SIX
"Red?"
I turned around and saw Harley standing there in the street, smiling at me.
She looked...different. Not so much jester but hot clown maybe?
"Harley?"
"Yeah, Red. It's me and I left him."
"You did?"
She nodded and flashed that dazzling smile at me.
"And I did it all for you, Ivy."
"You did?"
That seemed to be literally the only two words I could think of right now.
Again, she nodded and walked towards me.
"I want us to be something to each other, Ivy. I wanna kiss ya in the street, I wanna do things to ya-"
I suddenly fell in and sighed loudly.
"I'm dreaming aren't I?"
"Sure are!" She exclaimed then swung at my face with the bat she held.
It should've knocked me out but instead, I woke up.
My eyes snapped open and I groaned.
My dreams were always better than my fucked up life.
"Morning, Ivy!" Frank shouted as my door banged open against the wall.
He was balancing a tray on his leaves and the tray had only a half full glass of orange juice and an empty plate on it.
I sat up.
"Frank, there's hardly anything on that tray."
"Oh I know but it's the thought that counts." He said cheerily.
"Not in my book it doesn't."
He suddenly let the tray drop and got angry.
"I am a mother fucking plant! How the hell am I supposed to make breakfast with your human tools and shit?! I tried, okay?! you know what? Fuck you, Ivy!"
With that, he left my room and I had to admit, I felt kinda bad for him. He was right, he was a plant and apart from eat people, move around a little and make gestures and talk, he really couldn't do much else.
I sighed and got up, throwing on a robe and going out to find that he was sitting in front of the TV. He had also learned how to switch that on pretty quickly.
"Frank."
"I said, fuck you." He said without any anger now.
I bit back a grin.
"I know and I'm sorry I wasn't more...appreciative of what you tried to do. I mean there really was nothing on the tray and what was on the tray is now staining my carpet-"
"Arghhhh-"
I held up my hands.
"Ok, ok, you're right, I'm sorry. I suck at apologising."
"Yeah, no shit." He muttered.
I sighed and looked down.
"I've never been around people and I know you're a plant but you still talk and have feelings and I guess I'm just...not used to that."
He shifted slightly, the leaves rustling as he moved to look at me.
"Hey, it's ok. I guess I can forgive you this time but you gotta stop acting like I'm annoying."
I raised an eyebrow.
"You are annoying."
"Yeah but you're meant to be the one who doesn't mind it."
I shrugged.
"I guess I don't mind...so much."
He just scoffed and then went back to watching TV.
After a little while, he said;
"Maybe you should start planning another scheme to get Gotham to go green. It might help you forget about Harley."
He had a point.
Since she'd gone back to Joker, Harley was all I could ever think about.
To be honest, ever since I'd met her, she was all I thought about. It was like my brain didn't have an off switch when it came to her. I hated and loved it at the same time but Frank was right, it was time to focus on getting back to being the Super Villain that Gotham thought I was.
I didn't see it that way, I was just trying to save the planet but whatever...
I got up and went over to my plants that I was currently taking care of. Another week in Frank's care and they'd all be dead.
Ok so I should know this but I may have forgotten that planning schemes on a big scale requires money and since I got banged up in Arkham, I didn't have much left, so a heist was in order.
I had heard a little rumour going round that Gotham bank was currently in possession of something known as the Black Emerald. It was worth millions and therefore, my best chance at getting what I wanted.
All I had to do was go in and steal it, no problem.
I dressed all in black, balaclava included and broke into the bank through the air vents.
Dropping down, I came across one single guard who shone a light in my face.
"Hey you! Stop!" He called as he ran at me. He was fat and slow so the time it took him to get to me gave me enough time to pull out my knock out powder which I blew in his face as soon as he reached me.
He slumped to the ground and I stepped over him, heading towards the vault.
The closer I got, the more I realised I could hear a voice and...was that drilling?"
"Almost got it..." The voice said.
I rounded the corner and found-
"Harley?"
The blonde, still in her jester's outfit, sadly not the hot clown look from my dream, glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Hey, Red! What cha doin' here?"
I pointed to the vault.
"Stealing the Black Emerald."
"Oh really?! Me too! Isn't that weird?!"
I rolled my eyes and put a hand on my hip.
"Are you in yet?"
She looked at the vault and frowned.
"Nah, it's harder to crack than it looks."
I gestured to the drill.
"Is that what that's for?"
"Hm hm. Mr J said it's never failed him yet."
I cringed inwardly at the name.
"And yet you're still out here and not in there."
She frowned again and looked down at the drill before deciding it wasn't working then she hurled it to the floor and it broke.
Her hands flew to her mouth.
"Oh shit! I broke Puddin's favourite tool!"
"Well he's your favourite tool." I muttered, folding my arms.
She glared at me.
"What cha got against Mr J, Red? He ain't done nothin' to you."
I sighed.
I really didn't want to get into this right now, maybe not ever.
I just needed to get that gem and then get out and try to forget I'd ever seen her.
"How are we going to get inside the vault?" I asked, choosing to ignore the question altogether.
She shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe some schmuck round here has a key card?"
Key card...the guard!
"Harley that's brilliant!"
"It is?"
"I'll be right back."
"O-ok."
I went back to the fallen guard and searched him but came up empty, well, apart from a candy bar wrapper, three skittles, a screwed up receipt and a- Oh good god! A used tissue!
I hated humans.
I know i couldn't get sick but still, ew.
I went back to the vault but before I could even reach the corridor it was placed in, a loud bang shook the building.
That couldn't be good.