and before Pamela can offer her arm, Diana takes her by the hand and leads the way.

Pamela focuses on how full her chest instead of the awful guilt creeping up her spine.

They walk to the café in silence, enjoying the day and each other's company, and when they arrive they order their drinks and settle at a table right up against the water.

"How do you like it?" Diana asks after they sip their drinks.

"It's lovely." Pamela holds in a chuckle at how the Amazon's smile widens just the slightest bit more. "I'm usually not one for café brewed teas. It must be something in the air."

"I'm not exactly impartial to tea, but this cup seems especially good." Diana sits a little taller. "I think it's the company."

Pamela does laugh at her boldness. "You know what? I think that's exactly it."

Ocean blue eyes twinkle, and she toys with her cup. "Despite the circumstances, I've truly enjoyed your company this past week. It will be strange to not have you by my side once we free Harley."

A stabbing guilt hits her stomach, and Pamela hides her pain behind the rim of her drink. "It will be nice not to potentially have Harley's life looming over our heads, but… I will miss talking with you."

Diana teases her drink a little more. "This doesn't have to be the end, Pamela."

"Does it, Wonder?" Pamela lets out a soft sigh. "I'm sure you get strange looks for even knowing Harley. How would the league feel knowing you've been rubbing shoulders with Poison Ivy?

"It doesn't matter." Diana reaches across the table and covers one of her hands with her own. "You haven't been active in years, and you've settled into a life that has left you off the League's radar for months. Maybe… if your offered your assistance to the League, they'd welcome this friendship?"

The offer stung more than she was ever willing to admit. "I'm not a hero, Diana, and I have no desire to work within the confines of the League."

"But think of what you can do with us!" Diana's smile faltered, her brows furrowing together as she pleaded. "You can champion your cause with us by your side. People listen to the League. They will be more willing to listen to you."

"People aren't like you." Pamela twined their fingers together. "I hide under false names and change my skin in the hopes that even one person may listen. If I joined the League in any way as Poison Ivy, no one would care. They'd think of it as another attempt at a Suicide Squad. Besides, the work that needs to be done is not condoned by the League."

"If you think the name 'Poison Ivy' might hurt your cause, it will only grow worse if you continue to unabashedly take lives." Diana warns, but she isn't angry. She's desperate.

"I've no designs to kill," Pamela reassures. "Unless for the safety of myself and the ones I love. I only mean that the league is too restrictive of itself. I am needed where the Green needs me, and I will go to wherever it beckons."

"You are not its champion."

"But I am a caretaker, and one of they only people in the world that can hear its cries." Pamela feels the grip on her hand tighten, and Diana's eyes flicker as she tries to think up something else to say. Pamela speaks up before she can, though. "Let's not argue, please? We don't know how much longer we have to enjoy this. Let's make it count."

Diana locks eyes with her, and Pamela's heart wrenches at the sincere sadness reflected in them. Then, the woman's face turns determined. Her jaw sets, and her face steels. "Yes, we shall make every hour count."

Pamela thinks she should feel a little afraid as Diana knocks back the rest of her drink and leaves their table to pay the tab. She hurries to finish her own tea as Diana returns to their table, and when she stands the Amazon wraps an arm around her waist and holds the top of her hip. Pamela knows her face is on fire as she is led away from the café and down to the river below.

They board a little gondola and Diana has them sitting almost impossibly close. Their guide tells them about the city and Diana adds comments on his little performance as they go along, but all Pamela can focus on is that hand holding her hip. The man says something in French, and Diana responds in kind with a laugh.

"He says we must be models to be so beautiful." Diana translates.

"Did you at least thank him for that?" Pamela tries to swing back into their rhythm with a tease.

"I told him one of us was modeled after a goddess, and that I am not vain."

Ba-dump! Well then! Two could play at this game.

"Forgive me, but I thought you were the demigod here?"

Diana's smile turns almost predatory, and the hand at her hip lightly trails up her side. "And yet all of nature has deemed you too valuable to the world for death.

