In order, the police received reports of attacks and thefts at a Dodge dealership, a family-owned grocery, a toy shop and the invasion of a Sven's Home Galleria. Property damage was being assessed, a minivan, various baking ingredients and a set of dolls were all reported stolen. In the center of the living room décor at Sven's, the culprits lingered in two large, leather chairs next to the faux fireplaces, surrounded by various potted plants. The rest of the shoppers evacuated, they were alone.

"You think those ovens in the kitchens are on, Red? I stole all these packs of puddin' and I can't even do anything with them."

"It's all hydrogenated oils and cheap sugar, Harley. I don't know why you dragged me there in the first place."

"Aw come on! You wouldn't eat my puddin'? Not even if I rolled around in it first?"

"You're trying to add indecent exposure to the list tonight?"

Harley Quinn slid deep enough into her chair that she slipped out and rolled toward Poison Ivy. On her back, she poked Ivy's bare feet and toes until she yelped and pulled them away.

"Cut it out," Ivy said.

"Aw what's the big deal? Is it cause the kids are watching?"

Across from the big chairs and the fireplace sat a collection of rag dolls stolen from the toy shop, their giant, button eyes rested on the two. Ivy crossed her legs in the chair, shut her eyes and turned away. Harley was the only meatbag in Gotham she tolerated, but even Ivy had her limits. On some small level, it was almost a relief when two bodies converged at the center of the store.

Robin spoke first as he and the Angel stepped into view. "This is all too petty for me, but apparently, this is where the boss wants my talents tonight." As he came closer, he raised a foot and kick over a fern that obstructed his way.

Ivy raised a hand. A stringy vine plant in the pot next to the fern extended toward its sibling and caught it before it hit the ground. In her eyes were little but boredom. "Didn't I hear Victor Zsasz is loose in the suburbs? I'm surprised the Batman is wasting his resources trying to interrupt us playing house."

"Yeah!" Harley jumped off the ground and slipped behind the chair she'd sat in. "Why aren't cha chasing the real bad guys tonight?"

Angel drew her dulled katana. "Every sin needs paid for."

The two villains exchanged a perplexed look before Angel rushed toward Harley. Out from behind the chair Harley raised a garishly-painted sledgehammer and parried Angel's strike. The hero was thrown off briefly by the speed a slender woman like Harley could swing the heavy hammer, and Angel took a smash to her gut after a botched block. But adaption was what Angel did best. Harley's speed, if unusual, could still be predicted.

Harley's hammer hit the floor twice before Angel swung and hit Harley in her midsection hard enough to make her shriek and drop the weapon. Angel closed in and thrust three open-palm strikes into Harley before she fell backward on the ground, convulsed and screamed she couldn't feel her own body.

Something slashed Angel's cheek and she grabbed at it as she turned toward Poison Ivy. Three cacti had surrendered their thorns to the villainess, which she wielded like tiny throwing knives. If Robin had gotten a shot at her, Ivy had made some distance. Angel wiped off the blood and ran toward her.

As Robin hunched behind his cape, torn from the cactus needles, Ivy shifted her attention toward Angel. With a raised hand, a vine seemed to extend out from her wrist. Ivy swung and smacked Angel with the impromptu whip. After the first strike, Angel raised her sword and slashed as Ivy whipped toward her. Even dulled, the katana cut through the vine.

Robin recovered his footing and rushed toward Ivy on her opposite side. As the two came closer, Ivy pulled the whips back into her body. Her fists glowed green a moment as she caught Angel's katana with one hand and punched Robin in the face with the other. The strike was enough to stagger him as she slipped out one of the vines again and wrapped it around his leg. With Angel stuck in place, she hurled Robin in her direction, but the heroine relinquished her grip on the sword and dodged aside. Robin shouted as he hit the ground and Angel was forced onto the defensive as Ivy whipped at her again and again without the blade for protection.

"None of this had to happen," Ivy said. "You both should have just stayed home tonight!"

As Angel dodged the whip attacks and Harley cheered from the sidelines, Ivy was momentarily distracted from Robin's position. As he hung upside-down from one of his ankles, Ivy made the mistake of letting him too close to the hand that held the katana. Distracted by her own whipping, Robin grabbed the sword by its dulled blade, tore it from Ivy's hand and slashed the vine that held his leg. Ivy barely registered that Robin hit the ground before he ran at her, arms open wide and tackled her into the decorative fireplace.

Angel took a step closer as Robin dug punch after punch into Ivy's face, a spray of red blood and green chlorophyll soon blended together with his uniform. The heroine turned toward Harley, her assistance with Ivy clearly wasn't necessary.

As Robin kept striking Ivy, Harley's eyes grew wide with horror. "All right, sheesh! You think that's enough already?"

Angel narrowed her look to a glare. "Ivy heals. Will be fine."

The fight and struggle was swiftly gone from Poison Ivy's body. With every punch, a shudder ran through her, but she offered no resistance.

"I can't take this—you've lost your damn mind!"

As if by will alone, Harley forced herself off the floor and tried to run toward Robin and Ivy, but crumbled as half of her body remained crippled. With her face pressed against the floor, Harley groaned in pain as tears started to well up in her eyes.

"Leave this," Angel said. "Only will make you hurt."

"What are you on about?" Harley shouted. "You talkin' about the stealing stuff? Or you finally decide you're pious enough to talk about my Ivy?"

Angel crossed her arms and said nothing. Even Ivy's throws of pain became smaller, until she hardly reacted to the punches at all.

"For God's sake, cut it out!"

All movement seemed to have stopped. Angel finally called, "Enough."

Robin rose slowly off of Ivy's unconscious body. Her entire face was overcome with the red and green of a broken nose and the purple of a pair of black eyes. As he looked down at his work, a tiny shudder of his own ran through his body Robin slipped a pair of cuffs on her and, with hesitation, approached Angel and Harley.

"She's gonna be brain dead if she even wakes up!" Harley sobbed into the ground. "What'd you go and do all that for?"

"I had a rhythm going." The tiniest of stutters slipped into his speech As Robin took account of all of the stains on his glove, he looked toward Angel. "I was expecting you to call me off when I'd done enough. You usually do… shouldn't we patch that up before the police get here?"

Again, Angel said, "Ivy heals. Needed punished."

Robin flinched. "Punished? That really doesn't sound like you."

As Harley continued to scream and shout for Ivy to give her a better sign than her tiny breaths, Angel led Robin out of the store. Their work there was done.