"Diana Prince," Willow Quinzel, Chief Executive of the Isley Foundation greeted Diana coolly at the UN Summit on Climate Sciences.
Diana had managed to avoid the woman entirely for nearly ten years, but the fifty-year-old had sought her out like a shark attracted to blood in the crowded room.
Willow Quinzel was Harley Quinn and Pamela Isley's great granddaughter. Daughter of Hailey Quinzel and Granddaughter to Lucy Quinzel. A legacy of Quinzels that reminded Diana so much of the energetic blonde she had completely severed from her life nearly a hundred and ten years ago.
"Willow Quinzel, your proposed bill is certainly making waves tonight." Diana schools herself and responds with a formal smile.
"It's not my bill," Willow clarifies, taking a glass of champaign from a waiter when offered. She takes one for Diana as well and hands off the glass. "It's Grandma Pam's. First thing she's worked on since Nana Harley passed."
Diana finds it hard to keep Willow's eye at her tone.
She had heard from the latest Batman- Bruce Wayne the Third, that Harley Quinn had passed away peacefully in her family home just a little over ten years ago now. Diana felt little grief for Harley, still holding onto some shreds of resentment from a hundred-year-old slight, but she did grieve for Pamela.
She had avoided the couple entirely after the fiasco Harley had placed them in, unable to forgive the blonde for her thoughtless actions. She made certain she was on the opposite side of the galaxy for their wedding, and coincidentally lost the invitation to Lucy Quinzel's baby shower a few decades later. Every life event Harley had the audacity to invite her to, Diana avoided like the plague.
For years she had convinced herself it was out of anger towards Harley, but when the blonde had passed, she had to confront the truth; she wasn't avoiding Harley, she was avoiding Pamela. Avoiding the glimpses of a life she could have shared with the green skinned woman.
"I heard of her passing; I am sorry for your loss." Diana says, and Willow scoffs at that.
"Of course, of course." She waves her off. "All I want is to know when you'll buck up and visit her."
"It isn't my place." Diana defends herself immediately.
"You made a promise." Diana wonders where Harley is buried then, so she can spit on her grave.
"Look, I'll admit I don't enjoy the idea of Grandma Pam getting passed around like a slab of meat, but she needs a friend right now, and all her old friends are thirty to fifty years dead. She's lonely, and the horde of great-great grandbabies isn't helping like it used to."
Diana knows that kind of loneliness all too well. The bone deep ache that makes it hard to ever consider making another friend again. "I'll visit her soon. Where is she now?"
"Right now? Rio. But who knows where she'll be next week?" Willow sings as she turns away.
Diana watches her retreat before sighing to herself. She checks her schedule on her phone, and there's nothing but open space for the next week and a half. She wonders about maybe taking up a space mission for a few days, but knows she's being cruel at this point.
She calls the watch tower, and J'honn answers. "Diana, is something the matter?"
"No, J'honn, I'd just like to request a few more days off.
"Has the summit been extended?"
"No, I just need to visit a friend."
"I see. How long would you like?"
She thinks for a moment. "Three days."
"Granted. I'll see you upon your return."
…
Diana entered the building a little cautiously. It had been a long time since she had seen Pamela, and she wasn't sure how the redhead would react to her presence. She may have promised Harley to give Pamela a second chance after Harley's death, but in all honesty she hadn't taken it very seriously. Surely, Pamela would fall back into a life of crime, or Diana would lose her head and battle and break her promise merely by circumstance.
But in the thick of fighting, when Diana was on her knees, she would think of her family, her teammates, and then of her promise to Harley.
She'd think about holding Pamela close, their foreheads touching, hands firmly pressed into clothed skin. She'd think about the way Pamela's delicate fingers pressed against her lips, and how she kissed them slowly, drawing a mournful smile across the redhead's lips. Diana had feigned acceptance and understanding, but on the inside, she was seething with jealousy.
It had taken her years to truly understand the bond that Pamela had been so desperate not to tread upon; the one that Harley had tried to give away out of the good of her heart only to take it back and not let go for a hundred more years.
Just as the Joker had been Harley's drug, Harley was Pamela's. It was a good kind of drug, though. The kind that pulled Pamela out of her darkest days, and the one that held her fast to the right side of the law until she could stand there on her own. Whether she liked to admit it or not, Harley was Pamela's hero, her knight in shining armor come to rescue a lovely nymph from the clutches of anger, insanity and loneliness.
