A/N: This is just a filler I wrote in boredom and writer's block.

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Alex slowly came awake. He let out a groan and slid his normal hand under his hood to rub his still sore head. What that Pit had done had side-effects of soreness apparently. He finished running his hand firmly along his smooth dark hair and rolled himself to his right to get into a standing position. He hoisted himself up and stretched his arms slightly.

"Sleep alright?" Ivy asked in a sensual voice as she also awoke and put herself in a sitting position.

"It's the first I've stopped moving in almost a year," Alex replied. Back when he was literally a walking heap of biomass, he never needed to rest. He was now reminded of how much the human body was dependent on energy. "It's a little... inconvenient."

"You'll get used to it." Ivy let out a small chuckle. Alex had told her everything about what had happened to him before he passed out right in front of her from chronic exhaustion. She was shocked, but she happily accepted it. They were now in the same level of humanity; able to feel pain and bleed, but also capable of doing so much more than the primitive humans could ever dream of even attempting. Plus she thought that her and a walking talking virus was a weirder relationship than that of Harley and her freakishly creepy clown.

Suddenly there was a thunderous knock on the front doors of the former high-end club. The two of them looked in confusion at each other, but then Mercer shrugged his shoulder and made his way towards the entrance and Ivy soon followed. Standing just outside the huge doors was the fourth to last person they thought they would see.

"Hiya Red!" Harley Quinn said in a very cheerful and bubbly voice. She then looked at Alex and she smiled even wider when she put her attention back on Ivy. "So I guess this means Catwoman wasn't lying to me. Ya do have a man! I just didn't believe it would be Mercy."

"'Mercy'?" Ivy said with a giggle. No matter what the situation or who it was, her harlequin of a friend would always give everybody a nickname, and most of them didn't like theirs.

"I do believe I said not to call me that," Alex pointed leaning on the doorframe.

"No. You said not to call you Merc."

"Mercy is a little worse. Are you here for a point?"

"Oh yeah. Here." She handed him a box covered with decorative paper. "Don't ask me what's in it. Mistah J wouldn't even let me see him when he handed it to me. He just held his arm outta the door with the box in his hand." She turned to leave and began walking away into the brisk November air. She made it about ten steps before she turned her waist and shoulders so that she could look back at them without stopping. "Maybe the four of us can go on a double date sometime!" she called to them and then looked back in front of her.

"Sounds fun," Ivy said with an amused smile.

"I highly doubt that," Mercer said in a somewhat quiet voice. He then looked down at the box in his hands and saw that a note was taped to the top. He grabbed it and read it to himself.

'Dear Mr. Mercer,

Your good friend the Joker came to me with a very special idea for a Christmas present for you. I am fully aware that it isn't even Thanksgiving yet, but that's Joker being Joker. He hopes you enjoy it. I certainly enjoyed making it.

Sincerely...

"'The Dollmaker'?" Mercer read the alias out loud.

"Never heard of him," Ivy said.

Mercer tore the wrapping paper off the box and took the top of it off.

Ivy watched as he stared blankly at whatever was inside for a long moment. He then nonchalantly put the cover back on, and set the box down on the ground to his left side. He looked up at Ivy.

"We should return to sender. The clown's probably going to want it back when it starts snowing."

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AN: Am I correct to assume that you are now googling "Dollmaker"?