Pamela elbowed her roughly, but couldn't hide the smile from her face.

Diana took over for the tour guide, telling Pamela all of the wonders of Paris that they had yet to have seen. When they disembarked, the sun is already setting in the sky. Pamela is just about to suggest visiting the Eifel Tower to at least look at the monument when Diana pulls her close and guides them to another part of the city.

"If this is one of our last nights together, I'd like to truly make it count." Diana said as they entered a boutique.

They both try on a few outfits, both choosing increasingly immodest outfits to tease and poke fun at each other with, but they both settle on some more conservative clubbing attire. Pamela chooses a tight red-black dress and black stockings while Diana chooses black skinny-jeans, a white shirt, and a black blue jacket. It's all simple, but Pamela wouldn't have had it any other way.

Diana drags her to a beautiful restaurant on the river after dropping her hero name with a manager, and they are tended to like royalty and given fancy wines and dishes to taste and pick at as they wait for the clubs to open.

Diana had dialed up her charms to eleven tonight, and it certainly hadn't gone unnoticed. It felt so uncomplicated and good to be so openly pursued by someone she was interested in. When they paused to watch a beautifully lit boat pass by their tables, Ivy thinks of how differently things had been between her and Harley.

For so long, her love for the blonde had been one sided and… she hated to admit it, but borderline toxic. She had chased Harley's affections like a starved dog for years before getting thrown a bone, and then finally winning the grand prize and learning that there was so much more than she bargained for.

With Diana, Pamela knew she was toying with fire, but everything was mutual and easy. She had little doubt about her feelings for Diana, and she pretty much was certain that the Amazon felt the exact same way. But the gaping hole between them that Diana was so willing to jump over was dark and frightening.

But Diana wasn't going to give her any time to worry. As soon as their meal was over, they walked to a nice club with thumping, fast paced music, and they began to dance.

The crowd seemed to part for them as they moved together. Their bodies in almost-perfect sync as Diana led the routine. Her hands would ghost across hips and arms, and when Pamela turned around and danced against her front, she all to eagerly would grind against her, lost in the music and the lust of it all.

When they paused for a breath, Diana leaned in close. "I'd like to get a little tipsy tonight, if you don't mind."

Pamela grimaced at the thought of accidentally getting shit faced with the hero again, so she leaned in and kissed Diana's cheek teasingly.

"Then you'd best get drinking." She practically sang.

Diana only looked disappointed for a moment before flagging down a bartender and ordering them both some fruity drinks to share.

They danced until they had to ditch their heels, and then got thrown out when someone snatched them off the booth they had claimed. Pamela had to drag Diana away from the crime scene and simply found a little bush, weaving the leaves into some makeshift shoes for their feet.

By this point, it was nearly three in the morning, but Diana wasn't done with her yet. Scooping Pamela up in her arms, the Amazon flew them to the top level of the Eifel tower.

While she wasn't usually one to admire cityscapes, Pamela did enjoy the bright lights of the city in the darkness. When she approached the railing, Diana came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder.

It was so simple. So wonderful.

Pamela had truly fallen in love with Diana for just a few days, and she knew Diana was putting on a show so she could say yes… and for the first time, Pamela began to doubt her decision.

"Pamela," Diana pulled her out of her bliss for a moment. "I understand your resentment towards the League, I truly do. I had just thought… it would make this easier."

Pamela turns in her grip, looking deep into her ocean blue eyes. "Make what easier?"

Diana readjusts her grip, taking up Pamela's hips and pulling her close. Pamela rested her hands on her shoulders and they both lean in, the air between them magnetic.

"This…" Diana's eyes slide closed as she leans in.

Harley.

Harley.

Harley!

A hand is between them suddenly, three fingers resting lightly on Diana's lips.

Pamela wants to cry as Diana's eyes open in surprise.

"Diana… I'm sorry." Pamela whispers. "I can't."