Diana paused at the end of the long hall. English ivy was climbing out of the door-less entryway to the private lab Pamela often resided in. Despite what she felt for the blonde, Harley had made Pamela whole. Diana felt a little guilty for trying to reap the benefits of her work.
Still, their night in Paris was at the forefront of her mind, and the deep, aching want that had been pushed to the bottom of her chest was begging for her to continue. And so she did.
Stepping into the lab, Diana found the redhead working quietly before her desk. She seemed to be tidying up, shuffling around lab equipment and data chips. Even from behind, Diana can tell Pamela hasn't changed a bit since they last saw each other. She couldn't help but admire her beauty for a moment, giving the redhead the time to straighten her back and begin for her.
"Harley told me about your promise." Diana had been called blunt ever since she had come to man's world. She was pleased when she found Pamela could also cut straight to the quick like her fellow Amazons, but something about her tone told Diana something was wrong.
"Forgive us if it offended you."
"Oh, it didn't offend me. It broke me." Pamela didn't turn to look at her, which made it all the worse. "Especially since Harley only seemed to remember it while on her death bed."
Damn you, Harley Quinn. "I assumed she told you."
"She feared that I would be angry."
"Were you angry?"
"No, I was hurt. I was hurt and in mourning… and I was scared to live life without her."
Pamela hugged herself tightly, and Diana took the chance to move forwards. "She only wanted you to be happy, with or without her."
The woman let out a dark laugh. "Well, at least you finally remembered your promise to her. I was beginning to think the incredible Wonder Woman was really going to break a vow."
"I didn't want to intrude upon your grieving. You two were together for a long time."
Pamela turned to her then, her face just as perfect and lovely as Diana remembered. "And you decided ten years was the appropriate amount of time to wait?"
Diana felt a little ashamed. In truth she also had been afraid of Pamela's reaction to this. Afraid the woman would believe she was being handed around without consideration. Diana hadn't even considered what Pamela might think of their promise until she heard that Harley had died.
When she had heard of Harley's passing, Diana felt a sudden and intense shame. She couldn't face Pamela so soon after she lost her wife of a hundred years. Even five years felt disrespectful. By year eight, Diana knew she was dragging her feet, but seeing Willow had given her the courage to make good on her promise.
"It took ten years for me to realize that no amount of time would be enough."
Thankfully, that seemed to be the right answer. Pamela let out a huff and shook her head, a smile pulling at her lips. They were an arms width apart, and Diana knew it needed to be the redhead to reach out first.
"Where would we even begin, Diana? Where we left off in Paris? Pretend everything in the past hundred years didn't happen?"
Diana felt hope flutter in her chest. Taking a risk, she pulls a golden chain from her pocket and offers it to the redhead.
"We begin whenever and however you want. Just know that I am not offering myself because of the promise. I offer myself because I still want you. I've held it down for a long time, and now- standing here before you, I want you just as badly as I did on the Eifel tower. But if you want to start anew, I am willing to wait a while longer."
Pamela watches her carefully, her beautiful green eyes searching Diana's face. She lets out a soft sigh, smiles, and takes the necklace from her hands. "I've been thinking about that tower a lot recently."
"I'm sorry for waiting so long." Diana bowed her head, truly apologetic.
"No, you were right to wait. I was scared and grieving, and frankly angry that Harley had done such a thing behind my back. I would have been a monster if you come to me even two years ago."
"And now?"
They locked eyes, and Diana knew all had been forgiven. "I'd like to start this where we left off."
Diana felt her entire being relax as gentle hands cupped her cheeks. She placed her own hands on the woman's full hips, pulling their fronts together. Her eyes fell shut as their lips met.
There was a moment, around thirty years ago now, where Diana helped Dr. Fate with some magical mayhem and earned a wish from a genie. She had been tempted for a moment to ask for something selfish; to remember that night when they had both gotten so drunk, she couldn't remember the entire day before. She had thought better of it, and wished for something selfless.
It had taken over a hundred years, but finally kissing Pamela, and remembering it, was well worth the wait.
And here concludes my extended argument as to why I think Poison Ivy and Wonder woman could be a fun ship to play around with.
This story was cross posted from AO3 and there is a bonus chapter over on that version that I'm not posting here because family knows my FF account.
evolution-500- thank you for your kind comments and i hope you stuck around till the end and enjoyed!